#I should probably start tagging my art again huh?

[suntann]

lol me when my gf gets turned into a god

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 1

Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem) A/N: I don't know what I'm doing here, I'm not even much of a DC fan, but Jason Todd has quickly become my latest hyper fixation character (Harley Quinn too, do I just have a thing for Joker victims???) so ... thank you for giving me a place to put this energy I guess! 😂 I'm not super confident on the characterizations, but I'm going with it because I like it. If it's wildly ooc ... that tracks, given that the only DC comic I've read is Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. Read it, or don't, I just needed to get the thoughts out of my head. The art doesn't belong to me, but the writing does. Please do not post elsewhere!

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, starting out fluffy, will probably get NSFW later so minors DNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

word count: 1.7k

Chapter Selection

In a city known for its masked fighters, you learn pretty quickly that everyone and everything is a potential threat. Every approaching stranger on the street, every loud sound behind you, every dark alleyway. Being bigger than me certainly isn't a prerequisite to being a danger, but it does have a way of setting off my mental alarms. I've found that big men are used to getting their way, and they get all sorts of bent out of shape if you deny them their wishes. Especially when they think they're doing you a favor.

It died down a bit after high school; I learned to exist in public with ‘fuck off’ stamped across my face. Headphones on, reading a book, intentionally seated at the table furthest from the other cafe patrons. All the typical signs of someone who wants to be left alone; nothing about me said ‘please come talk to me'. So I was understandably on edge when I noticed someone standing by the chair across from me. I look up just a bit, gesturing to the chair with a nod. Silent consent to take it back to his table and leave me to my book.

No such luck. The man simply smiled and mimed taking headphones off. Putting a bored look on my face, I moved one off my ear. “... Hm?”

“Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my brother thinks you're really beautiful and is refusing to come tell you himself.” 

I could feel my expression turning to stone. “... What is this, middle school?”

His cheerful grin faltered ever so slightly; “hey, I know it's a bit silly, but he's awkward around cute girls, so what's a brother to do, ya know?”

I stared him down; “... You're not fooling anyone. Move on.”

“... Sorry, ‘fooling anyone’?”

“It’s not funny, it’s not even hurtful the 20th time, it's just annoying. Go. Away.” It was a lie; it was always painful to be on the receiving end of these pranks. But that was what these guys wanted, so I wasn't going to tell him that. My headphones back in place, the guy slunk away.

Ten minutes later, another person was standing by the chair. I pretended not to see him, continuing to read my book, until he plopped down in the seat. I looked up slowly and he smiled, another oddly warm smile, leaning forward on his elbows.

An incredibly put-out sigh later, I slid the headphones off one ear again. “What?”

“Hi, I'm Tim! I'm not sure what exactly my brother said to you, but I wanted to let you know - we're not trying to prank you or something. Our brother is just way too awkward with girls. It's painful to watch, really, so we figured we'd give him a hand.” He spoke much too fast for me to get a word in. I blinked a bit, raising an eyebrow.

“... You frat boys are really committing to the bit these days, huh?”

“Huh? No, really, I promise!”

My headphones were nearly back into place when a child showed up. His impatient expression matched how I felt about the whole situation. “As usual, Drake, your plans are far too convoluted to be effective. Watch and learn.”

He turned to me, nothing about his demeanor changing; “hello. Todd said we shouldn't bother you because you ‘clearly want to be alone’, but I am convinced the only way to stop their nonsense is if he comes over. May he have a moment of your time?”

Frowning a little, I stared at the kid. He stared right back, neither of us blinking for a solid minute as we sussed each other out. His expression barely changed, but the boredom in his eyes turned into determination. “... Well, you're definitely not a frat boy. So I'll make you a deal; you may report back that he has permission to come say hi. If he doesn't choose to, that's the end of this little charade. And if either of them” I gestured to the one sitting at my table; “comes back over here, I start stabbing. Got it?”

The boy nodded once, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk. “You have my word.” He dragged the other man out of the chair by his shirt, pulling him stumbling toward their table. That was when I saw him. The only person at their table who hadn't come over yet. Even hunched over the table he was enormous, probably close to six feet tall; exactly the kind of man I typically avoided. The kid spoke sharply, pointing in my direction, and his head shot up to look in my direction. Even from across the spacious patio, I could see his face turning red. The obnoxious, cocky smirk I was expecting to see was entirely missing; instead he seemed almost confused.

Headphones back on but turned off so I could hear if he approached, I returned to my book. But I only got through a few pages before the first one shouted; “and offer to get her another coffee or something!”

I looked over to see the tall one frozen halfway between our tables, a look on his face like he was considering jumping over the patio fence to get away. His demeanor reminded me of a lost puppy, and I couldn't help the chuckle that rose up out of my throat. I bookmarked my page, set the book aside, and slid my headphones down around my neck. I really thought he was about to bolt until I lifted one hand, curling my fingers to gesture for him to continue toward me.

He stopped short by a good several feet, eyeing the distance between himself and the chair, and took one extra step back. It seemed as if he was hyper aware of just how much he loomed over me; the way he stood was like he was trying to will himself to be smaller, and he kept his hands at his sides. “Um … hi. … Sorry, this is … this is really weird …”

I nodded, watching him. “It is a bit. … Todd, was it?”

“Jay… Jason.”

“Not Todd?”

“Jason Todd. Damian calls me Todd, he thinks using people's last names keeps them at an arm's length…” Jason Todd. The name felt familiar, but I couldn't place why. He continued to ramble about how important tone was in determining whether this Damian kid was referring to you with affection or disdain, and I watched him. He was admittedly very cute; he had a sort of a bad boy aesthetic -leather jacket, dark clothes, a white streak in his hair, some unusual scars on his face and arms-, which juxtaposed interestingly with the gentleness in his voice, bright eyes, and awkward mannerisms. That was actually the thing that made the most sense about this situation; bikers are often secret teddy bears.

“... Jason?”

He looked up at me, one hand sheepishly making its way into his hair. “Yeah, sorry, you want me to go. I'll get them to stop harassing you, so sorry-”

“Actually, I was going to say you don't have to stand the whole time.” I gestured to the chair across from me.

He hesitated, watching me. “... Y- you don't want me to go?”

I smiled softly and shook my head. “Sit?”

He quickly obeyed, a hesitant smile on his face, which was almost immediately hidden by his hand when his brothers whooped from their table. “... God, I'm so sorry … th- they mean well, really, they're not trying to be weird …”

I laughed softly, “it's fine, that's what siblings do, right?”

“... I guess so … I've been sort of … away for a while, but I guess this is pretty standard sibling behavior. … Right?”

“I mean, a little more insistent than mine, but not too far outside the realm of what I’d consider normal.” I shrugged, finishing my chai latte.

He smiled slightly, considering that. “... Hm … um … c- can I get you another?” He gestured to my cup.

“... Sure, I've got time.”

The pleased grin on his face as he looked away to flag down a server surprised me. Then again, everything about him was surprising. Still, no one had ever looked at me quite like that before… 

The server sauntered over, clearly curious about my new companion. Jason smiled brightly; “Hi, can we get another for the lady? And I'll have a medium black coffee, sweet, please.”

Huh. He called me a ‘lady’. Not a girl, or a chick, a lady. That was … also surprising. We chatted for a little while, sipping our coffees, and tried to ignore his staring brothers. He was incredibly awkward, in a sweet, endearing way. I got the impression that he wasn't fully comfortable, but chalked it up to how weirdly this all started. After a while, the first one returned, a small grimace on his face.

I raised an eyebrow; “I'm pretty sure I told the little one that the next one of you to come over was getting stabbed.”

“I know, I know! I'm so sorry, but Jay, we gotta go. Bruce texted…”

That was when it clicked; why I knew the name Jason Todd. He was a Wayne … his death had dominated the news cycle for a week. His miraculous, frankly poorly explained, return was the story for at least two.

He looked, torn, between me and his brother. “Oh … um …”

The man I finally recognized as Dick Grayson leaned forward and fake-whispered, “the words you're looking for are ‘can I have your phone number'?”

Jason swatted him away, blushing bright red; “Seriously, Dick? … well, can I-”

His ears were turning red as I held my hand out for his phone. I added my contact info and, feeling unusually bold, I added ☕💖 after my name while Jason dropped a couple of bills on the table; I smiled a bit, realizing he was leaving enough to cover my first drink for me too. I passed his phone back, enjoying the look of wonder on his face when he checked the screen. The way he whispered my name, like a prayer meant only for god's ears, had my stomach doing backflips.

“thanks … I'll call you?”

“Sounds good. I'm a night owl, so not too early, yeah?”

He nodded eagerly. “Not too early, promise.”

Next ->

[michellemisfit]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for creating the game and for the tag @jrooc thanks for the tag @vintagelacerosette

Today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Michelle, michellemisfit

Current Location: Living room, surrounded by feathers, as I’m currently fletching some arrows

Favourite picrew: This one is pretty fucking spot on. Or at least it was at the time. Hair is very different now. But then, hair is always different… lol

Also this one is spiritually VERY me

What's one thing you want in a picrew? Ability to add coloured streaks! And a wide selection of scars, or alternatively the ability to move them around the screen. Either is fine. But mostly the hair thing. My hair is generally 4 different colours. Don’t try and limit me to one!!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Erm… 3 way tie between Mexico Gallacrafts, Fimo Gallavich, and Cookie Gallavich? Maybe? Argh. Turns out, looking back at my art tag… I’ve created some pretty cool stuff. Huh. Yay me.

Why is it your favourite? I don’t really do photography, and I’m really proud of the idea behind and the execution of that photo. And while I LOVE drawing more than anything, I don’t think I’m exceptional or anything. But I’m damn creative when it comes to silly 3D craft projects, so both Fimo Gallavich and Cookie Gallavich make me happy and feel like something not just anyone could do… I dunno.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? It was LONG to create. Both cookie and Fimo Gallavich took several days in total. And I think that’s the other thing I like about myself. I am willing to put in the work, and it usually pays off.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Hah! You’ll be able to corroborate this, I’m not just sucking up!! LOL I’m currently reading Camp is a Battlefield by @blue-disco-lights, @jrooc, and @mybrainismelted, with artwork by @creepkinginc, so that’s the last one I commented on :)

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I mean… every single WIP I have ever started reading, only to realise that maybe there won’t be any more of it… 😱 Every. Single. One. They’re all special, and they all hurt in their own special ways. And I will remain subscribed to all of them FOREVER, because you never know!!

Also? Comment on WIPs. Tell authors how much joy the story brought you, how much space it’s occupying in your brain, how much you would love to see it continue but how happy you are to have read as much of the story as there is because it’s changed your brain chemistry… do NOT comment saying ‘next chapter when?’, cause that makes you a dick bag.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I’m a sucker for fake dating, only one bed, and a soulmate AU 🤷🏽‍♂️

Least favourite? …not a huge fan of kid fic, but hey, all it takes is a great author to make it work.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Again, do not kink shame, because you’re only ever one good fanfic away from discovering something about yourself you did NOT see coming…

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Exhausted and antsy. Is it good enough? Are people gonna like it? Should I even bother anyone with this? Why don’t I just go and hide under a rock forever?? I felt okay about this when I finished it, why is it suddenly the worst thing to have ever been created??? …I wish there was a sense of calm and accomplishment. There is not. Brains suck!

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: @deedala - I so appreciate how we’re on a similar wave length when it comes to art as well as ‘everybody wants to hunt me for sport’ vibes. I know I can always count on you for kind but honest words, and that’s so important!!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Read comfort fic. Probably Like Real People Do or None the Wiser.

Edit: Also? Go and read comments and tags on old art posts. That’s a sure fire way to cheer me up!

This was fun, and made the 15 minute wait between fletching each feather pass much faster. Thanks!!

If you are currently making your own arrows and need something to occupy your wait time with… how about completing a tag game? lol

@heymrspatel @loftec @creepkinginc @deedala @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @mikhailoisbaby @sickness-health-all-that-shit @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @energievie @junemermaid @francesrose3 @deathclassic @faejilly @rutherinahobbit @gallawitchxx @look-i-love-u @jessij1997 @callivich @celestialmickey @wehangout @doshiart @lynne-monstr @the-rat-wins @blue-disco-lights @suzy-queued @sleepyfacetoughguy @spookygingerr @burninface @gallapiech

[byslantedlight]

Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. 💖💖💖 First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!

This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.

But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? 😬

So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)

Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. 😁 And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? 🤨)

So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. 😊

Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!

[askdeoxys]

Deoxys lingered in his seat for his least favorite pastime..: people watching. He knew it bad for him, but he couldn't help it. If he couldn't have it himself, he could at least live vicariously through those who walked past him.

He watched the countless social encounters progress past him. It was, of course, his own fault that he didn't have what he watched. There were attempts from others-- there were moments where a spark formed-- where he may have had a chance for something deeper. But.., did he deserve it? That was always the problem. Every chance he had-- Deoxys let it slip..

..

However, his train of thought cut-- a presence descended upon him.. In his own paranoia, his orb sparked, and he dreaded the worst upon him.

..Huh?

The alien started at the mon before him. Was this.. a farce?- a prank of some kind? ..No, what a ridiculous question. Deoxys inherently knew the intent of those around him. He knew the words of the fruity man to be true..

Deoxys had only one response-- a response that was repeated over a dozen times.. at least. Fortunate for him, the friendly mon matched his energy:

And, like that, Deoxys tried again. Why not? He knew it would end all the same like it always had. It would end with Deoxys, full of fright, letting it slip by the wayside. It might as well have been written in stone.

Despite the future Deoxys was sure would come to fruition.., he allowed the mon to invite him out. What was the worst that could happen?

The two departed together, both parties unaware of the bond that would soon form..

Across the town, Marcin took Deoxys more places than he could count. Marcin was genuine, and he was true.

The night of fun turned into days which turned into weeks. Deoxys continued to come back to find his new friend, and he didn't know why. Why waste his time? It was destined to end as it always does: with Deoxys running away. ..Yet, Deoxys continuously returned. He desired more time with Marcin-- he desired to grow this friendship.

Why? It was a question he was unable to answer.

Maybe, this time.. Maybe he wouldn't run away.. Maybe he could allow himself the chance.

During yet another day where the two decided to meet- during a bright, sunny day- Deoxys knew he had to voice his feelings.

That bright, sunny day- as the pair walked- Deoxys couldn't help himself but let out what he was thinking, "I.. won't dump upon you my burdens, but I.. am not used to accepting such kidness. Usually, I would run from these kind of things.. or just flat out not show up. Yet, I find myself coming back- again and again."

"I just wanted to thank you, that is all. You are a very kind soul, Marcin, and I think this budding friendship has opened my face. And, I think.. I think I like this universe. I am going to stick around. At least, if you'll have me. Would that be okay? May I continue to visit you?"

If this friendship worked out, maybe his other ones would too.

Maybe, he thought, Maybe he should check on his other.. friends? Did he deserve to call them that? Maybe he should check on them as well.. Maybe they would be happy to see him.

[ @harmonia-university ]

'Wait a second, askdeoxys, isn't most of that art from a year ago?? Isn't there some style clashing there? Those cameos, those can't be canon, can they???' You're probably asking.. Perhaps, perhaps.. Who is to say, really.. I am not going to tag the people whose characters I stole, we'll see if they NOTICE. However, I needed some cameos, so like the community menace I am, I TOOK them. Yeehaw

[ponymations]

Ayano dialogue: Doki Doki Literature club

Sayori:

“Sayori is such a sweet girl, pity she uses drugs in her off time.”

“I saw Sayori skipping school to tag buildings. You never really know someone huh?”

“Sayori should be careful, her clumsiness might lead to her fall off a building.”

"Sayori looks like a great friend, I would like to hang with her sometime."

“I pop off her scalp like the lid of a cookie jar, her mind melting on my fingers.”

Natsuki:

“I just realized you were talking to Natsuki. Took a minute since she’s SO unremarkable.”

“I cooked something for Natsuki to help her grow! It has a…special ingredient.”

“Natsuki is so cute. I just want to squeeze her until her neck snaps!”

"Natsuki's such a child, reading all of that silly manga. I bet you'd prefer a girl who reads books in the proper age range."

“You know what I heard about Natsuki? Natsuki likes maggots. And I’m gonna tell everyone.”

Yuri:

“So Yuri likes knives? Me too! I’m looking forward to showing her mine.”

“Careful with Yuri, Senpai. I tried talking to her and she cut me. So rude.”

“Did you hear about Yuri’s corpse fetish? It’s probably just a silly rumor.”

"Yuri's sophisticated act doesn't fool me, because I know what's she's hiding. Want me to tell you senpai?"

“I brandish my cutting knife, the raccoon flees in fear. A rush of blood. I slice it’s flesh. And I feed my love again.”

Monika:

“It looks like I have a tough opponent…for martial arts! Definitely that.”

“That Monika girl is weird, she told me I don’t belong in this game. What does that mean?”

"Do you know where Monika went? I could have sworn she was just here. I wanted to…tell her something."

"Dammit, where is she? I'll find her. Oh senpai! Didn't see you there. Just talking to myself."

"In your reality, if she doesn't love you, then I will."

Responses:

Sayori:

"Someone left a creepy poem about death in my locker today. I asked the other members and it wasn't any of theirs. Weird."

"Last night, I heard a strange voice while trying to sleep. It said awful things but I'm pretty sure it was just my inner voice."

"Oh my gosh! I found a noose hung outside my door! Who would do that?"

"Someone pushed me down the stairs today. Luckily I'm fine but the person left before I could see them."

"There's a girl hanging around school I've never met before. Maybe I can show her around sometime!"

Natsuki:

"I baked cupcakes this morning, but after a few minutes away I found they were all smashed! Whoever did this will regret messing with me!"

"I got a nasty email today. It said to watch my back or I'll die. Can I stay at your place tonight?"

"I found a dead mouse at my door. It was really gross. Did a cat leave it there?"

"I saw a girl staring at me at the store. They were holding a knife and it gave me chills. I told someone but she disappeared. Hope I never see her again."

"Help me! My manga showed up at my house. I don't know how they got there but we need to take them back before dad sees them!"

Yuri:

"Ever since I started reading the new horror novel, I've been feeling chills, like I've become part of one. Maybe I'm more invested than I thought."

"I found all my knives on the floor today. One of them wasn't mine and was covered in blood. I washed and kept it but it's still concerning."

"Someone sent me a gravestone with my name on it. It's actually really cool! I'll use it for this year's Halloween."

"I almost stepped on an exposed wire. It was outside my house like someone left it there. But why would someone do that?"

"OH! Someone tried choking me today with my scarf. Luckily, I had a knife and scared them away. I'm still shaken though, so can you walk home with me?

Monika:

"Ayano Aishi from Yandere simulator. Never had another game character visit my game before."

"Ayano's love for you is so strong she's crashing other games now. My love is stronger though, she won't stand a chance."

"I keep trying to delete her file, but it keeps coming back. She's really determined to kill us."

"Ayano doesn't scare me. She's such a stereotype that I can predict what she's going to do. The threatening letters, the watching through the windows, the gifts. Called them every time."

"It's actually becoming funny to watch her fail to kill me. I might keep her around a little longer before banning her file."

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 8/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

mmmm so theres some spice in this, proceed at your own risk.

Part 8

Dear friend across the river I’ll take what you can spare

I– did not exactly expect this. I thought a show about League of Legends characters would be suitable for kids but nope, this certainly isn’t.

We barely get half into the first episode when the doorbell rings. Damn delivery is fast here. Probably because it’s such a bougie neighborhood. Ezreal races to the door and K’Sante gets up too. He’s back quickly after, with a crate of beer, shortly followed by Ezreal balancing multiple pizza cartons and a paper bag. He loudly announces the different orders and hands them out. K’Sante grabs a few beers out of the crate. 

“Who wants one?” he asks and Kayn leans forward and reaches out, grabbing two. He looks at me and slightly tilts his head, a question in his eyes.

“Sure!” I say, smiling slightly. I rarely drink, my parents are a huge warning sign. But occasionally I actually like a beer or two. It also helps a lot with my shyness.

Soon everyone is drinking (except Sett) and eating fast food, watching the show, completely enthralled by the story unfolding on the screen. I love it. The art style is so gorgeous and my fingers are itching to draw some fanart of it.

“Vander or Silco?” Kayn asks laughing during one of the intro breaks. “And why is the correct answer Viktor?”

“Obviously you’re gonna pick the twink.” Yone answers.

Kayn laughs “It’s no secret that I like my women stronger and my men weaker than me.” I slightly blush, he really is not shy at all, huh? I could never be so open and proud about these things, I’m way too scared. My thoughts get interrupted by Ezreal saying “Honestly– don’t get me wrong, they are all very fine in their own way – but Jayce? He could get it.”

“Sure, that’s totally the way this would go, huh?” K’Sante now laughs too.

Kayn now looks at me “What about you, Hwei?” he asks.

“Oh god– uhh��� I like Ekko?” I stammer, blushing again. The beer helps a bit. Luckily, the episode starts and we all focus on the TV again. Well, all except for Sett and Aphelios. The blanket Sett pulled over them a while ago, barely hides what is happening. Aphelios has his eyes closed and is, not very successfully, trying to suppress soft whimpers as Sett touches him. His neck is a mess, covered in bruises and bitemarks and every time Sett leaves a new one, Aphelios shivers under his mouth. I can barely concentrate on the episode, glancing over at them constantly. At one point Sett actually catches me staring but instead of looking at me angry, he just gives me a big grin and a wink so I keep watching. Sett’s hand wanders under Aphelios’ top, grabbing his chest while slowly grinding against him from underneath. Aphelios tilts his neck way back, not able to stop the groan escaping his throat. I look away before it completely drives me crazy.

Towards the end of the episode I lose control and have to look over again. Aphelios has been suspiciously quiet since a little while and I was wondering if they stopped. Nope, apparently Sett had just shoved three fingers into Aphelios’ mouth, keeping him busy and quiet. Greedily, Aphelios sucks on the fingers, a small dribble of spit running down his chin. He doesn’t seem to notice it. Sett pulls his hand back, Aphelios trying to follow with his head but immediately pushed back when Sett grabs his chin and tilts his head to the side, sucking on his neck, his hand moving in slow strokes under the blanket. My heart is beating so fast now and my breath is heavy. I completely forget about the show in the background as my head gets dizzy.

Suddenly Ezreal whispers into my ear from behind me, causing me to jerk slightly forward, feeling caught. “You seem to be having fun – oh it’s all good, sorry for scaring you! – Your hair looks so wonderfully fluffy, you mind if I touch it?”

“No, go ahead.” Merely a breathless whisper. What am I doing? I want this, I really crave touch right now and also, it’s fucking Ezreal? But who am I, that I admit such things? Sure, it’s nothing scandalous but still.

I close my eyes when I feel his right hand pushing into my hair, his fingers softly scratching my scalp. I bite back all the noises my throat is trying to make and lean into his hand. He softly chuckles and keeps his fingers wandering through my hair, playing with the strands. I lose track of time and just relax, enjoying the sensation.

A soft gasp escapes me when he rubs the spot on my neck right under my ear. After a while, his second hand joins in. He grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back, his other hand tilting my chin up and running over my neck slowly. When I shudder slightly he laughs and lets go, ruffling through my hair for a last time. “That’s enough for now, don’t want you to go crazy, huh?” he teases. I can’t even answer, my mind is a chaos of hornyness, embarrassment and a little bit of shame for the fact that the embarrassment is making me even hornier.

I open my eyes and quickly look over the round to see if anyone might have noticed the whole thing. Sett and Aphelios are still busy with each other and Kayn is looking at the TV with a slightly sour face. Oh no, did he see and is now mad that he’s literally sandwiched in between all that’s happening right now? I really hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable. I assumed Ezreal would know if that was okay around his friend. At least K’Sante and Yone both seem fully focused on the show.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Two Decades Apart, I Still See Your Heart

Ship: Norman Osborn x Keaton Baudelaire (Divorcees AU)

Word Count: 1331

Summary: While at the same press event, Norman and Keaton cross paths for the first time in the two decades since they divorced. They discuss how life had changed for both of them since that decision, and find they may still be attracted to each other... | Cws for brief alcohol and food mentions, implications of death (for Norman's second spouse/ex-wife), possibly vague ideations of cheating if you squint.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Two decades passed before Norman Osborn crossed paths with his first spouse again. In that time, he had met a woman, remarried, had a child with her, and watched her leave him for her untimely death. Grief threw him more into his business, Oscorp, than ever before, leaving little time for him to connect with his son, Harry. Luckily, Harry had Peter Parker, his dear teenhood friend. In months, they would be graduating.

On the opposite side of the pond, Keaton Baudelaire, Norman’s ex-husband, had become a thriving author and was currently dating a radio host. He was, for the most part, content. He had enough money to live the way he wanted while remaining modest, he had a fun boyfriend, and most importantly, people liked his art. He didn’t think about Norman much these days… after all, that was roughly twenty years ago. They had moved up and on from each other.

Little did either of them know they had been invited to the same press event one night. Keaton had seen Norman across the room, socializing, as soon as he had entered the convention hall. He almost hadn’t recognized him, with his now-lined face and the subtle start of grey at the tips of his chestnut hair. Choosing to ignore him for the time being, he busied himself with the catering and talked amongst his own peers: publishers, fellow authors, and rich fans. The ex-husbands managed to keep their distance throughout a large part of the event, until Norman purposefully approached Keaton at the drinks table.

“Keaton?” He prompted curiously, making him jolt and spill champagne on the front of his peacock-coloured suit.

“Gee, thanks Norman,” Keaton responded as he turned to face him, though his snark held no real contempt.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Here,” he quickly produced a baby blue handkerchief and, in an act of second nature, began dabbing at the front of Keaton’s suit. As he realized what he was doing, his cheeks and ears burned and his hand hesitantly drew away from his chest. “Good lord, what am I doing??”

“It’s fine,” Keaton assured him, taking the handkerchief from him and finishing sopping up the champagne by himself. “Let’s go outside, if you want to talk.”

“That’d be nice.”

As the two began making their way to the courtyard outside of the convention centre, someone called out.

“Hey, are you Emile West?!”

Keaton paused and turned. “That would be me, yes.”

An excited-looking man ran up with a book, eagerly shaking Keaton’s hand. “Jeff Kassner, huge fan. Would you sign my copy of Planet Rose?”

“Sure, kid.” He took the book off of Jeff’s hands and borrowed a pen.

To Jeff, always reach for the stars -E. WEST

Jeff thanked Keaton, hugging the book to his chest, and sped off.

“Emile West??” Norman asked as they exited the building.

“It’s a pen name, Jack. Emile West for sci-fi, C.C. Egbert for mystery, thriller, and horror stories, and simply Keaton Baudelaire for the very few non-fiction books I’ve written. You know, I wrote one about our relationship, I’d be surprised if you didn’t pick it up.”

“Really?? When was it published?”

“Oh, a couple of years after we divorced. One of my firsts, since it detailed something I had recently gone through. Ambitious For Ambitious.”

“Huh. Well, I’m not sure if I would like to read that…” Norman smiled a little, sipping his own drink. “So, you’re an author, now. Anything else I should know?”

“I started dating again, though I’ve only been with Roger… a year now, probably. Maybe less, you know I’ve never been good with dates.”

“You divorced me for a man named Roger???”

“Says a ‘Norman’?” Keaton arched an eyebrow, smirking. This banter felt familiar, even with the time passed between them.

“Alright, alright, you have a point. So what does Roger do?”

“Roger Almond is a radio DJ, but he went to college for astrophysics.”

“Excuse me?!” Norman was so flabbergasted, he had to pause in their walking and set his drink on a nearby bench. “You’re dating a radio DJ who went to college… for astrophysics? How…? Where…?”

“Don’t ask me. I think he just chose to do something that made him happy instead of something that would pay well… I suppose I can admire it. Wouldn’t be dating him if I didn’t.”

“I’m glad you’re happy but he sounds like a real schmuck if you ask me.”

“Oh, Norman, how could you say that, you haven’t even met him.” Even as Keaton felt like laughing, he slowly and quietly sat on the bench beside Norman’s drink. Norman immediately sensed the change in mood, picking up his drink and sitting beside his ex while leaving ample room between the two of them.

“You are happy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…! Well… I think so. But maybe I don’t know. Ever since I got successful with the writing gig my life’s kind of been go-go-go…” He cleared his throat. “But… enough about me, let’s talk you, Mr. Big Shot.” He playfully poked Norman’s chest, forcing the conversation along.

“You know me, same old, same old… I… I remarried, but it didn’t last long. Lasted long enough to produce a son, Harry…” Norman shook his head. “I don’t need to get into it now.”

“You’ve got a son? How old?”

“He’ll be graduating in just a few months, he’s eighteen and grew like a weed… everybody says he looks like me but… I guess I wouldn’t really know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Norman sighed. “You’re not going to like my answer, but you knew I was a busy man even in our marriage. I don’t have enough time to be a single parent and the head of a megacorporation. So we’ve never been very close.”

Keaton frowned over what was left of his champagne. “Oh, Norman…”

He felt a mixture of emotions toward his ex. Pity, irritation, understanding. For a moment, they simply held each other’s company, silently taking in how the years apart had treated them.

“You look great, by the way. Haven’t aged a day since I saw you for the last time.” Norman hummed after a beat.

“Ah, you’re just saying that…” Keaton dismissed, blushing. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Norm. Age looks good on you.”

“Only you could say that and have me believe it.”

“And we’re complimenting each other as… just friends, right?”

They shared another lengthy gaze and a longing pang stirred in Keaton.

“Yeah. Just friends,” Norman took Keaton’s hand, gently brushing his thumb over his knuckles. It could be seen in his eyes, too. They had missed each other, but were currently experiencing entirely different flavours of the feeling.

Norman then cleared his throat. “Do you want to do dinner sometime?”

“Oh! Well! I suppose. Why not? Though Roger will likely want to come…”

“Fine by me, so long as he’s not the jealous type,” Norman smiled. “You can meet Harry and I can meet Roger, what time works for you?”

“Here…” Keaton pulled an old receipt from his pocket, “have you…?”

Norman handed him a pen and Keaton quickly jotted down his phone number. “It’s new, I didn’t want you calling my old number and asking who knows out instead. Get a reservation where you can and we’ll work something out, you know what I like.”

Norman nodded, taking the receipt. “I’m glad we can still talk like this,” he said as they stood.

“Me too…” They were less than a foot apart from each other, now. Keaton could smell Norman’s cologne, like a ghost from his past. It had changed in two decades, but it was still the familiar notes he always went for, something minty and clean and speaking volumes to his wealth. “Well. We should get back to the event, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, yes… you’re right.”

They both faltered, struggling against the urge to do something drastic, before turning and heading back inside.

[mssf-milk]

For how long you have been a sinner of chans ?

Finally I have the time to answer this ask thank god

CW: HUGE RAMBLE INCOMING

As you may already know, it all started with DEFORMOGRAPHY, a fic that I stumbled upon on complete happenstance, searching for Sans/Reader fics to indulge myself in. The tags shook me, but I was intrigued enough to open the work. And I loved it immediately. Some scenes in it managed to greatly disturb me, which made it very memorable. This fic introduced me to an idea I've never thought about before.

After that, as I usually do with things/ideas that catch my interest, I started searching the world wide web for more stuff to satiate my inquisitive mind. I found art on Pinterest, found more fics centered around the idea of a human tormenting the short funny skeleton man, but eventually the fire calmed down. I even forgot about it for a while.

But it lingered. I'm not sure if the idea wouldn't leave my head right from the start, or on re-read, but after reading all the similar fics to it that I could find, I realised that

It still.

Wouldn't.

Leave.

I HAD to see more of this. And so about I started writing something. Not sure when, but probably in April or March. The first draft(??) I was writing was quite different from what turned out in the published work. The idea was the same, but the execution was different, you know? Maybe I'll post it someday, if I manage to find it and think it isn't cringe or something idk. The first attempt was mainly done to get it out of my system, because by god I cannot exaggerate how FERAL this concept made me. I remember shaking from the dopamine bro.

Eventually, I picked it up again and started over, which happened in May, this time approaching it more seriously and deliberately (even though at first I'd procrastinate on writing a lot because of perfectionism). After a lot of mulling over the different ways I could execute this concept, and thinking over the possible plotholes, the first chapter was eventually posted in August.

Fun fact: What if I told you that I wasn't interested in necessarily Chara/Sans at all? That's right, to me, the concept and the whole idea came before the ship itself. In a different timeline, there's probably me, writing a fic for Frisk/Sans or Sans/Reader, just with the same premise. It's just that when making those character sheets for fun, I brushed away the possibility of "The Human" in question ever being Frisk (because of their kind personality), and so just filled it in as "Chara/The Human". It eventually lead to me thinking of the Human being specifically Chara and no one else, and removing the possibility of it being a reader-insert at all.

(Huh, I should post these sheets I was making during that time here someday)

Side note: this is also why wholesome and good Chans content is... I do like it, but it's not what I'm looking for, you know? I'm here for the messed up no good dynamics full of misery. Yay!

So... end of the line is, I do not know.

Does it count from ever since I got hooked by the general idea? From when I started writing my own? Or only from when I solidified Chara as Sans's "lover"?

I guess it's up for interpretation.

[bugscufflebi]

I wanted to address the moths in the room and start by saying that I am in no way a scientist of any field and have no authority to claim the existence of an im(probable/possible,etc.) aberrant insect.

Just a writer, who (not to doxx myself) has an association with a place called Bugscuffle in some piney woods.

It’s that wonderful time of year where the moths are out in full splendor. I saw these cool guys the other day and initially assumed they were having intercourse but I didn’t see the end to either insect. So I lifted up the little guy and saw that his legs were tucked tight and dry and didn’t respond to any touch. At the intersection of their bodies there was still no indication of a seam, just how it was on the top.

Only then did I consider the possibility that this was a conjoined twin.

I wish I’d kept them; if there was something impossible about them it would have been cool to give to someone who actually knows what they’re doing. But I honestly didn’t even think about it. I just thought “huh, what a funky lil fella, tumblr would love him.” And got a picture before it flew away.

That being said, the original post should have read “conjoined twins moth?” A question mark to signify my bamboozlement at the creature bewildering my mind and an explanation of the further investigating I’d done. An invitation to discuss and debunk, to muse and inspect.

Not a blanket claim of the existence of a conjoined twin moth.

I’ll take that on the chin and be more responsible should I ever find myself in the presence of a possible impossibility again.

But, I’d like to invite some of the people who have interacted with this post to examine their own reactions and responses to a stranger on the internet making a well meaning, possible mistake in identifying a literal insect.

As for the moths, I considered deleting them or locking down the post, but I don’t want these guys to suffer because some people are being really serious at my silly party.

Use it for your sci-fi, your art, your body horror, kink, the million other unsurprising things these lil guys have been tagged as. I’ll just ignore anyone who wants to get mad or mean about it after this update.

They’re just moths.

Tl;dr

While incredibly funky the “conjoined twins moth” is very likely two moths having sex. It’s still very cool. Enjoy the vibes. People should be more considerate and kind to each other on the internet.

Conjoined twins moth

[27thetherealmoon]

*crying on my bed* so you really abandoned the perfect human heart 🥹🥹😭

I apologize, I’m very emotional righ now because I love the story so very much that I’m fine waiting months or even years for an update from you. I even thinking about making some fanart from the story. I know you are currently enjoyed writing another fanfic, and I’m happy for you because I read it too, and that fic was amazing. your writing is amazing. I thought to myself that it was fine if you didn’t want to update tphh, since it was okay to take a break here and there or if you didn’t feel like to continue your older works/wips at the moment (like me but with arts) but It never crossed my mind that you would orphaned the story. I just realized it yesterday, and the fact still won’t leave my mind until I go to your profile today.

Like you’ve said, I’m sure you have your own reasons as to why you orphaned the story and of course I would respect your decision. Just one thing though, it’s not because I haven’t look around that there’s no written stories I’ll love even more than tphh, it was precisely because I’ve read almost all of them in nvfr tag that I can said for sure that yours was my favorite. The perfect human heart was very dear and special to me. That being said, I should probably grateful you didn’t actually deleted the story or else I would be beyond devastated haha.

Again, I apologize if I make you uncomfortable or something (and for the wall of text), please know that it’s never my intention. I just hope you will find more enjoyment and happiness with whatever you’re writing right now and in the future. And thank you! for ever grazed us with your beautiful writing 🤍

Ah, I cried a bit (a lot) reading this, I can't lie.

I would've loved to continue The Perfect Human Heart. I love that story with all my heart.

I love the Furina I have created, my pretty girl with her white eyelashes who wears odd clothes because she finally can and doesn't really know how to dress like a normal person. The girl that doesn't know how to be a human and behaves weirdly all the time. The girl that doesn't remember her past at all and finally has the time to do something about that and uncover the truth. The girl that struggles with suicidal thoughts and doesn't know how to continue living but does it anyway because a part of her wants to see how far she can go, if she can reconnect with her past and figure out who she was and what she can be. The girl that wants to know if she still has family out there.

Really, I have two reasons why things ended up going down like this:

1. My mental health is really bad and has been for a while now. Hibernaculum, my Haruno Sakura fic (I really do love girls who are hated by the fandom of the media they belong to, huh...) is a lot less taxing on my mental health because while I might've given her the same issues with paranoia, she doesn't struggle with herself as much as Furina does in The Perfect Human Heart. Working on it made me worse, so I took a break. I usually enjoy writing very emotionally taxing stories that deal with many dark themes, but it started to affect me negatively after a while. It's so heavily focused on what the characters go through, and that became very overwhelming in combination with my own struggles. That's what originally caused my unplanned hiatus.

2. You might call me dramatic for this (I know twitter and tiktok both don't care about these things and think people who do are pathetic) but I really really don't like hoyoverse/mihoyo as a company and what they do with their games (the whitewashing, the loli stuff in ggz, the mixing of cultures in mondstadt, natlan, sumeru and fontaine that led to none of these nations really representing or showcasing anything, the ai rumours going around since they allegedly fired a bunch of people last year, the occasionally really bad writing in some of their games, the way some characters and their stories are just never expanded upon and all you can do is pray for crumbs of information in later updates, I can go on) and I just... idk. It became too much after a while.

Nothing ever changes. The company doesn't care... so why put my love and energy into a fanfic for a game made by people who don't really give a shit about their players or the stuff they make? I know, super dramatic.

It's stupid too, because it's not like Kishimoto is an angel who has never done anything wrong and writes every arc and every character perfectly (Hibernaculum partially exists because he doesn't really care about so many characters), and me orphaning TPHH won't change anything about mihoyo.

But it was just so frustrating. I worked so hard to make sure I represent everything as well as possible, even to the point of basically terraforming Mondstadt entirely (something I never got to tell/show you guys) and coming up with more details and story for Fontaines past and Egeria. I did so much hard work, but it was also so... easy? It's so easy to find information on these cultures nowadays, to get into the details and talk about language differences, foods, skin care, clothes and all of that and hoyoverse just didn't bother with most of that. It's so... idk. Annoying? The hard part is sorting through the endless rivers of information to figure out what exactly you need and they couldn't be bothered with that, nor could they be bothered with showing the people who actually live in the countries they're trying to represent.

So I guess I kind of did it to make myself feel better about my frustration with the company? Which is stupid because I feel incredibly guilty and awful since I orphaned the fic.

But it just became too much for a bit. TPHH was the only sign of support I've ever shown mihoyo for their work (besides playing the game for a few years of course, but I quit that a few months ago too) and I just wanted that gone. To stop feeling like a hypocrite when I criticised the company while working on fanwork for something hey made.

But then I couldn't delete it because I remember all of the sweet comments I've received from you all and I got so sad, like I was betraying you all, so I orphaned it instead and now I regret that too but I also don't because I know that a lot of people loved it and... it's all really weird right now.

A part of me wishes I deleted it, another wishes I never orphaned it and instead kept it on my profile to work on it in a year or two when my mental health is better. Because while it is a fanfiction for a gacha game, it's also kind of my baby in a weird way.

I have a huge folder with everything I had planned for this fic, filled with quotes and scenes and details. I genuinely love this story so endlessly I can't put it into words.

I loved coming up with Furinas past, with her origins and who she was and became before her ascension, how her ascension affected those she knew at the time, everything. The main themes of sisterhood and family, friendship, divinity, immortality and its struggles, grief, mystery, and love. There's so much pain and so much healing and love in this fic, especially from Furina but also Chlorinde and Neuvillette.

Ah, Neuvillette. I never got to write him or really get into chlorinde and wriothesley and Sigewinne, Ganyu, Xiao and Zhongli, Rhodeia, Venti, Lisa, Callirhoe.

I made a human form for Rhodeia, who I really loved, too. She was so cool! I made a backstory for her and Callirhoe as well, which was so awesome (I don't like praising myself, but it really was a cool backstory). It would've been so fun. Big sisters for Furina, two people she could unapologetically lean on because they're family, and that's what family is supposed to be like.

Ah, I'm crying again. This feels like such an overreaction, but I genuinely care about this fic so much.

I'm incredibly thankful for your words and love. I really really am. Thank you for loving this story as much as I did, maybe even more than I did. The idea that you thought about making fanart for it blows my mind and really just makes me cry even more. Thank you for your sweet words about my writing as well. I've said it too many times at this point, but I really am endlessly insecure about it, so seeing people say they enjoy it is always a bit of a relief to me.

Don't worry, your words don't make me uncomfortable. They're actually very touching and sweet. Really, I hope my rant/very emotional response doesn't make you uncomfortable. If you have any more questions about the story, mysteries you'd like me to uncover or anything like that (or if you just want to talk), you can always message me! My ask box and dms are always open.

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Art Dump April 2024

Part Two

I should probably give this whole series of posts a tag for organizing purposes huh? Then again, the titles and counters should hopefully be good enough. If not, well, egg on my face or however one is meant to say that.

Content Warnings: reference to tobuscus, bright colors

I am starting to get an idea where I stopped uploading anything and woof, I'm confused on my choices but also not really I was pretty much isolating myself out of existence. Some traditional sketches that I then photo edited and fried. One of them, the blue and green scribbles, I did that one during consoling. I remember that. I made a playlist of some of my favorite weirder childhood songs, and one of the things I stumbled across was Safety Torch. I never really was super into the creator, I liked and still do a few of his songs, I heard a lot of things years ago when I was in middle school still and I never looked into it but I vaguely remembered a character from the music video of the song Safety Torch and drew that little guy up in the corner from the remnants of that memory. So I guess it could be considered fanart? But honestly I think it's a bit of a stretch, I was also thinking about animal crossing and gacha life and how their proportions seemed popular and what could I do with that information to improve my own art? So, a giant head with a failure of a cute frog hat Timmy gets saddled with for life. The fish? I was watching something that brought up the rainbow fish bathtub book controversy and doodled this as a reminder that fish are hard to draw. And have a tendency to look goofy.

[jesterjamz]

ahaha help girl the urge to run away & sing cojum dip songs is growing ever-stronger the more i live in this fucked up situation <3

[reblogs encouraged!]

[lemonlushff-iy]

Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all. 

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia​ for kink help and @clearwillow​ for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow​ for @eringobroke​ - used and edited with permission. 

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

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“Did you do it?”

“It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!! 

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure. 

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

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hi hi !! i was wonder if i could get a remus x reader where the reader is the mom friend of the group and super caring to the other boys (like constantly telling them to take care of themselves and helping with homework and such) and the boys tease the by calling them “mom and dad” all the time ? its literally my fave trope wkixiskjg also i love all ur writings !!! thank u !! xx

parental dynamic.

remus lupin x fem reader

summary - you were always the ‘mom friend’ in every group, what happens when you and the ‘dad friend’ partner up?

warnings - cussing

a/n - y’all making me simp for everyone

no matter what friend-group you were in, you always ended up earning the title of group ‘mom’; maybe that was because you carried around ibuprofen in case someone had a headache, or how you helped everyone with their homework- going so far as to tutor them, or perhaps it was the fact that you always had snacks on you because merlin-forbid someone gets hungry.

it was no surprise that when you started hanging around with the marauders, they started calling you ‘mom’; in fact, you took that nickname with pride. they clung to you like a group of lost ducklings, being a constant reminder of why you carry around meds, snacks and offer homework help. however, it was a shock when they started calling remus ‘dad’- he was always a little standoffish and aloof, not really fitting the ‘dad’ type. ...did they just start doing this because of your little crush on him?

you sighed heavily, walking into the gryffindor common room to see sirius, james and peter already lounging about. “hey mom.” came a chorus of voices, none of them lifting their heads from whatever they were doing. “hey, boys.” you hummed in response, dropping your bag, which landed on the ground with a thump. sirius looked up, giving you a quizzical look as to ask ‘are you okay?’ without any words. “today was a long day- just tired, is all.”

you claimed your space on the floor near the fireplace, body feeling heavy. you were exhausted, classes draining you of any life you had left to give. they all offered you sympathetic looks, “does anyone need help with anything?” you ask, looking over at them. “well… we’ve all been pretty stuck on this thing for potions.” peter admits, face flushing slightly. you can’t help but chuckle, “alright let’s get started, shall we?”

an hour has passed, and you’ve pretty much done everybody’s homework for them. “does that make sense now?” you ask, the boys nodding at you. “thank you, mum.” sirius chimes, shooting a wink in your direction. you yawn, rubbing your eyes as you starfish yourself across the floor. “hey guys. sorry, i’m late, i know.” remus smiles sheepishly as he sits down on the floor with the rest of you, arms full of books. “i was in the library, and then i lost track of time.”

“it’s okay, dad.” james replies, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. you felt your whole face heating up- the nickname meant nothing, right? it was just for fun, a joke. you rolled over to lay on your stomach, propping your head up on your palms. “hey rem.” you said softly, a small smile gracing your lips.

“maybe we should give mom and dad some alone time.” sirius said, grabbing his bag and standing up, heading upstairs to the dorms. james and peter followed shortly after, not before james could wink at the two of you, though. “shithead.” you grumbled under your breath, remus chuckled lightly. “so, mom” he starts, “how was your day?”

you sit up, crossing your legs as you sigh again, heavily. “tiring, i’m absolutely drained. how about you, dad?” the two of you can’t help but giggle about the nicknames. “how did you end up as dad, anyways?” using air quotations around the word dad. you tilt your head, raising a brow slightly. he stumbles over his words, running a hand through his hair- a nervous habit. “not sure, really. they just started calling me it one-day.”

“yeah, sure.” you drawl, winking at him. all five of you had a habit of winking, but no one knows who started it- if you had to guess, it was probably sirius. “okay, honestly. they started calling me it because i maybesortoflikeyoualittlebit?” he grew quiet towards the end of the sentence, all his words slurred together, not legible. you furrowed your brows slightly, “you what?” “i like you, y/n.” “oh.”

the heat returned to your face, even worse this time then the last. remus lupin? likes you back? could this day get any better? “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything.” remus looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. “no-no! it’s fine… i, uh.” you struggle to format your feelings into words, so you just give up- grabbing him by the tie and putting your lips on his.

remus’ eyes widen, before closing gently as he kissed you back, hands now resting against your cheeks- cupping your face. it was a sweet and simple first kiss, the two of you pulling back out of breath and flustered.

chuckles fill the room, “so… you guys really needed that alone time, huh?” james asked, smirking at the two of you. “shut up potter, or i won’t help you with potions anymore.” you shoot back, “understood.”

bonus;

“what if we pampered you for a night? like it was mother’s day or somethin’”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, a smile spreading across your face. “you’re kidding.” you went to grab your bag, wanting to start your readings for divination, but sirius pushed it out of your reach. “no, seriously y/n, we never really repay you for what you do for us.”

“fine.”

you ended up with various items ‘braided’ stuck in your hair- sirius did a decent job with the makeup, but you still ended up with too much hot-pink blush on and green eyelids. nailpolish was all over your fingers, not just your nails, but you can admit that peter did a good job with the intricate nail-art he contributed to the ‘pampering’.

“hey guys i’m- woah.” remus stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded by the sight in front of him. you gave him an awkward smile, “hey rem.”

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