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[losingdcgs]

STATUS: open for all @palmviewstarters

LOCATION: the salty sailor bar

The Salty Sailor Bar...how painfully dull. The cozy seaside atmosphere didn't suit Axel well. No, he'd much rather spend the night in a dingy dive-bar, somewhere the music was so loud you could barely hear your own thoughts and an exciting brawl could break out at any moment over some trivial problem that only a drunken fool would care about. There was a real lack of anything he'd deem exciting here, but what was the alternative way to spend his night? Go to back to his place to play a riveting game of what is my annoying roommate upset about this time? Hard pass.

His fingers restlessly drummed against the bar counter, "There has to be something more exciting going on somewhere in town." His initial complaint wasn't voiced to anyone in particular, but his attention soon settled on the person seated near him. "You know, a party to crash, some Floridian misadventure..." Purposefully causing problems at an event he wasn't invited to, Florida Man antics, tagging along for a revenge scheme, whatever – he wasn't choosy when it came his entertainment for the night.

[gf2bellamy]

hey girl!

Just read someone talking about a tiktok where the boyfriend sits with his plushies and watches and corrects his girlfriend as she teaches him as a way of studying for exam.

Maybe a PhD!student!reader x early!season!spence with this plot and he gets all cheery and claps whenever she gets a topic right idk

Hope that made sense😶‍🌫️

Love ya! 😘

studying — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship, fluff , reader has an exam, earlyseason!spencer <3 a/n: hi hi !! this isnt the first message i've received abt this tiktok video ( i feel like i'm the only one who hasnt seen it?) but its so spencer so i just had to write this <3

You stared at the whiteboard, its surface cluttered with half-erased scribbles, bullet points, and arrows pointing in increasingly uncertain directions.

The markers were beginning to dry out, and your brain too.

You squinted at the words, trying to will them into making sense, but they just sat there, refusing to reorganize into anything remotely coherent.

Behind you, Spencer sat cross-legged on your bed, half-buried in a sea of plushies that had taken up residence there during your all-night study sessions.

He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself.

The way your nose scrunched when you were frustrated, the way you gestured wildly when you finally connected the dots. He loved it when you taught him things, even if he already knew them.

You sighed and dragged a hand through your hair. “Okay, I give up. I’ve explained this same thing four different ways, and I’m still confusing myself.”

Spencer didn’t answer right away.

When you glanced back at him, he was gently repositioning a lopsided stuffed bear, straightening its little bow tie. He caught your gaze and smiled, warm and a little shy.

“You’re not confusing,” he said quietly. “You’re just tired. But I think you're explaining it better than you think you are.”

You let out a breath somewhere between a groan and a laugh, turning around to lean against the edge of your desk. “Then why does it feel like none of it’s sticking?”

“Because you’ve been at this for hours,” he said, shifting slightly and patting the spot on the bed beside him. “Come sit. Let’s go over it again.”

You hesitated, eyeing the whiteboard one last time like it might suddenly throw you a bone. It didn’t.

You had discovered early on in your relationship that Spencer was an excellent study partner—not just because of his eidetic memory, but because of the way he listened. He absorbed information like a sponge, but more than that, he made you feel heard.

When you explained concepts aloud to him, it forced you to articulate them clearly, and his occasional corrections (always gentle) helped you more than anything else.

With a reluctant sigh, you crossed the room and dropped onto the bed. A stuffed alpaca flopped sideways onto your lap, and Spencer gently rescued it before it fell off the edge.

“This one likes to supervise,” he said with a grin, setting it back beside you like it was part of some official plushie committee.

You couldn’t help but smile. “He looks judgmental.”

“Motivational,” Spencer corrected with a soft laugh. “He believes in you.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your shoulders relax for the first time in hours. He turned toward you, expression open and attentive.

“Okay. Tell me again about the difference between quantitative and qualitative methodology. As if you were explaining it to someone who knows absolutely nothing about it.”

“You do know something about it,” you teased.

“Humor me.”

You exhaled slowly, gathering your thoughts, and launched back into your explanation.

As you spoke, Spencer nodded, asked the occasional gentle question, and—when you got slightly off track—interjected with the quietest correction, always phrased like a suggestion instead of a critique.

It didn’t hurt that he looked at you like you hung the moon.

Every time you nailed a concept—delivered a term with confidence, or remembered an example from your research—he clapped.

Actually clapped.

Not loudly, not obnoxiously—just a few soft, sincere rounds of applause, the kind that made you all warm and fuzzy.

“Well done,” he said softly, his eyes glowing with pride. “You’ve got it.”

You chuckled and glanced at the plushies around him. “I think they’re helping. You’ve got a whole committee of motivational support there.”

Spencer paused, then grinned sheepishly. “Well, they are great listeners.” He reached down to adjust the stuffed elephant’s little bow tie.

You continued explaining. Eventually, your words started flowing smoother, more confidently. You stopped stumbling over the terminology.

By the time you reached the end of your explanation, you felt like maybe—maybe—you actually understood what you were saying.

You stood up again, feeling the need to walk around as you grabbed another marker and began scribbling new diagrams on the whiteboard.

“And then… that’s it,” you said, your voice more certain now as you stared at the board, watching the last piece of the equation fall into place. You took a deep breath and turned back to Spencer.

His expression was pure warmth—bright eyes, a grin so wide it almost seemed to take up half his face.

"Exactly," he said, his voice soft with admiration, before clapping again—this time with more enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but grin back.

That smile of his, so genuine and so full of pride, made all the hours of frustration feel worth it. He didn’t look tired—not even slightly. Not after hours of watching you scribble, re-explain, stumble, and try again.

Spencer didn’t show a hint of impatience, and that made you appreciate him even more.

In fact, he looked downright adorable sitting there—cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by plushies, still so full of energy and enthusiasm.

You let out a breath. You had done it. You got it.

“I think… I might actually get some sleep now,” you said, laughing a little as you leaned against the whiteboard for a moment, suddenly exhausted.

Spencer chuckled softly, setting down the stuffed elephant he’d been gently adjusting for the past few minutes, his eyes twinkling. “Sleep sounds like a good idea. But if you need to go over it one more time, I’m happy to help.”

You shook your head, a fond, tired smile playing at the corners of your mouth. “I think you’ve helped enough for tonight.”

He shrugged lightly, an endearing gesture that made you feel like he was constantly giving you more than you could ever ask for.

"Anytime," he murmured, voice warm like the tea he'd made you three hours ago that now sat cold and forgotten on your nightstand.

You turned back toward the whiteboard, eyeing the chaotic scrawl of diagrams and notes that had once felt like your mortal enemy.

Now, it just looked like progress.

“I think we can erase these,” you mumbled, already reaching for the eraser.

Spencer padded up behind you, quiet as ever, until you could feel him just over your shoulder.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, lips brushing just behind your ear. “Might want to keep it up for nostalgia.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Spencer, it’s a jumbled mess. Half of it looks like it was written during a caffeine-induced breakdown.”

“That’s the charm,” he said, tightening his arms around your waist briefly before releasing you just enough to grab a nearby marker.

“Besides, this little guy deserves a spot in the Smithsonian,” he added, circling a particularly squiggly doodle of a triangle that had somehow gained angry eyebrows and a caption that read ‘Qualitative gremlin.’

You laughed, letting your head fall back against his shoulder for a second. “Oh no, not the gremlin.”

“He has theories,” Spencer said solemnly.

“You are the gremlin,” you shot back, elbowing him gently in the ribs.

Spencer feigned offense, but the grin that lit up his face gave him away. “Rude,” he said.

You finally began to erase the board, slow satisfying swipes of the eraser wiping away all the hours of stress and scribbled confusion

When the last marker stain was finally wiped clean, you stepped back to admire the blank space like it was a newly renovated canvas.

“Look at that,” you said, arms crossed, satisfied. “A fresh start.”

Spencer hummed in agreement beside you. “Symbolic.”

You glanced at him. “For what?”

He tilted his head, thoughtful. “Tomorrow. The next chapter. Your well-deserved nap.”

You let out a sleepy laugh. “God, yes. That.”

He smiled, then reached out and gently tapped your forehead with his index finger. “Go lay down, before you try to start another lecture.”

You caught his hand before he could pull it away and gave it a small squeeze. “Only if you’re coming with me.”

Spencer’s smile widened, eyes soft as he laced your fingers together. “Lead the way, professor.”

[homestylehughes]

shower sex

pairing(s): luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: after a terrible day, luke knows just what y/n needs. because what's a better relaxation than shower sex?

wc: 1.7k

warnings: smut 18+. little plot, mostly smut! pure filth, no use of y/n. cussing, pet names, dirty talk. oral, fem receiving. unprotected sex, p n v. hints of some angst, and cute fluffy boyfriend luke.

authors note: hiiiii!! luke smut! luke smut! luke smut! i loved writing this, i love luke, going through a luke phase rn badddd. i got this idea when i was writing the headcanons for him earlier. so here it isssss. i loved writing this. like and reblog if you enjoy<3 as always much love<3

happy reading<3

I've actually had the worst day ever. Everything. I mean everything is going wrong today. I was late for work today because I missed my alarm, even with me sprinting throughout our apartment, and speeding to the office. I was still late.

Then, I spilled my coffee all over me. That was my second straw. The worst part about it was that I had to work in my coffee-covered clothes the whole day, not being able to afford to leave work, which would cause me to be even more behind than I was.

I had so much work to do, i stayed 3 extra hours over, not pulling out of the parking lot until almost 8 p.m. everything hurt, each part of my body was exhausted. To make things worse, if they could get even worse, I haven't seen Luke in almost a week. 

The hockey season is wrapping up but Luke has been busy with spending time with his family, after Jack's surgery and training for the worlds. 

We both had hoped that I'd be able to get time off from work to spend time with him and his family, taking a little break for myself. That obviously didn't happen. 

So now, im driving back home to our apartment, in coffee cover clothes, with a pounding headache and empty stomach. The tears are threatening to fall over my waterline. 

Parking quickly in the lot, I get out and grab my things, making my way through the lobby to the elevator. The ride to the 8 floor feels like 30 years before the door opening signaling its floor. 

I slowly trudge down the hall to our door, pushing my key in and turning the lock, the refreshing smell and sense of being home felt in my body. Immediately I drop my things by the door, kicking off my shoes as I do. 

There's three things on my mind right now: shower, eat maybe, and bed. Luke is also on my mind but I'm so exhausted I can't even bring myself to message him back from earlier. 

Making my way to the bathroom, turning the water on to the highest it can go, wanting to burn and wash away the aftermath of the day. Peeling off my clothes, my body quickly relaxes as soon as the hot water hits my body. Leaning my head back letting it run all over my face. 

I can't tell if the wetness on my face is just water or a mix of tears, at this point I'm not sure I care. 

After five or so minutes of letting the water run along my body I reach for the shampoo, starting to wash my hair. The scrubbing on my scalp and the smell of my shampoo is enough to send me into a daze. Wash and rinse and wash and rinse again, the same action repeated with conditioner. 

As I'm rinsing the last bit of conditioner out of my hair, my back turned away to the door of the shower, my eyes closed in relaxation. I feel a hand slowly trail around my waist, my eyes quickly open in confusion, my body fast to move away from the person behind me.

“Hey baby its just me” luke chuckles from behind me, pulling me back into his body from behind, his hands circling my waist rubbing small circles on my hips. 

“You scared me '' I say as I lean back into his body, “sorry baby didn't mean to”, he says, breathing into my neck, his warmth on my neck is enough to make my knees weak. 

“How was your day?” he says, face still nuzzled in my neck. I sadly laugh before i speak “my day was terrible so fucking terrible.” I can feel my eyes begin to fill with tears again. 

Luke is quick to turn me around, grabbing my face in his hands holding it to look at his. “Hey baby, don't cry, it's okay. I'm here now, i'm sorry i haven't been here recently” he says while his eyes are locked with mine, wiping his fingers under my eyes where tears have now fallen. 

Feeling stupid for crying i mute out a small “sorry” to Luke, feeling bad he has to watch me cry like a baby. 

“Hey no, don't feel sorry. It's okay to cry". I don't deserve him, I say to myself. Not knowing what else to say, I push my face to his, locking our lips together. It's been almost a week since i've kissed luke, i missed the feeling of his lips, i've missed the feeling of him around me in general. 

Luke is quick to respond by pulling my hips closer to his body, his other hand on the back of my head. Taking control of the kiss by pushing my lips harder against his.

His tongue pressing against my lips, begging to be let in, opening my mouth slightly against his, lukes hot tongue slides into my mouth. I don't even try to fight for dominance, I just let him take control.

Our bodies moving together against the stream of hot water, the glass door fogging up around us. My body feels like it's on cloud nine just from that. Lukes the first to pull away, his pupils blown with lust, lips swollen and pink. 

“Fuck i missed that” he says, hes hands begin trailing up my body grabbing at my hips, tracing his hands along the under neath of my breasts, the action alone causing me to shutter. 

“Luke” I breathe out, now looking up at him, “what baby” he smirks down at me, now trailing one of his hands to my left nipple, rolling it in between two of fingers. 

“I need you now” I say quietly, “what do you need baby?” Luke says, bringing his face close to mine.

“I want you to fuck me, please” luke wastes no time smashing our lips back to together, walking us backwards and turning us around. My back hits the cold tile, the sensation causing me to moan into lukes mouth, our tongues began to move against each other again. 

Luke suddenly pulls away from me, I whine at the loss of contact. “Be patient baby” he says, as he tails his hand between my legs, pulling my thighs apart, caging me in by putting one of his legs between my thighs and the other on the outside of my other leg. 

I gasp as a feel his fingers slide in between my folds, “fuck baby, who got you this wet?” “you luke, you.” I say trying to push my hips to meet his fingers, my body craving some type of release. 

“Youre a needy little thing tonight arent you baby” he says to me in a teasing tone, “yes i am, and i need you to fuck me now please luke, stop teasing me” i say finally finding my voice. 

“You want me to fuck this little cunt huh?” Luke rasps back to me as he begins to slowly enter two fingers inside of me, I'm so wet, that they just slide right in. 

“I think i might just tease you for a little while longer baby” still slowly moving his fingers in and out of me. My body is rocking against the motion of my fingers thrusting in and out of me.

“Fuck i need more luke, please” i say moaning out to him, hoping he can see how desperate i am for him right now. 

  “Since you asked so nicely” he says, quickly removing his fingers from my pussy. Grabbing one of my legs pulling it up against his hip. 

I pull his face against mine, my hands finding his hair tugging and pushing his mouth against mine, our teeth and tongues clashing against another.

Luke takes a hold of his cock, giving it a few quick pulls before he pushes into me completely. “Oh fuck luke” i moan against his mouth, “you feel so good around me fuck baby” he groans out from above me pulling our lips apart, as he begins thrusting in and out of me.

Each roll of his hips feels like a gift sent from god, his grip on my things hurts so good. I begin to roll my hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck yeah right there baby” luke moans out “keep fucking yourself against me” he says dropping his face into my neck leaving bites in his wake. 

Luke brings my leg higher against his hip, the new angle causing my vision to fog over. “Luke fuck. Oh my gosh,” “right there baby please”. My hands running over the landscape of his back, my nails definitely leaving a trail of red hot marks in their wake. 

The sound of the shower running, and the sound of our skin slapping together fills the shower. I can feel the sweat forming on my body, as luke continues to fuck me. His hand sliding inbetween our bodies, to my clit. 

“Fuck luke, yes right there” i moan out loudly. “That feels good baby, right there yeah? You want me to rub your pretty clit as i fuck you?”. Fuck him and that dirty mouth, “yes luke please, dont stop im close” my eyes falling shut in pleasure. “Fuck baby, i can feel you squeezing against me”

Luke's thrusts began to speed up, I can feel my high approaching. “Fuck luke, dont stop” “im almost there” i say, pulling our lips back together, moaning into each other mouths. 

One last snap of Luke's hips hits right against my clit, causing my whole body to start shaking. “Im coming fuck” i can barely get out as waves of pleasure taking over. My vision is completely white, as my climax racks through my body. 

Luke drops his face against mine, as he comes his moans filling my ears, his hips still snapping against mine, as we both ride out our highs. 

Luke's hips stop moving, trying to catch his breath, as he pulls his face from my neck, I open my eyes slowly to see Luke looking back at me with a slight smirk on his face, our chests still rapidly falling. 

“I think the shower is cold ”Luke says to me while smiling, “I don't care.” I whisper back, pulling our lips together once again in another kiss. Already forgetting about the terrible day, once his lips are back on mine. 

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part eight: new couple || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

01 : PRESENT, TODAY

characters presentation here ; all the parts here

A few days later, with the bass in the case and a lot of anxiety, you headed to the music studio that they had told you about in your direct messages. You were very anxious, both for the situation and for seeing Rin after a long time

The last time you saw each other in person, 3 years ago, he broke up with you. He had been quick with his words, but the void he had left inside you could not be filled even a little after so much time. You had not shown interest in him since that day, but you knew perfectly well that you were still hurting. You hadn't moved even an inch from him, who seemed to have a girlfriend

Sitting on the couch you tune your bass, while some cameras, turned off, are placed around you to get the best angles. The song that won the third poll is "Every Breath You Take" by "Police", but in all this Rin still hasn't shown up. Strange for him, who has always been a precise person... maybe his girlfriend is telling him not to go here

Just as you think it, the door to the studio opens, revealing a staff member with Rin behind him. It's like your heart does a somersault as you see him again after such a long time, time you've often used to imagine this moment: what would his face show? What would he do? What would happen? Yet, beyond the usual cold look as he places his bass guitar next to the couch, there's no trace of surprise in his gaze. Maybe he didn't even notice you, and this is confirmed when he sits on the couch with you while he starts tuning his bass, as if he hadn't just seen his ex again

He's moved on. He doesn't need to notice you.

Rin has a girlfriend. He's a faithful guy.

He's moved on. You have to accept that.

"Before we start, I want to thank you both for being here! It's so important for us at the editorial team to have you here" the smiling boy says, and you nod, smiling back "It's my pleasure" you say, and you glance at Rin who doesn't seem to be paying attention to the boy's words at all, as he continues to tune his instrument. You and the man look at each other for a few seconds, probably thinking the same thing about the other bassist's silence, who only then looks up, but obviously not towards you "I'm ready"

The man explains your parts, giving you some scores. You will divide the song into two parts, each one will do one and you will be filmed, then the video will be published on the team's profile. From that moment, the poll will start for who did the best part. Try both of your parts a few times, without looking at each other, the only noise in the room being your notes and the chatter of the staff members who watch you fascinated, perhaps incredulous at having two such popular stars together in the same place

You and Rin don't dare look at each other, not during practice or at the recording, where you are the first one to be filmed since you are in charge of doing the first piece of the nice song. You try to be familiar with the camera, smiling as your fingers strum the notes you have learned by heart. You are used to the cameras, after all, it's not that hard to be comfortable. As your song is about to end, Rin's fingers begin to play on his bass, slowly raising the pitch of the notes' speed. When you look up, you're surprised to find your ex's eyes looking at you shameless. It's a quick gesture, lasting less than two seconds, but your heart and mind abandon you completely

Rin still has a lot of effect on you. You hate to admit it, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that's not enough to drive you crazy. It's just that when your eyes meet again for the first time after 3 years, it's as if everything you've experienced together as a couple flashes before your eyes, reflecting the experiences in his. It's something you can't stop, but it continues until the moment he lowers his gaze, concentrating on his notes

You catch your breath when your part is over and the cameras focus on the Blue Lock guy. As you tighten your hands around the neck of your bass, you feel so lost from the experience that just happened. You would have expected something, maybe not from him but certainly from you, but you didn't expect such a powerful reaction from your body. It's as if it confirms to you that not only your mind and soul has remained on that day, but also your body, which now shakes a bit

The song ends, Rin stops moving his fingers on the fretboard of his bass. The staff applauds you and you come back to reality a little, while you thank everyone in a low voice for the opportunity and for the beautiful video they made of both of you..But while you do this, Rin has already taken his instrument and left the room

TAGLIST: @x3nafix ; @kittenish0 ; @littlejapanesesightseeingtrip ; @pan-kojiwa ; @pookalicious-hq ; @kaz-0e ; @sof888a ; @chugging-bleach ; @matchablossomsss ; @lovelymeguru ; @thebestsetter ; @yamsverse ; @princesssae ; @yuukigyatgyat ; @azharyy ; @rwbie ; @bubybubsters ; @swagkittybear ; @syarc0re ; @rink1sser ; @frogsrules ; @hwaassaa

[shanastoryteller]

ok clearly there's a lot of you forever stuck in supernatural hell because i've gotten MULTIPLE messages from people asking if me rewatching spn means i'm going to write fic lol

the answer is maybe, and only after i've beaten the next chapters of siat and wingbones into submission. also keep in mind i'm first and foremost a sam lover and s1-3 are my favorite - i like castiel just fine but his appearance coincided with some shifts in deans character that i didn't love and really started the brothers down the path of whatever the hell they've got going on in later seasons

BUT if i do fic then do you want (in no particular order):

1 - s1 sam gets transported to endverse and has to deal with this version of his brother that's ten years older and all this shit that he doesn't even know exists and endverse dean has to deal with sam at 22

2 - sam interrupts his dad's deal with azazel after the car accident and azazel asks for sam instead. sam agrees. john tells dean that sam died in the car accident and dean slowly loses his mind thinking that his brother is haunting him

3 - sam has his first vision at 18 on the bus to stanford. finds it literally impossible to leave the supernatural world and behind and starts tracking down hunters / things and discovers the world of the wider world of hunters that john hid from them. becomes a trusted psychic and occasional hunter for the hunting community while still going to school, tells jess the truth from the beginning because he's still in it, and is fully terrified that he's something his family would want to hunt and swears every hunter to secrecy about what he's doing. they all call him samantha and dean/john have no idea that the new psychic is a guy and sam.

edit: all of these have happy endings because i'm me

[d1s1ntegrated]

shiggy with a s/o who’s equally as much of a loser as him :3 like they probably met in a discord vc (he’s the mod) or a league of legends match and he probably hates them at first and then gets a lil crush on them when they helped him mid-game or smth!!

thank u <3

hi love! i am working on a full-length fic where this is literally the entire plot omgomgomg, i'll post a little snippet here!

its still a wip so it wont be perfect but its first person perspective in this part, and i'm thinking of going back and forth between povs to show shig and readers sides equally.

also, reader is fem/afab, same age as shig, and alt. she has a quirk, too (not a healing one either).

this one does include quirks also! but it doesn't get into them for a bit, just a few convos.

some tags for the work entirely: slow burn, enemies to lovers, dabi x reader, shiggy x reader, reader is Not mentally stable, but no one else is either, the server is all the LOV and some others, incel behavior, boys being gross

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i slide my headset off as we log off for the night and head to my bed, yawning as i climb in. i turn my lamp off and from my bedside table, i hear the infamous chime of discord as my screen lights the room. i groan and roll over, checking the message.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪thx 4 playing tn, u weren't half bad

↪btw sorry for threatening to ban u for posting memes in general

i read the messages slowly and type out my response.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪gg dude, and np.

↪promise i wont spam ur precious server w memes again

↪gn bro

i turn my phone back off and close my eyes, only to hear my phone go off again. i sigh, contemplating on ignoring it, but i lazily grab it anyways.

𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱2𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

↪would u ever wanna vid call :)

↪u can say no. its ok

i frown at the message for a minute. this is the same guy who, about an hour ago, was screaming at me for not being fast enough in game, calling me a fucking pleb.

but other than that...he was funny. and nice to talk to.

𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙

↪for sure, we can tmr.

i type out a half-assed response but feel a ping of excitement inside of me. i fall asleep with my phone on my chest, waiting for a reply.

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i wake up around 1pm, the daylight searing through my curtains. i feverishly reach for my phone, only to find it flung off the bed. i drape myself off the side to reach it, eager to read any messages.

i flit through the random notifications, only to find disappointment. i open up discord, wondering if maybe i just fell asleep with my phone on, but there's no response from him. i see him active and type out a message, ultimately deleting it. if he wants to respond, he will.

i haul myself out of bed and head to the shower, leaving my phone behind, slightly jaded knowing i was left on read. i let the warm water wash over me, soaking up the few minutes of peace before i exit and get dressed. i continue ignoring my phone until i hear a ping. i rush over to it, feeling slightly embarrassed that i'm this concerned already. i open discord again, expecting a message from him, but it's not there. instead, a string of messages from someone else sits unopened. my brows furrow and i open the dm confused.

𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚

↪yo

↪u played ovw w us last night right

↪u should play again tn w me, pretty.

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again this is just a snippet >_< but i hope it tickles some anticipation ahhhhhhhhh. ik there isnt a lot sorry ;-;

[lilithschosen]

I know you said you have a full plan with your angst series - but could we get a teaser?

*dusts off message* oh hey there, buddy. i'm sorry it's been a while! i promise everything is slowly coming to fruition, and i wanna thank you for your patience so yeah :) here u go :)

happy wife happy life <3

words: 1,000 rating: E (NSFW) ship: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal tags: smut, porn with lowkey plot, butch!Agatha, masturbation, Agatha really likes having a ring on her finger >:)

Rubbing her thumb against the cool metal band on her ring finger, she smiles absentmindedly. Agatha Harkness wasn't one for jewelry. 

However, Agatha Harkness-Vidal is. 

Her wedding band. The one Rio designed for her, the one she slid onto her finger only a couple of weeks ago. 

It was a foreign weight that she still hadn't gotten used to but loved it nevertheless. It was her physical symbol that Rio was her wife, for now and always. 

The whistle blowing through the TV speakers jolts her out of her thoughts, calling for the end of the period of her team's hockey game. 

It wasn't too late in the evening, but it was boring without her wife there to harass. To annoy and pester while she tried desperately to listen to anything but Agatha's incessant complaints that her team wasn't doing enough. 

Agatha smiles still, rubbing at her wedding band. 

Her wife, the woman that hyphenated her last name to join hers until the end of time. The woman that she can have bent into a pretzel at the drop of a hat. The woman that was somehow surprised that Agatha packed during their wedding ceremony in Salem. 

Agatha slides her thumb over the open beer bottle between her legs, sitting in her memory. How she had Rio knelt in her wedding dress, hand pumping up the length of her silicone cock while begging to suck her off before they had to head to the reception. 

Her clit twitches against her boxer briefs, and she huffs in frustration. Rio wasn't here to help her, so she had to take matters into her own hands. Literally. 

Agatha shoves a hand into her pants, running them over her boxer briefs and presses the fabric against herself. She inhales through flared nostrils, realizing quickly she would need more than she planned. 

She spreads her legs on the couch. Her knee digs into the arm of the couch while the other lays flat against the cushion. The hand underneath her pants bumps into nearly drained beer as she starts to rub deliberate circles around her clit. 

The glint of the TV screen flashes against the shiny metal band on her hand, catching her eye. She calls out Rio’s name on impulse with a low tone, something coming from her chest. It vibrates out, rattling up against her ribcage until it tumbles from her lips. 

Agatha aches, needing more. Needing Rio. 

Needing her wife. 

She switches hands quickly, stuffing her left hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. Gasping at how sopping wet she had gotten, she drags her fingers through her folds and cants her hips up into her palm. 

The wedding band pressing against where her hip meets her leg, close to her center, is cold to the touch. Something she can focus on and feel easily. 

Her wife was with her even when she wasn't.

“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha hisses, teasing the tip of her fingers against her entrance, “Need you so fuckin’ bad right now.” 

Rio was due home at any minute, only working until sunset this week much to Agatha's dismay. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try to rub one out before she got home. 

She sinks her middle finger inside of her cunt, gasping at the sensation. She bites down on her lip to muffle her noises but drops it, remembering she didn't have to be quiet by herself. 

She grinds into her hand as she thrusts it in, meeting herself with each motion. Her eyes flutter closer, and she immediately sees Rio’s brown eyes without having to imagine them too hard. 

Agatha adds her ring finger, feeling her slick coat the second digit to the ring itself. It slips up to her knuckle, and she groans, still able to feel the metal now inside of her. 

She leans back against the couch, rutting into her hand faster and harder as she fucks herself. Her walls clench as she continues on, lifting a leg too high for a better angle. 

Her forearm begins to burn from the strain, but she keeps going. Slamming into herself over and over again with a wet slapping sound of her pinky and forefinger covered in her arousal. 

“God!” 

The door clicks open, but it goes unheard as Agatha tiptoes toward the edge of her orgasm. Rio pokes her head in around the front door, having heard Agatha's muffled noise through it just a second ago. 

Agatha lifts her hips off the couch, ramming her two fingers in deep with breathy pants. Rio slowly steps into the house, shedding her work bag by the door and sits down on her armchair across from Agatha. 

She's breathing heavier through a tight jaw, grinding her teeth together to inch closer until the fire in her lower belly consumes her, and she falls face-first into her pleasure with a quiet scream.

She cums hard, seeing stars. She feels herself gushing and covering the wedding band in her slick while her hips stutter and settle back into the couch. 

Agatha leaves her hand in her pants, tugging the soaked fingers out but resting them in the forest of thick, coarse hair between her legs. Her breathing evens out, and she opens her eyes with a slow blink. 

“Hi, baby.” 

She focuses on Rio's voice, blushing while her wife gives a smile with a nose crinkle. 

“Guess you had fun while I was away?” Rio asks, leaning forward in her chair. “I missed you too.” 

Agatha removes her hand from her boxer briefs, raising it to show her wedding ring absolutely drenched in her juices. 

“Getting used to the new hardware,” she jokes light-heartedly. “Good to know it doesn't change how I masturbate.” 

Rio’s head falls back in laughter. “You're insatiable.” 

“And you love me.” 

Agatha winks, bringing her fingers up to her mouth. Rio tilts her head up to watch Agatha clean herself off of her hand, licking her own lips. 

“That I do,” she muses. “That I do.”

[stupidlittlespirit]

Currently watching the first Men In Black which is one of my favorite movies ever and then the brainrot gripped my little brain and went "omg Ford would love this movie" since we KNOW he'd be super into scifi and fantasy movies but also imagine him seeing an alien in the movie and going "reminds me of someone I met in dimension XYZ--"

and then my brain went to "hehe imagine cuddling and watching a movie with Ford" but then i thought more about it and I imagine he's the type to get SUPER into whatever movie you're watching, if you wanna try and get frisky under the blankets he's still gonna be watching out of the corner of his eye while you try to makeout, you cannot pull his attention away from the screen.

but I imagine he has three modes when it comes to watching movies: 1) Completely engrossed 2) If it's boring, he's falling asleep 3) Dad-who-doesn't-want-to-sit-down-and-commit-to-watching-the-movie, you try to get him to join you for movie night with Dipper and Mabel and he insists he's busy but then you look over and he's standing in the doorway for over half the movie, and then very slowly over time he joins y'all on the couch haha

Ford "no I don't want to netflix and chill, I'm trying to watch this 9/11 documentary" Pines.

LMAOOOOOOO yeah no I can picture him as all of them, but especially the third one: he just sort of hovers around with his hands on his hips, eyes glued to the screen. Despite you offering for him to sit down like 15 times and join you, he's always saying "no no, I don't have time to waste watching television" and then stands there for a solid 30 minutes and does exactly that. He even just stands right in the way sometimes.

I've had similar thoughts about this kind of thing because I love sci fi and horror movies, which I can see being his bag. I think he'd definitely do that 'hey, I know that guy!' thing allllll the time, and you'd never quite know if he was being serious with it haha. I think he'd sometimes just make shit up because it'd be funny/to get a reaction out of you. Other times, he'd genuinely recognise a species or something, or the movie would be accurate and he'd enjoy it.

I'm personally very into J-horror. I'm back on a bit of a kick with it at the moment, and specifically I enjoy the genre of mockumentary found footage that's very popular out there. The whole thing is less about what is actually taking place during the main scene and more about the details in the background. They lay out a lot of clues and hidden images/messages etc, and I can see Ford really enjoying that. It's kind of cute to imagine him helping you put together the clues and figuring out the secret hidden story within the plot.

I do it with my partner all the time. We'll often be watching in dead silence and I'll suddenly spot something and get super excited, and be like oh my god there's a lady in background do you see her omg?! and they've completely missed it so we have to rewind it so I can show them frame by frame. I try to figure out what's going on by translating all the Japanese comments under the video lmao so having Ford to connect the dots would be very helpful. They're like a movie and a puzzle all in one. I can see him helping you out and writing everything down very seriously in order to get it right haha

[to-boldly-nope]

Like Crazy (Peck!Spock x Reader)

Plot: just...angsty pining

Words: 566

Warnings: drinking, brief mentions of making out (so slight nsfw), angst, self-angst(?)

A/N: Hey!!! First of all, if you've read that one post about the reason why I stopped writing, I'm here to say everything is still OK between me and my fiance and we plan on getting married in October! Second, it's been a while, like I don't know how long, maybe 2 years? Maybe 3? How's it going! And third, my dad started watching Strange New Worlds and holy shit Ethan Peck is...woah...(in a good way..obv)

Another A/N: If yall see me posting a lot just message me and tell me to get back to my school work because I'm a master procrastinator.

You sit at the bar on the ship, watching as the people party and drink and you do too, well, you drink. You watch as Christine flirt with Spock for the umpteenth time tonight, he looks bored as he makes eye contact with you from across the room. Was he actually uninterested or did he just look like that? You take another shot. 

You see Spock walk up to you and you grimace softly. “Too much Christine?” 

“Indeed,” he simply said. I try to sit up, but I sway softly. Was the ship unbalanced or were you drunk? You couldn’t even tell until Spock’s hands steadied you. His face was blank, but his eyes were concerned. “You’re intoxicated.” 

“I’m not. Why do you care?” 

“You are a valued member of this crew,” he said, his voice deep like always and it sent shivers down your spine. This wasn’t even right. Spock shouldn’t be caught in the middle of whatever was going on. Between you and Christine pining after him, trying to win his affection. You swore that there was something there for you in his eyes. He always had a softer look, a softer voice, a softer touch. You don’t want this to end, but if you kept on being a coward then Christine would win him over first. 

“Right,” you say with an eye roll. 

“I mean it, (Y/N),” he whispered and the shiver returned again. 

~

You don’t remember when you made it into the science lab with Spock. Maybe it was adrenaline or maybe you were drunk, but those thoughts went away as Spock pressed you against the table. 

“Don’t wake me,” you mumbled against his lips. 

“What was that?” Spock asked while pulling away. 

You just shake your head. You were scared of that one wrong thing and you’d wake up from this dream. You’d wake up and Spock would realize that you didn’t deserve any of this and he should be with someone like Christine and not some tough security officer. Someone who matches his intellect and can have conversations and requires logic and not force, but you could do that too. What’s the difference between you and her anyway? You can be logical and intellectual too. You seem to be viewing yourself from outside of your body, like a reflection. You see yourself wrap your legs around his waist as he easily lifts you up on the table, making some of the glasses fall to the floor and shatter. 

You’re afraid that everything will disappear. Maybe he’s just here to help numb the pain, the pining. Maybe he made his choice and decided that he wanted you and not Christine, she was leaving for the Fellowship after all. Maybe this wasn’t a dream after all. 

You let him lean into you, placing kisses against your neck, one of his hands holding your thigh and the other resting on your lower back, holding you up, making sure you don’t touch any of the broken glass. Your hands go towards his uniform shirt, grasping it.

~

You wake up in your bed, the skin on your neck tingling softly from where you dreamed of the kisses and the bites. You take a minute to ground yourself, making sure that you are awake and aware, your fingers slowly touching the tingling skin. 

“Alone again,” you hissed to yourself, wiping away tears, “what’s the point?” 

[acciocriativity]

THE 'U' IN 'US' - ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER TWO

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 2,4k

N/A: Do we have some plot? Yes we do!! I'm excited to hear you guys thoughts. If you enjoyed this, don't forget to reblog so my work can reach more people <3

ONE MASTERLIST THREE

Ateez Masterlist

In your neighborhood, most residents were 60 something that complained about any noise after 5 p.m. so they heard the sirens miles away and the commotion was set even before you saw 8 guys running straight to your house.

You froze, standing still by the window for a moment or two. You just got into the house, and you were sure you said send a text, which you were waiting for the whole way home, but you got nothing. The moment they stopped to breath was the one where your legs seemed to function again.

You opened the door wide and gestured for them to come in and to do it fast.

In front of all of your nosy neighbors, they got into your house for the first time.

You saw the relief in their faces as each one of them walked in and let their shoes by the door. You noticed the sweat in their foreheads and how much they were hyperventilating, how could you not? They looked like they just ran a marathon, and you didn’t doubt it, considering how fast they reach your house, almost as fast as you did.

“How about a cup of water”, you heard the streams of thank you’s as you went to the kitchen.

You never had to use that many before and would never have bought it if it depended solely on your social circle. For the first time, you thanked your parents for hosting so much when you’re younger and just wanted to watch some TV in the living room.

It was when you took the third glass cup out of the cabinet, you noticed they were silent. There were no footsteps sounds, no voices talking, no nothing.

“Come on, there’s no need for that in here”, you said in the same calm and low voice tone.

Hongjoong cleaned his throat and did his best to pretend he wasn’t that embarrassed by your call-out. He searched the whole space without moving a muscle, he found nothing near threatening as he thought, but out of instinct, he stood there as he looked out for them and out of instinct the rest of them waited for a sign to actually rest and let their guard down in that new environment.

The moment Hongjoong waved lightly with his right hand, it was a domino effect. Mingi sank to the floor as he took a deep breath. Yeosang leaned on the floor to collect his own thoughts. San and Wooyoung, hand-in-hand, slowly roamed through the huge living room, but not as big as the one they once called home and hell in the same breath.

Yunho and Jongho followed you to the kitchen as Seonghwa rubbed Hongjoong’s left shoulder, then made him walk to the others.

“I’ll help you with those”, Yunho said, then took three full cups with both his hands as if that was his second nature. His eyes were gentle as he looked at you for those couple of seconds, the words ‘thank you’ weren’t needed to send the message.

Jongho leaned against the wall as he waited for you to fill the rest. “Thank you for taking us in, and sorry for the trouble”, he said it while his head looked down to your carpet.

“This wasn’t trouble, I should’ve known none of you is the kind to send a ‘hey, help me’ text”, both of you giggled together at that. “Aren’t you tired, too?”, you glanced at him before putting down the last glass cup on the counter.

He was holding himself together well if he was just pretending in front of you.

“I stretched before going to campus, guess it gave me some results today”, he shrugged, a small smile on his face as he took other three cups.

Before you could help with the last two, Yunho swiftly took it off of your hands and lead you the way out back to the living room.

“So”, you said as they chugged down the water and were comfy on the couches and armchairs, at least for that moment. “Is there something I should know for when the police comes?”, the words caused some wide eyes and nervous looks from Mingi and Seonghwa. “I kind of have a plan, I’ll get them off our backs for now, but I need to know I won’t be caught in a lie”.

“Hm, there’s not much to know, we kept our distance from them for years now, beside the thing with the apartment”, Seonghwa said as his tail moved left and right even when he tried to stop it.

“Can they prove all of you lived there?”

“No”, Hongjoong answered it fast.

You smiled because, of course, he destroyed everything before they ran out of there.

“That’s good enough for me”, you took a deep breath. “If any of you ever got questioned, you are under the hybrid protective services of my dad, Mr. Lee, just give them this name and wait for me whatever situation may be and for the record, you’re staying here under law protection, everyone on the same page?”

“Yes, but is that even real? Are they going to leave it alone?”, Jongho asked.

Hongjoong and San were the most unsure ones with this plan, trying to form a backup plan already if shit went down, and they needed to go on the run.

“It is, but I need a lot of paperwork to prove it, lucky us these people are underpaid and understaffed, when did they actually do more than needed of them, right?”

Right there, you made a good point. They could always count with the low effort and incompetent policemen, but usually that made everything worse for them. To make that a benefit would be a welcomed first.

“Any more questions?”, you felt stupid acting like a teacher to those hybrids, but if anyone found a hole in this story, the pleasure of ruining your lives could be bigger than fatigue, there was no doubt in it.

They shook their heads’ no.

“Good, I have four bathrooms so be my guest, all of you can take a shower, and I’ll order some food for us, okay?”

“Oh, thank goodness”, Wooyoung got up as soon as you finished. “So where’s the dir- ow, that hurts”, he whined as he caressed his left forearm up and down.

San gave you an embarrassed yellow smile and then went back to avoiding your gaze once again.

“Basement first door of the corridor, downstairs second door to the right, upstairs second door and the right door on the last bedroom”, you showed with your hands as you gave the directions. “It would be politer to give you all a house tour, but you’re not any common guests so wander as much as you like to, I really don’t think you’re going to be lost with those good noses of yours”.

Now, not even San could hold back a genuine smile.

“That is it, I’ll bring some clothes now go, go”, you gestured for them to hurry.

You seemed pretty confident in yourself and if they noticed the facade, nobody said anything. You did not mention on purpose how much you counted with the respect of your father’s name and reputation, which was quite a lot, but you’re confident on your lying skills, since you spent years of your teenage years polishing it.

As they went their separate ways, filling the empty shell of your house, you felt warmth as a quick thought crossed through your head, but you let it go as fast as it came.

You felt breathless as you rummaged through your father’s closet. You found some peace in that dusty room as your mind started to catch up with everything you did and said and the possible implications of it all. There are 9 hybrids in the house now, and you put your neck in line for them without much thought like always. You have always been the act first, worry next kind of person, but it’s the first time the full responsibility would fall on your lap if the plan went south.

“This would have to do it for now”, you said as you looked at the heavy pile in your arms.

They still didn’t come to the living room when the doorbell rang, not once, not twice.

It occurred to you that you needed to clean this mess at some point, he left too many clothes behind for you to pretend like he cares for them.

You ran to the door, suddenly nervous about the amount of lies you were about to spill.

“Hello, how can I help you?”, you forced a smile as soon as you saw the uniformed man standing there, thank goddess one you didn’t know.

“Well, hello Miss, one of your neighbors told us nine hybrids invaded your home… Is that true? You seem uninjured”, he was calm as someone who was ready to break down a door would be.

Behind the man, you saw other five of them holding guns ready to step in as back up. Since when were they allowed to carry guns? You focused your attention on the man in front of you again.

“They didn’t invade, I’m sure this is a misunderstood, do you know my father chief of the hybrid protection department Mr. Lee?”, the flash of recognition softened his featured and he nodded. “We found them, and we took them over to be under law protection here until we have a good home for them, it’s been tough with the hybrid facilities closing recently”, you said it with an unspoken sadness you didn’t feel over that at all, but he nodded along with you.

“Yeah, I heard they are going to go after the fight clubs too, so no more show for us, I guess”, he said it like it was just a silly comment and his whole demeanor was different all of a sudden. The man was young, but to lean on your door like a love interesting out of a romcom still made you want to throw up.

“Oh”, it was the best you could say, because you couldn’t make yourself agree to that. “Right, so are in the clear? I mean if you want to you can talk to my father bu-”

“No, no, there’s no need, this is not the first time he became the hero for some mut-”

There was no movement in the house.

“Have a good day, mister”, you closed the door onto his face and your smile faded.

Your hands were shaking as you slowly made your way to grab yourself a glass of cold water.

If Hongjoong couldn’t hear their hearts, he would be worried. It was him and Seonghwa at your basement and both weren’t in the mood to talk since they arrived at the house for different reasons. Hongjoong had this habit of being lost on his own worries and what if’s, Seonghwa did his best to pull him out but, still unsuccessful until he smelled the officer scent.

People like that really made Hongjoong’s blood boil, the ones who are there only for the status the position gave, but who also took full advantage of the fuck-up system they were supposed to rebuild. He’d rather a cruel officer than a hypocrite one, at least the cruel one he knew what to expect of.

“Hey, he’s nothing we didn't dealt with already”, Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong’s arm, and noticed how his nails grew on length, which was never a good sign. “Com’on, it’s your turn, the water is still warm so don’t take too long”, he said as he pushed Hongjoong into the bathroom and closed the door.

Wooyoung sat on the floor of your room as San pretended to take his shower. The words were ringing on their ears. ‘They are going to go after the fight clubs too’, he said. The water kept running, but he knew San was as distraught as he was.

Wooyoung didn’t notice the door opening, but he felt Jongho’s arm taking him off the ground and shielding him from his own thoughts.

“If they do go after him one day, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get to you, to you both”.

San could only feel a sense of gratitude because even if he hated he wasn't the one reassuring Wooyoun, he was thankful that Jongho was.

Yunho and Mingi came to collect Yeosang out of there, it was getting painful to stand outside waiting for the timing to come in, so the three of them inside could have their alone moment for a longer while. They were also the first ones who sat by you on the couch and ate first, since the food had already arrived by then.

You didn’t know what to say and they didn’t feel the need to say anything, but as much as you tried to act natural, they could feel your side eyes.

“It’s ok”, Yunho whispered to you and he wished he could comfort you they way he can with his pack, but you couldn’t feel the waves of serene energy around the room. “Your plan was flawless, wasn’t it? He acted like a piece of shit, there’s no surprise in that”.

But you did felt better, because he implied you weren’t part of that category and to know he still keep you separate of them was enough for you.

“Can you take those to them?”, you asked Yunho while gesturing to the two other closed bags on the coffee table. “Also can you two discuss with them the bedroom arrangements you guys want and let me know, please? Again, look around if you need to, mine is the green one, I’ll be there if you need anything”.

They did as you said, Jongho went downstairs and you followed Yunho upstairs.

The moment your back touched the soft texture of your blanket, you felt asleep.

“We shouldn’t be doing this...”

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[b1nkee]

APHBLR (especially artists) I NEED MUTUALS PLEAAASEE LETS BE FRIENDS!!!!!

If asking doesn't convince you here is literally every single aphmau related piece I've ever done from most recently worked on to oldest

I'm missing a couple of my OLD OLD pieces from when I was actually 11 because I'm on vacation and I can't find a single picture of these drawings but wtv enjoy ig

also half of these are just gonna be sketches AND you guys WILL see these again when they get finished

we are so back sos sosososososo back, I still need to fit Kim somewhere because she's plot relevant

diaries interpretations <3 they will slowly be clothed

they're kissinf <3

nana drowning

zane for valentines day (this was not finished anywhere near valentines day)

diaries gargar before and after survivors guilt + other mcd things

Levin Zoey and Malachi sending out a message in a bottle after literally everyone disappears. (mother)

Zoey making those fairy lights

travis valentines day tile I actually made around valentines day, I can't find the post-fired version anywhere in my camera roll other than in a TikTok I made where I was using It to do pre-calc homework LMFAO

zane in skeleton onesie

zanechan watching movies tg except his ass falls asleep.

they're going shopping.

The zane piece I made that actually really made digital painting start clicking in my head. Also I was in the TRENCHES for him during this piece I think you can tell

I long have abandoned this sketch BUTTTT I'm planning a redraw eventually

Ok so now here we are pre-quarantine by a few years. Had a little rare pair moment. I think travchan has an interesting dynamic in the like 3 moments they interact and if aphmau isn't going to give them a bestie arc IM going to give them a bestie arc

ok and now this one is like from ages ago ages ago

I have a couple of other drawings (1 of Irene, 1 of like every MCD character to ever) that were so so so silly because I made them back when I was 11 or something wish they were here anyway

lots of other aphmau fan art to come, honestly Im provably going yo be making fan art for these series's until I drop dead

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Mechanic Y/N Part 3

Word Count: 1,744

I know it's been a minute since I wrote more of this one but someone asked for it by name and I'd honestly forgotten about it until then. Anyway I hope to write a bit more of this (probably nothing super plot heavy, just Y/N slowly getting over their fears), so we'll see how it goes. Hope you guys like it!

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Even though there were a few hiccups along the way, you and Chica were having a blast! At first it was hard for you to be too close to her and if she moved too fast you'd flinch. Eventually though, with a chick flick and some popcorn, you'd started to warm up to the chicken. She really is so life-like, laughing at different points, even crying during sad points. The chicken eventually asked if she could maybe braid your hair, saying how pretty she thinks it is and trying to encourage any activity that might end in some exposure therapy. Of course you're hesitant to accept, you already get tense if she gets too close to you, but you know that the whole exposure therapy idea she has is probably the best way to help the fear. Little did you know that Freddy had helped her with the idea after doing research on fears and phobias. He hated the idea of you being that afraid of them and wanted nothing more than to help, Chica thought that was adorable.

When her mechanical hands first touch your hair you flinch, heart rate increasing. The chicken monitors you closely and goes slow, careful not to pull your hair or anything and risk making the fear worse. You'd trusted her enough to let her do this and she wouldn't let that chance go to waste. It takes longer than usual for her to finish the braid because of how slow and careful she's being, the movie the two of you were watching ending before she was even done.

“Tah da!” She says cheerfully, holding a handheld mirror up behind you while you look into the mirror on her vanity. The braid is pretty much flawless and the chicken seems very proud of her work.

“I-It’s beautiful Chica, thank you.”

“No problem sweetheart! Happy to help!” She says happily before putting the mirror back down on her bright pink vanity. “Looks like we should find another movie! Oh and don't worry, I told everyone I needed you for maintenance so you won't get in trouble or anything.” You blink in surprise at that.

“Oh, well, thank you Chica.”

“Oh! And Freddy is wondering if he could possibly watch a movie with us this time. He's really worried about you sugarplum.” Your eyes widen a bit at that and you look away, nervously fiddling with your hands. “I can tell him no if you're not comfortable with it Rock Chick, he won't be mad or anything. Honestly I don't think that teddy bear is capable of it.” Chica reassures, giggling a bit at the last part. It still surprises you the bear actually cares this much about how you see him and about you in general. Of course you're still terrified but being around Chica has helped, even if it's just a little bit.

“O-Okay…..” You say timidly, making the chicken gasp and gently hug you.

“Oh I'm so proud of you sugar!” You flinch at the sudden movement and touch and she backs off once she notices. “Sorry Rock Chick, got a bit carried away. Um….if it's still okay I can message him back and say he can head this way? I'll tell him to keep his distance though so don't worry.” She waits for you to nod in response before sending a message to Freddy through the connection the animatronics seem to share. You're still curious about it but aren't really in the right headspace to ask how it works right now. “Alright sweetie, he says he's on his way. Why don't you pick out another movie while I make more popcorn hm?” The chicken suggests, handing you the remote before walking off to the back area of her green room, pressing a button to open the door. You sit down on the nearby couch, beginning to scroll through a few different names before deciding on Up. It's around this time that the door to Chicas green room opens and reveals a certain orange colored bear. You tense when you realize he's here and there's no Chica here yet to take the pressure of interacting off of you.

“Hey there superstar! Don't worry, you don't have to talk to me. Even letting me come watch a movie with you two is a big step and I'm very proud of you for taking it.” The bear says, voice gentle and face lit up with a smile. You sit in a sort of stunned silence for a moment before managing to nod and look back at the movie. Freddy takes that as his cue to find somewhere to sit. The couch Chica has could easily seat all three of you, Freddy doubts you'll want him that close to you though so he decides to sit on the ground next to the couch on the side opposite you. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, heart practically beating out of your chest once again. It breaks the bears heart that he scares you so much but he knows this is something you have to work through on your own.

“I've got popcorn!” Chica exclaims as she enters, smiling when she sees Freddy. You flinch at the volume of her voice and how sudden her return was but gradually calm back down. The chicken hands a bag of popcorn to Freddy, who happily takes it with a thank you and a happy little ear wiggle. Awe, you didn't know he could do that, that's adorable. Then the chicken comes and sits down next to you on the couch, handing you your own bag before starting to eat hers. You watch curiously, not really thinking about how rude that may be. Chica doesn't seem to mind though.

“Wondering how we can eat Rock Chick? It's okay if you're curious.” She says patiently, making you blush and look away. “Awe, don't be so nervous sugar. We don't mind answering questions, or explaining things. The blue prints don't always tell you everything. Plus you're our mechanic now, it makes sense for you to be curious.” Freddy nods in agreement, smiling warmly to try and help calm you down. Unfortunately for you every time you glance over at him you get another wave of fear after being reminded again of just how big the bear is. The fangs and claws certainly don't help matters either. You're still thankful Chica doesn't have any. “Would it be better if I just explained?” It takes a moment, but you eventually nod.

“Alright, well we each have flavors we like and have sensors on our tongues so we can taste things and feel temperatures. Our throats are a sort of pipe that falls into a stomach like area that can be taken out and dumped and then put back in. I'm the one that eats the most. The others don't usually want to deal with the hassle but I just love food!” Chica explains, saying the last part with a huge smile. You tilt your head at that. These guys really are unlike anything else you've ever worked on.

“W-What’s your favorite flavor?” You eventually ask, Chica and Freddy both smile encouragingly, loving that you're actually talking to them. Or rather you're talking to Chica at the very least.

“Oh, well I love pizza! Pink lemonade is another favorite, like my fizzy faz flavor.” The chicken says before motioning at Freddy. “Freddy's is orange, like his fizzy faz. What's your favorite rock chick?” She asks, turning to look at you again.

“Um…..maybe strawberry? I don't think there's many strawberry flavored things here though.”

“I'm sure there's one or two things! I'll let you know if I find them! I kinda wanna try them myself now.” Chica replies with a giggle, before looking at the TV screen in front of them and seeing what movie you've chosen. “Oh I love this one! The beginning is kinda sad but it's such a cute movie.” She says happily before looking down at Freddy. “Come on Fred, there's some room next to me if you wanna sit on the couch!” The bear hesitates, blue eyes landing on you as if asking for your permission, before he looks back at Chica.

“I'd love to superstar, but I don't want to cause Y/N any unnecessary stress.” Freddy's reply catches you off guard, having not expected him to actually care so much about your well-being.

“Oh that's right, I'm sorry sugar I forgot that might not be the best idea.” Chica replies, looking towards you with genuine sadness. You nervously mess with the braid Chica put in earlier, feeling bad for making the bear stay on the floor. He seems rather unbothered by it but that doesn't mean that's actually how he feels underneath that smile of his.

“I-I’m sorry.” You manage, looking away while continuing to mess with the braid.

“Please don't apologize superstar, you've done nothing wrong. I'll be perfectly fine down here. Your comfort is more important.” What the bear says catches you off guard and you turn to look at him, blushing a bit with wide eyes before looking away again.

“I-I um….thank you.”

“Of course superstar!”

And with that Chica grabs the remote and starts the movie. You all sit in a comfortable silence despite you still feeling a bit guilty about being the reason Freddy decided to stay on the ground. He doesn't seem to mind though, blue eyes on the movie until the occasional commentary from Chica is heard. The bubbly bird just couldn't help herself, sharing how much she loves certain characters or loves certain moments. Freddy and her even cry through the opening part about Carl and Ellie's life together, surprising you. They can cry, they can eat, they can feel, what else could these beings do? Once the movie is over you notice it's almost time for your shift to end. Chica and Freddy are sad to see you go, the chicken happily giving you a big hug and begging to do something like this again sometime, maybe even a sleepover! Freddy waves goodbye with his signature smile lighting up his face, thanking you both for inviting him and thanking you for being comfortable enough to let him join. Once you're out of the pizzaplex and back home you can't help laying awake that night, thoughts of the two of them filling your head until you eventually drift off.

[lutiaskokopelli]

Haven't seen much of you in a while, asumed you were busy, just want to wish you success in whatever you're doing, you're awesome, remember to take care

Aah, thank you!! Yeah, I know I've been... quiet publicly to say the least x'D

I'm still doing stuff in the shadows! But always stuff that can't be posted here because of spoilers (yay to working on a sequel to a fic you haven't even finished writing), or WIPs that I don't want to post here because it's not "good enough" in my eyes. Or both.

Work still has me in a chokehold because of both the amount given to me by real life and the amount given to me by my own plans and expectations, haha, but I am slowly getting there. I've been hoping to catch up to a certain extent before taking it easy (aka getting back to doing fun things, aka writing/drawing instead of plotting and making graphs and charts and timelines and organizing notes without actually making any art behind it).

Thanks for the message!! I hope you take care too <3

[hwasshvur]

Shadowed Obsession Part Two ( sneak peek)

summary: when Y/N a normal girl who worked at a library or bookstore and tried to get through college helped a male get a 'gift' turned into her nightmare.

Nasia's note: I didn't think people would like the first part! tysm! this is just a sneak peek because I'm going out of town soon so I'll be leaving my laptop at home </3 I'll be back and post the full ver soon promise <3!

TW/: Yandere, threats, death mentions, angst, stalking, kidnapping, death threats, drugging

pairing: Wooyoung x female reader

WARNING: This story does NOT portray Wooyoung or any other idol mentioned in any way this is strictly for the plot.

You looked around and made sure everything was still in place before you walked to your car when you got a message from your brother.

sung <3: are you home yet?

You: no sadly, I'm just ensuring everything is in place for Cara tomorrow.

sung <3: Ah okay I'm going to a party with Jay tonight so I'll be home late. I'll bring some food home!

You: okay! Have fun! and don't drink too much.

sung <3: okay and I won't Mom.

You rolled your eyes at his smart remark and proceeded to turn off the lights grab your tote bag and walk to the parking lot where you spotted your car and another car you assumed it was a college couple making out and walked to your vehicle. unlocking it and driving home. You made it home safe ( shocker ) got in the shower and decided to watch Netflix to kill a little bit of time when you swore up and down you heard someone call your name in the distance. You weren't stupid enough to walk out and investigate instead you turned your TV off laid down in your bed and tried to go to sleep, you closed your eyes and heard faint footsteps walking in the hallway of Heesungs and your shared apartment. You knew it wasn't Heesung he would've called stating he was on his way home and that he brought your food. Someone had to be in your apartment but who? and why? Your bedroom door slowly opened. Your heart was beating out of your chest but you pretended to be asleep maybe whoever it was would leave instead of murdering you. What did this person want you and your older brother were literal college students living in a crappy apartment that y'all college provided for students who didn't want to live on campus, Y'all worked at the community library nothing is exciting about that unless you really loved books. "My angel... I know you're awake" Wait... That voice sounds so familiar but you heard so many voices today that it's hard to decipher who it was. A cold hand came and caressed the side of your face. "Come on Y/N open your eyes. I'm not stupid" You gave in and opened your eyes looking straight at ... "Wooyoung?" your customer from earlier why is he here? "Why are you in my home? How did you get in? How did you even get here?" you asked him obviously scared shitless as you slowly sat up and slowly reached for your phone behind your back. "You ask too many questions. Move your hand." Wooyoung replied grabbing your arm. "You're not calling the cops on me I waited too long and worked too hard for this," Wooyoung said forcing you to stand clearly getting upset, and started dragging you out of your room. "NO! STOP!" You screamed trying to throw yourself around. "It hurts me I have to do this" Wooyoung said as calmly as he could as he pulled out a tranquilizer stabbed your neck and injected it. Your squirming came to a halt as you collapsed in his arms. "It's okay baby..I'm taking you home now."

[sweet-hearts-and-destiny-knots]

While outlining the Kalos arc, I fell into a new Leaf ship by accident 😭 It made me think about your quote about Pokemon being an otome game, which is funny bc I don't often meet people who are so chill with shipping as a concept lol, I'm not even a shipper in writing, more of a ship teaser but sometimes its just fun to discuss and imagine you know? I remember you saying you had multiple routes, but the guys we know were the "main boys" I'm curious to know what other rare pairs you like! And then while catching up on your blog, I saw you listed some out, "a vast assortment" 👀 are there more you're holding back on sharing? It's no trouble, we'd be happy hear them out! What kind of ships did you have the honor of bestowing a name upon :D My newest Leaf ship is x Alain. Still looking, but I've considered ship names like...BlueLuster, Solstice, Equinox...trying to go for that subtle symbolism. Steven references him in ORAS as an easter egg if you show him a shiny Beldum I think, so I'm like...lmao, what if I give game!Leaf her Kalosian boyfriend too (joke joke, but 👀) funniest thing to text the Kantrio gc. The boys will flip. There's not a lot of eligible bachelors in Kanto huh? I've only seen Leaf ships with Brock and Bill for the guys, Misty and Erika for the girls. Been slowly finding out how much ship teasing is in ScarVio, how lucky for the self-shippers XD they should do that more :3 Also aw man 😔 yeah the girls and the region locked Pokemon. I've seen someone HC that Galar has a rule banning entry of certain Pokemon into the region to explain the lack of a National Dex. Does your AU have anything like that? If they'd given us Alolan Leaf </3 she'd at least see something...I also saw what you said about naming Gloria's Intelion "Julian" and lol, I feel that, before their names came out I was thinking OOOH TINKATON. I'll customize the player as Steven's lil sister <3 and name her Josee <3 but before that, I was like, if regular custom, then maybe Julie? So her canon name was a surprise XD Ooh, and about Silver. While nostalgia might definitely play a role, the Silver fans I know like him bc of the plot potential of him being Giovanni's son and the subtle character arc he goes through. He never abandons his Pokemon despite calling them weak, gets the classic Golbat friendship evolution, his arrogance reads more like trying to prove a point to himself bc of Gio literally leaving him in a random parking lot at age 8-9. A lot of his speech actually mirrors what Rocket grunt NPCs tell you in-game. The switch from saying "I" to "we." The Dragon's Den, Dad Lance adoption speedrun everybody likes. I suppose there's also the potential "Red/Leaf are related to Gio" theory with the Scientist Gideon mistaking us for Gio's kid, until remembering the red hair bit. I always assumed it was bc we shared those facial features, or the eye color. Another possibility is that Silver was on that island and we were the only kid the scientist ran into, which raises the theory that he's been watching the player hiding in Gio's office somewhere the whole time. If you're a Chikorita!Silver truther, its evolutions pokedex mimics him too. Meganium, the final evo, releases a soothing scent. Bayleef, the midway journey, releases a scent that makes you want to fight. I know there's a lot of analysis ppl have done, but this is all I can remember off the top of my head. Now I'm wondering how the relationship between the KanJoh generation is written, how does their story play out? Is it just like the games, with Green going @/Lyra like he did with Red, "you look kind of like her...just a bit."

Oh, what a detailed message! But I believe the reason why I seem so "chill" with shipping as a concept is due to the fact I haven't forgotten this is meant to be a fun activity. Certainly there are some pairings as well as dynamics I deeply despise, however I prefer to place my focus on what brings me happiness.

All the pairings I've accumulated thus far involving the protagonists are listed in a past post, which you seem to have read. The ones I've bestowed a name to are:

LeafStoneshipping (Brock x Leaf) Barriershipping (Avery x Gloria) Wieldershipping (Volo x Akari) BrilliantDiamondshipping (Adaman x Akari) CandyTruffleshipping (Melli x Akari) Tracksuitshipping (Drayton x Juliana) SnowQuartzshipping (Grusha x Juliana)

Additionally, no, there is no such rule in place which prohibits certain Pokémon not native to Galar or Paldea. At some point Akari, or rather Hikari, visits the latter with Sariel, her Alpha Togekiss, who very much enjoys the vast varieties of food available!

I personally perceive Silver as a fascinating character for all the above reasons and more. Nostalgia also doesn't exactly affect my view of him since I didn't have the opportunity to play HeartGold and SoulSilver until relatively recently.

But with how strangely members of the fanbase behaved towards Kieran before the release of The Indigo Disk, as well as Volo in ways I don't even want to discuss here, I couldn't help wondering if Silver is lucky enough to escape that sort of discourse simply due to the time period he was introduced to the series.

It's actually interesting you ask about the relationship between the Kanto and Johto characters in Sisterhood, because I wrote a post just the other night involving Leaf, Green, Kotone, and Silver which I intend to share sometime soon.

Thank you for showing such interest!

[yourturntofnaf]

Stitchline Adaptation

oh boy, a post I didn't think I'd be making.

going into fnaf week, I was pretty strongly opposed to both frightsgames and talesgames. hell, even VIP made me confident in tales not being canon. two things, however, made me step down on all of it.

1. the scott interview. obviously he didnt confirm anything about book canonicity, but him explaining how security breach didn't tell his story correctly and he's been working to correct that paints a good argument for tales being written for clarification purposes, maybe even beyond being hints to the games lore.

2. into the pit games. goddamit. let me just say, i love this game. aesthetically its awesome, the easter eggs are great, I love the story, everything is perfect. but following this, I have a hard time believing that the stitchline stories are completely seperate from the games.

the use of minigames to display frights stories was beyond what I was expecting this game to have. when I firsr saw them, my brain jumped to a few different solutions.

- these are just easter eggs as its an anniversary game looking to showcase the whole franchise

- these are in universe games of in universe books, aligning with frightsfiction

- this is meant to support stitchline games

now each of these have their issues for me.

these minigames are pretty damn complex to simply be an easter egg. it's not something simple like a poster appearing, they are full fledged mini games. too much for me to write off as just a reference.

I would be less open to this being frightsfiction if the way of accessing them weren't so strange. if it was just getting them in the arcade, that would feel pretty direct in stating they're simply games, but thats not the case. also, there's nothing else in the franchise suggesting these books exist as just that.

finally, these games are simply different than the actual books. theyre recognizable as being their respective stories, but have different details.

so if all of these don't work, what does it mean? I'm honestly not certain in it, but this is what I've come up with.

it relies on this: the minigames are different, but have the same major beats.

in to be beautiful the story, eleanor grants a girls wish of becoming "beautiful" piece by piece using a pendant. by the end, it's revealed eleanor was slowly killing the girl to take her appearance. to be beautiful mini game has eleanor, the girl, and the pendant; along with the concept of making her beautiful piece by piece. theres a difference in the ordering, however, as eleanor only gives the girl the pendant at the end. in the game, it even looks like the necklace is what kills her.

in count the ways story, a goth kid obsessed with death is trapped inside of funtine freddy, where she is listed off the ways she can die. the story ends with freddy killing her. in the minigame, bonbon is pictured (but never mentioned in the story). still, the major characters and story are there.

finally, in fetch the story a dog animatronic falsely reads instructions of the high school boy main character, ending in fetch harming other people. in the minigame, fetch is in a fazbear location and eventually mauls a boy. this minigame is clearly the most different from it's story predecessor. hell, the main character doesn't even look like greg from the book. but there's important context that I think explains this:

scott wants the next game to be based off of fetch. ITP ends with "CU", the text fetch sends at the end of his story.

so we have 3 stories turned into minigames. all 3 are stitchline related. all 3 have the same major characters, major message, but different details and methods. the one thats most different is due to get a full length game. the game this is in is also a story based full length game that has the same characters, same plot points, but majorly different methods.

going off the scott interview, he wrote a shorter story of each book, and then the writers over doubled it in length. this leaves a whole lot of room for difference in what scott was thinking and what was written. and following security breach, he seems to be far more clear in what the games are supposed to say.

I think, after months of denying it, that the events of stitchline take place in the games. but I dont think the story version is the exact recount. over time, I think we are going to get game versions of these stories that explain how it happens for the in-game universe. the important characters and concepts are all here, but details are updated to fit more cleanly into the games timeline. some changes are small (such as clarifying bonbons presence in CTW), and others are major. the ones that will see the most major changes are likely the book-title stories, hence why the fetch minigame is such a drastic change and why it'll likely get a full game.

I think secret of the mimic will create a similar situation for the tales stories, although I'm leaning towards all of those stories being canon rather than something like mimicline.

I also feel a similar intent was behind VIP. the constant mention of the pizzaplex entering a stage of renovation cant help but make me think it's meant to explain why the main pizzaplex in tales is structurally different than that of security breach.

to summarize my rant, my running take from here (until SOTM comes out and inevitably changes the lore again) is the concept that the stitchline stories are overall canon, but are in the process of being adapted into the games to accurately fit in. I believe fnaf is in a stage of clarification over what was previously believed or outright implied to fit the modern story.