#thank you again Andy! 💕💕💕

[olivediamonds-writing]

I haven't updated in a while but for my Fire and Lightning fic I got some commissions done by the amazing @staerplatinum and wanted to show them off!

Thank you again for the amazing pieces and I would definitely recommend checking them out and getting a commission done from them!!

[kedsandtubesocks]

erika!!!!!! pls feel better!!!! i am seconding the order that u drink plenty of soup!!!!

A blessing from the queen of soup herself??? 🥺 Andie I’m MELTING with love for you!!

Thank you so much bb I appreciate you and your warm vibes are the best medicine!!! 💝✨

this is us enjoying a cozy soup as we discuss how Shouto definitely hogs the bed and acts like he doesn’t

[reiderwriter]

hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.” 

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered. 

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.” 

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you. 

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible. 

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?” 

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again. 

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.” 

–X– 

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands. 

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself. 

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze. 

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him. 

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth  you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again. 

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame. 

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth. 

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again  and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift  and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point. 

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms. 

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight. 

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation. 

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't. 

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.” 

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier. 

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder. 

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut. 

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.” 

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify. 

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired. 

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.” 

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?” 

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet. 

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.” 

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first. 

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.” 

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.” 

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side. 

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character. 

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar. 

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly. 

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself. 

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent. 

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy  and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night. 

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid. 

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets. 

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner. 

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there. 

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible. 

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself. 

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside. 

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt. 

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock. 

“Just a little. I think it's the dress  shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.” 

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination. 

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat. 

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps. 

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it. 

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects. 

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload. 

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side. 

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately. 

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.” 

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together. 

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion. 

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection. 

At least that was what you assumed he was doing  as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same. 

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure. 

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were. 

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still. 

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg. 

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement. 

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery. 

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise. 

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it. 

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room. 

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point. 

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?” 

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance  and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway. 

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you. 

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours. 

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body. 

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck. 

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?” 

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit. 

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves. 

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh. 

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner. 

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements. 

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips  this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you. 

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night. 

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you. 

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you. 

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually. 

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material. 

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there. 

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock. 

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you. 

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place. 

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss. 

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.” 

[gremlin-girly]

Grem's 20 Characters with 20 Questions for 20 Tropes Challenge

In celebration of 250+ followers (thank you all very much!!), I wanted to do a type of writing challenge. So here is the 20 characters with 20 Questions for 20 tropes Challenge!!

You can really tell this is my first time making something like this - why the hell did i pick such a long title lmao??? I do love a bit of silly fun tbh so here we are

I should also point out that regular postings (like the Green Collection, Sun, sea and sirens AND whatever long fic wins this poll will still be posted regularly!)

How to play:

You have to be 18+ to play :)

Tag me @gremlin-girly and use the tag #grem's 20 questions so I can read, reblog and tag fics onto the masterlist! If I miss a fic, please remind me either by tag in the comments or dm!!

Pick a character (or characters) from the list below, a question and a trope.

You can pick any number of questions and tropes but there must be at least one of each. (E.g. no character + Q2 ; it would need to be character + Q2 + Trope 4 OR however many tropes/questions you wish to use)

Either send in a submission (✨️) or send me a request (🍑) with your question(s) and trope(s). E.g. Caracter(s) + Q__ + Trope ___

The fic(s) you enter/request can be fluff, smut, angst - whatever you want! (As long as they are tagged accordingly and if you want to know what I will NOT include/write you can find them in my blog rules here)

Make sure you tag your work accordingly (trigger warnings, content warnings etc.)

There is no word count limit but any work over 250 words needs a wee "read more" section

I am being silly and saying you can request/submit an unlimited amount (but beware!!! I will be reading/writing these so they may take time to get through them)

Submissions will be open from the 14th of February to the 30th of June 💕

Your work will be added to the Grem's 20Qs Masterlist and shared accordingly 😉

Happy writing! I'm looking forward to see what comes out of this 💕 if you have any questions please message me and thank you all again 🥰

Navigation | 20qs for 20 tropes Masterlist

The 20 Characters

Chris Evans Characters

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Jake Jensen

Curtis Everett

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Johnny Storm

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

James Mace

Pete Brenner

Sebastian Stan Characters

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Chris (Destoyer)

Lance Tucker

Sheriff Lee Bodecker

Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine)

Mickey Henry

Other Characters

Loki

Baron Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

The 20 Questions

1. "Do you think sharks get sad about their representation in the media?"

2. "Do you ever shut the fuck up?"

3. "How much have you had to drink?"

4. "Why do you insist on wearing that?"

5. "Why do all of my problems lead back to you?"

6. "When were you going to tell me about this?"

7. "Will you stay as far away from as humanly possible please?"

8. "Welp... looks like this is it. How do you wanna do this?"

9. "Please tell me you remembered to turn off the oven?"

10. "Sweetheart? Sweetheart?"

11. "What time do you call this? "

12. "Do you taste as pretty as you look?"

13. "What are we going to tell the others?"

14. "Are you trying to die?!"

15. "What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is that?"

16. "How the hell did you get up there?"

17. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

18. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

19. "I love you. You know that right?"

20. "What have you done to me? I used to be scary and now I'm all gooey inside."

20 Tropes

1. Only One Bed

2. Soulmate AU

3. Enemies to lovers

4. Cowboy AU

5. Grumpy x Sunshine

6. Dad/Brother's/a relation's Best Friend

7. Mutual Pining

8. Meetcute

9. Supernatural AU

10. Fake dating

11. Arranged marriage

12. Amnesia

13. Second chance

14. Forced proximity

15. Opposites Attract

16. A/B/O

17. Mafia AU

18. Time Travel

19. Sex Pollen / Fuck or die

20. 5 + 1 things

No pressure tags for some moots who may enjoy ☺️

@steviebbboi @stargazingfangirl18 @mrs-elsie-barnes @brunchable @late-to-the-party-81 @brandycranby @bigtreefest @vunblr @mercurial-chuckles @stellar-solar-flare @ronearoundblindly @misscherry-26 @buck-star @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

[andypantsx3]

hey andie! just wanted to let you know that "fingerprints" is my absolutely favourite fic and I keep coming back to it every 2-3 months to re-read it. it's the best take on soulmate AUs that I have seen. you make me want to love characters I've never loved before, cause I wasn't a Shouto fucker before that fic and you turned me into a Shouto stan.

my last re-read (beginning of this month, I think) you also inspired me to restart writing. so now I'm trying to start writing again and it's like trying to relearn a language you once knew... it's a little frustrating but it's fun and I love it and you made it possible. thank you for helping me overcome my fear of posting stuff and to begin again.

(hope this wasn't too mushy, I just wrote as it came to me, have a nice day 💕 )

Ahhhhhhhhhh thank you so so so much, this means everything to me!!!! 😭 Especially turning you into a Shouto fan hehehe I was put on earth to do one thing and I'm glad I'm doing it at least somewhat effectively lmaoooooo.

Omg I'm also so so happy to have been part of the reason you dusted the pen off and went for it again!! That's huge!! Even though it's tough, isn't there such a genuine pleasure in flexing those muscles after a long time at rest?? I hope you are enjoying the process as much as I do, and I hope you find as much joy in sharing as I do when you are ready!!!!

In the meantime, do you mind sharing what you're working on?? I'm so curious now. 👀👀👀

[puck-luck]

hi Andy!!! Here to request my second drink from your wonderful cafe ☕️💕

can I request a mocha for mattias samuelsson? & can I add a shot of Carmel syrup (hotel room after a team charity event) with a swirl of peppermint (brother is on the team but they’re secretly dating / in love) and some cold foam (a nice touch of after care??)

thank you for doing these. So fun!!

Xoxo second mattias anon 🩷

it's always so hard to fit plot into these blurbs but i had a blast world-building this. maybe i'll expand on it in the future– and i finally fit @yauchfilms's "Mattias deserves a gold star after he gives you a good dicking down" idea into a fic. we only talked about it a year ago... maybe next year i'll fit another one of her cute mattias ideas into another fic.

Mattias slipped the keycard to his hotel room into the weird plant near the door, just like he told you he would. It was a really good hiding spot actually, even though you had to wait for your brother to go to the bathroom before you could pick up the tiny card and hide it in the band of your strapless bra for safekeeping. This was definitely the right dress for the charity event tonight– Mattias’s eyes had gone round when you walked in with Jack and he’d had to act normal all night. He’s not very good at acting normal, but Jack isn’t very good at noticing when Mattias is staring at you and drooling over you. He thinks you’re nothing more than friends.

Because this is what friends do, right?

Friends fall into bed together after a long night of pretending that you don’t know how the other person feels inside of you, or around you. Friends spread their legs and beg to be filled. Friends cover your neck in kisses and hold your hips so tight that they leave fingertip-sized bruises behind. 

Jack doesn’t need to know that Mattias manhandles you with ease once the sun goes down. Jack also doesn’t need to know that Mattias brushes your hair out of your face with clumsy yet careful fingers when he’s done and offers you his goofy smile. It might be the part of this arrangement that you enjoy the most– when Mattias’s face appears in your eyeline after he’s just rocked your world and he just smiles at you. It’s the same feeling you get when you’re deep in it and Mattias croons out a “good girl” in his rumbly voice.

The pressed white sheets of Mattias’s hotel room have been thrown askew and ruined by the fluids flying between your bodies. There’s spit and cum drying on your chest, on your stomach, and on the small of your back. Mattias really loved your dress, loved it so much that he had to tear it from your body and get his hands on the curves that it hugged so well. 

Mattias has calmed down considerably, now that he’s gotten his feral caveman horniness out of his system. He massages your thighs and hips with his big hands, opening them back up after they’d been locked in position for so long. You’re already sore, but you can’t say that you mind when Mattias is doting on you so much. You’re gazing at him with admiration and carding your fingers through his hair, mirroring the sweet caretaking that Mattias has shown you. 

He’s lost in his own world for a minute, quiet comfortability filling the room. You break it shortly, just to make a comment.

“You’re sweet, Ti,” you tell him softly. 

Mattias brightens and leans down to kiss your cheek. “There’s my girl,” he says. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Of course I’m okay,” you reply. You laugh a little, Mattias’s stubble tickling your skin as he continues to kiss down your body. “I feel great. Why?”

“Fucked you so good you went quiet again,” Mattias explains. He touches your belly and maneuvers you over to your side, sliding into the spot behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle. His nose skims the back of your neck. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me.”

“Mm, I’m sorry,” you say. You press back into his touch, feeling his soft, spent cock nestle between your cheeks. You want him to plug you with his long fingers and bring you to orgasm again, just to feel even closer to him.

“Don’t apologize,” Mattias replies. He kisses behind your earlobe and breathes in deeply, letting the smell of your shampoo fill his nostrils. “I like that you’re comfortable enough with me that you can do that. Makes me feel good. Doing something right, you know?”

“You’re good,” you praise in a sleepy voice. Mattias’s heartbeat is lulling you to sleep. “I have my gold stars in my purse. You can have three.”

“Yes,” Mattias hisses with a fist pump. He nibbles over your neck. “Why not four?”

“‘Cause you’re lazy and you haven’t wiped me down yet,” you tease. “You’ve left me all gross. I’m telling Jack.”

“No, he’ll kill me for not treating his baby sis with more respect,” Mattias drawls. Then, he breaks into a smile against your neck, his voice becoming a little sweeter and more smug. “You like it more when I treat you like the dirty girl you are.”

[scimitar-and-longsword]

I love your headcanons. What's your favorite one about Nicky ? And/or your favorite character trait of him?

Oh my goodness, thank you!

Nicky Nicky Nicky 💕💕💕

My FAVORITE??? That's a tall order cause there are so many things I love about him. Luca did such a stellar job of taking this character who doesn't have as much screentime as some of the other characters and bringing him to life in the most subtle ways. (I have an entire meta about subtle face acting from him and Marwan lol which side note, is flagged for sexual content, and I was sitting here reading it like "what why?? This is just about facial expressions?" And then I got halfway through and went "oop- that'll do it 😅")

I wrote a meta about this back in the old days, but I think about it every time I rewatch the movie so I'm saying it again: I love that Nicky is fiercely physical with his love.

We certainly get to see Joe be more vocal about is love, (and it's a violent movie they all are physical lol) but every bit of Nicky's physicality and fight chreo is about protecting people.

He is constantly protecting those around him with his body (and to be fair, they all do this at some point. Perks of being immortal is that you can use your body as a shield) but Nicky just KEEPS doing it.

There's a subtle moment after Joe gets stabbed by Merrick where TO ME it looks like he's trying to get between Joe and Merrick. The guy holding back Nicky is like GRIPPING his shoulder.

Nicky is constantly going from the front of the group to the rear and back again. Like he needs to be the first line of defense against wherever the most unknowns are.

He does it when they first exit the lab they were being held in. He's second out of the door, following Nile's lead, but then immediately covers the rear (after executing a completely unnecessary slide move that you can only see in behind the scenes footage and always makes me laugh.) to then turn around and cover everyone else as they exit.

Then again when he takes the bullet for Andy, he's at the rear of the group with Joe, takes the bullet, and then runs through the ENTIRE group, while healing from said bullet, past the door they are going to go into (and presumably check that it's clear) to cover the other end of the hall. And look at that he's at the rear of the group again... Over the course of not even half a minute. Ping pong ball Nicky over here.

When Joe and Nicky are fighting Keane after the explosion Nicky is fucking reckless with how he fights, and mostly cause Joe is kind of getting his ass kicked. 😅 He throws himself onto Keane not once but twice! Both times when Joe is about to get absolutely bodied.

In a similar fashion, Nicky often acts like a battering ram, taking people down for Joe to take out just after him. (If you go back up to that behind the scenes gif of Nicky sliding you can see he does this there too. Shoots a guy in the knee who Joe then shoots in the head.)

Idk if this was at all coherent because I'm writing this on my phone while watching a Tinkerbell movie with my daughter 😂 so I'm sure I'm missing so many more examples of it. But Nicky is often quiet with his words, but he is not quite with his actions and I love that about him!!

[the-bi-library]

HAPPY BI VISIBILITY MONTH!!! 🩷💜💙

I wish all bi folks a very pleasant bi month!

Here are bi books of September!

Books listed:

💕 This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin 💕 In the Ring by Sierra Isley 💕 Those Pink Mountain Nights by Jen Ferguson 💕 The Darkest Stars (The Broken Stars #2) by Kristy Gardner 💕Daughter of Winter and Twilight (Queen of Coin and Whispers #2) by Helen Corcoran 💕 Time to Shine by Rachel Reid 💕 Herc by Phoenicia Rogerson 💕 Fly with Me by Andie Burke 💕 Everyone's Thinking It by Aleema Omotoni 💕 A Crown So Cursed (Nightmare-Verse, #3) by L.L. McKinney 💕 This Dark Descent (This Dark Descent, #1) by Kalyn Josephson 💕 Providence Girls by Morgan Dante 💕 Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments #2) by Freydís Moon 💕 What Stalks Among Us by Sarah Hollowell 💕 Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz 💕 Cities of Women by Kathleen B. Jones 💕You, Again by Kate Goldbeck 💕 Double Exposure: A F/NBi Enemies to Lovers Romantic Suspense by Rien Gray 💕 The Fractured Dark (The Devoured Worlds, #2) by Megan E. O'Keefe 💕 Cover Story by Valerie Gomez 💕 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White 💕 The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu 💕 Better Left Unsaid by Tufayel Ahmed 💕 Dearborn by Ghassan Zeineddine 💕 A Green Equinox by Elizabeth Mavor 💕 Salt Kiss (Lyonesse, #1) by Sierra Simone 💕 The Amazing Alpha Tau Boyfriend Project (Alpha Tau, #1) by Lisa Henry

Make sure to check the TWs for all books if necessary 💕

Here is the goodreads list of these books

[padfootagain]

Opening Eyes

Hello ! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event sent by @sergeantbuckybarnes : “Hii Carole!! Congrats on 6k🎉🎉 You deserve this and more cause your writing is amazing!

There’s so many good tropes here it’s so difficult to choose…. But I’m a huge fan of “only one bed” hehe (with Ben of course 😋) I’m not sure about the AU so that’s up to you, you can choose whatever you think it fits better, I trust your judgement😊

Thank you for doing this! It’s gonna be so fun read all these stories💕”

Thank you so much for sending in a request! I hope you’ll like this little piece!

I hope you all like this story! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much adorableness you might throw up.

Summary: You and Ben need to attend a wedding, and are travelling together by car for 48 hours. What you didn’t expect was for the hotel you had booked to mess up with your reservation and give you… only one room for the two of you, with only one bed to be shared…

Word Count: 3405

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You were growing tired. After driving for four hours straight, with only a small break a couple of hours before, your back was starting to hurt again, your brain growing foggy. You could feel yourself starting to be unfocused.

“Do you want us to switch?”

You had thought Ben asleep, but clearly he wasn’t. When you glimpsed over at him on the passenger seat, his eyes were open, although his eyelids were heavy over his dark eyes. He stared at you, expression neutral and yet there was still something benevolent in his gaze, something that was always there when he looked at you, something you didn’t really understand.

“I’m fine,” you lied, and he chuckled, sitting a little straighter in his seat, folding his arms before his chest.

“You seem tired, there’s no need to play the tough act,” he smiled, something tender lingering on his lips.

And you couldn’t control the way your expression longed to mimic his, the way your lips curved up just a little bit at the mere sight of his own smile. The way you wanted to kiss the taste of that shining smile off his lips, too…

You took a deep breath, tried to calm your nerves. Being in love with your friend was not a great idea, by any means. And being stuck with said friend in a car for 48 hours to attend a wedding was not a good idea either…

Ben had been driving for the entire morning and a part of the afternoon, it was your turn at the wheel. But Ben shook his head at your stubbornness as you didn’t answer. Or well, what he took as stubbornness. As a matter of fact you were simply still distracted by this urge of yours to press your lips to his…

“We have about an hour left before reaching the hotel. Will you be alright?” he asked, voice warm, deep, soothing…

You cleared your throat.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. You can rest if you want.”

“Not sure I can now that I’ve noticed how focused you are while driving…”

“Very funny. I’m an excellent driver!”

“When you’re awake…”

He laughed at the way you mumbled something unintelligible under your breath.

“We’ll soon be there,” he spoke with a gentler voice again. “And tomorrow night, when we finally reach the wedding, I will kill Andy for making us travel all the way across the country for this.”

“It would have been fine had they planned it in more than three weeks and had all flights not been booked…”

Ben nodded, then yawned.

“I can’t wait to finally lie down in bed. Driving is exhausting…”

“Indeed.”

“If you get us there safely and manage not to crash the car into anything, I’ll buy you dinner. Whatever you want.”

“I want something disgustingly terrible for our health.”

“Burger?”

“Yes, please. Extra fries!”

He laughed at that, but nodded anyway.

While you drove, the dying lights of twilight danced over your features, the trees on each side of the road painting moving shadows over yours skin. And Ben wondered how you could manage to be absolutely stunning when looking exhausted, dishevelled, after a ten-hour road-trip…

But then, perhaps it was just his infatuated brain speaking. After all, falling in love with his friend was a terrible, terrible idea, and Ben had let himself fall into this trap months ago like the bloody fool he was.

He looked away before you would notice the way he was staring at you, and tried to slow down his heart after it started dancing a salsa…

This was going to be a long… long trip…

“What do you mean, there’s only one room left?”

Your voice was shaking with exhaustion and frustration. You were exhausted, you had a headache, you longed for nothing but a bed and a full night of sleep.

“I’m so sorry,” the employee apologised. “There must have been a mistake… But we’ve only booked one room for you, and there is none left available.”

Behind you, Ben heaved a deep sigh.

“Well, we don’t have a choice, anyway,” he mumbled, offering his open palm in a silent request to get the key to the bedroom.

“I did book two bedrooms,” you told him as you carried your luggage down the narrow corridor, towards your shared room.

“I know. They must have fucked up our reservation.”

You let Ben open the door and enter first, but he came back after just a few steps to help you with your suitcase.

And…

“Fuck…”

As expected, there was only one bed in the room. A rather large one, that seemed comfortable and inviting, but it was still one bed for two people. Two people being friends, yes, but a man and a woman, and… both of them desperately in love with each other and idiotically oblivious of the reciprocated feelings.

This was bad. Very bad…

“I’ll take the couch,” Ben offered, but a quick look around made you frown.

“There’s no couch. You’re not going to sleep on the floor. Besides, it’s ridiculous. We’re friends, we’re adults. It’s alright.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! I’m going to take a shower.”

Ben let you take a shower first, didn’t complain about it. He was too nervous at the idea of sharing a bed with you to banter anyway.

How could he not be nervous? Sleeping in the same bed was a highly intimate thing, especially given the fact that he was absolutely smitten with you. How could he pass the night?

His heart was beating faster than usual, he was struggling a little to breathe. He decided to unpack a part of his stuff to calm his nerves.

When you emerged from the bathroom in your pyjamas, hair still a little wet and frame wrapped in a comfy bathrobe, all his plans of calming down evaporated. Why did you have to look so adorable?

“We’re only staying for one night, why are you unpacking so much?” you asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression that made his heart skip a beat.

Damn, he really was a lovesick fool…

“Huh… I just don’t like picking up my stuff from a suitcase.”

You shrugged, deciding to leave him alone while he acted silly, and Ben was grateful for it. He hurried inside the bathroom, longing for some cool water to calm him down. And it worked. He was himself again, composed and quiet, when he walked out of the steamy room. He did not expect to find you already asleep, a book on your laps that had fallen from your hands as their hold failed, your neck crooked as it relaxed during your slumber.

Why was he so strangely touched by it? There was nothing special in this moment, nothing glamorous, nothing extraordinary.

It’s domestic. Yes, that was what, Ben realized, made the scene special, filled his heart with a warm feeling of fondness that went beyond the kind a friend should feel. He wanted to see you like this every day; in this fragile, peaceful stage you entered every night, and he longed to become the guardian of it.

Slowly, he walked to your side of the bed, picked up your book, secured the page. He put it away on the bedside table next to you, then gently cupped your face to straighten your neck a little. You shifted slightly in your sleep, but didn’t awaken. Finally, he tugged you in, bringing up the covers up to your chin, patting gently the soft material in a tender gesture, as if to say ‘take good care of her for me’.

When he looked up at your face again, your frame now secured under the blanket, it was to fall right into your eyes…

“Thank you,” you breathed, your voice tiny in the wide space of the bedroom, in its quiet, in the darkness of the night outside and the shaky light of the bedside lamps.

And Ben was back to square one, with a heart thumping against his ribs, a breath struggling to escape his lungs, an urge to lean down and kiss you until you would moan his name…

“You can go back to sleep,” he whispered, unwilling to break the quietness of the moment.

You hummed, closing your eyes once more. Ben stopped breathing altogether when you blindly reached for him, holding onto his forearm.

“Come to bed too.”

So that was what it sounded like, to be called to join you in bed late at night? For a second, he imagined you saying this phrase to him because he was working too hard, going to sleep too late at night, in a bedroom that you would be sharing.

Absolute lovesick fool…

“I’m coming,” he whispered, and couldn’t hold back his urge to reach out, brush a strand of hair away, and let his knuckles caress your cheek, travelling across the soft skin from your temple to your chin.

He heard your breathing catch in your throat, and he swore he could have died here and there.

But it was a spell that needed to be broken, that required to be torn into pieces. He wasn’t ready for this. He longed for it, yearned for it, actually, but he couldn’t take a step closer to you, couldn’t lean down to meet you. It would endanger your friendship, make everything complicated, and anyway… he was pretty certain you didn’t like him that way…

At 4am, you were awake.

You were exhausted, and wanted to go back to sleep, but simply could not. Your eyes were closed, but your brain was fully functioning, thinking about the driving to be done the next morning, the wedding ceremony, where you would get gas on the road, Ben’s regular breathing filling up the silent room, the way his weight bent the mattress…

You turned to your side, trying to get comfortable, to quieten your mind again, to ignore the warmth Ben was spreading through the bed.

To ignore that Ben was lying in this bed, with you, within arms range, or even hands range at this point. Had you extended your fingers, releasing them from the tightness of your fist, they would have brushed his naked bicep…

“You’re alright?”

His voice was warm despite the roughness of sleep. Almost a growl. It made your heart skip a beat or two, or maybe a dozen…

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Your voice was quiet, you tried to clear your throat to make it a little louder, but it was hard to breathe as Ben was turning on his side to face you.

From the window, a ghostly light came in from the hotel sign out there on the street. A mix of red and yellowed white that wasn’t bright enough to properly see anything, but still made shapes clear through the shadows of the room. It shone in Ben’s eyes, you couldn’t see the details of his features but could distinguish the edge of his jawline, the length of his nose, the vague curves of his lips…

“Can’t sleep?”

“Not really.”

He hummed.

“Why? You’re not the one getting married, no need to worry about it.”

“I know, it’s just… it’s not that. My brain is just busy.”

Again, a low humming.

“Have you tried counting sheep?”

“At this point I would have reached 500 of those.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah… it’s okay though. I’ll end up falling asleep again. You can go back to sleep.”

He shrugged, and you thought he would listen to you. Close his eyes again, and look for the sweet quiet of slumber again. Instead, he reached blindly for you across the bed, until his fingers were wrapped around your wrist, thumb brushing against your pulse.

You took in a sharp breath, staring at his undefined form.

“You need to sleep,” he admonished, his voice still low and tender, impossibly warm…

“Easier said than done, you genius!”

He chuckled at that, low and raspy, and you felt your entire being tremble at the sound.

It shouldn’t be legal to hold so much power over someone…

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence, and his voice was even more tender, if it were possible. “Because I’m here…”

“No! No, it’s really not that. I just… I just can’t sleep. I worry about stuff, I don’t know…”

You blamed his next actions on the fact that it was late at night (or early in the morning). You blamed it on the fact that he wasn’t thinking straight, that he was barely awake at all, probably dizzy with sleep. He couldn’t truly be aware of what he was doing when he gently pulled you closer, slowly wrapping his arm around your frame, giving you all the time you wanted to push him away and break free. His hold was gentle, and you could have easily moved out of his embrace, but why would you? Why would you break free when he smelled of soap and something undefinable that was so him, almost like citrus and oud but not quite? Why would you break free when you felt so safe and warm in his arms?

You blamed the gentle kiss he dropped on your forehead as a moment of madness in his tiredness.

“Sleep. It’s late.”

“Early, rather.”

You felt him smiling against your skin, lips brushing your temple.

“I love it when you do that.”

Yes, he was definitely not himself, was he high? Could someone be high on melatonin?

“Do what?” you prompted, although you immediately regretted your question.

“When you’re being a smartass.”

You pinched him gently, right under his ribs, making him giggle and squirm away from your touch. He was back against you in a second though, as if he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stay away…

“Sleep. Instead of pinching me…”

“I could if you were quiet.”

“Very well, I won’t say a thing now.”

But it was worse. Because talking to him brought at least a little bit of a distraction but now that silence had settled through the room again, you could do nothing but listen to the rhythmic pattern of his breathing, breathe in his scent, feel his warmth sip into your frame and his heartbeat against your palm…

“Y/N? You’re awake?”

You chose not to answer. After all, you were finally starting to doze off. You realized now that he was speaking after a long moment of silence, but time wasn’t quite right to you in that moment, lost in between consciousness and oblivion.

You heard him heaving a sigh, but your eyes remained closed and your frame motionless.

He let his fingers rest against your hair.

“You’re driving me mad, you know that?”

A breathy, quiet laugh that matched the whisper of his tone.

“No, probably not. Why would you? You don’t know how I feel about you…”

You stopped breathing, but he didn’t notice. Instead, he heaved another sigh.

“What on earth am I doing?”

He didn’t answer his own question. He merely shifted away, putting a little bit of distance and loosening his hold on you. It lasted but a moment, before he was back to square one, pressed against you.

“What are you doing to me?”

His breath on your temple was the last thing you knew before falling asleep.

Ben hated himself.

Which was unusual. He usually didn’t display a large ego, but he never hated himself either. Except for today. Today, he was absolutely horrified by his own behaviour.

What had happened in his head when he held you like this? Against him, in a bed, in the dark, in a hotel room?

No wonder why you could barely look at him this morning. Why you averted your eyes and barely uttered a word throughout breakfast. What else could you have done?

And it broke his heart to see you like this. To push him away, and to know now for certain that you would never want him to touch you like this, to hold you, to…

He focused on the road, but the silence in the car was too heavy to bear.

What if you hated him? What if he had broken your friendship…

“I’m sorry.”

You seemed surprised by his statement, turned to him with a mild frown on your brow.

“Why?”

“For last night. I’m sorry.”

“Last night?”

“For holding you. I didn’t think straight, it was… I’m sorry, it was inappropriate.”

You clenched your jaw, looked away again.

“It’s alright…”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.”

“It was out of line…”

“No, it was okay. We’re friends. We’ve hugged before.”

“I had never held you in my arms while we slept before.”

He noticed the trembling breath you took.

“No, I guess not…”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s fine.”

“I… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe. You know it was nothing sexual…”

“Ben, of course I know. It’s okay.”

“Then why are you ignoring me since we woke up?”

Since the first lights of dawn pouring in the bedroom, since this first look, this first smile that quickly turned into an agape mouth, and a gentle push on his chest to break free…

“I just… It’s…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I was… It was okay. I liked it. The way you held me.”

Slowly, the information sipped through Ben’s brain; although he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

The traffic was dense, but not too slow. His fingers on the wheel tightened their hold.

“Okay.”

“I just… I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Now, you’re the one apologizing when you shouldn’t,” he joked, and you welcomed it with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

But Ben wasn’t buying it. There was more to it all than mere fatigue. He had seen you exhausted before, annoyed, angry… now, you seemed afraid.

“When I held you last night, I didn’t really think this through,” he admitted. “But it was nice.”

“Yeah… yeah, it was nice.”

“I won’t do it again though, if you don’t feel comfortable being touched like that.”

But when you turned to him, he could feel the intensity of your gaze burn a hole in his head.

“I don’t really get why you held me like this though. And why you kept on holding me in your sleep.”

He struggled to swallow, shrugging.

“I don’t know… I just… I just wanted to.”

“Do you… do you remember what you said?”

He froze, the cars before him becoming blurred. Slowly, he glanced over at you, before focusing on the road once more. He shifted in his seat, uneasy.

“What?”

“You said… you said something when you were holding me. What did you mean?”

“No… nothing. I was just… I don’t know.”

He bit the inside of his cheek.

“I just… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what now?”

“I… I didn’t think you could hear me. I thought you were asleep. Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“I don’t know… I was… I hoped you meant it in one way, and I was worried you didn’t.”

He frowned a little at that.

“What way were you hoping for?”

You took a deep breath, he heard it. When he glanced at you, you were visibly nervous.

“Not in a friendly way.”

Despite the road before you and the moving cars around you, Ben couldn’t help but stare at you for several seconds.

“Really?”

Slowly, you nodded.

“Yeah…”

“Like in a… romantic way?”

“Yeah.”

His heart was beating so fast by now, and he used every bit of restrain in his body to keep his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t mean it in a friendly way. I… I kind of like you. A lot.”

“Like like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Will you hate me from now on because of that?”

He was surprised when you chuckled.

“Actually, I’d rather ask you on a date.”

It was his time to laugh, louder than you though.

“Really?”

“Yeah… unless you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I do! I do want to go on a date.”

He was blushing profusely now, you noticed, and it made you smile. But then he laughed. Uncontrollably, in waves, and you frowned a little at the sight.

“This hotel room really was an abominable idea,” he laughed, and you finally joined him, although, soon enough, you were shrugging.

“I don’t know… perhaps it wasn’t that bad, after all.”

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Taglist : @sergeantbuckybarnes @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic

[cheerleaderman]

Hi! 👋

While browsing your profile, I saw that you had kindly drawn our OCs 🥹 (congratulations on surpassing 100 followers 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊).

Could I ask you to draw my OC Andy with your Yuya? 👉👈

As for the scene, feel free to draw whatever you like!

Thanks again for this event 💕💝💖

Hello hello !✨💫thank you very much

They have everything under control

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

HI HI! Hi :D!

I am the same anon who asked for headcanons with the base stardew valley crew reacting to a cottagecore witch/wizard who makes artisan goods, potions and enchanted goods!

So I come to you with another request >:D! The same idea as my first request but this time with Stardew Valley expanded and maybe Ridgeside Village if you feel like it. If not, then I am perfectly okay with you just focusing on one of them ^w^

Thank-you in advance!

Hey hey, dear anon 👋 Glad to see you again!

I'll leave only SVE in this ask, and describe all SVE NPCs (not counting members of The First Slash Clan besides Jolyne and Lance, since we don't know much about them yet). Enjoy 🫰💕

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SVE NPCs react to cottagecore Wizard/Witch!Farmer:

Well, Magnus wouldn't be surprised here, as he had seen Farmer's magical potential even before they arrived in the Pelican Town. But old wizard thought they would only be venturing into the farm's field of endeavour, and not yet into alchemy and enchantment. Magnus will be a little concerned, as Farmer actually needs official permission from the Ministry so they can safely brew potions and create trinkets without fear of being accused of illegal use of magic or even being declared a renegade. He's just giving them fair warning.

What in the tarnation is Farmer offering Andy? Huh? Elixirs? Heck no, he'd been burned once by some charlatan's "miracle ointment". After that the old farmer's hair fell out, which he used to cover his baldness with a cap (the hair grow back, the cap habit remained). So nope, though Farmer is his friend and he is grateful for their homemade mead, but he doesn't believe in any elixirs. And doesn't believe in magic either. Don't talk nonsense, Farmer.

Huh, both farmer and adventurer - and now a wizard/witch as well? Impressive! Jolyne truly admires Farmer and is grateful for all the healing potions they made for The First Slash Clan. She also notes that thanks to the cheese, pickles and other artisan goods that fill the clan's pantry, they will definitely not go hungry in case the enemy cuts off any opportunity to move to the mainland. Heh, talented person is talented at everything, right?

Sophia loves to visit Farmer's house, because every corner of their home is an aesthetic delight! All those little vials of spices, bottles with beautiful labels, the smell of herbs, the collection of gems. They even have a huge cauldron! She'll take quite a few selfies and photos, praising the aesthetics of her friend's home, as well as their generosity for the fairy roses and homemade fairy rose honey she received as gifts. However, whether the girl believes Farmer is a real witch/wizard is still unclear.

Along with her pink-haired friend, Scarlett will wonder and marvel at the beauty of Farmer's hermit witch-style farmhouse ("style?"), and won't forget to take a hundred photos for the "aesthetics" folder, too. She'll also really enjoy the trinkets Farmer made for her. A good luck charm? Hehehe, cool, she loves a beautiful green stone in jewellery, just like the real thing! Tho she will be surprised when the amulet lights up and starts working magic, really bringing a little luck into the girl's life. H-how?!

Victor always praised Farmer, saying that they "doing magic" when he tasted their homemade cheese or iridium quality wine. To which Farmer replied that "he hadn't seen real magic yet" and showed him a whole collection of trinkets they had enchanted to give him one ability or another. The spaghetti lover's jaw would drop at what he saw. Yes, he believes in magic, and yes, he believes Farmer 100% that the amulet he received as a gift will protect him from harm.

Well, well, well, what do we have here~ Camilla sensed potential in Farmer, but she didn't think they'd be casting difficult spells on amulets and armor at such a young age. Hmm? Official authorization? Forget those old farts in Ministry and Magnus' lectures. By the time they give permission, Farmer will be old as Razzy. No, a talent like that can't go to waste, and the Castle Village witch wants to teach Farmer more tricks. No, it won't interfere with their farming business either. Oh, she can't wait~

Ok, Farmer has a 'gift', and another mage/witch has appeared in the Stardew Valley. So what? Isaac meets mages almost every day, why should he be surprised by another one? The adventurer doesn't understand why there's such a dance and attention around Farmer at all. What's so special about them that almost all of his colleagues burned his ears? Making jelly and sorcery - well, great, but let them not bother him with trinkets and potions of dubious quality (Isaac knows about Farmer's abilities, but does not trust them, considering them self-taught).

Ah, a fellow wizard/witch? Lance is pleasantly surprised at Farmer's ability to devote both to farming and to brewing elixirs, which is also quite a delicate job. After all, put the wrong proportion in the cauldron and disaster is imminent. Like the old purple haired wizard, the gallant adventurer is a little worried about official permission for enchantment and spell casting from the Ministry, but knows that Farmer is an adult and will sort it out for themself.

Yay! Apples love the starfruit and raisins that Farmer makes themself and treats for them! Presents for Apples! And Apples' Friend does sorcery and brews potions, just like that slightly grumpy wizard! Apples can conjure forest magic too! Hooray for Apples, hooray for Farmer! Magic is all around, and they feel great. Oh, Apples want to give Farmer presents too! Mushrooms and flower that they make juice from to help people and Apples! Yay to Apples' Friend! *Meep!*

Hmm, strange. Alesia remembers exactly how her former teacher mentioned that their new member of the Adventurer's Guild is a farmer and adventurer. But not a word about magic, elixirs, or enchanting things. Maybe the sniper let that pass her ears, she has a mouthful of worries right now. No matter, she's glad Marlon is not left without magical support now that Farmer supplies him not only with provisions from the farm, but also with potions and enchanted rings/amulets. She is always glad to see noble and good-natured warriors.

To be honest, Olivia hadn't paid much attention to Farmer's unusual clothes or their home decor at first. Everyone has different tastes, and she even thought their pointy hats and capes were cute. She trusted the quality of goods that Farmer's produced at the farm, so she accepted the "elixir of serenity" without question, considering it just a homemade essential oil. The former Joja accountant would definitely be shocked when, after opening a few vials, magical chaos began to happen in her house. Well what did she want, Farmer had given her fair warning.

How is it Farmer was already ahead of Jadu in enchanting and elixir brewing skills! Such fine craftsmanship he hadn't seen even from the adepts in Castle Village! He had heard of the talented farmer from Stardew Valley, but he didn't expect that talent to extend to his realm as well. The young wizard wouldn't mind exchanging trinkets with them, as well as knowledge of enchantment. They have official permission from the Ministry, right?

Have mercy on poor Claire... She thought due to fatigue that the magical flow, flying books and running apples on the floor was her hallucination from lack of sleep. Farmer invited the cashier to spend the night in their house, as she missed the bus, and the girl thought that she would sleep well, not rushing to work in the morning. Except that the strange sounds and magic around her decided otherwise. At least the "vigor potion" helped the girl to be awake, even more awake than usual. She was afraid to ask about the origin of the potion, tho.

Oh dear, Farmer just spoils old Susan with their homemade cheeses, delicious pastries, and truffle oil! She is always happy to see cheerful young one, to praise their gifts, and to give them something in return. She may suspect something about magic and be a little afraid of it, but she realizes that Farmer is a kind soul, and that they won't slip her something poisoned. Especially after that plant growth potion that apparently her crops really liked. Susan's melons are so happy!

[haveyouusedthispokemon]

hi, sorry to annoy with another contribution but i REALLY wanted to share my indigo disc team.

The names in “” are not in game, as this entire team was gotten through wonder trade! Thought that would be fun. The bottom row are all hacked shinies that came at level 5. Quick name run through.

Egg is named after my Hisuian Voltorb from Legends Arceus. I got a shiny Voltorb, and named it after the Avalugg killer.

Andy Site (or just Andy) is just a rock pun. His entire role was admittedly just to let Egg do SOMETHING after using thunder wave. Fun fact: Andy is the only member who was from another country. Give it up for my Spanish lad.

Betsy is named after, no joke, my Stock Revolver on Spy in TF2. I name weapons I use a lot, and I go gun Spy mostly. The name just fit. (Also, her Tera Fighting, Choice Specs Aura Spheres are absolutely VIAL!)

Nally is named after McNally on YouTube, who’s a guy who does Lock Picking shorts and also lock destruction. Given how much I boosted Bullet Punch (Technician, STAB, Tera Steel, Punching Glove), felt right.

Eustace is named after an Ace Attorney character. Why? I was watching the Ace Attorney with a Real Lawyer series while grinding the team. (Specifically Investigations 1.) Tera Water for normal defensive Tera reasons. This was my final living team member on Keiren.

And finally Ephedra, named after the definitely not questionable crop. Been messing with a funny Breaking Bad based mod in Minecraft, and thought naming the ILLEGAL SHINY WEEDCAT after that was fitting. (Loaded Dice, Protean Triple Axel go brrrrrr)

(Sorry bout the long ask, am yapper.)

Not annoying and in fact very welcome! Thank you for sharing with us :D

I love doing runs with wonder trade teams! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I usually do ^^

It looks like you put a lot of thought into all these names! Sorry that the (probable) website names stopped you from naming them in-game, though 😔 Andy Site probably has a cool Spanish nickname though, so that’s fun! -edit- Turns out you can’t rename foreign pokemon, regardless of nickname. But Andy is still pretty awesome :D

And it sounds like Eustace was the specifically the Winner against Kieran! Living up to their namesake in a really cool way :D

Thank you again for sharing these and the stories behind them 💕

[kdramaspace]

MEMBER OF THE MONTH   ↳ Congrats andy @ryoun

💌 NOTES FROM THE ADMINS

Layla: Andy, first of all congrats on being the first motm for this year, a spot you deserved. i love seeing your content in the tag. you've been feeding us so many pretty sets, especially when it comes to older dramas! more love and content for older dramas💖💖💖. you have a lovely and unique style of giifing and i can recognize your content immediately. so thank you for being a member of our family and being an active one. wish you a happy new year filled with good vibes and for more great dramas to comes your way💓!  ↳ favorite works: [ 1, 2, 3 ]

Sam: Andy! It's been so nice getting other know you through your gifs. your brewing in love gifs have been making me eye the drama for awhile now...might have to give it a watch. whenever I see muted pinks and cyan green/blue I'm reminded of your gifs.I also love seeing all your lovely sets for our year in review event ❤︎ also all the alml throwbacks, how did you know I was a sucker for those? you're always showing the love for some old time faves and I love that for us. thank you for brining so many wonderful sets into our tag and I can't wait to see what 2025 has in store for you and your content-making! ↳ favorite works: [ 1, 2, 3 ]

Alexa: Andy! Congrats on being our first MoTM in 2025~ I am in love with your content! Your gifs are actually what convinced me to start Brewing Love and it ended up being one of my favorite kdramas of this year so I'm definitely so grateful to see your content on the dash and always look forward to seeing what you'll make. You're before & after coloring challenge that you just recently posted truly shows that your gifs are ART! They way you restore color and bring the shows back to life is is incredible! I'm looking forward to see what you'll make content for next! Thank you for being a part of kdramaspace <3 ↳ favorite works: [ 1, 2, 3 ]

Sya: Congratulations Andy for being MotM to start 2025!! thank you for feeding us with your art in the kdrama tag. your twinkling watermelon sets are always my fav and i love that you're giving life to the older kdramas with your beautiful edits. looking forward to more creations from you and i'm excited to know what new/older kdramas piques your interest. congratulations again and happy new year! 💕 ↳ favorite works: [ 1, 2, 3 ]

[theinheriteddutchess]

I just read Out of Time and loooooved it!!!! You mentioned it’s a standalone, but I was wondering if you have any HCs or ideas about them that you’d be willing to share?

A hoe can’t help but wonder what their first ::ahem:: union would be like 👀🫠

Hey, I know I'm late, I've been very distracted and I was thinking, do I even have headcanons?🤔

One of them is that Ari attacked Andy so he could take his place yes, but also he was jealous. He knows she was fond of Andy, and Andy was a kinder leader, he would have probably protected her. I think Ari thought in his rut that Andy might be competition. And he was stronger just after he had his rut, full of adrenaline, and it came as a surprise because Andy didn't lead the pack in a traditional way, he wasn't as strict, so he was not prepared. Meanwhile Ari's mind was on getting into a position where he could have her.

I haven't completely explored my ideas yet, but I think I'm really going for a community that's working on instincts and traditions. So it can look pretty rough for us humans. Reader pleads for mercy and you see Ari didn't have to give it. The rest of them don't like it perhaps, but they don't demand him not to kill the boy. He's in his right. (her mother and stepfather don't stand up either, they follow the rules, and she sees it as weakness)

So the only protection you have, is if anyone else is willing to fight for you.

Reader's father died fighting for her, and since Ari killed him, he was forced to wait years before he could pursue her again (probably the only protection anyone has against an unwilling mating). And I think that implies that pursuing might not be consensual. And especially now he's a leader, who's going to stop him? Time is running out but hasn't yet, so he's waiting and plotting, but if time's up...I fear reader wouldn't have options.

Her brother making one mistake is a great opportunity for him. I think he knew what she was going to do and he quickly turned things on her. And he was right.

There's a lot of cruelty there, a young boy having to fight a grown man in full strength, and everyone watching😬. And then they cheer because their leader instead has an unwilling mate. It's all hierarchy and following in line so they don't get punished. And there's a certain reverence for their leaders.

Her brother's probably going to feel guilty he's put her in this position, but eventually will he turn around? He's young, he might be impressionable, he might think things turned out fine🤷🏻‍♀️

As for their union 🫣 I am fully thinking she'll fight him but he won't hold back either. It will be fierce and wrong because she wanted to choose and she's disgusted with him. Will she be forever? She can't really escape, she needs to be at his side, leading their pack, and she is practical. She'll do the right thing and try to stir Ari into a kinder mindset. But will she succeed? Will she ever truly accept him, or love him?

How much will instinct play into this? What if she gets pregnant? How is Ari as a father?

In any way in our mind Ari is the bad guy, but in theirs? Ari is just a strict leader who follows their rules and is allowed to do these things. 😭😭

He's very pleased with himself🫠

Thank you so much for asking, I loved it. Sorry for the long rant, and not having many headcanons, I might come up with more, but feel free to ask if you ever need to know. I really kept it centered around this one moment in the story, but I think this pack might be really interesting to explore. I'm just not sure if I will get the Muse for it though. (I just really thought of this scene only, normally I get background, but this time it was just this scene)💕

[simpforchuchu]

How about more shoji content? Maybe a reader is new to town and doesn’t really know any of the gangs or what they do but helps him out one day so shoji decides to keep an eye on her just in case and basically becomes her bodyguard

Neighbor | Shoji Sameoka x reader

a/n: Hi! It’s been a while, sorry 🙏🏻This was soo cute idea to write ☺️ And if anyone wants, I’m sure it deserves a second part ;) Thank you for your request andI hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fights, blood, wounds, usual hnl warnings

Part2

The young girl closed the door and walked down the stairs and left the apartment. She sat on the last step of the stairs and tried to tie her laces. But her attention was distracted by the sounds coming from the building opposite.

She was quite bored with the fact that there was a different event every day in this new neighborhood she had just moved into. And her neighbor's friends across the street, whom she saw frequently - they looked more like his men - were not good for her tension.

Her eyes fell on the black-haired boy coming out of the apartment again. He was quite an interesting person. Besides his good looks, his style and hair were also eye-catching.

Y/n didn't even realize how long she was staring at him. One of the boys around the black-haired boy approached her when he noticed her staring intently at him.

“Oh! What are you looking at?!”

When the young girl was startled by a loud noise, Shoji grabbed the boy by the collar and scolded him not to scare the people on the street. While Y/n looked at them in surprise, Shoji glanced at her from the corner of his eye and walked away with the people next to him.

The young girl knew that he was a dangerous person. But there was something that set him apart from others. She wasn't afraid of him.

It wasn't easy to study with the black-haired boy on her mind all day. After spending hours in front of her book in the cafe, the young girl put her books in her bag and left.

It was dark and cool. When she entered the street with quick steps, she saw someone walking towards her apartment - or rather, barely able to keep his balance - Her fast steps slowed down, and she tried to understand what was happening from afar. But this effort turned out to be quite useless when the person she was watching suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Y/n quickly ran over, bent down and looked at the person on the ground. When she saw that he was her neighbor who had been on her mind all day, she looked at him with fear. It was obvious that there was a fight and it didn't look like he was the winner. The young boy's face was covered in wounds and the dried blood flowing from his forehead was frightening the young girl.

Shoji opened his eyes and looked at the young girl who was looking at him with concern. He wasn't expecting to see her either. A few seconds of silent staring ended with y/n's thoughts that she had to do something now.

The young girl helped Shoji up from the ground with all her strength. Even though Shoji didn't want to put his weight on her, he didn't have the strength in his legs to support himself right now.

Y/n didn't know how she managed herself. She was carrying Shoji home with all her strength. She was about to be crushed under his tall height and arms, but she was very determined. Even though Shoji told her several times to let him go, she didn't listen and continued.

Although climbing the stairs was the hardest part, the young girl breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived in front of her own apartment. The young girl gently placed the black-haired boy on the sofa and locked the door. She closed the windows, closed the curtain and looked out through a small gap.

Shoji was watching her with one eye, which he was barely trying to keep open. He looked at the young girl's frightened face and wanted to laugh.

“Oi! If you are afraid, why did you bring me to your apartment?

Y/n turned to the young boy at the voice she heard. He was acting like an annoying brat. She shrugged and ran into the bathroom without saying anything.

Shoji didn't understand. He didn't understand anything. But he trusted the young girl - even though he didn't understand why - That's why he couldn't stop the sleep that engulfed him anymore.

Y/n left the supplies she took out of the bathroom cabinet on the coffee table in the living room and turned to the boy she left on the couch. Seeing that he had already fallen asleep, she stood up nervously and approached him.

His hair, which she liked very much, was messy, his face had many wounds, and there were blood stains on his shirt. But she still thought he was quite attractive.

She shook her head and pushed these thoughts away from her mind. She moved the coffee table closer to the couch and began to clean the young boy's wounds.

Even though he was sleeping, she could see that the alcohol was hurting him. When he was startled with pain, she would apologize in a sweet tone and continue doing what she was doing.

After the wounds and blood on his face were done, she slowly took off his jacket and shirt. Although it was quite difficult, she put the clothes aside to be washed and looked at the young boy's chest. There were bruises and scratches on his white chest. She could guess how far the fight had gone and it scared her. She took the blanket from the couch and covered the young boy.

Y/n had been checking the young boy's temperature all night. Sometimes she wondered if he would be angry with her when he woke up, but she thought she didn't care. She also slept for 1-2 hours in the morning and woke up again with the sunlight.

She checked the young boy's temperature and smiled when she saw that it was still okay. She stood up and moved to the window. She opened the curtain a little and checked outside. She was still afraid that someone would come and take him away, and while she was thinking about these, she didn't even realize that the young boy had woken up and was standing behind her.

“Don't worry, no one will come.”

Y/n was startled by the husky voice and turned around. She didn't expect the young boy to be standing behind her, staring at her. She put her hand to her heart and sighed.

"You scared me."

Shoji mumbled a small apology and then looked into the young girl's eyes.

“Why did you help me?”

Although the young girl was a little stunned by this question, she smiled and answered playfully.

“Because you are my neighbor.”

“Huh?!”

“You are my neighbor, you live in the opposite building.”

When the young girl spoke confidently, Shoji replied sarcastically.

“You can't let everyone into your home just because they're your neighbors. Don't you realize this is dangerous?" He asked, getting a little closer to the girl. “Besides… aren't you afraid of me?”

The young girl looked at Shoji's face in surprise for a while. She smiled and shook her head.

"No."

“Why?"

“Because you are different.” The young girl said and Shoji laughed.

“How do you know that I am different? I'm just one of the delinquents who scared you yesterday."

Y/n smiled and shook her head as the memory came to mind.

"You're different. A person I should be afraid of wouldn't tell his mother he's sorry in his sleep."

When Shoji turned his head shyly, the young girl smiled. She knew that he had a sweet character underneath his cold appearance.

The closeness between them and what he said made Shoji uneasy. Realizing that he still didn't have his shirt on, he asked the young girl.

“By the way… where is my t-shirt?”

The young girl opened her eyes wide. Afraid of his misunderstanding, she ran to bring the T-shirt and jacket she had washed. While Shoji looked behind her in surprise, he smiled when he saw the girl coming a few minutes later with his t-shirt in her hand.

“I… well… there was a lot of blood.I washed it, take it."

Smiling at the young girl's blushing face, he took his t-shirt and put it on. Y/n protested when he said he should leave after a small thank you.

"Let's eat. Besides, you don't know if it's dangerous out there. What if they are waiting for you?”

Y/n couldn't hide that she was worried about him. She didn't want to send him away after seeing his blood covered face last night.

Shoji smiled,

"I have to go. Also, don't worry, they attacked me from behind last night. I will be more careful.”

Y/n didn't look convinced. But she knew she couldn't say anything. Shoji shook his head, looking at her worried face.

"Can you give me your phone?"

Even though the young girl did not understand, she took her phone out of her pocket and handed it to the black-haired boy. Shoji returned the phone a few seconds later

"This is my number. If you need anything, even the smallest thing, call me. I will be there."

Y/n smiled when she looked at the phone and saw that he had written his name as well. But she couldn't stop the fear inside her from speaking.

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes, I caused you a lot of trouble. Thank you for everything. So you can call me no matter what, no problem.”

Y/n shook her head as Shoji smiled.

“I didn't mean that.” The young boy didn't understand. Y/n continued. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

The black haired boy smiled and patted the young girl on the shoulder.

“Don't worry, I'm stronger than you think.” When Y/n rolled her eyes, Shoji opened the door and smiled. “See you later y/n, take care.”

Y/n nodded and smiled as the young boy walked out the door. She waved until he left. But after a few seconds, she looked at the road in surprise at what she realized. She hadn't told him her name before...

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[ackackh]

AU headcanon game: Hilldane meet the family and the family's cool with them. 💕

Hey @lizisodd ! I’m tagging you because this has been in my drafts for so long I’m afraid Tumblr won’t notify you! Thank you for sending this and thank you for waiting forever for me to answer!! 💚

Omg I needed this. I’m being so mean to them recently, I gotta give them some love.

So, we know Eddie had younger siblings. And that’s a lot to come home and tell everyone at once. So I think he tells Mamma and Daddy first. Like, maybe this is a more modern au? They’re out to dinner or Mamma has made dinner and they know they’re gonna meet Eddie’s SO. And Eddie is nervous, bc why wouldn’t he be, but also he knows his parents love him no matter what.

Andy is NERVOUS. Like taking-off-his-hat-to-shake-hands, hello-ma’am-how-do-you-do nervous. Eddie keeps rubbing at his arm or his back, squeezing his hand while they wait. And of course, Mamma and Daddy are… surprised, to say the least. Maybe dinner is a little awkward, “So what do you do for a living, Andy?” Rather than “What are your intentions with my son?” And after the dinner Andy gets an approving handshake from Daddy and a hug from Mamma, thank God. Eddie’s got this smug smirk like he knew all along there was nothing to worry about.

Meeting the siblings is a different story. Which is that Eddie just pulls off the bandaid and Andy gets to meet all of them at once. They ask so. Many. Questions. And half of them are none of their business. Eddie lets Andy field most of them, but every once in a while he speaks up when Andy looks a little lost or overwhelmed or just doesn’t know how to answer. It’s entertaining. it’s cute! Eddie’s siblings are protective, so they DO give Andy the shovel talk, the older ones do anyway. Honestly, Andy might find it flattering.

As for Andy’s family. Eddie is a little terrified because Mr. Haldane is sort of a gruff man (on the outside). And Andy’s dad thinks he’s so fuckin funny and decides to speak in Scots at first just to watch Eddie try to keep up, meanwhile Andy is like “DaAaDd!” Andy’s mom has already adopted him, she’s knitting him a Christmas stocking as we speak. She’s like the lord has blessed me with another son, god is good, end of story. (And if Eddie were to break his heart she’d probably burn his house down, don’t worry about it)

Bill is supportive but also a little shit (youngest siblings stand up) and really makes Eddie work for it. Gives him the third degree over beers at his place. By the end of the night though, they’re drunk and getting along like a house on fire.

Thank you again!!! 💚