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alexxncl · 1 month

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 46 SPOILERS‼️

i'll probaboy be moving my baby sister into college when this queues up 🥲 sob sob

slight lesson 76 spoilers

we love to see more of a lighthearted lesson

ah yes, siblings 🫶🏽 levi is me, i am levi

i also love the fact that luci, mams, levi, and simeon are all working together to help mammon

it's clear how much they all adore him even if they're shitheads sometimes (read: most of the time)

anyone else having war flashbacks to cocytus? no? just me? kay.

see now they're just making up words bc what are we talking about 😭 also love how they didn't bother to make a 2D CG picture for it bc it's never gonna be mentioned in another lesson after this point

...i'd have to kms

imagine every step you take leads to a blood curdling scream...everybody's dying idc

"dear, sweet henry 1.0" my ASS

homeboy didn't even remember you when y'all were trapped in that made and had to get charmed by asmo 😭

...unless that was his way of telling levi to make new friends, just like the way he left levi in the anime bc levi had no friends outside of henry

but i also wanna see the full extent of mammon's power 🧍🏾 the devs need to stop giving us cut scenes every time my man steps up to fight a monster

that's hilarious actually

imagine some lower level demon actually ended up getting eaten bc they couldn't beat the monsters and the "research" was all in vain

leave it to me to read too far into things 🤞🏽

example x of mammon being lucifer's favorite and most trusted brother

regardless of how dumb mammon thinks a task is, he'll do his best to get it done as perfectly as possible if it means keeping up a good image for lucifer or making lucifer happy. lucifer knows this despite rarely, if ever, admitting it to himself, mammon, or anyone else, and that's why he trusts mammon with serious shit when the situation calls for it

granted, the speech mammon is giving probably wasn't orchestrated by lucifer, but the way it goes still reflects on him and diavolo, and mammon knows better than to make his big brother and the future demon king look bad in front of who knows how many people

MAMMON SIMPS HOW WE FEELING????

they absolutely would've fucked backstage if he wasn't up next for his speech /srs

they fucked in the back of class and they'd do it again BOP BOP

also mammon's speech being "get off your lazy asses and go touch grass" was easily the best idol about this lesson. 10/10 writing

about the first screenshot, why is nobody in-game verbally commenting on simeon wearing his angelic clothes ??? didn't he stop wearing them as soon as he fell from grace in the og timeline ?????

or maybe this is a result of too many time soup shenanigans. maybe his body can't tell if he's human or still an angel

but it's clear that everyone's noticed something's off with simeon even if they haven't said anything to him verbally, which is why luke was so hellbent on mc asking simeon if he was okay. but nobody's outright saying anything bc this mf will deny any and every concern thrown at him with a smile on his face. he won't even tell mc what's going on, so lucifer had to step in

ending the hard bonus chapter like this was VILE but in the best way possible

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #simeon obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #leviathan obey me #lucifer obey me #luke obey me

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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💙💙I AWAKE FROM THE DEAD// I saw you were mainly doing MTMTE so here :)) ||

GN reader with trailcutter, skids, swerve, Megatron and roddy [separate] [headcannons], them reacting to reader flirting with them? fluff, crack do whatever I need my Teebs bro,got me feeling empty 😭😭

achoo see you next year prob idk, happy times💙💙

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn human reader

　　　　『　trailcutter ,, swerve ,, megatron ,, rodimus ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> bots reaction to reader flirting w/ em 🫣

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— yep ! see ya next year ! :D i mean ,, it will be next year when this is posted 💀 but i am writing it on dec.30 rn 🫣 ughh teebs 😞😞 i just got the part where he dies im so heartbroken ,, my mans ,, 😭😭😭 he didnt deserve alla that ,, smh ,, but tysm for requesting 😏 tbh i might not actually be online for this to be posted ,, bc this is in my queue along with many other things to be posted later 🫣 so theres a little update for not having links updated in the second masterlist 🕺

trailcutter ::

• he’d be quite flustered ,, not sure what to say not only because he was most likely super drunk but also surprised you were flirting with him

• any time you compliment him for something ,, his fans will kick on immediately ,, and whenever you’re not around some mechs might coo at him and make smoochy noises ,, mainly whirl

• he may try to return the compliments ,, though he’ll end up tripping over his words and end up more flustered if you say something about it

• primus help this man ,, hes just ,, stuck dealing with these flirty lines and little compliments whenever you decide to just drop them outta nowhere ,, swerve swears that one day he’ll combust if he has to see this sappy romance continue on for any longer !

swerve ::

• he might brush it off as a joke ,, or a dare if anything ,, because why of all people would you flirt with him ? swerve ? the annoyingly loud mech who doesnt shut up ?

• of course you’d have to reassure him that it isnt a dare ,, or just you trying to get something out of him ,, but that you generally like him

• he’ll malfunction right then and there and then ratchet will have to deal with another bot ,, poor ratchet 😞

• he may try to return any compliment with a horrible pick up line ,, but end up think you’re laughing at him and not the worst pick up line ever to be heard in the universe

megatron ::

• megs would be ,, confused but also flustered ,, because have you not seen him ? dont you know of the things he’s done ? hes megatron ! a feared bot throughout many parts of the universe ,, known to kill humans

• and yet here you are ,, sitting beside him as you read his poetry that you somehow persuaded him to show you with your little secret magic hypnosis ,, and now youre calling him cute

• he’d scoff ,, say that he wasnt cute in his mind ,, but not mutter a single word out loud

• he wouldnt know what to do ,, and instead just sit there in silence and listen to your attempts to flirt with the mech

rodimus ::

• he’d return it immediately ,, but with horrible compliments and pick up lines

• one time he said “ nice shoelace “ after you said he looked stunning with the new paint job after his recent mishap on another planet ,, and he keeps thinking back on it to this day ,, wondering why he said shoelace ,, like he even knows what a shoelace is 🙄

• ultra magnus would be so done with you two ,, because roddy would decide to start flirting with you during the meeting and despite you not returning any remarks or even acknowledging you even heard him ,, the mech continues

• even after megs passive aggressively told him to “ stop with the nonsense “ he only continued ,, only 10x worse this time

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underoossss · 11 months

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I saw you say you wanted some Halloween requests 😊 what about a Steve and girlfriend going to a haunted house and the reader is nervous about it and of course Steve tells her he's there to protect her and in the end Steve ends up jumping a few times and reader teases him about it.

thank you for requesting this, it was so fun to write! (I’m writing this again though bc it got deleted :( ) anyway boyfriend Steve is so wonderful and dreamy I hope you enjoy!

“It’s probably not that scary.” Steve says from where he stands next to you, his arm around your shoulder to help you fend off the chilly October afternoon.

The two of you stand in front of the haunted house, the main attraction of the Halloween fair, wondering if you should go in or not. Well, you are the one wondering if you should, Steve is confident there’s nothing to be scared of. Your friends already went in, leaving with laughter and many comments about the jumpscares inside. Yet your stomach turns at the idea of going in; you’re also itching to know what's it like inside.

“Eddie said we’re going to shit our pants.” You turn in your spot to face Steve, wrapping your arms around his waist as you look up at him. “You think he was just trying to scare us?”

“Everyone tried to scare us.” Steve chuckles bringing one of his hands to cup your cheek as he leans down. His lips brush yours softly, the tip of his nose as cold as yours when they brush together. When you open your eyes again, his are staring at you fondly.

“What was that for?” You smile at him.

“You look so pretty all bundled up.” He shrugs, kissing your Cupid’s bow for good measure.

You look down at your clothes, the chunky cream coloured sweater and dark green scarf around your neck. “Thank you Stevie.” You say glancing away from his loving eyes and back. “But we have to decide!”

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “Babe, I told you we should go in only if you want to.”

“I want to!” You nod, squeezing his waist and making Steve smile.

"Then let’s go." He motions towards the house, moving to step back but you shake your head and stop him.

"I’m scared!" You groan, leaning your forehead on his chest for a moment.

Steve sighs, exasperated, but his smile never wavers. You’re seriously the luckiest person on earth to have found him, he loves you like it's the easiest thing in the world. "Baby," Steve whispers with a fond roll of his eyes, "The guys were only teasing us because we didn’t go in with them. And these houses are only full of people with disguises. You’ll be fine."

"How do you know?" You ask him, sure that you're giving him puppy eyes.

Steve's grin widens. "Because I’m gonna be there to protect you."

You smile, loving how proud he looks just uttering those words. "Really?"

"Of course I will." Steve says and he bends forward, taking you with him as he kisses your giggles away. His lips press to the corner of your mouth and chin before standing upright with his arms around you. "I’ll be right by your side."

You believe him, and you know you're probably exaggerating but the screams coming from inside the haunted house paint a pretty horrific picture. "Promise, Stevie?"

"Of course," Your boyfriend winks, "Besides, if you make it through the house we can get all the treats you want."

You look up at him with a smile, admiring how wonderful he looks in the golden hour with the cotton candy pink clouds behind him. His perfect brown waves and lovely smile, the denim jacket over the thin sweatshirt and pink nose from the cold. Your heart beats louder and louder against your chest, for him this time. "Okay, deal."

"That’s, my girl." Steve smiles and prompts you to turn around and make your way to the queue. "We'll have fun, you'll see."

There are five other people waiting when two of you get to the house and Steve is quick to intertwine your fingers and make sure you haven’t changed your mind. "Everything okay?"

You nod up at him, feeling nervous but more at ease with your fingers firmly intertwined. "Yup!"

Steve's about to say something else when a man comes out of the dark curtains at the entrance and begins to talk.

"There are markings on the walls and the floor to lead the way." He says, voice muffled by the Friday 13th mask he wears. "Hope you make it out alive."

"What the fuck." You whisper as the group starts to move forward. "That's not very reassuring."

Steve leans close to you as you enter the dark house, "They're just trying to make you nervous, it's only–"

A high pitch scream comes from somewhere in the dark room you stand in and makes both of you –and the rest of the group– jump. You try to look around but it's so dark you can't really make out anything except for the dim arrows that show the way. Steve's grip on your hand tightens as you move along, and you press your cheek to his bicep when eerie music fades in and out around you.

There's suddenly a crashing sound coming from the way you came in, which makes you turn around as the lights start to blink red and white. It confuses everyone enough to be distracted when a creepy-looking clown shows up out of nowhere and runs towards you. True to his word, Steve pulls you behind him but you don't miss the way he screams in fear just like you.

"Go, go, go." Steve says, holding you hand and urging you to continue. You know he can't see you but you nod anyway, trying to get away from the clown who suddenly disappears.

You have no time to wonder where he went because the lights go out again just in time for hands to start grabbing your ankles in a dark hallway. Steve and you scream, jumping in place and clinging to each other's hands as you try to get away. Things only get worse after that; a terrifying zombie scares you as you round a corner, then a demon-like creature comes running at you from an empty room, and lastly you're locked in yet another dark room with the rest of the group as creepy laughter echoes through the walls.

"Stevie." You whisper, arms around his waist as you wait for something to happen. "Is it over yet?"

Another voice, that's not Steve's speaks up. "Yes"

You turn around to find a horrible-looking creature smiling creepily at all of you, at the same time a chain saw comes to life on the other side of the room and the Jason from earlier chases the group out of the room.

Steve wastes no time picking you up and running out the, now open, door screaming until the two of you are outside. Hearts beating loudly and throats aching from all your screaming, you look around you to calm down. The sun has set in the distance and there's only a tiny hint of orange painting the now purple sky, some stars have started to shiny above you and the sounds of the fair around you bring you some much needed comfort.

Steve sets you down and you waste no time hugging him close. "That was horrible."

Steve nods against your hair and places a kiss to your temple. "Won't be doing that again."

You smile and move to look up at him, "Weren't you the one who said we'll have fun?"

Steve doesn't miss a beat, even as his cheeks flush pink. "I mean, it was pretty fun wasn't it?"

"You were screaming because it was really fun then." Your smile widens and hurts your cheeks. "It had nothing to do with the fact that house was deeply haunting."

"Exactly." Steve nods confidently and it makes you laugh. Looking back at your reactions now in the safety of the well-lit fair, a big belly laugh escapes you. Steve soon joins you, and the two of you laugh until your stomachs hurt.

"Thank you for protecting me though, Stevie." You gaze at him with what you know is all adoration; your hand pushes some of his hair back. "Even if carrying me out of the house was very dramatic."

"I had to get my girl out of there." Steve only shrugs then leans down to kiss you, once, twice, and three times for good measure before smiling against your lips. "Now, I did promise you some treats."

"Like this wasn't a treat just now?" You ask, stealing another kiss and feeling giddy you flustered Steve again. "You can lead the way, handsome. Maybe some hot chocolate will be good for you after all that screaming."

"Hey, you were scared too!" Steve pretends to be upset, even as he throws his arm around your shoulder and walks towards the food stands. "I was only offering some... moral support."

"Sure, babe."

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reblogs are always welcome 🥺

Masterlist

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #blurb #steve harrington blurb

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apprenticestanheight · 9 months

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THE FIVE DAYS OF SMUTMAS QUEUE: DAY TWO

Work Shirts - Lawrence Gordon x gn! reader

All right!! This is day two of my silly little christmas celebration, and of course I had to do what I've been procrastinating since basically the start of this account--write a Lawrence reader insert piece!

I love him wholeheartedly despite my lack of fics for him so this has definitely been a long time coming, and this one, much like yesterdays fic, stems from a thought I had—though with this thought, @mrkheartffmans and I went a lil feral together through the reblogs of the original post and thus, the fic concept came to light!

This is also a few years post trap because I was like "yeah working somewhere for a decade is cool but what about a decade and a half??" also—my mentality was that having it set a few years post-trap would be easier to write?? I don't know how true that actually is but it was my thought process lol.

This fic is for audiences of 18+, so minors, do not interact!

Fic type- this is mostly--almost entirely--smut. There's also angst if you squint because yeah, angst was bound to be present somewhere lol

Warnings- unprotected sex (reader is on BC), and as per usual, the reader is GN for all intents and purposes (petnames included), but I went with AFAB anatomy as that's the anatomy that I know best.

Lawrence wishes he could act like the surprise on the faces of his coworkers when he mentioned having the last two weeks of December off came as a surprise to him, but he can't and he kind of hates that.

Of course people are bound to be a little surprised by it. In the decade and a half that he's worked at Angels of Mercy, the only incident where he took any sizeable amount of time off was while he was recovering from the bathroom trap and could hardly stand, let alone walk like he used to.

But, in the three years since the bathroom trap and aside from that month long period where he allowed himself to recover before going back to work, he'd not taken a single day away. Being at work, seeing to patients and talking to people—even just going to work and filling out miscellaneous paperwork while he sat in the isolation of his office—kept his mind busy and his hands busier.

He came home from work every night and saw you, which just made his entire day as it were. You'd order food or make something quick and just spend your time lounging on the couch, occasionally get a little flirty, and laugh when Lawrences hands started wandering how they used to in the days of your masters degree and his days of medical school.

But, because of a backlog of PTO and the fact that he'd been overworking himself almost to the bone with the onslaught of people needing medical care during the last three months of the year, Lawrence decided to book the 14th through to the 2nd of January off so that he could get some rest and worry about housework so that you didn't have to worry at all, where you normally split the housework fifty-fifty.

Lawrence knew that your marketing job got really, really stressful during the last month of the year. People always unearthed different versions of themselves come the holidays, and all he wanted was for you to come home from your workday and not have to worry about menial things like a messy bathroom counter, week-old leftovers in need of throwing away or dishes not yet moved from the dishwasher to the cupboards.

He gets called into work for an emergency on the 21st, and after running to grab groceries during the afternoon on the 22nd, he's delighted to find what he does waiting for him in the bed you share.

You're typically home from work at around seven, sometimes eight thirty on particularly busy days, and when Lawrence arrives home, it's half past eight.

He goes into your bedroom, having indeed hoped to see you there or at least get a call about work running late with the promise of more details upon your arrival at home as he enters your shared bedroom, but what he sees is so much better than anything he could've hoped for.

You're sitting on the bed, back pressed against the head board, focused on whatever romance book you'd plucked from a charity bookstore on your way home, but it's not what you're reading that Lawrence really takes note of.

No, it's not the book at all, though he does note that the title makes it seem like something from either the regency or the victorian era. It's what you're wearing.

You're wearing the shirt he wore to work the previous day, buttons undone with the cufflinks you'd gifted him for christmas the year his residency ended still holding the sleeves of the shirt together, the duvet covering your legs and hips, which makes Lawrence assume you've stolen a pair of his sweatpants in addition to the shirt.

He knocks, lightly, on the side of the door, and you startle, looking up to the source of the knock and relaxing the minute you see his face.

"You startled me," you say, grinning and closing your book over your thumb so as not to lose your place. "I remember you told me you'd be getting groceries around when I would get home, so I stole one of your shirts and settled in. Figured we could order Thai food or something to that effect, have a late dinner and relax."

Lawrence runs his tongue over his lips, notices the keen way with which you watch him do it.

"Yeah," he grins, further enters the room. "That sounds lovely. I grabbed the last of the necessary ingredients for dinner Christmas Day so that you wouldn't have to worry—I know that work has been something of a mess for you lately and I want to make sure you have the opportunity to relax when you come home."

He approaches the bed, watches you place the book you'd been reading open on your nightstand beneath the lamp.

"I don't deserve you," you laugh.

You've been dating since you were starting up with your masters a year after getting your bachelors degree when you were twenty-three and Lawrence was two years into medical school at twenty-four.

You've been married since you were twenty-five and twenty-six, and seventeen years down the line, you both knew that marrying each other was the best possible thing either of you could've done with regard to the romantic part of your lives, and while you were married you ended up doing the best possible things for your respective careers so it worked in both of your favors regardless.

You were Lawrences rock, especially so in the aftermath of the bathroom trap, and he was yours and would be such forevermore.

"You're right," he says, moving away from the bed to grab a pair of sweatpants. "You deserve more, but I do strive to be what you deserve day in and day out."

"Don't say that," you chide. "You're perfect, Lawrence. I wouldn't've married you had I thought otherwise, I promise."

He can feel your gaze on him as he slips out of the khaki pants he wears, deciding to go commando and put a pair of light gray sweatpants on for comfort. He changes out of the black button up he'd chosen to wear, pulls a baggy dark blue Henley over his torso and climbs into bed beside you, pressing kiss after kiss down the line of your jaw and across your neck.

"How stressful has work been?" He asks, tone genuine but also slightly seductive.

"Oh, so stressful," you laugh, knowing exactly what he's doing and the fact that seeing you in one of his shirts and just one of his shirts has spurred that on by a mile. "I think if I have to hear one more coworker complaining about last minute shopping during the last few days before Christmas Eve or even on Christmas Eve in and of itself, I will start causing heads to roll. December is the worst time to be in the offices because everyone stops caring about year-end quotas and making sure things are good going into next year and starts caring about whatever gossip is being spread around. It's dreadful, Lawrence."

He pauses, looking at you with genuine sympathy in his gaze. "I'm sorry—I feel gross. I didn't mean to attempt to proposition you for sex like that. I really do want to hear about your day and I'm sorry it's been so terrible, my love. Are you going to book time off?"

You grin. Lawrence is ever-so considerate, always apologizing and stepping back if he's done something in a way that he doesn't appreciate midway through.

"You're going to be stuck with me from tomorrow through to the second," you say. "And—for the record, I didn't hate it. I like it when you proposition me for sex with kisses because your kisses are quite honestly one of the best parts of being married to you. Plus, I have had a stressful month and I won't lie and say that my current outfitting was just for comfort. Sure, bare ass on satin sheets is an amazing feeling, but I was hoping that I'd get the reaction I did, admittedly."

Lawrence tilts his head inquisitively. "You're not—you're—I thought you'd taken a pair of my sweatpants," he grins, moves a hand to your thigh. Sure enough, it's bare. "Oh, Christmas must've come early."

You laugh. "You fuckin' wish," you say, ignoring the goosebumps that Lawrences touch brings on.

You unbutton the few buttons done up on the shirt, press your back against the headboard.

"Stressful month, yeah baby?" Lawrence is almost beaming as his hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, lazily perusing up your chest.

You clench your jaw, squeeze your arms against your sides because you are not going to give in to your handsome husband and his illustrious whims just with a few touches and some whispered sentiments.

"So stressful, Lawrence," you nod. "So, so stressful."

"Do you need a way to destress?" His thumb and first finger locate your nipple, and you exhale a breathy moan, quiet and already wanting to give in to his whims. "If you do, I think I could be of assistance."

"Lawrence," you moan, quiet and needy. "Oh, fuck, Lawrence."

Lawrence moves his hand away from you for a second, only to take off his shirt and the sweatpants he wears before he's back to kissing your neck and letting his hands roam across your chest.

A few minutes of much the same passes by, Lawrences kisses lining your neck and jawline and face and your ethereal lips while he rolls your nipples between his fingers. His hand dips to your folds for just a few minutes, taking your slick onto his fingers and laughing against your shoulder.

"You're so wet for me already," he says. "Fuck, you're perfect."

"Wanna ride you," you're almost stunned at how evenly the words fall from your lips but not at all stunned when Lawrence agrees.

He pulls you onto his lap, lets you grind against his half-hard cock until it's fully hard and you're begging to feel him inside of you and moans when you bottom out, gaze watching you intently as his hands settle on your hips.

"Lawrence," you whisper. "Fuck."

A smile spreads onto Lawrences face before he can stop it, and when you start riding him, he presses his back against the headboard, one hand on your hip while the other lightly holds your chin so as to keep your gaze on his.

You get lost in how good it feels within the space of a minute, maybe two—Lawrence's cock is long and thick, and even if riding it takes some adjusting occasionally, it still becomes very enjoyable very quickly.

"You're so wonderful for me, Y/N," he says. "Oh, this never gets old."

He's loving how you feel around him, clenching occasionally and moaning after a particularly deep thrust that hits your g-spot, and you're just—it's just perfect.

And then, Lawrence gets an idea. He moves the hand that's cupping your face to your wrist, which is attached to the hand that you use to grope relentlessly at yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and first finger, sometimes moving to rub your clit.

"The cufflinks, baby," he says. "Don't touch yourself, mm? Use those for me."

He watches you press the cold silver cufflink against one of your nipples, moans as you clench around him at the sensation of the cold meeting your warm skin. You moan in turn, pressing the metal against your nipples and moaning his name.

He moves a hand back to your chin, placing his first and middle finger against your bottom lip. You take the hint immediately and bring his fingers into your mouth, grinding down onto him as you do.

"You're so good for me, pet," he says, moving the hand that rests on your hip to your clit. He starts rubbing it with practiced expertise, knowing the way you like it best after nearly two decades of marriage. "Oh, this is amazing. You can steal my work shirts whenever you want, okay? Especially the ones with the cufflinks. You're amazing."

You moan at the praise, pressing the cufflinks against yourself further, loving the way that the metal feels against your sensitive nipples.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth and goes back to holding your chin so as to keep your gaze on his, wanting to watch you orgasm.

You come completely undone when Lawrence speeds up his ministrations on your clit just enough to make you want more, and Lawrence watches.

You thrust your way through the aftershocks, at which point Lawrence releases into you and lets your chin free from his light grip, kissing you and offering praise as he does.

He pulls you off of him and gets a bath set up, helping you into it while giving you more praise and pressing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulder blades because the orgasm had left you both completely and totally breathless.

You bathe in light conversation, once again talking about your days but focusing on the more positive parts, and Lawrence lets you steal a Henley from the days of medical school. You pull a pair of boxers on and curl up in bed next to him, falling asleep only seconds before Lawrence does.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw 2004 #saw franchise

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bawnjourno · 3 months

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this is gonna sound incredibly pretentious but i really thought i’d be on here more while unemployed but i’m just not? i have so much i do every day? but since i love my tungle pals dearly and let the queue run things here is what daley bawnjourno is up to these days.

i do my 7 daily tasks every day (take meds, meet reading goal, write on my 2 WIPs, typing lesson as i am slow and want to improve, journal, walk my elderly corgi, do my mango lessons french language)

take care of said elderly corgi and my 3 yr old cat

i make edits for @fleetwoodmacarthistory

this month on the 3rd i started watching 1 queer film every day in an effort to hit 30 this month (a mix of shorts and features) and i’m already almost there!

i’ve gone to a few very cheap or free films at theaters in town

i sew on my jean vest

i do various deep cleaning tasks

i tie dye shirts

i experiment with various latte and cold brew recipes (i have multiple creamers and syrups as well as chai and matcha powder and oatmilk, i make cold brew using french press, i have an espresso maker that’s ok). once i realized i was leaving sb*x bc the building was hotter than osha standards and corporate did nothing, i started hoarding my bean markouts and have about 6 months worth of grounds for cold brew and espresso

i am already working on sparkstember edits

i have done some hemming sewing projects as well as making sick ass fabric bookmarks. sadly i jammed my gma’s machine so i’ll have to do the rest by hand but they’re still cute!

i have done some file organizing on my laptop

i do weekly movie nights w @starspangledsoldiers and @taintmansion and also weekly LOST nights w my friend joy who is not on tungle

apply for jobs w limited success but hey it’s only been 3 weeks! and i will crawl back to retail if i don’t get anything in another couple

hmm guess that’s it! if you ever want to talk to me off of here i have snapchat insta and discord also. i miss everyone just been staying busy and trying not to spiral too much

mini unemployment moodboard also!

#this has been a text post

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magecrafts · 4 months

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Would you be willing to write a headcanon combo of all the characters you write for on how enthusiastically they’d listen/dance to Chappell Roan?

sure!!! she's been big on my spotify rotation lately so this was fun :) kate got the most attention w this one bc i just know she’s so into chappell but there's a lil bit for all of 'em. also established bishova by accident hello???

agatha knows who chappell is because she’s a tiktok lurker. calls her the twinkly little cowgirl. with a fond smile.

kate pretends she isn’t as big of a fan as she is because she’s trying this thing where she tamps down the stan behavior because it almost drove clint away. and because being a stan with manhattan penthouse money is detrimental to her allowance (which isn’t so much an allowance anymore as it is just … her money bc the feds have eleanor and kate has access to the accounts that haven’t been seized). it’s silly to try and pretend she doesn’t love the things she loves but it helps that she’s not actually very good at pretending. she knows the school nights ep like the back of her hand because she believes in entire discography supremacy. likes the vocal differences between then and now, likes to be able to listen to someone’s growth. learned the term comphet in a good luck, babe! tiktok comment section. will wear merch shirts to the pizzeria and listen to hot to go! loud enough that the sound bleeds out of her headphones for anyone who passes to hear. she’ll do the dance while she microwaves that pizza for breakfast the next morning. calls it her ymca. will scream-sing good luck, babe! will jump on her bed and put on a messy lil concert of that one, too. says it tickles her soul like a past life lover. and if you dig around in her closet you’ll find a purple rhinestoned cowgirl hat.

maya likes her lyrics, thinks they’re smart and witty. the songs she can feel the best via bass and vibration when played real loud are super graphic ultra modern girl, femininomenon, and naked in manhattan.

natasha likes most music. and most things. her background (red room, espionage, superheroing) calls for adaptability. assimilation. she learned a long time ago to take everything in stride. there are things she likes more than others, of course, but most things are generally fine for her. she’ll make it all work. in that same vein it’s kind of hard for music to be really special to her. she mostly hears chappell when kate throws parties. she and yelena are similar in that dancing probably won’t happen unless someone else drags her into it.

wanda likes some of her slower songs. picture you, kaleidoscope, coffee, casual. likes when they come on shuffle. will queue them up to listen to while she reads, cooks, or gardens.

yelena won’t listen to chappell on her own. won’t listen to much of anything on her own if it isn’t something she used to listen to with alexei when she was little. she’s one of those people who does most things without a soundtrack. most things in silence. including working out, which kate says is serial killer behavior. but she likes when kate plays chappell. she’ll nod along, tap her foot, start to smile. sometimes she’ll ask kate to play “naked in the city” even though she knows that’s not what it’s called. she just likes the little unimpressed face kate makes when she gets things wrong on purpose. yelena doesn’t really dance but every once in a while she’ll let kate pull her around the kitchen in a half-assed pantomime of it. she’ll sway to slower songs. she’ll hum along. and she'll always slow dance with kate to love me anyway.

#kate bishop headcanons #natasha romanoff headcanons #yelena belova headcanons #wanda maximoff headcanons #maya lopez headcanons #agatha harkness headcanons #hcs

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OOH IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING ASKS FOR THE TROPE THING can i get vernon and like you two are assigned partners on an art project but he's awful at art LMFAO okay thank love you xx

JJ BELOVED HI HELLO I AM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS <333333

okay first of all i LOVE this idea skfjllkdfl this would definitely be a fun, comedic, romcom nonsense fic hehehe

i'm picturing this being set in like, a fucking calculus class and this project is the professor's way of trying to "bring more creativity to the sciences" or whatever. and vernon's just like. 'dude. how on earth is making a collage...sculpture...thing... supposed to help me learn calculus???' no one in the class really gets it either, since they can just, you know, do the math without having to create anything. but whatever, a little arts n crafts never hurt anyone [spoiler alert: it maybe hurts someone *cough*vernon*cough* a little at some point]

anyway, vernon ends up being partnered up with reader who, thank god, actually has an idea for what they can do for their project and also talks like someone who knows about art. in fact, they seem really into art and like, super pumped for this project. which is great! except, they're also really cute? and like, they're maybe kinda sorta the person he's been lowkey crushing on from afar since last semester???

and because having a crush sometimes makes you say/do stupid things, he tells reader that he can totally help with the art portion, easy peasy. [narrator voice: it was not, in fact, easy peasy] queue montage of the week leading up to when they're supposed to meet up again: - vernon desperately watching all kinds of youtube videos trying to learn how to Art™️ - him walking into a Michael's and just being so lost and overwhelmed that he just. has a bit of an existential crisis in the fabric section - he somehow manages to accidently cut himself with a pair of scissors while trying to do some kind of papercraft thing and has to go to the nurse's office. - his roommate (let's make it chan for funsies) is convinced that he's having some kind of mental breakdown "hyung, i don't know what to do, he's just staring at a pile of children's playdough like it holds the secrets of the universe. or maybe like it killed his pet goldfish. i don't know, he's just being weird."

all of this leads up to when reader and vernon meet up again to present their 'prototypes' of the art part of the project so they can decide which they like better and then start actually working on it. reader is already at the cafe they agreed to meet at, and vernon (sleep deprived and already overly caffeinated) walks up to where reader is sitting, drops his sad attempt at art on the table, and blurts "i lied about being good at art because you're really cute and it broke my brain a little bit and i'm actually really, really bad at it. i'm so sorry." and then he fucking WALKS AWAY because he's a LOSER and you were extra cute today and his brain is still a bit broken and reader ends up having to chase him down the street, his shitty attempt at art clutched in one hand, to tell him that it's fine, they can handle the art part as long as he does his fair share of the math

"and like. maybe i could, teach you? sometime? if you want to learn, that is. and i'm not the best artist, but i've taught some summer camp classes before, and—" / "wait, you'd really wanna do that? after seeing how bad at it i am?" / "well... it means i'd get to spend some extra time with you outside of school, so... yeah"

vernon of course readily agrees, and they start going on little art dates together (and yes, they're Date dates bc vernon finally gets his shit together and asks them out) and they get a solid B- on the project bc while reader is great at art, turns out neither of them are the best at math rip </3

[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]

#savv answers #savv writes #jj 🎸#i hope u enjoy the nonsense sldkjfsdlkjf

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No pressure to write this, but I’d love to read something angsty for the twins.

In my head I see teenaged Y/N and Isla having an argument with them both going their separate ways, Y/N to a dance class and Isla to track.

Y/N has a severe flare up and is admitted to hospital for monitoring / surgery. Queue Isla being a worried big sister and blaming herself when Wanda shows up to get her and take her to the hospital. Her being scared that she might lose her sister and the last thing she said to her was something a bit mean.

I am feeling very angsty right now. Can end ambiguously or fluffy or angsty (not necessarily canon). I’m good with anything.

I absolutely love this little AU you’ve got going and can’t wait to read more.

- 🐡 (can I be this emoji if not taken?)

Oh I do love some angst! And yes of course you can be that emoji! The only taken ones so far are 👑, 🦈, 🥐 and now 🐡!

Tbh, I was getting fed up of only writing fluff (bc I’m an angst lover) and I love your idea!

Okay so, it fits in really well with an idea I’ve got started, so what I’ll do is work it into there and it’s actually then fixing a plot hole I didn’t know how to end! So thank you, I really love hearing about you guys thinking about the story and these characters. It warms my heart 🥺

#kaya speaks!#double the trouble au #🐡

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