#that was gonna be text in the pic but then I didn’t add it

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

Angst I think

[sugume]

BORED N’ IGNORED w/Jujutsu Kaisean

( TW ) f!reader, explicit content, bored!Sukuna & Toji, Ignored!Gojo & Choso cunnilingus, thigh riding, blow job, humiliation, face fucking, fingering, reader snaps a pic of gojo and sends it to her friend, sub!Choso or is he just a pleasure dom…?

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo + Toji Fushiguro 

authors note: I re-wrote this like 10 times so pls ignore any mistakes. also, me posting everyone but Geto on his birthday is criminal...

☾ CHOSO KAMO 

“Haha! I got the kill! Finally,” You cheer. “Oh shit, someone's chasing me.” You move your controller, focused on getting yourself to safety, ignoring your boyfriend who's underneath your desk eating you out like a starved man.  

Choso just wants to make you cum. He knows he's in the doghouse for what he did last night so he’s trying to make it up to you. He didn’t know you were going to treat him like some common whore though. You won’t even acknowledge that he’s eating you out on the cold hard floor. He wants to scream but he knows you’d be even more angry, so he makes it his mission to make you cum so hard you have no choice but to talk to him.  

He sucks your clit harder, rubbing his fingers inside your gummy walls. You clench around them but show no sign on the outside that you’re about to cum. He knows his girl though. Knows you better than you know yourself. He smirks into your clit. 

“Shit—oh fuck—they won’t get off my tail—oh my god!” You scream at the game, trying and failing to mask your pleasure. Choso adds another finger into your cunt, stretching you good you almost drop the controller on his head.  

Choso picks up the pace, sucking on your clit so hard he’s scared he might leave a bruise—and finally, you acknowledge him.

“m’gonna cum! Choso!” you cry, reaching down to pull his hair as you cum all over his face.

☾ RYOMEN SUKUNA 

“Look at me!” You cry, kissing up and down his shaft before taking him back into your mouth You go as deep as you can before gagging. You pull back up and suck on his tip. You look up at Sukuna who doesn’t even look affected, staring at the TV. You dig your nails into his thighs. He doesn't react. 

“Kuna!” You scream, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look down at you. He stares at you with disinterest. “What?” 

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” You hiccup, sitting back on your knees and grabbing his cock. You squeeze it. 

“You want my attention little one?” He grins down at you. You sniffle and nod, bending down to kiss the tick of his cock. He pats you head and you almost cry in relief.  

“Oh, so damned touch starved—upset ‘ve been ignoring you? I apologize little one. I'll make it up to you.” He grabs your head with both hands, guiding you to his cock. You open your mouth and take him in again. He grunts, pushing you to the hilt even as you gag and try to pull yourself up. He lifts your head back up before slamming it down on his cock. You claw at his thighs. “Giving you all my attention now. Gonna face fuck you ‘til you don’t remember your fucking own name.” 

☾ GOJO SATORU 

Satoru holds onto your thighs as he pushes his leaky cock into you. He needed this so bad after the day he had. He didn’t even pay mind to what you were doing before throwing his clothes off and climbing onto the bed. 

“Fuck—Feel good, Angel?” Gojo questions as he thrusts into you from his place above you. You don’t hear him though, too busy texting your friend about the latest drama that happened in your friend group.  

“Angel, did you hear me?” Satoru moves his hands from your waist to your tits. He pinches hard. You grunt, the grip on your phone wavering. Satoru’s harsh thrusts distract you for a second before you come back to your senses and read your friend's text. ‘Why are you making so many spelling mistakes LOL?’ You grin, clicking the camera and turning it to Satoru who looks down at you half angry and half pussy drunk. You snap a blurry picture of his sweaty abs and V-line before clicking send. Your friend laughs. 

“Angel,” Satoru whines grabbing your phone. “Stop treating me like some crapy dildo machine!” He holds the phone over his head with one hand, the other holding you down by the tummy. 

“Toru! I was having an important conversation,” You moan, wrapping your legs around his hips, digging your heels into his ass. He grunts his heavy hand on your tummy moving to squeeze your side. “Please, baby? Just gotta send one more text then I'm all yours—promise.”  

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO 

You hold onto Toji’s bicep as you ride his thigh. You grind your pussy harder onto his leg, making sure your clit drags over the hard material of his pants. You moan and look down at the dark patch your slick is making. 

“Can you quiet down princess? Need to finish this application and you're distracting me.” Toji says, erasing the sentence he knows is incomprehensible. You moan louder. Throwing your head back and arching your tits up in his face. He grunts, turning to the side to rewrite his response.  

You huff, if he wants to play like that. "You better not ask me to get you off later today.” You grumble, moving your own hands up to twist and tug your nipples. Your legs tighten around his thick thigh. You feel yourself getting closer.  You grind down harder, pussy clenching around nothing.  

“Gonna cum! Ahh—feels so good, you feel s’good!” You slur, legs shaking as an orgasm washes over you. You slump down against Toji’s big chest. Toji’s face heats. He doesn't know whether to be pissed off or turned on that you just came all over his thigh like that. He grumbles something inaudible, bringing a hand down to grab a handful of your ass as he presses submit. “Oh, you’re fucking on princess.” 

[cvlutos]

“No Nut November” Pt.3

| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |

NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader

| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3

♡ TREY CLOVER ♡

LOSER #ONE

Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.

Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.

“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”

♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡

LOSER #TWO

Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.

So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.

“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”

♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡

LOSER #THREE

Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.

He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)

“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”

♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡

WINNER #ONE

Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.

“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”

♡ ROOK HUNT ♡

LOSER #FOUR

We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.

So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.

“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”

♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡

INDEFINITE LOSER

Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.

His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.

“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”

♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡

WINNER #TWO

Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.

Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)

“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”

♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡

LOSER #SIX

Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.

Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)

“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[heartsforvin]

BEING FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS WITH VINNIE

hc’s of what i think it’d be like to be fwb w vinnie <33

warnings; mentions of sex

• the two of you met in a time where neither of you wanted something serious. so, you decided to be friends that occasionally have sex

• you two act so friendly outside of the bedroom that it’s almost as if you don’t fuck twice a day

• vinnie will make deals with you if you’re playing a video game

• “if i win you gotta gimme head for two weeks.”

• “two weeks?! that’s so unreasonable. if i win then you gotta gimme head for a week.”

• the two of you argue as if you’re actually together

• sometimes the two of you will ask each other if you want a real relationship but then you just end to laughing because you’re too comfortable where you are

• PET NAMES !!!!

• it doesn’t bother you like you thought it would. he calls you them in the bedroom and they just stuck outside of it

• him buying you lunch but of course you have to add that you’ll some sort of sexual thing out of it 🙄 (not every time)

• him buying you lingerie 🤭🤭

• literally fucking everywhere, this man does not care where you at, if his dick’s hard he’s gonna take you somewhere and fuck you

• you being his personal model !!!

• him being the most touchy person ever. always has his hands on you when you’re alone

• HE IS THE BIGGEST FUCKIN TEASE AND YOU HATE IT

• when you bend down to pick somethin up he’ll stand behind you, grab your hips and thrust as if he’s hittin it

• SEXY ASS POLAROIDS !!! he’ll keep one he especially likes in his wallet and take it out when he misses you

• if you two aren’t together he’ll send dick pics and then be like “missin you baby 🙁” actin all innocent as if he didn’t just send you his dick

• phone sex is like your bff. since vinnie gets busy traveling you obviously can’t go w him so phone sex is the next best thing

• you’ll take him w you to VS/ pink to buy cute panties and the whole time he’s just like “mhm yeah, those are nice.” when he’s really just thinkin about ripping them off you

• vinnie lowkey being the submissive one at times and you love it. you’re not afraid to tell him either and he teases you about it

• you sending nudes to him when you know he’s at a work thing or out with friends

• he gets you back by texting you what he’s gonna do to you when you two hang out again and you just laugh, saying hes all talk

• until he actually does it and you can’t walk for a least a day

hiii i hope you guys liked this !!! if you didn’t see my most recent post, i already have a fwb!vinnie fic that was posted months ago so im not doing another one

but i’ll do texts next and there will be more of those !!!!

tags; @cosmicanakin , @anqeliclust , @visualbutterflysworld , @forevergirlposts , @bernelflo , @leqonsluv3r , @louloulemons-blog , @supabhad , @defnotayonna , @laylasbunbunny , @slvthrs , @st4rswrld , @kayleiggh , @mggcult , @kriissy4gov , @violet0182 , @hallecarey1 , @lovingsturniolo

[viajunebaby]

Task Force 141! — Sending and Receiving nudes!

tw; mentions of sex, nudity, nsfw.

Ghost;

Sending;

— he isn’t big fan of taking pictures of himself, but, oh boy, when you are texting him in that needy manner he’s already preparing

— doesn’t take too much time to take a pic of his dick to send it to you, he’s already hard from your dirty talking over the text messages

— his pictures are always the same, low angle, his veiny hand holding his length while his thumb is gently caressing the tip

— he doesn’t care about the time and place to send you these, if you are asking nicely you are getting it, darling

— one time he accidentally send it to your e-mail and when you opened it at work you had a nice, big surprise

Receiving;

— he’s a sucker for your pics

— definitely has private folder of every single nude you sent him over the time

— at first stages in your relationship he was very subtle to ask for them, but after some time he was just asking straight

— ‘you were lookin’ so fuckin’ good today, dear. come on, one pic f’me?’ how can you say no?

— he also doesn’t care where you are at the moment. you are at work? it’s okay, go to the bathroom. you didn’t shaved? what’s the issue?

— obviously, he prefers the real thing but he can’t say no to your hot pictures on his phone

Soap;

Sending;

— he loves it

— you don’t even have to ask him for some spicy pics, you wake up and they are already in your phone

— he knows you love his body, so he is spoiling you with his pics whenever he can

— definitely took some pictures for later so when he is busy he can send you them without having to strip down and take some photos

— he loves to add little notes to his nudes; ‘look what you did, lass/lad, gonna fix it?’ or ‘miss being inside you’

— he sent you couple of videos too, of him masturbating, his breathy voice in the background of the video while sloppy sounds of his dick are taking over your imagination

— sometimes he is asking gaz if this pic is good to send. he has no shame

Receiving;

— ohhh, he’s on his knees already

— he can beg and plead over the texts for just one pic, sometimes he even calls you to get them

— ‘please, baby, i need to see that perfect pussy/cock of yours’

— and, well, it’s working every time

— you can even send picture only in your underwear, it’s working for him already

— praising you and your body like you are the art in the museum, he worships you like crazy

— one time he accidentally made your nude pic a wallpaper for his phone and didn’t even noticed, until ghost asked him to use his phone for a minute

— since that accident he always make sure to save your pics in private folder

Gaz;

Sending;

— he is a big fan of sending nudes

— when I tell you, this man is a fucking model, I’m not kidding

— he has a full photoshoot of his naked body and it’s only for your eyes, honey

— he knows he is attractive, he has no shame of posing naked for the camera and then tease you with them for the whole day

— he doesn’t send fast pics, he isn’t that kind of guy to just take a pic and send it to you. it has to be a fucking masterpiece so you are drooling

— not only showing his dick but also his abs and broad shoulders (you know you love it)

— mirror pics are his favourite, because you can see his face, his chest, his abs and most importantly his hard cock waiting for you to come home already and choke on it all night

Receiving;

— obviously, he loves it, too

— although he isn’t asking that much for a pictures, no, he is bigger fan of videos

— he loves to watch you playing with yourself, how desperately you want to find a sweet release while he knows you can only cum with his help

— your shaky voice while you are whispering his name on the video… fuck, he is hard again

— ‘makin’ me so fuckin’ horny with only your voice, babe. be ready when i get home’

— big fan of sexting

Price;

Sending;

— at first it started as a joke

— you were joking and teasing him about how he definitely had a hot photoshoot when he was younger

— next thing you knew, he sent you a picture of his younger self, his abs weren’t that big and he wasn’t that hairy but his dick? oh, god

— since then you’ve been asking him for more pics but from current times and he couldn’t say no to your pretty fucking face

— he doesn’t send them often, maybe once in a few weeks, when he is away on a mission and he knows that you need him so much

— mostly they are mirror pics, his muscles covered in hair while he is holding his hard dick, smirking softly as he is posing

— ‘enough for my baby to help yourself?’

— he absolutely loves to tease you a bit. sending you pictures of his semi hard cock in his boxers or the towel wrapped around his waist

— he adores your begging over the texts for more

Receiving;

— he doesn’t mind if you are not in the mood to not send them, he can stick to the videos he took while you two were fucking

— but when you are in the mood, it’s over for him

— you always make sure to take a pic from the best angle so it’s showing all the body parts he loves the most about you

— it’s working every single time

— he got used to receiving nudes from you while he is working, when he hears the notification from his phone while he has a meeting he knows better not to open it right now

— he doesn’t save them on his phone, he has too many pictures of you that he took

— it’s just a bonus for him when you are the one sending hot pics, but obviously, he doesn’t complain about them

hiii my first ever post here, amazing experience

requests are open, love ya and take care! 🩶

[axelsagewrites]

Modern Jace Crush Headcannons

Featuring his meddling family

Word count: 571

Masterlist Here

Jace is the type of guy to be best friends with you his whole life then suddenly realises one day

Oh, shit im in love with them

If you had younger siblings, he would defiantly send either Joffrey or Luke to try get intel out of them before he embarrassed himself with asking

Luke ofc would tease him relentlessly about his crush but would do everything in his power to help his brother

Jace would never tell you he had a crush

He would buy you coffee everyday

Bring you your favourite snack, saying he saw it and thought of you

Send you links to love songs that he said he was currently obsessed with

Everything but actually tell you

And he’d expect all his acts of service and gifts to make it obvious

He’s a very hug-y guy in general but especially with your

You passed a test? Well done here’s a hug

Someone sounded off in a text? Its okay hug it out

You walk in the room? Hey what’s up *instantly his arm wraps around to give you a one-armed hug*

Whenever you do hang out though he would take photos constantly

He always wants you in another selfie or offers to take pics of your outfit for insta

He’s also commenting on every one of your insta pics and if he took the photo, he’s for sure mentioning it in the comments

Everyone but you would know he has a crush on you

And everyone but you would be doing their best scheming behind the scenes to make you fall for him

Even though you already have but you didn’t wanna tell anyone and embarrass yourself

At a certain point its basically as if you’re dating without ever saying it, acknowledging it, or confirming it

Until one day Alicent accidentally makes you official

You were sitting on the sofa with him in the living room, legs thrown over his, as he games with Luke who’s sitting on the armchair next to the couch

When Alicent walks in the pick Jaces mum up for lunch

“Oh, this must be your girl/boyfriend. I’ve heard so much about you,”

The room goes silent as Jace pauses the game with a lump in his throat

Even his mom knows the situation at this point

“Um yeah hi I’m (Y/N),” you say with an awkward smile on your face

“Nice to meet you darling. Im Alicent. Well, we best be off kids,”

Rhaenyra shoots her soon a sorry look as Luke is trying not to laugh

Jace meanwhile is trying not to tear up

Once the door is shut you turn to Jace

“So, are you, my boyfriend?”

“Would that be a bad thing?” he asked, his skin tinging red

The smile that graces your lips makes his heart jumps

“Not at all. Boyfriend,”

It’s a cute moment

Until Luke screams

“Finally!”

“Wait until I text the group chat,”

“Heleana’s gonna freak,”

“Wanna get out of here?” – Jace

“let’s” – you

“You two better not have sex when im still home” – Luke at the top of his lungs

Also, for the record Alicent totally knew what she was doing because she is also in this group chat

Rhaenyra is offended when she finds out this over lunch and realises, she is not in the chat

Alicent adds her

Luke makes a new group chat without either of them

Taglist: @clairacassidy

[icallhimjoey]

I'm dreading the end of "A Lot Like Love" as much as I'm looking forward to it! Eternally grateful to you, writing this so brilliantly, and also for the anon for asking for more of it. I can't wait for part five, as well as upcoming fic ideas you're gonna tackle.

Get ready to mourn this story with me, this is officially its last part. You've all been way too kind to me throughout all of it - for Like A Poem, and for A Lot Like Love. I really appreciate all your comments, reblogs and likes. Thank you. Special thanks to @thatonefan-girl for finding beautiful pics for me to use! Wordcount: 4.7K

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A Lot Like Love

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe hadn’t had time to come into the store again that day. And the day after he had to work until late, but he promised he’d come see you. He texted you. Texted. With words. No pictures, no emojis. It was new and a little unsettling. 

“Did you survive the day?” 

You hated it. Even though there’d been so many times you wished you and Joe would just text each other like normal people would, with questions normal people would ask each other, this first wordy message had made your skin crawl. Anne had peeked over your shoulder and had retched at it, which you thought was a bit much. 

“We’ll talk about it later” you had texted back. You dabbled a little with the idea of putting a full stop at the end of it but had decided against it last minute. After staring at the two messages that followed each other, you decided to also send “It was okay.” Because it had been okay, and it felt nice to add that instead of completely dismissing him. However, you did decide to put a full stop at the end of it then. 

You hadn’t texted each other since. 

It had been a long two days, and you had felt weird all throughout it. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t look online, just because you didn’t actively want to make yourself feel worse. But you didn’t need to seek it out; it found you because people wouldn’t stop sending you photos and videos and their opinions. You knew that it would’ve been different had it been a picture of you and Joe walking in the street holding hands. Or even if it had been a sneaky pic of the two of you on the train, like you thought Joe initially meant when he broke the news to you. But the image of you on his lap like a cheap rodeo cowgirl, with his hands on the meat of your body – you were glad your grandfather wasn’t around to have witnessed it, even though you knew he would’ve been the best comfort with the exact right words for you.

So, an evening like this one was exactly what you needed. Friends. Drinks. Fantastic business ideas. And giggles. Many, many giggles. Most of them were at the expense of Joe, and whilst you hadn’t participated in making the jokes, most of them had made you laugh.

You had pushed aside a display table to make for extra room in the center of the store so you, Anne and your best friend had enough room. Splayed out on the floor, brown wrapping paper rolls and scraps surrounded you, along with piles of books you had pulled from your shelves. Three pairs of hands were busy, cutting paper, ripping tape, and wrapping up books. 

And you were drunk. But only slightly. Because your friend said she knew how to make great margaritas and she had been right.

It was quite the sight for Joe to see when he walked past the window. It was late and already dark out, and he had imagined the store to be dark too, but he’d been surprised when he’d seen the illumination from down the street. Joe stopped to look at the three of you through the window. He saw you take a huge gulp from your cocktail, underestimating either the size of your mouth or how much was left in the glass, tipping half of it down your face. It made all of you laugh. 

Then Anne saw him and pointed at him with eyes of thunder and lightning. It caught your attention and then you saw him too. “Anne, stop. None of today is his fault.” And you waved Joe over to come in. But Anne was drunk too. “We ought to burn you at the stake!” were the first words Joe heard when he walked in. 

“Yea, okay. Sure… should we go now? Or later?” Joe nodded and pointed a finger behind him, eyebrows raised up high at Anne. Anne settled for later. 

“How was work?” you tried to sound so casual, like it was a question you asked Joe all the time and it made your best friend burst out laughing. 

“Work was fine.” Joe was sweet enough to answer you, but he didn’t manage to hide his own smile. “But I should really be asking you.” He took off his coat and sat down in an armchair. His armchair.

“Anne’s a good guard dog,” You said and it sufficed as enough of an answer. Joe understood. This also didn’t seem the right time to press it further. “I’ve survived the days.” You didn’t mean for it to sound snarky, but it came out a little cutting. Joe didn’t have time to even show in his face that he properly heard you.

“Since you’re here,” your best friend cut in. “We’re going to need you to sign this.” And she passed Joe a piece of paper that read MYSTERY BOOKS PICKED BY JOSEPH QUINN. “For authenticity.”

In the top left corner she had drawn a little stick-figure with long curly hair, holding a guitar. In another corner Joe found a normal stick-figure. 

“That’s obviously Eddie Munson, and that’s you looking normal. I don’t know what other things you’ve done.” 

Joe shot you a confused look.  

“Not my idea. Talk to them.” You poured yourself another margarita from the blender that you found behind you, far enough from all of your limbs so none of you would kick it over, but close enough to reach when you needed it. Like now. 

“If your stupid face is going to be bringing in more people, we’re going to want to tempt them to spend actual fucking money in here.” Your best friend said with biting sass. You were worried how Joe was going to take her tone. Joe had learned with time how to move around Anne, but you were unsure if Joe was going to take this type of shit from your best friend as well. Joe was unaware that he’d jumped headfirst into a shark-pit, and you kind of hoped he was a fast swimmer. 

“You’re fucking using me?” he matched her perfectly, and you tried to hide your smile from them. Joe swam fine.

“Using, abusing, call it what you like. Sign it.” She threatened and held out a sharpie to Joe who reluctantly took it from her. 

“You’re okay with this?” Joe shot worried eyes at you. Stupidly so – you were drunk. You’d agree to do much dumber stuff if your best friend suggested it right now. 

“I’ve grown attached to the stick-figures.” you shrugged at Joe, and he looked at the sign a second longer before using his teeth to open the sharpie and signing it with his autograph. 

Anne turned to you. “Stake burning postponed, indefinitely.” It warmed your heart. 

Joe turned his head at an angle to see what books you were wrapping up. They were all books you knew he’d bought from the store, or had read there, and he nodded approvingly. “How else can I be of service? Should I sign some of the wrapped books, too?” Joe was half joking, a little sarcastic, but you’d all had too many margaritas to catch it. 

“Oh my God,” your best friend rolled her eyes. “Mr Important over here thinks people want signed wrapping paper, like he’s the fucking author of all these books.” She made eye contact with you, but then a second later, she snapped her head back at him. “Actually, that’s brilliant. Limber up that wrist, we’ve already wrapped a tonne.”

Not quite a tonne. But enough for you to think it was time to stop wrapping. Your friend started handing books to Joe, and you thought it was the perfect time to go for a quick toilet break. 

“Draw shit on them too, do love hearts on a couple.” You heard your friend order as you made your way to the breakroom.

Did you feel nervous leaving Joe alone with your friend and Anne? Not if they’d been sober. With alcohol in the mix, this situation felt trickier to manage, it felt very unpredictable. But you weren’t going to squat down in a corner or bring them all into the bathroom with you just so you could stay in the room with them. You weren’t that drunk.

Just as you were about to make your way back, you caught them talking. And it was a bit like being butt-dialed. You had to sneak a listen for your ears to catch something that wasn’t meant for them. So, you paused by the door and eavesdropped. 

“Listen I’m not going to beat around the bush, my guy,” your friend only slightly slurred her words. “You don’t understand, I would die for her.” You heard Joe huff a laugh, which only egged your friend on. “I could give less of a shit of who you are, you could be a fucking prince and you still wouldn’t be good enough. I don’t care! If someone tried to shoot a gun at her, I would fling myself in front to catch that bullet if it means she gets to live.” Your friend was overly dramatic, and you tried to will her to calm down telepathically. It didn’t work.

“Not Anne. Anne would kill for her.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” Joe commented. You could only image the look Anne would be giving him right now.

Eavesdropping was fun, you thought. 

“But I need to know, and she won’t tell me so you’re going to have to, did you fuck her on the stairs or-” You slammed the door open with flat hands that slapped against the wood to announce your entrance back into the room. Maybe eavesdropping was not so fun, after all. 

That evening you cleared a full display and piled all the wrapped books onto it with the autographed sign proudly stood up in the middle of it. 

“Feel a bit li-like Christmas,” you said through a hiccup, pointing at the stick-figure that was meant to be Eddie. “Santa.” You said and laughed loudly at your own joke, convinced that alcohol really did make you funnier.

Anne and your best friend had just left, the margarita blender was empty, and your heart felt full. There was a little tidying to do still before bed, and you stumbled around to reach for the scraps of discarded wrapping paper and little balls of tape that stuck to the floor. Then you stood up whilst underneath a table, smashing your skull full forced into the hardwood underside of it. 

“Ow,” was all you managed, a reaction far too small for the loud bang Joe’d heard.

“Jesus Chr- okay. Let’s go.” Joe grabbed you by your wrist, carefully moving you from underneath the table before pulling you in and embracing your head, kissing the spot of impact.

“I’m okay!” you were quick to dismiss it. “You won’t be when the alcohol’s out of your system, babe.” 

“Babe,” you repeated. Joe had never used a pet name on you before. “Let’s go upstairs.” Joe guided you into the breakroom. 

“Let’s go upstairs, babe,” you giggled, mocking Joe, but totally accepting his guidance of you. Joe had to use two arms fully extended to push you up the stairs, because sometimes one of your legs wouldn’t be able to travel up the next step by itself and it would just dangle mid-air as you called Joe babe again, just because it was funny to push his buttons. 

“Stop it, before I’ll actually have a go at it on these stairs with you,” Joe bit back, hinting at words from your friend he was sure she hadn’t been allowed to reveal to him, and he softly chuckled to himself.

“Don’t.” you warned. “I’ll plummet myself off them if you mention that again.” The empty threat made him laugh louder.

Fighting you free of your clothes was a difficult task. You were a mess of limbs and huffs of laughter. All of it worked against Joe, and it felt a little like he was trying to rid a squirmy toddler of an outfit with tricky buttons and zippers but harder. Trying to get you to drink a tall glass of water wasn’t so hard. You gulped it down without a fight but did have to stop twice because you had to laugh at something you didn’t explain to Joe. 

In bed, Joe asked you how drunk you really were. “Stone cold sober, sailor!” you’d used an accent Joe hadn’t heard from you before and you’d saluted him with your eyes closed. 

Too drunk, Joe concluded.

“We’ll talk in the morning.” Joe smiled, said good night, and gave you a kiss to the forehead that made you hum before you allowed sleep to take you. 

Monday morning came too fast. 

The awful taste in your mouth, almost mouldy feeling inside your head, hot legs under covers too thick – it was all wrong. Nausea laid in wait, primed to activate on movement. You tried to sit up but were quickly fought back against the mattress by gravity, a low groan escaping your throat. You felt Joe move beside you. The mattress dipped in slightly and an arm found its way across your stomach. 

“How bad is it?” Joe’s voice was deep and raspy, still coated with sleep. 

“Don’t sit up. It's dangerous up there.” You warned Joe through squinty eyes, like he’d been drinking the night before too. You tried to focus your eyes on your outstretched hands, but double vision turned them into two sets. They lifted, floated, crossed over and blurred as you held them still. You needed more sleep.

“Mmmh,” Joe buried his face deeper into the pillow. “We’ll do today horizontally.”

Joe didn’t have anywhere to be until later in the afternoon. And you’d already decided the night before that you’d open shop whenever you felt like you could actually function to do so. You managed to get a little more sleep before the sun had lit up your bedroom enough for it to not be ignored anymore. 

“Last night was fun,” you recounted, breaking a silence that hadn’t asked to be broken.

“Yea? How’s your head?” Joe knew you had to be in pain, both from the alcohol consumption leaving you dehydrated and from the way you bashed it into a table the night before.

“I’ve not had any complaints.” You joked, making yourself laugh more than Joe. 

“Look at you! So quick on your feet, and that at,” Joe checked the time. “Ten past eight in the morning.” Joe sarcastically commented, cooing you patronizingly. 

“Thanks, babe.” You remembered everything from the night before, and Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils. 

A silence lingered where Joe found your hand in the sheets, propped your arm up onto its elbow next to his, and he let his fingers play. Delicate slow touching, soft tickles that barely grazed your skin. You felt a sharp pang in your chest as if shot by cupid himself, that little shit. It hurt, but it leaked out hot fluid that filled your whole chest. It resembled hot chocolate; thick, warm, sugary sweet, almost silky. And then it translated itself to your brain, and you were hit with a realization that terrified you.

“You okay?” Joe lifted his head from the pillow a little to look at you, sensing your shift in emotion.

“Just hung over, I guess.” You lied and you let Joe continue to tickle your palm with the tips of his fingers. It was almost too intimate for you to bear. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” you suddenly said, surprising Joe. You were mostly apologizing for your friends, but you’d lie if you said you hadn’t egged them on when Joe hadn’t been looking.

“No need to apologize. I should be the one saying sorry to you.” Joe meant for what people seeing a picture of the two of you kissing had brought onto you.

“It’s not your fault.” You meant the picture being taken in the first place. 

“But I’m still sorry.” Joe meant for what the picture had changed for you. 

And that was enough. You’d find a new routine, you were sure. So what if Joe wouldn’t be in your store all the time anymore? He could be there after hours as much as he wanted- as much as you wanted now. Joe didn’t have to sit in the armchair for three hours, rereading the same paragraph eight times because his real focus was on where your eyes were boring into him as you took every moment you could to stare at him from your spot behind the counter. Now he could just be in your bed with you and apologize for things he had no control over. You convinced yourself it would be just as fun. 

“About what I said the other day…” Joe started, and something in his voice revealed a certain level of importance. You had an inkling about what he was referencing, but didn’t want to bring it up yourself, so you stayed silent. You heard Joe’s head move against the pillow as he turned to look at you again, and you realized he was waiting for you to speak.

“It’s okay, we decided you didn’t mean it.” You pretended it was something Joe was also going to apologize to you for, and you hoped he’d drop it. 

But Joe instead intertwined your fingers with his and held your hand, now turning onto his side to face you fully. You stayed put flat on your back and just turned your head to find his eyes. It was better because you still felt nauseous, but it was also better because it felt safer. Not as intimate, much less scary. 

“What if I did mean them?” he squeezed your hand tightly, as if you might take your chance to jump from the bed to get away from him. 

“Because it feels a lot like love,” his voice was so close to a whisper, it felt like his words were barely even there. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, as if it missed a step down the stairs, and you had to balance yourself and find your breath like lost feet below you. The words felt like another person in the room. A third wheel at the end of the bed that was staring at you in hopes of accepting them so they could stay there. You looked Joe in the eye, and all the emotions you found in there punched you right in the gut. 

“Those are scary words, Joe.” You confessed carefully. 

“I know. But don’t run from them.” Joe said and you could feel his hands squeeze yours a few times, tight fingers pulsing around your palm. 

Joe was onto you, and the hand that wasn’t holding yours found your face and cupped around your cheek. You closed your eyes to his touch. 

“I’m going to say more scary words. Embrace yourself.” Joe said with a slight smile, and it instantly released more nervous, frantic butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“The first time I loved you was when you silently placed a cup of coffee next to me. I had just started wondering if I was overstaying my welcome, and then you just gave me a hot drink."

You silently blinked at Joe.  

"The second time I loved you was when I was talking about you with your grandfather, and we looked at you and your mother hard a work for a little while.” As you listened to Joe, the hot chocolate inside your chest was bubbling, threatening to tip over into the rest of your body and seep out of it, into the bed. 

Joe wasn’t done yet, though.

“The third time I loved you was when you called me Mr Quinn and gave me your phone number. I stuck that piece of paper in my wallet, and I’ve still got it in there. And the fourth time I loved you was when we had the photoshoot here and we were out front and I could see you in the breakroom, working behind your laptop and singing along to my playlist, just in your own world, undisturbed by whatever we had going on.” Joe reminisced, looking up at the ceiling as he vividly remembered the sight of you. 

“After that… all the times I’ve loved you sort of pile together into a big, sticky ball that bounces around my body when I look at you.” Joe found your eyes. He was impossibly cute, and your face told him that you thought so. But there was more to find in your eyes. Joe said to not run from his words, so you very actively tried not to, but it proved almost too difficult.

“Joe, I can’t,” you started, flipping the script, and scaring Joe with what you were saying. “I can’t be an addition to…” you continued, searching for the right words. “… to a system. Or an addition to an entity.” You said, and Joe understood. “I’ve barely even met him, really. I can’t suddenly be Joseph Quinn’s girlfriend.” and like you’d grown accustomed to by now, whenever you spoke of the Joe who was in the public eye, you added the hand gesture that went along with it, but this time small and quick. 

“You won’t be. You’ll be mine.” Joe pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

It sounded so simple. You knew in theory it wouldn’t be, but it was tempting to play with the idea of simplicity for the two of you. Like it had been so simple, for so long. Too long. 

You sat with Joe’s words for a minute, then suddenly turned over so you were now also on your side, facing Joe. You looked down at your clutching hands in between the two of you and swallowed thickly. 

“The first time I loved you was when you read Blindness in one day and came to tell me about it, only two days after we first met.” Joe’s lips pursed into a small smile which encouraged you to keep going. You couldn’t look him in the eye for this, and you kept your gaze on your hands. 

“The second time I loved you was when you bought that book without checking to see what it was because you had missed the store-”

“I’d missed you.” Joe confessed sweetly, eyes twinkling like those of a naughty schoolboy. 

“I fucking knew it.” You scrunched your face at Joe’s, and you both giggled.  

“The third time I loved you was during that shoot, when you had to pose on a ladder, and you grabbed the book my grandfather used to read to me.” Joe remembered how he’d found your face through the window, and you’d looked at each other for a second. 

You suddenly frowned and sunk further into your thoughts. “But what if it doesn’t work?” you asked Joe, and your worry-filled eyes locked with his. “What if I’m not equipped for this?” and Joe caught your lip trembling before you quickly bit into it to hide it from him. 

Joe leant back a bit, moving away to take in more of you, to read you fully. You looked frail. Breakable. He didn’t want to break you because he had seen what that was like. Joe thought back to that horrific day where you had processed your grandfather’s passing in the bookstore, the event for different reasons almost as traumatic for him as it had been for you. 

“Sweetheart,” Joe scooted back closer to you, moving until your foreheads were pressed together and your hands, still holding each other, were curled up tightly in between your chests. There was nowhere for you to look but directly into Joe’s big, brown eyes. 

“It’s been working. You’ve no idea how well equipped you are, and you’ll see. You’ll grow to see it, I promise.”

You weren’t sure how Joe was so convincing. But he was. 

“Tell me you love me again,” you asked, and Joe’s kiss came in hot an heavy. This time there was no lingering of his lips in front of your face, no waiting for you to close any gaps. Joe found your lips with his without hesitation and you loved him for it. 

“I love you,” Joe said into your mouth and followed it with little kisses that travelled from your mouth all over your face until they circled back again. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It was past noon when you opened the store. You were both there, coffees in hand, stood behind the counter. The morning of love left you with relaxed bodies, your hangover slowly curing and no worries about anything, for whatever you could think of. No worries for the rest of the day, no worries for other photos that were bound to be taken of the two of you together and no worries for the future. It felt all too blissful, and you let yourself soak in it. 

You smiled at the display you put together the night before, the autographed sign looked so much more professional in your memory of creating it. Now it was mainly its sentimental value that kept you from replacing it for something without badly drawn stick-figures and obvious dried and wrinkled spots from where you’d spilled margarita on it. 

Joe asked if you remembered pointing at the sign and calling one of the stick-figures Santa last night when the door opened.

“Oh my God,” a girl in her late teens early twenties had stepped in and from her wide eyes you gathered she hadn’t expected to actually see Joe there, in the flesh. 

Joe kissed you on the back of the head quickly, as much out of sight as he could make his public display of affection before stepping around the counter towards her.  

“Hi, welcome, can I help you find a book you’re looking for?” 

And you got to stand back and watch him interact with her. Joe was quick to match her energy, was the one to initiate a hug and then hugged her close so she could really feel him- smell him. He posed for a selfie and then sold her a book from your display. His display. “You won’t know what you’re getting, but you do know that I drew that for you.” He said, scrunching his face and pouting as he pointed at a little love heart on the wrapping paper that covered the novel. She was all smiles, and so were you. 

Then she looked at you behind the counter and made her way over to pass you the mystery book Joe had picked out for her, and you rung her up. 

“Did you manage to find everything you were looking for?” you asked, and you saw Joe grin at you from behind her. 

You had an inkling then that this was going to work out just fine. When the young woman walked out the store after giving Joe a short wave, Joe turned to you with outstretched arms. 

“Hey? That wasn’t so bad!” he celebrated, and you laughed as you shook your head. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Will you be okay to do the rest of them yourself?” Joe asked, stepping behind the counter and pulling you into him by your waist. “Are you asking me if I’m going to be able to run my store?” you feigned offense, making Joe grin. “Good, because I’ve got to run.” He pressed a quick peck to your lips before picking up his coat from where he’d left it on the armchair the night before.

“Though, it won’t be half as exciting without you here,” you made eyes at Joe, knowing that if people were to find that selfie online, they were going to be coming in hoping to get one too. 

“Tell them I’m in here all the time, they’ll come back and buy more.” Joe said, arms swinging into his coat and stepping towards the door. “I’ll be back before dinner.” 

“Hey,” you said, nodding your head up at him as you leant your arms wide on the counter, hanging in your shoulders. Joe stopped just before he stepped out and turned to look at you.

“I love you.” Your voice laced thick with adoration as you bit your bottom lip in a smile. Joe squeezed one eye shut and stuck his arm out, catching your words with his hand, then pressing them tightly to his chest. 

“I love you too.”

the end.

— read Like A Poem here

The story continues: read A Whisper Away here. —

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[kisses-for-clyde]

Context: Giving an info-dump answer on “Is Wes alive” (and is Fish alive as an after-thought) This was gonna be a discord reply but I don’t wanna spam the server so I wrote it here

It's definitely ambiguous if either Wes or Fish are gonna survive till the end of the comic (in the distant, distant future) but I feel that's a given with any character in Lackadaisy including our main folks just because of the tone Tracy's going for in her writing. Her writing style has always gone for the implicit (and she's mentioned how she writes like that in her live streams), so she's not going to tell us whether any characters gonna be safe in following chapters, it's what keeps suspense and high stakes right?

I am on the fence if Fish is gonna make that car crash, but the Wes pic I found with him climbing out of the bushes is from "preview" where you can definitely see those are the sketches she's already refined for future panels, hence the title preview. I feel Wes has to be alive at least for a couple more pages to continue that suspense since if he was killed there and then, there wouldn't be any lingering threat for Ivy in upcoming pages (or Elsa trying to call Viktor about her tryna do bootlegging).

When it comes to concept art, and how long Tracy's speculated about a character I like to believe that means she's got more planned out for him. If you do as much treasure hunting for crumbs like I do, you’ll find tid-bits of Tracy answering things like Wes having a frail ego, and a history of getting himself into fights and scuffles (mentioned on her Patreon); you’ll find in the discord Fable and Tracy explicitly saying how he’s a mamas boy and his mom also follows a life of crime; and in streams of Tracy and the team they’ll joke and poke about Wes’ on going inferiority complex and his need to prove he deserves respect. I don’t think Tracy, Fable or the others would have this much characterization for Wes if they didn’t plan on having him play a longer piece in the comic, having him there helps represent what the different shades of grey are in Marigold, and a glimpse of what the organization is from a distance (for the reader I mean).  So yeah, an upcoming character page / poster for him doesn’t seem like much in comparison to the pig farmers also getting a poster but explicitly dying; BUT I think if you add Wes’ concept art, amongst a lot of other photos, thoughts from Tracy in her Patreon, and thoughts from Fable and the staff in art streams he’s definitely feels like a side-character that’ll stick around longer. As for Fish... I’ve seen bare bone things about him unfortunately so that’s why I’m hesitant to believe he survived that car crash (I do hope he makes it tho, poor guy). But YEAH that’s my two cents.  Also images and text at the bottom for your enjoyment: 

[bedruil]

Opening Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by my friemd @thekuraning :3 Now let's see what we have!

(Also gonna add the gift fic I did becase it is published, just not on my ao3. SOOO)

Request fic for Kura (Pokemon, Professor Elm/His wife)

So getting mutated into a ho-oh hybrid by a spiked energy drink was a shit time (Understatement, it was painful and his favorite shirt had gotten torn as the wings pushed themselves out of his back)

Rough Awakening (Pokemon, Professor Elm/Professor Birch)

He hated waking up with a pounding headache.

All Alone On a Friday Night? (Pokemon, Professor Rowan/Proton)

Friday night in Sandgem. Usually Professor Oskar Rowan would still be busy or would be winding down by reading stories from his personal stash of books, and if he was feeling spicy, a trashy supernatural romance novel. Lucas was out of town on vacation, and the silence of the lab was only occasionally interrupted by the almost inaudible noises from some Cricketot outside.

A perfectly normal office party at OsCorp (Raimi Spiderman Trilogy, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn)

Norman invites Otto to this special OsCorp event. He says that you cant go alone to the event/must bring another person and otto doesnt really question it. He will socialize, drink, eat and be merry and then go home for a gold nights sleep. It is a regular party after all, right?

Aqua-chan's and Jasper-Senpai's super sugoi kawaii ugu lovey dovey adventure!!! (Steven Universe, Jasper/Aquamarine)

Jasper was in her last year of school. She had been branded as a troublemaker by everyone around her, classmates, teachers, hell, it even seemed as if the headmaster herself was on the verge of expelling her. But it wasn’t her fault that she got in trouble all the time! She didn’t mean to! Ever since Pink-Senpai left….

Yellow and Blue Pearl find a job (Steven Universe, Yellow Pearl & Blue Pearl)

After a long series of events including accusations of treason, refusing to follow orders, and calling Blue Diamond a “Soggy Ghost”, Blue and Yellow Pearl had fled Homeworld to live their lives on earth. They had thought the rebels would house them somewhere after hearing their whole story, but apparently they no longer had vacancy in any of their bases.

Kevin, Ex-Human (Steven Universe, Jamie/Kevin)

Kevin had just finished another day being the simply the best. He had just won a bunch of races against those beach city kids (No sight of those two kids who could turn into a lady? Dude? Whatever, he won that time). He would get home, take a long awaited shower, and text his boyfriend. Maybe send a couple of risky pics. Kevin smiled to himself, blasted his music louder and rolled his windows down.

Too Many Cookies (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)

Blue was heading back to her and Yellow’s cozy little apartment. She had spent the day with Greg, going to get books and tapes, and Yellow had opted to stay at their apartment, citing “she had important things to do”.

A Vignette from Prison (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)

They did not belong in prison. Actually, correction, Blue did, because like a complete an utter clod she just had to accuse not one but BOTH of the present diamonds in the shattering of the highly beloved and esteemed pink diamond. Now from being esteemed members of society, they were assigned to make limb-enhancer components with common crooks! Extremely dangerous ones even! Their clothes had been replaced by red jumpsuits with no insignia (they were now unworthy to be even assigned a court!)

Dream a Little Dream of Me (Steven Universe, Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon)

It had been a tiring week. The same damned emissary of the court of nightmares had been turning her dreams sour. Why her specifically, it just did not click with her. In a certain way, this bothersome emissary was almost like her counterpart, same build, same long nose, even the same protective stone! Their only marked difference was in the colors they sported, the rival emissary dressed mainly in blacks with hints of yellow, while she sported calming hues of blue and hints of white, and their haircuts, the nightmare’s more spike-like and hers more of a sloping crescent.

First of damn, I almost posted here everything I ever posted akkdjfsdf. Also the two unfinished fics are haunting my nightmares aaaaaa.

Will say, I notice how as time went on my opening lines became shorter? I also tend to use some sort of pronoun, or the charaters name and mantion the current location.

TAGGING MOOTS THAT I KNOW POST STUFF @norobocock @jonphaedrus @tsukidrama and if anybody else wanna participate feel free to!

Anyway read rough awakening plz

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 10 - Not Worth the Effort

Senichi: Hey, Manji

Manji: What is it, Sen-nii

Senichi: Let me use the new arrows you bought today too

Manji: Huh~? Don’t you have your own?

Senichi: Mine got a bit old. I wanna try out new ones

Manji: Sen-nii, when you bought a new bow, you didn’t let me borrow it

Senichi: That’s not true. I told you I’ll let you borrow it later

Manji: It was a lot later

Senichi: Really?

Manji: Yeah. So you can use my arrows, but later.

Senichi: Tch~

Manji: Don’t “tch” me...Huh?

Senichi: Mmm...hey! 

Manji: That’s Kazemai’s 

Senichi: Yamanouchi Ryouhei!

Ryouhei: "It was delicious” ...There

Senichi: Oi!

Manji: Stop right there!

Ryouhei: Who is it? Huh? Oh!

Senichi: We’re not gonna let you say you forgot who we are

Ryouhei: I remember you two. I was just surprised

Manji: We haven’t seen each other since the takoyaki party

Ryouhei: Oh, right. How are you guys?

Senichi: What’s with this lack of enthusiasm? What do you mean “How are you guys?”

Ryouhei: Ah, sorry, I’ll say it differently. “How are you guys!?”

Manji: Does not compute

Ryouhei: Huh? Why, why? 

Manji: That’s enough

Senichi: Ryouhei, what are you doing here? 

Manji: This isn’t Kazemai’s territory

Ryouhei: Oh, I was just coming back from Shuu-kun’s house

Senichi and Manji: Huh!?

Ryouhei: Shuu’s little sister, Sae-chan...

Senichi and Manji: What?

Ryouhei: Had a violin recital

Senichi and Manji: Wha!

Ryouhei: She told me to come and watch her, so I stopped by on my way home

Senichi and Manji: Nnnngh~~~!

Ryouhei: What’s wrong?

Senichi: At the takoyaki party, you said you’ll invite us the next time you go to Shuu’s house!

Manji: You said you would!

Ryouhei: Um...sorry. I forgot

Senichi and Manji: You’re terrible!

Manji: We never went to Shuu’s house even once!

Ryouhei: Oh, really?

Senichi: Are you asserting your dominance or something?

Manji: I’m so pissed off right now!

Ryouhei: Then, let’s go together next time

Senichi and Manji: Eh

Ryouhei: I think Shuu-kun and Sae-chan would be happy too

Ryouhei: Oh, I got a reply.

Ryouhei: I texted Shuu-kun about the cake being delicious earlier

Senichi: Reply...!

Senichi: Wait! 

Manji: Ryouhei, you’re communicating with him directly? With Shuu!

Ryouhei: Huh? Yeah, I do, just fine

Senichi and Manji: Nnngh~~~!

Senichi: Even we don’t know his number!

Manji: Ryouhei’s talking with Shuu!

Ryouhei: Huh, you didn’t know?

Manji: Asserting your dominance again!

Ryouhei: Don’t you have an account?

Manji: We do!

Ryouhei: Then why don’t we make a group chat?

Senichi and Manji: Eh

Ryouhei: Ah, but before that, let’s add each other first. Tell me your IDs

Senichi and Manji: ...

Ryouhei: I’ll try asking Shuu-kun if we can make a group chat

Senichi: Oh...

Manji: That’s from Shuu? What did he say?

Ryouhei: He says he’s fine with it

Senichi: Shuu’s using stamps!

Manji: Seriously?

Manji: Seriously! And what’s with this lame stamp!

Ryouhei: Ahaha, that’s just like Shuu-kun

Senichi and Manji: Eh...

Ryouhei: I’m going to invite you guys now

Manji: Shuu’s profile pic is still the gray silhouette...

Ryouhei: Mmm, what should I make the group name?

Senichi: Let’s ask Shuu. It’s his group after all

Ryouhei: Okay

Senichi: I wonder if it’ll be something like the Fujiwara Association

Manji: Or Hawkeye or Archers’ Salon

Ryouhei: Oh, he responded!

Senichi and Manji: It’s here it’s here!

Senichi and Manji: What did he say

Ryouhei: He said, “Takoyaki Club”

Senichi and Manji: So lame!!

[elizabethplaid]

Dolly brainfarts - This Old Dollhouse

April 12, 2009 - idea collage

I have no plans to follow through on any of the stuff I typed and typo’ed here. I did add a closet bar to the window-cubby of the Twiggy trunk, but nothing else has been altered.

Original text below cut

I have the Twiggy and Elizabeth Taylor trunks from Franklin Mint; they're made for their 1:4 portrait dolls (they have other celebs in the series too, but most of 'em are no longer made). I also have a folding Barbie house like in the picture. Mine has the same colors, but the cardboard wall board (with images of other stuff) has been painted a solid blue. I think I painted the pink cabinet on the right a black color, as well. (I snagged the images online, as my camera is still dead. The new Canon hasn't been purchased yet, as dad's pumping funds into remodeling the living room.)

Big note for this project: Folding house can come apart, be chopped, be painted, blow up (though all dolls will be given plenty of evacuation time) for all I care. I don't use it, and it's not as great as I had imagined. It's packed away in our barn, so it's hard to get to. If I can avoid using this, it means less hassle trying to dig through boxes.

Both trunks cannot be modified in ANY way. I already tried to take the hinges off without killing things (so they might go back together later), but it didn't work and I'm not sure if it can be done. I don't want to paint anything; outside of the Twiggy trunk is vinyl anyway. The empty areas could be storage space, but I'll put a shelf unit in there instead of nailing anything in place.

Main goal is that I need to at least use the Twiggy trunk in some fashion. I'm gonna end up moving things to the floor in my room, but I don't want things sitting directly on the floor. I'm gonna add a pic of bookshelves that have dollhouse potential, too.

If you've got any ideas or examples or floor plans or tips for setting up a non-standard dollhouse that's at least playscale (1:6 or Barbie sized), I'd really appreciate it.

[tentatechnologies]

i don’t normally do this type of post, i never have reason to, but i wanted to write down or go relatively in-depth with the process of that last piece so i can hopefully replicate the results (or if anyone was curious). and also because i think the initial sketch is hilarious:

before i put a cut on this monstrosity of a post, these are the lines and flats; there were a few details that got lost under the shading so now you can see the gradients on her tentacles, etc.

now let’s get crack a lackin’

composition-wise i had a vague idea that i wanted both her hands in the shot, a prominent feature of her smile, and the lettering in the bottom left-hand corner; of which the hardest part was placing both her hands until i had the idea of her leaning against her shoulder.

since i swapped to csp from sai, my sketches have gotten looser and simpler in style, which isn’t a bad thing but wasn’t what i wanted out of this pic. i especially wanted to evoke the way i used to draw marlo’s teeth and did my best to replicate the brush i used to sketch in sai, and then i drew the rest of the owl. (and refined the text.)

(on god, there are no layers in-between these two.)

i did not have to line this from here but i wanted to, so i did. i think that took the bulk of the time spent on this... somewhere around 7 to 9 hours?

i wasn’t thinking about line-weight all that much, really, apart from mimicking the heavier and thicker areas of the sketch—normally i would have a light-source in mind already, and thin the lines which would be under direct light and thicken the ones in the shadows, but i really didn’t think i was gonna render this yet. for as long as it takes lineart is the least-complicated step so... that’s that.

for clarity, i won’t include this version in the process, but for all my artfight attacks thus far i’ve duplicated the lineart layer and used some effect to add some soft red rim to it all. in this instance the duplicated layer is a soft vivid red on color burn and blurred a little; the main lineart is on hard light so it can show against the darker colors.

the flats have a few things going on; they’re a mix of my own color choices (for example, her main skin tone is the same color i used to sketch) and eyedropped, which i don’t normally do but you just can’t get better than dolly’s native colors imo. instead, the skin colors from her ref made up the highlights and flush points. i was gonna do the same thing on her tentacles but gave up because i couldn’t figure it out LOL. most everything was magic wand’d for ease of selection, though i like to color by hand.

oooookay, so now we get into shading. i wasn’t planning on doing anything extra beyond nab a few extra points with a rough excuse for ‘fully shaded’, but i started screwing around with layer modes and, well, that was all she wrote.

first step: saturated teal on 100% multiply. (i think it was a color i eyedropped from one of splatoon’s assets for my last zine piece, actually.) i blocked it in chunks and refined it with the g-pen and eraser, celshading everything like i normally do, and then stumbled face-first into blending instead. clip’s default gouache blender for that, at various sizes depending how broad or subtle i wanted the blend. i sort of kept the shadows crisp near where they were cast (i.e. her arm against her tentacle) and faded on wider planes like her arms & chest but mostly i did whatever i liked.

duplicated the layer and set it on top, a bright red on 100% saturation. i use the HSV sliders the most and the red was, itself, 100 saturation. i wanted extra vibrancy without having to literally paint with more saturated colors and this was the best solution i could come up with.

now the light source; a linear burn layer on 23% opacity, a rich gold color (i think one of the ones i’ve used for ness’ ink at some point); cool shadows mean a warm light source. normally i would magic wand the celshading and invert selection, but since i’d already painted everything, i ... did the same and expanded the selection significantly, overlapping with the saturation layer/‘subsurface scattering’, and softened the edges down. not recommended, will make sure to think ahead next time lmao.

now we start to get complicated and i started throwing things to find if they stick. this one’s a soft light layer with pink and blue airbushed on; the pink to add further vibrancy and depth to her skin, accentuate the flush points from above, and create color variation and vibrancy in her tentacles. the blue got used for a rough approximation of bounce light and to create a bit more depth in the shadows. i wasn’t super precise with the placement, but it isn’t obvious either way.

the top is a very pale tan on soft light, there’s not a lot to this; it’s very broad highlights and i just kinda did whatever in terms of the shapes.

the bottom is the addition of another vivid light layer, a similar if not the same pale tan airbrushed over and around the broader gloss. i layered it heavier where that gloss was more pronounced, especially closest to the light source, but bled it out farther to create the illusion of... i don’t know if you would call it refraction or subsurface scattering again, but some extra depth. there’s also a few speckles to dampen the impact of the shine on her nose and lips & accentuate the shine of her teeth.

and that’s all of it! i made this whole thing up as i went along but i am Definitely gonna attempt recreating and refining it. if you read this far, thank you so much, i am handing you a plate of homemade sugar cookies

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

soooo who wants to hear about me writing a very gay oc for Gotham knights (and ofc she’s in love with duela)

yeah okay it’s my text post not an open question

I wrote the basis of the character between 10pm and 2am so it’s neither perfect nor original. but i kinda like how it turned out:

My OC is called Camilla Jay Talbot (yes I watched both supernatural and downton abbey). She’s one of the knights obviously, 17, and a thief who’s the Row siblings’ best friend. Fun fucking fact, her middle name was originally rose because it was 2 in the morning and I thought the idea was good and not done before. Then I watched another GK episode and realized that Duela’s actress is Olivia Rose Keegan. So I had to change it quickly.

I already got a backstory for her but I didn’t get time to put it in a chapter yet. Basically she and the Rows are childhood best friends, and she lived with her parents until the age of 16. They… didn’t really love her (told you about the originality) but made her study very hard because they valu academic success above all else. She was gonna transfer to Gotham Acadmey for senior year.

But she’s a thief as I said, and she got caught stealing from a jewelry store and was sent to prison/juvie for three months. When she got back Gotham Acadmey said they would never take her and her parents kicked her out. She’s been living in homeless people shelters ever since, and recently reunited with the Rows when they left their father.

I have another thing I could add to her backstory but I’m not sure if I’ll do it because it’s very dark and I’m not sure I could write it well: in her first days on the streets she was recognized by a former teacher of hers who took her in, and she lived with him for a while, but her turned out very creepy and tried to take advantage of her, and she killed him but no one ever suspected it was anything other than an accident. I already hinted at it on the first chapter: when she’s interrogated Ford asks her “you never killed anyone?” and she replies “I didn’t kill Bruce Wayne” so there’s that.

For her appearance, I browse through a lot of picrews to try and see what felt best but I decided to stick to my personal favorite, poikon maker :

Her hair is colored because in chapter 2 she dyed it lighter so she doesn’t look like her mugshot (just like Harper died her pink strand blue).

Her clothes in this pic felt like what she would normally wear and I’ll update as I write the chapters.

Also I decided that all my chapter titles would be the songs on So Much (For) Stardust because i love this album and I feel like she would too.

[embrassemoi]

when ur sober ☽ R.L

MARAUDERS MODERN TEXTING AU:

Remus felt his heart pound in his chest and he wondered briefly if he was going to faint. Those words he’d been desperate to hear finally happened. But she was drunk. The ringing in his ears intensified and in a panic, he hung up the phone; shakily texting back: call me when ur sober.

NAVIGATION ☽ MASTERLIST ☽ AO3

PAIRINGS: Remus Lupin x F!Reader ft. Jily, Dorlene

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

CONTENT: Fluff, swearing, sexual jokes, blink and you’ll miss the angst, love confessions, brief mention of food, cringe lol

NOTES: I'm a firm believer that Remus would've loved 'the real slim shady.’ Also, lowkey badly written but I’m too lazy to go back and rewrite

USERNAME GUIDE:

Remus — my moony Sirius — padfoot Peter — peeps James — evan’s bitch Lily — petals Marlene — marling Dorcas — meadowes in meadows Y/N — me (for her POVs (for Remus it���s: sunshine)) Me — refers to the owner of the cell who’s texting 

EDIT: there's something wrong with the formatting but Tumblr keeps glitching out so I can't fix it. I apologize

[Besties]

7:45 PM

petals: are we still going out tonight?

padfoot: ofc. don’t back out now

petals: i’m not

my moony: can’t. i got an upcoming exam

my moony: gotta study

padfoot: BUT REMUSSSSSSS!

evan’s bitch: gonna be late. need to finish something up at work but i’m driving everyone home. pretty sure pete can’t either

peeps: made plans with my s/o. another time?

padfoot: what happened to the MARAUDERS???

(padfoot removed peeps from Besties)

petals: ...

petals: damn. didn’t give him a chance

my moony: ruthless.

my moony: wait

my moony: sirius. don’t you fucking dare

(padfoot removed my moony from Besties)

(padfoot changed the group name from Besties to bad bitches ONLY)

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[my moony]

7:50 PM

my moony: he’s insufferable

my moony: can you add me back

me: lol

me: no

my moony: 0:

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[bad bitches ONLY]

7:51 PM

me: GET THEM SNUFFLES

marlings: LMFAOOO NO

marlings: IM FUCKING CRYINGG

evan’s bitch: WAIT

evan’s bitch: LET ME MAKE MY CASE

evan’s bitch: i’m the driver! u can’t kick me unless u want to walk home

me: valid point

meadowes in meadows: i agree

petals: still remove him

evan’s bitch: >:(

padfoot: kinda wanna add remus back

padfoot: he’s going to beat the shit out of me

petals: dramatic much

me: tough luck buddy

evan’s bitch: rip. getaway driver?

meadowes in meadows: wait where r we going??

marling: pub?

padfoot: pub

me: we should go to the one in diagon alley

padfoot: !!!

padfoot: good idea! It’s close

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[padfoot]

8:04 PM

padfoot: babes

padfoot: darling

padfoot: send me a pic of ur outfit for tonight

padfoot: wanna match

me: [sent image]

padfoot: OMFG UR GOING TO LOOK HOT

padfoot: AS FUCK

me: hot as fuck together*

padfoot: is ur bf coming?

me: he’s not my bf

padfoot: moony is literally in love with u. idk why ur not jumping each others' bones yet

me: u don’t know that

me: he’s just friendly

padfoot: …

me: shut the fuck up

me: ANYWAYYYY

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[bad bitches ONLY]

8:09 PM

petals: does 9 sound good?

marling: peffffecttttt

me: yup yup

evan’s bitch: i’m off work around 9 30. I’ll meet you guys there

meadowes in meadows: thanks mama james

meadowes in meadows: everyone say thank you to james

me: thxs bambi

petals: eh. thanks

evan’s bitch: whatever you want my beautiful flower

marling: thankkkk youuu

padfoot: 2/4 marauders bonding time!

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[petals]

8:13 PM

petals: did you want to spend the night at my place?

petals: james is offering and it’s been so long

me: sure. of course!!!

me: are my clothes still there?

petals: washed and folded

me: k. def then

Locking her home screen, she tossed her phone to the side, getting up to walk over to Remus in their shared apartment. She made her way soundlessly as he tirelessly worked away at his study notes.

“Hey.” She rubbed a supportive hand up and down his back. “Do you need anything?”

He sighed, finally putting down his pencil to look up at her.

Green eyes had never been so alluring.

“Fuckin’ tired,” he says, pulling off his glasses. “A hug would be nice though..?”

She smiles, gladly wrapping her arms around Remus, his head dropping into the crook of her neck. Her fingers dance with the honey auburn curls on the nape of his neck while his hands wrap around her waist; little ghosts of touch and brushes of fingers. Even his slightest touch flooded her veins with extremities, as she’d just been touched with livewire.

His presence cast a protective bubble over her, safe from the distress that life often brings. With him, she felt a strength and stability she didn’t know she was lacking. And being with him, she felt so loved, despite all her acknowledged imperfections. The happiness of being understood and cared for despite the voluminous flaws was comforting.

Loving Remus is calm. Joyful. Peaceful and sturdy.

Her heart clenched, wondering if he felt the same.

She was the one that pulled away. “I wish you could come tonight.”

“Mmhm. Me too.”

“If you want, I can stay to help out.”

But Remus was unrelenting as he shook his head. “Have fun, you deserve it.”

“And not my little Moony?” She jokes.

“Little Moony?” His lip quirks up, a small blush settling on his face. And every time he laughs, it is even more dazzling than the last. A victory is written in every bone at the sound.

And she saves it to auditory memory.

“If you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna get ready.”

He simply nodded his head, sinking into his chair to return to studying.

“I’m staying at Lily’s tonight!” She calls out, only to have Remus shout back in acknowledgment.

In record time, she managed to get in the shower, dry, slip on a beautiful dress and put on her makeup. She shoved her phone into her bag, heels in one hand while heading to the living room, surprised to find Remus not studying, but in the kitchen.

He was dancing a little, shuffling around as the soft playing of music encircled them.

“What are you making?” She questions. Remus’ head snaps up. And the way he looks at her, gaze scorching her skin, maybe she thinks, maybe he does feel something too.

He forcibly coughs, gaze lingering on her a beat before forcing himself to stare at the ground. “Sauce — y’know James’ spaghetti recipe. Ugh  — you look okay.”

“Okay?” She mused, stalking up beside him, staring at the fresh oregano he put into the tomato sauce. “Just okay?”

He squirms a little in his spot. “You’re humble, aren’t you?”

She laughs and Remus relaxes.

“Be my taste tester?” Gesturing to the food in front.

Brow raised, she agrees as he brings the wooden spoon to her lips. Her eyes never leaving his.

“Mmhm.” The sauce is sublime, so much so that she has to close her eyes to take in the richness of flavour. When she opens them again, Remus is staring down at her lips, eyes flashing a brilliant gold in the midst of his green hues. “That’s good.”

He pulls the spoon away,

And then a moment later, his brows raise. “Oh, you got a bit on your mouth just —”

The pad of his thumb brushes softly against her lower lip, wiping away the excess tomato sauce before he rips back his hand. Surprise written on his face and no doubt, hers too.

There was always that air of flirtatiousness, both always pushing boundaries.

“Okay!” She exclaims, nearly jumping back while he pulls away, coughing. “I better head out.”

“Y-yeah. Right!” Remus adds too quickly, forcing his head down to start cutting up vegetables speedily. “Um — text me when you get there and when you leave.”

“Sure! Bye!”

She stumbles out, feeling her skin ablaze as she shoves on her shoes, practically sprinting out the door.

What the fuck was that?

The cool air did nothing to chill the burning of her skin as October wore on. The crunching of freshly fallen leaves were crushed under each step. Only the buzzing of her phone seemed to snap her out of her distant state.

[marling]

9:21 PM

marling: she’s so beautiful

marling: i’m gonna cryyyy

marling: holy christ almighty i’m so lucky

marling: dorcas looks so pretty

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[padfoot]

9:32 PM

padfoot: this is it. I’m done

padfoot: i was flirting with this really hot guy and i accidentally spilt my drink on him

Padfoot: where r u???????

She slid open the notification.

me: running late

me: are you already drunk?

padfoot: ...mildy…

padfoot: i just got really nervous okay he’s hot

me: lmfao whore

padfoot: … ok u got me there

padfoot: at least i don’t want to suck my best friends dick

me: fuck all the way off you right dickhead

me: shit. nvm i’m a hypocrite

padfoot: ?????????? spill

me: omg i fucking hate myself

padfoot: TELL ME

me: remus just fUCKING TOUCHED MY LIPS

padfoot: WAHT?????

padfoot: WHATTTTTTT???!?!?!?!?!?!

padfoot: HE KISSED YOU??????

padfoot: bestie what the UFFCk

But then her phone lights up, receiving an incoming call from Sirius.

“What the fuck happened?!” Sirius practically roars from the other end of the receiver.

“I was trying his pasta sauce and —”

“Hah, are you sure it was pasta sauce?”

“Shut up! Anyway, some must have been left on my mouth and he wiped it off with his fingers!”

There was a high, muffled screaming from the other end of the phone and she chuckled, her heels clicking down on the pavement as she speedily walked to Diagon Alley.

“Oh my god! It’s happening! It's been years and it’s finally happening!”

But then there was a familiar ache that returned. “He probably didn’t realize what he was doing.”

There was a long pause on Sirius’ end, the only thing she could make out was the loud music and harsh whispering.

“You dumb bitch and I mean that with love”

That wasn’t Sirius.

“Excuse me?!”

Marlene sighs, and it’s evident she’s already drunk by the slight slur of her words. “How oblivious do you two mother fuckers have to be? I swear you guys could take a shower together, naked — you two could literally fuck and still say, but we’re just friends.’ Bullshit. Open your eyes!”

“Okay Marls. I’m going to hang up now —”

“Stop! You need to listen to me!

“— I’ll see you there.”

With the swipe of her thumb, the call ended and she felt like she could finally breathe.

It was all too confusing.

When she entered the pub, Sirius let out a low whistle, snapping his fingers a few times to gain her attention. She sent a quick text to Remus before shutting her phone off.

“There’s my fucking bestie!” He yells as she stalks up to the group.

James raises his hands. “What am I then?”

Sirius wraps an arm around her. “Moony doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“How much did he drink?” She asks, a bit worried as she has to pull Sirius off from getting on the table.

“Not sure,” James sighs into his seat, keeping a close eye on Lily, Marlene and Dorcas.

Before she could respond, Sirius pulled her away to the dance floor and the familiar buzz settled its way into her heart. Her main goal: get fucking plastered and forget about… him.

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The only sound that filled the room was the flip of pages every few seconds.

Remus combed a hand through his hair. He’d been going over his review notes for hours now. All the dates, numbers and facts weren’t sticking as he leaned back against his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk as he listened to the crickets and cars zipping by.

He couldn't stop thinking about her.

Reaching over, he turned off the small night light shining on his table. With a small sigh, he kicked off his feet, opening the table drawer, pulling out a lighter and a package of cigarettes. Making it to the balcony and shutting the glass door behind him.

Remus leaned over the railing of their balcony, stretching his shoulders while a cigarette was pinched between his indeed and pointer finger. With a flick of his lighter, he brought it to his lips. The smell of a pungent herb smell floated around as he pulled back, billows of smoke travelling through the light breeze.

He was a fucking idiot. Through and through.

Remus groaned out in embarrassment, hand wanding to pockets and pulled out his phone. The light illuminated his face in the dim glowing city lights.

He typed in his password, tapping on the messaging icon; sliding straight to her number. But he hesitated.

[sunshine]

12:57 PM

me: hello!

No, that looks too exciting. Deleting.

me: what's up?

No, that was stupid. He already knew ‘what was up.’ Deleting.

me: hey

That was good. Sent.

me: wanted to check in. u ok?

Sent.

Not even a few seconds later, the phone buzzed, an incoming call coming from his sunshine.

Correction, not his.

He picked up, placing the phone to his ear. The music must have been so loud because Remus could hear the blaring nightclub music, having to pull the phone away from his ear.

May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

“Remusss,” she slurred into the phone and he couldn’t help but feel his face heat and heart-clenching.

She was too cute.

“They’re playing your song!”

He gave a deep chuckle, unable to stop smiling as his weight shifted, already feeling the stress leave his body.

She was still his friend above all else. That triumphed over any kind of awkwardness.

“I can hear. Are you okay?”

“Mmhm!” Her voice was high and giggly and Remus was entranced by it. “I wish you were here to dance with me.”

And he wished he was too.

“Go have fun,” he said reluctantly. “Text me when you get to Lily’s place.”

“No! No, no, no! Don’t hang up!” She chirped bubbly. “I’ll just dance while calling you. Same thing, right?”

“Love, it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your —“

“Don’t go! Please?”

Remus didn’t have the heart to say no, he never did when it came to her so he simply said, “Of course.”

He could hear her little happy squeal.

“Okay it’s coming up — I’m Slim Shady, yes, I’m the real Shady! All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating —“

Remus felt his eyes brimming with tears of mirth, a smile breaking into a wide grin at her drunken rapping and breaths coming out short and rushed. He subbed the cigarette, that euphoric feeling he got with her never could compare to nicotine.

She was a drug. Magical ecstasy.

“Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about a Grammy?”

He didn’t even have to see her to know she was glowing. But really, Remus couldn’t think of a time where she was anything but beautiful.

Everything in his body yearned for her, reaching out for her constantly. His body ached, skin burned at her touch.

He wanted to hold her hands. Wanted her to play with his hair. Wanted to kiss her, hold her, call her his.

Love came to Remus slowly, but once he realized it, it hit him all at once.

Love for Remus is good and bad. Love is kissing each other softly in the mornings, love is asking if they need anything from the store. Love is also fighting but apologizing with sweet nothing and kisses. Crying but having a shoulder to cry on. Love is fighting for the other person, no matter how hard it gets. It's those stupid fucking butterflies that erupted in the base of your stomach that travel up and made you want to explode into pure light.

Love is checking your phone to see if they texted you, and then doing the stupid happy dance when you see a notification from them.

Sharing an umbrella with them in the rain — but them getting the most coverage and your arm drenched in water.

Love was small and big. And to him, she is the very definition of what makes love, love.

“Aw! It’s over!” She whined. “I’m getting another drink.”

“Hold on!” He quipped. “Why don’t you take a second? Breathe some fresh air in?”

She babbled about him being a party crasher, but he could hear the smirk in her voice.

Several voices flittered in and out before she shouted out to James and Sirius that she would be outside. Then it became significantly quieter, only the clicking of her heels and the soft buzzing from cars and her voice could be heard.

“After your exams, we have to celebrate.”

He shifted again. "Sure thing."

“Get you a couple of party hats.”

“Remember the last time we did that?” Remus continued to speak for a while, retelling the sudden memory until realizing that she had been peculiarly silent throughout his story.

“Am I that boring?” He teased, although it’s layered in worry and tension. There was another long pause. “Sorry, I should shut up —”

But swiftly interrupted with a soft whispered but still firm phrase enough that he barely registered it.

“I love you, Remus.”

Even then, the logical part of Remus‘ brain hadn’t quite caught up to speed yet and her confession was muddled with confusion and pure shook for minutes. It was quiet, long and he could hear her soft breathing.

He felt his heart pound in his chest and he wondered briefly if he was going to faint. Those words he’d been desperate to hear finally happened. His heart exploded, body buzzing with a warmth he’d never known before and —

And she was very obviously drunk.

The ringing in his ears intensified and in a panic, he hung up the phone; shakily texting back.

[sunshine]

1:12 AM

me: call me when ur sober

me: and then you can tell me how you really feel

He opened the door as a trembling blossom in his heart sent a sharp, warm stab of yearning through him.

The phone rang and he could see her user ID. But he didn’t pick up. If anything that made Remus panic more.

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When he gets a call from James around two in the morning, Remus was still wide awake, mulling over her words.

“James?”

“Open your door. Your girlfriend wouldn’t stop talking about wanting to spend the night with you instead.”

“She’s not my —”

“Shut it. Come out and help me.”

Remus hops out of bed, slipping on his shoes and grabbing the keys before dashing out the door.

James is laughing at whatever she said before she turns to him, lighting up brightly.

“Moony!”

He jogs, taking an arm and wrapping it around her waist to pull her flush against his chest. She grabs onto him like a koala bear as he prickles like a cat.

“You’re very attractive,” she whispers into his ear, lips brushing against his skin that Remus almost jerks up in shock. “Good for you.”

James doesn’t help as he begins to laugh, clutching his stomach.

“H-how much did she drink?” His usual deep voice jumps octaves high. A thrilling sensation shoots through him.

James shook his head, wiping the tears from his face. “A fucking lot. I’ve never seen her throw that many back. Make sure she drinks a lot of water.”

James leaves, getting into his car along with a loud Marlene and Sirius, chanting almost ritualistically to a Taylor Swift song while Lily looked like she was on the verge of tears, gripping James’ arm while shoving a phone in front of his face; a picture of a dozen cats reflected off his glasses.

“Alright,” Remus says, mostly to himself. “Let's get you inside.”

He immediately swung open the door, ushering her to lay down on the couch.

A thin ray of moonlight silvered between them as he bent down, kneeling at the couch. He rubbed a hand over her arm, observing. Her makeup was smudged, hair a mess, clothes rumpled, but even then as he held her, fingers grazing the smooth skin of her arm, he was floored by how pretty she was.

“Alright, pretty girl,” he murmurs, “We got to get you cleaned up okay?”

“No,” is all that she manages to get out.

Remus sighs, walking into the bathroom and flicks on the lights, searches through the mirror door for makeup wipes before returning to her side.

He gently wipes it away, dragging the wipe softly against her kin while he watches the fatigue settle deep into her bones.

Remus ran around the apartment, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows as she but she admittedly refuses to sleep in her bed.

Luckily, she does accept the multiple glasses of water and ultimately, she agrees to brush her teeth.

“Time for you to go to sleep, okay?”

But as he turned to leave, exhaustion written in every scar of his face, he felt a tug on the hem of his shirt.

“Please stay with me.”

Her voice was soft, wavering and he was conflicted.

“Please?”

He couldn’t say no.

He shuffled beside her, and she laid her head on his chest, legs wrapped around him.

“Goodnight, my Moony.” And she pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his nose, falling asleep within seconds.

Remus felt a terrible jolt of his heart. The steady rise and cal of her chest were calming, and he closed his eyes, basking in their warmth while a whisper of a smile was engraved in his face.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, bidding goodnight as he slipped into a comforting sleep.

Was this what heaven felt like?

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The next morning, when Remus woke up, the first thing he noticed was the body pressed against him. Soft morning rays cascading over them gently and he knew almost instantly that she was awake.

And she knows the moment he wakes too.

“Remus?”

He wonders if she remembered last night.

“Yes?” He breathes out shakily.

Is this where their friendship ends?

“I’m sober now.” she shifts her head to peer up at him through batted eyelashes.

She definitely remembers.

She looks more angelic than usual. A ball of warmth and pure glow.

“Ask me again,” she shifted her body to look at him. “Ask me that question from last night.”

A deep inhale. A moment passes.

“Tell me how you really feel.”

“I love you.”

Then another moment passes as he takes a moment to process her words for the second time. Then, he laughs; radiant with relief. Whispers of electricity through his skin.

His hand curled to the shape of her face, thumb brushing her cheek, all the distress and rejection leaving his body instantly.

She’s waiting for a verbal answer.

And he gives it.

“I’m yours. Always have been.”

She beamed and Remus felt his heart expand and thump wildly. She purchased a hand on his chest, bunching the fabric in her hand.

Voices breathy and their faces are barely centimetres away.

And finally, their lips meet.

Her lips were soft and warm, impossibly pillowy against his own. The soft tickling of their breaths was soothing and her lips were slightly parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside. She fit perfectly against him, and he could feel the rapid thuds of their combined heartbeats.

A tingling feeling spread across his body, heart igniting in glowing sparks. Her touch was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume was dizzying, she was so warm and it consumed him.

They only pulled back for a gasp of air, and his eyes fluttered open.

She was already looking at him, eyes alight.

And it washed over him, now realizing that he saw his entire future there, wrapped in his arms with a smile so sweet, so radiant.

Whatever it was, fate or destiny or just by sheer luck, Remus was thankful that his path led to her.

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[sageworld]

When we have cyber sex; JJ Maybank (& John B?)

A/N; if i make a part two john b will be more involved but i needed to add him now in case I do

Warnings; Smut, mentions of explicit photos, toxic masculinity, chubby reader, overall how most high school boys are to chubby girls

Part 2; Here

Most people on OBX had what society would call the perfect body. Flat stomachs for the girls & toned ones for the guys. It was never easy being chubby while living on the banks but you had to manage.

You were laying in your bed on a Wednesday after school, scrolling through tiktok when you get a snapchat notification.

Welcome2thegunshow has added you by quick add !

‘JJ’ Read the screen name, the bitmoji matching the Maybank boy in your head. ‘What could he possible want?’ You though before hitting the add button.

It didn’t take but 15 seconds for the next notification. ‘JJ is typing…’

JJ; Hey

Me; Hi?

JJ; wyd

JJ; whats with the ?

Me; not much just wondering what you want

JJ; oh are u alone rn?

Me; yeah why?

JJ;Just wonderin (;

& It sent from there, you & JJ had been texting for 5 hours straight. Sure there were some gaps where either one of you would stop talking but for the most part, it was more you had ever spoken to him in your whole life.

JJ; what’re you wearing rn?

Me; My pajamas? it’s almost 11:30 on a Wednesday 😭😂

JJ; Okay smartass 😂 can i see them?

You hesitate, looking down at your outfit of a hoodie & sweat pants.

Me; Yeah one second I have to let my dog out 🙄

JJ; hurry back baby

You shot off your bed & into a pair of shorts topped with a crop top

You sat up on your bed taking a picture, it mostly pointing at your cleavage. Getting frustrated as the pictures aren’t coming out how you want them you can’t help but groan as you get a new notification.

JJ; You done yet?

Me; oh yeah sorry 😭 i went on roblox for a second LOLOL

JJ; well hurry up, i wanna see those pjs😌

You pull your shirt up, put the phone of hands free & hit send after applying a filter.

*JJ took a screenshot !* read after the ping.

Me;not the screenshots 😭

JJ; 😍

JJ; I’m not gonna show anyone i promise, it’s just for me

JJ; can i see what’s under those pjs baby, please

Me; idk it’s kinda late

JJ; just real quick

JJ; it’ll be our secret, okay?

Me; i guess

JJ; good girl now let me see

You sit on your knees, reaching behind you to take a ass pic, your lilac purple panties making an appearance. Your surprised by how nicely the photo turns out & don’t hesitate to save it & hit send.

*JJ took a screenshot !*

JJ; fuck i’m so hard rn

JJ; gawd damn i knew you were thick but fuck

Me; haha thx

JJ; tits?

Even though you’re not in the mood, you sit up, pulling down the strings of your top. There’s a feeling of pride in knowing JJ Maybank is attracted to you, even if it’s now how you want it to be.

*New video from JJ !*

You click on the video to see JJ pulling himself out of his gray boxers, wiggling around his hard length.

The two of you go back & fourth like this for a little longer until JJ sends you the final video of him nutting & you send him one last video of you playing with yourself, faking it.

JJ; fuck ur so hot

JJ; i’ll see u at school tmrw but this is just between us alright ?

Me; yeah ofc

Me; gn

*Seen 8 minutes ago*

While clean yourself off, JJ is attempting to too but from John Bs spare bed.

“Dude what the fuck?” John B says, walking in oh JJ still exposed, out of breath & sweaty. “Shit sorry man, but you know how it is sometimes.” He pulls his shorts back up quickly.

“Dude why the fuck are you so sweaty? Was whatever you were beating it to that good?” John B laughs, snatching up JJs phone making him jump off the bed.

“Give it back dude!” Exclaims JJ as John B runs with it, opening it easily as there’s no password. He stops when the first thing he sees is s picture of Y/n, smiling into the camera, tits out. He swipes again & sees a pussy of which he can only presume if yours.

“Dude, you’re macing Y/n?” John B let’s out a laugh. “I’m not macing her alright, she’s just got some nice body parts.” JJ snatches the phone back before swiping again, revealing a video of your ass, jiggling as you put your hands under it to shake it a bit.

“Alright I’ll admit, she’s pretty nice.” John B daps up JJ. “Are you gonna fuck her?” “Shit who knows, just hopefully she doesn’t run her mouth.” JJ & John B both now leaning over the railing of the porch. “She doesn’t, trust me.” John B smiles at him. “How do you know?” Confusion clear in JJs voice.

“I fucked her last year after a kegger.”

[ptergwen]

through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.