#the-marathon-continues-nip

[kiwiana-writes]

13/3/12 for the au trope prompt game please 🙏🏾 🐰

soulmates!au + meet cute + “is that the best you can do?”

If Alex is honest, the whole concept of a soulmate terrifies him.

Not the universe-mandated love of his life part. No, what scares the shit out of Alex is the idea of what happens after you meet your soulmate.

Everyone knows. When you touch your soulmate, you can hear their thoughts. And as the person who has had to hear his thoughts his whole life, Alex feels pretty qualified to say: his soulmate, whoever they turn out to be, is getting a raw fucking deal.

He's running late one morning, checking the time on his phone and trying to mentally calculate whether he has enough time to get a coffee before his lecture, when he crashes into someone tall and broad-shouldered; Alex's automatic apology dies on his lips when he hears "fucking eyelashes" inside his head, in a voice entirely not his own. He looks up, and wow. Alex lucked the fuck out, soulmate-wise.

"Come on, sweetheart." He wraps a hand deliberately around the man's arm, grinning. "Is that the best you can do?"

The man -- his soulmate -- stares as the usual stream-of-consciousness jumble flies through Alex's head; when he smiles, it's wide and wondrous.

"Christ," he whispers, "you're brilliant."

[au + trope + prompt game]

[cricketnationrise]

time: 1.31am (the time my dog woke me up today by jumping in my bed😅), location: Kensington palace , character: David and Alex please 🙏🏾 🐶, song lyric for vibes, discard if you don't like: "feels so good to be alive" 🌅 (from Beyonce's Be Alive Oscar performance 🎾💚🌻)

my ao3 is this same name but with underscores (the_marathon_continues )

no pressure if you can't get to this I'm sure you're inundated with requests!

*mushu voice* I LIVE hello i am in a two week lull of normal work hours so i have both time and brain space after a freaking month to write more and your prompt was the next at bat! i hadn't seen the oscars performance so that was cool to look up and see. i hope you love this little moment with my favorite boy. and alex.

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1:31am, kensington

Henry’s stuck at some royal event, one that Alex wasn’t invited to attend, and Alex is fucking bored. He can’t sit still enough to watch something, there’s no chores to do since he’s stuck in Kensington waiting for Henry to come back, and he doesn’t have any schoolwork for once. And yes, it’s after one in the morning, but he certainly isn’t sleeping. It’s only when David pads into the monstrosity that is Henry’s gilded bedroom, that Alex’s brain lights up with glee.

A quick rummage through Henry’s closet (oh, the irony) and a text conference with Bea, Nora, and June, and Alex has a plan. David’s a good sport through all of the outfits Alex puts him in, placidly allowing the infringement upon his dignity and obligingly staying still for the camera. 

He starts with a black bow tie collar Henry had lying around and fashions two shirt cuffs out of an old white shirt of Henry’s to go around David’s front legs. A strategically placed pistol emoji on the most debonair picture of David and the tribute to Arthur as James Bond is sent off to the group chat. That one’s just for the family's eyes.

Alex finds giant sparkly sunglasses shaped like flowers (left behind by Pez, surely) and slaps a super bright filter on top. He posts it to Instagram with the caption Elton Paws. He spends way too long making a black vest, white shirt, and black belt for David, wanting to get as close to the iconic look as possible. David’s unimpressed face looks out from the photo with the caption I’ve got a bad feeling about this. A cardigan from one of Bea’s old dolls and David’s own booties for cold days sitting next to him complete the Mr. Rogers costume. Please won’t you be my neighbor? With a fit of giggles, he removes the booties from the shot, adds the tiny crown Henry pretends he didn’t buy for his dog and takes another photo. He adds a photo of Henry in a similar cardigan as the second photo. The third photo on the post is just the meme from The Office where Pam says ‘they’re the same picture.’” Alex spends another ten minutes color washing a normal picture of David with bright purple, solely so he can make a Courage the Cowardly Dog joke.

He doesn’t bother checking any of the comments, fuck if people think he’s being ridiculous. Alex built this life; he’s found his person (and his dog). He managed to create something beautiful for himself all on his own, despite being thrust into the public eye. He and Henry came out the other side of the leak with their relationship and futures intact and shining brighter than ever. They’ve spent long enough putting on their best faces in public—it’s about time people remembered that he’s twenty-fucking-three. If he can’t dress his dog up in ridiculous costumes and post them on the internet like everyone else on the fucking planet, then what is the world coming to?

And alex is so fucking proud of his life, both separate and intertwined with Henry’s. They can weather any storm and forget anyone who says their relationship isn’t what love looks like. Someday, they won’t have to split their lives over two continents. Someday, it’ll be a given, an if/then statement: If Henry, then Alex. They’ve been fighting for something resembling normalcy since way before the emails leaked. They’ve dealt with depression and being outed, with a long-awaited ADHD diagnosis and the pressures of their families and countries. They’ve hustled and worked and bent over backwards for the public for years. If the general population has a problem with them occasionally being ridiculous about their pet? Fuck ‘em.

It feels amazing to be goofy, to act like the young adult he is, to not run every single tidbit by a publicist or handler, to do something dumb with his dog because he misses his boyfriend. So Alex will keep on dressing David up in whatever strikes his fancy and posting the results. If nothing else, Henry will love the results.

an instagram post: 

[pic of david in a ridiculous costume, alex beaming with tongue out and peace signs while he holds david up for a selfie]  when dad is away, we will play.

[beautifulhigh]

love the new header ! is it first prince?

My header is Tarlos from 911 Lone Star and has been for a while - so not sure why you think it's new. (Maybe you're thinking I'm someone else?)

It's from a scene in episode 3x08 where TK and his father are flying to New York for TK's mother's funeral. One of the plane's engines catches fire and ends up breaking a window and there's this whole thing.

Meanwhile, TK's partner Carlos wasn't on the flight (not enough seats, he's getting the next flight out) and he's basically had to be on the ground listening to reports of this accident and waiting to see if the plane would land safely.

At the end he gets out onto the runway and he and TK have this full on reunion through what has been deemed the "body slam hug" because Carlos runs full pelt at TK and actually pushes him back a little.

If you're interested (which you should be) then here's the relevant clip at the relevant timestamp.

[morgana-pendragon]

sorry I'm late to all the nonsense that was in the tags yesterday however if the only reason why you wanted to vote for supercorp is solely because they're f/f there is literally nothing wrong with that, it's literally your right as a fan!! shipping is not morality , no one is paying your internet bill, anyone can ship and vote for who they want on blue ivys internet 😭 Katie McGrath is so freaking fine who wouldn't vote for her 😭 (I need to log off this app for the morning lol)

omg you understand!! shipping has never been "my ship was canon and yours isn't, therefore it's moral to like mine and immoral to like yours" the way people were acting in those tags!! like contrary to what they seem to think, it is just enough to see two adults that aren't related to each other and think they should fuck!! that's all that's required!! there is absolutely no other factor involved in whether a ship is "good" or "right", LEAST of all the fucking network they aired on?? as if supergirl being a cw show was anything we could've influenced or changed?? i'll never understand that logic, never!! out here on beyoncé's internet making up rules that make 0 sense smfh (and that part!! so many of the notes were just "is that morgana" or "katie was my gay/bi awakening i have to vote for her", they realllllllly underestimated her impact LMAO)

[acerobbiereyes]

a kid bit you???😭 are u okay? those lil chompers are sharp!!!

I’m fine!! But those little chompers are no joke 😭😭

[nipseyhusslex20]

🎶 | “Rap Niggas”

💿 | Victory Lap - Nipsey Hussle

[supr3m3x20]

🕊️ | 𝐍𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞 | 🏁🏴

[ethanryanpunal]

PROLIFIC

[kiwiana-writes]

Alexander Claremont-Diaz would like the record to show that he is not, in fact, a brat.

(if you're still taking prompts!!)

Alexander Claremont-Diaz would like the record to show that he is not, in fact, a brat.

“This is slander upon my person.” His drink sloshes wildly over the edges of his cup as he gesticulates, not to anyone in particular but to the world at large. “Give me the fucking BDSM test link; I will prove it to you assholes right now, and I expect a full apology when I’m done.”

The test comes back 96% brat. Alex sulks for the rest of the night.

[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write you the next five.]

[beautifulhigh]

❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?

Almost certainly for the one scene that kicks off the whole drama of the fic. Because in order for everything to go the way The Plot requires, Alex ends up doing something that is more than a little bit daft but also very Alex-like.

And then, because of Reasons, he spirals as a result.

Moral of Alex's story here: don't always jump because sometimes you will be standing on a fucking cliff.

But I will defend what happens in the inciting incident because it a) is not impossible, b) about 68% out of Alex's control, and c) it wasn't as if he went looking for drama. But would he really be Alex Claremont-Diaz if drama didn't find him?

Ask me about my current WiP. I’m trying to get some writing done and maybe it’ll keep me motivated…

[morgana-pendragon]

😭 I think someone who isn't familiar with 'superhero' stuff just defaulted to "wearing a cape" =marvel, I'm so so sorry your show got slandered 😭

(maybe captain marvel /carol Danvers idk??)

see i’d love to agree with you and give them the benefit of the doubt as you so graciously have, but the picture that was used (below) on the poll they tagged that on had no cape in it. none. if they had said that in the other 3 polls before the pics switched i could maybe perhaps get it. but even so ?? the name of the show was right there. SUPERgirl. i know it’s unfair to expect others to know as much as i do about things and especially their differences but the least they could’ve done before being that publicly loud and wrong was look up “kara danvers” and gone oh actually my bad. that’s not marvel. that’s my b

(maybe ? maybe perhaps carol if they were using? a screen reader? in which case, yeah i’d understand mishearing kara as carol but ? again just ?? look it up 😭 there’s no super anything in live action marvel to the best of my knowledge 😭)

[nipseyhusslex20]

@themarathonclothing | Happy Birthday King 👑

[mangooes]

Your Cat is Heavy Ma'am!

(Name) was exhausted. Her heels had been kicked off halfway through the hallway, her jacket slung somewhere across the kitchen island, and her only plan for the evening was to faceplant into bed. But the moment she stepped into their shared bedroom—

“OH MY GOD!”

A wild caracal was lounging on the middle of their bed. Elegant, huge, with tufted ears and slitted golden eyes locked directly on her like she owed it a snack. Or her soul.

And before she could bolt or scream again—it lunged.

"AUGH—!"

She hit the carpet with a dramatic thump, limbs flailing in pure chaos, only to find the caracal landing squarely on her, tail swishing and purring like a damn engine. It rubbed its head along her cheek, licked her chin, and stretched languidly on top of her, completely knocking the breath out of her.

From the corner, Mephisto cawed in what could only be described as robotic bird laughter.

“Mephisto! Not helping!” She shrieked, swatting at the air as the smug avian continued flapping with mockery. “You’re supposed to protect me, not broadcast this like a soap opera!”

The caracal, unbothered, licked her nose.

She groaned dramatically, hands flopping to her sides. “Okay. Fine. I guess I have a cat now. A huge, kissing, clingy cat. Sylus is gonna freak when he finds fur in the sheets...”

At the sound of Sylus's name, the caracal tensed. Fur rose. Ears flattened.

She blinked. “...Huh. That’s weird. What, don’t like him?”

But the tension passed quickly, and she just shrugged. “Whatever, big guy. You’re sweet. And super heavy. Like—what do they feed you, bricks?”

Still, she scooped him up with effort, staggering toward the hallway like a warrior bearing the weight of an 18-pound demon kitten. “We’re gonna cuddle. And then I’m gonna show you off to Sysy—he’ll get all jealous, it’ll be funny.”

She’d barely made it past the front hallway when the front door slammed open.

Luke and Kieran burst in, panting like they’d just outrun a dragon stampede, Kieran holding a glowing vial like it was the Holy Grail.

“MISSUS!!” they both shouted in unison.

She stared at them, caracal still slung in her arms. “...Why are you both sweating like marathon runners? And what—”

She pointed to the vial. “What is that? Where’s Sylus?! Did he—”

The cat sniffed the vial, and then—

LICK.

And then… P O O F.

She suddenly found herself pinned under something a lot heavier than a caracal.

A man. A bare-chested, the smell of his signature colgone, very familiar, very muscled man.

“…SYLUS?!” she shrieked.

Sylus, now very much human again, groaned in bliss, nuzzling into her neck like a sleepy cat, voice rich and husky. “Mmm… I like this better. Your skin’s much softer than the sheets.”

She was frozen for all of two seconds. Then she exploded.

“WHA—YOU—YOU WERE THE CAT?! YOU WERE LICKING MY FACE—GET OFF ME, YOU NAKED MENACE!”

Sylus smirked, not moving an inch. “I told you I missed you.”

“YOU TERRORIZED ME! YOU JUMPED ON ME! YOU PURRED LIKE A DAMN ENGINE!”

“You called me sweet,” he murmured smugly, kissing the edge of her jaw. “You said you wanted to cuddle—who am I to deny you that?”

She turned cherry red, smacking his shoulder. “Get off me, put some clothes on!”

Luke and Kieran, watching the chaos unfold from the doorway, turned away with synchronized salutes, dying of laughter.

“Respectfully lookin’ away, boss!”

“Don’t forget to tell us if you wanna go full tiger next time, we’ll prep the litter box!”

(Name) howled, trying to squirm out from under him. “SYLUS! THEY SAW EVERYTHING!”

He grinned devilishly, arms tightening around her waist. “Good. Let them see who I belong to... Master.”

“You’re unbelievable, wait what MASTER—”

“And adorable,” he purred, nipping her earlobe. “And all yours.”

She groaned dramatically, ruffling his hair messy. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, finally scooping her up bridal style, completely ignoring her flailing. “Lucky you didn’t adopt another cat. That would've gotten messy.”

“You were jealous of yourself,” She pointed out flatly, arms crossing as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was jealous of a version of me that got more cuddles than this one, yes.”

She sighed again. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her hair. “After all, a cat can't stray away from it's master for too long no?”

This was inspired by the cat event last year, PLEASE BRING IT BACK I LOVE CAT SYLUS AKSJDNASKJDNAKA I NEED THE CLOTHES RAGHHHHHHH also could you tell that i rlly love cats, anyways sylus is a caracal cat its canon guys i love him

[seishroo]

rin and marathon sex cause he's a freak like that

“make her tap out” — r. itoshi

cw. smut mdni, overstimulation, reader being pathetic as hell, rin just being yummy yum yum

rin was always a beast when it came to soccer. dominating the field, he’s intense — commanding authority without even trying.

and when it comes to sex? he’s practically a machine running off of talent, ego, and pure domination. you’d think he’d be worn out from all of his matches, but his stamina never wavers when it comes to you. not even for a split second.

he’d have you in a brutal mating press, pounding into you with relentless vigor as you struggled to even catch an intake of breath, your hands scrambling for something to ground yourself with — which happened to be those godly biceps of his.

“rinnie!”, you’d whine, tears rolling down your delicate features as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. what was it now? third, fourth, seventh? who knows at this point. you were too dazed, and it seemed like he was having zero issue taking you to peak after peak after peak.

“yeah, pretty baby?”, he’d question just to humor you, acting as if he was paying attention to anything you had to say. he didn’t need to know what you were thinking, your pussy spoke for you — fluttering around his cock frantically. he’d continue to thrust into you, hard and deep. he was clearly getting a kick out of sending you far past mere overstimulation.

he’d push down on your tummy, feeling how deep he was inside of you. “tsk, you feel that, baby?”, he’d ask between thrusts, watching exactly what it does to you. “feel me in there?”, he’d chuckle, grasping the back of your knees tighter and pushing your legs back further, folding you like a fucking beach chair. “shit, ‘s like this pussy was made just for me”, he’d mutter, hitting your sweet spot over and over with the new angle.

you could barely come up with a response, just incoherent babbles and chants of his name, your body now being a bunch of mush as he had his way with you, moans filling the room like a sweet melody.

he groaned at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, just greedy and filthy. it tightened around him like a vice, signaling your impending release yet again.

“ohmygodohmygodrinrinrin”, you’d cry out, choking on your own words as you felt yourself becoming pathetically needy for him, to soak his length in your juices again. “shhhhhiiiiittttt, ‘m gon—“, you panted before your brain short-circuited once his thumb met your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to get you there even faster.

“i know, baby”, he coos, holding your legs in place with one hand while the other abused your swollen clit. “doing so well f’me, jus’ let go, yeah?”, he’d mutter in that sexy low tone, just his voice alone could have you a mess.

in which it did, you quivered erratically as your orgasm rushed through you, back arching before your body went limp and practically melted into the bed. rin continued to fuck you through it, making sure to draw every last bit out before he spilled inside of you with a choked groan, his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

he slowly pulled out of you before pushing back in, ensuring that none of him spilled out of your hole. “you look s’pretty when you’re all messy for me”, he whispers — more so to himself given you couldn’t process jack shit at the moment, still pathetically whimpering.

he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your tummy and pushing your legs in, putting your ass in the air before burying his face in your cunt, slurping up the mixture of both of your releases and eating you out from behind. he’d chuckle at your little whines, telling him 'you can’t take anymore' and this and that. nipping at your inner thigh, he’d coo once more, “aw, you can take one more f’me, can’t you?”, before diving back into your folds.

it was in fact not one more. don’t ever believe rin when he says that shit.

an: i loved writing this tysm for the req - now i can't stop thinking abt rin LMFAOOOO

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