#kasey writes

[nycorix]

Dream & Delirium

This ridiculous little scene from a sandman fic I am working on broke my writer’s block, so I decided to share it :P No direct comic spoilers in this part, but it is an interaction between Morpheus and his younger sister Delirium (whom I love dearly but has not yet appeared on the show!!)

>I’m trying some real weird stylistic stuff lmao because I want this fic to read reminiscent of reading the comics format but very much with the show’s iteration of the characters in mind. Delirium speaks in wavy color bubbles, and this is my attempt at making her dialogue equivalently just slightly uncomfortable to look at

>This fic takes place after A Game of You (vol. 5), and involves the very canonically exhausted Dream (and by proxy, the Dreaming) getting infected by a mysterious something-or-other that’s manifesting as a corrosive glitter substance. it’ll make sense in the full fic I promise

>He gets lost trying to navigate the dream waters or whatever they’re called and Delirium finds him.

blah blah Tom Sturridge has my whole heart etc. bye, anyway uh enjoy (??)

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And he is stumbling, tripping, falling –

– falling –

Something catches him from behind, under his arms, violently. It's - hot - cold - feels like spiders beneath his skin - 

– arms. hands.

He is being touched. 

He whirls. 

y..you. dare..

Mismatched eyes meet him. One blue, one green with silver flecks that seem to dart away from his bleary gaze like fish from a thrown rock. The eyes widen, delighted. 

"You're    here   !" 

The voice is like a million notes of a piano struck at once, like a full palette of color splashed across the air. It snags his headache like a small fist around it.

I. He swallows. There are knives in his throat. From screaming, he thinks, or –

"I'm   here   .   for   you   !" Triumphant, sibilant, the colors splash over the voice, jangle in his head, mingle with the Dreamers. He struggles not to retch. 

It. He takes a breath, ragged and halting. She is, indeed, here for him, and as much as this fills him with rage, he cannot argue. It would seem so. 

"I   am   !!" she crows, and there is so much of her former Self in the colors that he winces. Loath to meet her gaze again just yet, he instead tries to begin to orient himself. 

He's a tangle of long limbs on the ground, cloak wreathed around him like a swath of oily smoke. He rearranges the limbs into something closer resembling dignity, squinting as he (finally, reluctantly) tilts his head up. 

Delirium stands over him, fists on hips, fishnets frayed and trailing from her arms and legs and shoulders (fishnet frayed and trailing, of course, fish). The whorls of light her hair (splotchy orange-red with purplegreen tips, shaved uneven zigzag down one side) throws fractals into rainbows that make his eyes water. 

Her face falls as she looks at him. "That   isn't   normal   ,   is   it   ?" She crouches down, peering into his face. 

No. He grimaces. It..it is not. Resists the powerful urge to lean away from her, and the even more powerful urge to lie down and not rise again. 

She studies him, thoughtfully. The fish float in a ring around her head, turn to frogs with little pops of glitter. She sits beside him, smiling lopsidedly, one sharp incisor poking crookedly over her bright painted lip. "What's   the word for   when you have an   itch you can't   scratch and   you rub and rub and tear   at it   until your skin cracks and   you scream and   y o u   crack a little bit   but it still itches   and itches   and   won't   stop   ," she says — reaching out to poke him, with some small reverence, between the eyes. Glitter falls from her wrist and lands on the bridge of his nose, each speck a distinct color that he could have placed if he crossed his eyes, which he refuses on principle to do. 

He opens his mouth – to say madness perhaps, or there isn't one – but sneezes instead, harshly and abruptly enough to pitch forward and knock his forehead into hers. 

She falls back giggling, and the frogs turn into bubbles, all iridescent with the colors of the glitter and the voice. "That   isn't   it  ," she informs him, gravely.

That…that is not.. funny, my sister. He rubs the heel of his hand up the length of his nose, viciously, pressing it into the spot between his eyes to soothe the ache.

"It  is  v e r y  funny  ," she tells him, conspiratorially. She reaches for him again, beaming. "That   was  fun   .   Do   it   again  !"

He holds up a hand in warning, cloak billowing around his arm – too vague to be a sleeve, too corporeal to be smoke – and she draws back, fear sparking in her eyes, crackling off of her in little shreds of pink lightning. He tastes it in ozone, in cotton candy, at the very back of his throat. 

He relents, or falters, resting the hand over his face. I think not, he says through his fingers, and even he can hear the weariness of whole worlds in his words. 

"You're   ill   ," she says after a moment, wondrous. Fear forgotten, she stares at him unblinking, eyes luminous as multicolored globes of glass. "I   was   ill   once   .   Death   told   me   to wear   a   jumper   to   play   in   the   snow   or   my   fingers   would   turn   blue   .   I   did   s o   want   blue   fingers   ,   so   I   -"

He sneezes again, curling in upon himself like a wounded thing. Coughs wrack him next, brittle and cracked, and when he moves his hand away sand drips from his fingers, flecked with silver shards of the selfsame glitter that seems bent upon wreaking as much havoc in his body as it is within his realm. 

He blinks, eyes hot and aching; and when his eyelids crack open again she is there, much too close, cool-warm/sweaty-dry forehead pressed against his own. 

Her fingers cup his face, the same raging contradiction of temperature, of temperament, and he shivers. 

"Hmmm…" Her breath on his face. It is sour-sweet, like candy that has turned in the sun, like the flavored smoke the mortals have taken to breathing on street corners for recreation. He shivers again, more violently than he ought, but his body has long since ceased to behave in the way it should. He fights not to cough again, knowing dimly that such ailments as this is mimicking are commonly quite contagious, and the waking world needs an ill Delirium even less than an ill Dream. 

"You've   quite   the   perfect   fever   ,   Dream   ," she says softly, the colors reducing by half, and there is joy in the blue eye and sadness in the green. 

Yes, Delirium, he says on a sigh, I am aware.

"That   is   g o o d   !" Earnest, she catches up his hands, seeming unconcerned (or unaware) of the clammy, disgusting state of them. Weak, grudging, he allows it. "That   means   I   know   the   way   !"

The way, he answers, nose wrinkling as she hauls him to his feet. The way to..

"Back   to   your   Heart   ,   Dream   ," she chides. "You   are   ." She screws her face up. Stars fall from her hair. Trailing glitter, or stardust, or the taste of rain. "Lost.   In   me   ." For a moment, the colors fade to monochrome, strike his ears as an echo of the Dreaming. Of himself. Her eyes are pinched, real concern in their swirling depths. Then the moment passes. "But   I   know   the   path   !" 

She tugs him forward a step, and he closes his eyes against the vertigo. "It's   the   path   we   made   together   ,   l o n g   ago   .   Do   you   remember   ?"

The bright twist of notes lingers like syrup in the air, sticky and cloyingly sweet. He swallows against the ache in his throat, pulling his hands from Delirium’s grasp, squinting at the iridescent shimmershore mirage behind her that designates the border of the fever dreams. 

Yes, my sister, he says in a voice like desolation, glitter crackling like congestion in his lungs. I remember.

#the sandman #fanfiction #dream of the endless #delirium of the endless #sickfic #the sandman comics #the sandman netflix #kasey writes #I wasn't sure about the bold italic for Dream until I read The Dream Hunters and discovered that that's how the author himself does it lmao #so there you go. #I'm actually pretty proud of this scene sdfjkslf and I'm excited to write this fic #it's gonna be long. oops

[fishfingersandscarves]

soap bubbles

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #the sandman #the sandman netflix #dreamling #dream/hob #dream of the endless #dream (the sandman) #hob gadling #robert gadling #comic #this was a fun script to write - this one goes out to kasey

[rabbitsrams]

I am thinking

I feel like Schlatt would have this baby voice with the kitties, like you walk in on him one day and he’s just holding up the black kitty and going ‘Ooh look at how handsome you areee, with your big fanggss’ While giving him little scratches on his chin 🫶🫶

even if you saw it with your own two eyes he will still try and deny it

no bc he does. there is video evidence of it. and i eat it up. (/pos)

you're so open about using it toward the cats, always cooing at them whenever they do anything cute (which is like, 99% of the time).

schlatt never does it in front of you, always wanting to keep up the tough guy image despite him laying on your chest the other night and begging for cuddles.

and you come over one day and hear him from his office, speaking in a completely different tone than you were used to.

"jambo, you're such a sleepy guy! a sleepy guy! c'mon bud, let's go eat."

you have to resist the urge to squeal. "j, i'm here!" you shout, not acknowledging what you just heard, 'cause you knew he would be so embarrassed.

"oh, um, coming!"

and the second time you hear him, he's just. standing right by the apartment door, the other guy in his arms. "ohhh look at how handsome you are! with your little fangs, too big for your mouth!"

he doesn't notice you're standing right there, phone out and filming him cooing over the cat. until you clear your throat.

"um. i mean. look at this dude. wow."

"i heard you, j, don't deny it. you're a sap."

"i am not!"

"you are." jambo walks into the area. you 'pspsps' in his direction, causing him to look over at you and walk to you. "your dad's a softie, right jambo?" the orange cat meows in response, nuzzling his head into your hand as you pet him.

"I AM NOT!"

"jambo said so, stop lying."

#kasey <3 #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader #schlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt fic #jschlatt fanfic #i love writing fics w the cats it's so cute

[kaseyskat]

hi guys... this is not a post i wanted to be making but yesterday i was in a minor car accident- i’m fine, but my car is. not </3 and with a $6.5k estimate on the repairs plus no way of getting to work reliably, these next few months are gonna be difficult for me. but! my birthday is tomorrow and if you like the work i’ve done and want to support me as a birthday present, my ko-fi is linked below- between bills to pay and the repairs, anything will help !

https://ko-fi.com/kaseycat

#kasey rambles #Boost #id open writing comms but the whiplash fucked with my shoulder a bit and im about to have to work my ass off #im not even really upset about the accident im just upset about my car i love my car so bad

[tea-moon-ster]

Courage, dear heart

hello! have some Kasey/Alex angst set during SW. that ginger took rainbow tape out at All Stars and you can't tell me Kasey didn't have a little crisis when he saw. read it on ao3 here. all characters belong to @lumosinlove.

The night of All Stars, Kasey’s brain switched off the moment he saw Alex skate around with rainbow tape around his stick, opening a line of colorful players behind him. And it was unfortunate, because it happened right at the beginning of the night. Kasey hadn’t thought about much else for the few hours spent at Remus’ place, only offering vague comments every now and then. Natalie’s eyes finding his over the Cubs’ heads had been the one thing keeping him at bay.

Then Logan had called his boys, and that’s how they found out. The tape had been Alex’s idea.

Kasey wanted to say something, anything to him. He wrote ten texts or so on his phone, feeling stupidly self-conscious as he erased them all. Hey, Al, nice tape. Hi, loved your idea. Hey, Alex, good gesture. He sighed, wondering how did he always make everything so complicated. And why he’d never had the courage to do something similar.

And now there they were, in Dumo’s backyard, with the Lions’ team and their families surrounding them.

The Lions were going to the finals, and they felt invincible.

The air was electric even outside of the rink, following them everywhere and rising every time they met. Kasey could see it in Thomas’ grin, in the little jumps Finn made any time he was on his feet. Leo told him it was a mixture of things for him. We’re so close, and my parents are here, and I have two boyfriends, can you believe it? Because I can’t. I feel like I could climb the Everest in one morning. Kasey shared that excitement, but he had to admit that it was nowhere near to the thrill of his first seasons in the league. It tasted bitter in his mouth. Most things about hockey did, now. Leo’s sparkling eyes had brought fresh air in hockey, at least for Kasey, and he was glad for it. A little push to go on until he couldn’t.

And Alex was there.

 I wouldn’t miss it, he’d said. How ever it goes. He was standing by a bush with Timmy and Olli, and Kasey couldn’t hear their conversation, but they were laughing and shaking their heads. He never failed to make people laugh.

Kasey saw the moment Alex’s eyes spotted him, leaning against the wall. He watched him excuse himself with a warm smile and one last joke. His eyes followed him to the drinks table, and saw him grab two beers. He came to lean next to him and handed him one without a word.

Kasey took a sip as they watched the sun go down, drawing golden stripes on the surface of the pool. It was still too cold to jump in, but just standing next to it built the vibrant energy of the beginning of summer. Air of anticipation really was everywhere, these days.

Kasey stole a quick glance of Alex.

The same man standing in front of him had convinced half the players at All Stars to wear rainbow tape relying on sheer force of initiative, and a great deal of courage. Even if Kasey had been surprised to see it, he realized, looking back, that there really was no reason for it. Everything about Alex translated into actions, and watching him skate around and wave his hand at the fans with pride tape, he couldn’t see a difference between him and the boy he’d fallen in love with. The boy he’d shared playful glances in the locker room with, that made him laugh loud and messy, with the little snort, and that took him for long walks on the beach every time he played in Florida. Seeing colorful stripes on his stick had moved Kasey more than he cared to admit. What does it mean, and were you thinking of me?

Of course, Natalie had noticed, too. Natalie noticed everything and she was good at not making a big deal out of things. Kasey loved how she’d immediately understood whatever was going on between him and Alex, and how she’d kissed him gently after. It’s okay if you have love for both of us. Gentler than he could ever be with himself.

That night, they’d shared a surprised look as everyone commented the tape and the players, and he’d seen her gaze going from him to Alex-in-the-TV as she tried to figure it out with him. Was it a message? Or simple support? They’d held hands in silent reassurance, wondering what it all meant.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence—Alex was good at those, too- Kasey cleared his throat. He stole a glimpse of the redhead’s golden profile against the setting sun, serene and warm.

“Sick tape,” he blurted out. “At All Stars. Logan said it was your idea.”

Alex’s eyes darted on him, as if looking for something. But it was just for a moment. Then the usual lively grin crept in, for him to relax into.

“Yeah. I thought your captain could use some support, you know?”

Kasey turned to glance at Sirius, standing on the other side of the garden, smiling at something Adele was telling him. Remus was there, holding hands in a newfound sweetness that was delightful to see. Kasey swore it had all seemed impossible until it happened.

“He really did,” he nodded. “I’m glad he had it. It meant a lot.” Kasey stopped before adding to Cap, because they both knew that it wasn’t just that. It meant a lot to me.

Alex nodded, maybe not sure on how to answer. He looked around, and his smile softened when he found the Cubs over the snacks table. Finn had an arm around Leo’s waist, talking a mile a minute, while the other two were looking at him smitten happy. Kasey studied the redhead in front of him as he looked fondly at them.

“And, you know, it wasn’t just for Sirius. For Finn, too. And his boys.” He shook his head, smiling. “You know, Finn called me the morning of All Stars, all excited, saying Alex, big ass news, I’m so happy I’m gonna die, and told me everything.” He took a sip of his beer, eyes returning to Kasey with a raised eyebrow. “Well. I already knew something was up between him and Logan, like, ages ago. I was waiting for him to tell me. And he did, so I felt like I needed to show him that it was okay. On and off the ice.”

Kasey thought back at All Stars night, when eight people had crumpled into Loop’s living room. How Finn had shouted That’s my big brother, and the way his eyes were shining in front of the tv. Kasey had allowed himself to linger on those eyes for a few moments, while everyone else focused on the screen, thinking about the twin pair that Alex bore. He remembered their warmth on his skin, shining like a jewel in the sun. Kasey thought about those eyes a lot.

Bring your eyes on me and I’ll wear your stares like the most precious stones, an old song played in his mind. He didn’t remember the name.

Alex bit his lip, sobering, and those wonderful eyes moved to his shoes. His voice came out lower this time, a vulnerability that people didn’t get to see often.

“And—you know. I had to do it for myself, too.”

Kasey felt a wave of heat rushing to his head, his heartbeat growing faster. He tightened his grip around the beer, only for the icy glass to send shivers down his spine. But Alex looked calm—like he always did.

“I just thought, what’s the point, you know? ‘S not my problem if someone cares.”

He paused for a moment, and everyone else would have thought that he was waiting for a reply from Kasey. But Kasey knew he didn’t. Alex never expected anything from him. And in that moment, Kasey was glad, because he felt petrified.

Alex sent him a small, reassuring smile. Why was he reassuring him and not the opposite, Kasey wasn’t sure.

“I’m not gonna do a big coming out. I’ll just…stop hiding, I guess.”

Then he looked up, and snorted, shaking his head as he’d just told the most amusing joke. He took another sip. Kasey could see his ears blushing as he ripped off a corner of the beer’s label.

“I mean, nothing’s really gonna change, and there’s nothing to hide. But still.”

He said the last words with his usual calm, nonchalant serenity. He threw Kasey a helpless smile, and then returned to watching the people around them as if the conversation had never taken place.

That was what Kasey had never understood. What he’d never comprehended, what he could never do.

How Alex could appear, bright and warm and wonderful, throw a few smiles and jokes around, be what people needed him to be, and then drop bombs like that. Nothing’s really gonna change. There’s nothing to hide. And then he returned to normal, like his own words, his feelings, didn’t matter more than chitchats about the weather.

Kasey just looked at him.

Nothing’s really gonna change.

Alex had never been one for holding back. He’d never been afraid of what he felt, and at the same time he’d never expected anything in return. He just felt, and loved, in his warm and easy way, without taking or holding anything against him.

Kasey was the reason nothing would change. He knew it in his heart.

He knew it every time someone tried to ask Alex about eventual partners, or dates, hookups even, and he just shrugged and smiled. Nothing significant. Not really my thing.

He knew it every time they met or talked on the phone, and Alex inevitably asked about Natalie, but then he’d stay quiet for a bit.

Alex hurt quietly, and Kasey knew, and hurt even more quietly, and none of them would do anything about it.

Alex loved Kasey. He wouldn’t need to come out if it wasn’t Kasey at his side, simply because he didn’t want another man. So, nothing would really change. And the redhead looked like he didn’t mind.

Kasey could swear he was going to go crazy.

Did he know Kasey loved him back? They’d never spoken about it enough for the goalie to understand it, let alone about Nat’s feelings, or their deep conversations about love and guilt and pain the middle of the night. Did he know they watched all his games, traced his helmet on the screen with their fingers? That they whispered his name, like a secret just for the two of them?

Kasey just looked at him, even if it hurt to stare at a soul that didn’t know how to love without hurting. Or how much love and sleepless nights bore his name.

After a moment of silence too long, Alex must have felt Kasey’s stare on him, because he turned, and his smile softened.

“Oh, Kase, don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, really. I just meant…there’s nothing to notice, you know? But it’s fine.”

Kasey looked at him with pleading eyes, even if he didn’t really know what he needed from him. To stop talking, to stop caring, to stop being so nice about it.

Alex sighed, rolling his eyes back, his expression dropping for a second. He took a breath before wearing his smile again.

“Listen, let’s forget it. I just wanna have a good time with my friend, alright? Haven’t hung out in forever, you and I,” he said, nudging their shoulders together. He paused for a second, before taking another sip. “Hey, what are you doing at the end of the month? You know, after you and your team get your hands on that shiny thing.”

Kasey hurriedly looked around for some wood to knock on, but had to settle for the wooden piles under their feet, forming a path to the pool. He gently tapped one with his shoe a few times, ignoring Alex’s disbelieving scoff, and shrugged.

“Dunno,” he said, a small smile returning to his face. “Nothing planned yet.”

Alex grinned. “Well, in that case,” and Kasey rolled his eyes at the old joke, “I have the house at the Hamptons to myself for, huh, a long time. If you wanna come, with Nat of course, I’d be happy to have you two.”

Kasey looked in the crowd by the pool for Natalie, and found her with her feet in the water, talking to Katie as the she moved her tiny feet energetically, sending splashes all around them. The grip in his throat loosened a bit. He nodded.

“I’ll ask her, but you already know the answer.”

“Great,” Alex grinned, leaving a pat on his shoulder. “I’m gonna go grab another beer, want one?”

Try four or five. “I’m good, thanks.”

He returned the smile as Alex walked away, taking away with him a bit of the warmth in Kasey’s body. He let out a sigh, gulping down too much beer at once, and then looked around for a bit. There was something in spring nights that always made tears burn more as they sat stubbornly still at the corner of his eyes.

He glanced at Natalie again, and realized she’d been looking at him for a while, a frown worrying her brows. He bit the inside of his cheek, maintaining eye contact. He didn’t feel like shaking his head and scrolling it off. He didn’t have it in him, not that night. Not after that conversation. And in all honesty, he was tired of dismissing pain like nothing could scrap him.

So, he just shrugged helplessly and made a discrete hand gesture that meant later. She nodded, not fully convinced. Love you, she mouthed. He mouthed it back, and she finally focused on Katie again when he sent her a little smile—more like an imperceptible raise of a corner of the mouth, but she knew him.

He then glanced at the Cubs, still by the snacks table, where Finn was trying to make Logan dance to the rhythm of a low background song. Tremzy looked like he was protesting, but he let the redhead move them, nevertheless. Leo, leaned on the table, was filming them with a smile of his own.

They looked so happy, Kasey thought, glancing back at Natalie, and then searching for Alex, now chatting with Noelle and Thomas.

Kasey looked at the Cubs again, and then at his girlfriend, and then at the man he loved, and decided there was something he could do. Or at least try. He’d talk to Natalie that night, in the quiet comfort of their bedroom. They would figure something out.

Something could change.

.

.

.

#lumosinlove #lou's writing #sweater weather lumosinlove #o'darwin #alex o'hara #kasey winter #kasey/alex

[kckenobi]

What do you think would have happened to Obi-Wan if he hadn't had Luke to look after following the fall of the order?

Honestly, I think he might have been less disheartened than we see him in the Kenobi series. Because yes, he has his purpose in watching over Luke, yes, there's a new hope that will emerge and all that...but he is also completely isolated from everyone and everything that once fulfilled him.

If he wasn't the one watching over Luke, I wonder if he might have joined the rebellion in a more visible way. I mean, obviously he still would've needed to recon with all his guilt and trauma about Anakin and all that he's lost. Which we see in the Kenobi series that he starts to do, but it happens because he feels purposeful again. If he hadn't spent those years on Tatooine, it might have happened a little sooner—that processing and healing, but with friends and allies to help him through it. Maybe he'd be working with Bail, and eventually Leia, or Kanan and Hera and the Ghost crew. Maybe he'd be doing something else entirely.

But I don't think it's Obi-Wan's natural tendency to hunker down and hide away—unless it's what he absolutely needs to do. What brings him back to life is seeing that there are people out there who care about making the galaxy better and actually believe they can do it. They are doing it. And I think Obi-Wan would want to be a part of that.

#and maybe....maybe.....I'll write a fic about it #asks #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi #kasey screams about kenobi

[sleepy--anon]

Day 5: I'm Not Ticklish

You can still reserve unmarked days

Reserved by @kasey-writes-stuff

This one's a little short

Punz felt like if he rolled his eyes any more they'd roll all the way back. He'd even given himself a headache. George had decided to play 20 questions with Punz weather he wanted to play or not. Questions ranging from favorite food to most embarrassing childhood memory. They both laid on his carpet, Punz on his back and George on his side.

"Ooooo! We've never asked you, where's your tickle spot?" George asked incredibly nonchalantly. In his defense, the dream team had thrown around that question when they first moved in together and answered honestly.

"I don't know what you’re talking about George, I'm not ticklish" Punz lied through his teeth, hoping he'd get away with it, but this is George we're talking about.

"Bullshit! There is no way you aren't! Come on! Just answer it and I'll leave you be" Punz shrugged his shoulders and just laid there, arms behind his head, eyes closed, and surprisingly stretched out. George narrowed his eyes at the blonde before poking at his underarms. Punz swallowed his initial squeak, forcing himself to be as still as possible as he clamps his lips shut.

"Come on Punz~ no use in hiding, I know you’re ticklish~ if you won't tell me where it is, I'll just find it~" George teased in his ear as he walked his fingers down his ribs. Punz's face cracked a little bit but he managed to get it back, his shoulder twitched at the tingly feeling on his ear. George was now closely watching Punz’s every move, he would get no leniency. He noticed how when he got to his lower side he twitched to right, George paused for a moment, flicking his eyes up to Punz who kept his eyes shut, attempting to appear unbothered.

"Bingo~" Was the last thing Punz heard before George jumped on his and massaged his thumbs into his hips. Punz’s damn broke, his eyes flew open, his hands shot to his wrists, his back arched, and he broke out into hysterical laughter.

"This it isn't it Punzy boy~? Hmm~?" Punz could only kick, squirm, scream, and laugh his little heart out because George would not relent.

"Answer me Punz~ is this it or should I keep looking~" Punz pulled at his hands and weakly slapped his arms, clearly being entirely sapped of energy. George slowed to little pulses so he could speak, he waited expectantly.

"OhohohOHOKAHAY! Yehehehes, THAHAHAHAT'S ihihit! PLEHEHEHEASE!" George, finally satisfied with his answer, hops off him, ruffling his hair.

"If I find out you're lying later it won't look good for you bud~"

"Look man, my thighs and knees are just as bad, it's that whole lower part of me, you found it now shush!"

#kasey tag #kasey writes stuff #augtickletober2023 #lee!punz #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sleepy's fics

[cal-puddies]

Kiss Full of Color Makes me Wonder Where You've Always Been // Luke Hemmings

notes: So this was supposed to be another collab but as @kindahoping4forever mentioned, I was feeling it and Crystal didn't want to interrupt the flow. She did the graphic and is amazing so show her some love too! :) Anyway, we're here to continue our confirmed mind loss in the Luke Lane.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke coming in hot with first sex in an established relationship (like it's the first time they are sleeping together not like first time first time.) there is some dirty talk but it's not filthy, just sweet.

Word Count: 4290

Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

You grumble as you turn over once again, exhausted but unable to sleep. You open your eyes to peek at the clock and grumble again when you see how little time has passed since you last looked. This night feels endless.

Your eyes flicker over to the nightstand and you run through your mental catalog of toys in the drawer, wonder if there’s something in there that could maybe lull you to sleep with an orgasm. You sigh, knowing that’s been a dead end recently. It’s not what you really want.

Your mind naturally lands on the subject of your new boyfriend, Luke. You’ve been dating for a few months now but he’s been gone for most of it, writing a new album with his band. You’ve gotten to know each other quite well via texting and phone calls and you know enough to know you really like him but there’s still a sweet sense of hesitation when it comes to being physical. You’ve fooled around a bit, gotten each other off both in person and on the phone, but you haven’t had sex, haven’t even been naked together yet, which is why it feels a bit weird to be considering calling him at 2AM. In any other context, this would definitely be seen as a booty call.

You shrug, hoping he’ll understand your intentions are pure. You grab your phone and send off a “Hey.” Before you can even set it back down, your screen is lighting up in the dark: he’s calling. 

“I was literally just thinking about you,” he says warmly. “Didn’t think you’d still be awake.”

You grin because hearing his voice is actually quite nice. “Eh… having trouble sleeping. What are you up to?”

“Actually, I just got home… you wanna come over? I’m sure we could find something to wear you out.” 

You swear you can hear the dirty grin in his voice and you smile, letting your mind wander to the last encounter you had with him before he left town. His broad, shirtless frame hovering over you in a hot and heavy make out session, you sinking your teeth into his shoulder while the two of you ground your hips together, leading up to him going down on you and you reciprocating. It fueled your personal fantasies and your phone sex sessions for weeks afterward.

“It’s late,” you chuckle. Your words are protesting but your body is moving around your room, changing into denim shorts, putting on a bra and looking for a cute top. You weren’t necessarily trying to impress him but you also didn’t want him to think you were a slob. 

“But you’re not sleeping and neither am I… plenty of room in this bed if you do get tired…” He lets his point hang there, almost like he knows you’re actually thinking it over. “It’s also late enough that traffic won’t be an issue and if you come here, we don’t have to worry about waking up your roommate.” 

“Seems like you’ve got an answer for everything… are you trying to take advantage of me?” You joke, already packing a bag to take with you. 

“I don't think I’d call it taking advantage… seem to remember you inviting yourself into my lap last time I saw you,” he jokes. “But if you truly just wanna come sleep in my bed, I’m fine with that too. I'd just like to see ya.” 

“Are you asking me to sleep over?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess I am. You coming?” 

“I’m already out the door, Hemmings.” 

“I guess I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.” 

Luke leans against the door frame, wearing a well worn shirt, holes displaying his skin, and loose basketball shorts. When you’re within arms reach, he grins and reaches for you, cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. “Hi,” he murmurs, pulling you inside. 

“Hey,” you smile at him. He grabs your bag and takes it to his room while you kneel to pet Petunia. 

He pads back out to where you are. “Want wine or anything?” He asks. 

“Uh… sure, a glass could be nice,” you agree. He grabs your hand to lead you to the kitchen and you notice the house is mostly dark, save for a couple lamps emitting a soft glow. 

You watch him effortlessly reach for a couple glasses and he picks a bottle from the wine rack. He hands it to you: it’s red and definitely more expensive than anything you’d buy, but you nod. He pours the glasses and hands you one, making eye contact. 

His blue eyes were absolutely the first thing you’d noticed about him, followed by how broad he was. But you couldn’t say what you liked more now that you’d gotten your hands on him. 

You stand and sip for a moment before he wraps his arm around you and walks you to his room. It’s brighter in the room and his suitcase is on the floor and open, clearly rummaged through. 

“I missed you, you know,” he murmurs, pulling you in by the waist. 

“I missed you,” you admit, hugging him. He kisses the top of your head as his arm tightens around you. 

He holds you for a little longer before sitting on his bed. He watches as you look around his room. “Oh… you’ve never been in here before, have you?” 

“Nope,” you shake your head. “I think this is only the third time I’ve been to your house at all.”

He pulls you over and sets the wine glasses on the bedside table. His hands rest on the back of your thighs while your arms immediately go around his neck. 

His head tilts back and he looks up at you, you push his curls off his face and lean in for a kiss, letting your fingers gently scratch at his scruff. He lets out a quiet moan and pulls back just enough to say “Yeah.” Before you realize what’s happening, he’s sliding his hands down and smoothly pulling from behind your knees so you’ll straddle him. 

“Oh!” You yelp with surprise. 

He smiles wide as you settle onto his lap. His hands caress your waist and you lean in for another kiss. He quickly deepens it and you tangle your fingers in his curls, enjoying the contact and the kissing and his hot little moans when you bite his lip. 

His hands move down to your ass, giving a squeeze, you drop your hands to his waist and gently push under the hem of his shirt, grazing your fingertips along his sides, gently stroking his skin with your thumbs. He lets out a soft sigh and you decide that you want to hear all his noises. You’re sure you’ve heard a lot of them, probably even most of them, but you want more to power those nights when he’s away. 

He interrupts your thought process, pulling out of the kiss to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off. He leans in to kiss you but you pull back, trying to get a good look at his shirtless frame. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not…” he starts. 

You grin at him and shake your head, “I just wanna look at you. Trying to familiarize myself with the expanse of your shoulders.” You drag your fingers from his neck across his shoulders. “Your freckles…” 

He takes a deep breath, smiling softly at you. “Take your time.” You lean in to kiss him, relaxing your body against him. You gently scratch through his chest hair and his fingers work at the buttons on your shirt. “You’re gorgeous, y’know,” he murmurs.

“And you're incredibly handsome.” You rest your forehead against his as he pushes your shirt off your shoulders; you shrug it the rest of the way off and he starts kissing on the newly exposed skin. 

It’s when he grabs you by your hips and tosses you onto your back that you decide that if he’s ready for sex tonight, then you definitely are too. He lays next to you and you kiss his nose before slotting your lips together. 

Luke drags his hand up your body, tucking his fingertips under the hem of your bralette as his lips work down your neck. His hand engulfs your breast, fingers tugging your nipple. It’s the first time you realize he’s got his rings on because they feel so cool against your skin. 

“Lu,” you moan, taking a couple shallow breaths. 

He pushes up and sits back on his heels. He freezes with his hand on your breast, his other hand midway through pushing up your thigh. “Sorry,” he pants. “Do you wanna stop?” 

“Quite the opposite, handsome.” You snap the waist of his shorts with one hand and your other encourages him to continue massaging you. You tease, “Is it usually your instinct to stop when a girl moans for you?” 

He smiles. “Just don’t want to push too far,” he replies, letting his fingers graze over the front of your panties through the leg of your shorts. “It’s been a while since we've done anything together… in person, anyway. Just wanna make sure we want the same things.”

“I was gonna tease you for being shy but asking for consent is actually so fucking hot,” you groan, pushing your hips against his hand. “I promise you’ll know if I want to stop… but right now I’m ready to hear all your sounds and dirty words in person,” you admit, reaching your hand out to gently run your fingertips over his stomach.  

He shudders at your touch, but stays where he’s at, his fingers still slowly and lightly brushing over the front of your panties. He eyes you closely as he pushes the fabric out of the way in favor of sliding his fingers through your folds. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, grinning as you watch him curiously, “You taste better than I remember,” he comments as a cocky smirk crosses his features. 

“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come down here and take care of me?” 

“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” He grins and leans back in, pressing his lips to yours. He tugs at the button on your shorts and you lift your hips so he can pull them down and toss them across the room. You grab his face and pull him into another kiss, but it doesn’t last long. 

His lips move down your neck, marking your collarbone. “Thought about you a lot while I was gone,” he mumbles. “Thought about that night before I left… how wet you got for me. Came just thinking about getting you to make those noises for me again.”

“Thought about you like that too, Lu… so noisy while I sucked your cock… such a turn on.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, arching your body into his kisses and touch, the dirty words comfortably spilling from your lips after weeks of phone sex. 

He looks up at you, wide smile spreading across his face briefly before his lips press between your ribs. Both hands work on pushing your bra up so he can take it off of you. He looks you over quickly before leaning back into you to mouth over your breasts, finally sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

Luke adjusts, putting a thigh between yours and you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his shorts. You push his curls off his forehead and he looks up at you, eyes intense and full of lust. He pulls his mouth off, switches sides and uses his tongue to tease your nipple, circling it, flicking over it, never dropping eye contact. 

You arch into him again, moaning at the fresh friction from the new placement of his thigh, he moans out too, squeezing his eyes closed. 

You drag your fingertips over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. “Fuck Lu… missed the weight of you.” 

“Missed your dirty little whines… been thinking about the way you’d take my cock, how tight and wet your pussy would feel around me,” he rasps, kissing down your body. He makes it to your belly button before you pull him back up by his hair. “How you’d look riding me…”

You moan out against his mouth. “Been thinking about that too.” Your words come out breathy as you grind against him and work your lips against his jaw, up to his ear, pulling his head back for better access. “Your hands on me, everywhere… grabbing my ass, you watching your cock disappear into me while I bounce on it, nails digging into your chest…” His hips hit extra hard at that and he strangles out a moan.

“Oh… fuck,” he groans as your teeth graze down his neck. His breath is shaky. “Wanna know how you’d sound, look, while I drive my hips up into you,” he moans. “Watch bruises form on your skin from how tight I hold you.”

You can feel the wet spot from his precum on your thigh and you reach down to cup his cock through his shorts. “Jesus, Lu, you’re gonna have us both cumming before either of us gets naked,” you groan, rolling your hips against his. 

His breath is ragged as he presses your lips together. The kiss is slow and his body stills, allowing him to clear his head. “Mmm… you’re right babe, we gotta slow this down. Wanna enjoy you.” He kisses down your body, this time taking your underwear off. He kisses on both of your thighs, marking one and making sure to give you beard burn on the other, knowing you like that. He finally licks up the juices pooling at your entrance. Your body shudders at the feeling and his grip tightens at your hip and around your thigh. “I’ve got you, sweet thing,” he soothes. “You taste so damn good… so wet… bet I could just…” His voice trails off as he slowly presses two fingers into you. “Yeah… thought so,” he murmurs, easily working them in and out. 

You look down at him, watching him both concentrated and amazed at how easily he’s able to work his fingers in and out of you. You wipe both hands over your face because you feel so damn good… and then his lips wrap around your clit and your hips buck and you claw at any skin of his you can reach. “Oh, oh… Lu… baby… please.” 

He hums against you, amused, happy to have a moment to calm his body so he can thoroughly enjoy wrecking you. He keeps his fingers working at a moderate pace, curling into the spot that makes you pull at his curls, buck your hips and try desperately to push his face closer to you. His fingers continue but he pulls his lips away. You whine desperately and his eyes light up with joy. You watch him devilishly lick his lips, knowing your eyes are concentrated on him - he’s driving you wild and he knows it. “That’s good, babe,” he praises. “Gonna cum for me?” 

The teasing lilt in his voice is even hotter in person than it was on the phone and then there’s the smirk that accompanies it that you didn’t get to see before. Your teeth are sunk so deep in your lip you’re sure you should be bleeding. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yes… please, Lu.” 

His lips wrap back around your clit, fingers still working. He doesn’t bother trying to hold your hips down because he’s particularly fond of your sounds and the way you tug his hair. He hears the whine he knows well and it’s even better in person than it is over the phone. Your chest heaves and you clench around his fingers. He moans at the feeling but quickly withdraws. He slows his tongue down, working you through the orgasm until you're pushing him away. 

You tug his hair to pull him up, grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss. “Missed your mouth,” you moan. 

“You taste so so good.”

“You got condoms?” You ask, blinking innocently up at him. You watch his face soften briefly and he rests above you on his elbows. 

“We don’t have to go there…” 

You squeeze his hips. “Lu, we’ve got like four options here: We call it a night, I blow you, you go jerk off or we could finally have sex since you’re finally going to be home for more than three days.” Your fingers pull up his sides and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. “And I’d prefer the last option… if you want to, of course.” 

“Of course I want to,” he replies, slotting your lips together. He sits back on his heels, smiling widely at you, and you run your hands up his thighs under his shorts. He reaches into the nightstand and tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed. 

You lick your lips as you move your hands up, over the tent in his shorts, to his hips. You slip your hands into the waistband and he quickly gets the point; he hops up off the bed, shimmying the shorts off. You hear the dull thud of his cock hitting his stomach and then he’s standing stark naked in front of you. 

You sit up on your knees to take in the sight of him: he looks deliciously contradictory, somehow both angelic and sinful. His large, intimidating frame looms over you while his soft curls fall perfectly in his face, despite your hands tugging at them every which way. His blue eyes shine with both affection and lust, his tongue that just made you see stars peeks out from between his perfectly pink lips. The mark you’ve left on his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his expansive shoulders, broad chest, the thick tufts of hair on his chest… there’s so much you want to get your hands on immediately but you want to stop and appreciate him more. “You look like you could eat me up right now,” he hums with a grin. 

You smile up at him, reaching out to trace the puzzle piece tattoo on his ribs before pulling him in by his hips to look for more tattoos you hadn’t gotten to see before. You nip at his belly button appreciatively, run your fingers over his inked skin, stopping specifically to trace over his thigh tattoo. 

 His hand smooths over your hair. “Honey,” he murmurs, waiting for you to make eye contact. “First time naked together and I feel like you’re just here for the tattoos,” he quips, smiling. 

“There’s just so much to see… appreciate… and I definitely do appreciate what I’m seeing,” you flirt, dragging your fingertips up his thigh, grazing the underside of his cock.

“Well… I like the way you're looking at me,” he rasps. Both hands tuck into your hair as he cradles your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock and he shudders. “I’m not gonna be able to take much more,” he admits, looking at you, still holding your face. 

You pull him onto the bed with you. “Then let’s stop stalling.” 

He pulls you in for another kiss and then the two of you are moving, trying to figure out positioning. It takes a few minutes before you're both laying back, heads on the same pillow, soft open mouth kisses while your hands explore a little more. He squeezes your ass and pulls you tighter against his body and that’s what ultimately gets you to roll him onto his back so you can straddle him. 

“This OK for you?” You ask, reaching for the condom and lube. 

“If it’s what you want,” he breathes. “I’ve got no problem with this. Gorgeous girl, great view…” You hand him the lube and unwrap the condom; you lean in to kiss him and roll the condom on  while he pushes two lube covered fingers into you to spread it around. 

You moan as he twists his fingers around and when he pulls out, you push yourself up and steady yourself against his firm chest with one hand, using the other to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, positioning at your entrance. You slowly start to take his cock, having to do a few shallow bounces before taking more of him, again and again until he’s bottomed out. 

His head is already thrown back, eyes screwed shut, a slight pant leaving his lips. One hand grips tightly around your hip while the other cups your face, thumb tugging your bottom lip.

He whimpers as you roll your hips, a quiet moan leaves your mouth too. His eyes open and he finds you quickly, watching your body as you find a rhythm that causes both of you to moan. He doesn’t let go of your hip - in fact, you can feel the bruise forming - but his free hand explores your body. 

You watch him watch you, his eyes are all over your body, fascinated as his cock disappears inside you, the way your body moves, working to bring pleasure to you both. He groans, “You feel so good.”

“Luke,” you gasp, slowing down a bit.

He bites his lip and asks, “Babe, can I?” You nod, lids half closed. He grips your hips and pushes you up a bit, planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up into you. He quickly speeds up and you drop your hands to his chest, bracing yourself for the way his hips pound into yours, the slapping of skin just barely louder than the whimpers falling from your lips, the moaning and groaning from his. 

You somehow pick up on his familiar whine, between all the other noises in the room, your own included. 

“Holy fuck.” He cries out and you watch him strain for a couple more thrusts before making a deliciously dirty sound as he cums into the condom. He drops his hips back to the bed and gives you an extra tight squeeze at your hips.

You collapse forward on his chest. “Feel good, baby? Sound so fuckin’ good when you cum,” you pant, kissing on his neck, scratching your fingers through his chest hair. 

“Yeah… yeah.” He nods, finally letting go of your hips. You push up and lay next to him, kissing him passionately. “Noticed you weren’t making your typical noises,” he points out quietly. 

“Nah… but it always takes me a while to finish with new partners… plus you gave me a killer orgasm before, so…” you shrug, pecking his lips. You notice the concern in his eyes and reassure him, “Don’t think it wasn’t pleasurable for me just because I didn’t, Lu. You felt amazing and I can’t wait for us to do this more. But I’m happy to finish myself for now.” 

“I’d be happy to help,” he offers, face going a little red. 

You cup his face and offer him another soft kiss. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and then we’ll see about me.” 

You’re still catching your breath when Luke comes back and he very quickly climbs on the bed, pulling you over and onto your side, hooking your leg over his hip. He kisses you as his fingers sneak between your thighs. “Mmm…” he hums. “Still wet for me.” 

Luke’s lips kiss along your jaw until he’s nipping your earlobe and his two fingers push back into you as his thumb toys with your clit, quickly working you up again. You almost expect him to pick up into dirty talk again but instead he meets your moans into his ear with moans of his own, quickly hurtling you toward orgasm. You pull him closer, suddenly needing to feel his body against yours. His chest hair rubbing against your nipples is unlike any sensation you’ve ever felt before and it pushes you over the edge.

“Oh fuck… Luke,” you moan. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, teeth sinking into his chest as you try to muffle the desperate whine you let out as you cum. His fingers slow, thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as you come down. 

You look up and the two of you share several slow kisses. He pulls his fingers away and cradles you closer to his body, letting you catch your breath. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before showing you into the bathroom to clean up. 

“Wanna shower or anything?”

You stretch your arms above your head, standing on your tiptoes, letting out a big yawn. “Nope, as promised, I’m worn out.” 

When you wander back into his room, Luke is sitting against the headboard under the blankets. He smiles big at you and holds his arms out, “C’mere, honey.” 

You’re instantly across the room, fitting yourself against him. He takes the moment to nuzzle his nose with yours. “I really enjoyed this, Lu,” you murmur into his neck. 

“I’m glad you came over.” He squeezes you, kissing your forehead. He feels you yawn against him and announces, “Alright, time for bed.” He pulls the blanket down next to him and you crawl inside. He tucks you in, turns off the lights and presses himself against your back. 

“So… round two in a few hours?” There’s a teasing in your voice but when you look back at him, he presses a kiss to your lips in eager agreement. “Good night, handsome,” you yawn, finally drifting off to sleep as Luke gently rubs your back. 

#5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #Luke hemmings smut #cal-puddies writes #kiss full of color makes me wonder where you’ve always been #yes the title is from a Kasey musgraves song #yes I love this couple too #yes please leave feedback #as always #thank you

[grim-echoes]

Any thoughts on what's up with the Accelerated Dynamics nightmare dungeon? The obvious surface is about corporate greed, but how does that relate directly to Jimmy's life like the other nightmare dungeons do?

i've been slacking on the analysis posts a hell of a lot but this is one of the dungeons i've been looking for an opportunity to talk about because it's another one of those inclusions in jatpm that i think gets overlooked because it doesn't have an immediately obvious interpretation like some others do (or, as obvious as is possible for your average jimmy fan). i've done a lot of thinking about it, and a while back had this realization (slight tw for very very brief suicide mention, also obvious spoilers ahead):

kasey definitely put a lot of his own personal grievances with capitalism into accelerated dynamics, but in my opinion it's an incomplete picture without taking megatropolis as a whole into consideration. terminal illness is extremely costly to treat and particularly in the US, it's (in my experience) much more terrifying to imagine being unable to afford the cost of healthcare than it is to actually fall ill and require treatment. even with insurance covering the cost of medical supplies and bills most people continue to struggle to feed, clothe, and house themselves, and that's assuming they do have health insurance that covers the right necessities to begin with.

i say this because i doubt jimmy's cancer treatment was at all affordable given that he's already been through chemotherapy once before, and has spent the entirety of his second battle comatose while his family continues to work not just to support themselves, but to try and save his life. this isn't to argue that money troubles were absolutely a factor in his family's life because of his illness because we don't know much at all about their financial situation--more that this is a terrifying reality for many, many families fighting illnesses, and megatropolis is representative of something that jimmy and his family don't have the luxury of anymore: leisure.

accelerated dynamics is set in a sprawling city landmarked by arcades, shopping malls, theaters, toy company headquarters, and a massive school campus, all adjacent to a high-class beach resort. it's a stark contrast in atmosphere that was likely very intentional--accelerated dynamics is devoid of personality and wonder in comparison to bonita vista or even shinryu and features workplace ambience as its area theme and visuals of skeletal employees hanged outside the office windows. i think a lot of people were incredibly disappointed in mr grouse as a character to see that his humble beginnings had led him to this point, but i think the commentary runs a lot deeper and touches on this incredibly grave aspect of illness and thus jimmy's personal life that can be easy to miss for the trees; mr grouse tells jimmy before the fight that he used to dream of his banking business growing bigger and bigger and that now, with the advent of it having grown so big that it's now expanded into an entire enterprise, he understands the power and influence that money can buy him, but more than anything he now conceptualizes how terrifying it is to lose that wealth.

his dialogue after the fight is an admission that wealth completely and utterly eroded his morals and that jimmy should enjoy his innocence while he can--this is the incomprehensible, horrifying world of adulthood that he couldn't possibly understand at this age--and it's very clear that this is (one of) the intended angle(s) of this dungeon's theme where jimmy will never live long enough to understand the complications of growing older and losing his innocence to concepts like late stage capitalism, but mr grouse phrases his dialogue like an earnest request for reflection, something for jimmy to consider in a way that his brain can more easily deconstruct--think of all the things you could do if you had practically infinite wealth, and the only thing you had to worry about was not having money.

if jimmy and his family had infinite wealth, then maybe they'd be able to afford luxury resorts and theme parks and theaters and shopping trips again. if jimmy and his family had infinite wealth, maybe they wouldn't need to work themselves into an early grave over their child's deathbed.

#i don't know if i worded this the greatest because it's still a struggle for me to write for extended periods #but i articulated as best i could about my thoughts re: capitalism and wealth for this dungeon #like i said the obvious angle here is jimmy being unable to understand the inner workings of adults #and the ways in which they learn to exploit eachother in some bizarre performance of normalcy #but this is an angle i don't ever see anybody exploring #and i think personally that there's a lot of merit to it #from a thematic standpoint at least #if you asked kasey what it meant i think he'd just reiterate the anti-capitalist commentary because that was his primary motivator #jimmy and the pulsating mass #jimmy and the pulsating mass spoilers #jatpm #jatpm spoilers

[aftersparty]

@bardcwn .

" . . . you're coming with me to the gala , right ? there's not a chance i'm going to that thing alone . "

#kasey. #kasey & callum. #<3 u said to write u things so here i am . writing all the things. #bardcwn.

[nycorix]

After seeing the interview where Freddy Carter said he'd choose Inferni as his Grisha power, I have a growing urge to write an au in which Kaz develops Inferni abilities as a whole adult

#shadow and bone #kaz brekker #freddy carter #six of crows #grishaverse au #what if i wrote it. what then #kasey writes #kase rambles #like i dont have 1850322 WIPs already

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Sharing is Caring

another ficlet that is…… not….. ficlet length…. 😬👍

request from @kasey-writes-stuff !! from this ask :)

my girl hannah getting TWO fics just like she deserves 😔✊ and sylvee is featured in this one a bit toooo let’s get a round of applause for sylvee, also like she deserves 💕

switch!hannah, switch!sapnap, feat. george and sylvee, 1.7k words

enjoy!!

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“It’s fucking cold out here, bro, where’s– oh my god, does Han– Hannah still has my fucking hoodie, doesn’t she?” Sapnap spoke aloud, mostly to himself but for anyone who happened to be near him to hear, sliding his phone into his pocket while he looked around to try and spot Hannah.

“Uh…” Sylvee, who was the one person in question that happened to be near him, hummed in thought, putting her hand above her eyes and standing on her toes, tilting her head up to look as well. She pointed forward, where Hannah and George were standing at a crosswalk slightly ahead of them, pulling Sapnap’s attention with her finger. “Looks like it, yeah,” She finalized, dropping her arm, swinging it slightly as they walked the rest of the way towards their other two friends.

“Hey, Hannah, can I have my hoodie back?” He asked when they made it there, stepping in front of the group as the light changed to allow them to get across the street.

“What? No, I’m still using it, you idiot,” She replied, pulling one of the sleeves over her hand and pressing her palm to her chest.

“But I’m fucking cold, and I need it back, so give it back!” Sapnap demanded as he turned around to face the rest of the group again, walking backwards a few steps before everyone else stopped before him.

“No! Take George’s jacket, he’s not even wearing it! And he has a hoodie on anyway!” She argued back, pointing at the jacket draped over George's arm.

“George doesn’t let me wear his clothes anymore!”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t know! ‘Cause he’s a little bitch!”

“No, that’s not even true!” George cut in to defend. “You just keep stealing my stuff and hiding it and then you don’t give anything back when I want it back! So now I don’t share with you anymore.”

“You guys are both so stupid it’s not even funny,” Hannah said with a roll of her eyes.

“You take George’s jacket, then!” Sapnap argued, waving his hand between the two of them.

“That makes literally no sense when I’m already wearing this one! It’s not my fault George won’t give you his shit!” Hannah finished, pushing past Sapnap and starting to walk again, before she was stopped by him grabbing her arm.

“Hannah.”

“Ugh, my god, whaaaaat?!” She groaned exaggeratedly, throwing her head back as she turned to face him again, rolling her head forward to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Hannah…” He said with a serious tone, mirroring her trying expression and tilted head. “I didn’t wanna have to do this, but…”

“Oh, please, I’m soooo scared. What could you possibly do to me that’s so bad?” She tainted, earning a knowing chuckle from both Sylvee and George from where they stood shoulder to shoulder behind Sapnap. She glanced at them, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and interest, before Sapnap continued.

“Hannah… If you don’t give it back, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to tickle you…” He explained, shrugging as if he had no other choice. She squinted at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would…” He replied, taking a step towards her, and she scoffed and turned away to keep walking.

“I don’t believe you for a seco–OND–!” She attempted to continue, but was cut off by a sudden yell when she felt a finger poke her in the side. She whipped around, throwing her hands towards the offending finger and successfully catching Sapnap’s wrist in her grip, glaring at him with wide eyes. “Don’t.”

“I tried to warn you.”

“He did warn you, to be fair,” George cut in again, the look on his face so smug it made Hannah want to punch it off.

“Shut up, George!” She yelled, glaring at him as well, and his smug smile only grew.

“Hannah. I’ll give you one more chance,” Sapnap warned, lifting his free hand up and wiggling his fingers at her. On instinct, she took a half-step back, pushing his arm that was still in her grasp further away.

“You’re being an idiot. I’m not giving it back.”

“Okay. Your funeral.” Sapnap shrugged, before suddenly reaching his free hand forward and clawed his fingers over her tummy, over the fabric of his purple hoodie that she had on.

“Sap!” She yelled, keeping her hold on his wrist with one hand and shooting her other hand to bat at the one doing the tickles. He giggled along with her, keeping the wiggling claw in action even through her pushing and smacking at his arm, relishing in the giggles he received and the pink tint on her cheeks that definitely wasn’t caused by just her makeup. “Nohoho!”

“You know what you have to do, Han,” He reminded her, his hand following her movements as she twisted her torso and took a few steps away.

“Nohoho wahahahay!” She denied again, shaking her head, the long strands of wavy hair left out of her ponytail swaying with her movements. She pushed him away again, but her reprieve only lasted a few seconds before there were fingers poking up and down her side like it was their job. “Sap, stohohohop!”

“You know what you have to do, Hannah, you know what you gotta do,” He explained, chuckling at her reactions and stepping forward with her.

He pulled his hands away for a moment, long enough to make it noticeable even if it was barely a few seconds, before he suddenly tasered both her sides, right at the dip of her waist where her cropped t-shirt ended below the hoodie. She squealed, whipping around fully once again, batting at his attacking fingers with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Her cheeks turned even more pink as she heard the other three chuckle and giggle at her reaction.

“FINE! Fihine, I’ll gihive ihihit back, fuhuck off!” She caved, rolling her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said teasingly, pulling his hands back entirely and letting her calm down.

“You’re actually the most insane person on the planet, do you know that?”

“That’s the goal, thank you,” Sapnap replied with a smug smile, earning himself another scoff and head shake from her. He put one hand back out, gesturing with an upward-facing grabby hand towards the hoodie she still had on. “Give.”

“Fine. Freak.” Hannah pulled her right arm through the sleeve of the hoodie, pulling one half of it over her shoulder before moving to the other side. Sapnap smiled to himself, reaching forward and placing a single poke on the side of her now exposed stomach, making her flinch and whip her head towards him. “Sapnap, I will burn this hoodie in front of you, I swear to god.”

“Okay, sorry! Sorry. I’m done now, I promise.” He put his hands up in surrender, letting Hannah continue to yank the hoodie off and throw it at him, hitting him in the face and making the entire group burst out laughing. “Thank you. Everyone’s happy now,” Sapnap said as he slipped his own hoodie on, grateful that it was still comfortably warm from being worn by another person.

“Yeah, sure, everyone’s happy,” Hannah mumbled with a roll of her eyes, smiling and giggling when Sapnap simply raised his middle finger at her and then began walking towards their destination once again. The rest of the group followed him, Sylvee pushing slightly forward to fall in step with him again and Hannah and George a step behind and to the right.

After a few moments of walking, George cleared his throat, before extending his arm that had his dark red and blue jacket draped over it for Hannah to take.

“Can I?” She asked softly, and he nodded, a small smile on his face. “Thanks, George,” She said with an equally fond smile, making his grow sweetly as she took the jacket off his arm and slid it on, adjusting the sleeves and the collar as they continued walking. “At least someone in this group is my friend and cares if I’m cold!” She said, voice growing louder as she went on, making Sapnap turn his head around to her.

“Shut the fuck up, idiot!”

“You’re the idiot!”

“You’re both idiots!” George replied, making both arguing parties laugh, before Sapnap and Sylvee turned back to their previous conversation, causing George and Hannah to as well. George paused for a moment, chuckling to himself, thinking about his next move. “Hm…”

“What?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him when he didn’t continue. He looked about ready to, then stopped, then he did again, and this time he actually did speak, after a moment of pausing again. “What is it, George?”

“You know you could, like… get him back, right?” He offered, squinting his eyes at her slightly. She considered for a moment, before smiling widely, her eyes growing bigger and more elated as she did so.

“Oh my god,” She began, looking over to Sapnap, then back to George. “You’re right, I actually can!” She wasted absolutely no time, taking a step to her left and another closer to Sapnap, before suddenly digging her pointer fingers and thumbs into the backs of his sides, as well as the dip of his waist, just like he’d done to her.

He squealed immediately, jumping forward and turning around to look at her with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?!”

“Apologize for being a dick.”

“What?! No! Absolutely not!”

“Okay. Your funeral,” She said with a smug smile, before latching her hands into his sides and tummy, squeezing and scribbling and scratching sporadically, going as far as to slip her hands under the hoodie to skitter her nails over his t-shirt to make him squeal and squirm.

“NOHO– Hahannahah!”

“Say you’re sorry!”

“Nohohoho, nehehever!” He laughed, pushing her away and running forward to escape her.

She followed him without question, and the rest of the evening consisted of George and Sylvee watching them chase each other around, playfully grabbing at and laughing with and tickling each other, never seeming to get tired of it, even as they got back to Sapnap’s car and knew the fun had to come to an end.

#thank you for the request kasey!!! #this was so so fun to do i love hannah and sap so much #cals writing #lee!hannah #ler!hannah #lee!sapnap #ler!sapnap #kasey writes stuff

[rabbitsrams]

i have this feeling that schlatt is extremely warm all the time, like if you sit next to him you can feel the heat coming off him. very good for cuddling when its cold tho!! -Kasey

no kasey bc ur so right,,,

wintertime cuddles are always the best bc he’s so warm and he holds you extra close if you’re extra cold🥹

and if ur waiting outside for a bus or smthn, he always makes sure to hug you close so you’re not freezing your ass off

loving to cling onto him to keep warm and him teasing you about it.

“are you huggin’ me just to keep yourself warm?”

“no!” he gives you a look. “partly. it’s also because i love you, dipshit.”

also if your hands get cold easily he always holds them between his hands to warm you up. (as someone who’s hands get cold easily this is a need)

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #it’s like 85 degrees out as i’m writing this lol #how i miss the wintertime #kasey <3

[kaseyskat]

forgot to post this yesterday but uhhhhhh tldr naddpod has consumed my life and i am channeling that into a marcanne eldermourne au which will mean absolutely nothing to everyone save maybe three people but hopefully i can translate the au well enough that yall enjoy it anyways

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“You don't have to do this," Marcy bites, her voice coming out weak and betraying her own fear. "I am your daughter."

"And my own daughter should have known better," her father says in return, with a practiced sigh. "If you tell us where your friend went, perhaps we can reconsider."

Marcy only grits her teeth– her father, surely, can read her own conviction in her eyes.

Truthfully, she was not supposed to be the one on the altar today. When her father learned that Marcy had been learning magic from Anne – Anne, the kind and gentle girl with the silver streaks in her fluffy brown hair, who had been just as much of an outcast as Marcy herself was in this village, who did not have to study in books to light fires and animate objects and could just do it naturally – he had offered Marcy alternative paths but said that Anne had to die, had to be executed, for her bad influence.

How could something so pure as Anne's magic be bad? Marcy, at the age of thirteen, does not understand.

But she had made her choice. She had made the choice in the form of stealing the generous wedding dowry her father had prepped for her, shoving the bags of coin that had been saved for her eventual nuptials into Anne's arms, and she had told Anne to flee, to escape. Marcy had assured her that she could talk her father down.

Marcy was wrong. And now Marcy is going to die and she is going to die knowing that the last time she ever saw her beloved best friend was in the form of fearful eyes tearfully leaving her behind.

#kasey writes stuff #marcanne #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #though she’s only mentioned here #man it’s been a minute since i’ve used amphibia tags #writing is slow rn cause i’m still chugging along listening to naddpod c3 but #soon i’ll be caught up and then. and then.

[mushiewrites]

3 and 4 for lee punz ler dream?

from this post!

my lil blondies <3 my drunz heart <3

3 -  “Let’s see what happens when I touch right here” / 4 - “Not the reaction I was expecting, but this is even better!”

(lee!Punz / ler!Dream : 406 words)

“Let’s see what happens when I touch riiiiight…..here!” Dream held out the word as he waved his hand through the air over Punz, who was trapped between the blonde and the corner of the couch in the dream team’s living room. Suddenly there was a hand squeezing above his knee, pinching hard and fast and making him kick his legs out with a squeal.

“Dream! Stohohop! You’re- you’re beheheing an idiot!” Punz squirmed against the couch cushions, sliding down the seat slightly and hiding his face in his hands as he laughed. He stomped his feet against the ground and shrieked when Dream added his other hand to the mix, now kneading into both of Punz’s thighs to make him scream. 

“Not the reaction I was expecting, but this is even better!” Dream watched as the older boy continued to squirm and kick, giggling along with him when Punz groaned through his laughter at the comment. He continued to thrash under Dream’s hands, sliding down a bit more and causing his hoodie to rise up the more he moved. The strip of pale skin caught his attention immediately, and suddenly a hand was digging into Punz’s lower tummy. 

“NOHOHO!” Punz wailed, stomping against the floor with the purpose of pushing himself back up to adjust his shirt. His hands flung down to grab at the fabric, but it was too late - Dream had snaked his hand under the hoodie, now scribbling up to his ribs as his other hand continued to squeeze at the boy’s thighs. 

“Geez, Punz, you’re really ticklish, huh? Looks like we might have to do some experiments…” 

“WHAHAT?! Nohoho! Fuhuhuck off!” 

“How about under your arms, Punz? Is that a bad spot?” Dream asked, his smirk growing bigger as Punz’s face turned bright red at the question. He watched as Punz subtly pressed his arms tighter to his sides, shaking his head from side to side as nervous giggles poured from him. 

“Oh Punz, don’t you know it’s wrong to lie?” 

Dream’s hands wormed themselves under Punz’s arms before he could answer, making him cry out with a squeak and falling into hysterics almost immediately. As much as Punz pleaded and begged for forgiveness, Dream was determined to explore the blonde boy’s spots and showed him no mercy. They spent the rest of the afternoon like this - Dream exploring all the sensitive spots on his friend as he laughed himself silly.

#kasey writes stuff #asks #lee!punz #ler!dream #im not in love with this at all but I hope you like it kasey!! #mushie drabbles #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[tea-moon-ster]

Love is in the Air

hello! this is a sickfic from your sick Lou. I wrote and published this all in one hour, don't ask questions. it contains major Vaincre spoilers, you've been warned!

have a sick Alex O'Hara and his partners taking care of him. this is set after Vaincre, and therefore features a retired Kasey.

all characters belong to @lumosinlove. read it on ao3 here.

“I gotta go to All Stars.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But I do. I can’t miss it.”

“Alex, All Stars was three months ago.”

“I gotta go.”

“No.”

Kasey smiled despite the situation. A sick Alex O’Hara was…something. A helpless bundle of blankets and tissues that insisted he could do everything on his own. I’ve lived on my own for years, Winter. His scowls would have been more convincing if not followed by a series of sneezes every time.

Natalie entered the bedroom with a bag of candy in hand. She popped one in her mouth.

“What is he on about?”                                          

“He absolutely has to go to All Stars.”

Her eyebrows went up with a smile as she approached the bed. “Wasn’t one enough for you, big boy?”

Alex mumbled something, burying himself deeper into his nest.

Natalie sat on the bed next to him, shooting a glance at Kasey, across the infamous pile, who was chewing his lip. Alex sighed in relief as soon as a cool hand touched his forehead. 

“His fever went up,” she stated.

Kasey nodded. “Yeah. He’s been talking nonsense since he woke up from his nap.”

She hummed. “I called Ramsey. He and Haley are in Gryffindor for Finn’s game but he asked me to keep them updated. He doesn’t get sick often, he said. Or at all.”

Their fingers met mid-stroking red hair, and held on to each other for a moment.

It was just a fever, nothing to panic about. But it was the first time they got to take care of Alex together, and he was taking a while to get back on his feet. The doctor on the phone had mentioned the stress of the season, that didn’t mix well with the constant moving around of roadies. Alex had scrunched his nose, looking elsewhere, in a silent this has never happened before. Kasey had taken his hand in a firm grip. If there was someone who understood the frustration of your own body beginning to act differently, that was him. And just like Alex was helping through it all, Kasey was ready to do the same. For a fever or an injury, he would be there.

The bundle of blankets stirred.

“Nat,” Alex called without emerging from his nuzzle. “Will you be my date at All Stars?”

Natalie smiled, shaking her head. “Alexander, I was your date at All Stars. Three months ago.”

Alex sighed. “Kasey is sabotaging my presence at All Stars.”

“Is he now?”

“You’d think he’d be more supportive, wouldn’t ya.”

 “So much hate,” she agreed, looking at Kasey with a grin.

He shook his head, bringing another blanket up to the redhead’s shoulders to stop the trembling. And left a kiss there, as if to trap the heat. When he noticed the candies on Natalie’s lap, his eyebrows shot up.

“Speaking of hate, aren’t those candies supposed to be for the weak?”

 She took another one, looking at Kasey. “Alex, baby, do you want your candy right now?”

A low groan answered.

“Yeah, how about later,” she said softly, bringing a third one to her mouth. Point taken.

Kasey scoffed. “Yeah, if there’ll be any left for later.”

One of the few pillows survivors of the blanket nest hit his shoulder weakly, and they laughed. Alex scooted closer to where Kasey was lying at his side, getting comfortable on his chest. Big arms kept him close, drawing a happy sound from under the blankets.

Natalie stared at them for a moment before getting up. “Okay. I’ll go check on the soup. Should I bring it here?”

Kasey looked up at her. “I’ll investigate.”

They shared a quick kiss, and Natalie left a soft peck on Alex’s back before leaving the room.

 Silence lasted…longer than usual. It was a rare thing, with an O’Hara in the room. The raspy breaths and the mix of stirs and trembling were a strange comfort against Kasey, a moving presence that kept Alex from falling into quietness.

“She was stunning.”

He said it so quietly that Kasey had to ask him to repeat.

“At All Stars. She was stunning.” He sniffled against his hoodie. “She, she was wearing that dress. That silk dress. It was wow. How did she call that kind of blue?”

Kasey smiled. “Light steel blue.”

“Light steel blue,” Alex repeated to himself. “She’s always so wow. ’nd so are you.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty wow yourself.”

Alex huffed. “Yeah, I bet. ’specially right now.”

Kasey shrugged. “You are to us.”

He felt a head shaking in disagreement somewhere below his neck. “’M all sweaty and sick and stinky.” Then the head finally emerged. “Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

His face was red, radiating heat at the mere sight. The weekend scruff had turned into a week-old scruff, and messy hair was in every direction. His eyes were a glassy gaze, and just below, purple circles from sleepless nights were slow to fade. Kasey brought the hair back from the pearly forehead and left a careful kiss there. A fever kiss, half temperature check, half concern.

“Nah,” he replied softly. “I’m fine here.” He gently brought the burning head to rest on his shoulder, chest expanding at the way Alex’s fists grasped his hoodie.

Truth was, it was the first time in years he had the possibility to stay close to Alex with one of them being sick. No coaches or team doctors warning to limit contact with sick players, or roadies and games keeping them apart. Kasey found he missed many things about the League, but there was also a long list of discoveries and relief that didn’t end with letting his body rest. Finally being able to take care of Alexander and being close to him was a wonderful, new thing. And not just for the time of a weekend, or a home game. It was their new life. It was amazing.

He gathered the man closer to him, keeping his voice down to reduce the wincing Alex couldn’t help with too loud noises. We’re going to take care of you. You’re going to rest, and I can give you a massage later. I know your back is still hurting. Dinner will be ready soon. We can have it here or on the couch, if you feel like moving. Then you’ll have your candies. And your meds. And I’ll be here the whole time. I’ve been waiting for this, Berry.

Alexander stirred some more, head buried in Kasey’s neck. “Love you, Winter. In sickness’n’health’n’all.”

Kasey smiled in his hair. “Yeah. ’n all.”

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#o'darwin #alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #lou's writing