#I’ll have to make tags for em and stuff…man

[splittersplatter]

Ive been toying with an idea…would yall wanna see my agent ocs that are currently near the end of being works in progress :p

If not then Ill probably post them anyway regardless. LOL i like them a lot

[sttoru]

I was listening to 7 rings earlier and saw that post and my head immediately went to older bf suguru or satoru 😋

why not both hehe

tags; older bf!satoru/suguru x female reader (seperately). age gap (reader early 20’s, them early 30’s). suggestive. cult leader suguru yum. reader is depicted as innocent. nicknames ‘princess, sweetheart’.

GOJO SATORU

“satoru, are you. . sure? i mean it’s a lot of money and stuff,” you pout at your lover as he sits down on the comfortable chair in front of the fitting rooms. you’ve tried out a couple things by now—all which satoru has approved of. he recommends you to buy them all, but you’d feel guilty for agreeing. it’ll cost him a fortune.

satoru chuckles and leans back, manspreading with his hands limply resting on his thighs. he looks you up and down without an ounce of shame, “mhm. i’m completely serious when i’m telling ya to get ‘em all, princess.”

your shopping bags are piling up more and more. satoru bought you all the things you said you liked. or if he thinks a piece of clothing suits you nicely, he takes the initiative to buy it. the older man doesn’t look twice when handing the employee his black card.

“c’mere,” satoru gestures for you to come closer once the employee leaves to pack your purchases. he pulls you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough.

his hands run up and down your curves—feeling up the material of the dress you’re currently wearing. the sorcerer cannot wait until you’re home with him. he’ll have you give him a special fashion show with all the pretty lingerie he bought you.

satoru grins at the thought. your little squirms and whines of being ‘too sensitive’ makes him want to tease you even more. he doesn’t care if he’s in public or if anyone sees you; you’re all he focuses on.

“i jus’ wanna spoil my sweet girl—take care of her like she deserves,” the white-haired sorcerer whispers. a lingering kiss on your shoulder makes your breath hitch. he chuckles at your adorable reaction.

satoru holds you down on his thighs, hands firmly placed on your waist whilst he leaves kisses on your exposed skin. he’s got all the money and time in the world—all which he’s spending on his lovely girl.

“everything is yours. tell me what you want and i’ll buy it for you, baby. there’s no limit, ‘kay?”

GETO SUGURU

gentle fingers play with the strands of your hair. you lean into the touch, not really caring that people are staring right at you and your lover.

“your hair looks gorgeous like this, sweetheart,” suguru smiles sweetly. his legs are trapping you against him. your back and his chest touch—your head leaning on his shoulder. he’s completely got you under his spell with the way he’s holding you.

suguru had given you his card earlier and told you to spend it however you see fit. he would have gone shopping with you, though he unfortunately has to help a couple people who swear that they’re cursed.

he was still busy when you returned from your little trip. you didn’t want to bother him when he was working, but suguru excitedly invited you into the room once he spotted you. he wasted no time settling you on his lap and asking you all about your recent purchases.

“s-sir, could you please respond?” the shaky voice of a man snaps you out of your bubble. your gaze moves towards the poor citizen who’s groveling before suguru, the clear presence of a curse gnawing at his back.

suguru’s sweet attitude drops the moment that lowlife interrupted his time with you. his eyes darken and his grip on your hand tightens, showing just how much he’s holding back from murdering that man in cold blood.

he doesn’t want to scare you—no, he’d never kill someone in front of your eyes. he doesn’t want to taint your innocence like that.

“silence,” suguru’s sharp voice causes the man to shriek before he quiets down. a second passes before you feel your lover’s hand on your jaw, guiding your face back to his. the tender look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips instantly returns.

suguru’s other hand slowly traces the diamond necklace around your neck, “where were we again. . . ah, yes—tell me what else you got, darling. i want to hear it all.”

[sabertoothwalrus]

I probably missed it, but what IS your favourite Dungeon Meshi ship?

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED, I have a chart already hdhshdh

1) Farcille is my number one!!! I wish I’ve drawn more of them, but most of my ideas for them are longggg and angsty and take a lot more mental bandwith. I’ve said before, I approach comics like I’m pitching an idea, and I mostly* agree with people’s depictions of them, so I have less to say.

*I say mostly because I cannot stand when people depict Falin as possessive, or disregard her characterization to give her generic dommy alpha monster traits hdhshdjs NOT THAT IT’S BAD it just doesn’t feel true to her character. I find myself bored by it.

I’m also put off by some of the folks I’ve seen in the farcille tags. They’re like,,, cliquey?? There was a point where people were dunking on mlm ships that came off borderline terfy, as if most of the dungeon meshi mlm shippers aren’t transmascs and lesbians?? I wasn’t a fan of the hostility like lmao it’s cartoons man

2) labru……… I love them….. mostly just post-canon. I really love Kabru (I think he’s my favorite character overall) and I loveeee the poetry of their individual character arcs and how well they play together. Guy who struggles to be honest, even with his own feelings vs Guy who doesn’t even consider being anything except honest. Kabru needing to carefully, painstakingly craft a mask tailored to each individual he interacts with, vs Laios, who is the only one to make all of Kabru’s masks fall apart. Also I think they’re kinda aro about it. They’re really good t4t flavored too.

The main appeal is post-canon. The King and his advisor. His right hand man. But it’s also the way like,,, Laios is DEFINITELY not the one in charge in their relationship dhshshsh (and this is what peeves me about how @myszkaa’s labru comic got memed to hell and back…. they don’t understand the later of comedy is from the KING asking for PRAISE from his SUBORDINATE!!!)

I will say!! This ship has a lot of folks with good takes on it, but it’s not immune to flanderization and boring yaoification. It’s popular enough that there’s enough of the good stuff.

3) chilshi!! I’ll admit this one has less canon validation hdhshsh but I think they have a lot of post-canon potential, and I think their difference in lifespans + the contrast in their lifestyle habits is really interesting and directly addresses a lot of the Dungeon Meshi’s core themes.

Part of the reason I like hanging out with chilshi shippers is cause most of em are chill, more nuanced in discussions, and are actually willing to draw fat & hairy people. And middle aged people.

special mention Kabumisu. I WISH I LIKED THIS ONE MORE!! I’ve tried,,,, I see the potential but I’m so picky about it and most of the content for it does absolutely nothing for me 🙈

Another thing is I HAVE to be able to like a pairing platonically to ship them romantically. Obviously shipping isn’t the only thing that matters to be about dungeon meshi.

I could say a lot more. Feel free to ask about my thoughts 👍

[millerskitty]

Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: ANGST (see very bottom for spoiler warnings), confrontation, anxiety, fear

word count: 1.3k

tag list: @foxin5billion, @persiar9, @ivoryandflame , @victoriaholland & @zen3ca

masterlist

Chapter 11

Silence. There was too much of it, it was filling the room and suffocating you.

“Pop..” You said, attempting to break it.

“Shut your mouth.” Your father said, stepping towards Joel. You prayed that Sarah would stay in your room to avoid the scene that played out before you.

“She’s an adult.” Joel stood tall.

“Hasn’t always been.” Paw gritted.

“What are you implying?” Joel’s jaw clenched.

“I just want answers and I want em’ now.” Pop said, his own jaw mirroring Joel’s.

You took the ice towel from Joel’s hand as he turned his back on you and faced Pop.

“I can’t believe you’d even imply that I’d ever have eyes for her when she was…” Joel’s shoulders puffed out, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I simply asked a question, what’s keeping you from giving me a straight answer, son?” Pop was only a few inches taller than Joel, but he towered over him, his lip twisting with anger.

Joel hesitated and then pleaded for your father’s name. “How long have we been friends? You know I’m not that kind of man” There was a beat before he said, “we started takin’ up last winter.”

Pop looked at you for confirmation and you nodded. Your throat was tight and tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, puppy.” Pop sighed, running his hand over his face, and then taking a seat at the kitchen table, much to everyone’s relief. “Just what the hell kept you from telling me? How can you not expect me to be concerned?”

Joel turned to look at you. He wanted permission to come clean. You nodded, wiping your tears and you took your seats beside each other.

So he sat across from Pop and told him most of the story. You joined the conversation, telling Pop the part about how you’d denied your connection multiple times before deciding to give it a shot. Sarah eventually emerged from your room, handing you the dress. You changed in the laundry room, afraid to be far away from Joel and Pop while they reconciled. When you rejoined them, Pop was pouring shots of whiskey.

“And if you hurt him, I’ll deal with your ass, pup.” Pop teased, but you knew he truly did value his friendship with Joel. Their friendship was solid, you were grateful that Pop could see reason.

The men laughed and Sarah rolled her eyes. “She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You musta’ never dealt with her during her lady time.” Pop cackled.

And then it dawned on you. Your lady time. It was a joke, meant to make you laugh, but you froze momentarily and then excused yourself from the table, heading to your bathroom. You had been so distracted with holiday stuff that you’d forgotten about your cycle completely. Your hands shook as you dug around under your sink for the untouched box of pregnancy tests you had stashed. You unwrapped one and peed into a little paper cup.

Five minutes felt like forever. You lined up three tests, all activated and generating their results on the lid of the toilet. You suddenly didn’t have an appetite for Christmas Eve dinner. Your heartbeat was drumming in your ears as you heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.

You jumped, using your body to shield the tests on the toilet seat, but the wrappers and box were all over the sink. Sarah stared at you, holding her arms out for a hug. You were confused, but you leaned into her and hugged her back.

“Girl, you are not slick. Rushing to the bathroom after a period joke?” Sarah, your ever observant companion patted your back and then froze in your arms. She called your name once, twice. But you knew. She wasn’t slick either. Her physical reaction was a dead giveaway to what she saw behind your back while embracing you.

You reluctantly turned around to face them. The three little plus signs taunted you from the lid of the toilet. You felt faint. Sarah pulled your arm and you collapsed in her arms, whimpers turned into quiet sobbing as she held you.

“No, no, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to hold me like this.” You said, wiping your tears with the back of your hands. Your face was hot and wet with tears, you knew your makeup was probably long gone.

“Listen to me.” She said, brushing your hair from your face. “Are you listening?” She asked.

You nodded.

“You are going to be fine. I am going to be fine. Dad is going to be nervous first, and then he will be fine too. Although I advise waiting until after dinner to tell him.” She smiled, hugging you tighter.

“I’m so sorry, Sarah.” You thought about what Joel had said on Halloween. “He is not going to be alright.”

“He is, because I want this for you. I love having you in my life, you’ve made him happier than he’s been in a long time. You make my life better.”

“Sarah…” You whispered.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. This isn’t like with his ladies of the night. This is the real deal. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone other than you.”

“Seen him like what?”

“Up and ready to face each day in the morning. He has a pep in his step that just seemingly developed out of nowhere. He’s more confident, more involved with me, less absorbed with work. I think he’s finally allowing himself to be happy.”

“He hasn’t told me much about how he feels.”

“He’s just like that. Dad is Dad, his actions are always louder. That little scene was his way of saying he loves you, he wants to protect you.”

“Jesus Christ, how much do I owe you for the crisis counseling?” You chuckled, sniffling and pulling some tissue out to blow your nose.

“We’re even now, I guess.” Sarah grinned, tears forming in her eyes. “Seems we’re locked in for life n, huh?” She said, motioning towards your stomach.

“I guess so!” You giggled, looking back down at the tests. You picked them up, staring at them in disbelief. You were going to be a mother. Joel was going to be a father again. You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach and stored the tests in the box.

“Let's get back out there.” Sarah said as you washed your hands.

You nodded, taking a makeup wipe and wiping off the remaining makeup from your eyes. Your eyes were puffy and your lips were swollen from crying.

The guys had just finished setting up the table; Pop was slicing the turkey and Tommy was handing out beers. He set one down at your place at the table.

“Beer for Christmas dinner?” you said in a joking tone.

“Well excuse me,” Tommy looked playfully offended, taking it back.

“Only the finest for you.” Joel pulled out a bottle of red wine from the fridge. You figured one small glass wouldn’t hurt.

Pop said grace over the food and you held onto Joel’s hand, squeezing it three times very slowly. One, I, two, love, three, you. You hadn’t expected him to, but he returned the three squeezes and smiled gently. He was happy. He was free to show interest in you. There would be no more sneaking around or hiding. Everyone was still together, one big family. About to get a little bigger. You tried to hold down your dinner as everyone around you cracked jokes and ate enthusiastically.

Joel was smiling. You admired him while he ate. The flex of his jaw as he chewed made something stir just below your navel. He was yours, he would be a great father, he already was. You thought about what Sarah said. You made him happy, inspired him to do better, to be better. You hoped that wouldn’t change when he learned the news.

spoiler warnings: unplanned pregnancy!!!

[muwapsturniolo]

✯Matt dating a black girl✯

-he doesn’t know how he pulled you fr but he’s very happy he did

-if you’re rowdy (like me fr) he gets stressed.

-I’m talking deep sighs and rubbing over his face in frustration

-“bitches can’t say excuse me?”

-“y/n please don’t start.”

-“you saying that makes me want to start”

-when he gets in his lil moods (tough guy) yall bud heads

-“Matt who are you talking to cause I know damn well it’s not me!”

-hears your tone and apologizes (it’s the same tone our mommas use when we talk back💀)

-for my soft black girlies, you always have him giggling like a lil girl

-“you so handsome, I just wanna smother you in kisses!”

-if he catches an attitude with you and you gets upset, he’s on his knees saying sorry.

-if you got ass, he can’t handle the twerking😭 his head actually moves in circles and his eyes are WIDE!!!

-sexxy redd comes on at a party and you start dancing, this man starts blushing and everyone tells him he can’t handle you (he can)

-he loves when you sit on his lap. Chairs are available? He does not give af, SIT ON HIS LAP!!!

-if you got titties, his eyes won’t stay off of em. You could be wearing a regular tshirt and he gonna be like 👀

-“Matt stop looking at my boobs I’m literally in my wash day tshirt”

-“don’t care, I’m not arguing with a girl who has big boobs!”

-speaking of wash day

-this man loves watching the process

-keeps asking questions like a lil kid

-“what’s this for? Why do you need to many creams and oils? Does that hurt? WHY IS SO MUCH HAIR COMING OUT!?”

-“stop talking to me because my hair isn’t acting right and I’m two seconds away from crying and hitting myself with this brush.”

-wants to help but chooses not too, afraid he will put the wrong creme in the wrong order

-he loves going to the beauty supply because the aunties fawn over him.

-“hey Matt baby! Our girl treating you right?”

-“hi auntie Yolanda. She is, but she got mad because I didn’t get her candy she wanted.”

-“y/n if you don’t leave this boy alone!”

-“I didn’t even do anything!”

-buys all your stuff with no problem!

-“you always smell like pancakes and syrup.”

-goes feral over your shea butter, coco butter, vanilla, brown sugar scent.

-I’m talking he wants to be all over you and possibly have sex anywhere.

-“Matt we are in the car going to my parents house!”

-“Please? I’ll be quick.”

-he doesn’t not understand time! If you don’t know what I mean, let me explain.

-“shouldn’t we be leaving now? It starts at 5.”

-“no. 5 means you will be helping set up. We need to be there at 6:15.”

-blinks at you in confusion but nods anyway.

-if you not that close to your fam he gets confused as to why

-“don’t you think you should talk to them? That argument happened two years ago?”

-“and I’ll still swing at thanksgiving dinner!”

-loves eating at your parents house but thinks everything is supper spicy.

-“Matt it’s literally just seasoning salt?¿”

-“are you sure?”

-lowkey gets mouthy with your family on accident but he apologizes when your mom gives him, the look (yall know what im talking about)

-At the cook out he’s gets roped in to grilling.

-mf suddenly has a towel over his shoulder and joking with your uncles.

-he does sum that makes you and your fam look at him oddly.

-“Gon head and sit at the kids table baby.”

That’s all I can think of💀 hope yall enjoy

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[ivystoryweaver]

Special Delivery

Based on this very patient nonnie’s requests: “I was thinking about Steven Grant x male reader. Like something very and super fluff with him, cause I love him so much and I love fluff stuff with him” Original asks here, here , and here - tysm nonnie!

Summary: You're making a delivery to the museum's gift shop and the cutest gift shop clerk has to sign for it (It's Steven, of course)

Pairing: Steven Grant x m!reader

Word Count: 724

Content: fluff, flirting, meet cute, not beta'd

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“Stevie, if I have to ask you one more time to answer the back door bell, I swear I’ll take the shipping fare out of your paycheck.”

Steven’s entire body tenses as his supervisor’s grating voice echoes across the museum gift shop.

“Right. On it, boss,” he amicably musters with a cheesy mock salute, grumbling a curse under his breath as he shuffles off the sales floor, through the swinging door marked “Employees Only”. Rummaging around for his keys, he groans as the bell rings again, signaling what’s likely to be an impatient and possibly rude delivery person.

“Just a moment,” he sighs, checking each and every pocket for his keys, hopelessly tossing his dark curls out of his eyes as he finally produces his keyring. “Could’ve sworn I left those in my jacket,” he murmurs, attempting to remember the past twenty-four hours, vaguely realizing he could not, in fact, remember much at all.

Then the bell trills again - insistently. One, two, three times in a row.

“All right, hold your bloody horses…” Steven trails off, yanking the door open, eyes going wide at the sight of you.

Dressed smartly in your delivery uniform, you chomp on your gum, reaching up to cheekily tip your cap to the flustered gift shop clerk.

“Doorbell broken?” You casually ask, popping your gum. “Must’ve rung half a dozen times.”

“So sorry,” Steven rushes to apologize. “Bit of trouble finding my keys. Come right in.”

You chuckle warmly, rather than condescendingly, as the shorter (and very cute) man reaches for a box to help you unload.

“You know, they pay me to do that, mate.” The corner of your mouth curls as his bright brown eyes go wide.

“Oh god, sorry. Wouldn’t want to break anything.” Steven almost jumps back, pulling his hands closely to his chest - a gesture so adorable your heart trips over itself. “Just wanted to help, is all,” he adds.

“Appreciate it,” you sincerely reply, but…noticing the rosy hue creeping across his cheeks, you chance a wink, nodding down at his name tag. “Steven.”

“With a V,” he chuckles, a bit flustered. “Steven with a V. That’s me.”

“I see that,” you smirk, pointing, once again to his name tag. “Can’t really make deliveries if I can’t read now, can I?”

The thing is - everyone calls Steven the wrong name. Everyone. Stevie, Scotty, ‘hey you!’ The fact that you read his name tag and winked... Maybe you winked?

Steven probably imagined that. "Right, em, guess I'll get out of your way then." He makes a circular motion with his hand. "Sure you have a whole system going. Sorry to bother."

"No bother," you shake your head, expertly offloading a huge palate of shipment with astonishing ease.

Steven wets his lips at the way your uniform shirt fits your arms and chest. "Must be new here..." He finds himself murmuring.

"What's that?" You pause, slinging your arm over your dolly full of boxes.

"Oh, em, haven't seen you 'round. Must be new," Steven repeats, snapping out of his distracted stare. Returning the favor, he reads your name from your uniform shirt tag.

"New route," you explain, pivoting the dolly up with your foot, ready to move it again, but you pause - eyes raking over Steven's adorably hunched body. A mess of dark curls, and purple circles under eyes with secrets and stories to tell. Hands with long, lovely fingers drawn carefully to his chest. Still...he's handsome. And kind.

To most people, you're invisible. But Steven's noticed you. "Gotta say. I like the view." With another well-timed wink, you chomp your gum and carry on with your task.

Once you finish, you have the gift shoppist electronically sign your tablet. "I will see you later, Steven with a V." You smile warmly.

"Every Monday and Thursday!" He exuberantly quotes the delivery schedule to you, as if you aren't aware.

"All right. Thursday then." Pulling your work glove off your hand, you take a chance, crossing over the line of professionalism. "Nice to meet you...Steven." You extend your hand for a shake, completely right about how it would feel to touch him.

Yeah. You're glad you've left your number scribbled on the top box. Maybe he'll call you before Thursday. If not, you'll make sure to write it on his hand next time.

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Steven Grant-Centric stories

Moon Knight Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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[esperata]

wip tag game

Thank you @cowboygren

rules: the tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your wips that starts with that letter.

I've chosen to take the excerpts all from the same multi-chapter fic.

my word: THRILL

The first stage had been getting them all there and that was nearly done. They were just waiting on their final member and in the meantime the others were idling outside. It was going about as well as she expected. The scout was bouncing a ball repeatedly against a wall, a fact which was annoying the spy who was trying to casually lean against it, while Soldier kept yelling as if the activity was military training. Their demolition expert was well on his way to drunk and the Pyro looked to be itching to set him on fire, possibly because with his alcohol intake he’d be highly flammable. Naturally enough, the sniper was waiting the most patiently, although the engineer had also settled agreeably to wait, but the medic was undoubtedly making them nervous. His lack of awareness on boundaries and professional curiosity was liable to get him punched. They were thankfully all distracted as the final vehicle pulled up and their team was completed with the large man stepping out to survey them critically. The medic immediately switched focus and practically skipped over. “Oh-ho, what an impressive specimen!”

He stepped into the RED’s bedroom and quickly glanced about at the surroundings stopping short as he saw an unfamiliar flag pinned on the wall. “What flag is that?” he asked suspiciously but Demo just grinned proudly. “Scotland! Home of the Brave!” “Ah.” Solider nodded. “Proud warriors.” “Aye.” He handed over a bottle and lifted his own to clink it. “Down with the bloody English, eh mate?” “I’ll drink to that.” Soldier echoed his toast and took a healthy swig before grimacing. “That’s strong stuff.” “Scrumpy. Strong but without the burn o’ nitroglycerine.” He laughed and drank deeply again. Soldier took a more careful sip but smiled nonetheless, comfortable in the company. With little ceremony he took a seat on the bed, being the only free space to sit in the room. “What brought you to enlist, lad?” “Eh, host of reasons,” Demo answered vaguely. “And, y’know, not many people are willing to hire a one-eyed explosive expert with a penchant for drink.”

“Right. Whatever. I am offering you the chance of a lifetime.” He inflated his meagre chest. “How d’you want to join the burning rubber club?” “The… burning rubber club?” he repeated dubiously. “Yeah.” As ever Scout’s attention wandered. “I’m at a loose end and feeling all hyped with unused energy. And I kind of want to complete my set, y’know?” “To be honest, no, I do not know,” Spy admitted. That brought him Scout’s attention back. “Sex, dude,” he explained bluntly. “I already got Soldier, Demo, Sniper – I thought about asking Heavy but I think Medic might kill me. Unless maybe I ask him first-” “You have slept with half the team?” Spy interrupted. “You had sex with Sniper?” “Yeah.” He laughed. “To be honest, all of ‘em were pretty grateful. As you’d expect.” He puffed up proudly again. “So? How about it?” Every part of Spy recoiled from the suggestion. “Are you mad?” he demanded. “What? Oh, ‘cause you’re so old and decrepit?” “Non. Because,” -his brain tried to locate the source of his visceral reaction but came up blank- “You are a barely legal brat.” “Barely legal? I’m 27! I’m like, peak sexual prime!” “Regardless, I am not interested.” “You know what? Whatever. It’s your loss. I’ll go see if Engineer has more sense.”

Inside was something that brought sci-fi-horror films to mind. Although there were obvious signs of the doctor’s equipment what caught Pyro’s attention most was the flock of doves. Cooing at them got reciprocal coos and Pyro danced excitedly. Medic however was focused on his procedure. “Now, Pyro. Your medical records got to me slightly singed.” He held up the undeniably burned sheaf of paper. “So, I don’t exactly know what I’m dealing with.” There was a beat before he grinned widely. “Which makes this exciting, no?” Pryo nodded, mostly wanting to be agreeable, and awaited further instruction. “Strictly speaking, I only need attach this to your heart,” -Medic held up a strange device- “but it would be a squandered opportunity if I didn’t do some exploratory investigation once I have you opened up.” He switched out the metallic object for his bonesaw and stared avidly at Pyro. The look was scary enough that opening up willingly was the better option so Pyro obliged.

“Like a Venusfliegenfalle,” he muttered. “But to what evolutionary purpose?” A finger poked at entrails and Pyro giggled at the sensation. “And what’s that dark patch?” Pyro replied in a language not normally heard on Earth and Medic briefly zoned out. The nether called out and Pyro was tempted briefly to open fully to embrace him utterly. If anyone else could appreciate Pyro’s home then surely it was this mad doctor. Before the decision could be made however, Medic snapped out of it and grinned widely. “I would love to dig around in all your organs but I do need to find the heart, ja?” He began examining the less unrecognisable bits, talking in German as he did.

“Last time.” Across from him, Spy nodded thoughtfully and Sniper could see the cogs turning. As if in sync, the cogs in his own head turned and realisation hit him. “This is what you meant,” he said. “About cloning taking pieces away.” He frowned. “But you should have respawned…” “Oh? I died outside of battle? That would explain it.” “What do you mean? Explain how?” A slightly bitter look crossed Spy’s face and he inhaled carefully while staring at the end of his cigarette. “Medic likes to punish us for perceived failures. That or he believes the new clone will be an improvement for some reason but I find that doubtful.” A lot of thoughts were competing in Sniper’s head but first among them was the understanding that Spy had no memory of what happened. They could forget all about it. As long as he didn’t mention it then there was no need to deal with any of the fallout. “So… you don’t remember anything from last time?” He fixed his gaze on his blade as he spoke, unsure what response he wanted to hear. What he heard was another sigh. “I assume I did something reprehensible since it resulted in my death, presumably at your hands or else you wouldn’t have known I should have respawned. Which would also explain your tension when I arrived,” he added distractedly. “You kissed me,” Sniper confessed. Spy froze.

Tagging @sleepymccoy @ramenflavoredchaos @arcanemoody and @thedreammweaver if you want to. Your word is TEMPT

[mochilatae]

Highest Bidder (Renjun x FemReader)

Word Count: 5.26k (ish)

Pairing: Renjun x FemReader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Power dynamics (boss and employee), breaking in after hours (legal stuff), oral sex (Fem receiving), tongue fucking, licking, clit sucking, obsessive behavior (you and him), kissing, nipple licking/sucking, public play, orgasms (yours), implied sex (later on), rule breaking (from signed agreements/rules).

Genre: PwP, Strangers to Lovers

AUs: None

Summary: You're determined to win what you're after when you attend a company sponsored fundraiser auction. What you win delivers more than you expected and makes you the envy of the entire office gossip pool.

Author’s Note: My first foray into the NCT Dream world with a fic involving my bias Renjun. I was nervous but I'm very happy with it. If you read it, I hope you like it too.

I tried to proofread. Ignore any typos or issues. Be gentle and nice. JUST ENJOY IT.

If you want to give a kudo or comment telling me that you liked it, I would love to know. If you feel like reblogging, it's always appreciated but never required.

Tag List: None but if you want to be added for future NCT Dream fics, let me know! @kiestrokes see I did it and ventured out of my BTS world for once!

Even if you regretted it, the time to back out had already passed. From the way your friend was staring at you, standing at your side in line, you knew she wanted to ask. You spoke and cleared the question clouding her stare. 

“I did it. I can’t believe it but… Yeah.”

“I can’t believe it either. It’s a lot of money.” 

That was one of the major points: how much this cost you. Saving for months until the bank balance reached 4 digits wasn’t easy. In fact on some days it felt like an impossible goal, but for every second you felt like quitting, you knew this moment right here, in line to pay, would be worth it. 

And how right you’d been. Your smile practically screamed it.

“Admit it..you couldn’t have done it.” You meant the saving AND the balls it took to come here tonight and participate. Both of which you knew she admired because your friend had been the one to tell you about this gala at the new years office party. 

“Y/n..” Her arms crossed as she huffed. The satisfaction of her glower faded as you both fixated on the bodies ahead, taking another uniform and slow step forward. One payment at a time, the reality was creeping. 

And the mouth of this massive thing you’d gotten yourself into opened wider. Whatever happened, failure or miracle, the legend of this memory would go with you the rest of your life. Not to mention the levels your reputation would jump in the work gossip pools… A little cherry atop it all. 

A few steps closer and your friend’s fingers circled your wrist and cinched as her breath hitched against your ear. “What if it’s a bust. What if he’s an asshole.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” You reasoned. “I won, fair and square. For the night he’s whatever I want him to be. He has to set everything aside and be mine.” 

“I heard—” You held up a hand and she stopped cold. 

“We got that out of the way months ago. Don’t think I didn’t freak out. I paid my dues. It’s not fair to speculate what this man could be like based on rumors.” Nevermind that the chatterboxes in the office LOVED to make a second job out of speculating exactly what this man was like. Some of the more creative ones had your brows rising and others had your knees weak–but not in a good way. 

“I just hope you have a good time. That’s a lot of money, Y/n.” 

“So he better make it worth my while. Guys like him–and the others who put themselves up there tonight are getting a taste of being average for a night. He can handle it. And I’ll get to live it up with  a guy so far out of my league I might as well be on another continent.” 

“You have my thoughts and prayers.” Your friend hummed. After a beat, she gave your wrist a soft tug and continued. “....And my number. Deets later?” 

Finally your hand fell to your side, limp and empty as your friend parted ways from you one person from the payment counter. You stepped up alone, the echo of the ballroom crowd melting away into a distant hum. Meeting your stare was a curious but kind looking woman. You vaguely recognized her from the accounting department. 

After a tight smile, she lifted the pen in her right hand, keeping it poised over a ledger. The cream paper in a ridiculously expensive leather binder was open on the table and ready.

Trying on a polite smile, you waved your bid paddle. 

“#124. The—”

The woman blinked, then her eyes went to the page an imposing list of numbers next aligned with first name initials and full last names. Most of them you recognized but hardly any you worked with. Such was the separation in the company work culture–until tonight. 

Ovaries of steel. I did it. I earned it. This is MINE. HE’S mine. You waited, fingers tightening around the paddle handle, watching the woman’s part as her head stayed bowed. She ran a finely manicured nail down the list until she located what you barely discerned was your number, then followed it across to the first name initial, the last name. Her fingertip slid the farthest column. As she paused, then slowly glanced up, one brow-perfectly done-shifted higher. 

“Mr. Huang…” You couldn’t lie and say the vague disbelief in her voice wasn't satisfying as hell. You kept the smirk off your lips and nodded. Then waited. 

“Renjun–yes.” You couldn’t help it and the woman’s eyes flinched wide, then she hurriedly jotted an initial on that same line and laid the pen down.

This night was all about formality, but then again this kind of fundraiser bucked the trends for the company’s business activities so you reasoned you had room to be a little informal at this moment. 

Looking up this time, her brows were even again and she looked a little smug too. “$5000.” 

Even though you had a bit more than that in your bank account and you’d prepared, it was still a bit of sticker shock. But not enough to keep you from passing your card into her waiting grasp. After she ran it and slid the receipt across to you, signing it was easy. She passed you a second, yellow carbon copy with details you didn’t care about, noted on it. 

“He’ll meet you shortly. Please remember: no law breaking. Illegal activities and anything that would bring shame to the company—” She’d taken a small inhale before speaking, winding up like it was going to be a long, LONG time before she’d finished the caveat.

“Yes.. I’ve read the fine print.” Too many times. You could only hope it wasn’t rude to cut her off. At this point you could have recited to her by rote and put both of you to sleep. It was enough legalese and boiler plate legality to choke a New York defense attorney. You just wanted to hit fast forward on this evening. 

You wanted to see HIM. 

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Receipt tucked in your clutch, you stared out at the groups of people spotting the ballroom. It was wrapping up, although the live orchestra didn’t seem to be on the same schedule, playing as if the night had barely gotten started. It was hard to decide if you would frame the yellow slip in the depths of your clutch or laminate it. Both were reasonable and a must for this moment in your life. This went beyond the usual scrapbook fodder.

“Miss Y/n?” 

You hadn’t ever properly heard his voice, but you still knew it. All too easily and readily. That’s what you got for a man like this catching your eye in training videos and the company tour on your first few days, post internship. It was hard to swallow around the pulsing in your throat, but you managed and turned towards the voice. 

Dark eyes narrowed. Slicked back hair, equally dark, framed his smooth features, angling to one side. You’d never seen his hair this neat and picture perfect. In every photo and video you’d seen, he was damn close to ideal so it beggared belief that he’d topped himself right now.

But it shouldn’t have shocked you. 

When your gazes met completely, he smiled. He stood, hands neatly in front of his hips, well within reach of you. He was exquisite, almost haloed by the ballroom light. Stage lights had given him a god like sheen and it wasn’t a trick.

“Yes. Y/n.” You stuck out your hand. “Mr. Huang.” 

His brows evened out over a heavy stare that eventually softened. He took your hand, wrapping all five in his gasp, then pulled towards his lips. Before they stroked he murmured “Renjun, please.” 

“Renjun..” You managed, feeling heavy in the guts and light between the ears. Your heels bore more weight as you swayed slightly back for a moment at the silken heat brushing the hills of each knuckle and valley between.

“That’s better.” He hummed then smiled wider. After standing straight, Renjun’s eyes darted among the crowd with a huff. You watched, trying to commit his lines and angles to your permanent memory. Your eyes were bigger than your stomach and you certainly proved it tonight with this complete 7 course delight standing in front of you. 

“...What do we do now?” You asked. Renjun’s brows lifted, then his head angled with a smile. 

“Asking me? Isn’t that YOUR choice, Miss Y/n?” 

“Just Y/n.” You offered, boldly. Feeling the warmth rushing your neck and cheeks in a blink. When he chuckled, you wanted to twirl and giggle. Instead your grip strangled the clutch. 

“Mmm…” Looking pensive, Renjun boldly studied you, head to toe. After a moment he nodded. “Y/n..” Clearing his throat, his hand hovered again.

“Walk with me.”

Taking it, you let him lead after he pulled you closer and loop his arm so you moved as one. Very much like a couple. If he hadn’t been holding onto you, no doubt you’d have shot through the ceiling of this place with the elation coursing through every limb and prickling your scalp. 

People weren’t registering as you paced him, stride for stride and he weaved you both seamlessly through the crowd. Through heat and scent. Through laughter and titters of conversation. Through the buzz of excitement and anticipation that filled the room like an ocean, lulling back and forth across the entire space as the evening shifted.

Renjun was serene, strolling like there was all the time in the world. About as far as you could get from the few hours you’d won. A man like him could buy the time he needed. Tonight, it was your time. 

“Tell me what to do. I’m yours, after all.” 

For the night. You thought. 

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As you climbed out of the car and stood next to him, you both looked up at the building–an immeasurably tall shape, stretching so high it almost disappeared against the night sky, save for the sparkling of a few errant stars that had finally come out. 

“You’re sure you want to go here?” Renjun asked, plainly. There wasn’t disbelief in his voice. He seemed intrigued, if anything was detectable.

You nodded, taking his arm again as you both began the approach to the double doors, up the long path from the car at the curb to the building entrance.

“Is it bad?” 

“No.” He smiled, eyes still fixed above. His dress shoes and your heels echoed as you both entered the courtyard, stepping a bit more briskly this time. At this time of night you were normally on your couch, in sweats, hair in a half bun, binging Severance and some Haagen Dazs.

What a difference a few months and a ton of bravery made. 

At the double doors Renjun paused and fished into one pants pocket, coming out with a key card shortly afterwards. He waved it over the small black pad near the door and the light went from red to green. After a soft click he opened the door, then nodded. You stepped inside, hearing the click at your back. 

Inside the building when it was dark and even more imposing. The swish of Renjun’s steps increased as he hurried to follow you through the lobby, to the elevator bank. As you stood at one of the doors, he leaned near you and stabbed the call button.

More silence had you studying his silhouette in the brushed steel face of the elevator doors. How often had you both taken this exact car? What time did he come in, each morning? You knew how regimented your schedule was–from waking, to eating, to dressing and even the semi-jog to make the early train into the city. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, hand in his pocket so comfortably. 

“I was just thinking about work.” 

“Is that why you brought me here?” He chuckled. 

“No.” Again heat stirred but this time in your chest. You felt bubbling in your belly and passed a hand over that spot. “I..can’t explain. I just… need this.” 

“Mmhmm.” Renjun gave a single nod and went quiet until the arriving ding of the elevator was followed by the doors opening. He waved a hand and stepped in after you, taking a spot in front of the button panel. 

And here you were, a legend in the steno pool and copy room. But not for any reason to be proud. You’d barely found your feet work-wise, and finally didn’t come to work expecting a pink slip on your desk. 

“Where to?” He asked, stare entirely on you and expectant. But not in the way you’d ever seen at work.

You knew the rumors: Renjun was so unpredictable. Even scary, depending on who you asked. His legendary silence was enough to make executives anxious to push their teams for perfection.

He wasn’t a CEO, but he wasn’t far off, the way Renjun was moving up the corporate ladder.

“The boardroom.” 

He didn’t stare long, turning back to the panel and selecting that floor. It was almost near the top of the button panel. You watched the light changing, going button to button, creeping closer to that selected number. It was too soon as your belly somersaulted when the elevator car halted there. The light on that button went out and the doors slid open wide, revealing dark carpet–normally a beautiful hunter green–looking almost black. Beams of moonlight cut across the long, empty hall through the windows at the far end. 

You stepped out and Renjun followed. As you walked, you noticed he was a step back and stayed that way. It almost felt unnatural without his arm to cling onto. But you kept moving. The night wouldn’t stop and neither should you if getting your money’s worth meant anything.

“I’m impressed by your bid.” Renjun said as you glanced at each dark door, looking for that familiar brass plate label. “That’s a lot of money. Nothing to sniff at.” 

“Yeah.” You replied. 

“Do you make it a habit to get into bidding wars or was it just some other inspiration that brought you to the fundraiser tonight?” 

You stopped at the familiar door halfway down the hall from the elevator. Conference Room 3. You were certain this was the one the executives used for whatever they did every day. Daily meetings seemed to be a bane and private hell, the way they all looked so pressed afterwards. 

But you also couldn’t stop wondering about what exactly was said behind this closed door. The gossip in the office didn’t do it justice. 

You touched the knob and tried it, finding it was unlocked. Not that it would be locked if the whole building was secured by key pads, carded security locks and a phalanx of guards that gave the city police force a run for their money.

“I wanted to win.” 

“Win?” 

Renjun held the door as you dipped inside the dark room. Almost immediately the lights blinked on and he looked up towards the source: several fixed rail lights overhead, running parallel with the long conference table–a rich cherry wood piece that bounced every ray of moonlight off and made the tabletop look almost icy and wet at the same time. 

“You. I wanted to win you.” It was bold and you couldn’t take back what you said. Even if you wanted to. Turning to face him, you watched Renjun walk the perimeter of the table end closest to the door. He was watching you and tracing two fingers along the table edge. 

For a moment all his features disappear when he walked out of the moonlight, into a slice of shadows. It was only his form and his voice. You couldn’t move, standing closer to the head of the table, near where a projector screen was normally extended. 

“Win…me? I think you should explain yourself, Y/n.”

“Why? I don’t want to. Didn’t you say it was my choice what we did? I’m telling you what I don’t want to do–explain myself.” 

“Mmnnn.” This time his chuckle was almost a growl. He sounded delighted for a moment. You knew that no one in higher positions at the company probably heard that kind of tone often enough. “I did say that. Good memory. I have a good memory too, Y/n.” 

“Do you? Well..Renjun…Tell me.. Do you know the company employees very well? There’s a lot of us.”

“I’m confident enough. With the new hires and interns, I’m still learning. But this isn’t about them, is it?” 

“No.” You smiled, watching him get closer and enjoying how your nipples and thighs tightened under the confines of your gown. You had a similar reaction seeing him for the first time on your second week, when he came through with a handful of suited men orbiting him. He hadn’t seen you then but it didn’t matter.

“You want to hear I know who you are.” 

“Yes.” 

“Well I do.” He inhaled briefly, then stepped exactly across from you and leaned a palm onto the table. The other hand collected a small remote and he aimed it at the wall. A moment later a whirring sound filled the space. Slowly a satiny looking screen lowered into place. The projection screen that had been missing. Shapes flashed across the large white space–the company logo. The intro screen, then the desktop for the small computer used to project powerpoints and videos. 

“Your starting date..” He mused, then smiled and gave it, down to the hour on that very day. You blinked, then nodded. This was what you asked for–prove his attention. Prove that, at least for tonight, you were on his radar and you could live in the fantasy that he was a little more than interested in your body of work as an employee. 

“Yes..” You confirmed. “Where did I graduate?” 

“It all depends–are you asking about the junior college or university?” 

You swallowed hard and shrugged. But the truth was, you were so horny suddenly. So damn dizzy your fingers sank against the unyielding wood top and you hung on for dear life. The world beyond his shape against the floor to ceiling windows behind him seemed to sway lightly as you exhaled. 

“4 year..” You managed. Like your start date, he nailed the month and year. 

“What else do you want to know, Y/n? What can I tell you about yourself? Ask me–I think you’ll find I know much more than our HR was inclined to allow, legally speaking.” 

This time you whined as Renjun clicked a button on the remote and a video started playing. It was one of the mindless introductory, training and general ‘About Us’ company videos you’d spent hours watching on your first proper day. Enough to ignore, if you knew the ins and outs, which by now you did. 

He rounded the end of the table near the screen and came towards you. Close enough to reach out and touch your body. That came a moment later as you took another deep breath that escaped in a shudder of your parted lips. A few fingers traced your jaw as his eyes surveyed you with wonderment–open and blatant. 

“I know when you were born. I know your best friend.. Your parents still live in your childhood home outside town.” He didn’t miss a beat, giving your address, down to the ½ portion on the street number. 

You inhaled, tasting his cologne as his wrist smoothed the apple of your cheek. His cufflink sparkled this close. You weren’t ashamed, eyes aching in the sockets to close. 

“Mr. H..huang..” You began and paused when pressure moved over your lips as a drawn out ‘Shhhh’ ceased whatever you were about to say. He had to know, like you suddenly did, whatever you were going to follow it with didn’t matter. 

“It's Renjun." He murmured, then continued. "You asked and I’m proving myself, Y/n. I know you.. In the interest of transparency, it’s not enough. There are things I want to learn. I’m a thorough boss and I find successful employees are fully open to me. Working together with full knowledge of your coworker is the key to success. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hmmmmpph..” You managed, legs weak at how hot and soft his palm felt cupped against the side of your neck. You leaned a hip firmly against the table edge as Renjun’s heat came closer and his front fitted against you. Chest to chest and belly to belly, he studied your face. 

You could barely see the radiance of the projector’s light reflecting in the depths of his irises. 

“What do you want from me, Y/n? I’m yours… And YOU’RE the one in charge tonight.” 

“God..” You whined. “P..please Renjun..” You were shaking now and didn’t care how it looked. The table pressured against your hip bone sent bolts of pain up your side and down your thigh but you barely felt it for the most part. 

“Tell me what to do..” He intoned, quieter as the words rode the low volume of the droning narrator on the video still playing. 

Your mind surged through all pretense of politeness and shyness left in the way of your true needs, deep inside. The doors flung open in the pits of arousal and you spoke before you could gather coherent thought and make a complete sentence. 

“Your mouth. …Between..--”

Renjun’s grin was wide, pulling his lips away from his teeth, giving a peek of brilliant white as he pulled back a little, then leered down, between your bodies. His fingers briefly tightened along the side of your neck,then slid down to trace the curve of your natural waist. 

“You want my mouth on you? You want me to taste you, Y/n?” Your head bobbed. Renjun clearly growled his time and his fingers crawled, slowly gathering more and more of the dress material. It crept up your thigh until he had enough to push it up over one hip. His lips neared your collar bone and your senses reeled when strands of his hair tickled across your nose. Across your lips, hints of floral almost choking you. 

“You think I’m good at eating pussy? Is that what they whisper about? I know they talk about me. I see their eyes when I walk by.” Your fingers moved to his forearm as his touch wormed under the dress to find your panties and bring that same side down, off your hip. He continued, hotly spilling his thoughts against your breast this time, head dipping lower. 

“..Saw your eyes. The way you stared at me the first time. Do you know how many cameras are in this building? I can see everything from the minute you step on the curb outside. ..The way you arrange your desk before you check your emails… Hanging your coat on the second hook facing the water cooler..” 

You barely heard his words. It was only palpable that he was talking as the hot puffs traveled further down. A palm cupped your other ass cheek and he lifted, bicep changing shape through the sleeve of his suit jacket as he half lifted you, letting your ass thunk onto the table. Pushing the chairs aside, he shuffled between your knees, levering them further open. 

There was no way you gave a damn right now, how it would look if someone came in–a cleaning person, on their normal route, minding their business. Or far across the way, in the building a stone’s throw from here, this high up. The only light on, among hundreds of dark, empty rooms–might as well be an arrow to the scandal unfolding in this building. 

Renjun stood over you as he studied your entire form laid across the empty table, washed in changing light as the projected video continued on, as before. Whatever he might be looking for or appreciating, like his pace to leave the ballroom, he was taking his time now. He had nothing but time. 

Bringing each strap of your dress down, he smiled again. The back of his nails grazed over the swells of each breast as he slowly folded the cups down. Exposed to the air, your nipples perked immediately. 

“I think it’s sexy the way you showed up tonight.” He began to talk again, moist heat swirling between your breasts as he nosed along there. “If you knew what it did to me, seeing the way you wouldn’t let it go until you won.” 

I’d have paid double..triple that to get you.. Your thoughts rolled around in your skull as the moan rolled up your throat when Renjun’s lips tugged each nipple, then released with a weak pop. 

Soon he was down to your belly, roughly shoving the dress above your navel. The panties slid down your thighs and he guided them off, tossing them onto the table. His hair and forearms dragged your skin as he moved down with his face and up with his arms, hugging your thighs around his neck. His lips found your mound and kissed. Then he swabbed down, breaking through sensitive skin, opening up your folds and scooping through the slick waiting there. 

You seemed to be melting as he moaned in surprise and settled, mouth wide, against your sex. He sucked. Drove his tongue into you, deeper and deeper. Wormed his tongue as far as he could go, squeezing your thighs so hard in a twin hug with surprising strength. His forehead ground into your abdomen.

When your ass gyrated against the table, he tugged harder and licked faster. When your nails sunk and dragged across his scalp, he grunted and sucked your clit so hard you saw stars, back bowed. Your body bent and contorted as he worked your control down to nothing–until you wriggled and writhed. 

The pressure in your chest was so tight but so was the knot in your belly. Your toes curled and one shoe hit the floor, clattering along the tile. The other heel rose up his back as he leaned into devouring you. Until that blinding moment when everything peaked and you came. 

It wasn’t dainty and polite. The clench and orgasm that met you grabbed you by the throat and dragged you into the depths of pure ecstasy. You howled, eyes squeezed shut. Pale blobs wobbled and rolled over the blackness of your lowered lids. 

Your torso rolled as the clenches folded you inside, eventually settling into occasional swaying of the hips to ride out the very last milky squeeze around Renjun’s flexing tongue. A lazy, exploratory swirl cleaned the firm bud of your clit and a deep kiss through the folds of your pussy, then he pulled back, leaning over your shaking form with both palms braced against the table top near your head. 

Your eyes barely opened, seeing an explosion of white across his smile. Then flickering in a myriad of colors. The narrator had moved on to something about the future of the corporate world. Empowering employees was empowering the company–or something akin to that, from your orgasm addled brain’s minimal focus. 

All energy had gone to the orgasm that battered you senseless. And now it was rebuilding focus, starting with gazing up into Renjun’s shining eyes, with his even shinier lips curved sensuously.

“Y/n…Can you hear me?” 

“Mmnnndhdhd..” You mumbled, earning a chuckle from Renjun. His head lowered and he kissed your cheek and carefully laid himself on top of you, shifting to brace onto his forearms. He didn’t act like he was in a boardroom, in the building you both worked at. He didn’t act like an executive or higher–currently having an expensive tryst upon request. The $5000 had more than just purchased you control of a man who didn’t give it away. 

It paid for the loss of control and rules. The risk of being caught and the most certainly NOT legal thing you just did here. There hadn’t been any kind of grey area about this kind of fraternizing in the handbook. You’d spent far too long combing through to try and justify, on your way to committing to this whole fundraiser auction that brought Renjun into your control. 

“Renjun..” You finally gasped. He hadn’t moved, still staring down at you. 

“Yes?” 

“You….that….God..” 

“God?” His head tilted as he smirked. “I believe what happened to you was because of me..” 

Your head cocked back as you writhed, trying to fight through the ether and make sense and no more an ass of yourself. “No I—” 

“...Don't bother...” He soothed, kissing the sound against your chin. You quieted again. A few moments passed as your heartbeat slowed finally. The bunching of the dress and the crumpled warmth of Renjun’s body weight and his clothes pinned against you was becoming more and more noticeable. Soon it wouldn’t be pleasant. 

“What’s next, Y/n?” 

“W..what?” You blinked. Renjun smoothed your hair from your temples, then leaned down until the end of his nose touched with your own. 

“What. Is. Next.. The night is still ours. I’m still yours.. What are we doing next? Anywhere..anything. Name it..” 

He wasn’t kidding. Whole and entire honesty. You hadn’t thought this far in your myriad of dry runs. And you’d spent plenty of lunch breaks, rides home, nights and mornings doing a walk through of what you’d say. What he’d do. But it hadn’t ever gotten beyond this. You’d figure by now it’d be a ride home on your own, in the Uber, debriefing your friend with shaking fingers and a fucked out mind. 

“..We could go to your place.” You threw out the first impulse. This would tell you just how far that $5000 was going to take you. The value of every single penny was about to become clear. 

Renjun’s face didn’t change as he held the same calm grin. 

“Yes, Ma’am. You want it, we’ll do it. Am I doing a repeat performance there?” He teased, brow angling again. The sudden shyness nearly had you choking but you pushed beyond it, head shaking. 

“..I want to know more about you. What you taste like.. What you feel like..” Renjun’s brows drew down.

“Knew you noticed me too. Naughty girl…” 

“Renjun!” You croaked before he placed a kiss at the corner of your mouth. When you turned towards his retreating lips, he stalled and leaned into it, pulling you both into a deep, exploring kiss. The way his tongue pushed through your lips and how you tasted on that flexing muscle… You were writhing again by the time it was all said and done. 

He pulled away with a small groan. “Careful, Y/n. You’re far more tempting than I imagined. I have an image to uphold. This was pushing it, with the conference room. You keep this up and I can’t say it won’t be a problem for me..” 

“And I can’t say I would object. But we don’t have to let HR know, do we? The legal section of that paperwork I signed for this auction tonight—don’t get me started at what we’re breaking by those rules..” 

“I think we can agree to keep quiet. At least I need you to, until we get to my place. Then you can be as loud as you want..” 

[lemchi]

Introduction Post!!!

Howdy! I go by Lemchi inside of this little inter-web and I use she/her pronouns. I am aroace and I love to make little projects/drawings as well as fixating on silly little guys and games!!!

My go to genre of games is definitely rhythm games, I am currently obsessed with playing Guitar Hero as well as Gitaroo Man

I am a big ol’ fan of Steely Dan, they are the band of all time (my favorite album is Countdown To Ecstasy)

My two other favorite bands are Suicidal Tendencies (+Infectious Grooves) and Dead Kennedys (+Jello Biafra’s solo stuff) :)

I also am very much open to drawing suggestions, just ask me and I might do em! (If I have the motivation to)

(Also follow my Airbuds if you want to :D )

Side Blogs:

lemchi-reblog-emporium - I’ll usually put my reblogs here if ya wanna see em

lemchi-music-corner - I’ve been doing album reviews and rankings as well as just sharing my music collection

walter-becker-official - Walter :)

Current Big Fixations:

WALTER BECKER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO COOL AND MAKES REALLY COOL MUSIC STEELY DAN IS ALSO COOL DONALD IS COOL TOO BUT WALTERRRRRRRR

Gitaroo Man

Guitar Hero

Ghost Trick

(Most of my other ones are on my fixation bingo sheet!)

Tags I use:

#lemchi art - all of the art I make

#lemchi blog - my thoughts or what is going on in my life and other stuff like that

#the gregorio zone - all of my Gregorio content

#sea monkeys - updates on my Sea Monkey family

#tomodachi life - updates on my Tomodachi Life island (trying to get Gregorio and Zowie married)

#steely dan sunday - I’ll try to talk about something Steely Dan related every Sunday cause I love them too much

#drawing every earthbound enemy - I’m challenging myself to draw every Earthbound enemy so I hope I don’t give up haha

I’ll see you later… (muwhahahaha)

[nickeverdeen]

Hello! I’m here for Spiderverse match-ups! One nsfw and one romantic please :)

My name is Mk, and I’m in my late teen years!

I tend to be very sarcastic and snarky, but I’m also very nice to people that I like, I usually have a soft spot for people I have a crush on but I’ll usually avoid them bcs I’m too scared to interact with them and I don’t want to embarrass myself lmao. I get embarrassed easily, especially if someone’s flirting with me or doing something cringey near me. Whenever I’m around people I don’t like I usually just give them a nasty side eye or a glare. I don’t really have friends, but that’s because I’m homeschooled and I live out in the country so any town I’m around is usually 45 minutes away. I’m very selfless and I always put other people’s well-being before my own and I’m not good at saying no. I usually follow the rules and never get into any trouble because I prefer to stay under the raidar. I’m alone most of the time when I’m not learning, and I’m pretty isolated as well. I’m very empathetic towards plants and animals as well as the environment, so I like to pick up any trash or anything that could possibly harm the environment. As I’ve said before: I’m very sarcastic, but I’m also quite oblivious so I can’t detect sarcasm that easily. I’m pretty bad at social cues, and I’m oblivious when it comes to people who have a crush on me or try to flirt with me, but like I said, I get very flustered when I realize someone’s flirting. I’m very shy and nervous around new people, and I usually stay close to the person I know the most when I meet them.

I LOVE history, but mostly the creepy and darker side of history. I’m super into paranormal investigating and I’d love to investigate with friends and such. I like exploring abandoned buildings but I always prefer to have someone with me. I like doing creepy challenges with friends, I also like exploring the wilderness and nature. I LOVE swimming and I have a deep connection with the ocean and water. I can be pretty weird when I’m not being sarcastic.

I’m pretty unlabeled when it comes to my gender and I literally just use any pronouns cuz idgaf, I’m also unlabeled on my sexuality, I like who I like and that’s that.

Likes: Conspiracy theories, cryptids, mysteries, exploring, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, scary stories, legends, creepy history, paranormal stuff, Star Wars, marvel, anime, video games, music, dr.pepper, Pepsi, candy (specifically chocolate and cotton candy), witchcraft, Ninjago, Tmnt, nature, cats, foxes, rabbits, the morning dew, science, and other nerdy stuff.

I have social anxiety, autism, depression, and some PTSD

I have a pretty traumatic childhood, but I don’t remember much of it because my brain made me forget, so kudos to my brain ig

I’m not gonna do NSFW here as I’m not so sure about it and it’s a bit uncomfortable

Your Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse match is…

Hobie Brown

Hobie would be fascinated by your love for paranormal investigations and creepy history

He’d gladly join you in exploring abandoned buildings, claiming, “If ghosts are real, I wanna meet ’em.”

He’d tease you about your obliviousness to flirting but would find it endearing, often dropping playful hints that leave you flustered

Hobie loves your sarcasm, often firing back with his own, turning conversations into a playful banter

When he sees you isolating yourself, he’d subtly encourage you to open up

He’d help you pick up trash on walks, fully supporting your care for the environment, and might even bring spray paint to tag anti-pollution messages on walls

Hobie would write punk songs inspired by cryptids and conspiracy theories, sharing them with you to make you laugh

He’d take you on spontaneous adventures, whether it’s exploring hidden parts of the city or watching the sunrise by the ocean to connect with your love for water

Understanding your social anxiety, Hobie would always keep you close in new situations, subtly acting as a buffer while making sure you’re comfortable

He’d surprise you with little gestures, like fixing your headphones when they break or leaving a chocolate bar on your desk with a cheeky note

Hobie would make sure you feel seen and valued, constantly reminding you that you are

[ghostbur-trance]

New Pinned with New Name

Most of the time online I have gone by Tommy. That is still an okayish name, but I would prefer people I haven’t talked to yet/non-moots to call me Turt or Turtle from now on. Ghostbur is also a permissible name, though I will probably laugh if you call me that (/lh). I might wishy-washy over new names, I’ll try to link/sort those posts if I remember.

Boundary shit: Please do not DM me unless you are a mutual. I have that set in my settings, but unfortunately, random messages have come through regardless. Do not talk to me about niche online discourse shit like shipcourse. (Do you debate it irl? No? Then don’t bring it here.) I tend to dislike any shaming of sexual topics, as that has been used to keep me pinned down, socially. I’m unsure whether to count it as bullying, because some bitches LOVE to mince fucking words and I can’t remember shit. Also, a note about my friends.

No DNI. Fuck around and learn what a block button is. I’m tired of the harrassment these things invoke

Tag list (copypasted from previous pinned) under cut

#og post — for my poasts.

#bugs for my bug — also any of the bug tags. for my friend the Bug who has disappeared into the wind. my shayla please text me back (/lh /nm)

#crambo tag — for cameron free-my-boy-grumbot (mutual). I often forget to tag this lmao sorry cameron 😔

#for [name] — usually on sideblog. for whoever’s name be there. usually the fuckers who haunt me.

#adulting — Anything that is more than a vague reference to sexual stuff. minor moots please block this tag or don’t int/reblog those posts for my sanity 🙏 my anxiety will drive me up the wall about it. don’t worry, anything that’s like full out smut will be kept on my sideblog for that shit/other blogs.

#discourse — any sorta posts that get argumentative between users or have someone being an asshole in em. Yes I will even tag things where I like where the resolution ended up. These things stress me tf out and I want to have consideration for others as well

also. #cw gross .which can mean anything but often has to do with snot-related activities

#saving this — my saves. All kinda old bc I started getting stingy about the tag and forgot it existed #ADHD lmao

#the sacred texts — any posts I find on dash that 1) I have seen reposted elsewhere, esp if I saw on pinterest before I got tumblr circa ~2015-2019, 2) older than five years old, 3) deserves 10k notes and immortality like the other posts in the tag

#<MA! TOMMY WON’T SHUT UP!> — I add my own words to people’s posts. Does not (or at least should not) include peer-reviewing someone else’s tags (unless ig i really wanted to save it/felt particularly anxious about it)

Old tags from early tumblr days (posting for memory/access purposes. Please don’t bother me about shit I said/posted two years ago):

#ramblings of a ghost — Old OG post tag. Some of these posts might mention mega man. I’m not really in that fandom anymore, dropped the protoman kin thing as well.

#reblogged arte — As it says. I might still use it from time to time, but most of its use was back then.

(June 2025 edit) Another important note: I used to factkin W*bur Soot, and just now realized that I still feel like shit directed at him includes me. It’s stupid, I know, and no, I do not condone at fucking all what he did and I, too, would like him to fuck off from MCYT communities. But I’m not going to wish death on him. I don’t even wish death on my own abusers, not once in the past five years since I stopped talking to them. So yeah if you post ‘W S kill yourself’ or similar, I will feel like shit and then probably block you for my own health since I’m already suicidal anyway and that makes it worse 👍

[thewolvesof1998]

fuck it friday

Tagged by the wonderful @heartbeatdiaz @wikiangela @spotsandsocks thank you 🧡🩷💛 

I couldn’t decide between posting more of my ‘Buddie Rodeo/Bull Riding AU’ or a little bit more of my Buddie Librarian AU so I thought well fuck it I’ll give you a little bit of both, It’s fuck it Friday after all. 

Let me check you out: (for the amazing @hannah-ruth-990)

Eddie had never met someone like Buck. Someone so infuriating, chaotic and well, hot. When Bobby had told him he would be sharing an office with a man named Buck who is a little eccentric, he had been expecting an older guy, not a 6’2 tall guy who was dressed in mid-blue jeans that hugged his long legs and a brightly knitted sweater that he’s pretty sure he’d seen one of Christopher’s preschool teachers wearing one time, to walk into the office. He couldn’t be any older than Eddie himself and well what Bobby had said kinda made sense now:

“You’ll be sharing with Buck until we get your office fixed, again I am really sorry about the inconvenience, but I have a feeling you’ll get along great.”

Eddie had been confused, of course he can get along with his colleagues, always makes an effort to be polite, but the way Bobby had said it made it sound like more than that. He’d also be confused later when Buck had walked in and Eddie’s tongue had gotten stuck to the roof of his mouth, wondering how in the hell Bobby had known Eddie’s type when he wasn’t even sure of it himself.

Bobby shows him the office and Eddie grimaces at the mess, it was like a tornado had gone through the space. It set Eddie on edge, he likes a clean and organised space, otherwise, he’d never be able to focus to get work done. 

“This will be your desk here,” Bobby points to the right one, just as full as the left one, “sorry for the clutter, Buck is a little eccentric.”

Eddie had just nodded and gotten to work tidying up his desk and moving the piles of stuff over onto the left desk when Buck walks in. His smile as bright as his overly cheerful sweater, dimmed as he saw Eddie. He feels like he’s been hit by a truck with how suddenly he finds Buck attractive. Normally it takes him a while to figure that stuff out but it's glaringly obvious similar to how glaringly hideous that sweater is. Seriously if he can find Buck attractive in that he’s doomed. 

Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em:

Eddie’s right hand slides up his back, cups the back of Buck’s neck and pulls him in for a chaste kiss before mouthing down his neck and sucking another mark onto it, this one higher than the last and not so easily hidden. Buck moans, grinding down against Eddie.

“I think you have an obsession with marking me,” Buck means it as a tease, but it comes out more breathy and needy than he attends. 

Eddie looks up at Buck, cheeks flushing red and pulling away from Buck as much as he can with him in his lap. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-I-”

“It's okay I like it,” Buck says but Eddie continues like he didn’t hear Buck, working himself up, running a hand through his hair and his eyes darting around, avoiding Buck’s gaze. 

“-I should have asked, I shouldn’t just have assumed-”

“Eddie,” Buck grabs his face between his hands, eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Hey, hey it's okay! I liked it, okay? But I don’t really think this is really about hickeys, or not only about hickeys, what's got you freaking out?”

Eddie finally meets Buck’s eyes, they’re filled with what Buck thinks is panic. Eddie goes to say something, closes his mouth and chews on his lip. Finally, he sighs and flops backwards on the bed and covers his face with his arm. He says something but Buck can’t make it out. 

“I can’t hear you”

“I’ve never done this before,” Eddie says decidedly louder

“What sex?” Buck jokes

Eddie snorts, “No-ah-you know.” 

And Buck does know, he’s been people’s first before, knows that a lot of guys he picks up from the Rodeo have only had straight sex, but from the way Eddie had been last week, Buck had kinda been under the impression that Eddie had some experience with guys. 

“First time with a man,” Buck says 

“Yeah-yes that but also first time hooking up…casually,” Oh “I don’t know what is allowed, you know, it’s different in a relationship.”

Buck didn’t actually know, the longest he’d dated someone was Sally in high school and that had only been four weeks. 

If you want to check out some of my other works my current WIPs are ‘Buddie MMA Rivals AU’ and ‘Buddie Rodeo/Bull Riding AU’ and here’s a master list of some of my works and this is my AO3

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any update to do with either one of these fics by commenting or tagging it when u reblog! 

No pressure tagging: @wildlife4life @alyxmastershipper @jesuisici33 @prince-buck-diaz @try-set-me-on-fire 

[jichanxo]

ok, i’ll bite: how pathetic is kitakata in sensei au fic in a scale from 1 to 10, and will he have some kind of kuwanafication-level fuckup (or at least a chance to fuck up that much)?

omg hi… thank you for asking… (twirls hair around my finger)

this got long (of course it did) so it's under the cut for those who would prefer to scroll past.

okay pathetic level… uhhh ummmm hm… how to quantify… I want to say either a 7 or an 8? he does embarrass himself quite a bit. he has no idea how to act around yagami FOR SURE. so while some of that is just him being annoying, a good chunk of that is. flirting. and he’s SO confident about it even though he keeps failing over and over again… buddy you gotta take a hint… and eventually something comes of it! but yeah he’s super embarrassing about it. and he’s down so bad for yagami. and his bedroom talk… yeah he’s lame. he’s very lame I think. trust me. (using my best judgment here)

kuwanafication-level fuckup… so far? no. current plan for this fic is essentially a mishmash of lj school story and kuwagami-romance-drama bullshit, so just by having that as the basis, there isn’t really that much opportunity for something that life-changing to happen, really. I have most of the kuwagami-romance-drama bullshit side of the story sorted, but I still need to figure out more of the school story side of this fic (I gotta go over em and take some detailed notes to make sure I write it correctly…), so there’s still a chance that something else will pop up as I write it, especially depending on how things with Itokura shake out, but so far there aren’t any plans for anything like that.

it’s definitely kind of this idealised universe where everything Just Goes Well, yknow… a contrast from canon… but this kind of mundane kuwana is nice too… he’s done his best to try and learn from his near-fuck-up. he’s not perfect but he tries.

in regards to Kusumoto Mitsuru, since it’s important and I don’t remember clarifying this in any post/tags – the deal here is that kitakata still fucked up but he managed to fix everything at the last second before mitsuru died. so kitakata’s kind of had the lesson but without the, yknow. the transformation. I wrote about it as a kind of prequel here if you haven't already seen (obligatory reminder to heed tags etc since it's heavy stuff). I assume that’s kind of sort of relevant to what you’re asking? it’s not that this kitakata never had it happen to him, he messed up and he was forced to stare that in the face, but he managed to avoid the worst outcome, took responsibility, tried to change and continued on with a renewed perspective on his job.

but let’s go back to kitakata actually fucking up during senseific, because I definitely have that! rn the most obvious example is yagami and kitakata getting into a fight and sawa having to intervene and tell them both off for it. it sounds silly when I put it like that, but in context it’s a big moment and a big deal for them both. it’s not just kitakata’s fuck up and it’s there’s more to it obviously (kitakata wouldn’t get all worked up without reason, right?) but yeah, having your kouhai/ex-student have to intervene because you’re trying to punch a grown man in the face? it’s a fuck up. lmao

[for-the-sillys]

not so super secret catalog of @ruinouslore’s forbidden nonsense lol

Here be stuff I can't share on my main shop (@grackleink-studio) for irl reasons (fam can see it)! I used to go strictly by for-the-sillys, but now my main ruinouslore and for-the-sillys kinda merged.

My business terms still apply. Please also read beginning portion of my guide for care instructions and disclaimers.

Questions/asks about anything related are welcome <3

Please note I am an adult and some of my stickers may be cheeky/potty humor/possibly a little kinky. Nothing visually sexually explicit tho. Follow/interact at your own comfort ^^

Silly Shop (forbidden stuff here) / GrackleInkStudio (general stuff here)

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Currently In-Stock:

Therian, Otherkin, Alterkey, Otherhearted wooden keychains

Therian, Otherkin, Alterkey, Otherhearted wooden pins

Twilight wolf sticker

Rainbow boa holographic snake sticker

Horse "Man" meme sticker but it's Gay

more soon...just gotta get my lazy arse to upload em

Product Tag List:

#keychains --> wooden keychains

#pins —> wooden pins

#stickers --> stickers

(more soon)

Warning Tags: (only applies to tumblr posts, I can't filter my shop site)

"fts: kinky" --> block this to not see kink related things like piss, pet play, bdsm, etc. Some stuff may not be inherently sexual/suggestive in design (like a pup mask).

"fts: suggestive" --> block this to not see more generic suggestive stuff, like a not graphic pin up pose, a saucy joke, etc.

(you can block the tag fts: kinky and fts: suggestive if you don't want to see saucy stuff here, sadly can't do a filter on my shop tho)

Want to Suggest a Design For Me to Make?

You are welcome to send an ask for a design request! I won't respond (unless I have a question or want to do a poll to see if there's interest from others), but I look over and consider each one :3 No guarantees tho!

Please note that by suggesting a design, you're doing so without expecting anything in return (like money, etc) if I do sell something. If you'd like to be tagged if I do make that design, let me know!!

Depending on the nature of the design, I may sell it here or over at @grackleink-studio (my main business) !

Issues with Package/Product?

Please contact @ruinouslore !! I'll do everything within my power (and budget 🥲) to help you!

If your item or packaging comes damaged, pls let me know! Even though I can't do anything about the shipping process, I'm always trying to improve my packing to minimize damage as much as possible, so seeing pictures of damage helps me!!

Random Q&A!

Q: What do you use to make your keychains/pins? A: I use xTool D1 Pro Desktop Laser Engraver Cutting Machine and 3mm basswood, and of course clasps, jump rings, pin tacks, etc. I digital draw the design and upload a png into xTool’s design software, convert it into vector, and connect my machine to my computer, and engrave/cut!

Q: Do you do custom keychains/pins? Can I commission you to do an alterhuman/etc design? A: I do occasionally take custom orders! I’ll post about it on @grackleink-studio if I do. Unfortunately, I can’t do alterhuman themed (and some other stuff too) designs since I would have to make it in secret (as I do with current stock). I sadly can’t just make stuff whenever. I don’t want to make a client wait too long so I rather just not risk taking custom orders of that theme. Alternatively, you can send a request for a generic alterhuman design to my asks, and I may make it in my own time for public sale.

Q: Are you alterhuman/etc? A: Unsure! I resonate with some aspects of it but I prefer to be unlabeled. I do like to think of myself as a dog and/or a grackle if that counts. I started making alterhuman accessories by the suggestion of my alterhuman friend!

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OLD LINKS + BIO for archival reasons

Here be random things I create I don’t want directly associated with ruinouslore or my business for safety reasons 👍 (family stuff…)

So I kindly ask you don’t associate the stuff I post here with ruinouslore or my business. Thank you ❤️

Ko-Fi shop

[voicesinthedarkness]

Reaching Out For Your Hand

Natasha’s vision fades in slowly. She’s floating in the air, looking down at a cliff made of some kind of purple stone.

On the cliff, two people stand with their foreheads touching. A man, his dirty blond hair styled in a long mohawk with a bow and two katana on his back, and a woman in some kind of black tactical suit, her braided red hair dyed blond at the end.

Natasha’s view soars closer, landing next to them. They don’t appear to notice her. “Okay,” the man says as he pulls away suddenly, and she nods, taking in a breath. “You win,” he continues, and smiles.

Then he swipes her legs out from beneath her, pinning her to the ground. “Tell my family I love them,” he says in a rushed voice. She makes a motion too fast for Natasha to see, grabbing him and bodily thrusting him off of her. “You tell ‘em yourself,” she pants, now on her feet and… pointing her fist at him? Something glows blue from a thick black bracelet around her wrist, and Natasha realizes she has something similar to her own Widow’s Bites.

A blue bolt shoots from the bracelet, electrifying the man, and the woman runs to the cliff as the man struggles up and aims a bow slightly to the left of her. An arrow fires, setting off a small explosion and throwing the woman to the ground. She grunts in pain, almost glaring up at the man as he tosses his bow aside and runs to the cliff, getting one last look at her face before he jumps. She soars after him, catching him and sending some kind of grappling hook up at the cliff wall as Natasha’s view follows them down. The hook catches, sending the two slamming into the cliff, and the woman slips. The man manages to catch her, and they hang there precariously, Natasha’s vision landing just beside them. “Damn you,” the man gasps, fighting to grab the woman with his other hand, but has to take hold of the cord so as to keep some weight off of it. He looks back down at her, making a pleading sound. “Let me go,” she whispers. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “No, please no.” She looks up at him. “It’s okay,” she breathes, and Natasha can tell she’s just barely holding back tears. “Please,” he says again, also about to cry. She pushes off from the wall, reaching up for him as she falls. “No!” he shouts, looking away before she hits the ground and sort of rocking himself.

He looks again after a moment, and Natasha follows his gaze, to the woman’s body splayed on the ground, red around her head, except it isn’t her hair, because that was in a braid.

“Natasha,” the man cries, the sound echoing around them, and finally Natasha understands.

She shoots up in bed, screaming, black wings flapping wildly. Clint’s there immediately, turning on a lamp, the soft light flashing off the red-gold edging of Natasha’s feathers. “I died in my dreams,” she pants. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Clint says, confused. “Got lost in the fire… I died in my dreams,” she repeats, not really understanding what she’s saying. “Reaching out for your hand,” she continues. “My fatal desire.” She flops back against her pillow, releasing a sigh. “It was just a dream,” Clint comforts her, running a silvery purple wing along the top of hers. “Yeah,” she answers softly. He begins to get up, but she grabs his hand, surprising him. “Stay,” she asks, and he does.

— — —

i have officially broken into little pieces ಥ_ಥ

Sorry if wings are “cringe” or whatever. I don’t really keep track of that stuff, because it’s exhausting and could change from day to day. Plus, as an Autistic Emotionally Ineptᵀᴹ person, wings are sooo expressive and help me to draw the line between one world and another.

I hope you like it @fckumoffat! I am also sorry that it ended up being so short (I forgot the ideas I’d had when I first answered your ask, I love having ADHD), so if I ever do add to this, I’ll make sure to tag you :)

[mi1es-to-go-before-i-sleep]

『 the woods are lovely, dark and deep; but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep. 』

hey there!!✌️🌌🌧️ my name is [Em] (22, arizona, any pronouns) ☆ disability pride🫶 (audhd, chronic pain/fatigue, ehlers-danlos + more, yay. /s)

sideblogs are — @as-everlasting-as-the-sun (dnp) ☆ @did-it-all-for-you (spn)

《 check out my shop, DreamSpunDeco where i sell embroidery, phone cases, keychains and more things i make!! as a disabled person trying to make a living it would really help a lot!! there’s free shipping for all items (*´꒳`*) 》

i’ve been lurking around this site since 2013 so i guess I’m considered a tumblr veteran? & i’ll be here to the end! tumblr’s the only social media i truly enjoy these days lmao

i could really use more friends + ppl to talk to and am hoping some of my mutuals — or anyone who sees this (esp if ur from Arizona lol) — want to talk abt literally anything!! I have pretty bad social anxiety & have a hard time being the person to reach out to people & make friends, even if i really want to!

.｡:* ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚☆*:｡.

『some of my interests/hyperfixations are:』

☆ shows — like:

≫ Supernatural [@did-it-all-for-you] ※ |dean playlist & cas playlist|

≫ 9-1-1 ※ |buddie playlist|

≫ Good Omens ※ |aziracrow playlist|

☆ Dan and Phil [@as-everlasting-as-the-sun] ※ |dnp playlist|

☆ cartoons — like:

≫ Adventure Time ※ |bubbline playlist|

≫ Solar Opposites

≫ Steven Universe

☆ books — like:

≫ Simon Snow trilogy ※ |playlist|

≫ All For The Game series / the Foxhole Court ※ |andreil playlist| (rereading this rn!<3)

≫ Fence comics

☆ video games — like:

≫ Life is Strange ※ |pricefield/amberprice playlist|

≫ Deltarune ※ |playlist| (currently obsessed w the new chapters!!! tagging as #deltarune spoilers, feel free to block the tag if ur not into it)

≫ Undertale

& more stuff ofc! im happy to just talk about random bullshit tho. [laying this all out i’ve realized im kinda mentally still in 2015, those were better times man. once i have a hyperfixation it never truly goes away! also cringe is dead.]

.｡:* ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚☆*:｡.

here’s my open invite to reach out and be friends pls!!!<333

≫ i use a tagging system for my reblogs/posts so i can search + find posts i liked; feel free to search it if you want.

.｡:* ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚☆*:｡.

[seriously PLEASE i will take literally anyone who is not a bigot. i am not joking!!!]

((my face under the cut :3))

bonus: me at dan and phil’s terrible influence tour in phoenix 10/13/24 💙🖤

one of the rare times i went outside <3