#And I don't want to put it out without having at least started with the third chapter

[sparrows4bats]

Damian only shows his art to those he trusts for years.

His art is so deeply personal that he can't bear for it to be perceived, much less gifted to others.

Dick gets his first painting during his time as Damians Batman.

Steph gets hers after the bounce house.

Alfred commissions him so he has new art for the house. His favourite is a family portrait he keeps in his bedroom.

Duke gets gifted sketches of Signal and Gotham in the sunrise

Cass gets given beautiful moments of ballet dancers.

Bruce is given portraits of his parents.

Damian paints Tim's photographs.

Jason gets artfully designed bookmarks.

Barbara has lovely landscapes and shots of the city she protects from behind her desk.

Other get given bits and piece Damians thinks they might enjoy.

But Jon Kent has an almost constant supply and access to Damians doodles.

He is Damians' creativity buddy and sounding board. Damian draws manga and comics while Jon write stories for them.

There's only one sketchbook he doesn't get to see, the one Damian keeps locked in his desk.

Jon has asked before, but Damian always shuts him down, saying it's private, and Jon respects that even if he is curious. If the magical girl ocs were fine, what is in that particular book?

Until one day Damian is kidnapped, and he has to go through his room for clues to who took him, and even if he feels weird about it, he opens the forbidden sketchbook.

He is expecting secrets, trauma, and the parts of himself that Damian hates.

What he finds is hundreds of sketches of Jon himself.

Each one is so full of detail and so lovingly drawn that feels like he is being burned.

Every freckle is correct, Damian drew close ups of his dimples, and his scars.

Seeing himself through Damians eyes is so intimate it feels like holding his very heart.

So Jon puts the book back where he found it without the other bats noticing.

When they find and rescue Damian, Jon knows he has to tell him but how?

Jon thinks of the sketches he wasn't supposed to see, and something in him melts even while he drowns in guilt.

So one night he confronts Damian when he best friend asks him about colour palettes.

"I saw your secret sketchbook, and I am so sorry!" Jon shouts and braces himself for Damians' anger. It doesn't come.

"What?" Damian sounds scared, and that is so much worse.

"When you were missing your Dad and brothers made me go through your room! Day I'm so sorry!"

"Did they see it too?" Damian shrinks in on himself, and Jon wants to hug him so badly.

"No! I put it back straight after I realised what it was, I swear!"

Damian huffs and looks away.

"So you know?"

Jon gulps, "know what?"

"That I'm in love you." Damian looks for Jons reaction and seeing his face starts to get up to leave. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable Jonathan. I shall depart."

Jon grabs his arm. "No! Day don't leave! I'm sorry! I just need a second. Please."

Damian stops but doesn't turn around. "I do not want your pity."

"It's not pity! Damian, I love you! I have for years and I'm just sorry I saw before you were ready to show me!" Jon is getting desperate now. He can't lose Damian. He doesn't think he will survive it.

"Really? You're not just saying that to spare me?"

Jon is horrified and spins Damian to be able to see his face. "Damian, what the hell! Why would I lie about this?!"

Damian has tears in his eyes when he finally meets Jon gaze. "I don't know, it just feels impossible for you to love someone like me."

"It's impossible not to love you! Believe me, I tried! I was terrified it would destroy our friendship, and I wanted to have some of you even if it wasn't in the way I wanted."

Damian sighs and slowly kisses him. When he pulls back, he laughs a little.

"We are both idiots."

Jon grins and wipes the tear that manages to escape. "Yeah, we are, but at least we figured it out eventually. I love you, Damian. Truly and completely."

"I love you too." Then Damian kisses him again.

Jon has the sketch Damian draws of Jon asleep beside him the next morning framed.

[towasdandelion]

Hotarubi, Jabberwock and Obscuary ghouls reactions to leaving a small gift/note in their room

Zenji is delighted when he finds your notes and genuinely thinks you have a knack for poetry! He won't look for any hidden motives because he knows how loving you are and how much you appreciate it when he writes or sings for you. He feels inspired by your sweet words and wants to start writing right away, but first he needs to make sure that you're okay with him including some of your words in his work.

Haku is amused by your gesture at first. But as he reads your note, his smirk fades into a fond smile. You really do love him and he can feel it. That doesn't mean you'll escape his teasing though, he just has to! You have to forgive him, he just can't help it when you're so cute, even comparing you to a shy little girl with a crush. (Maybe she wouldn't be so shy if you didn't tease her so much, Haku!) He will definitely keep your notes somewhere in his room so he can read them anytime he wants to remind himself how cute you are.

Subaru almost melts when he reads your note, smiling to himself as he puts it away in his pocket. He can't help but wonder though. Did something happen? Is there an occasion he missed? He gets a little nervous even thinking about it. He'd hate himself if it really was the case. So do go ahead and calm him down! He will feel even happier after finding out you wanted to express your love to him without any particular reason. He feels incredibly lucky to have you. You can expect a lengthy letter from him soon, as a reply to your note.

Towa gets all giggly when he notices your gift waiting for him on his bed. He immediately tries it on, relishing in its comfort. He loves it so much you have no idea! The Dandelion patterned fabric reminds him of his favorite flower in the world - you! He doesn't think much about the reason for your gesture. It's very simple, you love him. You can expect him to wear it 24/7 from now on. Cute isn't it? Until you have to convince him it's time to wash it and he needs to take it off!

Haru almost jumps from happiness when he opens the cabinets and nothing falls on his head! What is this magic? Everything is suddenly neatly organized! He knows who he owes his thanks to. With the amount of work (and gadgets) it was hard for him to keep it tidy. Wait.. he didn't forget anything did he? No? Good. He really appreciates that at least someone is helping him without making a bigger mess. (I'm looking at you Ren, Towa!)

Ren jumps out of his skin when upon opening a game, a pop up appears on his screen. Surely he didn't buy it by mistake? He quickly checks his account, only to see the money is still there. That's when it hits him. He was just whining to you the other day about how annoying the grinding is sometimes. Well, now he's even more suspicious.. You did it just because? No ulterior motives? Cool. Really cool. He won't show it very openly, but he really is happy he can finally do some upgrades in the game. Don't worry, he won't forget to thank you.

Ed is happy that despite all the teasing he subjects you to, you still express your love to him. He chuckles at the last bit where you scold him about not keeping his room tidy once again. But he's not going to make much of it. He'll focus on his favorite thing to do - getting under your skin. Just enough to rile you up a bit, but not to the point where you'd get upset. He wants more of your sweet notes after all and might even surprise you with one of his own, slipping it under your pillow when you're not looking.

I feel like Rui might get a little emotional, which is something he usually hides behind this cheerful smile of his that you know so well. How it is possible that even when he can't touch you (yes we're going back to cursed Rui) he feels the warmth of your love? He thought he's smooth, but how come you make him melt so effortlessly? He's happy to see that his gestures are appreciated. Despite his curse you still make him feel cherished, to the point where it brings him to tears. What are you waiting for? You better go be there for him!

Lyca is kind of confused. He thought the era where people write to each other is almost gone? Everyone is using texts right now after all. The fact that Ed somehow noticed the small piece of paper in his hand doesn't help either. Poor guy has to literally hide from him just so he can read your sweet note in peace! And once he does, he's really moved. He doesn't exactly know how to describe it himself though. He's almost in disbelief. Does he really mean so much to you? Please do go along with his request. (You might be able to see his tail wagging happily.)

[em1989ts]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 3

five hargreeves x fem! reader smut

part one. part two. masterlist

word count: 3.5k

summary: it would be unsafe of you and five to have unprotected sex in the apocalypse, but luckily you find a condom while scavenging, giving you both just the excuse you need

contents: smut, characters are 18+, protected sex, grinding, enemies to ??

author's note: i've been adding like 20 words a day to this fic for months but now i finally sat down and finished it up so yippee hope you enjoy, also i know condoms expire, let's just pretend they don't, also i didn't proofread before posting cause i just want to get it out there but hopefully it matches it with the first two lol

That night was simply instinct. You weren’t thinking right. Because if you were, you wouldn’t have done anything remotely close to being intimate with the likes of Five. 

Maybe it was because you were desperate, that him being the only man left in the world ruined your standards, but you couldn’t get the thought of his touch out of your deprived mind. 

The two of you woke up that morning with limbs completely entangled, yet without a word you separated and proceeded your day as normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. 

He immediately began his attempts at fixing the ripped tarp, to prepare for the windy night ahead, ruffling through the stashes of supplies to find whatever could mend it together efficiently. 

His face was concentrated, seemingly completely focussed on the task at hand. You didn’t happen to notice the moments his hands would pause due to being so lost in thought he couldn’t resume motion. 

Occasionally he would sneak a quick look over at you, currently fixing together whatever you could find in your rations to create a suitable breakfast for the two of you. Before, he would only look to make sure you weren’t mixing anything inedible into his portion (something he wished he’d done before he almost swallowed a rusted screw you had put in his oatmeal), but now, he was only looking at you. 

He’d never wanted to look at you in any way other than disgust, your behavior had always overshadowed your appearance, but his bias couldn’t overcome the fact that he was incredibly attracted to you. 

His father had given him and his siblings “the talk���, in an elaborate lesson on sexual education, so he was very aware of the consequences of unprotected sex. It was too dangerous to attempt it in the apocalypse, and he doubted any form of protection had survived the end of the world. He would have to live out the rest of his life here in this dreaded wasteland with his fist as his only form of satisfaction. 

~~

While you made breakfast, you too stole glances at Five, waiting for him to possibly say anything at all about last night. 

You thought after using each other t̶o̶ g̶e̶t̶ o̶f̶f̶  for warmth that maybe things would open up between the two of you, at least a bit. Once you had actually thought about it, that might’ve been the only time the two of you had actually touched each other without trying to cause harm. You blame your human instincts on your need to feel him again. You didn’t realize how badly you missed physical touch until you were wrapped in his arms, feeling him all over. 

Now, you craved him, you needed him. 

Maybe you couldn’t have him inside you, but you’d find a way. 

~~

Breakfast was quiet that morning. There was no back and forth bickering, snide remarks that the other couldn’t help but start an argument about, just utter silence. 

Five inspected his food, there were no nails or rocks mixed in with the old porridge packets you’ve rationed, and it didn’t smell metallic or chemical, so he ate it as slowly as a starving man could. 

Rations were running low, having not left the base much due to the freezing cold, but the weather had cleared up, and the sun was shining bright. The snow had already begun to melt from the burning rays, clearing up the streets slightly, so the two of you would just be able to drag your wagon through to scavenge nearby. 

Five meticulously set up this current base in a spot where there were several convenience stores and gas stations within a couple miles in every direction, you couldn’t help but give him credit for his well-thought planning. 

Today, the plan was to head south for at most five miles and bring whatever the two of you can fit in the wagon back to the base. The most important items you two had to search for were food, water, and anything you keep you both warm. 

You took your bowl along with Five’s and tossed it with your other dishes, while he got up to grab his coat and the wagon which the two of you had been using as storage in its dormancy. 

“This isn’t a beauty pageant,” Five commented rudely, waiting by the base’s opening for you to put on your coat when he noticed you fixing up your hair, “It’s not like you would win, anyway.” 

He expected you to glare at him, slap him, and tell him how you’d win against him any day of the week, but you didn’t. 

You tied off your hair, brushed a few fly-aways out of your face, and walked right past him and out the base. 

He didn’t expect that, and he definitely didn’t like it. 

Once he figured you weren’t going to wait for him, he quickly grabbed the handle to the wagon and followed your path. 

He watched as you walked in between the smashed up vehicles, eyeing the compass from time to time, paying zero attention to him.

What was your problem? You’re too good to fight with him now? Was that it? Too good to pay any mind to whatever he had to say? 

It wasn’t like you could ignore him forever, he was the only other living being on Earth after all. He would get you to talk eventually, he would get you to refer to him in a way that wasn’t just a matter of survival. 

~~ 

The sun was bearing down on you harshly, yet the wind was ten times worse. The bandana over your face protected you from the sharp bite of the cold, but your eyes burned from their exposure. A new, unventured gas station was just up ahead, yet with the conditions you were walking through it might as well have been a planet away. 

As you were walking up the driveway, Five following suit with the empty wagon, you gazed inside the dark store. “Shit,” you grumbled, noticing the rather significant burn marks along the walls, the peeling advertisements on the glass windows, “This place burned pretty bad.” 

Five couldn’t tell if you were talking to yourself or if you meant to direct your complaints at him. Either way it was progress. 

“Let’s just see if there’s anything salvageable,” he responded, motioning his arm to insist that you head inside first, only for you to let the door slam shut in his face. 

You started examining the state of the store, walking past the register to see the wooden countertop charred, yet intact. He entered, pulling the wagon behind him and immediately heading the opposite direction, towards the wall of drinks. The glass doors of the refrigerators were cracked and blackened, yet they seemed to have done a good job in protecting the drinks, which were in perfect condition. He immediately dropped the handle of the wagon and drank from one of the waters on the shelf, refreshing his dry, aching throat. 

Meanwhile, you had begun making your way through the aisles, noticing he was busy precisely placing as many bottles of water in perfect rows in the bed of the wagon. Unfortunately, many of the snack options had been burnt to crisps. You walked in between the first couple aisles, filled with nothing but ash and remnants of cardboard, picking out anything edible and carrying it in your arms, not wanting to make a trip to the wagon.

Once you got to the middle aisle, you noticed that it must have avoided the worst of the flames, because there were several items still perfectly intact hanging from the pegs. Luckily, there were several packages of ibuprofen and antacids, as well as a large supply of first aid materials like bandages and ointment. While you crouched to the ground and filled your pockets with the useful materials, you scanned the aisle for other items that could be deemed useful. There were lip balms of a variety of flavors, razors which Five could never have enough of, eye drops and cough drops, and one more thing that stopped you. Your hand paused right before it wrapped around the items in the box. As your brain had caught up with your motions, you registered what it was — condoms. 

You allowed your hand to move again to inspect the small, square package. It was pristine, with not a scratch on the box. It felt almost awkward to hold, embarrassing to inspect, as your face flushed a few shades brighter. You knew what it was, of course, but a part of you assumed that every last condom on Earth had been destroyed, crushing the possibility of you ever having safe sex in this unsafe world. Now that you held one in your hand, that small hope that Five could give you what you wanted, and so desperately needed, was reignited. However, you would rather be all alone in this apocalypse again than face Five, holding up the form of protection as if it were your savior, and ask him to fuck you. You would rather die than face that embarrassment. 

“Find anything?” 

His voice appeared out of the blue. Or maybe it didn’t. 

Maybe you were just too lost in your own head to notice how he’d peered his head into the aisle to see you so deeply in thought, holding something you had found in your hand. 

Maybe he had gently dropped the handle of the wagon to the floor, and made his walking quietly to stand behind you, as your peripheral vision seemed to be long gone as well. 

Maybe when he noticed what you had in your hand, it all clicked for him. Your problem wasn’t that you were too good for him, it was that you were too horny for him. You were so bummed out about the fact he couldn’t risk being inside you while you were dry humping each other into oblivion that you were ignoring him entirely. He looked down over you, barely believing the fact that you were so out of it at the possibility of being able to fuck him. 

He couldn’t blame you. He himself was ecstatic, with only a smirk and slightly larger bulge to show for it. 

When he finally spoke, it shattered your thoughts, abruptly pulling you from your inner turmoil. 

You jumped, dropping the condom and almost dispersing your collection of items across the tile floor. Instead, you quickly stood up, tossing your items into the wagon, and walking off without a word. 

~~~

The walk back to the base was agonizing. The sun had gradually set, cooling the Earth once more, leaving the two of you to freeze. The tips of your nose and ears were red and numb, even your hat and bandana couldn’t protect you from the harsh winds. 

You hadn’t spoken a word to Five, although he hadn’t tried to make conversation either. He found it hilarious that he could see your scowl, specifically through your furrowed brows above your bandana, yet you couldn’t see the grin under his. 

Once you finally made it back to the base, you immediately took the wagon from his grasp and pulled it over to your rations, where you began going through everything you’d scavenged. After a few minutes of concentrated sorting, you looked over your shoulder to see Five standing there watching you work. 

“Did you need an invitation to help or..?” you sarcastically said, his silence aggravating you. 

He lowered his bandana and began removing his gloves, “Oh, so now you want to talk.” 

You scoffed, resuming your work, “I’m sorry you missed my voice so much, I didn’t realize how much you crave my attention.” 

He walked over to the collection of clothing the two of you keep close to the rations and tossed his jacket, hat, and gloves on top of the pile. 

You were worried. Usually when the two of you fought he looked violent, angry, like he hated exchanging insults with you. Now, he looked far too amused, raising your suspicions. 

He laughed under his breath, ignoring your previous claim as he leaned against the concrete wall and stared at you. 

You had completely lost concentration on what you were doing, turning your focus to Five. “What’s funny?” you asked, clearly not getting what was so amusing to him.

“How much of a brat you are when you don’t get your way.” 

That one sentence lit a fire of pure anger in your eyes, a flame that he’d missed more that he’d like to admit. 

He stalked toward you as you stood up, already gearing up to smack the shit out of him. 

“I’m not-” 

“You are,” he interrupted, stepping closer while continuing to taunt you, adding fuel to the fire. 

“I am not-” 

“You are. You’re mad you don’t get fucked so you decide to shut down and-” 

Before he can finish his sentence, your hands are already on him, shoving him till he stumbles backward in an attempt to regain his balance. In an immediate response, he pushes you back in retaliation, only for you to shove him over with all your might. 

He falls backward and lands on the very edge of the makeshift bed. Your gaze is filled with rage, face flushing with anger, until you see what fell from his pocket as he hit the bed. 

A condom. 

The small box that you had dropped when he confronted you in the aisle, he had picked up and hid in his pocket, bringing it back to the base with him. 

Your shoulders dropped, breathing fast as you looked up at him. 

He was now leaning back on his elbows on the rough blankets, smiling up at you with that smug smile he always wore when he was right about something. In any other case, you would have wanted nothing more than to smack him black and blue, wiping that smirk off his face. However in this scenario, you found a more efficient way to occupy his lips. 

Immediately, you rushed forward and crashed your lips onto his. He pulled you between his legs, wrapping his arms tight around your torso, and leaned backward fully until you were both horizontal against the bed. 

This wasn’t like the last time you kissed. 

Last time, kissing was a last resort. It was that little bit of sensual connection you both needed to push you both over that very edge of pleasure. 

Now, it was only the beginning. It was messy, desperate, and greedy as the two of you swapped spit and swirled tongues. Your hands held the sides of his neck as you pulled his face against yours, while his gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he ever let go. 

He moved one hand from your waist to push up off the bed, sitting up and pulling your legs around his waist. He dipped you slightly, holding you firmly against his chest with one arm to lean down and pick up the condom, all while keeping his mouth firmly against yours. He placed it down next to him, bringing his hand back to your body, unzipping your coat and tossing it aside. 

The long sleeve shirt came off next, as you unwillingly separated yourself from Five’s lips, lifting yourself up to sit on top of him, hands pressing down on his chest, pinning him down to the bed. 

In the heat of the moment, after stripping each other completely bare, feeling the chill of the breeze that crept through the cracks of the base brush your skin, you had completely forgotten you had ever been upset with this man. Any rage you’d previously felt when you looked at him, completely vanished. Your hatred towards him was gone. 

Now, you were straddling the waist of an angel. A beautiful, masculine angel laying underneath you like he was a gift from God, sent to save you from this hell on Earth. 

His hair was played out around his head like a halo, grown shaggy, yet there was barely any stubble decorating his face. His skin was flush and fair, eyes perfectly dilated as they looked up to you, bare above him.  

His hands moved from your waist to your breasts, toying with you as he listened for your soft gasps, hips jolting against his at every spark of pleasure. The only items of clothing separating the two of you now were your underwear and his boxers. You laid back slightly, leanly against his bent knees for support, and grinded your core against him, feeling your warm slick soaking through the fabrics between you. 

His groans were heavenly, his head leaned back, enjoying the pressure from your hips, mindlessly twisting and pulling at your nipples, eliciting whines from you. 

He began to lift his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction and stimulation to your core. His eyes met your face, eyes lost in a daze, your face blushed and concentrated on reaching your high. 

Just before you could reach that high, about to topple over the very edge, he pulled you back down against him and flipped you both over. 

That was when you remembered he’s still the same man you’ve been stuck here with. A man who is a completely selfish asshole that the only physical contact you want to initiate with him is a smack right across his smug face. 

“Are you fucking kiddin-” He cut you off with a strong kiss, which he didn’t break as he removed the condom from its boxed and peeled open the wrapper. He pulled away and sat on his knees, bringing his sexual education lessons back from his memory and placed the condom on correctly, before lining himself up with your entrance and leaning back over you, lining his face up with yours. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he assured you. 

This might have been the only time you witnessed him acting like an actual, decent human being. And while you appreciated the gesture of consent, you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Five,” you breathed out, eyes pleading, “I need it.” 

And with that, he slid himself between your folds a few times before carefully pushing in. You thought his fingers were big last night, but now with his cock barely halfway inside you, the sensation was mind numbing. Your arms wrapped around his back as he filled you up entirely, barely audible gasps filling his ear. He stilled once he was all the way in, concentrating heavily on not immediately spilling into the condom, ruining this entire moment, but the way your cunt squeezed around him, not wanting to let him, made it very hard not to break. 

After a moment he slowly began to move, pulling out slowly, before pushing right back in, somehow feeling even deeper as he hit a spot deep within you that sent a wave of pleasure over your entire body. 

He buried his face into your neck, sucking and biting in the sensitive skin, as your hands moved up to thread through his hair, tugging gently. 

Once the both of you got used to the feeling, he began moving faster, getting rougher. With each thrust into you, he groaned out into your ear as you met his movements with the same force. It was animalistic, greedy, intimate, you felt so close to him that you were practically melting into each other. 

When the thrusts became erratic and the whines and groans grew higher in pitch, it was clear neither of you could last much longer. He met his lips with your, barely touching, just enough to let his moans mix with yours, just as they had last night. His hands reached to grip your hips, pinned them down, allowing him to piston into you, chasing you to the edge as you let go around him. 

Your eyes squeezed shut, head leaning back, giving him access to continue marking your neck. The sensation from you cumming around him undid him, as he finally groaned into your neck and spurted into the condom, his hips finally spurting to a slow stop. 

He collapsed on top of you, his weight grounding you back to reality as you realized what just happened. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, removing the condom before immediately laying on you once more. With his cheek pressed flat against your collarbone, his breathing steadied, quickly falling asleep with a strangely unfamiliar look of peace expressed on his unconscious face.

This time around, you weren’t sure what this changed between the two of you, but you decided it could wait. 

You two had all the time in the world after all. 

~~~

tags: @lveegsoi @aureliariddlehargreeves @groovydazephantom @lovingyeet @venture-venus @greek-girl-dreams

[fluentisonus]

trying to figure out what cosette's wedding dress is supposed to have looked like given that a) the over part at least is from a period that m. gillenormand's grandmother could conceivably have lived in, knowing nothing about her and that b) it's a fashion that has "come up again" as gillenormand says (Assuming. that he is not just totally & completely wrong about this —she did actually wear it, so I can't imagine it's that insanely out of style (?) — and also that they didn't just modify it beyond all recognition).

I feel like it would have to be like (maybe?) one of those dresses from the 1670s/80s with the late baroque-ish but pre-18th century sleeves with lots of fabric right? I don't think it could be much earlier (although I think some earlier 17th century fashion would actually suit better) unless she was his father's mother & his father was older when he was born (which. well I suppose it might run in the family!), but any later than that & you start getting stuff that I can't imagine a fashionable young woman in the 1830s would want to be wearing without heavy modification (I know they did do this tbc but I just feel like it'd take a lot of work to restructure something 18th century to look good in 1833).

But we also get a description of it as being over a taffeta petticoat in a way that does sort of bring to mind 18th century dresses? and gillenormand says that it's the way old women dressed when he was a kid & I'm not really sure you'd get anyone even old women dressing like the 1680s in the 1740s, or that anyone from if you go too that far back in the 17th century would be alive in a way he remembers). so who knows maybe cosette is wearing something odd looking or very modified. or I'm just being stupid & missing something obvious. or hugo just didn't put the thought into this

the passages:

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Aurynn: Yeah, sure, but 1. He will be so insufferably smug about it and 2. He don’t work for free baby so you gon’ owe him a favor. ❤️

+

Also L still would not be sure any of this is worth it and is going to eventually have to start telling mc they’re gonna have to cough up a favor for this shit :( (and by that I mean they want like 20 uninterrupted minutes of staring luridly at mc 👍).

Combining these two answers with the anti-medicine scheming MC...

(Yes, im still the same anon who sent the first ask about it, I hope you don't mind me coming back to it so often)

... This just creates a web where all of the three end up owing each other favors LMAO. My mc would not mind owing favors, favors for them in this specific setup are not about getting what they want and more like a fun way to track "scores". (This will totally not trigger a competition, right?) They hope it will

But also, now that they've got favors on their hands, if Aurynn is being especially insistent on embarrassing them when they don't really feel like it, they can and will threaten him with the awful activity that is Doing Chores. Don't fucking test them, or they will also add PAPERWORK on top of it. And if that's not enough, they might as well use catsitting Farwah as a second add on. Ohhh, and put a timer on it all. He fails - he owes double the favors MC just cashed in. Downright evil.

Can't think of anything so drastic for L. Maybe just cash in one in to make them do the opposite of what they'd ask - not allowed to look at mc at all for 20 minutes. They try to turn or cheat and MC catches them - timer resets.

That's probably the wildest they'll get with it tbh. For all those threats and shittalking they do they'd only ask for something that those two either would've have done regardless anyway, have already done for MC before, or something MC could ask them to do even without cashing in a favor. Or roping them in into different schemes MC is setting up (like the letter thing during the library access talk), because it surely would be too suspicious for MC to be involved everywhere personally...

+ that ask about taking our own tonics and L getting their own... That would be a great solution if they get caught by Samira. Calmed down her wrath at least a little and kept the game alive, even roped another person in!!! She gotta make L double the tonics if she forces both MC and Aurynn to take theirs after catching them tho. Because its hilarious to watch L downing not just one but two of her tonics in a row L will surely catch on that there's now only one dosage. Trust them, it's absolutely necessary.

Chores, paperwork, AND cat sitting for Aurynn????? 😨😨 That’s pure evil.

Also very fucked up to force L not to be allowed to stare at MC. 😨😨 I can just imagine L fidgeting the whole time and then getting caught peeking only for MC to so cruelly reset the timer to their utter dismay, the poor suffering little wretch. 😔💔 And then just flopping their head down onto the table and burying it beneath their arms with a whine. L: has it been 20 minutes yet???? :( MC: it’s only been thirty seconds. L: …oh my fucking gods 😨

Also ain’t no fucking WAY L is downing two tonics in a row 🤢 unless they’re getting something really good out of this at this point. You’re taking them out on a date immediately after. 🫵😠 And they get to stare AS MUCH AS THEY WANT.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Ik I’m probably a lil late lol but can you do the Hot Damn ask for the other skellies

Here’s the pic of the ask just in case

The first part with the main Sanses

The second part with the main Papyris

Horrorswap Sans - He just chuckles hysterically, surprised. But that's a good surprise, actually. Nugget is a little insecured about his body from time to time, to he's glad at least someone think he's still as charismatic as before.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He slams the notebook closed like it just burned him and flushes bright orange. Ok, wow, he didn't expect that. You can tell something weird happen after that as Pumpkin will do all he can to not look you in the eyes, and if he ever does it by mistake, he starts to hyperventilate and tries to run away. He's not sure what to think of this yet.

Horrorfell Sans - He raises an inexistent eyebrow, but isn't that shocked. Copper knows he's kinda sexy and that some people are into guys with a lot of scars and a tragic backstory. He is very sexy after all. But now, it just gave him the confirmation that you have a crush too, and he's ready to make a move.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Well, that's a long time since someone found him attractive, and he's a little flattered. Chief is very insecure with his body since he lost his legs, so it's nice to see some people see more than the disability. He takes a photo with his phone as a souvenir. He's brave, but he's not brave enough to face his feelings and confronts his S/O yet.

Horrorswapfell Sans - Well, that's awkward, as he comes to see you to ask what the notebook is and what's on the page. You try to find some pitiful excuse, but he knows you're lying, so you whisper it's a drawing of him in a whisper. Bear turns bright purple. He's so damn happy he can't see your expression right now or he's pretty sure he would explode.

Horrorswapfell Papyrus - He takes a pen, writes a "i agree" under your "Hot damn" and lets the notebook where he found it. He can't wait to watch you turn entirely red the next time you pick it up to draw again.

Outertale Sans - He draws a doodle of his S/O right next to him and then draws an arrow towards the "HOT DAMN". He then proudly comes to give the notebook to you, already flustered because you're scared he might have opened it, and then screeches in panic when you discover the drawing.

Outertale Papyrus - He comes to give it back to you, his cheeks entirely blue. He sure thinks he's doing an ok job giving it back to you without you knowing he saw what you did, but the more you're staring at him, the bluer his cheeks get. You flush when you start to understand he knows. Well, that's awkward.

Dancetale Sans - He just chuckles. Rambo is somewhat accustomed to people thinking he's sexy, being a global star and all, but he might say that it touches him more coming from you than from the other fans. He's way too shy to say it to your face, though, and just puts the notebook in your bag when you're not looking.

Dancetale Papyyrus - He gets a little too excited and runs straight to you to see it looks so cool, not even thinking once about how embarrassed you're going to be he just saw this. He loves your art and he's flattered you thought about drawing him, he just wants you to know what he thinks of it!

Dancefell Sans - He's nervous. It was fine when it was just him having feeling for you, but now that he knows you also might have feelings for him, it just got a whole lot more complicated. He shuts the notebook and pretends that it never happened for his own sake. He's not ready yet to confess he has a crush on you.

Dancefell Papyrus - Well, of course, he's hot, that's no news for him. Actually, he's correcting your drawings because he doesn't look hot enough. Who needs a T-shirt, just draw him naked, don't be ashamed. You are mortified when you find out.

Farmtale Sans - He knows he's strong, but maybe not to the point of carrying a whole damn combine harvester. He comes to tell you it's not realistic and that a combine harvester weighs around 100 tons, getting a little upset when all you do is flushing bright red and don't answer him. He doesn't think for even one second you drew him because you like him. Someone is going to stay speechless the day that happens.

Farmtale Papyrus - You watch as he randomly runs across the living-room, grabs his brother, and shakes him like a coconut whispering-screaming what he should do now. Neither Sam or you understands what's going on until he runs all the way back to his room to fetch the notebook and comes back... Then freeze,s finally noticing you're here, turning away bright yellow and running back to his room. Uh. You're not sure what just happened, but that was for sure something.

Mafiatale Sans - Because he's extremely mature, he adds a dick on his face to your drawing, chuckles, very proud of himself, then closes the notebook and goes on with on day. At least until an hour later, it suddenly strikes him it was a drawing of himself and that you did it. Shit. Oh no, he didn't ruin his chance, did he? Demon panic ran back home, hoping you didn't find the notebook yet lol.

Mafiatale Papyrus - So. It is not his proudest moment. He might have panicked, realizing you have an interest in him despite him being not ready at all, and ripped off the page to hide it somewhere. But then you entered the room, and he got scared you might get mad at him for digging into your stuff and so... He quickly puts the drawing in his mouth and swallows it. You stare in utter confusion, not sure what just happened, as he's trying really hard to not meet your eyes.

Mafiafell Sans - Uh oh. Well, that's scary. He didn't plan to have an existential crisis today. He's pretty much staring at the drawing in complete silence for a solid five minutes, not noticing you entering the room and then standing next to him. When you notice the drawing, you gulp and start staring anxiously, scared to look at him ... You two are going to stand there a long time, are you? This is going to be awkward.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He's smiling softly, a bit flattered. That is, of course, until you show up. He suddenly coughs, panics, closes the notebook and slams you in the face with it. Shit. He gives you back the notebook, heals your face, then runs away as fast as he can, looking at his boots. He needs a moment to recollect himself, he thinks.

Ink - He runs to you to insist that you both create an AU. I mean, you can draw good, and your art style is pretty. Pretty pleaaaaase.... Just one? You tell him that you understand, but creating an AU won't feed you this month, and not everyone can live outside like some kind of raccoon like he does. He pouts.

Error - That's his now. He rips off the page and quickly hides it in his jacket, immediately feeling guilty. You completely forget about the drawing until three months later he makes you visit the antivoid and you found it hanging on his wall with little hearts all around it. You both decide it's best to never mention that ever again. He's so embarrassed omg.

Disbelief Papyrus - He's flattered, but worried. He doesn't think he's ready to be in a relationship yet, but he doesn't want you to think he's running away. He's not sure how to think about this, and might get a little bit anxious, to the point he needs to talk to you about his feelings. Why is everything so complicated?

Killer Sans - He was goofing around, flexing in front of the mirror with your drawing in hand, when some of his goop fell on the notebook. Now Killer if frantically freaking out trying to clear the page because the last thing he wants is for you to find out he dig into your stuff again. In the end, it just looks like someone cried over your notebook, and when he gives it to you, you just think he got emotional and tries to comfort him. Damn, this is awkward.

Dustale Sans - Oh, that's cute. He wants to do something nice to you too! Later that day, you find your notebook on your bed next to a half-eaten dead rat. Sorry, he got hungry and ate a part of your gift, but the gesture is more important, right?

[casuallyobssessed]

Closer - Jack Traven x Fem!Reader ❥ 1.5k Words

A/N: Request written for @scarlettspectra based on her post. This was so much fun to write, thank you for sending this in!! Divider creds to /viviansturns/ !

Requests for fics and mood boards are open!

Warnings: Oral Sex (f receiving), P in V (implied), Domestic Fluff and Smut, Shower Sex

Archive of Our Own Link

You've been in your new, ocean front home for a grand total of twenty four hours, and you've spent at least half of them under (or on top of) Jack Traven.

During your road trip to your new home, Jack insisted that once you got everything set up, he was going to fuck you on every piece of furniture in the house. He always makes good on his promises. It's one of the things you love about him. 

Except this time, that promise would be pretty hard to follow through with. At least, for a while, anyway.

Jack’s saved cities, diffused bombs, and jumped onto speeding buses, but apparently, coordinating a cross-country move was too complicated for him to manage on his own. 

“They sent the rest of the furniture to Washington, Jack. Washington,” You sigh, rubbing your temple and hanging up the phone. 

He shrugs and grins like it’s no big deal. 

“Hey, you said you wanted adventure. I just figured we’d start with minimalist living,” He says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Off in the corner, the dog is asleep, curled up on a nest of packing paper. The sound of the ocean waves outside overlap the soft snores coming from his little body. As perfect as this moment feels, there's a nagging in the back of your head. This move to the opposite coast was supposed to help reduce your stress. Instead, you feel like you've doubled it.

Before you can get too lost in your thoughts, Jack’s mouth is on your shoulder, kissing up the side of your neck, and nibbling on your earlobe. 

“You know what this means, right?” He asks.

“That we’re sleeping on a mattress like broke college kids?”

“That we’ve been given a week of uninterrupted sex without the risk of breaking any furniture,” He smiles wide, and you can feel his grin against your skin as he peppers kisses down your neck.

-

Immediately after that phone call, Jack carried you into the bedroom and plopped you down onto the mattress laying on the floor. He murmured something about trying to help you relax while he was pulling your underwear down. Your brain finally turned off when he dropped to his knees and ate you out until you saw stars.

Following him desperately fucking you, you indulged in a well-deserved cuddle session. After moving boxes all day, you both needed a short nap tangled up in each other. 

-

You awake after about an hour to a whine and a cold nose pressing against your hand. You open your eyes to your dog staring you down, looking very antsy. 

“Babe…” You lean back into Jack, gently nudging his thigh with your hand, “Hey.”

“Mm’yeah?” He grumbles into your hair, squeezing you tighter around your waist.

“Did you take the dog out earlier?” 

“Wha-?” Jack shifts behind you and sits up, “No, I forgot.”

“Jaaack,” you groan, “He’s probably about to go all over the floor.”

Jack flops back on the mattress with a dramatic sigh, “Can’t he just hold it for a bit longer?”

“You wanna risk a pee puddle on the one thing we have in the house?” You reach for your clothes but Jack's hand shoots out to stop you.

“Don't you dare put those back on,” His voice lowers, “I'm not done with you, yet.” 

Suddenly, you don't want him to go anywhere. You roll over to face him. He kisses your cheek and then hops up off the mattress, shoving his underwear and jeans on. You're almost ready to yank him back down beside you as you watch him get dressed. The way his body moves so effortlessly seriously does something to you. His muscles ripple under the skin of his back as he pulls his shirt on. 

Jack's not insanely ripped like a bodybuilder or anything, but he's very well defined due to his job requirements. His arms and torso are basically carved out of skin-toned marble. You sigh dreamily as you watch him leave the bedroom, your dog skittering after him. 

He makes you feel like a teenager again with the way you have to shove your face into the closest pillow and scream once you hear the front door shut behind him. 

-

When Jack comes back in, you're waiting for him, still undressed and laying down. He enters the bedroom with cheeks tinged pink from the ocean breeze and the dog's leash still in his hand. 

“All good,” He says casually, like he didn’t just leave you here dying in your own thirst.

Jack tosses the leash onto one of the boxes stacked by the door and walks over to where you're laying. You pat the bed beside you and look at him as seductively as you can muster. He barely gets his shirt over his head before you're pulling him back down on top of you. 

“No more interruptions.”

“Unless that dog learns how to talk, we’re in the clear,” He laughs, giving you a smile that sets your heart on fire.

-

After another round of quick, clingy sex, you're both reduced to sweaty, sticky messes. You already know you're going to have to change the sheets that you just put on here, but that's a problem for later you. 

Right now, you're determined to go test out your new shower set up with Jack. You wriggle out from under him with a sigh and slowly pad toward the bathroom, still completely bare. Jack watches you go, his eyes follow the sway of your hips like he’s hypnotized. You glance back over your shoulder and give him a little smirk. 

“You coming, Officer Traven?”

He groans like it physically hurts him, “Oh, yes ma’am.”

You roll your eyes, but laugh anyway, disappearing behind the bathroom door. Steam begins to rise as you twist the knobs, testing the water. It’s hot and strong and perfect. You step in and tilt your head back, letting the spray hit your face. The second your eyes close, you hear the door creak open. 

You turn to see him shutting the door and then eagerly stepping into the shower like a man on a mission. His hands are on you in seconds, sliding over your wet skin, pressing you gently against the cold tile.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “You’re too much.”

You grin, tugging him closer, “But you love it.”

“I do,” he growls into your neck, “God, I do.”

Jack presses a firm kiss to your neck before he steps back and reaches for the body wash, but you stop him.

“Let me,” You whisper.

Good thing you unpacked the bathroom boxes earlier, otherwise this would’ve been a lot less convenient. You pour a generous amount of body wash into your hand and begin working it over his skin, slowly and deliberately. You start with your hands on his chest, watching the way his muscles flex under your fingers. He bites his bottom lip and you can see that he's already hard again, but he doesn’t move. You make your way down, soaping up his stomach, his hips, rubbing your hand low, but only just enough to tease.

“Baby, please,” he grits out, voice rough, “Don’t tease me.”

“Tease you? Why, I’d never,” You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Your hands move lower again with a little more pressure this time, and Jack’s head tips back under the spray. He looks wrecked in the best way while water runs down his neck, over his shoulders, trailing down his abs. He’s breathing hard. He's desperate, and that's exactly how you like him.

But then, he sinks to his knees. Water rushes over his shoulders as he hooks your leg over one of them, hands gripping your thighs as he anchors himself. His mouth finds you quickly. His tongue works you open, slow at first, but then moves faster. He groans when you start to grind against his mouth.

“Jack,” you gasp, bracing yourself against the wall, “Fuck… Jack!”

He doesn’t let up until your legs are shaking and your moans echo off the tile. When he finally pulls back, he's breathless as he licks his lips. Jack rises from his position below you and pulls you into a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. 

You don’t know how long you stay in the shower kissing and touching each other like you’ve got nowhere else in the world to be. Eventually, you rest your head against his shoulder as the water still falls around you both.

“Remind me again what we were supposed to be doing today?” you murmur into his skin. 

Jack presses a soft kiss to your temple and wraps his arms around you. 

“More unpacking,” he says. “But honestly? I like this better.”

[myinconnelly1]

Honey Coated 2

Word count: 998

Bob Reynolds x Reader (Honey)

Summary: Bucky Apologizes for his behaivor and Bob does something he regrets.

Warnings: Male Masturbation, Guilt over sexual activity, no cumming, forgetting your clothes when taking a shower at someone else's house... I don't know what these warnings are y'all

You got to the office, intent on ignoring Bucky, at least until he apologized.  There was a small bunch of yellow flowers and a card.

‘I was a dick, and I suck at apologies.  The gang wants you to come over for a group dinner.  I think they like you and don’t want me to screw this up.  Yelena said I should get these flowers because yellow means you’re sorry, and she thought you could wear them in your hair.  So, I’m sorry, and I think these would look pretty in your hair. – Bucky’

You almost choked laughing at the absurdity of the note.  You pulled out your cell phone out of your pocket and shot a message off asking what time to be at dinner.  You laid out Bucky’s files for him in order of importance then grabbed some work from other folders that you needed to work on.  The man was a walking organizational nightmare when it came to paperwork, and he seemed grateful to have you on board.  You just hadn’t realized how many other things he would need help with.  You grabbed the flowers and your laptop bag and left to find a place to get your hair done with them.

“Oh, these are so pretty,” the stylist told you as she looked at them and then at your hair.  “You’re sure you want them put in your style?”

“Yes, per his request, he wants me to wear his apology for everyone to see.” You embellished the story a little, but it was more fun that way and made Bucky a little more anonymous.

“He sounds like a good man,” she said pursing her lips and getting to work.  You finished getting ready as the taxi arrived at your small apartment.

The smells from the kitchen filled the entire watchtower.  You could literally smell the food in the lobby and you had to work to stop yourself from drooling.

“Fuck,” John said as you walked out of the elevator.  “You clean up nice, Honey,” your embarrassment made him grin.

“Come on, Walker, I just got her to come back,” Bucky said.

“I was right about those flowers,” Yelena said happily as she looked you over.  “Food's ready, come sit down.”  It was a comfortable setting with lots of food.  You weren’t sure why you were surprised.  Bucky said the serum increased his metabolism, it only stood to reason that Alexi and John were the same way.  Something about the amount of food Bob normally ate gnawed at the back of your mind but you weren’t about to allow stress to stop you from enjoying your time here.

“You left some clothes here, why don’t you stay the night?  You can take my room, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Bucky offered as drinks were poured for a lot of the people.  You smiled graciously and missed the way that Bob tensed when the offer was made.

“Thanks, Bucky,” You smiled.

“I think we should work to get her a more permanent room if she is going to be here more often,” Ava said to Bucky nonchalantly.

“That’s a good idea,” Alexi said as he drank his drink.

The shower after drinks was a good idea.  You hadn’t drank too much, but it was enough to feel it.  You toweled off and realized you hadn’t brought your clothes in with you.  They were still in Bucky’s room.  Across the hall.  Way to make a good impression of being a responsible human being.  You hoped maybe you could get there without anyone seeing you.

You were wrong.

You opened the door rushed out and collided with Bob.

“Shit, I’m-“ he started to apologize as he grabbed your arm to make sure you didn’t fall but stopped mid-sentence.  The steam from the shower coalesced around you, and water fell down your body even after your rushed attempt to dry off.  He was staring at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow and bring moisture back into his mouth.  He licked his lips and pulled the bottom one between his teeth.

You almost died.

“Bob?” You asked quietly as his eyes trailed down your body.

“Uh- Sorry,“  he let go of you and rushed away leaving you alone and trying to cool off.  You were going to need another shower at this rate.  You ran to Bucky’s room and threw your clothes on.

Bob got to his room and leaned against the door, rubbing his hands threw his hair.  He was pathetic.  His body had been pressed up against yours, and he had watched the way the water ran down your throat and in between your breasts.  He was gasping as he palmed his cock.  It had sprung to life at the way you had said his name, your breasts heaving.  He had really been hoping that the towel would magically fall from your body.  He let out a small whimper at the thought of you being naked for him to see and he squeezed his cock.

He was so sensitive.  He’d been too afraid to hurt anyone after the whole Sentry situation that he hadn’t been with anyone in months.  His breathing quickened as he imagined what you looked like under the towel.  He had been very close to your body when you had slept in his bed.  The muscles in his stomach tightened, as he felt his cock twitch in his pants.  The feeling of his impending orgasm snapped him out of his thoughts.  He squeezed the tip of his dick in an attempt to squash his arousal. 

Guilt quickly consumed him as he realized what he was about to do.  He had almost cum in his pants just from bumping into you coming out of the shower.  Jesus, all he had done was touch your arm.  The shame extinguished any remaining flames of desire, and he let his head fall back and hit the door behind him.  It hurt and he was glad.

[batlcver]

❝Had to be pink.❞

Nodding in agreement, just like all his stuff had to be black. "Oh, but black absorbs heat!!", it's light to be technical, but either way he didn't care. It was his favorite color, he was gonna wear it all he wanted, he was gonna get everything he could in black. Apparently even his puppy, though to be fair even if this puppy was white as snow he'd still pick him, it wasn't about the coat it was about the bond.

Quickly chugging what was left of his drink before tossing it in the trash, now was the time to focus. Dropping the lead's handle to his hand from around his leash, just in case he had to hand the pup off earlier than expected, giving Eros an understanding nod. Same thing he did way back when he came to one with his father, good way to be involved, but not directly.

❝Hopefully they move us along pretty fast since I know what I'm looking for, financing is usually the part that takes forever. If there's someone ahead of you? Pshhhh, have fun sitting there forever. It's pretty early though, let's hope we're in and out.❞

Offering a look of "get ready" as his voice lowers with the hope. Shooting an approaching salesman a smile and a wave, putting on his customer service voice as he says "hey" back. Hopefully he didn't look like a man that was easy to fuck over, he did his research first. It was all in his phone even.

There's a bit of back and forth small talk, a question of petting the puppy even, before the business talk starts. Here's where it really begins. The man gesturing for them to walk and talk, walking them all the way over to where the type he was looking for was parked. It takes him a moment of consideration, looking over ones available, yet nothing struck him yet. Yet.

Listening to the man try and talk up a white one of an earlier year, shaking his head with a frown. Did he look like the kind of guy that wanted a white car? Maybe if it was black he'd consider it more than the year he was looking at. Uttering up a "nah man", before continuing onto the next one. It takes 'til the end of the line once again- what was it with today, and his perfect choices being the last ones he gets to see?- before he spies it.

❝Ah, see that's what I'm talking about.❞ Gesturing with his free hand to the SUV at the end. ❝See what I mean Eros? Now that fits, don't you think?❞

Laughing as he asks. Of course it fit, it was entirely black, down to it's wheels. That's what fit him. Was it possibly stupid of him to get a brand new, current year, SUV? Maybe? Possibly if you were like super into cars and knew more than him about it. But, like, when was the last time he got to have something brand new? Even his phone was always an older model.

Getting a good look over it, he already knows. It's set in his bones, this is what he was going to get. Turning his attention back to the salesman with a certain tone in his voice, this was it. This was the one he would test drive first, but even without that he knew it was it. Anything was going to be ten hundred times better than his current car, but you always have to test it. Or at least that's what his father always said.

Giving the salesman a thumbs up as he goes to fetch the keys. Taking a moment to circle around the thing, damn it really was all black. Giving Eros a wide-eyed look as they waited around, it kinda didn't feel real just yet, it would when he got in that financing room that's for sure. Shifting his weight as he fiddled with the lead, the sound of keys getting his attention again. Eyes lifting off the puppy as he shifts to hand him over to Eros.

❝Hold him for a few?❞

     “ I have t' grab things f'er Daddy constantly and he used t' forget b'fore th' register so. ”

     A shrug as the smaller pulls his sandwich out of the bag and tosses it into the trashcan that's near them. The sandwich hanging out of his mouth as he gives a shrug before grabbing it.

     “ ‘m a college student livin’ on god knows what sometimes, ‘m stomach’s had worse. ”

     He follows behind the other and gets back into the car with a hum. Sunglasses brought down from his hair finally to help with the fact that they're driving towards the sun. Look for shade, but don't worry about it too much. Not like he'd thought too much on it before hand. Not like it mattered since they were going to be inside, like he'd said.

     It takes a bit before they get to the dealership. Gives him time to eat his sandwich even if properly driving usually takes both hands. And he has to hand his drink to Mason to open before he can actually enjoy it. And then he's more or less chugging it since it won't be cold for long. There isn't a lot of shade, but he finds something on the lot that's just shy of a couple trees and puts down a nice dappling of light. Which then means he can wait for Mason to let him out.

     And once that's done, he's stretching out and tossing the empty coffee bottle into another nearby bin. That's what they have those outside for, right?

     “ This place s'pretty nice at least. I've never been inside a dealership so… I mean – I gave Daddy th' money and he wanted t' take care of it cuz he didn't want me gettin' scammed or whatever. So I gave him th' budget, he took it t' th' place with me, then he came out and boom a nice li'l moped. Very cute, very pink. Had t' be pink or I was gonna die. ”

     A small nod before he's going back to petting and bothering the puppy with little hums and coos. He's just so fluffy! So sweet!

     “ Oh – um – I dunno a lot about this, though, so… ‘m jus’ gonna follow you, I guess. ”

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[twilight-deviant]

Take me to the Vincent and Charlie FiskMatt Coffee Shop AU.

[merlinfromberlin]

Hey! 

I finally finished the first chapter of this fic. :3 

First things first, this whole concept was inspired by @keef-a-corn and their notes on S01E14 of TFP (Sick Mind). More specifically them pointing out the way in which Bumblebee, despite being possessed by Megatron, opens his hand for Ratchet when the latter grabs his wrist. 

You can find the specific post here: https://www.tumblr.com/keef-a-corn/710534208967376896/dats-right-people-its-time-for-keef-watches?source=share 

Please check it out. It’s such a thoughtful and detailed collection of notes on the episode that brings me so much joy every time I look at it. And if you’re at it, they also have notes on most episodes in season 1 of TFP that you should check out, which are just as great. :3 

Summary:

Primus knew, Ratchet would do anything to shield his sparkling from harm. Yet, the War made exceptions for no one, not even at the insistence and threats of grumpy old medics. Thus, sometimes the only thing Ratchet could do was to hold and comfort Bumblebee in the aftermath of disaster.

Or: 5 times Ratchet had to encourage Bumblebee to open his servo. The gritty, the wholesome and the dark.

Or, put differently again: Ratchet (and theoretically Optimus) being Bumblebee’s parent with hints of background Optiratch. Lots of Angst. And 5 different scenarios of Ratchet having to encourage Bee to to open his hand. 

This first chapter is a bit dark and gritty, so please check out the tags and make sure you’re okay before going into it.  Enjoy. ^^ 

[ourceliumnetwork]

me, the symptoms experiencer, experiencing symptoms: wow gee i wonder what the fuck is happening right now i have no context for why i could possibly feel bad, surely i'm not experiencing symptoms. me, when i figure out it's the symptoms:

[mementoasts]

jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london

[quatregats]

Having a real autism moment over the idea of doing fieldwork

[yeonban]

Send me a ★ and I’ll bold what applies to your muse.

@antinomos asked: ★ Miwa @ Kokichi 🥺

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face (only to keep her safe) / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish (which is refreshing in the bleak jujutsu world he's used to) / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back (only to keep her safe) / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else