#this is very self indulgent el oh el

[tiyoin]

fuck it predestined mate jade + jade rot

i fully think jade would date an alternative girl

not tiktok alt, but actually alternative

is this self indulgent? ABSOLUTELY- BUT PUNK PHASE JADE STILL RESIDES SO IMAGINE AN UNLIKELY LOVERS SCENARIO

he meets me you

cw : yandere coded, creepy jade, violence (to azul’s phone), jade almost getting hit by a car? 🙈,

warning this is VERY self indulgent. but i make it as reader friendly as possible. (not general descriptions of body, skin color, or a random fucking name)

tdlr: watch jade spiral el oh el

randomly one day while in town. no big pivoting place like a café or bookstore. not a too unique place like a record shop either.

nope. it’s on the corner of the street.

it was hot out, jade noted uncomfortably while floyd groaned to azul about grabbing another ice cream cone to (and verbatim) ‘beat the heat’

but azul told him to get over himself and to suck it up.

the heat of the spring day seemed to be only affecting the mermen, as you seemed to be fine. the heat the furtherest thing from your mind as you scowl at your phone.

you were wearing headphones, yet your hair was styled in a way to put some of your front pieces in front of your face.

you wore a tight brown top that hugged your upper body. it’s color played a critical role in your darker clothing ensemble.

there was a chunky, studded belt that lined your waist. it so easily contrasted with your body shape as the baggy pants you wore also swam on you. he could miss that you were drowning in the washed denim you wore.

there was a dark jacket that snaked around your elbows, exposing your skin to the spring sun. and jade is one to testify, that no matter what season twisted wonderland seemed to be in, the sun was always scorching.

he almost scowled thinking about sunset savanah and the scalding sands. mentally noting to never travel to either places in the fear of drying out.

painting a blue and dark oasis, his mind started playing tricks on him. almost had him take up the habit that belonged to his brother; deciding what sea creature you were

not floyd enough…

🐬seconding what sea creature you were‼️

normally yes, he wouldn’t partake in this unusual habit and leave that part of character reading to floyd.

yet jade made a special exception for you. i mean, could anyone blame him??

your clothes [besides your top] were swimming on you. he thought about you being an octopus with how puffy your pants made you look. but a single thought of you and azul made him throw the thought out quicker than he could swim.

he thought about a pufferfish, a jellyfish, sevens, even a shrimp. yet none of them seemed to stick.

…he paused…

what if-

he shook his head hurriedly. his eyes darted from your huffing, distracted figure and to the bickering of azul and floyd.

still about ice cream. jade could almost chuckle as the two became more mob-esque. floyd’s towering stature bending awkwardly as he sneered at azul. props to azul for not even twitching, as the silver haired male grew increasingly aggressive at his twin. finger pointed so straight he swear the two human bones would snap in on themselves.

his inner voice giggled at the imaginative scene.

albeit the public disturbance, jade was relieved that no one had caught him slipping. there were only a handful of times where jades more… eel like mannerisms would seep in.

where he’d get the rhythmic itch to… observe. he quite enjoyed it too, so he never quite minded that pesky itch. at most he used it for… say…

motivation :)

his head slowly turned back to the street. his eyes, ever slower, were back on you.

yet he quickly snapped them to the car racing intersection when he noticed a change.

you were listening.

your bulky headphones were ever so slight pushed backwards, taking a few strands of your hair with it.

sure, you two werent standing side by side, as he was closer to the street than you were. but there were… unforeseen and secret advantages mermen had that they kept secret from pesky humans.

i mean, did they really think they would hand over every little thing about them to some lesser race? as bad as it sounds, it’s just the truth. scientifically speaking, it’s facts!

jade would wonder how his classmates would realize that when his vision was enhanced, it was enhanced.

yes as an eel is eyes are less than… savvy, but as a merman compared to a human? you’re joking right.

so even from his cowards facing position he was able to watch you comfortably. the slight twitches in your frown, your softening eyebrows, your less aggressive swipes at your phone-

ah, you were looking for music. 

you were scrolling mindlessly through different artists. album covers blurred in with each other as you skipped skipped skipped.

he fought back a smirk- you must be a very picky person.

there was a noise behind him. you whipped your head back as jade watched you watch the scene unfold. floyd, was looking away sheepishly, well, as sheepishly as his wolfish smile would let him appear. azul was gasping, huffing as steam seemed to be blowing from his ears. he looked like the kettle heartslabyul’s dorm leader would use for his little tea parties.

jade hadn’t realized he tuned into this weeks episode of looney tunes, yet he met floyd’s unwavering eyes as azul chewed him out for- breaking his phone.

there was a silent pause between the two. floyd’s smile faltered as jade smiled.

jade knew he picked correctly as floyd’s eyes seemed to snap to yours. making quick and intense eye contact with you, jade saw you flinch from the scrutinizing stare of motlen gold and empty matter.

flinching back, jade heard you curse harshly under your breathe, head shooting down to your phone again, thumb scrolling mindlessly on the dark device. it occasionally lit up, receptive of your touches. only a few turn on’s did you decide to turn on your phone again to continue music browsing.

you finger stopped on a band.

he couldn’t be more elated if he tried. you had picked his favorite band! matchbox!

he couldn’t hide the slight twitches in his right leg as he saw you browsing the songs. from your profile it seemed like you liked a number of their songs- 6 total.

clicking your liked songs from them, he saw your pointer finger trail down the list of names. he could almost hear the internal squabble in your mind.

jade took this as an intermission. looking back to the street in front of him, the light was still green and the orange hand was still glowing strong. there was another group of walkers on the other side of the street.

a family of 5, two older couples, and a lone teenage boy. well, that’s what he deciphered him as as he looked at the hoodie clad male.

black hoodie over his tall stature, he didn’t have the pride of a man, but jade could tell he had the arrogance of an adolescent.

he took a deep breathe, closing his eyes slightly as he felt the quips of wind rush past him as the roaring of cars went and came. if he pretended enough, he could pretend the flashes of wind were from the deep sea currents, that the zooming of cars was from the low vibrancy tumble of the currents.

why does he feel so home sick all of the sudden?

steeping back a bit after a particularly fast gist of wind, jade was now standing side by side with you.

almost naturally he looked at you again. there was an urge to remember what you were wearing. brown topless top and black baggy jeans.

his eyes widened slightly. oh

his mind started to jumble. he was full on staring at you, you no doubly noticing his gaze kept yours glued to your phone.

his thoughts were too fast for him to grasp. to fast for him to make sense of. there was no rhyme or reason to the chaotic mess of thought. there were a few times his english thoughts would switch with his mother tongue.

just as his mind was a mess, jade had no doubt that his facial expression exposed everything going on with him.

there was a thundering voice, one that sounded so familiar… yet unlike the usual calm collectiveness of it, the familiar soft lull… had gained a friend

talk

“sun killer” his mouth blurted out so fast he couldn’t help the hand that reflexively snapped towards his mouth. slanted eyes widened as he tensed.

your body slowly moved to face him, but only slightly as you were still on-guard, still cautious about this strangers- his fist clenched at his side- no stop this foolish thought.

he tried reasoning with the overwhelm.

though once his eyes met yours…

that was when you both acknowledged each other for the first time

that was when his mind went silent. like a conductor holding the orchestra. the audience gripping their seats, teetering in anticipation as they waited impatiently for the next musical feast.

your mouth gaped open, once, twice, as you struggled to find a way to address the stranger.

you head shot to look across the street, so did jades.

yet when jade looked back, he only saw your back scurry away from him as the intersection became clear, and the white man started walking.

he stood there, limbless as you moved your headphone roughly back on your ear. you picked at the wrist holding your phone for a second. undressing your wrist and your phone of the brown hair tie, you brought it to your other wrist, switching your phone too.

he lost you when the other group started walking, covering your retreating form almost perfectly.

his right leg’s muscle surged with longing, step foward, it seemed to tell him. use me it whispered, use me to catch up.

a hand slammed onto his shoulder. the hairs on his body standing on edge as his widened eyes snapped to- floyd.

his body didn’t ease, if anything it got stiffer at his twins touch. floyd’s mouth started to open slowly but jade’s head was already burning back towards the street.

eyes scanning every direction before he found you once again. you had already safely made it to the other side. body erect like a hare on alert, staring at the eyes of its predator- the wolf

like a hare, you didn’t bother staying to find out just what his intentions were as you already turned to make your leave.

the group of people sauntered in front of him.

he was once again in the kelp forest of home. in the tall, slimy mid section of the ocean. it’s murky waters were an excellent source of coverage and ambush hunter like him needed. the haunting environment eased his soul, he claimed whenever floyd questioned him about his frequent haunt.

floyd never stepped foot in those med section waters. because as much as floyd is his brother, and hade is his… they were both still male eels.

his body consciously bucked from floyd’s grip.

the thickness of the kelp jungle’s tendrails surrounded him, brushed against him, whispered to him inaudible words. secrets no doubt. there would always be a secret or two wrapped in the leaves gentle yet suffocating embraces.

his inner conscious giggled at that thought.

conscious? was that what this was?

no

the kelp purred. leaving swaying in the oceans rocking waves.

the kelp started to thin out- you

his eyes widened as he was thrusted out of the kelp jungle and stepped foward-

“jade”

a voice screamed at him, at his ear as a sudden ringing noise filled his head. a sudden static-y feeling throughout his body drowned the voice out.

go

it pushed him. again is body staggered foward, leg doing little to catch him.

his eyes weren’t on the street, they were on your disappearing figure as you walk away on the parallel side walk.

a car rushed past his face.

“ja

then a honk

then a crushing weight on his shoulder.

with a labored gasp his body trembled. his legs couldn’t stand on their own as his upper body sagged between two hard walls.

“jade! what are you doing? you almost got hit” the wall- azul yelled, spit flying from his lips as his free hand waved around just to show how upset he was.

the wall on his other side- his brother floyd, remained silent. jade didn’t bear look at his brother.

azul’s scodling seemed to slowly die out as the dorm head realized his vice dorm head wasn’t even listening to him. wasn’t even acknowledging him in the slightest.

an irritated sigh leaves his lips. azul thought it better to use a different approach at getting information from his shocked friend.

yet the moment he opened his mouth, floyd decided it was his round for questioning. yet azul didn’t seem to have the security clearance to understand the insides of their code.

“…kinda reminded me of a grouper, don’t you think?”

jade looked to his brother. his heart was hammering against his ribcage painfully. knots were being tightened in his gut painfully. his thoughts were racing painfully. everything about you was painful so far.

and yet, there was a dopey twitch to his lips, an w relax of his brow as he answered his brother.

“it appears they do…”

my honest reaction after writing jade get so overwhelmed by being in the same proximity of reader for the first time that he almost gets hit by a car 🤭 :

by the way… the bond already snapped in place 😻

it snapped in when you got to night raven actually!!

jade just doesn’t understand this! (none of them will actually cause they’re all emotional disturbed in their own ways. each n every one of them)

who knew meeting your predestined mate was this painful? i did. who knew that years of your body rejecting a bond, only to suddenly have a reciprocating bond out of no where…. your body would need time to adjust? i did

welcome! to twst boys being fucking whipped- so whipped in fact that they end up a little… yandere

*i gasp!* *i giggle* *imagine me making that face ^^^^

[pimosworld]

Care to join?

Pairing- Layla el Faouly x f!reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

This is my submission for @flightlessangelwings pride month celebration. I’m new to writing but this month is very special to me so I put my nerves aside and came up with this self indulgent fic.

Summary-Steven asks you about your feelings for Layla after she shows interest in you. Will this change your relationship?

Dialogue prompt- “Can I kiss you?”

CW-Explicit 18+MDNI, mentions of DID,eventual poly relationship,FF dynamics, talks about sexuality, kissing,cursing,light angst,fluff,thigh riding, smut,threesome MFF,oral sex female receiving, fingering, unprotected piv,piv cream pie

WC-3.8k

A/N- Layla is married to Marc and has been previously in an established relationship with the system. Reader is in an established relationship with Steven.Reader is not described or race coded. I will often write that the system can carry/pick up the reader and I am a plus size person who can not be carried by my partner but I like to believe that since they are superheroes they have superhuman strength.

Not beta read

***

    Wednesday 

  You’re lying under Steven, your legs  wrapped around his waist while you both try to catch your breath. You’re rubbing slow lines up and down his back as his hot breath blows on your neck. 

  “Love...that was… incredible.” He raises on his elbows to peer down at you with his sweat tousled curls on his forehead. You can’t help but fall in love with him every time you look into those deep brown eyes. He’s grown soft inside you but he refuses to move. He drops his head down onto your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh.  

  “Just give me a minute please.” You know he can be needy but the annoyance in his tone is concerning.

  “You know I never rush you.” You say as you continue to trace lines up and down his back.

  “God no! no! I wasn’t talking to you love.” 

  “Oh...” It was still weird knowing Marc was present sometimes. You haven't been intimate with him obviously not wanting to cross a line with Layla. You were with Steven and she was with Marc. You’ve been on a few dates with Jake but his shyness prevented him from fronting too often. 

  “I…well we have been meaning to talk to you about something.” You can sense his more than normal nervous behavior. “It’s about Layla.” You have been dreading this moment for months, the conversation you knew would come when she grew tired of sharing. She married Marc and later became established with Steven and Jake but according to Steven he’s not been with her since you met on your first day at the museum.

  Surprisingly you took to his confession of having D.I.D very well. It took him several more weeks to reveal they are moon knight to which you also took in stride. It was the follow up conversation about the fact that he was technically married that you didn’t take lightly. It took you a week of reflection and a long conversation with Layla to convince you to give him another chance. No one has ever treated you like Steven and you didn’t want to give that up. 

  Steven often stayed at your place to give Layla her space, you knew she missed him but she always respected your relationship. When they were off doing khonshus bidding you would often have a girls night with Layla. Recently you weren’t sure how to grapple with the feelings you’ve been having towards her. You haven’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. There was no need to further complicate your already intricate relationship. 

  “Um…Steven, if I need to talk to Marc I would prefer we get cleaned up and put some clothes on.”

  “Sorry love I didn’t mean to worry you, he’s not here anymore.” You relax a little but can’t help but worry about the impending conversation. He climbs off you and you shudder at the sudden change in temperature, no longer having his body as a barrier to the cool air in your flat. 

  “Let me run us a bath and we can talk while we get cleaned up.” The prospect of a relaxing bubble bath with your boyfriend would normally have you on cloud nine, but you’d rather not have such an uncomfortable conversation in such an intimate setting. 

  “Steven, if you’re going to break up with me I’d rather you do it now,I can just take a shower when you leave.” Your legs are curled underneath you and all you can do is stare at the rumpled sheets desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. 

  “What!” Steven is standing in the doorway of the bathroom wide eyed and horrified at your assumption. 

  I told you not to bring it up after sex, she’s too vulnerable right now.

  “Will you buzz off Marc!” Steven strides towards you and is back on the bed in moments. He bunches you up with the sheets and pulls you into his lap sideways. “ I’m not breaking up with you

Love,  I just have something I need to talk to you about and I am a bit nervous.” You look up at him with tears brimming your eyelids and you can all but see his heartbreak. 

  He cradles your head and kisses you slowly as if it’s your first time. “This is not at all how I wanted this conversation to go.” He stands from the bed with you still in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He gently sets you down on the toilet as he begins to draw a bath. You can’t help but admire his arms and his broad back as he leans over to test the temperature of the water. He places your favorite lavender bath bomb and chamomile bubble bath in before unraveling you from the sheets and helping you into the bath. You’re enveloped in that warm fuzzy feeling as he finds his place behind you pulling your back into his chest. 

  “I’m just gonna start and I don’t want you to say anything until I let you know I’m done.” You nod your head and you’re thankful you’re not facing him as the tears begin to well again. 

  “Layla has…really enjoyed your company lately when we’re out.” He pauses and tightens his grip around your waist. “She said it helps her not worry about us so much.”

  “I enjoy her company to Steven.” You know he told you not to speak yet but you figured he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. 

  “She’s actually grown quite fond of you and thought that you might feel the same about her.”

  A long silence passes between you and all you can hear are the ragged breaths of Steven and the crackling of the bubbles. You don’t think Stevens even realized that he hasn’t said he’s done speaking and is waiting for you to respond. 

  “Of course if you don’t feel the same then we don’t need to mention it again, I’m sorry I even brought it up. It's just that Marc pressed on about it…and actually he’s quite fond of you too and well that’s besides the point…I don’t even know what I’m saying any…”

  You turn in the bath and stop his rambling with a kiss to his lips as you cradle his face in both hands.

You rise in the water so you can settle yourself in his lap. You lean in to kiss him again and he parts his lips to let your tongue slide in. This slow languid movements leave you both breathless as you pull away for air and can’t help but giggle at his face covered in bubbles.

  “I thought Layla had grown sick of this situation and wanted you to end things with me.” He begins to say something but you place a finger on his lips, prompting him to wait just as you had. 

  “I am still getting to know Marc and Jake but obviously I can’t help but be attracted to someone who looks like my boyfriend.” You know Steven would accept all parts of you but it still made you nervous to open up to him. 

  “Steven…I’ve been with women before you, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I’ve grown to like Layla a lot and I wasn’t sure how to come to terms with my feelings.” Steven releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

  “That’s wonderful love…Layla was quite nervous that you wouldn’t feel the same and she didn’t want to pressure you.” Steven is beaming up at you as if you’ve presented him a million dollar grant to research Egyptian mythology. “You know I love and accept you for who you are.” 

  You’re suddenly feeling exposed as the bubbles dissipate and your mind starts wandering. What does this mean? What does she want? He said something about Marc. Would Jake be involved? Would Steven be upset?

  He can see you spiraling before his eyes. “Talk to me love.” He starts rubbing soothing circles on your arms.

  “Where do we go from here?” You don’t even recognize your voice as you look anywhere but his eyes. He grabs your chin with his forefinger and thumb and pulls you into a chaste kiss.

  “Whatever you want to do we will do…no

pressure.We all want you and what’s best for you, as long as you’re safe and happy that’s all we care about.” You wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug, feeling this most content you have in years. 

  Nice job hermaño, I knew you could do it.

  ***

Friday 

  You’ve never been this nervous before to just have dinner with Layla. This was something you did every week while the boys were out but this time felt different. You’ve torn your room apart looking for the right thing to wear, finally opting for a simple blue babydoll dress with a flowy skirt. You wear your hair in its natural state and put on some light makeup to complete the look. 

  It’s just dinner, relax

  You’re standing in front of the door of their shared flat trying to calm your nerves as you smooth down the front on your skirt. You can already smell the wonderful aroma wafting under the door as you begin to knock. Layla opens the door and pulls you into a hug but you’re apprehensive to hug her back act normal.

  “Hey hon, come on in, I'm just finishing up the pizza.” You enter the flat and set the bottle of red wine you brought on the counter and take in the sight of delicious homemade pizza. 

  “I’m making Marc’s favorite for you, he insisted.” She looks up from placing the toppings to wink at you. Why did he insist? 

  “Oh…everything smells wonderful.” You’re standing nervously at the kitchen island fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “I brought some wine,would you like me to pour you a glass?” 

  “I’d love some, you know where the glasses are.” She points absentmindedly to the cabinet behind her while she finishes topping the pizza. You pour two glasses for the both of you and once she places the pizza in the oven all attention is on you. 

  “How has work been? Steven said you’ve had to put in some late night shifts.” You’re staring at her wine stained lips and the curls that frame her face. How does  she always look so effortlessly beautiful? She has an inquisitive look on her face and you realize you haven’t answered her. 

  “Umm…it’s been fine, I’m sure you know how much of a pain Donna can be.” You're focused on the wine in your glass instead of her piercing gaze. 

  “Hey…I can tell you’re nervous and I know Steven talked to you. Nothing has to change. I just wanted you to know how I felt.” It makes her heart swell noticing  you’ve put more effort into your appearance than you normally do for your weekly dinner.

  “I don’t know why I’m so nervous…I care about you a lot and I want to do this right.” She takes your hand in hers and you finally look up and meet her eyes. Neither of you say anything, whatever is happening between you can go unspoken for now. 

  You both finally relax into a comfortable calm as you eat Pizza and finish the bottle of wine. As the night progresses it feels more and more like how things are supposed to be. Conversation flows freely as you both relax on the couch gossiping about work or sharing your thoughts about the boys.

  “I know they look different but Marc and Steven  both get that furrowed brow when they’re focused.” She shifts on the couch to face you mimicking that stern look they get. You burst into a fit of laughter at the accuracy. 

  “Okay but have you seen Jake's serious face?” You squint your eyes and  muster up the best version of Jake that you can manage. She leans in close,her lips just a breath away. 

  “That face is much more adorable than Jake's.” Suddenly you're feeling hot,neither of you pulling away from your close proximity. The tension that’s been building for months is threatening to burst as you wait for her next move. 

  “Can I kiss you?” She’s practically touching your lips when she asks and you wish she would just do it but you know it’s in her nature to wait for you. 

  “Yes please.” In a moment her lips are on yours as her hands caress your neck and trail down your jaw. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, feverish in the way her lips slot against yours. She pulls away and you chase her lips with your eyes closed and lips parted trying to catch your breath. 

  She brushes her thumb along your bottom lip and looks at you as though you hold the world in your eyes. “Your lips are so soft.”

  “Do it again please.” The desperation in your voice is unfamiliar but she doesn’t hesitate to oblige your request as her lips crash into yours, you part your lips to allow her tongue to slide in as you moan into her mouth. She pulls you slightly into her lap as you straddle her thigh. Your lips move in tandem as she grabs your waist. You can feel your panties soaked as she grinds your clit over her jeans. 

  “Sweetheart…you gonna come like this, I’ve barely touched you?” You’re a panting mess as your climax approaches and she doesn’t relent as she trails kisses down your neck,leaving love bites along the way. She moves one hand from your waist and slowly starts trailing your inner thigh. Her fingers dance along the hem of your underwear almost reaching where you need it the most. 

  The floorboard creaks and you both halt your movements. You look up from the couch and see Mr. Knight standing near the window, the moon still illuminating him in his stark white suit. He’s masked and you can’t see the expression on his face but his chest is heaving and you can’t help but notice the growing bulge in the front of his pants. 

  You slide off Layla suddenly embarrassed at the state she had you in. She grabs your hand before you can stand and sends you a reassuring squeeze. 

  “Steven…care to join?” She says in this sweet honey tone. Yet he doesn’t falter, as if he’s frozen to the spot. 

  Steven move your goddamn feet or I’m taking over the body.

  Snapped from his trance Steven begins to walk towards the couch. He takes a seat beside you so that you're situated in between them. He’s yet to reveal his face but his demeanor is definitely your Steven as he begins rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. The combined touch of their hands is all too real and this is territory you’ve never covered before. 

  “Are you okay with this Love?” Steven is always the observer making sure that this is truly what you want. You slowly nod your head. 

  “I need you to use your words honey.” You turn your head to Layla and the pet name she’s used many times before holds more weight in this moment. 

  “Yes this is okay…as long as Steven is…” 

  “Yes I’m great love this is perfectly alright.”He cuts you off before you can finish. You can’t help but giggle at his sudden burst of enthusiasm. 

  “Steven…why don’t you give her a kiss to calm her nerves.” Steven grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your face to him. He withdraws his mask and you can see his pupils blown wide. He kisses you softly as though it’s just the two of you in the room. Two sets of hands are on you as Layla leans against your back leaving hot kisses along your neck. 

  A soft hand trails up your inner thigh as another cups your breast over your dress. You kiss and bite at Stevens neck as you palm his erection through his pants. He whimpers in your ear as he bucks his hips into your hand. A soft finger pulls your panties to the side and rubs along your slick folds. You drop your head to Stevens shoulder gripping his arms for purchase. She dips two fingers dip into your entrance and you whine into his neck as you begin to rock your hips. 

  “You’re doing so good for us sweetie.” Layla coos in your ear. She withdraws her fingers from you and you whine at the loss. She holds her fingers up to Stevens lips and taps on them lightly, he takes both fingers in his mouth never breaking eye contact as rolls his tongue around coming off with a loud pop.

  “Tastes so good love…why don’t you let her have a taste hmm.” Your brain is short circuiting at the sight. “Yes.” It’s all you can manage with your voice barely above a whisper. 

  “I think the bed would be better for that…don’t you think?” She says as she takes your hand to stand. Your body is no longer in your control, you can’t feel your legs beneath you but you know you’re moving towards the bedroom. Layla at your front and Steven close behind. 

  Steven retracts his suit and begins to undress when you enter the room. Leaving him only in his boxers, you can see the strain of his cock against the fabric where a wet spot has formed. 

  “I think you two are a bit overdressed.” He stands at your back pulling your straps down your shoulders letting your dress fall to the floor revealing your green matching lace set. He moves behind Layla pulling her shirt over her head as you work on the button of her jeans. He slides down her pants and kisses her shoulder when he stands. 

  This is so not fair

  Callate pendejo 

  Steven does his best to block out the sounds of his head mates but doesn’t shut them off completely. He wants them to see this. 

  “Lay down against the pillows Steven.” He lays down on the bed with his legs spread wide and his hands at his side. She directs you to lay against him facing her while she sits between your legs. You're shaking from the anticipation and he begins rubbing soothing lines up and down your arms giving you goosebumps. She grabs the hem of your underwear and gently lifts your hips to slide them down. 

  “Is she always this wet for you?” She smirks at him as she drops her head down between your legs, licking a stripe through your slit. You arch your back at the sensation and Steven moans as you press further into his hard cock. He pulls your knees back to hold your legs open as she dips her tongue into your slick heat. Your whimpers and moans of her name are muffled as Steven swallows them with his mouth on yours. 

  “She does taste good.” She rocks back on her heels and pulls you up into a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as she dips her tongue into your mouth. You start to slide your hand beneath the band of her panties but she stops you. 

  “Tonight is about you sweetheart.” She’s definitely in control and you decide not to push. “Take off your boxers.” Steven practically rips them trying to get them off as his cock springs free slapping against his abdomen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it so big, the angry red tip leaking precum all over his stomach. 

  She coaxes you back to lean against him and grabs the base of his cock causing him to gasp. She drags the tip along your dripping folds and Steven lifts you slightly as he guides you down onto him. 

  “Oh fuck…Steven it’s too much.” He’s not even all the way in and from this angle he’s hitting something devastating inside you. “Shhh love you can take it just relax.” Your cunt flutters around his thick cock causing a guttural moan from him. She straddles you both and you sink to the hilt. She places her hands on Stevens chest as she rides you grinding her hips into yours. Your mind has gone numb as she fucks you into Steven, each roll of her hips catches on your clit and slides you up and down his length. 

  “M’so close.” Steven chokes out from behind you as his grip tightens on your hips and his pelvis bucks slightly. She reaches between your bodies and begins rubbing tight circles on your clit as she leans in close and kisses Steven. He picks up his pace slamming you down on his cock over and over as he arches his back lifting the both of you. 

  “Right. There. Please . Don’t. Stop.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust and you come undone; she grabs your face, pulling you into an awkward three way kiss. Every nerve in your body is alight as she doesn’t let up on your clit, you don’t know if this is the same orgasm or a second that has tears streaming down your face. You clench down on him as he comes with a loud groan shooting hot ropes of cum into your core. 

  “You did so good, sweetheart.” She kisses you deep as you try to control your cries and aftershocks. 

  As you come down from your high you realize you’ve been moved. You’re laying on your side facing Steven as Layla plants small kisses on the small of your back. Steven places a soft kiss to your sweat soaked forehead and rolls out of bed. 

  “I’ll be right back love.” He retreats to the bathroom as you hear the water running. 

  You turn to face Layla and she can see the worry on your face. “What’s wrong hon? Was this too much?” 

  “No it’s not that it’s just…you didn’t get very much attention and I feel bad.”  She grabs your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss. 

  “There’s always next time.”

  Next time 

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Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[somefanficrecomendations]

January Monthly Roundup

BATFAMILY

Three’s a Crowd (But I’m Here if You Are) by JUBE514 (Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake/Conner Kent) 20k, Identity Reveal, Fluff      Bernard pops the top off his water bottle, a roll of his wrist at the perfect angle and it comes right off, and pops the faucet in Tim’s very nice kitchen to cold. Tim presses a kiss to the back of Bernard’s neck before Tim moves to the fridge to get his own water.      Bernard used to not drink as much water, but Tim drinks enough water for three people a day so Bernard naturally has followed- and now Bernard has no acne so he’s sort of mad about it actually. “The main character has two hands.” Bernard chimes easy and teasing. “Polygamy is the awnser here babe.”      Tim peaks over the door of the fridge. “Oh? Is this you telling me something?” —      Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd, and Kon-El have two hands each. They use them to hold onto each other.

My Evil Twin From Another Universe by FabulaRasa (Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne) 22k An interdimensional anomaly strands another version of Hal in this universe, and two Hal Jordans in one universe is several Hal Jordans too many.

this week in heroblr by UnidentifiedFroggy (multi) 22k, WIP, Social Media, okay im sorry y'all did SUPERBOY just say he's a tumblrina??? #SUPERBOY AS IN KON EL AS IN SUPERMANS CLONE #DIED IN THE CRISIS SUPERBOY #holy shit #superblr #heroblr - a viewpoint into tumblr as it might exist within my own exceedingly self-indulgent form of the dc universe, told through epistolary fashion in batfamily social media fic tradition. features heroes getting cancelled, takes of middling veracity, plenty of queerness both on heroblr and in the hero community, my self-indulgent ships, and something vaguely resembling plot and lore told obliquely through tumblr drama and outsider pov interpretations of superheroes

The Big Boss by Crowlows19 (gen) 4k, POV Outsider The story of Bruce Wayne and his family as told by his insane Wayne Enterprises calendar and the poor assistant that had to manage it all.

Batman for Dummies by Havendance (gen) 38k, No Man’s Land, Helena Bertinelli-centric In the aftermath of the quake that shook Gotham, Helena Bertinelli takes on the mantle of the Bat. (It isn’t like Batman’s using it.) If she’d known the cowl came with a certain moralizing little bird following her around — well, she probably still would’ve done it, but it would’ve been nice to know in advance. (Or: Tim and Helena team up 2: electric boogaloo. Now with more bats!)

Older Sibling Duty by Icestorm238 (gen) 2k, Batfam Names are important. The Bats tend to bypass their real names, however, in favour of increasingly dumb nicknames. The older sibling trio of Dick, Jason, and Cass are the primary instigators of this. After all, it is their duty.

AITAH For Tricking My Brother Into Drugging My Other Brother? by TaxiCabToSlowtown (gen) 1k, Social Media, Am I the Asshole? Okay, look, I know how that sounds, but hear me out. My (M, 19, "Fred") little brother (17, I’ll call him “Percy”) has problems. These problems stem a lot from the fact that his parents abandoned him for long periods of time as a kid and he didn’t have a proper upbringing. I should mention that Percy’s parents then are not the same as our parent(s) now. We’re both adopted, and I’m messed up too, I’ll admit it. Our Father (45, I’ll call him “Arthur”) had sort of turned his house into a home for kids with really traumatic families.

Welcome to the Family by ViiA01 (Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne) 67k, WIP, Batfam Bruce’s children want to meet the man that their father deemed worthy of a smile. So they do, in the only way they know how. By breaking into people's houses and lurking in dark places. Bruce just wants his children to stop stalking Earth’s Green Lantern, if only because they're ruining his plans. And Hal? Well, Hal is convinced that Bruce has concocted a plot to get around his ‘no killing’ rule, by having his children stalk him until his heart gives out from the stress.

A Series of Unfortunately Timed Coming Out's by Queerbutstillhere (multi), 7k, Coming Out The batfamily had this gift.  This wonderful skill. They are such talented, brilliant, capable individuals. But they are absolutely horrendous at wisely timing coming out to their family members. These are their stories . Aka: "I love you all but could we stop coming out to each other during the middle of battles?"

Call to a Lonely Earth by Drag0nst0rm (gen), 7k, Angst, AU-17776 Fusion There are no children left in Gotham. Not until the multiverse spits one out right in front of Batman, at least.

buy the ticket, take the ride by Anonymous (gen), 13k, Vegas Tim had always figured that if he ever woke up in Vegas sans-memory, it would be when he was older than fourteen. But there were some things he couldn’t control, and apparently whatever had happened last night that he didn’t remember was one of them.

CROSSOVER

Keystone by Kalinjdra (gen), 26k, WIP, HPxDC Harry Potter double-checked his lists before sending off the letter to an unknown cousin. He hoped for maybe some money at least, he didn't expect to get a scary bodyguard brother instead. Jason Todd has never stopped searching for his real parents so when Tim offers solid information in exchange of taking care of some kid, he really doesn't have anything else to do but take it. No one really could have foretold what followed.

[y2kas13]

You Will Be My Girl

fem!reader x ellie williams

A/N - I tried to leave this as neutral as possible aside from afab anatomy and fem pronouns and nicknames first time with something kinda smutty very self-indulging because I'm lonely lol enjoy and pls leave comments on what I can improve!

Hopping back into bed you slip back under the covers where a pair of loving arms are waiting for you. you snuggle closer into them and immediately feel a sense of relaxation, "finally your back I thought I was gonna have to go searching for you." a voice from behind you says with sarcasm evident in their voice. Rolling your eyes you turn towards the voice and move the covers of their face to reveal your girlfriend Ellie.

It hasn't been long since you two have been together, being merely mutual friends through Dina and Jesse you only saw each other in group settings. admittedly you thought she was cute but out of your league so you never said anything but to Ellie you were the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. when she got the courage (aka being harassed by Dina to just do it) she asked you out and you happily said yes.

Now months later, you're in her bed at her dad's house while he's out. you really liked Mr. Miller though he insists you call him Joel since Mr makes him feel old. Ellie never misses the chance to say that he is. He's super chill and a pleasure to be around but luckily for you tonight he left out to hang with his brother Tommy.

"Umm earth to weirdo you staring." the comment snaps you out of your loving daze, slightly embarrassed you give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "can't help it when a gorgeous girl has me in her bed." Ellie takes hold of your cheek and plants a kiss on your lips. taking hold of her cheek you deepen the kiss suddenly feeling like a quick peck isn't enough. it could never be enough with her.

"Careful don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I could definitely finish."

Instantly you're being pressed down to lay flat on your back with Ellie hovering above you. "are you sure about this? we haven't yet you know and I don't want you to do something your not ready for." Ellie's care for your well-being made your heart flutter. things like this make you fall head over heels for her again and again without fail.

"I'm ready Ellie promise, are you?" her lips are on yours giving you your answer without words. your hips meet each other and slowly start to dance with one another.

As you continue to make out her hand meets the top of your pajama shorts and stall there. "at any point you want to stop just tell me." her eyes meet yours serious but still gentle. "I promise el."

Her hands dip into your shorts and her fingers start to play over your clothed slit, you let out a low gasp from the sensation and you feel ellies smile on your shoulder.

"Now let's see how ready you are love."

AHHHHH omg that was actually really fun and was super easy to write (because it was short and stupid) BUT ANYWAYSSSS I really hope you enjoy if you want any more of Ellie or another character my ask box is always open!!!! I hope you enjoyed thank uuu

[rewh0re]

─1:37 AM

El oh el this is very very self indulgent cuz turns out i can't sleep at night. Also I've not written in so long so i HAD TO write for my bby boi Reo:))

You liked the night time. Night brought a sense of tranquility and comfort, a sharp contrast from the hectic daytime when work and schedules were the only things clogging your mind. With the night, you could escape the stress that adult life brought upon an individual. You liked to look upon the city of Tokyo from your apartment, liked to look at how the lady took her golden retriever on a night walk, a genuine smile plastered on her aging face. You liked to see the few cars zoom by and the couple who walked hand in hand. You believed everything truly was more real and genuine during the night time.

Most of all, you liked enjoying the nights with your boyfriend Mikage Reo. Both of you seated on the balcony floor, covered in a thin blanket with his arms wrapping around you from behind. two glasses of red wine long forgotten, some Beatles song playing in a low volume in the background. Your lover whispers something in your ear and you both let out a soft chuckle.

The stars littered the midnight sky and the moon looked down upon the quiet city sometimes hiding itself behind the clouds that drifted by. You smiled at the quietness, you smiled knowing this is where you were meant to be.

"Reo," you let out a hushed call for your lover.

"Hmm?" He laid his head on your shoulder smiling because moments like these with you are what he craves the most. It's what he treasures the most.

"Don't you think the moon looks really pretty tonight?" You asked as you looked up at the sky.

It did look really pretty. A full moon casting its light on the sleeping city. But Reo had his eyes fixed only on your face. your moonlit face looking oh so ethereal in his eyes as you smiled softly at the scenery.

"It really does," he said as he hugged you tighter, closing his eyes as he hummed to the song.

Dawn would break in a few hours and you both would have to go back to your daily schedule but you allowed yourself a few more minutes. You allowed yourselves a few more moments of raw and pure love.

You liked the night. You liked the night because of several factors like the calm, the tranquility and the beauty. However, you liked it the most because of times like these, when it was only you and Reo and the sleeping city and the type of undisguised and passionate love only the night could bring forth.

[avionvadion]

Ignore me, just some very self indulgent OC x Lucifer doodles I did in my notebook while watching Dan and Phil play Poppy Playtime’s Chapter 3.

Basically, Eleanora ends up in Hell by complete freaking accident when a demon tries to reverse engineer a pentagram summoning circle, is attacked by said demon, but saved last second by Charlie and Vaggie as they saw a strange and very suspicious light (think a huge beam from the sky) and went to check it out.

Note: Lucifer is standing on his tiptoes.

Might start pre-Angel joining the hotel???

Charlie doesn’t know how to send El back to Earth, but makes a deal with her to protect her/give her shelter and use magic to keep her lungs working (since human medicine isn’t exactly available) if she helps out at the hotel with being a “righteous example” of how the Sinners should try and behave to redeem themselves, since she’s an awkward and very nice human being who doesn’t do drugs, lol. She’s also kind of the greeter???

Thinks Lucifer is Charlie’s brother at first because damn, but eventually ends up working with him to try and strengthen his and Charlie’s father/daughter bond.

I have this goofy scene in my head where she’s talking to him on the phone (maybe Charlie gave them each other’s numbers in case of emergency since she’s currently the only human in Hell??? I dunno) and she suggests inviting Charlie over for tea and he’s just freaking PANICKING and she’s using a soft and sweet voice to calm him and asks if he’d prefer to write a letter to Charlie asking her to come over for tea, and if he’d like her (El) to deliver said letter.

Luci just fucking kidnaps El because he doesn’t know what to write without it sounding lame or desperate or silly, and she kinda guides him through it? And at the end he’s like, “No! NO! I can deliver it!”

But he panics again so when they go back to the hotel El is awkwardly helping Luci even more awkwardly give Charlie the letter (and maybe a magic duck that spews rainbows and glitter as a gift) and so Charlie goes to have teatime and Lucifer is ecstatic and he kinda just keeps going to El for advice before the two just. Become close friends.

(Dude just starts calling her for literally anything and everything because she just listens and calms him when he starts panicking, and then kidnaps her frequently for tea so he’s not having tea parties alone with his hundreds of magic ducks that he made and so they can discuss ideas)

Lucifer doesn’t realize he’s smitten until Angel catches the two hugging (El was saying she’s glad he and Charlie are a lot closer now and Luci was super happy and thanking her for her help) and Angel makes a very Angel comment. El bickers with Angel because oh gods don’t get her killed by insinuating that, Angel, that’s the king of fucking Hell he would never, and Lucifer is like “Oh shit I do have feelings, didn’t realize I was still capable of that after the divorce” and chaos ensues.

Eventually it’s discovered that El should be able to leave if the demon who summoned her is dead (he is, he died during the recent extermination around the time Angel was recruited) and if her deal with Charlie is broken. Charlie nullifies the deal, but El is still there.

They realize she’s unknowingly entered a contract with Lucifer, buuuuut… plot twist; he’s not about to let her go.

[kissingrhi]

safe haven ♚ jesse pinkman

notes: obviously breaking bad/el camino spoilers! this is tooth rotting fluff and extremely self indulgent because i just love him! maybe listen to fix you by coldplay while reading because that song reminds me so much of post el camino jesse.

this is also posted on my ao3, @peachyrhi

you were at the grocery store, your jacket hugging your body, shielding you from the nipping cold in the air. you were buying basic necessities for your average life: working as a mail sorter down at the post office, just 1.5 miles from the store you were at. you bought whatever seemed to suit your interests, not thinking too hard as to what you put in your cart. you enjoyed the freedom of living in such a secluded place. after years of having a clouded mind, you finally felt at peace.

as you were checking out though, someone caught your eye. that someone being one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen. while his face was littered in fading scars, his rose tinted skin and arctic blue eyes had you holding your breath. he was a few isles away from you, so you could sneak glances without being obvious. what you didn’t know was that he was paying attention to you all the same.

he was obviously new in town. in a place like this, everyone knew everyone. he was obviously trying to keep a low profile, a black beanie with a white eagle imprinted on the side with a maroon hoodie thrown over top. he was avoiding eye contact with the cashier, picking at his nails as the worker scanned his very random choices: a comforter, two boxes of captain crunch, and hot sauce. he was intriguing. you wanted to drink him in as much as you could.

that was only the first instance. the second time you bumped into ‘isaac driscoll,’ you were at your job. on days where you weren’t sorting mail, you worked the front desk at the post office, face adorned with a blank smile as you said, “have a good one.” for what felt like the 20th time today. you were now sitting, drumming a pencil against your desk to the beat of some song you’d heard on the radio earlier that day. you were tonguing a cut on the side of your cheek, holding your head flat against your palm as your leg uncontrollably jumped up and down.

you were bored. really fucking bored. that was until you were greeted with none other than the mystery man who’d festered his way into your head for the past couple days, head perking up to the sound of the bell jingling. you finally got to see him closer. he looked about your age, maybe a year or two older. but god, he looked like he’d been through hell. his eyes were worn and exhausted, a dusty pink underneath them, the scars on his face raised and still healing.

you wiped your now sweaty palms on your uniform, eyes widening at the sight as he walked closer and closer. “good afternoon. what can i do for you today?” you asked, drumming your fingers against your thigh, tilting your head. “i’m here to- uh.. pick up a package.” he sounded uncertain, even to himself, like he didn’t understand the words coming from his mouth. his voice was gravely yet chipper, he was obviously expressive in how he spoke. he seemed extremely nervous, so you tried to tread lightly.

“alright, what’s your name? and whose the package from?” you asked, avoiding eye contact with the wiry man in front of your desk. “isaac.” the silence droned on, isaac spacing out in front of you. “isaac driscoll. the package is from ed galbraith.” he sputtered, shifting his weight from foot to foot. he was anxiety ridden, not cracking a smile even once.

“alright, i’ll go check in the back.” and so you went into the storage facility, sifting through clear boxes labeled “pickup.” finally, you settled on one of the biggest packages you’d ever seen, muttering a quiet, “oh fuck me.” you made the annoyingly long journey to find a trolley. i mean come on, a package this size was just insane. maybe you were just being dramatic.

after retrieving the hefty package, you pushed your way back into the office, giving a pained smile to the tired man ahead of you. “albuquerque, huh?” you started, and isaac looked as if you had just stabbed him, his mind rushing at a million miles per hour. “y- yea.” his voice was quiet, pained. “yo, uh. you don’t mind if i wheel this out to my car, do’ya?” he nodded his head to the package in front of you. “no, that’s not a problem at all.” you handed the trolley over to him, “just bring the trolley back in after you’re done please.” you spouted, internally cringing as the two of you brushed hands. “okay.” was all he said.

and finally, the third and final instance before the two of you become inseparable. see, ‘isaac’ had began to take a liking to you as well. he enjoyed how polite you were, how interesting your style was, how you were the opposite of intimidating. you wore warm pastels in contradiction to the bitter alaskan air, you smelled like vanilla from what little scent he’d picked up at the post office, you always have on a single brown, braided hair tie. the final time the two of you had an awkward exchange was at one of the only bars in haines, the fogcutter.

you’d had a rough day, your dad calling you and being a hardass, making you cry at work. no matter how many times you asked him to stop calling, told him that you needed space, he never stopped. and you couldn’t find it in yourself to block him. so you found yourself walking down the street as the sun set, brushing cold tears from your eyes as you entered the nearly empty bar.

you plopped yourself into a chair, leaning your upper body into the bar, making eye contact with the bartender. “what’ll it be tonight?” she said, smile not reaching her eyes. “just whiskey please.” you returned the same half smile, before returning to fidgeting with your hair tie. that was until you noticed a familiar presence beside you. you could tell it was him, even if his body was turned to look at the tv in the corner of the room, seemingly interested in the football game shown. you couldn’t help yourself. “hey. isaac right?” you said, barely above a whisper.

he turned to face you, tired eyes twinkling. “yeah.” was all he said, turning back to the tv. you turned your body to face him now, “you’re new, aren’t you?” you said, legs kicking against your chair. “yeah.” he said again, not even turning to look at you. “well, you know…” you started, as he turned to you again, one of his eyebrows quirking up. “everyone here knows everyone. so we’re gonna have to actually meet one way or another.” you held out your hand, and the rest is history.

he was so shy at first, barely speaking. he listened. he listened when you two met again and you talked about your interests and what brought you to haines. he listened when he first visited your house and you talked about your passions as you ate pasta. he listened when you called him late one night in tears, going on about your “stupid fucking idiot father.” he was interested in you and enjoyed being around you. for one of the first times in his life he felt like you were never going to harm him or fuck him over. you were a real friend.

and as time progressed, you learned more about him as well. you learned how much he hated talking about his past, that he said the word bitch way more than the average person, and that he was awesome at left 4 dead 2. the more the two of you hung out, the more he opened up about himself. it was like the two of you were meant to meet each other, and what you didn’t know is that a part of him healed every time you invited him over, or bumped into him at the bar, or caught his eye at the car wash.

a few months after you two met, you had just finished dinner at your place. one of the first things you learned about isaac was that you and him both had an astounding love for mac and cheese. so any chance you got, you cooked it. and as you were cleaning up your mac and cheese, putting the leftovers in tupperware for isaac, something clicked in your mind. you glanced at the clock at your microwave. 10:48. it was pretty late anyways, right? you don’t think it would be too far if- “isaac?” you said, looking up at him as you closed the red top of the tupperware. “you wanna spend the night? it’s pretty late.” you said, sliding the leftovers across the counter to where he stood.

you waited for a response, biting your cheek as you looked back at the flushed man in front of you. “i mean- sure. it’s just. i don’t have any clothes.” he said, awkwardly laughing and scratching the back of his neck. “it’s fine.” you drew out the word, walking over to him, elbowing him as you teased, “most of my clothes are way too big and besides, we’re about the same height anyways.” he slapped your elbow, rolling his eyes and spitting out, “hey, i’m still growing. i’m a growing boy, bitch.” and you laughed, leading him to your room and pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a giant black shirt with white stripes on it. “alright these are the biggest i could find.” you said, throwing the pile of clothes at his chest, glaring as he raised his eyebrows at your statement.

you then sat down on the corner of your queen sized bed when the two of you finished changing into your pajamas, patting the space beside you for isaac to sit. “hey.” you smiled. “hey.” he grinned, pulling his legs to sit criss cross and face you. “i know this might be like- totally out of line.” you started, looking in his eyes for any sign to stop. instead his face just stiffened up, and he waited for you to continue. “and i know you hate talking about your past but i just like-“ you cut yourself off, staring down at your feet. “it’s ok.” he said, voice quiet and unconvincing. “i wanna know if you’re okay?” you asked, tilting your head at his bad posture and achingly sad demeanor.

“y’know how i told you i used to be really heavy on drugs?” he asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. and that night, the man you now knew, ended up bawling into your chest. it was only when the two of you fell asleep: one of your hands holding his head against your chest, the two of you curled into each other as you whispered kind words into his head, telling him that you loved him all the same, addressing him as jesse. when he knew he’d gone to the right place. when he knew he’d found a safe haven.

[aragarna]

Get To Know Your Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @penna-nomen, thank you!! <3 <3

When did you post your first ever fanfic? 15 May 2012, on LiveJournal. It was a very indulging secretly self-insert Peter Burke fic.

First character(s) you wrote for: The White Collar fandom. Mostly Peter & Neal and Peter/El

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for: Zorro. Sounds weird, I know, but gotta follow the muse...

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon: That is a good question. Nothing specific comes to mind right now. I haven't really felt the urge to write for a new fandom recently. All my projects are from my current fandoms. (Unless you count Alejandro Murrieta/Zorro as a new character - I do have a fun Mask of Zorro/Disney Zorro crossover idea). As for new fandoms, I do have a bit of an obsession with Good Omens at the moment, though I haven't had any specific idea popping in my head.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for: Zorro. And there's that White Collar/Forever crossover I haven't given up on yet. Oh and a hint of Person of Interest if you count that POI/Zorro fusion that I'm tempted to write LOL

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for: Peter & Neal, Diego & Bernardo. As mentioned, thinking of a Diego & Alejandro story.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for: Rosarita/Diego, but in the past, mostly Peter/El (I honestly don't do much romantic pairings otherwise)

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3): Fluff, episode tag, Angst. Yep, that sounds pretty accurate to me LOL

Your current platform where you post your works: AO3 and fanfiction.net

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

At 7:00, Henry opened the newspaper he had brought with him and, still following the instructions given by his son, he opened it at the sport section.

“I saw a mockingbird in the park,” he said out loud to no one in particular and feeling rather foolish doing so.

Appearing out of nowhere, a short bald man wearing thick glasses sat down next to him and opened his own newspaper.

“What color was the mockingbird?” the man asked, without looking at Henry.

Henry startled and turned to face the man. “There’s more?!”

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Tagging @amalthea9 @ascreamintothevoid-blog @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @spinner-sophie @stan-of-many and any of you who likes to do memes :-)

[aquadisiacs]

✎ Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield — "higher ground (rocket love)" tags | ONE-SHOT, Aged-up, lumax-centric, fluff and humor, alcohol, self-indulgent, future fic, mentioned mileven rating | T

Lucas has barely touched his gin before he turned to the woman who plopped down on the barstool next to him. She was his age, and loose red hair strands fell on her forehead as she called  the bartender.

Lucas meandered his drink as the woman ordered. He fiddled with his phone as she sipped her drink, eyes crossed beneath dim lights. She still hasn't looked at him. 

"Hey," he lowered his voice, "do you come here often?"

"No." She grinned into her drink. 

"What brings you here, then?"

“If I tell you,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “I’d have to kill you.”

"Ah." His gaze dropped back to his glass, "I'm a good listener?"

She hummed, "How good are you at keeping secrets?"

"I'll swear on my baby niece's life."

"Good." Her eyes swept through the other patrons before she leaned towards him. As if under a trance, he leaned closer towards her, magnetized by freckles and a promise of a secret.

"So, will you tell me your name?” He asked, “Or maybe we could get to unwinding-"

"I cannot tell you my name." He was trapped in her gaze. "But if you don't get out of here right now, you're going to die."

Lucas furrowed his brows, "now what's that supposed to mean?"

"My mission is strictly confidential, but it's to my sector's knowledge that there is a malicious party plaguing the city. It's my job to exterminate them, and our intel says that their ranger frequents this bar on Saturday nights— Early twenties, in varying blue suits, and flirts with women."

Her eyes are accusatory and Lucas had to hold back a sigh.

"Goddamn, Max."

"Now how was that for mystifying stranger." She woman burst out in laughter. 

"That was not what I meant." Lucas groaned as he shot back the rest of his drink, 

"Well of course it wasn't," she shook her head, "you broke character, and now we have to start all over again."

Lucas spun his chair so hard he nearly fell off, "I broke character? What the hell was your character even about? You couldn't pick lifeguard or a princess or a-"

"Relax, stalker." Max rolled her eyes and lazily raised her glass to her lips. "I was keeping it interesting," she stated before taking a sip.

Lucas had borrowed the concept from Mike, who told him years ago about how he and El once pretended to be strangers meeting for the first time. It gave him the idea for their first anniversary date since getting back together.

"Do you hate me?" Lucas slumped forward onto the bar, his cheek squished next to Max's glass, the cool condensation grazing his nose.

"Of course not." Max patted his cheek, "My character however-"

Lucas groaned before she could finish, which prompted more laughter from his girlfriend. 

"Come on, stalker." Her eyes twinkled, "give me another chance. I'll be serious this time."

"You'll be serious?" he furrowed his brows, "really?"

"Yes, really." She nodded, and raised Lucas's head from the bar by his chin. He followed until he stood by her seat.

“I'll be very serious. No fantasy elements." Her hand moved from his chin and rested on his chest, before she pushed him away. 

"You spend too much time with Will," Lucas grumbled as he walked away from the bar, only to come back a few minutes later.

"Hey, pretty." He plopped back on his old seat, "I haven't seen you around before."

"I just arrived a few days ago," she smiled as bashfully as she could.

"Oh?" Lucas grinned, "to stay?"

"Yes. You see, I got this job over at the Church of our Lady Mary. The priest told me they've been having problems with a goat-"

Lucas closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

[girl-mercury]

el oh el

the once upon a time rumbelle fic i've been working on is now up to 53k and still growing, there's some connective tissue that needs writing for most of it, and then i've got to get serious about watching more regina scenes so i can get all those scenes done, and then the very final bit that i wrote all in one go needs to be revised some to fully recognize what the whole entire journey of it was leading up to, and that should be it

so like 12k more maybe???

and then i can POST and not just be CRAZY IN PRIVATE

and then idk send @hervissa a fruit basket for starting all this

alright back to writing whatever self-indulgent shit my brain wants to churn out

[cclightroast]

So.. this is the extremely self-indulgent Luis x reader I was talking about. There's no rhyme or reason... I just had this in my head all day lmao. Leon is in here, but tbh he doesn't speak a lot since I was feral for Luis. @aneverydaysimp you wanted me to tag you... so enjoy lol.

Let me know if yall want me to post more :)

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You could hear the grunting before you even entered the room. Two familiar voices were arguing back and forth, mingling with the sound of a chain rattling.

As you opened the door, the sound of the bickering came to a halt.

You could hear the sighs of relief from the two, causing a smirk to pull at your face.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Seems like you two could you a hand."

Walking around the two men, you gave Luis a good once over; watching how his eyes followed you and how his fingers flexed above his head.

"Hola cariña, what brings you to la fiesta?"

Ignoring him, you walked two of your fingers up his chest slowly, relishing in the way he shuddered below your touch.

"In different circumstances, I might would enjoy this more."

"You're definitely enjoying this, princesa," he whispered under his breath, his lips quirking into a smile.

You hummed and turned away from him in order to look at the hook they were dangling from.

"The structure is unstable. You should be able to pull it down with enough strength."

"Better than hanging around here all day." Leon huffed and pulled the chain more towards his body, yanking Luis off balance and straight into you.

"Oi! Watch it"

You slowly back out of the way so they can have their own fun game of tug-a-war and watch as Luis starts egging Leon on about the "missing senorita" until the chain finally breaks and sends Luis flying to your feet.

You were about to make a terrible one-liner when you heard Leon yell, "Watch out!" And before you could turn around to get a look at what he was warning you about, Luis had grabbed you and pulled you to the ground, rolling the both of you out of the way of the very angry villager with an axe.

The two men gripped the chain in their hands and flung it at the villager, knocking him in the face to stun him before wrapping it around his neck and pulling from both sides.

Leon turned and pulled with all his might before lifting his leg above the chain and slamming it down to the ground. He broke the villager's neck with a sickening crunch.

In your moment of shock, Luis had managed to unlock his chain and grab you by the waist, pulling you to him as he held the key up to Leon and bid his farewell, despite Leon's obvious disagreement.

He dragged the two of you out, and you ran until you reached an empty room a good distance from the agent.

As soon as you two entered the room, you were pressed up against the door. Your back against the cold wall with one of Luis' leg between yours.

"Who would've thought that chains would've gotten you all hot and bothered?" you whispered, chuckling at the needy look your lover was giving you.

"Oh no cariña, don't get me wrong. The chains were nice but you... no, you looking at me like that sealed the deal."

You brought your hand up to his face and gripped his cheeks. "I can't help that you look oh so delicious when helpless"

You leaned in and nipped at his lip. "You think we have enough time before el yanqui shows up?"

He was breathing heavily against your lips even before the fun got started. You loved how riled up he gets with you. You would lean in to barely touch his lips and pull back when he leaned to meet you.

He finally got tired of your games and slammed his hand beside your head, his hand taking a fistful of your hair to keep you still.

"¡Joder! I'm losing my patience with you..." and with that he leaned in and captured your lips. Teeth gnashing, and his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth. Every now and again he would tug on your hair just to illicit a sweet moan from you.

Despite your own want for him, you weren't about to let him dictate how this went. Your fingers danced through his hair and you tugged so that his neck was bare to you. Allowing you to trail your lips down his neck at a languid pace.

You trailed back up to his lips before swiping your tongue across his lip in a teasing flick and pulling away.

"We've got things to do, love. Plenty of time to play when we get home.".

"You wound me, cariña"

[messrsbyler]

sorry i didn’t kiss you (but it’s obvious i wanted to) info now. NOW.

okay this is my very self indulgent “where mike figures out he has feelings for will” fic because i love that shit

it’s been four months since El asked for a break. four months since they can only be at opposite ends of a room and four months since the party went out of balance because no one knows how to act to this new situation. Mike surely doesn’t know how to react either, so he takes himself off the picture and gets a summer job at Family Video to spend the time and keep himself away from all the confusing dynamics with his friends and (ex?) girlfriend.

he at least still has Will, most of the time anyway. oh, and Mike also now has Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley who also work at Family video, the guy who keeps calling him kid even though Mike is 17 already and the girl who is always trying to become Mike’s friend. it’s a nightmare. Mike also gets a first row ticket to Steve’s love life shit show which, okay that part is a bit fun. but then between talks and mocks, Steve starts talking about shit like… like a spark and electricity and fireworks. at first Mike doesn’t understand because, well, he’s never felt that. at least, not with El. but the more he stays away from the party and sneaks little visits to Will, the more Mike Steve words start to make sense to Mike… which is a problem because what does that even mean?

(and yes, in this one El basically breaks up with Mike but calls it a break to not deal with it, but they haven’t been together for four months so…)

here yah go!

[maddipoof]

living in the past, it's a new generation - tell me as much as you want to about yourself and I'll make a mood board of what i imagine your past life would be (i'm obsessed with historical fashion, let me indulge myself)

this is so creative oh my goodness how do you come up with these??? also i went a little overboard while talking about myself i hope thats ok<3

i'm an isfj, and i'm fairly shy. i have anxiety, and i get really quiet in social settings- i have 3 close friends who mean the world to me, and i'm part of a really small friend group but i value individual friendships much more because of how intimate they are. i listen to music quite often, read too much (i get caught up in books really easily), listen to a lot of music - taylor swift wrote mirrorball for me - and i'm an academic validation girlie. my aesthetic is somewhere in between coastal granddaughter and coquette- i kind of dress like rory gilmore, i wear flared jeans a lot and floral or lacy tops. 

i use she/her pronouns, and i'm straight but mayyybe bi?? i like to think i'm feminine- i love perfume and lavender and candles and claw clips and locket jewelry. i'm 5'2, petite, and i have medium-length hair that's light brown in the winter and strawberry blonde in the summer (idk but something about the sun changes its color, i don't know how). i'm really fair skinned, blush easily, and i have a few freckles- i get sunburned really easily so i try to take really good care of my skin. my teeth aren't very straight but i like to think it's a cute little character flaw haha.

i'm a ballet dancer but i also ice skate for fun, and i play touch football in the spring. i'm also obsessed with pearls. i write a lot as well- mostly poetry, but i don't post it on here lol. i adore pretty trinkets and dresses, iced matchas from starbucks, gracie abrams, romcoms, and pale pink converse. my favorite show is gilmore girls & anne with an e, and my favorite movies are little women (2019) and dead poets society. thank you<33

babe, why do we have the same hair except mine is only red because it's so stained

And also, don't apologize for talking about yourself. This is science, I need DATA!!!! It's also an excuse for me to know you better<3 (this is also gonna be lowkey fantasized because old times be rough and I'm not gonna put your past self through that) We are here for lighthearted gaiety!!!! Nothing more, nothing less!

Anyway, I got carried away and made a pinterest board rather than a mood board, sorry, but anyway, absolutely 100% certainly late victorian ballerina

I kinda feel like its low hanging fruit cus like, you said you love ballet but honestly I was thinking it the whole time, I just got lucky when you confirmed it el oh el

I think you wouldn't be nobility exactly, but like gilded age and whatever, you'd have money so you get a fancy education and excel in all your courses but then you start ballet and you're definitely better than everyone there too. So you eventually become on of the most famous ballerinas and duh everybody wants to be you or be with you but you're like naaahhhh I have enough friends, thank you though. BUT THeN! One day, at some dinner party your obscenely wealthy grandma is having in your honor at her beach mansion house (because you're the bestest ballerina of them all) you meet gaspspps A Devilishly dashing (person of whatever gender you're feelin, I won't tell you what to do) and it's a relentless back and forth of will-they-wont-they and your friends all say yes but you say no because "they're probably just like everyone else, they don't want me for me, they want me for what I do, what I could offer them"

BUT THEN! dun dun dun,,,a totally random accident that happens out of nowhere and is completely unrelated to dance (i'm hella superstitious and if you think i'm putting that out there? Haha no way), leads you to an early retirement because you still love to dance but the fame isn't all you bargained for, so you move to the seaside and DUN DUN DUN! Who comes to visit??? Your beloved suitor!! and then you have a beautiful life filled with perfume bottles, lockets, lavender sprigs, and beach picnics <3

ummmm I got very carried away but i hope you liked it <3

[mychemicalrachel]

what’s the fic with kavinsky in a band??

This was so very self indulgent and fun to write.

I said in my last ask that all of my Ronan/Adam/Kavinsky fics are my way of trying to figure out how to write their dynamic and my favorite way to do that is by writing them from an outsider's POV. That way it’s objective, instead of just Ronan’s POV or Adam’s POV or K’s POV.

In this particular fic, Kavinsky’s a drummer for a semi-popular band and it’s told from the perspective of Eleanor, a girl who goes to college with Adam and sees him at the concert and proceeds to (unsuccessfully) flirt with him the entire night because she doesn’t realize he’s dating the cute drummer. It’s also got Ronan, but mostly he just stands there and looks pretty the whole time, quietly amused by the entire situation.

And because it's a WIP and entirely unedited, please ignore the fact that I switch from past to present tense halfway through 🙃

(I think this is longer than a snippet...)

Toby ordered a few drinks, maybe an excuse to not become a part of this conversation, and Shira deposited herself in the stool to Adams' right. Not sure what else to do with herself, Eleanor started to take the seat on his other side, but a flurry of movement emerged from the crowd and the seat was gone, taken by a girl wearing an oversized T-shirt and shredded leggings. Her hair was probably done at one point, since destroyed by the crowd, or maybe it was intentionally messy. It looked good in a way Eleanor didn’t think would ever suit her, if she ever had the courage to try something that eccentric.

“Avoid the bathroom,” she said to Adam, tossing her hands up, heaving dramatically. She grabbed a class from the bar and took a drink before slamming it back down. “Three people asked if I wanted a doobie. A doobie, Adam! That’s what they called it! What is this, the 1970s?”

“Don’t take doobies from strangers, Blue,” Adam said seriously, but as Eleanor looked closer, she was sure there was a hint of amusement there.

The girl– Blue, what a fitting name– huffed again. “Is that yours?” then without waiting for an answer, grabbed the drink in front of Adam, then gestured to Eleanor with it. “Is this yours, too?”

It took a moment for Eleanor to realize the girl was asking if Eleanor was Adam’s. She blushed and thanked every god above that it was dark enough to not be noticeable.

“This is Eleanor,” Adam said carefully. A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he studied her. “We have a few classes together.”

“Oh, cool,” Blue said. She didn’t introduce herself. Instead she set Adam’s drink back down and jumped up. “Okay, they’re coming on soon. I’m gonna go find Ronan. If I ask him nicely, maybe he’ll let me sit on his shoulders so I can see the stage.”

Adam laughed and Blue ran off. He watched the crowd she disappeared into for a moment longer and then seemed to notice Eleanor was still standing there. Shira and Toby had drinks now and were stealing kisses in the shadows. Eleanor looked away.

“So,” Adam said. “Uh, do you wanna sit? Or if you’re gonna watch the band–”

“I can watch the band from here.” Eleanor sat down. She ordered a whiskey, mostly to sound cool. She felt better once she’d taken a few drinks, the warmth settling in her stomach. It gave her enough courage to say, “I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but… Have you ever actually listened to the band? They don’t really seem like they’d be your type of music.”

In all honesty, she had no idea what Adam’s type was. She thought he was a Chinos and sweater vest type, but now he was wearing jeans and a fitted shirt and she could see the ropes of muscles in his biceps when he took a drink. Maybe she was wrong. She didn’t think she knew anything about him at all.

Adam chuckled. He looked amused again, in that mysterious way, like he was the only one in on some inside joke, and shrugged. “I hear the drummer’s cute.”

“Oh, he’s an asshole.”

Adam looked surprised and delighted.

“I met him once, before a show,” Eleanor explained with a wave of her hands, painting the memory in the air. “He was outside smoking and I tried to talk to him. Asked him if he wanted to grab a drink after the show. He said 'I’ve got better options' and walked away.”

Adam laughed and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said, but didn’t look chastised. It was hard to be offended by his humor when he was smiling like that. “I’m not laughing at you. Just– yeah, he sounds like a real asshole.”

Eleanor laughed, too. It stung at the time, but Eleanor wasn’t really surprised. A semi-famous musician turning her down was exactly on brand. It wasn’t like she expected it to actually happen anyway. She was hoping to maybe get lucky and then be able to tell her friends all about it. As it was, it was still an entertaining story to tell. She even endured the nickname Unlucky Eleanor in good fun for a while.

The lights overhead dim and there’s a rumble through the crowd before a guitar starts to thrum. The beat of the drum joins it, and the bass picks up, and the synth purrs like static. There’s something electric about live music, particularly this band. They’ve got an energy that draws the crowd in, a rawness that feels real, and cockiness that makes Eleanor weak in the knees. And then there’s the music itself. The volume that floods her head and makes her forget everything about school or work or her parents’ expectations. The bass replaces her heartbeat and her lungs are filled with the singer’s voice and the drum makes her feel so alive.

She looked over at Adam, but he’s turned toward the stage, his deaf ear to her. Eleanor found she didn’t particularly mind. He was absorbed in the music and so was she. She was content to sit in companionable, enjoyable silence.

Adam does seem to recognize the music. She notices him mouthing along every once in a while and his fingers tap along to the beat. It’s surprising. Eleanor likes it, being surprised by him. She wants to know more.

By the time they play the last song and disappear, Eleanor feels better. She doesn’t care that Toby and Shira have snuck off to make out in a secluded corner, she doesn’t care that she hasn’t said anything more to Adam. She just feels light. Typically she likes to dance and really immerse herself in the atmosphere, and yet she couldn’t imagine moving from this spot next to Adam Parrish.

Adam is smiling and she’s sure he feels it, too.

She bumps his arm and waits for him to look over. She wants to say something clever, something to make him smile more, but she can’t really think of anything. She flounders for a second and then asks, “Did you like the band?”

His smile flickers. “Yeah. Uh, you?”

Eleanor nods and wants to throw herself in front of traffic. She’s saved when the crowd starts to disperse– the show is over and everyone is either heading out to take the party home with them or to the bar to keep it going here. A man in ripped jeans and what must be left of a tank top comes up on Adam’s other side, dropping his elbows onto the bar. He gives Adam an obvious once over and then says, to the bartender, “Water. And another coke for the pretty boy. On his tab.” He winks, then turns and leans back onto the counter and looks at Adam again. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Adam nods slowly. “Very much.”

The stranger licks his lips. He accepts his water and drinks it as lewdly as possible. Eleanor feels herself blush when a drop escapes and runs all the way down his jaw and he lifts his shirt to wipe it away, revealing a toned stomach, nipple piercings, and the corners of a tattoo wrapping toward his ribs.

“Ew, gross, put your fucking shirt down. You absolute whore.”

The girl from before the show, the one who had known Adam– Blue, as Eleanor recalled– pushes past Pierced-Nipples. Eleanor is so relieved she doesn’t even feel jealous when she shoulders easily past Adam to grab the coke the stranger just ordered him.

“Are you slut-shaming me?” Pierced-Nipples asks. “I thought you were supposed to be progressive.”

“I’m very progressive, Lynch,” Blue argues. “But not everyone wants to see your body parts. It’s feminism. Do you want to see my nipples?”

Adam snorts when Lynch grimaces. “Please keep your nipples where they are, Sargent, I’m already gay.”

“Afraid I’ll seduce your boyfriend?” Blue– Sargent?-- says.

“Nah,” Lynch leans against the bar, looking suave and confident in a way Eleanor wishes she could manage. “I think he has higher standards.”

Blue disagreed with the shake of her head, a small frown in place. “No, I really don’t think he does.”

[queen-susans-revenge]

a meme, thank you @klaproos for thinking of me!

favorite color: I went into it a little bit more here but it's basically burnt sienna with a bronzy shimmer, like so

currently reading: Haley Campbell, All the Living and the Dead, mostly because Neil Gaiman recommended it. I don't read a lot of nonfiction but like everybody else I have been thinking a lot about death in the past couple years, so it's very interesting.

last song: okay I just fired up Spotify and here's what it was in the middle of last time I closed it. This is not even a great remix, I like the original much better, but I do listen to a lot of Grimes. In fact this came up because I was in the middle of the complete Grimes collection on Spotify, which I often put on loop when I just need music in the background.

I am in a perpetual state of "oh girl no" over Grimes but I completely love her music. I just wish there was more focus on her art and process as opposed to her personal mess, and I think the treatment she gets is sexist because dudes are allowed to be wild self-indulgent freaks who are still taken seriously as artists. Grimes is a wild self-indulgent freak who should still be taken seriously as an artist.

last tv show: The Netflix series Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. I do not watch a lot of anime, but I love the art style on this one. All the colors, mmm. I'm about halfway through the series.

Cyberpunk in general is an easy sell for me. Take me to neon reflecting in rainy streets while hovercars go by overhead and cyborgs sit around slurping from bowls at noodle stands, and you don't even have to buy me dinner. I'm already a slut for it.

That said, there's a tension in a lot of cyberpunk, a retro fixation within a genre that ostensibly depicts the future but is rapidly being outpaced by the present. A weirdly large element of it is nostalgia for the 80s and 90s, and there's some social attitudes from those decades that get pulled in wholesale along with the aesthetic. Sex workers get murdered a lot. Depictions of racial minorities skew towards the cringe. There's a moral simplicity to the noir landscapes it tends to build: the heroes might be "edgy" but they're pitted against monsters so grotesque that there's never really any question about where right and wrong lie. Violence is cathartic and solves a lot of problems.

There's a trans critic, El Sandifer, who has written a couple of very insightful pieces of criticism, both on the cyberpunk genre in general and on the Cyberpunk 2077 world in particular. I love her observation that "cyberpunk is still a living genre; a successful prediction of the future that continues to be made long after it’s come true." And I think her conclusion—that the genre badly needs a queerer perspective—is the right one.

This series does not have a queer perspective. But what it does have is mirrorshades and samurai on motorbikes, and some really beautiful action sequences that unfold in supersaturated neon colors. So I'm in.

last movie: Thor: Love and Thunder. Iunno, it was all right. I didn't want my money back or anything. In terms of MCU movie rankings I would put it somewhere solidly mid. Better than Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness I guess.

I think we're all kind of burned out on Marvel content, right? The last MCU thing I can think of that felt fresh or compelling was the Ms. Marvel series and even that is already fading into forgetability. Can I get more of Yelena and new energy-flavor Hawkeye? I liked them a lot.

sweet/savory/spicy: savory.

currently working on: I'm now more than 100k words into the space pirate novel and probably have another 20k or 30k to go. It will be a long book but it is all one book (I was wondering earlier if I should split it up, which I kind of wanted to because it would mean I could start shopping around the first part, but unfortunately I think the answer is that I really do have to write the whole thing first.)

And the chapter I just finished was like, the most fun to write in the whole book. It was a sex scene followed by some pillow talk. Now I have to do corporate intrigue and hacker stuff, which is much harder to make interesting. It's part of why I'm watching cyberpunk shows, to get inspired.

tagging everybody! Anybody who wants to! I get anxious about tagging people both from the point of view of possibly annoying someone, and from the point of view of possibly making someone else feel overlooked, so as usual I will take the coward's way out on this one.

[fumikomiyasaki]

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training for Yasuno and Victoria!

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over for Ellis and Fennec!

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed for Aimée and Kuze!

Hopefully that isn’t too many!

Self-Indulgent

It wasn't unusual that he was often challenged by others for a fight... in his school it was a very much common thing he was used to... however he was surprised to see for once the Beauty of Diasomnia he admired to visit him in his dorm and not the other way around. Victoria stood there almost glaring at him with her weapon in hand as he let out a small scoff.

"That determined to get a victory on me, well this should be fun, then my dear Queen, show me what you can do."

The main problem of fighting him in his own domain was already the vision... most of was covered in an eerie green fog, skulls floated around the arena as she stood there preparing herself for her first strike... their fight was fierce and she even did manage to dodge his chains... using an object thrown at him for distraction and pinning him down onto the ground.

"Do not underrestimate me, reaper... I can catch you off guard as well."

"Oh I don't trust me."

What she didn't anticipate was him pulling her closer for a kiss, holding her in his embrace before letting go.

"You idiot... take this fight more serious."

"Come on, it was just small break, also I do believe you underestimate me."

Suddenly she felt a chain that already wrapped around her leg and pulled her up.

"YOU ARE CHEATING!"

"You said I can use any of my abilities, its your fault for being off guard and celebrating your victory."

"YOU.... I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!"

He enjoyed how motivated she was for the rest of the fight and at least, seeing how red she still was from his kiss it was satisfying... maybe he should snatch some more, and so he toyed around with her for a while where he could.

He was caught up in memories again... looking at some old photos of his dimensional friends on his phone... sighing a little as he waited for someone... Ellis and him couldn't really see another cause of summer vacation plans being different yet he was glad to finally see her after a while... yet seeing her get out of the carriage back from her school she also didn't expect him to wait at the gates for her.... in quick rush she ran up to him yet her hug was so sudden both tumbled back, luckily into the grass.

"El..."

"I missed you so much, you should have seen how many musicals I went to, I wish you could have come along."

He patted her head a little and smiled.

"I would have loved to as well, Taking care of Tetravania wasn't really fun..."

She looked up at him as he placed a small kiss on her forehead.

"How about we go to Ramshackle and I show you everything I saw? I have a ton of pictures. "

She got up excited as he slowly leaned up, accepting her hand to get up and still holding it.

"I will listen as I can... Just be patient with me, I had Ferdie this morning talk my ear off."

"Don't worry it be fun to hear. Lets go."

It was something he needed... someone that was more bearable than the others, someone he didn't mind offering his time to. He turned off his phone with the picture he previously looked at and showed her a small smiled before leaving with her.

"I am so sorry."

"Don't worry about it, you couldn't have known."

Kuze in actuality got them both a day at a festival that combined their tastes, yet as he booked the hotel he didn't know they actually only had one bed left... so now it seemed a bit awkward just laying next to Aimeé shoulder on shoulder, being to shy to get closer.

"Hey, how about we hug instead? That could safe up space."

"W-well if you don't mind it."

Feeling her lean against him, the soothing smell, the warmth got him to feel nervous to the core. Sure they are dating but it hasn't been for long and he didn't want to make her feel odd around him, yet as he felt her rest her head against his chest, seeing her smile calmed him.

"So... you don't have a heartbeat?"

"I.... don't know why... Yasuno just said my body works differently... I wish I knew why."

"I don't mind it... to me your are alive... even without the heartbeat."

"Hearing that... makes me glad...often I thought if I only was a tool to fight at times... the perfect soldier."

She cradled his face and looked at him a little worried.

"Then I just have to try hard not to make you feel that way."

She placed a small kiss on his lips as he lit up red and emberassed hearing a chuckle from her.

"Adorable... just what I hoped to see from you."

"A-alright then.... I will try my best to not be that pessimistic..."

"There you go... but for now we should probably try to sleep."

Both embraced another tighter to make sure they had enough space on the bed... drifting into sleep slowly but comforted by the other.