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[scaras-discord-kitten]

Father! Scara x Parent! User

Pairing: Father! Scaramouche x Parent! User.

Plot: How I imagine Scaramouche as the father of your kid(s).

Warnings: Mentioning of sex in point 10 (X) and pregnant sex in point 11 (XI). Nothing explicit, no scenes described. Mentioning of SIDS in point 4 (IV). Not proofread

Other: afab reader.

↪︎ I: He wants to be a better parent than his mother was for him. He is terrified of not being a good parent and he needs reassurance.

↪︎ II: He would put lots of effort to assure his kid(s) has/have good grades.

↪︎ III: During pregnancy he would find so amusing and cute all the food cravings or mood swings.

↪︎ IV: Right after childbirth he would be so supportive but also very anxious to hurt the kid(s), or also very, very terrified of SIDS. It would destroy him.

↪︎ V: He would support his kid(s) with all the homework and studying from school and would tutor them.

↪︎ VI: Once the kid(s) is/are grown up enough to bathe in the bathtub he’d love to take baths with them.

↪︎ VII: He’d buy lots of toys for his kids, and spoil them, as a way to compensate all the love he never received from his own mother.

↪︎ VIII: Of course his mother would never get to know his son is a father. And if she get to know that, he would make sure Ei never gets to know them.

↪︎ IX: He wouldn’t let his kid(s) have a phone until they are 6 graders, and they would have parental control and a limited screen time anyways.

↪︎ X: After the kid(s) was born/adopted, he would make sure to use protections and give you time, mostly focusing on your recovery (in case you gave birth) and on the kid(s)

↪︎ XI: During pregnancy sex was a must. He loved to have sex with his pregnant partner, knowing that they are bearing his kid(s)

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[ap3arll]

☆loser!ellie hcs pt.6☆

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

warnings: modern au, loser!ellie, fluff, slightly suggestive🔥(not really🤥), established relationship r n ellie, not explicit whether the r is fem or masc, all of these are just self inserts, some silly and random, the last one is a little not.., anyway…i think that’s it? yeah?

note: was feeling silly(literally everyday)lately and cooked these up

daily clicks. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine

☆ ellie loves little intimate moments between the two of you, and they don’t even have to be like 😈, just like a kiss, or holding hands, cuddling, doing things together. it just makes her feel closer to you, and love you even more then she already does if that’s eve possible tho??

☆ i’ve talked about this before but, i saw this pin in a thrift store a little while ago and it was an ‘i ❤️ my gf’ pin and i just know if ellie got her fingers on that she’s pinning it onto her bag or jacket and walk around with it high and proud.

☆ ELLIE WOULD DEFINITELY SING ‘my kind of woman’ by Mac deMarco TO YOU. OMGGGGGG do I even need to say anything else she just loves you so very much that she can’t even put in words so she sings you that song and GHDHDBB

☆ ellie loves hugging, like she might actually die if doesn’t get to hug you every time she sees you. it’s really cute too, because like, idk, but i just need her to hug me. and the hug won’t be too tight like a normal hug, but she’ll hold you for so long omgggg. the two of you could be somewhere like a party and she hug you and not let you go until she thinks she’s had enough hugging(literally never) and she’ll just wobble side to side, slowly and, UGHHHHHH

☆ ellie loves to lay on top of you, specifically on your back. like you could be laying down on the bed or the couch and ellie would just lay on top of you. and maybe some humping no because who wrote that👀🤷‍♀️😅.

☆ i feel like ellie loves yelp, she loves to leave a good(not always) review of a restaurant or wherever she was. and she’s just be so brutally honest that it might even come of as rude, but it’s okay because she’s just a girl🎀

☆ definitely sends you these through out the day or just when she’s feelin extra silly and goofy🤪😜😝

☆ i just know ellie loves to play indie horror games. like they’re so fun and scary. and she could be like playing them, with you right next to her and she’ll say “this isn’t even scary” and then next jump scare she screams like she’s being stabbed to death😹

☆ yk that fairy trend on tiktok from like a million years ago, where you pretend to fly like a fairy but like only show your feet. i can 💯% see ellie doing that. like she’ll have a whole ass secret fairy acc and everything. she was a fairy🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ yk what I’m talking abt??

☆ personally i can see ellie working at like best buy or the home depo, wearing one of those vests with her name on it, and it’s so cutee. like one day you just came in looking for something and went up to ellie for some help and she helps you because obv like your so hot who wouldn’t??? and then would spent an hour explaining something to you…🤤🤤in her soft raspy Ellie voice🥵🥵😼

☆ I feel like Ellie definitely does the dad pose without knowing she’s doing it

☆ ellie definitely film’s little blog of what she is doing and sends them to you. she probably used to make them on snapchat when she was younger and they have her baby voice and she cringes at herself but you find it very cute🫶

☆ prefers tap water over filtered water.

☆ takes screenshots of things she thinks she’s going to need in the future/or needs to remember and just forgets abt them and then complains abt not having any storage on her phone.

☆ HEAR ME OUT OKAY HEAR ME OUTTT🙏🙏🙏 i feel like ellie definitely has some CRAZY hear me outs… like ummm the green and the brown m&ms, uhh wtv her name is, nala, mrs. potts from beauty and the beast(1991)………., this girl also dk her name, the tooth fairy for the rise of the guardians.., lola from the shark tale… dick me down no who said that???😅😰 ANYWAY ummm that was definitely not me speaking… i have more, BUT i going to stop RIGHT here for your own safety..

[garadinervi]

Sofie Dawo, Untitled, (textile, black wool on natural colored base), 1965 [Capitain Petzel, Berlin. Jochum Rodgers, Berlin. © Sofie Dawo]

Group Exhibition: The Displacement Effect, Curated by Kirsty Bell with Jochum Rodgers, Capitain Petzel, Berlin, June 26 – August 14, 2021

[the-ominous-owl]

They don’t talk about it.

Not after Ava emerges from a shower that was far too cold and far too long. Not as they prepare dinner together, dancing and shifting around each other smoothly in the tiny kitchen. Not later that night, when Bea finishes her usual circuit of checking the door and windows are locked and all the lights are off and crawls into bed next to Ava. They don’t talk about it, about Bea’s hand in Ava’s hair and Bea’s breath against Ava’s lips, but when Bea rolls onto her side and reaches for Ava in the darkness, Ava goes willingly, curling herself into Bea’s arms without a word.

Ava’s behaving. She’s not pushing. But in the dark, in their bed, where they can each cry after a nightmare without judgement, the normal rules don’t apply. Ava loosens her self-imposed restriction on touching – not a ban, because she simply wouldn’t survive that, but an awareness of how much and how often – and Beatrice reaches for comfort more easily, loosens her grip on her composure in favour of solace.

They don’t talk about it in the morning either, but that’s less because they’re avoiding it and more because they both, once again, jerk awake to find Lilith glowering at them from the foot of their bed.

“Lilith, I swear to god…” Ava groans, turning to bury her head back into her pillow, only to realise that her pillow had been Bea’s shoulder, and Bea has moved out of range.

“I was invited this time. Beatrice asked for supplies,” Lilith says, innocent tone belied by the smirk that’s revealed when Bea flicks her bedside lamp on, because it’s early enough that it’s still dark outside.

“I meant for them to be delivered at a slightly less obnoxious time,” Bea says, frowning at Lilith as she props herself up on her elbows. She hadn’t gone for her knife this time, mostly because it took her long enough to disentangle herself from Ava that she’d had time to identify Lilith as the figure leering at them in the dark.

“I must have got my time zones mixed up.”

“We’re in the same fucking time zone, you—”

“Language.”

Ava’s going to Halo blast her. It’s going to happen.

continue on ao3

[oblonger]

My birthday gift from me, to myself:

Another (mostly) Trevailshipping Fic :3

Based on that one post I saw a while back about a similar concept.

@sincerely-sofie I truely can't get enough of them being mushy and cute. I am quietly and kindly but passionately asking you to make more if you can.

Ark Is being haunted.

Ark is being haunted by nightmares.

Not literally of course, he isn't capable of falling asleep naturally after all.

But he is nonetheless being haunted.

By himself.

Or rather, by Darkrai.

For a few months now, he's been seeing a transparent version of himself wherever he is. Berating him. Telling him just how much of a failure he is.

Ark hears Darkrai yelling at him while he spends time with Opal. Telling him that he actually wants nothing more than to level her with the dust.

There have been times where he nearly launched an attack towards where Twig was, to defend her from Darkrai while he attempted to slit her throat.

Ark can't go anywhere or talk to anyone without feeling like he's putting on an act.

But the worst part is that only Ark can see and hear him.

It's tortuous, he feels like his family are in constant danger. Ark feels like he can't leave any of them alone in a room.

Ark knows that Darkrai is incapable of doing anything, but it's maddening hearing and seeing someone so brazenly make threats towards the people he loves, while knowing there isn't a thing he can do about it.

All he can do is just wait for him to dissappear.

~~~~~~~

One morning, Ark noticed that Twig hadn't awoke when she normally does. He gently opened the door to her room to see her clenching her head. Ark gently asked what was wrong.

"You are the cause of her pain." Darkrai whispered.

Twig groaned in pain. "Migraine." She mumbled. Ark made silent haste to get painkillers for her.

Some time after taking them, Ark never leaving her side, Twig sat up, still rubbing her eyes.

"Are you aware of the pain's origin?" Ark quietly questioned.

"Kinda." Twig mumbled.

"It's because of you." Darkrai said, rising from the ground behind her.

Ark paid him no mind. Not even looking at him. Everything he's uttered has been lies.

"I think it was a nightmare."

"See? It's your fault." Darkrai viciously whispered, slowly running a claw across Twig's neck.

Ark commanded his heart to stop speeding up.

"Was it a memory?"

Twig groaned in pain, the effort of thinking making her head hurt. "I don't remember any of it. I just know it was bad... I think it involved Darkrai in some way though."

Ark's hackles raised as Darkrai laughed with a sadistic mirth.

"Don't you understand? Your very presence is causing her harm. You are blind to the suffering you cause."

Ark had to ask himself if Darkrai is slowly gaining back power.

"You alright man?" Twig asked. Ark hadn't even realized he'd been glaring at Darkrai. To her, he must have seemed really angry at that wall.

Ark glanced away from her, which probably looked much more suspicious. "I am well."

Twig tilted her head. "Are you sure? You looked really mad."

Ark deeply sighed to give himself a few more seconds to think of an excuse.

"I am. I'm simply concerned for your well-being Twig..." Ark paused

"You aren't, you selfish fool." Darkrai growled.

Ark looked at Twig. "If it would make you feel safe, then I will-"

Twig shot a hand up. "Stop." She interrupted. Twig looked at him with loving concern, grabbing his hands and holding them in hers.

"I don't want you to leave or whatever dude. I had a nightmare about Darkrai. Not you. I swear I feel nothing but safe around you Ark."

Ark struggled to find any way to respond. Goodness, he loves her so much.

Darkrai moved his head down right next to Twig's, staring directly into Ark.

"She's always been such a terrible liar."

Ark had to suppress the urge to scream at Darkrai. His anger at this specter was unmatched.

Every. Time.

Every time she's said something nice to him over these last months, he claims it's a lie. Born from pity, or some life debt, or that she is plotting to end his life.

He knows it isn't true...

He constantly reminds himself that it isn't true...

He knows in his heart that all of these are lies...

SO THEN WHY DOES HE STILL FEEL DOUBT!?

"So." Twig continued. "Can you please tell me what's bothering you?"

Ark searched for what he can say. He can't tell her what's happening. He can't tell her that Darkrai might be returning. He cannot tell her that he sometimes questions the intention behind her kind words.

Ark sighed. "It's simply that I feel angry for how I treated you in the past." It wasn't a complete lie.

"You don't regret it." Darkrai whispered.

"Dude." Twig gently nudged his shoulder with her fist. "Haven't I told you to quit worrying about that?" She said, giving him a fond smile.

"I already told you. I've forgiven you for what you did."

"No she has not."

"You aren't the same person you were back then Ark."

"Yes you are."

"It's in the past. Things have changed."

"We are proof that is false."

"So, do me a favor and quit beating yourself up about it." Twig gave him a warm grin that he would die for. "I'll beat you up for you, if you screw up. 'Kay?"

Darkrai positioned himself next to Twig so he could look Ark in the eye.

"She has outright admitted her plans to bring harm upon you. If you were wise you would finish it."

Ark nodded to Twig. Both him and Darkrai lying. She beamed even brighter as a response, her tail gently wagging.

"Thanks man." She said as she leaned forward to press her forehead against his, an action that Ark reciprocated while Darkrai whispered vile things that Ark tried to tune out.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Ark couldn't tell if he was paranoid or if Darkrai really was growing in power. He feels like the amount of nightmares that Opal and Twig have been getting has increased. He's hidden a journal with a chart, keeping track of what days either of them have had a nightmare.

He realized that he truly was exhausted when he caught himself crossing out sections that Darkrai had said were inaccurate.

Ark felt trapped. He didn't know what to do. Twig was visibly becoming more concerned about him, and Opal is avoiding spending time with him. Wait, no. Opal isn't avoiding him. Darkrai told him that she was and he believed him.

He believed him.

Or did he say that and he didnt believe him, but he was right? And if he was right about this then what other things is he right about?

It was becoming too much for him. Ark didnt know how much longer he can keep up this facade. If he's believing these things, then how long will it take before he commits one of the actions that Darkrai has been telling him to do?

Ark needed to talk to someone. But who? He can't talk to Twig, even imagining the way she would look at him filled him with dread. He can't tell anyone from the 'future trio', they wouldnt understand. Gardevoir would hate him if she found out what he did. There was no way in heck he was going to confide in Skuntank. Ark was completely alone. There was nobody he could...

...

Oh.

There was one person that he could talk to.

He hated the fact that he's been brought to this point, but he was completely out of options.

Ark deeply sighed as he used his powers to reach out to Cresselia.

~~~

Ark slowly approached the clearing that he'd requested Cresselia to meet him in. The moonlight gently shining over everything. Being told that this would be the perfect time to begin again his plan to cover the world in darkness.

Darkrai suddenly froze once Cresselia was able to be seen. Being silent in a way that Ark had been longing for.

Ark and Cresselia both stood there in silence, staring at each other while Darkrai screamed at Ark. Some incoherently hateful nonsense that Ark had believed in the past.

Ark feared that on some level, he still does.

"You requested my assistance?" Cresselia broke the silence, nervously wringing her hands together.

Darkrai's wrath towards him almost seemed to pale in comparison to how Ark felt towards the world so long ago.

Ark slowly recounted what had been happening to him. Carefully considering each word he said, so as to not repeat something that Darkrai was yelling at him.

Cresselia stood there in attentive silence the entire time. Listening to everything he'd said.

"I see..." Cresselia muttered once Ark finished his story.

That's it?

That's all she has to say!?

No. Stop. Give her time to think.

Cresselia stared at the ground.

"So... you believe that you are reverting back to who you once were..." Cresselia confirmed.

"There is no reverting to be done, because you never changed in-"

Cresselia looked up at Ark with a determined expression. "I don't believe you."

Both Ark and Darkrai flinched. Memories of Cresselia saying similar things to him came flooding back.

For a brief moment, he considered heeding Darkrai's suggestions.

Cresselia's expression changed from one of determination to sadness when she registered Ark's.

"I- No! That came out wrong!" She held her face in her hands. "I meant to say that I don't believe that will happen to you."

Ark's expression fell from wrath, to confusion, to sadness. Darkrai noticed.

"SHE'S LYING!!!" He roared.

Cresselia looked up at Ark. "I... I don't fear that you will try and accomplish what you had attempted back then."

"SHE'S LYING!!!" Darkrai repeated.

"I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what I wrought upon you. And Im not ever going to be able to forgive myself either."

Ark felt shocked at what she said, and just how similar it felt to what he said to Twig.

Darkrai seemed stunned at what she said, before repeating once more what he said previously.

"But the anger you felt, that plan you created..." Ark could see tears welling in Cresselia's eyes. "Please don't blame yourself for that. The blame falls upon me alone."

Ark couldn't hear the things Darkrai was yelling at him. He could tell that he still was, but it sounded muffled.

"These last several years have made it crystal clear that I have nothing to be cautious of..."

Ark felt like his chest would cave in.

Cresselia looked at him with tears streaming down her face.

"You aren't who you once were." She choked out. Echoing the words which Twig had said.

Ark didn't know how to react. That letter Cresselia had given him made all of this already known to him. But hearing her say this all aloud to him...

Ark stared at the ground, trying to piece together the emotions he was feeling. He felt like running away. He felt like crying. He felt like embracing her. He felt like ripping his own heart out.

Ark stood there trying to find the words to say when he realized something.

He couldn't hear or see Darkrai.

Yes, he was still having those vile, hateful thoughts, but it didn't feel like he had been chained down anymore. He felt like a clarity he'd been deprived of had fallen upon him. He finally felt like he could distinguish his intentions from his thoughts.

Ark struggled for a long time to figure out how best to express his gratitude towards Cresselia. He never did hug her, but she seemed so incredibly relieved, when he finally managed to.

Ark took note of how conflicted she looked when he made it know that he doesn't hate her anymore.

~~

Ark silently opened the door to his home, careful not to wake Twig or Opal.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw that Twig was sitting on the couch, looking at him with intense worry and relief.

"Ark!" She practically lept from her seat to hug him.

"Twig? Why are you still awake?"

"I was worried dude!" She looked at him with a loving irritation. "I can tell when you leave the house. I... You can't just leave without saying anything! Not after how you've been acting!"

Right. He never did tell her what had been happening to him.

Ark took in a shaky breath. "I owe you an explanation for my lapse in behavior."

He and Twig sat on the couch. Twig holding his hand in hers as she leaned against him. He explained what had been happening to him.

All of his thoughts, the way he doubted her, the way he'd thought that his intentions were to hurt her. The hatred he felt towards himself when he thought he was considering hurting her.

Everything.

His thoughts of how much he wanted to end her only arose a few times as quiet, intrusive thoughts. Compared to how constant they were before.

Twig never once moved away from him. She never let go of his hand. At no point did she look at him with the disgust he had thought she would express.

He knew for certain now, that everything will be okay.

[angelllcakes]

hiiii~

i was wondering if you could write an angst imagine of jeonghan where he cheats on y/n, but in the end he begs for her back? some sad backstory maybe 🤭

i’m so sorry idk why stories like these are my favorite i just love being hurt i guess 😓😩 but take your time please and be safe!!

no worries at all! i can handle a little angst 😌

just need to tell myself that this ISNT self indulgent and i’m not trying to hurt my own heart by writing angst ab my ult hehe

numbful void, ft. jeonghan

pairings: idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

warnings: angst, suggestive content, lots of crying, mentions of cheating smooching 😱😱

word count: 1.2k

There’s a distance between the two of you lately.

Maybe not in the ways one would expect, for your boyfriend still greets you sweet good mornings’ and goodbyes’ each day. It’s the same as it’s always been, yet you sense a separation only felt behind the thoughts of curiosity and mistrust.

In the last few months you’ve seen less and less of jeonghan, naively trusting his claims that his comeback requires extensive preparations. It’s difficult to understand being in a position such as his, for a demanding, best-selling group of artists require more rehearsals and more attention in order to remain at the very top. You couldn’t imagine the stress he endured, so you never minded when he’d call you late at night, sleepily letting you know of his whereabouts with the other members. You’d always give in, letting him have his freedom if it meant seeing him smile. Though his honesty began to twist from that point on, for less than a month later his colleagues would kindly message you, about him.

Joshua Hong, 12:48am - Sry to bother you, just wanted to make sure Jeonghan got back home safe~

You, 12:50am - He isn’t with you?

Sooner or later, incoming calls from the others would appear, leaving you distraught at the hundreds of thoughts peddling through your mind about your boyfriend’s location.

“We finished rehearsing about an hour ago, like we have for the last five weeks. He told me he was going straight home to you?”

“He isn’t here, but thank you for being honest with me ‘Kwan.”

you bite your lip tensely, bouncing one leg up and down as you sit by your bedroom window. Just the idea of him being in an unsafe situation triggers your mind, though for some reason you can’t let yourself believe this has all been happening unintentionally.

You, 1:12am - Hannie?

You, Imy, are you almost home?

You, 1:15am - idc where you are just tell me you’re ok

~

By morning, your eyes blink open to whisps of hair tickling your shoulder, and an arm tightly clung to your waist. In the moment you want to shake him startled and interrogate him with questions that have kept you up all night. But you wouldn’t dare, instead nudging closer to him in the comfort of his warmth.

But this always happens, by the next morning he finds his way back to you, and you let him off without question. Sooner or later will he even return anymore?

He bids you a gentle farewell for another day of work as you twirl a strand from his perm back into place, softly pecking his cheek before returning to your office. When he shuts the door back into its position, you make a sharp turn for the bathroom, digging through the hamper for any evidence of his travels. Part of you is seeping with noisiness, begging to discover what kind of truths he’s been hiding. Another side of you can’t believe you’d let yourself lose this much trust in him, someone you’ve spent years of memories with.

You pull out his attire from last night, slightly damp from sweating through never-ending dance practices. As you shake off his sweat pants a natural, floral-scented fragrance fills your senses, which has never been your go-to aroma.

Pondering further on your thoughts you place his clothing back into the dirty pile feeling more distressed than before. A small, dark object slips out of his pocket, catching your eye by the sink, and only until after it’s swatted away in a scream do you realize it had only been a false eyelash. Your eyes widen, crouching over its place on the tile floor as your hand covers your gasping mouth.

Never in your life had you touched a pair of false lashes, and your just about positive his members haven’t either.

~

That evening you sit yourself comfortably at the kitchen table, only hiding your growing anxieties from the situation jeonghans brought to your attention.

He enters through the door, lazily kicking off his shoes before making his way over to the leftovers you’d left for him. Sometimes. when he found himself too exhausted, he’ll resist the urge to give you a sign of affection, not wanting to throw his hangriness onto you.

“Do we have any glue, hannie?” you mention.

His eyebrows furrow, doe eyes widening as he turns to you with a chuckle.

“And what would you need glue for sweetheart?”

“How else am I supposed to stick these falsies on?” You question half ignorantly, and watch as all the color drains from his face in an instant.

He rushes to your side, kneeling beside the chair you angrily perched on.

“S-Sweeheart you need to listen to me-“

“What is there to listen to Jeonghan!” You rise from the table, hands fisting around the now-dry pair of lashes before they’re throw towards his face.

In the time you’ve loved Jeonghan, you’ve never seen your boyfriend break down this quickly. He’s already tearing up, explaining in muffled sobs how apologetic he is, how big of a mistake he’s been making.

“This comebacks’ preparation has been so draining, baby. I needed a breath of fresh air from my life!” His eyes grow swollen at the sight of you, tearing up with nothing but a stone-cold gaze from above him.

He couldn’t force you into complying to his pleasures. The idea of using you for his own wishes made him sick. A few months ago he’d stumbled upon a lesser-known bar with his close friend, who encouraged him inside in order to free his mind.

“I only spent a few nights at that club, was only there because he thought it’d get rid of my stress. I wouldn’t have to think about my career, or be burdened by the responsibilities I have to maintain each day.”

“What, like your responsibilities of being a truthful boyfriend? Your clothes smell like another woman’s perfume Jeonghan.”

The possibilities of where his hands have been, whom his lips might have touched is something that would haunt you for who knows how long, but that sliver of hope in your heart couldn’t help but appreciate his care for you, refraining from using you in any immature way. He’s never thought of you lowly, and never will. It’s why arguments with him are so hard to communicate through. His reasons jumble inside your head until you can’t decide whether to ridicule him, or kiss him senseless. No matter what he’s done, he always manages to make it up to you. A part of you wants to believe that this time he’ll do it again too.

You reach out your hand to him, as he poorly attempts to wipe his tears.

“You’ve have no idea how grateful I am for you, love. Thank you, Thank you with every bone in my body for giving me your hand again.”

You chuckle, extending your fingers out further.

“No, no. Give me your pair of keys back.”

[elstoy]

thinking abt the doctor!abby request i have in my inbox that sounds so hot but could also get me cancelled <3

[wildbornsiren]

Push | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/F!Reader.

Push.  Summary: All you and Bradshaw really need is a push. Luckily the team is there to help you out.  AFAB/Female Reader implied military job/ 1,127 words Warnings: Sexual thoughts.  Notes: @skvatnavle sent a thought to my ask box, and it got a little long winded. Likes, comments and reblogs are all so loved. Thanks to the discord gang, I love you all. Thank you for reading. I appreciate it so much and it means the most. 

A to-go coffee cup appears on your desk, safely out of the way of the paperwork you’re working on. You look up when a chair is pulled out and a man flops into it. “Shouldn’t you be at a post flight briefing?” You arch an eyebrow looking at the man opposite you. “Maverick got pulled into a briefing of his own, so we’re off the hook until his ass chewing is done.” Rooster shrugged, taking a sip of his own coffee. “I figured you needed a break.” His smile is genuine, warm and it makes your heart skip when the full force of it is focused on you. “I appreciate that.” You take the coffee offering and take a sip hoping to hide the grin that’s spreading across your face. “You’re sweet.” “You work too hard.” He shifts in the chair, fiddling with the cardboard sleeve on his cup. “You know what they say, work hard play harder.” “Wouldn’t that lead to exhaustion?” “If you’re doing it right.” He says. “Nothing quite like collapsing in bed thoroughly exhausted.” There’s a subtle shift in his tone, it sends shivers down your spine and warmth pooling between your legs. It’s hard to focus on anything other than his hands which are messing with the sleeve, fingers flexing. You manage to drag your eyes away from his hands only to be taken by the flush of red on his cheekbones. “That does sound like a good night.” You press your thighs together under the desk, grateful that the furniture hides your squirming. “It often leads to good mornings, doesn’t it? Tangled up in blankets, warm and lazy. Nice and slow.” You’re surprised your voice doesn’t tremble, your hands curling lightly into fists to keep yourself from reaching out to smooth the errant curl from his forehead. You’ve often thought about how his hair feel as you run your fingers through it, picturing the way his eyes would close, or if he’d like it if you tugged lightly. Which often lead to you thinking about how he’d react if you tugged on his curls while his face was buried between your legs. You clear your throat and offer a small smile. “Is there something I can help you with Lieutenant Bradshaw, or is this purely pleasure?” “Pleasure.” He replies lightly. “I like sneaking off to spend time with you.” The two of you had had moments like this over the past few weeks. He’d come visit you at your desk, you’d manage to catch a glimpse of him in his classroom or join him for lunch. He’d walk you to your car after work, and the two of you would spend time talking, long after the parking lot was empty. The words to ask if he wanted to grab drinks, dinner, or even just catch a movie always seemed to hover between the two of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Once you had managed to get up the courage to ask him to dance. Someone had taken control of the jukebox at the Hard Deck and had stacked it with 80s power ballads. He held you close, singing softly along with the song, and it was the only version of Bad English’s When I see You Smile that you can tolerate. You went home alone that night feeling the press of his hand against your back, and the faint scent of his cologne on your shirt. You drop your gaze, “I like getting to see you too.” A second question hovers on the fringes of your mind, and you almost, almost have the courage to ask it. You take a deep breath, the words finding their way to your tongue. “Hey Rooster! Mav’s looking for us.” Phoenix calls from the doorway. Hangman and Bob are also with her, their heads tipped together, Hangman whispering something to Bob who nods after casting a glance in your direction. Rooster flashes a grin at you and gets to his feet. “You look like you’ve got something to say.” “It’s nothing,” you say quickly, too quickly judging by how his smile wavers slightly. “I’ll see you later.” He taps your desk twice before he’s joining the other pilots. You exhale, shoulders dropping slightly. The room feels too big without him in it, and it’s infinitely lonelier than before. You reach for the next file on your stack, opening it and begin to enter in the data that needs to be moved. “Excuse me.” You look up to see Bob watching you. “Yes Lieutenant Floyd?” “A couple of us were going over to Mulligans tonight to grab dinner. You’re welcome to come with us if you aren’t busy.” “I wouldn’t want to interrupt if it’s a team building---” He stops you with a shake of his head. “It’s not. The usual suspects and a couple of folks that join us at the Hard Deck. It’s a change of scenery.” “Sure,” you smile at him. He lets you know a time and grins before walking off. You had enough time after work to go home and change into civilian clothes before meeting up with the others at Mulligans. You see Rooster on the other end of the parking lot leaning against his Bronco, playing with his phone. You park, swallowing the nerves that have risen when you see him. “Just you and me so far huh?” He looks up from his phone, and his smile nearly makes your heart stop. “Yeah, Seresin and Nat cancelled.” He shrugs, placing his phone in his pocket. “Which is weird, because Seresin put this together, and apparently now he’s got a stomachache.” He pulls his phone out again when it pings, “And Nat has…cramps.” You wince in sympathy. “Let Hangman know I hope he feels better.” You pull out your own phone to text Phoenix. “Bob’s out too.” Rooster was frowning as he looked at his screen. “Did they eat something that didn’t agree with them?” You’ve pulled out your phone. “hey, sorry you’re not feeling good, there’s a heating pad in my top dresser drawer.” You send a quick text message to Phoenix. You watch as her text bubble pops up a couple times before you get an answer. “Have a good time with tonight with Bradshaw, I’m sorry we lied, but you two needed the push. Relax, have fun and enjoy your date.”  “We’ve been tricked.” You look up at him, sliding your phone into your back pocket. “It appears so.” He rubs the back of his neck, watching you, his eyes searching your face. You nod and offer a small smile. He reaches for your hand, and when his fingers interlock with yours, you don’t mind the fact that you were set up. --------- Tagging in:  @robertcallsignbobfloyd    @a-reader-and-a-writer  @hederasgarden   @writercole  @evansrogerskitten   @arianna-bradshaw @roses-and-grasses   @letsfvckingdance @green-socks @skvatnavle @a-reader-and-a-writer     @mayhem24-7forever @callsign-phoenix @yespolkadotkitty @princessmisery666 @lt-natrace   @princessmisery666  @shadeds-library @cowboybarbie @hoe-on-the-range 

[scaras-discord-kitten]

Student! Bf! Scaramouche headcanons

Pairing: Reader and Student! Boyfriend! Scaramouche

Plot: How I imagine Scaramouche as your boyfriend in high school

Warnings: Mentioning of sex in point 10 (X). Not explicit, no scenes described

↪︎ I : He would help you whenever you fail classes, both with psychological support and with tutoring

↪︎ II : He would absolutely take notes with all of his efforts if you ever didn’t come to class for any reason, and then explain it throughly to you

↪︎ III : He would spend all of his breaks and lunchtimes reading books or revising notes because he wants to go to a good uni

↪︎ IV : He is very good at math, so he would help small kids with tutoring, and he would also help your little siblings in case you have any (husband material)

↪︎ V : During tests he would let you copy if you need it

↪︎ VI : He is literally hated by everyone for his grumpy attitude, he also went to the principal a few times, but he has the highest grades in the class

↪︎ VII : He is literally so confused whenever it comes to history class. He just can’t remember all these dates and names and connect the events to them. But he still manages to have high grades somehow

↪︎ VIII : If you can’t go to his place or vice versa he would set up small late-night study calls

↪︎ IX : He is very busy, but he loves to take you on small library dates to study together

↪︎ X : He has an high sex drive, so whenever he feels needy he could also have the courage to take you in the school bathroom when he is sure no one is there

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[ap3arll]

— tying a bow into abby’s hair ౨ৎ

ellie version. photos from pinterest and edited by yours truly

daily clicks. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine

you brushed your fingers through abby’s hair, admiring how long, soft, and luscious it is. abby had just gotten out of the shower and her mussels were to sore from the gym to braid it her own hair, so she asked you. and you agree, because you love her oh so very much and this also gave you the opportunity to tie a cutesy little bow at the end.

abby was placed on the floor at the edge of the bed, and you were on the bed with abby in between your legs with her back facing you. “your hair is so soft, abs” you complement her slightly damp hair. “thank you, baby” the pet name making your stomach twist and turn, and she places a hand to your leg.

you grab the hair brush laying next you and put it up to abby’s hair, and with a slick movement of your wrist, you glide the hair brush down to the end of abby’s hair. and then your do the same to the other side, and then the middle. doing that a couple more times before laying the brunch back down and getting ready to start braiding.

you lift yourself up a little getting a better look at the top of abby’s head. you take two strands of her golden locks, and with your pinky grasping the third strand and braiding it in. then you repeat the over and over, and over, until you reached the the scalp almost at the bottom of abby’s head.

you then braid the rest of abby’s hair like you would normally do.

“can i have the hair tie?” you ask abby nicely.

abby stretches her hand to you “here you go” and you take the tie from her fingers. you tie it to the almost at the edges of her hair, and before abby could say thank you, or do anything you say: “wait, i wanna do something”

abby was intrigued by your word, wondering what were you thinking of doing. you jump off the bed and run over to your table, walk up to one of the drawers and opening it. all abby could see of you was your back and what looks like you looking for something in a drawer. “babe, what are you looking for?” abby was thinking of what it could be that you are doing but all her guesses lead to, absolutely nothing.

after another a second of two of you rummaging through the drawer you pull something out, but abby still can’t lay her eyes on that sometimes because your still turned away from her.

when you turn around abby spots the pink lacy string your your hands. she lets out a cute laugh and nods her head down and then right back up. you walked over to your original seat on the bed and sat down squeezing your legs to abby’s bicep’s.

“what are you doing, pretty girl, huh?” she asks grinning slightly. “you’ll see”

you grabbed the end of abby’s braid and wrapped the lace around the hair tie. then you made a loose but yet, pretty tight knot over the elastic, and created two loops, then you crossed them over each other and shoved one of the through the opening at the bottom. you pulled the bunny ear out and tightened the bow. you messed around with the lace for a brief second, making sure it was prefect.

“okay i’m done, you can go look” you laid the braid onto abby’s buff shoulder. she quickly glanced her head to the side to be met with a pick bow, and she again smiled at you.

abby stood up from the floor and walked up to the mirror. she stood before it and admired the little bow you tied around her hair. you walk up next to her and looked at her through the mirror, she turns to the side and brings her eyes to you. abby’s lays her big hands around your waist and places a kiss to your lips

“you’re so cute, baby” you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach and feel your cheeks heat up immediately at her words and actions. abby places several more kisses to your face and…<3

[sincerely-sofie]

Want to read a short comic about creativity, hope, and mental health? Look no further!

This comic is titled One Panel at a Time, and is a piece I made back in 2020 about my experience being an artist diagnosed with early-onset schizophrenia. You can read it here, or on Webtoon and Tapas if you'd like!

[garadinervi]

Sofie Dawo, Untitled, (textile, black wool on neutral colored base), 1965 [Capitain Petzel, Berlin. Jochum Rodgers, Berlin. © Sofie Dawo]

Group Exhibition: The Displacement Effect, Curated by Kirsty Bell with Jochum Rodgers, Capitain Petzel, Berlin, June 26 – August 14, 2021

[the-ominous-owl]

technically chapter 6.5 of sentient halo au

This is how Ava dies.

Not at the hands of a psychotic caretaker with delusions of saviourhood. Not trapped in an ancient, collapsing cave under the Vatican. Not at the hands of a deranged maybe-angel or his army of demons.

She’s going to die here, pressed against the peeling wallpaper in their tiny apartment and deliriously happy, with her hands tangled in Bea’s hair and her legs hooked around Bea’s hips and her skin hot under Bea’s mouth.

“Fuck, Bea.” Hand, Bea’s hand, cupped under her thigh, lifting, holding, squeezing. “It’s so fucking hot that you can do that.”

Bea hums against the underside of her jaw, a sharp little vibration that has Ava arching off the wall towards her. Bea staggers, just a little, unprepared for the shift of her weight, and moves the hand not on Ava’s thigh around to press against her back.

“Careful,” she warns, her voice rough. “This will get a lot less fun if I drop you.”

“You won’t, you won’t you won’t,” Ava breathes. There is very little blood left in her brain, and she’s having trouble forming anything close to a coherent thought, but that, she knows for sure. “Fuck. Beatrice…”

continue on ao3

[flirtlustlove]

COME BACK, BE HERE. - eddie munson x fem!reader

★ warnings ! angst!, fluff, hurt/comfort? jealousy, eddie breaking up with you

★ summary ! when you and eddie have a fight. and he breaks up with you, you call to tell him something.

sofi’s notes ★彡 this was definitely based off of a gilmore girls episode sorry it’s short, thx 4 reading 💗. pls reblog & like ! xoxo 💋

YOU’LL NEVER HATE yourself more than you do now. You and Eddie had an argument, and when you tried to speak to him, he said he needed time. God—time to think about what?— you didn’t wanna give him time but you did. It had been 14 hours later, was he really still needing time? You went to the record store to find some more vinyls, you were anxious, you had so many questions, but you wanted to get your mind off of him.

That was the breaking point for you, the rock bottom, the last moment. So here you are in bed sulking over him, he hated you know, it seemed like everyone did, like the universe was against you, and your pour soul. You didn’t wanna eat, get up, sleep, you just wanted to cry. You shouldn’t be left alone with your own thoughts. You need to call someone. You’re bestfriend, but wait that’s Eddie.

That was the breaking point for you, the rock bottom, the last moment. So here you are in bed sulking over him, he hated you know, it seemed like everyone did, like the universe was against you, and your pour soul. You didn’t wanna eat, get up, sleep, you just wanted to cry. You shouldn’t be left alone with your own thoughts. You need to call someone. You’re bestfriend, but wait that’s Eddie.

That was the breaking point for you, the rock bottom, the last moment. So here you are in bed sulking over him, he hated you know, it seemed like everyone did, like the universe was against you, and your pour soul. You didn’t wanna eat, get up, sleep, you just wanted to cry. You shouldn’t be left alone with your own thoughts. You need to call someone. You’re bestfriend, but wait that’s Eddie.

You are desperate, you miss him, you love him, and Eddie loves you too. You know he does, you just need someone—you need him.

The phone rings and rings and- Oh he answered.

You need to say something, a few ‘hello’s’ past, “God if this is someone playing a damn joke, I swear I’m gonna-.” He was cut off. “Eddie.” It came out soft and tremble-y. Almost a whisper, “Oh hey, are you okay?” Eddie asked, concern in his voice.

“No, I know I shouldn’t be calling, I know you’re really mad at me but I can’t be left alone with my mind. Please come back, be here with me you’re my bestfriend, just come sit with me.” You whispered, scared if you raised your voice he’d disappear. You were answered with a long ringing noise, he hung up. That jerk hung up when you needed him the most.

Twenty-seven minutes go by, you know, you counted, he wasn’t coming. You knew it. How stupid could you be? I mean he was pissed at you, you made mistakes, but we’re all—you hear your doorbell ring, then three knocks. You couldn’t believe it, no way, he came. You had to see it for yourself. Putting on your pretty bunny slippers and going downstairs.

You opened your door slightly, then made sure it was him, and opened it. Eddie immediately noticed your, red, puffy, tear stained eyes. He had bags in his hand, ice cream, chips, juice, beer, and every other junk food you could think of was there in his hands.

“I got all your favorites.” Eddie said, quietly letting himself in.

“I’m sorry, Eds.” You whispered. “I know.”

“I love you.” Eddie put the bags down on your dining room table. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He turned to look at you, “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m all in.”

“Good.”

Lots of kisses were given to you.

© HVRRYPOTTERS 2022 —all content rights belong to hvrrypotters . do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites. thank you.

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

hello love!

can you give us a little sneakpeak or tell us about roommate reader x jake 🥲❤️

Okay, so I’m gonna tell you, AND give you a sneek peak, cause y’all deserve it <33

My little brain cooked this up during my hiatus in order to get rid of my writers block and I was like wouldn’t it be fun to write and practice smut??

Hence this was born;

He peels his eyes open to find not a single ray of light outside his window, only navy blue skies with stars like dusted sugar. The moon is still in tow, perched up in the sky, shining, glowing its way into the room. He could make out a few birds chirping outside through the closed window. Singing their morning songs before the sun woke up. A soft breeze pouring into the room, rustling the white curtains.

“Sweetheart, it's not even morning yet, what are you doing here?” He slept naked in his bed, only a pair of boxers covering him. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat.

His hands move to your hips in an attempt to keep you from crushing his pelvic where you sat snug, straddling him. Bare legs on either side, the cotton of your underwear sneaking into his eyesight from under the shirt you were wearing. Your hands immediately intercept their way into his palms, threading your fingers through them until they are joined like a prayer, pinning them on either side of his head.

He is more than surprised by your sudden actions. Eyes wide, mouth parted: he yelps at your behavior, taking in a few deep breaths as he feels hot crimson start to creep up his chest.

“Let’s go watch the sunrise,” you begin before a yawn has weaved its way through your throat, letting go of one of his hand; you cover your mouth with the back of it, “on the rooftop?”

“The rooftop, huh?” he smiled, eyes lazily scanning over your shirt clad figure, his shirt…