#also I changed my signature I promise it’s me guys

[ace4art]

Rose Tyler, the girl that was in my drafts for 2 years.

[gilverrwrites]

Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?

Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.

Dean

You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.

No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.” Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.” *Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.

And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.

All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.

He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

Sam

Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.

He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.

But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.

He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?” “Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?” “What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

Castiel

Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.

So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.

Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?” I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose! “That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.

He would need time to stew on it from there.

It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.” What dr- oh right. “I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”  

Gabriel

You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.

“Reeeeeally?”

Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.

Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.

If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.

And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?” “No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?” “Mile high club?” “No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

Lucifer

His reaction is a lot more subdued. 

That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.

But the smile he keeps giving you.

The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.

When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

Temptation really is his game.

[ivystoryweaver]

With You part 4

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Summary: The truth is out. Will you see Jake again? Is Moon Knight back in business?

Pairings: Jake Lockley x reader, (Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader). Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is engaged to Marc and Steven.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/notables: Angst, comfort, references to alcoholism and recovery, cursing, a little bit of voice-raising I guess, some arguing, some touching/grabbing but no one is getting hurt i promise. Let me know if I missed a warning. Probably inaccurate DID, based on the show.

Dividers by saradika

PREVIOUSLY, on “With You”...

The two of you held one another in the middle of your drafty little kitchen, the shared answers between you only raising more questions.

“I think you should talk to Steven,” you suggested gently, “if you feel ready.”

Resting his forehead against yours, (Marc) rubbed your back soothingly. “Yeah. And maybe...maybe Jake too.”

It occurred to you, over the next two nights, that perhaps you were a heavy sleeper. 

Marc and Steven had a little heart-to-heart about “that bloody stupid pigeon” - Steven’s words, obviously. Steven made it to class and to his university library shifts. Marc’s two years of hard work and sobriety paid off, because he was now equipped with a wonderful support system - you, Steven, a close friend of his, and he even called his old sponsor. 

Then he attended a meeting (his idea). It was also his idea for Steven to keep his normal schedule. Marc felt guilty enough for getting Steven fired from the museum those years ago. (That, plus all the secrets.) So he changed his mind about hiding out in the flat with you. Routine was key. Routine and communication. 

You were so proud of your guys, but there were still a couple of glaring issues: Jake and the bloody stupid pigeon. 

Three nights after you first met Jake, you were determined to talk to him again. Marc had tried, Steven had tried, but Jake was used to operating completely alone. You got the feeling that this alter rarely did one damn thing he didn’t want to do. 

So you set three of the loudest, most blaring alarm sounds to go off on your phone - one at 2am, 3am and 4. You warned Marc and Steven, of course. In the event that Jake fell asleep, one of them would most likely wake up. Or Jake might not even front that night. 

But in case he did, you wanted to be awake for it. The alarm wasn’t for him anyway. It was because you had apparently slept through Jake’s entire existence, and you would never get to know him if things went on this way. You had to try.

So, tonight you made the effort to sleep in actual pajamas - black satin ones - a gift from Steven, instead of one of Marc’s comfy undershirts. The outfit wasn’t particularly revealing - you weren’t trying to seduce anyone, you just wanted to look a little more presentable than the worried, frantic mess from the first night you met Jake. 

Exhaustion overtook you easily and you did fall into a deep sleep, only to be jolted awake by your blaring 2am alarm, which scared the shit out of you. This could possibly be your worst idea ever. But you quickly realized, while trying to calm the hammering of your heart, that your fiancé was not in bed with you. 

Sitting up and pushing off the bed, you trudged to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face before checking the apartment for signs of life. Nothing. 

So you waited. 

You were alllmost back to sleep when he arrived - through the damn window, again. 

Sitting up, you flipped on the bedside lamp, just as he pulled his flat cap from his head and raked his fingers through his lustrous, chocolate waves. Sporting what you were starting to believe was his signature look - this alter carried himself with a self-assurance you had never seen from your fiancé. 

His expensive but worn leather jacket stopped at his waist, meeting well-fitting, sleek black pants. The same crisp, white shirt and dark tie, along with black, leather driving gloves completed his style. These weren’t clothes off a rack - they were tailored to fit him perfectly. He had chosen his look for a purpose...you assumed. 

“Jake?” you softly greeted, easing off the bed. 

Warm brown eyes stared at you, flashing as if momentarily caught off guard, before he pulled at the fingers of his gloves, just like he had done the first night.

“Go back to bed, cariño,” he implored, his voice rich, alluring, and much deeper than Steven’s. “It’s late, you should sleep,” he added, forcing himself to look away from the black satin draping itself over your body. 

“I don’t respond well to orders,” you nonchalantly replied, easing toward him. “I was waiting for you.”

Clenching both of his removed gloves in one hand, he stopped and turned to glare at you. “Why?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “It’s the middle of the night. I was worried.”

He scoffed. Dropping his gloves, he peeled off his leather jacket, turning his back to you. “Well, don’t. I can take care of myself.”

“Apparently not,” you shot back, reaching down to gather his discarded hat, gloves and jacket, domestically picking up after him, as if it were completely natural to you. “Not since Marc woke up in an alley the other night, in the Moon Knight suit.”

Jake was not sure what was more infuriating at the moment: you touching his shit, or you running interference for Marc. 

“I get it - can’t let anything upset Marc,” he growled, jerking his clothing out of your arms, a little more dramatically than he intended. You didn’t even flinch. “Believe me, muñeca(o), I’ve been dealing with him my whole life.”

You rolled your eyes, bristling in Marc’s defense. “Okay, first of all, I am not your doll.” You matched his glare with your hands on your hips, “and secondly, you can fuck right off.”

“Happily,” he sarcastically agreed. “You’re the one who ambushed me.”

True. You were in rare form tonight. However...

“Oh. I didn’t realize walking around my own bedroom was considered an ambush,” you fired back. “I was worried about you, Jake!”

“You were worried about him,” he sneered, dropping the pile of clothes onto the bed. “And I get that. You two are getting married, or whatever. Just let me do my job in peace.”

“And what is your job, exactly? Being Khonshu’s slave? Almost getting yourself killed?”

Dragging a hand down his face, he groaned.

“I fucked up, okay? It’s never happened before.” Angrily jerking off his tie, he silently cursed himself for coming in the window again, without making sure you were asleep. Although part of him knew, deep down, that he was dying to see you. And now this. Now you knew what had happened to Marc, that night, in the alley. 

“Jake, I can’t control what you do,” you admitted, your voice softening. You rarely ever raised your voice, let alone argued like this with Marc or Steven. But Jake just got under your skin. The heat in your cheeks and the heaving of your chest was definitely all worry. Nothing else, not at all...right?

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do,” you started again, boldly reaching for the tie clenched in his strong fist, which he held tightly to. “Your choices are yours. I respect that.”

He waited for a moment. “But?” He prodded. 

“But,” you added, swallowing hard, “You could have seriously been hurt. Khonshu is not obviously not protecting you. He doesn’t care what happens to you.”

“No one cares what happens to me,” he snapped, jerking away from you, tossing his tie carelessly. “That’s how it works. I protect them. That’s my job. That’s my only job.” 

“Bullshit,” you challenged, following him closely. “I care what happens to you, Jake. I care!” Reaching out, you desperately took hold of his forearm. “I’ve been waiting three nights in a row to see you again. I set my alarm just to wake up and see you. I’m yelling at you, Jake, and I never yell, ever. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Is that right?” He lowly growled, grabbing your arm - the one connected to him - and walking you back toward the wall. If you wanted his attention, you damn sure had it now. “You’ve known me for three days and I’m driving you crazy?”

All the air rushed out of you as one grip became two. Jake grasped your shoulders and pressed your back up against the wall, bending his knees slightly to descend to your height. “I’ve been sleeping next to you for years, mi amor. So believe me when I say that I know how you feel.”

“Jake, I...” you struggled to breathe normally as his dark eyes burned into yours, the grip of his fingers unyielding, yet somehow tender. “I didn’t know,” you finally uttered. “I didn’t know you were there, all this time. We don’t even know each other.” 

“I do know you,” he confessed, his voice softening as his thick fingers loosened their grip. “I know you. Marc and Steven too. So I can protect you.”

“But who will protect you?” you whispered, placing your palms on his chest to brace yourself, the heat of his firm body seeping through his dress shirt.

His searing gaze faltered, eyes dropping, his jaw clenching in determination. “Doesn’t matter. I have to do this for them. You have no idea how many enemies Marc has. Nothing else can happen to him.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him, your voice softening. “Doesn’t being an avatar make more enemies? Marc was trying to leave all that behind.”

Shaking his head, Jake turned his face away, sighing loudly. Why was he even doing this with you? As foreign as a personal conversation felt to him, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be looked after - to be worried about, to be touched. 

“He can’t - leave it behind. It’s not safe,” Jake finally explained, his head still turned to the side, avoiding your pleading gaze. “We’re not safe without Khonshu.”

You wanted to protest, but in all honestly, how would you know? 

“Jake,” you whispered, pushing your fingers up the definition of his chest, over the length of his neck to trace the sharp edge of his jaw. God, he was beautiful. So like the men you loved, yet completely his own, complicated person. You knew next to nothing about him. He could have his own life, his own family - someone of his own to come home to.

...but why, then, had he spent years sleeping next to you? And why were you drawn to him like this - following him, touching him, shouting...your emotions wild and unpredictable?

“Jake,” you began again, your breath faltering as his eyes met yours.

He couldn’t take it - being this close to you. “What?” he rasped, his voice softly betraying the stern pinch of his dark eyebrows. “What do you want from me?”

Releasing your shoulders, finally, he took hold of your hips, pulling you flush against his chest. “Tell me, cariño,” he whispered darkly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want -” you hardly recognized the plea in your own voice, you fingers still dancing over the angles of his handsome face. 

Jake’s eyebrows shot up inquisitively, the corner of his mouth curling slightly. You realized, then, that he seemed pleased to see you falter - to see you speechless. 

Well, fuck that. 

“I want to know you,” you finally admitted, returning the press of your fingers to his chest, your gaze dropping. “I want to know who you are, and if...if you have anyone. Someone - a family. And I want Marc and Steven to know you.”

Ah, he should have known. Releasing his grip on your hips, he pulled away, nodding as he headed toward the edge of the bed. Pushing his discarded pile of clothes aside, he sat down on the edge, resting his elbows on his knees. 

“I don’t know what you were thinking,” he finally responded, “but...this is my only home.” His eyes met yours from across the room. “You’re my only family.”

Your whole world stopped.

All at once, you were both devastated and thrilled. Jake had no one else to answer to in his life - he could be a family with you and Marc and Steven, if he was willing. Even if he didn’t want to be involved with you romantically, you wanted him to be a part of your life. But what kind of lonely existence had he led? Out at night, the avatar of a god, bringing vengeance to the vilest of men...protecting the system, but getting nothing in return? 

But the two of you couldn’t solve everything in one night. You would try, once more, to take what was in front of you, one step at a time. 

“I am,” you finally answered, crossing the room to ease down on the edge of the bed beside him. “I am your family. And this is your home. You don’t have to hide from us, Jake, or sneak in through windows.”

“I’m not...hiding,” he attempted, eyes downcast as his shoulder rubbed up against yours. “I just don’t want to take any more of their life. Of yours.”

“They’re trying to talk to you, you know. You don’t have to shut them out.”

He said your name then, and it almost felt strange to hear him say it. Different, but...good. 

He waited until you turned your head to look at him. “What I have...the way we are,” He tapped a finger to his temple, “in here...it’s not like a phone call. It doesn’t always work like that. It’s not always a sure thing.”

Shit. You violated the my-man-has-DID rules somehow. “I-I’m sorry, Jake, you’re right. It’s not my place to tell you how to...I don’t know, interact with your alters. I’m really sorry.”

Scowling, he paused, making you wonder if you really offended him. 

“Are you always this damn infuriating?” He cracked a smile, letting you know it was all right. 

“Actually, I’m usually a very calm and reasonable person,” you chuckled, leaning against his arm and giving him a little shove. “You just bring it out in me.”

Oh, he liked the idea of getting under your skin. He liked it a lot. 

“Really?” He teased. “You mean you don’t scare the shit out them in the middle of the night? Follow them around? Drive them crazy...wearing that?” He threw your words back at you. 

What a little shit. 

“No,” you steadily answered him, your gaze open and honest. “I guess I’m just here to drive you crazy.” 

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[hyacintheros]

Child of the Stars

|| (Regulus Black x Fem!Reader)

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Word Count: 0.7k

P.S: A little blurb I was thinkin of c:

She brushes her nails on his scalp, massaging and scrubbing the soap in. Rinsing out the bubbles, she gives the nape of his neck a nice pull, loosening any tense muscles. His wife wrings out the water from his hair, applies conditioner, and leaves it in for a few minutes.

“Ow! What was that for!?” Regulus holds his cheek, trying to soothe the pinch. She looks at him, ready to beat him with the conditioner still in his hair. “D'you know what Sirius said? He told me he saw you getting ice cream with Draco! You guys went without me..” his wife pouts.

“Really? That's what you're upset over? You were at Lily's place! What was I supposed to do, not get him ice cream??” Regulus pouts back, thankful his wife isn't actually angry. Merlin knows what she'll do to his hair when angry, shuddering at the thought, praying for his precious hair currently in her hands.

She rinses out the conditioner, giving his scalp one final scrub before wrapping it up in a cute pink towel, one she bought to tease him about. “Would it make you feel better if we went out for ice cream?” He kisses her forehead in a means to make amends. She smiles at him, happy and bubbly for ice cream.

“D'you want help drying your hair?” The girl mumbles as she cleans up the huge bowl of water and products, doing this once a week for Regulus. They find that washing his hair is a nice bonding activity to wind down from the week, just basking in each other's presence.

“Could you help, please? My curls look nicer when you do them..” They move to the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed while he sits on the ground below her, head facing the other way. “Pass me the creme, darling,” he grabs the dark purple container, opening it for her and holding it up so she can dip her fingers into the product.

Regulus’ head falls gently onto her lap, breathing having evened out, too blissed out to stop himself from falling asleep. His wife chuckles softly, scrunching his hair gently and palming at his nape to help him feel better. She lets him sleep, putting a towel on her thighs to protect his hair.

—♡—

“I'm going to kick your shin if you don't get up from my lap.” Regulus chooses to ignore this threat, instead turning his head around to nuzzle it into her stomach, mumbling incoherent words. “Reggie! My feet are asleep, please!” He relents, just a little bit, standing up by and stretching his back.

“Old man,” his wife mumbles, also getting up to stretch. “You promised me ice cream, you know.” He pulls her in for a sleepy, discombobulated hug, shushing her. “Same place..?” He whispers into her hair, still physically in a different realm. She nods, giving a little kiss to his cheek where she pinched an hour before.

They both grab a coat, not in the mood to change as their coats cover them all the way to their ankles. “It's cold out and you still want ice cream? Truly a well oiled machine, you are” he snickers at her, apperating them to the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley.

Walking in, the smell of handmade waffle cones and sweet cream fill the air, temperature even colder inside. “Oh look, they've got a new flavour!” She points out to the glass divider, a swirly black ice cream with gold shimmers in it. The couple have been coming to the same ice cream shop for a decade, having tasted every flavour, new and old. 

Regulus knows that look on his wife's face, having seen it a million times. Turning to the scooper, he says, “Could we get one Black Cherry Cheesecake scoop on a waffle.. and the new flavour- Child of the Stars? in a cup please.” He didn't see the name of the ice cream before, a bit ironic, he thinks.

Serving their ice creams, the boy behind the glass screen rings them up, “11 sickles please,” and Regulus pulls out his membership card, scanning it then paying for his tab. Grabbing the ice creams, they approach their signature table, one the couple have sat at almost every time they come.

Staring at his wife, he can't help but laugh at her expression, clearly confused by the flavour of her ice cream, not being able to place the actual taste. It's days like today that Regulus feels it was worth it, pushing through the hardest of what life had to offer, just to end up back in her arms.

[rosellacwrites]

oh, my dreams

(part 1: it’s never quite as it seems)

summary: Your name’s put you in some strange situations before, but this one might win the prize.

pairings: Steven Grant x fem-presenting!Reader**

rating: general audiences

warnings: strangers to…?, administrative fuckups, descriptions of anxiety/anxiety attacks. **I wrote this with a masculine-named AFAB reader in mind, for reasons I’ll explain below, but it could also be read as a transfem reader being deadnamed, so please read with caution if that’s a sensitive issue for you.

word count: 2650

author’s note: Written for the Moon Knight Spring Bingo @moonknight-events — this is entry #5 for “One Bed.” And thanks to @silvernight-m for the encouragement to finish this. 😘

Happy reading! ❤️

dividers by @firefly-graphics

You tap your keycard against the lock, half your mind on the lecture you’d just attended and the other half laser-focused on turning your brain off and some trash TV on. It’s the best way you’ve found to decompress, after a day of the sheer chaotic overwhelm that is more usually known as the academic conference.

Opening the door, you vaguely register someone else’s presence; it’s always irritating, the university’s insistence on saving money by forcing the grad students to share hotel rooms, but there’s nothing to be done for it. Dues must be paid, and someday, you’ll have tenure and you’ll never have to share a room again. But when you emerge from that pleasant daydream, you realize that something’s gone very wrong.

There’s a man in your room, lounging on the bed, tilting his head at you. “Hello,” he says, rather tentatively. “I — I think you might have got the wrong room.”

“Oh God — “ You fumble for the tiny envelope your keycard had come in, and can’t find it. “I’m so sorry — you must be right, let me just… but I swear it said 303, it’s got to be here somewhere…” After what feels like a year, you manage to unearth it, and it’s right there in black and white. You glance back to the still-open door, and those numbers haven’t changed either. Belatedly, it dawns on you: it’s happened again.

“Oh, shit,” you wail, dropping your bag on the floor. “Shit shit shit.”

“Are you all right?” He gets up and pads over to you, peering curiously at your stricken face. He’s British, clearly, from the accent; tousle-haired and dark-eyed and cute in the gentle, nerdy sort of way you like. Far too cute to be tainted by the swirling vortex of bullshit that always seems to follow you around.

“Fuck.” You scrub at your forehead, trying to ease the sudden headache that’s developed, and laugh bitterly. “It’s not personal, I promise — I don’t even know you…”

“Well, I’m Steven. With a V. Steven Grant.” He smiles at you, radiating a careful sort of friendliness, as though you’re a stray dog of uncertain temperament. “So now you know me a little bit, yeah? D’you want to come in and see if we can sort this out?”

You’re too flustered to object, and you step into the room and flop down into the desk chair, because your legs don’t seem to want to hold you up anymore. “Okay. It’s okay,” you repeat softly, trying to calm yourself. “He seems nice. He’s probably not a serial killer...”

“I’m definitely not a serial killer, if that helps.” His eyes are kind, concerned, and you feel oddly safe with him, despite your embarrassment at realizing you’d just said that out loud. “I’m just Steven, perpetually exhausted student. So what’s happened here? Is it something I can help with?”

“It’s my stupid name,” you growl. It happens all the time, no matter what you do to prevent it, and every time it does, it feels like sandpaper on your skin. You’ve put your pronouns in your email signature, you’ve written Ms. before your name, and none of it ever matters because people don’t fucking read. “They see it on the registration forms and just assume I’m a guy, and then something like this always goes wrong.”

“They did tell me I’d have a roommate,” he thinks out loud. “I saw your name on the list and I thought you were this bloke I know from my college, so I didn’t think anything of it…” He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, facing you, and that’s when it hits you.

The bed.

The single, solitary, admittedly large and very comfortable looking, but still only, bed.

“There’s only one bed,” you sigh. “Of fucking course there’s only one bed.” Tipping your head back, you study the ceiling as though it has an answer for you.

“Well, that’s it then,” Steven says. “We’ll have to talk to the organizers — I’m absolutely sure it wouldn’t be a problem for them to move one of us to another room. I’ll go with you and talk with them, if you like.”

“I can’t,” you interrupt. You feel it rising, that itchy, frantic, skin-too-tight feeling, the certain knowledge that when one more thing goes wrong you won’t be able to hold the screaming in. You’re frantically trying to gather up the cracking pieces of your carefully constructed shell, and the tigers in the tall grass will be upon you before you know it. “I can’t, because then I have to admit they’ve put me in the wrong room, and they’ll have to shuffle everyone around and it’ll make a big fuss and I’ll have Pain In The Ass stamped on my forehead when I go to network and I’ll never find a PhD advisor and — “

I don’t need you anymore, you’ve tried to tell it so many times. There aren’t any tigers here — you don’t need to protect me like this. But it doesn’t work that way, and you know it. It’s a bit like a wild animal itself, the anxiety, the way you’ve tried your best to tame it with meds and therapy and other, less doctor-sanctioned remedies, and sometimes it feels like you’re finally learning how to be friends.

And then it turns on you again, vicious claws and teeth sinking deep, and you remember you haven’t learned anything at all.

“I just can’t,” you whisper.

Steven’s hand lands on your shoulder, and you flinch; you hadn’t noticed him getting up to approach you again. “Breathe, love,” he says gently. “Just — take a minute, yeah?” You try, but your brain and heart and lungs don’t want to get with the program, and he sees the panic in every line of you. He half-sits down on the table, never taking his hand off your shoulder, and the other hand finds yours and curls around it comfortingly. “The only good thing about having anxiety attacks,” he says quietly, “is that you know what to do when someone else is having one.”

He breathes, deep and slow, leading by example, and gradually your heart settles into a slower rhythm as though his own is pacing it. His hands are big, and warm, and they ground you, bringing you back to yourself. Tigers in the area, the anxiety whispers, fading, but not here, not right now.

“The way I see it, we’ve got two options,” he says softly, letting go of you and ticking them off on his fingers. “Option one, we go and talk to the organizers and let them sort things out.” You shake your head quickly; he must see the panic rising again, because he switches tracks immediately. “Option two, we, er — don’t do that, and just leave things as they are.”

Your eyes fly wide. You’d been half-ready to just leave, throw your opportunities away and run back to the airport with your tail between your legs, but... “You mean…”

“This isn’t some kind of a — a come-on, or anything!” he assures you quickly, brows furrowed. “I don’t want to be the conference creeper, you know? But it is rather late, and if you’re really sure you don’t want to talk to anyone about it, I don’t mind at all if you stay.”

“Even though there’s only one bed? Doesn’t that bother you?”

He shrugs. “It’s only two nights — I think we can manage to be grown-ups about it for that long, yeah?”

The faceless Many, the Here Be Dragons on the map, versus the gentle sweet-faced One, familiar only by a technicality: it’s an easy choice, after all. It’s probably not your smartest, and even as you make it, your rational brain is pressing you to reconsider. But the anxiety, for once, is silent.

“Okay,” you murmur. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

*

You stay, and it’s — well, it’s nice. He’s nice.

He’s nothing but cheerful all evening, going out of his way to help you feel more comfortable with him and with this whole clusterfuck of a situation. And he’s funny, with a sassy wit that offers a glimpse of the brain below the messy curls. (You have a momentary thought of gratitude for the opportunity to see Steven Grant with bedhead tomorrow morning. It’s going to be epic.)

“I’m at Cambridge,” he tells you at one point. “About halfway through my PhD in Egyptology. On the linguistics end, mainly, not digging up tombs and things. But I have been on a dig or two.”

“Wow, Ancient Egypt. That’s like — the gateway drug. The thing that makes kids want to be archaeologists in the first place, and here you are doing it.” You smile at him, and he flushes.

“I suppose you’re right — always had a thing about it, as long as I can remember. Probably watched too many old movies as a kid.” He grins back at you, and it’s endearing as hell, warm and a little shy but somehow cheeky, too. “How about you? What’s your field?”

“I’m on the tech side. Mapping, satellite photography, ground-penetrating radar, all the fancy-ass things that tell you folks where to dig.”

“Oh, that’s fascinating!” he exclaims. “I could never — I’m hopeless with technology. Utter disaster.”

“Most of you are,” you retort before you can think better of it. “That’s why you have us.”

He laughs for the first time, and you immediately want to make him do it again. “That’s why we have you,” he acknowledges with a tilt of his head.

You’ve always been prone to crushes. They tend to creep up on you, more subtle than the anxiety, but no less consuming. The first tendrils always wind delicately around your ankles, and by the time you’ve registered their presence you’re already bound up to the knees. No no no no no, you tell yourself, you cannot do this right now. This is Not Allowed. This whole thing is more than weird enough already, without bringing his kindness and his intelligence and his big brown eyes into it.

Oh, no.

It’s already too late, isn’t it? the anxiety taunts.

Sure fuckin’ is, the crush responds.

You shove it down, ruthlessly, burying it as deep as you can. You keep it light, trading fieldwork tales, always the preferred currency at these things but more important than ever now. I’m for real, they say, trustworthy and honest and normal about things. I’m safe to talk to.

Steven ventures out for snacks to give you a chance to get ready for bed in privacy (god, how is he so nice), and when he comes back he nibbles on dark chocolate while he regales you with stories of Egypt. “Most people don’t know this,” he says, “but Cairo’s literally right up next to the pyramids. There’s a bloody Pizza Hut across the street.”

You stare, skeptical. “No. No way. That can’t be true.”

“Have a look at your maps,” he insists, pointing at you with the chocolate bar. “It’s absolutely true. Fastest way to spot the Egyptologist in the room is to show ‘em a movie where someone visits the pyramids and gets ‘lost in the desert.’”

You trade a few more stories, and then you can’t put it off any longer; your commitments tomorrow make a reasonable bedtime imperative. When there’s a lull in the conversation, you stand up and stretch. “I’m just gonna — “ you say awkwardly, gesturing toward the bathroom, and disappear to brush your teeth again (since he’d given you half the chocolate).

When you come out again, he’s rummaging for his own toothbrush, which means you have at least two minutes alone to decide how you want to navigate the inherent absurdity of getting into bed with a stranger. Don’t make it weird, the anxiety cautions. “By the way, do you have any, uh — bad habits I should know about?”

He looks up, startled. “Pardon?”

“I mean, like — do you hog the covers? Or snore?” You shrug as though it’s a perfectly normal question to ask someone you met a couple hours ago, and try to ignore the heat rising in your face.

“My, er, brothers — Marc and Jake — they say I talk in my sleep, sometimes. So I’m sorry in advance if I say anything bonkers.” Steven laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “Still don’t know if I really do, or if they’re just having me on.”

“If I hear anything, I’ll let you know,” I promise. “And if — if I can’t sleep, I’ll try not to keep you up.”

He smiles at that. “Likewise.”

And once he’s brushed his teeth, there’s really no putting it off any longer, and it doesn’t end up being as weird as you’d thought. Just two people climbing into opposite sides of a bed and settling down for the night, nothing weird about that at all. It feels rude to turn your back, somehow, so you curl on your side, facing him, and he clicks off the light and does the same.

You’ve tried to talk yourself out of it, but the apology spills out anyway. “I’m sorry — this is probably the last thing you needed tonight…” Your voice is small in the quiet room. “But — but thank you. For helping me.”

“No, no, it’s no trouble at all! This is good!” Steven protests. “I mean, not that you’ve got anxiety, but this — whole thing.” He waves his hand in a vague circle around the room. “It’s a good distraction. Means I’m not getting in my own head about my lecture tomorrow.”

Okay. That makes a certain amount of sense, and you begin to feel slightly better. “Do these conferences bother you too?”

He pauses for a moment. “Maybe… not quite in the same way as you? I don’t mind talking to people one-on-one and that, but presenting to a crowd always gives me a few fits, beforehand.”

“Do you — “ You swallow hard before continuing; it’s going to sound silly, maybe, but he’s looking at you so gently and like he understands, and you blurt it out. “Do you want to know a trick I have? It might help, if you want it…”

“Yeah?” He’s waiting as calmly as if you’re having this discussion over coffee, in broad daylight, not inches from each other in bed in a darkened hotel room, and it emboldens you.

“If I’m nervous about meeting someone, or — or giving a talk, or whatever, sometimes it helps me to, um — get there first.”

“Get there first,” he repeats, considering.

“Yeah. Get there first. Then it’s like — they’re coming into your territory, and you’re in charge.”

“That’s quite clever, actually.” He begins to smile, a broad grin creeping up like sunrise, and nods happily. “‘Get there first.’ I’ll remember that.”

A tiny glow of satisfaction burns in your chest, and you lie in silence together for a time. It’s a comfortable one, strangely intimate; you could talk, if you wanted, but for once you don’t feel like you need to. It’s enough just to be here, next to him, somehow knowing it’s enough for him, too.

It’s just — nice.

And then he stretches and turns, and for half a second your brain shorts out. “G’night,” he says, his voice already blurred with sleep. “Sweet dreams.” And he’s out like a light before you can even return the wish.

Even as your eyelids grow heavy, you’re convinced you’ll never sleep; how could you, when you’re literally in bed with a complete stranger, kind as he is? But the soft rise and fall of his breath is better than your white-noise machine, and the last thing you remember seeing before drifting off is his strong profile, silhouetted by the moonlight seeping through the space where the curtains don’t quite meet.

If you dream, you don’t remember it.

But it’s the first time you’ve ever been to one of these things and slept through the night.

part 2 coming soon…

@juneknight @spacecowboyhotch

author’s note, again: I got the idea for this fic from something that did, actually, happen to me as a teenager. Only in my case it was a summer music camp, not a conference, and my mother threw an unholy fit and made them change my room immediately.

(Sorry, Andrew. I guess we’ll never know what could have been.)

If your own name doesn’t match your gender presentation, for whatever reason, please know that I am fist-bumping you in solidarity and I love you.

[emitheduck]

Hey sorry if you don’t know if you’ve seen Grey’s Anatomy it, but if you do, can you write a Spencer Reid x reader! Where they’ve been engaged for a long time but they kept having to push the wedding back so like Meredith and Derek they literally get married on a post it 💀and like the teams reaction and stuff

A/N: i absolutely LOVE this request, and I wish it didn’t get buried in my inbox because i love greys so much and this is just too cute (also im not stealing if i use quotes from greys that’s just, what this request is)

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“Dammit, how many times are we going to get another invite you your wedding?” Emily snapped, slamming down the invite right onto Spencers desk, causing his coffee to spill over the sides of the mug. 

“Listen, I know we’ve had to reschedule it a few times–” Spencer started to answer, before Derek interrupted him with a laugh.

“A few times? You guys have changed the date at least three different times.” Derek said, shaking his head before going back to look down at his work. “If you don’t want to get married, why don’t you just, not get married?”

(Y/n) walked over, frowning as she looked over at Spencer, clearly tears in her eyes. “The venue just called. A water pipe blew, and they’re not going to be ready on the date, we’ll have to reschedule again.” She said to him quickly, running to the breakroom before he could get a chance to console her. 

Spencer looked up at Emily, deciding it was a good time to both help his fiance and also run away from her. “(Y/n), it’s okay, we can find another venue, or we can even try for a different day!” He told her, sighing when he saw her. She was sitting down at the table, head in hands and sobbing. “I just wanted our wedding to be special, and we’ve had to reschedule three different times now. I’m so sorry.” She said to him between sobs.

“Hey, look at me.” He told her softly, reaching over and gently raising her chin with his palm. “I love you, and no venue is going to even change that.” He paused, rifling through his pockets. “Here. Let’s get married.”

(Y/n) looked at him, confused as he slapped down a stack of Post-It’s on the table in front of them. “What’s that going to do?”

“I want to be with you forever, and you want to be with me forever. And if we want to do that, we’re going to need to write down some vows.” Spencer smiled, reaching over and grabbing a pen off the breakroom table. “Look, these Post-its are blue and brand new, I’m borrowing this pen and I’m sure it’s old; we have everything we need.”

She felt like she would cry again, not from being upset that their wedding had been changed three times, but the feeling he was willing to ignore all of that and still marry her–still love her. “What should we write?” She asked, taking the end of her sleeve to dry her eyes.

Spencer paused, looking down at the little square of paper. “We promise to love each other, even if we hate each other.” He said, writing it down as she nodded.

“We take care of each other no matter what.” (Y/n) told him, watching him write it down. “No running. You’re stuck with me.”

“More like, you’re stuck with me.” He teased as he wrote it down. “One last one. It’s forever. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up as he created two signature lines on the paper. “I, Spencer Reid, am signing his and agreeing to these vows.” He said as he handed her the pen.

(Y/n) smiled, taking the pen from him. “I love you so much. I truly never thought I would find someone who understands me, and you still surprise me every day.” She told him, signing her name on the line. 

Spencer leaned down, pulling her closer to himself to kiss her. His hands finding their way to the small of her back while hers rested on his shoulder. They both pulled away, flushed and teary eyed. “Now, we will go to city hall, make this official. And one day, we will be able to have an actual ceremony; but none of that stuff even matters because you’re my wife.”

The two walked out of the breakroom hand-in-hand. “Hey does anyone want to come with us? Pretty sure we need two witnesses if we wanted to get married at city hall?” Without even more explanation, they weren’t joined by two witnesses; but by the entire team. 

“So you both got married on a Post-it note?” Penelope asked as she read over the small piece of paper. “I’ll have to get you guys a frame for this or something. I don’t want anyone to think it’s trash.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Spencer smiled, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his new wife’s cheek.

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[fuck-customers]

🌠 I have a fun story. Some of this was filled in by a relative of mine who works upper management.

Where I work, we have this employee. She's a bit of a jack-of-all trades but seems to choose to stay on the bottom rungs, since she'd honestly not thrive in higher management positions. I'll call her X. X is pretty introverted, quiet, kind and above all, willing to help.

Our door greeter has some hang-ups and inconsideration they won't work through, so they call out very often. (Boss won't fire them because they are elderly.) X was always the first to offer to take their shift. Did our forklift guys need a spotter? (The guy they used to have walked out one day.) X is on it, no questions asked. Does a customer need an employee to help them shop? X is there! X has covered more of my shifts than I can count, due to personal life issues.

A lifesaver and a sweetheart. We all were inspired by her and also branched out to help, sometimes.

Despite how nice she is, X takes bullshit form no one. One day, one of our main supervisors got a position changed and some asshole took their place. This asshole seemed to hinge a lot of their projected success on what they perceived as X's submissiveness. Well, X felt disrespected by every interaction, it seemed. She always denied this jerk.

He'd demand X do something. "I'm sorry, that is not within my responsibilities as a cashier. If my responsibilities have changed, I would like to see a notarized and documented form that bares my signature before I take on other tasks." Honestly, to-a-T, brutal compliance of business shenanigans.

Well, Jerk got mad she stopped being so complicit and, one day, confronted her on her "behavior." Other employees, myself included, recorded him yelling at her while she looked unmoved and unbothered. When he was done, he shouted. "You do all of this for anyone else! Why not me?"

X was quiet for a long time. "You didn't treat me like a person when you bullied me in high school, and you still don't now. So why would I?"

Y'ALL, I WAS FLOORED. He was her high school bully and her revenge was not doing anything beyond her contracted job to help him, KNOWING HIS SUCCESS HINGED HEAVILY ON HER.

He was about to snap again, but saw we had cameras pointed at him. His face was red, he looked like he realized something.

"I don't remember that."

"Yes you do. Leave me alone, please."

Then, he didn't ask her to do anything. When he's wasn't scheduled, she goes above and beyond. But X didn't do a god damn thing for Jerk. He couldn't look her in the eye anymore. And honestly, good for her. Our store will never fire her; she knows too much and is too helpful, and she's the highest paid cashier after all her raises and such.

His "projected" productivity suffered since all of his promotional promises hinged on the cashiers being willing to help him with tasks outside of their job. We'd help if X did. She stopped so we did, too. One day he stopped showing up as our supervisor. Our new supervisor told us he'd taken another position.

X is a badass.

She eventually quit and took up her true passion, which was coding and programming. I still text her and we play Balder's Gate together. I love her to bits. She even said she'd teach me some code stuff and see if I can't work with her and her company... Wish me luck!

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[sarahmouches]

˚•｡౨ Wasteland, Baby! ৎ˚⋅ A Yuuji Itadori Fanfic

✩ Sum. A Yuuji Itadori Modern AU where Yuuji is a professional Volleyball player and reader is a nurse! It will be a pretty short, close friends to lovers story, and this is chapter 1!

✩ wc: 1.4k

✩ an: This is not proof-read, but I hope it pleases nonetheless! When reading, if you have any tips or corrections, feel free to comment them! :) (also ignore the title change lol I feel like it fit their soft love more)

10:57 at night and just over an hour till the end of your Thursday night shift, you release a heaving sigh as you look into the bathroom mirror and adjust the annoyingly messy bun in your hair. “C’mon girl,” says Nobara Kugisaki, your closest friend since college. “you only have an hour till the end of your shift, I still have three!” She says with an exaggerated pout and deeply furrowed brows.

“You’re right.” you respond with a light smile, turning your head toward your burnette companion, “Plus, we’ve been through worse.” you say with a smirk in your voice, a shudder running through you both as you think back on the old-man-and-the-bathroom incident (that unfortunately happened many times in a row). Just as you guys finish laughing to yourselves like lunatics, Nobara’s girlfriend and another one of your friends, Maki Zenin enters the bathroom. 

She smirks a little at both girls' state  before saying “(Y/n), Kugi, they need you down in the E.R.” and her smirk only grows as both you and Nobara groan in tandem. “Why is it always us?” Nobara grumbles as she reties her already short hair. “Honestly!” you agree firmly. “And Isn’t Fushiguro also on this shift? Sexism.” You joke with a false serious face, sending all three of you into a fit of laughter.

 Exiting the bathroom, Maki gives her girlfriend a peck on the cheek and squeeze of the waist before parting ways. Now walking to your new destination of the E.R., you chuckle to Nobara and say “God you guys really do make me feel single.” and you can see the faint tint of blush color her cheeks. “She really is sweet, isn’t she.” Nobara gushes with a little squeal and you can’t help but smile at your friend's happiness.

Stopping in front of the elevator, Nobara turns and says “Wait a minute, didn’t you literally have a date like two days ago? How did that go?” As the door chimes and opens, you step in and say “It was okay, I guess. He was pretty basic, and he stared at my tits the whole time.” You say with a sigh. “Geez I would too” Nobara playfully murmurs, a smirk growing on her face. You lightly punch her arm and say “Nobara!” but can’t suppress the smirk that mirrors her own. 

“Seriously, I don’t think you’ve been pleased with a single date in the past two years, who raised your standards so high?” Nobara teases with a playful jab, but you can’t help but think of honey brown eyes and cotton candy hair. Gentle whispers of touch, reassurance, fleeting years. What about him didn’t raise your standards would be a better question, but you don’t mention it. “Oh I don’t know, romance novels I guess.” you reply with a pasted on smile. 

“Whatcha reading?” He drags the ‘a’ as he plops down onto the bed right next to you. “Just another ‘corny romance’ ”you say, faking his deeper tone of voice when you do. You knew that deep down he secretly loved romance novels and all your rants about them, you even caught him reading “The Notebook” once. Knowing his sweet secret had been found, he promptly begged you not to tell anyone. Now in the fading light, he gives a signature, but gentle, smile as he leans back on the headboard and says “Wanna tell me about it?” with nothing but love in his deep brown eyes.

Walking through the doors of the E.R., you and Nobara split ways and you promise to say bye to her before leaving for home. Someone hands you the chart for your first patient, a young girl who is experiencing pain in her arm and side. Breathing in through your nose, you whisper words of encouragement to yourself and get to work.

It's 11:41, barely twenty minutes before your shift’s end, when you stop in your tracks. Patient name, Yuuji Itadori, Age, twenty-four. You practically feel your heart beat out of your chest but tell yourself that there are many people with the same name…right? Supposedly, the man was bleeding from a cut on his head and bruised all around, with fingers beaten up and knuckles bloody. You can’t help but wonder what the man got into, but you’re also silently praying the man isn’t who you suspect it may be. 

Entering the specified room, you hear the sounds of laughter mixed with the unfamiliar voice of a man saying “You’re really fucking dumb for this y’know, did you even think before you swung?” And before someone can reply, you’re pulling back the curtain separating yourself from the men and your heart drops to your stomach. The man sitting on the bed looks up at you, disturbingly familiar brown eyes meeting your own. You gulp before managing to say “Y-yuuji Itadori?” and you can feel your hands shake.

Yuuji only blinks before saying “Todo, can you leave the room? Like, now.”, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The man, Todo, gives him a strange look but follows the order silently, even closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and before you can say anything, your ears perk up at the sound of his now timid and quiet voice. “You remember me, right?”, honeyed eyes still not leaving yours.

Your brows furrow as you say “Who wouldn’t?”, your own voice fails you as it cracks helplessly, and suddenly, you feel young again. Yuuji stands and wordlessly wraps his arms around you, burying his beat up face into your hair. You reciprocate the gesture, breathing in the familiar scent of light citrus and a mix of something like fabric softener and sweat. Finally letting go, you smile slightly at each other before Yuuji clears his throat and says, “Well, uhm, how have you been?” and you know this is going to be the start of some ironically deep small talk. 

“Pretty great actually, yourself?” You ask, knowing damn well you stalk his account every other week. “Amazing” he replies with a broader smile, sitting back down on the bed. “Volleyball actually took me somewhere, can you believe it?” he says, breathing out quickly. “I can, you were insane back in highschool,” you say, already opening with where everything closed. “Plus, I’ve watched a good amount of your matches.” you add with a smile mirroring his own proud one. 

You see his eyes soften as he says “Good, that’s good.” a hint of longing present as he speaks. After a beat of silence you turn your attention to your clipboard and say “We can talk more in a minute, but we need to get you checked out.” you say with a little nod. “And, you’re my last patient for the night.” you add on with a grin. He returns your smile, and answers your next questions with intense focus and little teases.

11:57, exiting the room, Yuuji at your side, you say “Okay, my shift literally ends right now, let me turn in your clipboard and then we can head out. You head to the reception desk.” With dimming laughter, Itadori replies “Sure, just promise you’ll actually meet me outside?” he asks. “Promise” you assure before turning and walking away from him. Handing the charts to a regular E.R. worker, you turn your attention to the automatic sliding doors just in time to see someone with pink hair exit, alongside the taller man you now know as Todo. Smiling at the sight, you head up to your office space where you see Nobara sitting down, scrolling on her phone. 

Practically shaking her shoulders you say “Very important things are happening right now!” Now gathering your purse and personal items you say “Good things!” and quickly zip up your sweater. Nobara blinks in confusion and simply ends up saying “Debrief tomorrow?”, a smile growing on her face. You beam back at her and nod, rushing for the door and she yells after you, “Good luck!”

At hearing the whirr of the electric doors sliding open, Itadori picks up his head and turns to you. “Ready to go," he asks with a smile that manages to warm you despite the chilling weather. You reply with a simple “Always” as you start to walk down the night streets of the city, realization bursts in your chest that he’s back, and he’s right in front of you, and you’re going to do something about it.

[amorfista]

I have some news to share ^^

A few days ago I had a revelation while at work.

For over 8 years I've been a big fan of the Dark Souls franchise. The first Dark Souls felt to me like a journey; a full-on immersion into an incredibly complex world, marked by disparity: old royalty, splendor, trust, hope, magic, nostalgia, wonder, gold, light... but also decay, dread, betrayal, horrors, darkness, death, monsters, disease, anguish. This game left a deep print on me that hasn't faded. Ever since I played it, fantasy changed in my eyes. Dark Souls I, II and III became a standard, a reference point. Even when I didn't draw as much as I do now, I aspired to one day pay good tribute to the games that meant so much to me! And, of course, I created fan art, but I always felt like I could have given more.

Now. As you probably know I'm also a big Star Wars fan, specifically TCW fan. And a few months ago I watched The Bad Batch for the first time. This show left a print in a very similar way as Dark Souls had before. It fueled my inspiration significantly, motivated me and, most importantly, helped me form friendships that I'm incredibly grateful for ♥. So... the other day, while I listened to some Dark Souls music at work, I thought...

Why not combine my favorite show with my favorite videogame franchise?

So that's it guys. May I present to you:

-The Bad Batch: Dark Souls AU-

That's it! That's my brilliant idea! XD This is going to be a project, a BIG one. So I would like to briefly (i promise i tried) explain how it will affect my content, under the cut: (I'll also drop some older DS artwork at the bottom!)

TLDR: From now on I will focus on TBB DS AU as my main and basically sole project . Even if you didn't play DS, that's okay! I will make it people-who-didn't-play friendly, to ensure everyone enjoys the journey. However, if this isn't for you, it's okay to unfollow <3 -I would say that, since I came to tumblr this early summer, my "signature" drawings are the TBB beach episode ones. I have WIPs for this project but I've been feeling stuck for far too long, so I am going to put it on hold. In fact, I am going to put on hold virtually everything that I was planning on doing, with a few exceptions. This means that I will rarely draw anything outside this AU.

-I am CLOSING commissions. I found that they put a kind of pressure on me that doesn't feel too good, and, honestly, I'm lucky to say that I do not need the money at the moment. I'm still open to requests, though, so don't hesitate to send anything and I'll draw it if I feel like it :) I'll even try to set up a store at some point!

-The project will consist on three journeys, featuring the 6 members of the Bad Batch, and corresponding with the three Dark Souls games. Each of those journeys will, more or less faithfully, follow the events of EACH season of TBB, adapted of course to the universe of Dark Souls, AKA Dark Medieval Fantasy. This means that, until the third season of TBB is released, I won't make any DSIII-related drawings.

-The journeys are adapted to the universe, and thus, will follow the real player journey as faithfully as I can, staying within DS canon and allowing people who have played the games to enjoy my drawings. However,

-THE DRAWINGS WILL BE 100% NON-DS-PLAYER FRIENDLY. I know that my followers are not DS fans but TBB/TCW fans. I am NOT here just to please DS fans. I want TBB fans to enjoy this journey, without having to google meanings or go easter-egg hunt to understand what is happening. I will tell a story and you will only have to enjoy it.

-This is a project for myself. Both DS and TBB mean A LOT to me, and this idea had me vibrating with excitement. I am making this project to PAY TRIBUTE to two things I love. However that does not mean that I will neglect the very people who have motivated me to keep creating. I promise to still deliver my very best with every drawing.

Do not hesitate to unfollow if this isn't for you.

I can understand that some people might follow me only for my wholesome beach episode drawings or for regular, HC TBB content. And that's okay. That's what this announcement is for! To let you know. This community has given me so much and I want to give back. And if you do stay, I can almost 100% assure you that you will enjoy what's to come!! <3 It will be a long but satisfactory journey. I'LL BE POSTING THE FIRST DRAWINGS IN THE UPCOMING DAYS!

OKAY, SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT!!! 😖 Here are some older DS drawings ^^ (jesus I have way more than I thought and these aren't even all of them)

AIGHT. NOW YOU KNOW IT'S SOME SERIOUS SHIT WHEN I SAY I LIKE THESE GAMES.

Anyway. Including a taglist, because I think it would be unfair not to let you guys know about this project in case anyone wants out (or to not be tagged). Send me a DM if that's the case, it's NO PROBLEM!!! I wouldn't want to tag someone who doesn't want this content.

ALSO PLEASE, ANY QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE, TOSS THEM TO ME! And thank you kindly for making it this far <3

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[b4b3tte]

Thank you for answering my question earlier! I was wonder if I could get some headcanons for Dwight Manfredi from Tulsa King? And thank you😊

TULSA KING

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Some Head Canons of dating Dwight Manfredi!

Contains of — Physical touches, Dates, Love languages, Romantic atmosphere, etc. ♡

My note — Hii!! Tysm for this request, very much appreciated! Honestly I didn’t know what type of relationship you wanted with Dwight like lovers or friends so I picked lovers but if that isn’t what you wanted then please let me know I’ll be happy to change it! Otherwise thank you for requesting and reading!!⭐️

— Dwight can be sorta complicated, being in prison for over 20 years has definitely left him touch starved but he will always stick to his Old-School manners.

— Which leaves you like “ should I touch him or no “ but you notice that behind close doors he will insist physical contact, while in public he’ll tone it done a lot by just a kiss on your forehead and his hand on your waist once in awhile!

- it gets obvious that his love language is Touch & quality time together, As much as he loves holding you while you are on his chest, he also adores just being in a room together and reading without a word being said

- But again he loves having you hold his hand or show him any sign of physical affection although he won’t verbally admit it. Speaking of that, he can be stubborn and won’t admit when he likes certain things at least affection wise

- For a second let’s retract to the first head canon, His “ Old School Ways “ dating someone in their seventies is completely different than dating someone in their twenties, not that you mind but let’s look at those differences

- He is an absolute courteous man ( gentleman ) and will always pay attention to your needs and wants. He loves to be a man of his word so whatever he tells you or promises you, he will do it without a doubt

- He believes that you deserve the highest of treatment, He will always pull out your chair and push it back in when you’ve sat down, Open all the car doors and doors to places for you, Pay for almost every meal, give you massages whenever you are stressed or tired, Make you coffee or tea when you wake up and whatever else you can think of!

- damn he is setting the bar high for me 💀 anyways😓

- For date nights it will always be incredibly romantic and seem like something straight out of a romance novel. The most regular and common one you guys would have is a Fancy Candle Lit dinner at a high end restaurant with top notch service and food that always manages to amaze you

- Another one will be a lovely night at a small cozy book store somewhere near downtown it can just be you two reading for hours while drinking caffè latte or latte macchiatto with tunes of piano in the background

- Lastly it can be around the afternoon maybe sunset, you guys will have a picnic at a beach or park and have a couple of books with you, eat while reading , maybe talk about the plot/authors and after take a stroll on the beach or park after the lunch and just talk for hours until night

- he adores spending large amounts of money on you, he understands money might not be everything for you or isn’t as special as quality moments but he still wants you to have nice things wether it’s jewelry or the newest skincare products you know?

- Whatever you add to your shopping car, whatever you stare at longer than 5 seconds, Whatever you talk about, he will manage a way to buy it, he believes giving you whatever you want has no price and he sometimes takes it quite literally

- One time you were upset your favorite artists album sold out quickly and Dwight being Dwight he found a way to get one, one with a personal signature of the artist he says no harm done but that’s obviously a lie.

- Another time you were eyeing a new food item on your phone that looked delicious, you never spoke about it but Dwight being observant and sometimes not intentionally, he picked up on it, figured which restaurant had it, picked it up and surprised you with the meal!

- when you were ranting about your friends new Vivienne Westwood necklace he quickly searched up where and when he can get it as soon as possible and it didn’t take long for you to receive a fancy package outside your door

- He loves seeing your reactions to romantic dates or expensive gifts he randomly gives you or even the random acts of service he does for you but nothing beats it better then your smile in the morning when he asks you how did you sleep 🤍

Hii!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this I truly appreciate it!! Stay disciplined and be consistent do the hard work especially when you don't feel like it, love you🫶🤍

[c00kiesart]

Hey, I just wanna say I really like those mha ocs u made! The two girls and that one curly haired guy. Can we get more details on them? Anything u wanna say about them?

Oh yo?? Thanks for showing interest my man?? I’ll put it all under the cut so I don’t flood anyone’s screens

Let’s start off with my gal! cuki chokochi, she’s in the hero course at UA by the name “Precious pockets” and her quirk is, u guessed it, portal pockets! she can store basically anything inside ANY pocket/bag and be the only one to access it! She even knows how to sew to add more pockets, It can’t be organized for shit so she takes a while to find stuff but she is incredibly versatile on the field! she def keeps you on ur toes! But don’t fret normally she’s sweet as she is fluffy, And fun story actually, the reason why her design is kinda misleading is cuz the first quirk concept I had for her was a beast transformation quirk, but the idea was already taken by a canon character and thus had to be changed xD Izzy actually helped spark the pockets idea, I just liked the design too much to fully redo it. Her horns are unevenly grown and she’s a little insecure about her furry features but her friends reassure her she’s lovely way she is, she likes fairy kei/decora fashion but can’t wear too many layers due to her fur, and her favorite things are waffles and stars. she’s also dating iida, she helps him learn to relax.

Next up is my bestie @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves ‘s girl! Kokomo kiri. she’s in the support course and has a real knack for creating countless new support items/costumes. Her signature is brass knuckles lol and her quirk is nightmare noms, She can make nightmares reality just by eating them from her victims minds when asleep, thanks to her eyes she can visually see their dreams. They can even look different based on the contents of said dream. Once eaten, she can conjure up very convincing illusions and use all your senses against you, She’s a master at mimicry and can even make someone fall asleep just by making eye contact, it’s why I designed her eyes to be hypnotic swirls! basically nightmares are her fuel, but if she gets too backed up she vomits a black sludge that if touched can make one more prone to fear. It’s actually why her hands are permanently stained. She also suffers from insomnia, she’s an acquired taste for sure and she speaks very weirdly but she just loves in her own special way! Albeit she’s very crude and impulsive. And very blunt. with a super dark sense of humor too. But I promise she’s nice! She wears a beanie to hide her messy bed head and Her favorite things are banana bread and bats, she’s dating sato. And yes. He makes her banana bread whenever she wants.

And lastly but not LEAST we have our absolute LAD tomonari jishaku! Him and cuki are in the hero course together! He goes by the name “checkmate”. Cuki gives him confidence whilst kiri keeps him humble. By bullying him. but she loves the nerd, she really does. His quirk is magnet, he has metal protrusions on his chest and arms, with the left hand he pushes and with the right he pulls, he’s super skilled and trains hella hard but if he over uses it’s a lotta stress on his poor nerves. despite his very anxious and quite frankly pushover demeanor, when the time calls for it, he for sure can kick your ass. He just needs a little encouragement?? Don’t we all? He’s a huge video game nerd and he actually tends to avoid cursing, and conflict. his favorite things are pineapple pizza, pink lemonade and photography. He has pictures hung up everywhere and He’s dating tetsutetsu. They’re very homo gym bros

And all together this trio is called the creation crew, like how the big three call themselves. Well. The big three! These guys all create things in their own ways, pretty fitting team name if you ask me, And if you really read this far? I SUPER appreciate it! ✨

[riddle-me-ri]

Please I need more Secret six Hatter smut please!! Like...what the reader takes his hat during their fun time. Placing it on their head as they praise him more.... Listen he's so small and cute i need more lol!

A/N: asdfggh more s6 hatter? Hatter?? Of course I'm absolutely delighted to oblige. I sorta changed the prompt a wee bit so that it'd be more in character and sorta drive a plot I had mulling in my head, so I hope you don't mind but Reader does get his hat in the end I promise lol also…I literally re-wrote this story like…three times and it still feels kinda meh to me, BUT I wanted to get it finished cause I was super excited for the prompt, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content (gn intercourse), clothes kink? Jervis is turned on by you wearing his hat..so yes? , heavy touching, and making out.

Word Count: 2.7 k (...sorry)

Secret Six Mad Hatter x Reader - If The Hat Fits

The Six had an off day, sort of. A recon mission went south and now the team has to lay low for awhile at the hideout. 

Originally, the idea would make you cringe about staying weeks with this selfish, and reckless crowd…

Until you felt a hand pat your lower back. A familiar warm gloved hand. 

You looked down to see none other than Jervis carefully holding a teacup full of tea on its designated saucer. A wide cheeky grin worn proudly on his face.

"It appears we will be staying in for a bit." He smiled as you graciously took the cup like you always did. "However, I won't mind if it means being with you, I'll admit." 

You smiled back sweetly after you took a sip. It was just the way you liked it. As always. 

"I couldn't agree more, your company will definitely make it easier." 

Jervis rocked on his heels excitedly, giddy like a schoolboy. You wondered if he ever felt this excited during his actual schoolboy days. Judging by what you know, it was unlikely. 

"Oohh, my dear, I would be most gratuitous if you could visit my room! I must show you my new hats you see! But only you and me, just the two of us!" 

Of course, you couldn't say no…

~

You have managed slowly but surely to find yourself a welcomed guest to Jervis' never ending tea parties. There was always a seat for you and a fresh warm cup of team waiting for you. You engaged with him willingly, and with enthusiasm, unlike the others that just dealt with him out of necessity.

As you sat on the edge of Jervis' rickety twin mattress, you had another cup of tea, but this time accompanied by a small pastry. Again your favorite. Cheesy as it was, the fact he remembered such things made your heart flutter. 

Your smile widened and brightened with every new little piece of headgear he unveiled. Every now and then, he prompted you to try it on. His eyes seemed to twinkle and his smile turned into a giddy grin whenever you wore one of his hats. 

However, there was one piece that you were particularly interested in and it's the one he always wore. You always heard mutterings from him about how precious his hat was, how it was his true friend, his only friend.

Never in your life did you think you'd be envious of an accessory but here you are. It made sense, you knew the cause. All the more reason to tread lightly if you ever wish to bring it up.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, Jervis. I'm always excited to know what you're up to." You leaned in and gave him a small peck on his cheek. 

Small kisses were all you two have exchanged at this point. He'd sometimes kiss the back of your hand and as a sign of gratitude you'd kiss his cheek for something. The way his cheeks dusted pink and his Cheshire cat-like grin stretches from ear to ear, you've never seen a more adorable face.

Much like the one he has now as he chuckles softly. He takes a seat beside you and sips comfortably on his own tea as you two enjoy the comfortable silence.

Until a thought comes into your mind as you stole glances at his signature top hat.

"Hey, Jervis…may I ask you something? I've been kind of curious about it for a while…" 

"Hmm?" Immediately he perked up his head and his bright eyes twinkled as he listened earnestly. 

"Umm, you would…consider us friends right?" 

Jervis titled his head a little. "Why…yes…that would appear to be the case, yes." He nodded as he became satisfied with his own answer. 

You nodded, at least that was confirmed. "And what does…umm..what does your hat think? I know how much it means to you.."

Jervis' eyes widened, blinking, speechless. 

No one ever asked him about his hat, his friend, unless it's to explain why it's his friend. But to actually inquire how it feels? To, to recognize its importance to him?

Oh, but it's so fitting, he expects no less from you. You always understood. So kind, grateful, and charming in your special way. Of course you would be the first to ask, you were the first to actually treat him as more than just a teammate you had to learn to share a space with. 

"I-I'm sorry…I, maybe I shouldn't have asked."

Jervis was so lost in his thoughts he completely forgot your question at hand. He's quick to shake his head, set down his cup and rest his hands above yours on your lap. 

"Oh, no, no, not at all, at all. I was just…no one has ever asked that…let alone think to ask it! Oh, but you did! You did!" 

His hands squeezed yours in excitement. "As for your inquiry…" Jervis reached up and pinched the folded sides of his hat, almost as if to wake it up to give him a response. You barely noticed his rather large buck teeth slightly pinching in his lower lip. 

Jervis chortled slightly to himself before looking back up at you. “It-It…likes you,” he chuckled inwardly some more. “Yes, almost adoringly so, but that’s to be expected you know. You’ve always been so kind to me.” 

You don’t want to admit the weight that immediately lifted from your mind and chest. You were glad the ha-his friend recognized you and your efforts to getting closer to the team’s secret weapon wasn’t in vain.

You smiled gleeful at him. “I’m glad to hear that, relieved even…I’ll always be kind to you, Jervis.” 

Jervis gasped softly, he already knew this to be true, your actions spoke loudly and fondly in his memories. 

You were ecstatic with how things were going. Riding the wave of progress and positive confirmations, you decided to try your luck at your next thought. 

“Could, I perhaps, if…you and your hat are comfortable with it, of course. Umm, could I touch it…and try it on? I’ve always wondered…” 

Jervis grinned, kicking his feet that dangled off the bedside. “Curiouser and curiouser, you are, I see.” 

He reached up once more to touch his top hat. He rubbed the tip of his fingers along the edges of it, tapped along the tall sides. Once again, asking, coaxing it to make sure it was comfortable. Jervis gave you a smile as he promptly plucked the hat off his head and handed it to you gently, like an antique teapot. 

You were honestly shocked. 

Just as carefully as he handed it to you, you let it lay on the palm of your hands. No surprise that it smelled like Jervis, teabags and lingering flavored smoke of some kind. It was heavier than you thought, but perhaps it had to be sturdy from Jervis’ every day use. 

You gently caressed the sides with your fingers, enjoying this privilege you weren’t sure you were ever going to get. 

Finally, the moment of truth. You lifted up the headwear and placed it promptly on your head. Your scalp was instantly warm and you felt a little taller even while sitting. 

You supposed this must be what it’s like when partners wear each others clothes, it’s like a new level of intimacy and trust with that special someone. Your heart swelled that you were able to get this far with Jervis. 

“Well,” you chuckled. “How do I look?” You turned to face him. “Jervis?”

The man was absolutely speechless. His eyes were widened like saucers, he was breathing heavier than before, with his lower jaw hung open. Like he’d seen an apparition or some ethereal being. 

“Jervis?” You snapped your fingers. Motionless. 

He was looking at you, scarcely blinking, only when it was necessary. 

“Jervis? A-Are you okay?” You placed your hands on his shoulders and gave him a soft shake. 

The motion seemed to rattle his brain back to life, as he shook his head and finally gulped some air. He instantly grabbed your hands from off his shoulders and held them to his heart. You could practically feel it about to beat through his suit. 

“Oh, oh my, oh my, oh dear, oh dear…oh my dear, you-you look radiant! Marvelous! Stunning, even!” 

You could no longer tell if his heart was beating faster or if it was just him vibrating from every part of his body. He was practically enthralled with you, he began scooting closer to your side. Your face flushed as you two were arm to arm and your faces were centimeters apart. 

Well, everything else has been going way better than planned. 

You managed to free your hands from his clasp and framed his face. Jervis seemed to catch on because before you knew it your lips met his chapped ones. The kiss was only broken due to Jervis’ delightful chuckles causing your lips to tickle and for you to giggle. 

As you caught your breath, you thanked him for the opportunity and was about to return the hat to him, but he stopped you. 

“Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you…kiss me once more?" 

Of course, you couldn't say no.

You passionately kissed him once more, determined to not get the excited giggles again. After a few minutes, you were able to gently slide your tongue into his mouth. You experimentally dragged your tongue along the bottom of his buck teeth, before diving in further to meet his own tongue. 

What was once a fit of the giggles were now stifled whimpers. Which shouldn’t have excited you as much as they did. You brought your hands down from his face and to his chest, you methodically began playing with the buttons on his green dress shirt. 

You pulled away slowly, you asked Jervis in a whisper, “is this all right, Jervis?”

Jervis nodded, enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, my dear! Please…please don’t stop…”

You wouldn’t dream of doing that. 

You got the rest of his buttons unbuttoned and almost instinctively Jervis shucked off his shirt and bowtie and quickly made work of his pants. You often admired how comfortable he was in his own skin to just bare it all without a second thought. 

As you began removing your clothes, there was a weight shift on your head. During the passionate moment you've almost completely forgotten his hat. 

You set it down on the bed gently so you can quickly discard your own clothes. When you look over your shoulder, you already see Jervis lying on the bed, with his head nestled in a pillow, waiting expectantly for you to join him. 

You pick up the hat that’s by your side, unsure what Jervis would want you to do with it. You decided to promptly put it back on, comfortably, like after just this past few minutes it’s a part of you like it’s a part of Jervis. 

As you slowly, seducingly crawled on top of Jervis, careful to keep the hat steady on your scalp. You noticed that familiar twinkle in his eyes, but it was brighter and bigger than usual. His smile was so wide it took up half of his face. His adorably scrunkly face that you loved. 

You snuggled your body closer to his, making yourself comfortable on top of his smaller physique without resting your whole weight. You leaned your lips into his and he returned the kiss fullheartedly. You also began lovingly caressing any and all skin on his body. Delicately, waking up gooseflesh all along his body. 

It didn’t take long for you to feel something pressed up hard against your groin. Jervis moaned instantly into your lips as you begin slowly pumping his cock. 

“P-P-Please…d-don’t tease me…I need you, please..” 

Of course, you couldn’t say no. 

After giving him a sweet confirmation kiss, you leaned over to the dresser that had some drawers open and some broken off it’s track. You took the chance on the high probablity that he had lube, which he had sure enough. 

You lifted off of him and rest your weight on your shins. You applied some to your fingers and lubricated your entrance and generously coated Jervis’ member. 

You balanced yourself just above his cock, your hand holding it making sure it makes it’s way into you. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him. The intrusion was tight but you steadily got him all the way in. 

All the while ensuring the hat doesn’t fall off your head. You kept a hand on the hat, holding it steady as you let yourselves adjust to the new position. 

You let your hands rest of Jervis’ chest as you began lifting yourself off of him, leaving the head inside of you, before slowly falling back down onto him. As you fastened the pace, you tried to not think of how ridiculous you probably look with one hand on Jervis’ chest and another grasping the brim of his hat to keep it on. I guess that’s where the position got its name from. 

The growing delicious friction and the downright feral noises Jervis was producing had you panting and moaning his name. You gasped whenever he humped deeper into you every time you pushed yourself back down on him.

Your legs started tingling from the strain and growing tension of your nerves as your climax was growing closer and closer. Your entrance practically choked Jervis’ cock, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll back. 

You leaned back while you continued to pump faster than before on top of him. You were panting, racing to to that point of ecstasy. You could Jervis was close as well. His cock twitched inside you and his groans turned into almost growls. 

Between your sweet gestures from earlier, topped off with you wearing his most precious possession and friend…it made sense that Jervis reached his peak first. The pressure of him cumming inside of you along with a final strong twitch, you were quick to ride the waves of your own climax. 

You body shuddered, limbs shaking with pleasing electricity as your nerves finally became unbound. Reluctantly, you propped yourself off of Jervis which caused you both to gasp from the loss connection. 

Before you rolled over to the opposite side of the bed that Jervis didn’t occupy, you gently placed his hat down on the nightstand beside him. 

You plopped down, breathing deeply, doing what you can to catch your breath and let your brain catch up to what just happened. 

Meanwhile, Jervis was in absolute bliss.

For the first time, he can say that not only did he enjoy the rush of the high but also equally appreciate the sweet serenity of the afterglow. 

From the amount of genuine affection you showed him with your kisses, words, and touches…All the while looking absolutely divine with his hat. Not once did he have to hypnotize you or anything, you meant every word and action…

You were like unlike any drug he’s ever had and more exciting than any high he’s even ridden. And he knows cause he has tried most of them. 

It makes Jervis chuckle to think about, but he has no doubt you’ve somehow hypnotized him. You have him wrapped around your finger. For the first time in his life, he didn’t just find a friend, but he found a romantic partner, something he doubted he’d truly find moreso than a friend. 

“My, my how the time has flown by,” Jervis sighed as he looked outside the window. Indeed it had already grown dark and the waxing moon was covered by some stray clouds. 

You giggled, before leaning the side of your face against his. “Time always flies when I’m with you, Jervis.” You kissed his red face that was slowly returning to it’s original color. 

Jervis chuckled gleefully. He truly thinks in that moment he could become addicted to your kisses if he wasn’t already. 

He looks into your eyes, his eyelids heavy as he started getting sleepy. “W-Will you…won’t you…” he yawned and you had to suppress a snicker. “Please…stay the night?”

Of course, you couldn’t say no.

[sinsandsuccubus]

Our Future

Hey everyone, long time no see.

I’ve been putting this off for a while now, however, I believe I owe you guys some sort of response/update.

I’m gonna be honest. I’ve lost interest in Jack Harlow. Yes, his music is great, yes he’s attractive, however, I’m just not into writing for him anymore. Or writing at all.

As some of you may know, I am well known for my smuts. I get a lot of asks for them, and a lot of comments on how good they are. However, my sexuality prohibits whether I write or not, and recently is has to the extreme. A while back I made a post explaining my sexuality and how it affects me daily, which I will link here. I’m not going to go into details, as you can read the post, but basically sometimes I feel romantic, sometimes I don’t. The same thing goes with for the concept of intimacy. And because of this, I can’t write unless I’m in the mood, which is becoming a few and far in between.

At this point, I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve received a lot of suggestions, however, when I go to put forth the effort, it just isn’t there; which can been kind of seen with my one sentence requests.

I don’t want to say I’ll be back to writing, because 9 times out of 10, I won’t. However, I also don’t want to say I’m leaving, because I don’t think I am. I just have no motivation to write at the moment. Will that change in the future, maybe? I don’t know just yet.

With that being said, I’d like to apologize, to the asks I’ve received and never answered, to the stories I’ve promised and never completed, to those of you who are waiting for me - I am deeply sorry. I’m just not feeling it anymore.

I’ve also noticed that the Jack Harlow tumblr presence is now dead. No one is really active on here; and part of me wants to come back and change that, but the other part of me wants to just leave it.

I do want to give thanks to all of the people who I’ve made friendships with, you know who you are. I’d also like to thank all of you, who have showed interest in me in my page, I’m grateful for every single one of you.

To keep things short, and to give some reassurance - I will no longer be on tumblr as frequent as I was before. I haven’t decided if I wanted to stay, nor decided if I want to go, so it’s really up in the air. Please do not expect posts, as I don’t want to leave you hanging mid-air. However, please be assured that my page will be up. I will not take down this page unless stated so in the future, but as of right now, I’m not taking it down anytime soon.

I will be pinning this post, so underneath my signature theres a link to my navigation, as well as a few others.

I love you all, and thank you so much for sticking with me this long.

- Luna 🌙

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[whowantslovergirl]

Scotty doesn’t know

Fred Weasley x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: kissing, cursing,lowkey smut 😱, not going to say minors DNI bc ik yall going to read it anyway, blasphemy only once, Scotty is an ASS in this, he is also in Ravenclaw 💙, cheating, modern au so regular high school, fiona = Y/N, cursing, very suggestive lyrics, fighting, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 ^ <——— this means start the song 💋 harry potter masterlist

Summary: Y/N cheating on her boyfriend Scotty with the schools prankster

posted: April 21,2023

Scotty and Y/N look like the perfect couple. They literally won ‘best couple’ in the yearbook. Everyone thought that they were perfect for each other .

But no one knew what actually went on behind closed doors.

Scotty is toxic as fuck.

Always asked where are you going.

“Where the hell are you going at 8:00?”

Made you change if he wasn’t comfortable with what you were wearing.

“Isn’t guys going to be there? You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”

Always interrogated your friends.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?”

All your friends tell you that he’s an insecure fuck but you never listen.

You tried to break up with him several times but he always played the ‘I’ll be better’ card and you fell for it.

Every single time.

You fell out of love a long time ago.

So you just found a side. And that ‘side’ was

Fred fucking Weasley. ^

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

Scotty was walking around school looking for you.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

He finally found you and ran up to you. “Hey Y/N!” You turn around and before you can respond Scotty’s lips are already on you. He pulled away and it took everything in your power to not wipe your lips. “Hey babe!” You can not believe how fake you sounded. “Hey! So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out Sunday?” You pretended to have fake sadness. “Scotty you know I have church every Sunday.”

“Oh yeah! My bad baby, I forgot.” You just shook your head. “It’s fine. We can hang out Saturday if you want.” He nodded and kissed you again and walked off.

Little does he know.

_____

“Oh fuck. Right there darling. Keep going just like that.” He threw his head back into the seat. You smiled knowing that you were the reason he has this reaction. You grab his balls firmly and he moans even louder.

Thank god you guys are in an empty parking lot.

You can feel him about to cum. You go even faster if that’s possible, he finally burst in your mouth. You swallowed and went up to kiss him and he tasted himself. He moaned into your mouth. He finally pulled away and put his jeans back on.

“So how long until ‘church’ is over darling?” He asked putting air quotes on church. You gave a small laugh. “One more hour.” You say biting your lip. He gave his signature smirk. “Well let’s go pray.” He took your hand to the back of the car.

You probably traumatized the little kids who were walking by to see a shaking car.

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“Scotty doesn’t know!” Fred’s twin exclaimed. “Why would he know dumbass?” George just shrugged. He sneaked a glance at you from across the cafeteria. You winked and went to the bathroom. Fred and George saw this. “Well that’s my cue. Bye Georgie.”

“You’re disgusting!”

Fiona says she's out shopping

But she's under me

And I'm not stopping

“Sorry I’m going shopping later. I need clothes for this trip I’m taking sorry baby.” Scotty asked you if you wanted hang out later and you obviously can’t since you promised a certain ginger that you can hang out tonight.

“You’ve been really busy lately.” Scotty said with a questioning tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing it’s just that if you don’t wanna hang out just say that don’t make bullshit excuses.” You don’t even want to talk about this right now.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. I gotta go bye Scotty.”

“Bye Y/N”

_____

Your nails scratched his back, him moaning even louder.

Very convinced that he has a pain kink.

“Oh my god Fred!”

“You feel so good darling.” He throws his head back and you arch your back.

“I’m so close, go faster Freddie.” You whisper as he puts his head in your shoulder.

And he went faster.

You feel the knot in you burst and you can feel his warmth inside you. He slips out with a soft hiss.

You turn on your side. He’s so beautiful, all sweaty and tired. His hair slightly covering his forehead.

“You’re so pretty Freddie.” He smiled and turns on his side. His hand goes to your face, taking your hair out of your face.

“Thank you but you’re much more pretty darling.”

You smile and silence fills the air.

“Break up with him”

Oh shit.

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Don't tell Scotty

You’re in class and you can see Fred in the corner writing something and sending it your way.

“Y/N here. It’s from Fred.”

Scotty heard that.

“Why is Fred Weasley sending you notes?” He whispered yelled from next you. You just shrug.

You’re so getting him for this.

You raise your hand.

“Yes Ms. L/N?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Professor Snape nods and you rush to the bathroom.

_____

You read the note.

‘Meet at the courtyard at 10:30.

-Freddie ;)’

You smile and go back to class.

_____

“Hey Freddie.” He turns around and a smile coats his face. His dimples showing.

“Hey darling, about the thing I said, I meant it. I can treat you way better than he can. Just leave him please.

You feel really bad about what you’re going to say.

“I can’t Fred. I just can’t. Let’s just continue what we’re doing okay?”

It’s not that you don’t believe Fred it’s just that you don’t how Scotty is going to react if he finds out you’ve been fucking someone behind his back for a whole year.

You can tell he is heartbroken that you wanna continue this but he does nod sadly because he wants you to be happy.

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

You grab the headboard to stop you from falling face first into the bed. You don’t know who got Fred so angry but you want angry more often.

Then your phone started to ring.

“Oh my god! It’s Scotty! Fred stop.”

He kept going.

“Answer the phone darling just be quiet.”

Fiona's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

“Hey Baby!” You bite your lip trying not to moan. “Hey Scotty! Not to be mean but why are you calling?!”

“Why do you sound like that?” Fred stifled a laugh thinking this shit was funny. You look back and he’s biting back a laugh.

“Scotty I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Ok baby call me when you’re done I. love you.”

“Uh huh yea bye.”

Scotty obviously thought your behavior was weird and he was definitely confronting you about it tomorrow.

You don’t care, you’re getting your back blown by someone who can actually make you cum.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

You’re in the courtyard with Angelina. You obviously knew Fred’s and Angie’s history but he always assured you that you were the only one.

As you were talking you see in the corner of your eye Scotty is speed walking towards you two.

“Hey Scotty. What’s wrong?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You grab his hand and walked to an empty classroom. You didn’t even have time to close the door.

“Are you fucking Fred Weasley Y/N?!” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?!”

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“What got you to that bullshit conclusion?!” Even if it is true you’re still shocked that he would accuse you of this.

“The notes? And don’t think I don’t see you two eye fucking each other every chance you get!”

Even though he treats you like shit. You’re surprised that he is so effected by this.

“Just tell me now Y/N. How long?”

You stay silent. You roll your eyes.

“We never did anything Scotty!”

“Is that what you were doing when I called you the other day? You were getting fucked! It was a three way call! Wow Y/N I thought you were better than this!”

“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of such bullshit! I would never do that to you. We’ve been dating for almost three years and you think I would throw all that shit away!”

He just stayed there. Then walked out pushing your shoulder in the process.

You had a feeling shit was going to hit the fan.

We'll put on a show

Everyone will go

“Weasley!” Scotty yelled.

Fred was walking with George when he heard his name. He turned around to see a pissed off Scotty aka your boyfriend.

Oh shit.

“Yes Scotty?”

“Are you fucking my girl?”

He put a pretend confused look on his face.

“And why would I do that?” He had a condescending tone. With a smile on his face.

“I don’t care for your tone Weasley and I know your bitch ass fucked her!” He pushed him so hard Fred almost fell down.

You walked to where the yelling was coming from and see a small crowd around Scotty and Fred.

Everyone can see in Fred’s face that he wanted to beat his ass but he saw you so he didn’t.

Just walked away.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“Why didn’t you punch him Freddie?” You were in his dorm. You were laying on his chest and he was drawing shapes on your back. You love the moments when it’s no sex just love and admiration for each other.

“I just saw your face and I didn’t want you to see me differently. You never saw me angry let alone fight anyone and I didn’t want to change your view of me.” You smile at his mini confession that he cares about what you think of him.

“Ok just know nothing will change how I feel about you Freddie.”

“Me too darling.”

The parkin' lot, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

“Oh god, keep going like that darling.” You throw your head back and arch your back. He starts to suck on your nipple, switching every now and then.

This made you stutter your hips.

“Fuck Freddie!” You came all over him. He went two seconds after.

“God! it’s so cool when you’re on top.” You just laugh.

His front lawn in the snow

Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

You had no idea how you were swayed into fucking on Scotty’s front lawn during Christmas break.

“Fred if he walks out we’re dead.” He shushed you and kept going.

“He deserves this anyway Y/N.”

I did her on his birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Scotty

Happy birthday to you

Everyone in the courtyard turned to your singing. Which isn’t that bad. Tolerable.

“Happy Birthday Scotty!” You yelled with several presents in your hands.

You might hate the guy but everyone deserves presents on their birthday.

“Thank you baby.” He gave you a peck.

Fred saw this bullshit and walked out the courtyard.

_____

“Fred we can’t do this on his birthday! That’s like having sex at a funeral!” You whispered yelled as he tried to unbutton your blouse. You two were in a storage closet together. Nothing but a little light on.

“Come on please?” He has that one look that always made you fold on his face.

“Ok.” He smiled and went to his knees.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“So are y’all ever planning on telling him?” Fred turned to George. “Only if she wants too.”

“I don’t know how y’all do it. Especially you, I mean you had a major crush on her ever since they got together.”

“Ok Georgie you don’t have to say all that.”

Little did they know you were right behind the door.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty will know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty's gotta know

“I mean he already had speculations about you two. But I don’t think he would like that you confirmed his speculations Freddie.” Fred asked George if it’s a good idea to tell Scotty without your permission.

Which is bad but he really wanted this sneaking around shit to be over.

I'm gonna tell Scotty

Gonna tell him myself

“Ima tell him. I don’t care I’m tired of this shit.”

“Wait Fred that’s not a good ide-!”

Fred was already out the door.

_____

“Hey Scotty!”

He turned around and had a ‘the fuck are doing here?’ look.

“I just wanted to-.” He stopped himself, thinking of how you would react and he didn’t want you upset.

“What Weasley?”

“Nothing just you shouldn’t accuse people of shit if you don’t have any evidence.”

Fuck.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“You didn’t tell him?! What happened to ‘i don’t care I’m tired of this shit’ .

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t sound like that. I just thought about the consequences and didn’t do it.”

“I can not believe that Fred Weasley is whipped. Pussy whipped at that!”

“Shut up George!”

Scotty has to

Scotty has to

Scotty has to go

“Hey darling. What’s up?”

You knocked on his door and started crying.

“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“I wanna be with you Freddie.”

He felt the whole world stop. You want him not Scotty. This is the happiest day of his life.

“I didn’t do it yet but Scotty has to go.”

He loves you.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

Today is the day you are going to break up with Scotty for good this time.

You all around the school for him and finally see him talking with his friends.

“Hey Scotty! Can we talk?”

He nodded skeptically and you took his hand to an empty classroom.

“We need to break up.”

“What the fuck?!”

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“I need to put me first you know? And you can’t do any bullshit excuses or the gifts. Nothing! I mean nothing will get me back to you ok? So bye and we can’t be friends after this.” You just left him speechless.

You feel so fucking free.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty’s gotta go!

“Freddie I did it! I broke up with him! I can be with you now!” You were jumping up and down in his room. He just has the most ecstatic smile on his face. He grabbed you and smashed his lips on yours.

What a fucked up love story.

That is so bad! So bad

An: hope y’all enjoy this 😍😍 this was a long one and I love it sooo until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: pope and Maybank reader)

[klanced]

im sorry for the non-voltron related question, but im curious !! who are your favorites from genshin impact & honkai star rail???

Genshin faves:

Kazuha was a mainstay on my team for like a solid two years but then Sumeru came out and I became a dendro main 💔 last year’s summer island event had me in my feelings so deeply, you have no idea

I think Alhaitham is one of the funniest characters ever. I love characters who would piss me off if they were real. Probably my best built character even though I use Harbinger of Dawn on him

Kaveh. I’m sorry I’m not immune to babygirl Kaveh propaganda 💔 they’re doing crazy things to this guy’s ****** on Twitter. I don’t actually use Kaveh though because I’m terrible at bloom comp

Honestly I love all of the Sumeru characters so so so much the 3.0-3.2 story was just so damn good. I am obsessed with the Tighnari&Collei&Cyno found family dynamic. I honestly don’t care about Fontaine LMAO I want to stay in Sumeru

Right now my main team is Zhongli (shield) Alhaitham (main DPS) Nahida (sub-Dendro) Raiden Shogun (E bot).

Star Rail faves:

SR is still pretty new so my favorite characters are basically the ones that I like using the most.

Jing Yuan is my best built character. The amount of time I spent on relic farming ohmygod. I also have his signature weapon 😎 one day I would like to e1 him. Story wise I think he’s a really funny character and I also love his English voice actor so much

I think Asta is such a funny character and she has managed to surprise me a couple of times in some of the space station star quest. Also she is just so damn useful as a support character and I need to build her more

I’m obsessed with the Blade & Dan Heng dynamic. I haven’t started the latest story quest yet so no spoilers plsss. I pulled Blade on the first day of his banner but I have 0 resources for him so he hits like a wet napkin rn but that’s okay baby take your time. I’m now saving up to hopefully get Dan Heng IL 🤞🏼🤞🏼

So far I’ve had pretty good luck on my pulls ❤️❤️ I got I think Gepard? i forgor exactly when I tried pulling for Seele but I was able to get JY pretty early on and I won the 50/50 for LC and Blade 💯💯 god I hope I get IL. no I have no idea what team to put him in

Obviously my team changes around a lot depending on the enemy weakness but generally I run Clara/Gepard, Jing Yuan as main DPS, Luocha as healer, Asta as support

Looking at these lists… guys I promise I’m a lesbian

[zumazozuma]

Changed my username from fmaot to zumazozuma (as you can see)

I've been so hyperfixated on lingfan that it felt like I was making false promises with my username lmao

I'm also obsessed with Japan and I've been learning the language for over two years now, so I based my username on the language and my signature!

Inazuma, shinzō, smile (sumairu)

Feels like a new haircut fr!

While I'm at it, guys feel free to send me requests! I love drawing prompts!!

Thank you to my slowly growing list of followers, it's nice to have you all here! 🤩

Here's to the next lingfan post lmao, free of expectations!