#if you don't wanna do this. ignore it! but it's my sappy way of saying thanks too!

[mrs-weasley-reid]

JULY REC FICS

Hello, my sweets!! I wanted to try something out to provide my full and utter support to all the amazing writers I've come across in the form of monthly rec fics (starting this month). Join me in giving them love through comments and reblogs. It really is a joy to hear how you're doing as a writer. It makes up for all the angst we write lol

I will be going based on what I've read recently and not by the date the fic was posted. And the number of fics will depend on how much I've read the entire month. Also, please respect these writers. Some contents are 18+, so MINORS should not be interacting in any way, especially when the authors themselves specify it.

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Spencer Reid

✿ a question unasked by @easy-there-leftovers ↳ SOOOO ADORABLE. I'm a workaholic craze gal, so it speaks to me on a silly level.

✿ missing the happy hormone by @lavenderspence ↳ I'm a sucker for Spencer fluff this month, what can I say? This fic Tina made had my waterworks going on for about a minute because it's so sweet

✿ desk duty by @reiderwriter ↳ All you have to know is the amount of evil laugh I made while reading this

✿ the theory of love by @ophelia-is-complex ↳ Genuine intimacy is quite a challenge to write, but THIS ONE, this one had me in a sappy mood

✿ like nothing matters by @cerisereids ↳ gagged and had to pause the reading so many times because HELLO— had me spiraling at work

✿ the devils disguise by @qlossytbh ↳ I said I sobbed a little bit, but I actually cried so much I ended up taking a nap and felt better afterward. It's all fluff, though, don't get me wrong. I'm just very dramatic when the red devil's on the clock

✿ not so funny by @reidmania ↳ Angsty, that made me wanna start a fight with some random twiggy tall guy. Sooooo good!

✿ cloaked in passions touch by @raekensluver ↳ If you don't like Spencer's hands, you're fucking lying to yourself!!!!!

✿ language of devotion by @gghostwriter ↳ I'm in love with reid, and this fic just had me stumbling back onto his lap like a good gal

✿ this req response by @mandarinmoons ↳ Sorry, I'm not sure what the title is, but it's so adorable and got me to go to work, so kind of a lifesaver tbh

✿ hallucinate by @gghostwriter ↳ Oooo, this one was so cute, hehe. Honestly, I lean towards Spencer fluff lately just because I've been too overstimulated with work this past month, so READ THIS ONE ITS CUTE

✿ it's golden, like daylight by @dudeitiskarev ↳ I actually felt like I was reader the entire time I read this. It's well-written and so adorable and something that should be framed in a museum

✿ much ado about nothing series by @incognit0slut ↳ binged it all morning, and I was whipped !!! It's ongoing, so if I have to wait, so does everybody else

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Aaron Hotchner

✦ choiceless hope series by @hotchfiles ↳ This series had me rolling over my bed on a Saturday. A lot of feelings getting played (mostly mine)

✦ beanstalk by @solardrop ↳ I kid you not; I was giggling like a weirdo when I read it. And that itself deserves the recommendation.

✦ too busy being yours by @hotchfiles ↳ Lari knows how to get a sick gal to giggle. I love bau!rossi!reader. I love Rossi as reader's dad, so I enjoyed it more than I thought I would

✦ ignorance by infatuation by @boneblushed ↳ Oh, this one was a nice snack while on my break at work. LOVED IT SO MUCH

✦ hungover by @basketonthedoorstepofthefbi ↳ Mmmm, such a good read! Plus Jemily is there sooooo

✦ from across the bar by @hotchscoffeecup ↳ Evil laugh ensues. A nice cuppa of some good ole kinky stuff

✦ doomed by @hotchfiles ↳ guys, I stopped my car in the middle of driving home just to read it, so it's THAT good. Honestly, I strongly encourage everyone to read all of Lari's works! She's my writer crush, if none of you realized it by now

✦ a bunch of cuties in love by @lavenderspence ↳ hehehehehehe this definitely did not remind me of that one older guy I used to flirt with who had an adorable younger brother that I babysat🤭

✦ schrodinger's cat by @none-of-your-bullshit ↳ angst on a Saturday morning is like taking a shot of soju before 11 am, and this one felt like it <3

how about you also comment your top 3 fave fics for this month to spread more love to our great writers?

[mysicklove]

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DAY 15: HYBRIDS

With: Megumi Fushiguro

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Sub + cat hybrid! Megumi, AFAB + owner! reader but no pronouns, reader is implied to be smaller than him, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight breeding kink, birthcontrol mentioned and used, purring/licking/mewling, he calls you his "mate" and u tease him bout it, needy megumi,

A/N: i had alot of fun with this one tbh. but also I usually write gn! reader, so dealing with readers pleasure is so hard to write about lol. i am so used to only catering to what feels good to the character.

Owning a cat was way easier than you thought it was going to be. Well, at least owning a cat hybrid was. Megumi, your adorable, slightly temperamental, and moody black cat has been living with you for about five years now, and you love him desperately.

He stays at home while you go off to work each day, but he never complains, instead just sleeps the day away. In fact, you tried introducing him to the neighbor’s hybrid, a lab named Yuuji as a playmate, but he blatantly refused, growing annoyed almost immediately at how upbeat the dog was. Megumi preferred silence, sunbathing, sleeping, and your full attention. He was okay being at home alone until you got back.

He currently lays on the carpet, curling up in the warmth of the light, and dozing off when he hears the sound of your keys working their way into the hole. His ears dart toward the noise, and a smile creeps up his face, but his eyes remain shut, and he pretends to be asleep.

You open the door and sigh, eyes darting around the apartment to find your cat. When you catch him on the floor sleeping, you smile, shutting the door behind you and setting your stuff down on the counter. You make your way over him, dropping to your knees, and then finally laying down next to him. 

You stare at his relaxed, content face, and begin to reach out to touch him affectionately. He grabs your hand before you make contact with his skin, and pulls it forward, pulling you into his chest. Then he wraps his arms around your boddy, intertwines the two of your legs, and nuzzles his face on top of your head, purring gently. 

“Hi Megumi,” You mumble against his chest. “You are so warm.”

He nods, tail swinging behind him. “Been in the sun all day,” He breathes, and you hum, curling up against him. “...Missed you,” Megumi whispers lowly, still rubbing his cheek against your head.

You chuckle at him. “Oh whose this? My Megumi would never say something so sappy,” You tease, pulling away to look up at him.

He pouts, ears falling flat on his head as he rolls his eyes. “Am I not allowed to miss my mate?” He complains, but licks a stripe up your hair, still purring. 

You groan when you feel his inhumane tongue lick your face. “Hey, stop it. No grooming, humans don’t do this.” You try to push him away, but he ignores you, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer. 

His purrs grow louder when you finally give up, and you watch his tail swing back and forth from behind him. He licks at your face, and then your hair, and finally your neck. You shiver slightly, still not used to the attention even after all these years. “You stink,” Megumi mumbles into your neck, using his tongue to wipe away some of the gross scents that clung to you.

“You want me to take a shower?” 

He grips you harder, shaking his head into your skin. You feel his crotch press into your backside, and you raise your eyebrows, but don’t say anything. “S’fine. I don't like it when my mate smells like other men though.” He rubs his neck onto any surface he can, scent marking you as his.

You roll your eyes, but smile. He was being strangely affectionate today. Usually, it was you who has to initiate physical contact and doting words. “Just coworkers, possessive cat. What’s got you all worked up today?”

His hips move closer to yours, beginning to grind himself on you. “Wanna do it,” he whispers, so low that you could barely hear him. His cheeks pinken, but you can't see them, so you cant tease him about it.

You move your hips backward, meeting him halfway. He lets out an airy breath onto the back of your neck, and you shiver at the feeling. “Yeah? You haven’t been thinking about it all day, have you?”

He feels his cheeks begin to burn. “Shut up.” A definite yes. His semi-hard cock continues to grind on your clothes, and you sigh at the feeling. You quickly manevour yourself to turn to look at him, and he pouts slightly, ears drooping, from the loss of stimulation. You roll your eyes with a grin, and tug at his pants. “Right now? H-Here?” He stutters, but helps you pull down his pants, obviously not too against the idea.

“Don’t get so nervous on me now. What happened to my brave cat who was basically grinding himself on me just a couple seconds ago?” You tease, kissing at his neck and pulling a small mewl from him. He gulps, baring his neck slightly to let you plant more kisses on it. He grips onto the back of your head with shaky hands, encouraging the action.

You slip your hands into his boxers and he gasps, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes squeezing shut from the attention. You pull it out, and then proceed to pull your pants down. “Hurry,” He demands, tilting your head up to kiss you. 

It's a desperate sort of kiss, both of his hands cup your face and bring you impossibly closer to him. It makes it harder to remove your clothing, and you can feel him begin to grind onto your stomach. 

You are forced to pull away to unbutton your pants, and he whines in complaint. “Such a spoiled brat,” You tease affectionately, “Cant go one minute without being touched? Are all kitties this needy?”

He looks away from you, pouting again, but you just giggle and kiss his jaw, finally removing your panties. “Don’t know. Don’t wanna think bout it. Do you not like when I am needy?”

He holds back a smug smile, knowing that this will definitely give him brownie points. He is right of course, because the next second you are littering his face and neck with kisses, while he purrs, soaking all the attention up. “Of course not. You are so cute needy.” 

He nods, smart enough to know that an argument will break out if he doesn't. So he smiles contently, melting under you and your soft touches. Finally, you grab his cock and press it against your entrance. Megumis mouth waters at the feeling, the warm welcoming sensation of your folds. 

“Do you…uh…Don't you need to be prepp–oh fuck,” He groans, throwing his head back as you sink onto his cock without much hesitation. You sigh into his chest, adjusting to his length — he was slightly bigger than adverage, and every time you take it, it always feels like a stretch, but it was an addicting sensation.

The two of you turn to where he lays on his back, and you on top of him, chest to chest. He grabs at your hips, hands shaking as he restrains himself from moving you up and down on his length. His eyes are screwed shut and his ears are pinned to his head. “Hey, relax. Why are you so tense? It’s okay for you to move, sweetheart.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and nods, while you bring your hands up to pet his ears. He leans into the touch, purrs increasing in volume as he lifts your hips up and back down. He repeats the motion a couple of time, pants getting louder and half lidded eyes peering down at you. You in return have your own blush, its softer than his, but definitely noticeable. “I…Can I…Fuck this is so–Can I thrust…into you?”

He fumes red, and he turns his face into the carpet, embarrassed by his lewd words. Even after all this time, he is unbelievably shy, and can never voice what he wants in bed. “So polite! Must of trained you well.” He nods, ears flickering to you at your sweet words. “Of course, kitty. Dont gotta ask, ‘m all yours.”

Immediately he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest, and begins to thrust upward. Your eyes widen slightly at his pace, and the roughness of it all, and you groan into his skin. He moans at the feeling, breath heavy, matching his pace. “Oh fuck. This. This I was–fuckkk—waiting for this all day!”

You pant into his chest, a smile pulling at your lips. “Y-Yeah?” You encourage, and he nods with a hum. Loud slapping of skin on skin fills the room, and his tail reaches up to wrap around your wrist. His cheeks are stained a permanent pink, and his chest rises and falls quickly with every pant. 

You managed to shakily reach up to his ears, grabbing the both of them and giving them a small tug. He yelps slightly, back arching, but then moans into the touch. It was cute, he was super temperamental about the black ears. On some days he wanted you to pet and rub them, on others he wanted you to pull and abuse the sensitive areas. Today was the latter.

“Was–Was fucking my hand thinking bout you. Not as good. My mate is so warm,” His voice vibrates with a purr, and you chuckle at him above the lewd noises. It was endearing to watch his body succumb to pleasure. His voice always held a purr, but he still managed to make every human like sound with the addition to the vibration.

Eventually he flips the two of you over, his arms caging you in under him, as he licks and kisses your neck. “Mhmmm. Mine, mine, my mate. Love you. Love you so much,” He chants into your ear, biting at the lobe while continuing to thrust into you at a merciless pace.

“S-So talkative today,” You mumble, gripping onto the carpet at a particularly harsh thrust. Usually, you were the one leading the dirty talk. He whimpers at the words, pressing his entire body on top of yours. He liked to be touching, and as much skin as he could, the better, but of course he would never admit that outloud. 

“Dont know why. Just missed you. Fuck I missed you. Why do you leave for so long?” He complains between breaths, his voice holding a dramatic whine to it. He nuzzles his face into your neck, scenting the area while you reach back and scratch his ears. “Why–Why…Hah.. Can’t you stay here with me? Th-Thought you loved me.”

He was being unreasonable and the both of you knew it, but today he was being weirdly sappy and clingy, so you didn’t mind having to reassure him. “Love you so much. You know why.” You feel his teeth graze into your skin, and he probably has his ears pinned back. “Ill try to work from home more, how does that sound?”

He nods, mewling happily to himself. Then he goes back to panting into your skin, licking and biting any surface he can lay his mouth on. You dont try to stop him, knowing if you do, he will probably get all pouty.

“Can I cum? P-Please? Been good, right?” He hasn’t really, other than the sweet words he has let out, he has not be gentle at all. You will probably be stumbling by tomorrow. His pace is desperate, frantic even, that makes you begin to lose your mind.

But he was feeling good, and your thoughts were draining anyways. “Sure, love, I’m c-close too,” You sigh, closing your eyes and pressing your face against the carpet as you begin to feel that tightening feeling build up.

He gulps and nods, kissing your cheek. “Inside? Please?” His words come out as a whisper, obviously hesitant about the question. He has been day dreaming about this for weeks, to finally cum inside you, but never mustered up the courage to ask. Today, he was feeling good, and you seemed to be happy at his behavior, so it was the best time to ask.

Your orgasm hits you out of the blue, and you are left trembling on the floor. Your eyes roll back slightly and you heave, “S’fine Megumi. J-Just cum!” You were on birthcontrol, it was okay just this once. Your thoughts were scrambled from the intensity of your orgasm.

His pace picks up again and you shiver at the feeling, while he lets out low mewls and purrs, happy at your choice. “Im cumming. Thank you, thank you,” He mumbles into your ear, and then latches onto your neck as he shoves himself as deep inside of you as possible, and cums.

He throws his head back and groans, arms trembling. It feels so much better than cumming inside a condom or pulling out. You are so warm, and the idea of the possibility of him breeding you, leaves him shivering with glee. He would never tell you this of course, you would most definitely call him a perv or an animal.

He collapses on top of you, practically glowing, and purring happily from above. He flips the two of you over so that you are back on his chest, peering up at him. His face is damp with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed pink, but he wears a small, content smile. 

You feel cum begin to ooze out of you and you groan. “Ugh, now I definitely need a shower.” He cringes at the words, and you laugh. “Can’t believe you hate water, you are such a sterotypical cat.” He frowns, and rolls his eyes, not responding, because you are completely right.

“Aw cmon, mate, dont get all pouty now,” You tease, and his eyes flash to you in an instant. His cheeks turn a vicious red, and he covers his face with his hand,

“...Call me that again,” Megumi whispers, so low that you could barely hear him.

You raise your eyebrows, cocking your head to the side. “My mate?”

He begins to purr again, hands wrapping around your back to pull you up closer to him. He leans in, and hesitantly presses his lips to yours, pulling back slightly to mumble, “'m hard again.”

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[lacydollette]

Lol, this is from my own current personal angst in my life but I was thinking it can be used for an angsty Rafe x Reader. I have very low self esteem, I don't think I look pretty so I have a hard time accepting that a guy could be interest in me or find me appealing, especially cuz guys have called ''mid''. Right now I'm talking to THE sweetest guy. THE most greenest flag of all. Super respectful, mature and kind. I had a freakout and pushed him away, wanted to stop talking. He got super upset, send me a drunk text basically being like ''I'm so attracted to u and your everything I've ever dreamt of. I just wanna make you happy and make you smile. Your so special to me. I keep saying that your beautiful, amazing and gorgeous but you won't hear it. Please don't let your insecurites get in the way of us. I fkn miss you'' I mean...hey feel free to take whatever inspiration you want from that, change it, build on it, whatever you want! We just want a sappy head over heels Rafe who is heartbroken being pushed away (but with a happy ending)

a/n tysm for sharing this with me! and please don’t let your doubts get in the way of your happiness. you are BEAUTIFUL and you MATTER ❤️‍🩹 i hope u like this little piece.

warnings rafe cameron x fem!reader, reader with low self esteem, situationship, angst, fluff, rafe being a sweetheart

Rafe couldn’t really tell when it started, but he could feel it in your forced smiles and short responses. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, but the ache in his chest told him otherwise. Every attempt to figure out what he had done wrong was met with your dismissive shrug and a short, “I’m fine.”

But what Rafe didn’t know about was the chaos in your mind. You liked him—really liked him—but your insecurities were keeping you from letting yourself fall completely. You couldn’t ignore the way girls seemed to flirt with Rafe at parties, the way people whispered that you weren’t pretty or cool enough, to be with someone like him. It didn’t matter how many times he told you that you were beautiful—the doubt in your mind drowned out his words. So, you began to pull away, convinced it was only a matter of time before he realized you weren’t what he wanted.

And that’s why Rafe ended up going to this party alone, although it should have been a night that you two spend together. You had promised to go, only to back out at the last minute with a stupid excuse about not feeling well. Rafe knew you were lying. Obviously he didn’t want to go without you, but after Topper wouldn’t stop begging him, he gave in.

He spent the first hour trying to lose himself in the crowd, nursing a beer and pretending to laugh at Topper’s jokes, but it was useless. Every girl who tried to flirt with him only reminded him of you, and every drink made the knot in his chest tighten. Eventually, he escaped out into the yard, needing space to think—or maybe just to breathe.

The cool night air sobered him slightly, but not enough to stop him from pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over your contact before he finally hit call. It rang three times before you picked up.

“Rafe?” You said softly, voice trembling slightly. You winced at how vulnerable you sounded.

“hi, baby.” he said, his voice breaking slightly before going right in. “What’s going on with you? Please, just tell me. Did I do something? Did I hurt you somehow? Because if I did, fuck I swear to God, I didn’t mean to.”

Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your stomach. He sounded so desperate, so unlike the confident, self-assured Rafe you knew. You didn't know what to say, how to explain something you couldn't even fully understand yourself.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he pleaded. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep guessing what’s wrong. I care about you too much to lose you like this.” His voice cracked, and he raked a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling over. “I’m completely crazy about you. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re it for me. You’re the only one I want.”

Your heart shattered at his words. He cared about you, really cared about you. But how could he? How could someone like Rafe Cameron, with his perfect smile and effortless charm, care about someone like you?

"Rafe..." you whispered, unsure of what to say. “No,” he interrupted. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I think about you all the time—when I wake up, when I go to sleep. You’re all I want, y/n. And if there’s even a part of you that feels the same way—then please, stop pushing me away.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Rafe leaned against a tree, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Then he heard you breathe out, followed by muffled sobs, which you tried so hard to suppress by pressing your palm over your mouth. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words sink in and erase all your doubts. But the fear was still there.

“I didn’t think I was enough for you,” you finally whispered, voice trembling. “You could have anyone, Rafe. And people keep saying I don’t deserve you, and maybe they’re right.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, his voice rising as he couldn’t believe that you’d actually think that. “Baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything. Don’t let what other people say get in your head. They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

Your sniffle came through the line, and he could picture you wiping your tears, head bowed like it always was when you were upset. “I just… I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back,” he replied softly. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane.” He paused. “Please, just let me in. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and you believed him. Believed that he was serious about you two. “Okay.” You said. Relief washed over him, and he exhaled shakily. “Okay,” he repeated, his lips curving into a smile. “I’m coming to you right now.”

Your eyes widened, “No, Rafe, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said firmly. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you. We’ll figure this out together.” And with that, he ended the call, his heart pounding with determination. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

[fanofstuff01]

Happy birthday!! Here have a little something 😁

-

Lilo and Stitch Au

✨ Christmas Edition ✨

Adam sat on his couch with his coffee and watched the snow fall outside as the twilight of the morning became slowly more grey than black from the cloud covered haze.

Christmas was coming and this year he wouldn't be with his kids..... He was going to miss them so much and that was all he wanted was for them to be here with him around the tree, opening gifts and stuffing their faces full of sweets.

But it wasn't meant to be he guessed....

Lucifer, the heaven born Angel with an attitude problem that was made to come down and be Adams companion slowly made his way from his own room into the living room and paused when he saw Adam sitting there posed to the patio glass slide in doors as if he was watching television.

Lucifer: You're up early.

Adam didn't even flinch when he heard the voice, too used to it by now.

Adam: I never went to sleep. Couldn't.

Lucifer frowned and tried not to roll his eyes, humans complain about a lack of sleep and then willingly don't do the sleep? They were weird and backwards in ways he will never understand.

Lucifer: Oh.

He was just going to grab coffee and go back to his room but something was eating at him to further make sure Adam was okay.

Lucifer walked over and sat beside him with his own mug, he looked out to the falling snow. It was calming and nice.

Adam: I won't see my kids until January.....

Lucifer nodded, he knew that Adams kids meant a lot to him.

Lucifer: How come?

Adam: Their mothers are bitches that's why.

Adam took a breath: The snow just reminds me of when we were together and times were better.

And he wasn't alone.

Lucifer: I'll be here.

Adam: Not that you want to be.

Lucifer winced, okay yeah he's made it clear that he doesn't want to be here period many a time but .......

Everyone deserves a pass on the holidays.

Lucifer: Maybe..... But no one deserves to be alone.

Adam hummed as he took a sip: Thank you Luci.

Lucifer smiled and rolled his eyes: Don't get fucking sappy on me.

Adam smirked: Me? Sappy? Never.

AAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I WAS CRAVING FOR THIS AU!!

Have a cat!!

-

Lucifer: You’re a fucking human, that’s you guys’ entire point. Being sentimental over eeverything.

He gave his voice a more dramatic tone making Adam snicker and playfully smack him.

Adam: Oh shut up. Says the guy who threw a hissy fit over not being able to fly anymore.

Lucifer: Hey! Flying means a part of an angels identity, one of the many many things that prove we are leagues above any mortal creatures we’ve created, and what define angels as the righteous hands of God!

Adam rolled his eyes and just went back to his coffee, even when at his “generosity” moments the little bastard still managed to unironically place himself on a pedestal.

And do it theatrically even.

Adam: ..So?

Lucifer: So! It is very much worth getting angry over when you lose it! Because you lose a part of your whole being.

Adam: … Who said my kids aren’t mine?

His voice got lower and his eyes fell back to his coffee, remembering how his kids would suggest they could add marshmallows to their dad’s drink too. And how he’d do just for the sake of them. Cain would always get whenever he didn’t eat it..

The self-praising and slightly arrogant face of Lucifer slowly faded when he saw how silent Adam went again. He almost wanted to audibly groan but only let out a small sigh, why was it this hard to keep humans stable? One moment they would be completely fine and then they’d go all melancholic again.

Irritating. But..

He inhaled a little and got closer to Adam, just for the sake of only this day he could ignore how annoying this creature was.

Lucifer: Soo… Wanna go outside? For a walk or something? I don’t-

Adam’s lips curled with a small smile.

Adam: You just want to play out there in the snow don’t you?

[maxislvt]

pls tell us more about omega!wanda x beta!nat x alpha!reader 👁👁

warnings: amab!reader (no gendered terms), smut, omegaverse, sub!reader, dom! WandaNat, pegging, voyeurism, collaring, mating claims, breeding kinks, spanking, threesomes

i said I was gonna sleep but that's nawt happening so uhhh here!

okay so similar dynamic to my usual omega!wanda fics. You're rather soft and sappy for an alpha. since you face a lot of bullying for it, you hide your identity at work and don't really pursue a relationship because you've always been told that no omega would want an alpha like you.

for this I'd like to think Wanda and Natasha are a match made in hell. they're not dating each other yet. they have feelings for each other but both of them are really dominant and lack interest in being submissive so they're hesitant to commit

They both have their eyes on you before they even figure out you're an alpha. at first it's like a game for them. the first one to take you out on a date gets to do all the nasty and inappropriate things they want to you and tease the other for not getting you first!!

however that goes out the window really fast because they realize you're really bashful and it's just too cute to keep from the other. also you tend to turn and run the second you think you'll be alone with one of them for even a second.

Wanda is subtle. the way she touches you seems so innocent and kind that you almost ignore how close she is to your crotch. You usually don't catch on to her innuendos until much later into the conversation. She never forces you to stay but something is always compelling you to stay put and listen

Natasha on the other hand is very bold and doesn't hold back. sometimes you're literally pinned down and forced to deal with all her perverted comments. you couldn't run away even if you wanted to. her intentions are very explicit and there's little room for what she wants to do with you

it only gets worse when they find out you are an alpha. mainly because their nasty little fantasies can get really explicit now but also because they know exactly how to tease you. they never push too hard, but just enough to get you worked up

you don't know that they know but after falling victim to their coordinated attempts at courting, you assumed that they guessed incorrectly about what rank you are. in an attempt to have some peace, you make this grand reveal to them and they're so unphased. in fact, they're more focused on how good your scent is more than anything.

one thing leads to another and suddenly you're sandwiched between the two of them and fucked out of your mind. they don't even let you put up another act about how alphas should behave and keep you spoiled in bed all day until you stop pouting and promise to give them a fair chance

they do make an effort to take you on nice dates and buy you actual courting gifts. they're really expensive and have a lot of thought put into them. some of them are literally just sex toys they wanna use on you at a later date. like the first thing they buy you is a vibrator and lube. the hope was that you'd be curious but too inexperienced to do it on your own and come running to them

they're very horny romantics. so their claim bites on are either layered on top of each other to make a heart or symmetrical somewhere on your body. the choice is yours but I think it'd be the same way on all three of you.

anyways, you guys are a very practical pack I feel. the three of you would love to have everything be matching and constantly do cuddle piles but it doesn't always get to happen. sometimes it's as simple as one of you is on a mission and can't do the cuddle pile. other times it's the simple fact that Wanda likes to wear pajama pants, you only sleep in shorts, and nat typically goes without pants when sleeping.

and I think that practically carries over into sex as well. in my mind Wanda and Nat are a complementary pair. Wanda is soft and Natasha is strict. That isn't to say they can't come together and spoil or tease you though.

if it's just you and nat or you and Wanda, the whole scene was likely recorded and there's a million photos of how you looked.

Wanda prefers to get you really deep into subspace and wait until you're practically leaking through your underwear before stripping you naked and filling your ass to the brim. she'll let you cum as much as you want so long as you're good and let her have fun too

Natasha likes to tease. She'll edge you for hours before she even thinks about pegging you. Nat is not above spanking you just for fun! After she's marked up your skin and left you a sticky mess, she'll spank your ass bright red until you have a hand print

80% of the time they top you together is to spoil you. it doesn't have to be a special event, but they like making you feel good together and watching you make a mess of yourself. they'll stretch your ass out with both of their straps and go for as long as they can.

The other 20% is always a punishment and not even Wanda's pampering nature can save you. If you break their rules, then you have to suffer the consequences. Since Natasha is a sadist and spanks you all the time, they get a little more creative. They fuck each other right in front of you and make you edge yourself with a simple fleshlight.

The only time they let your top is if you're in a rut and that doesn't mean you're not subbing. most of the time, you're breeding Wanda while Natasha is controlling your hips and keeping you in check via a collar.

Natasha likes to watch while you and Wanda fuck out your cycles. Maybe she'll ride you during rut if she's really horny and wants to be knotted but she prefers to watch you try and act all dominant and tough sometimes.

also their straps are enchanted and they love fucking your face. Natasha likes actually fucking your throat but Wanda just thinks you look absolutely adorable on your knees and desperate to please her.

the aftercare is always wonderful. they follow a similar routine even if they're not fucking you together because it's tailored to what they think you need most after sex. cuddles and a bath are mandatory, even if Wanda has to drag you to the bathroom with her magic. if they've tipped you together, they prefer you just go right into taking a nap but they will let you watch TV or play a videogame if they weren't too rough.

honestly they seem like the type to not even consider sex if they know you haven't eaten anything, but they still keep a few in the mini fridge just in case you need something.

[asuyaka]

Omg I loved ur dazai x male reader whose rich, could I request something similar but it's Ranp instead? Please ignore this if your requests aren't open or smth 😊😅

★ - 's okay !! 'm reqs are open s' you can req as much as you want!! :3

☆ - Edogawa Ranpo x GN! Reader — can be read as Male reader!!

You were busy working, making small talk with Atsushi from time to time if you were confused about something or you got tired of looking at a white screen and black letters for hours on end.

In truth, you were waiting for the small, very tiny present you got Ranpo for his birthday to arrive. You already did everything in the morning, wake him up with breakfast in bed— pancakes with chocolate chips and a shit ton of syrup— buy him every single thing he wanted at a candy store and take him on a small date to get mochi from a hand-made small business you enjoyed going to as a kid.

Ranpo is busy doing what he always does. Lazying around and eating candy. Though, Kunikida doesn't bother him because Ranpo has 'birthday privileges', whatever that means.

You glance at the time. It should've arrived an hour ago, but you didn't get a notification. Sighing dejectedly, you save the file you were working on and grab your coat.

"Heyyy! Are you going somewhere?" Ranpo yells from his seat. If the overflowing trash can full of snack wrappers says anything, it's that he's run out of food. Already.

"You only think of me as snack supply, don't you?" You roll your eyes in feigning annoyance, letting your boyfriend koala hug your back as you have goodbye to the remaining ADA members.

"Where are we going?" Ranpo asks, adjusting his position so his cheek is pressing against yours, his arms stretched out so his elbows are pressed against your shoulder.

You wave goodbye to Naomi, the soft breeze hitting your skin relaxes you in a way. "You followed me without knowing where I was going?"

Ranpo huffs. "Yeah! I'm not gonna spend my time in that boring office! The director is busy today so I can't annoy him."

Your phone buzzes and you look down at the notification. It's Atsushi, with a picture of a stuffed animal almost twice his size. You groan. Of course it arrived when you left— of course it did.

"Somethin' wrong?" Ranpo asks as he shifts up, pulling your body along with him.

"No, everything is great." You mutter as you stuff your phone back in your pocket.

"Don't you use super deduction on me either." You add, causing Ranpo to groan. "I wanna know what made you so mad! C'monnnn!!! Please?"

"No, Ranpo. It'll ruin it." You walk into the local convenience store and grab a trolley. Sure, you get weird stares but you're used to that. It isn't the regular convenience store you go to, the people who work there are used to you and Ranpo's antics but these people aren't. You two are less than bothered as Ranpo gets three of every snack in the entire store.

The total is pricey, 11,373 yen but it barely makes a dent in your bank account.

Ranpo peppers your cheek with kisses, occasionally asking you if you wanted some to eat. You politely declined. It was his birthday after all, and you wanted him to have anything he wanted.

He always said it was perks of having a rich partner, but you didn't mind. You know he loved you for you, not just your money.

Walking back to the ADA with bags upon bags of snacks in your hands, you hope the snacks are enough to keep Ranpo busy. With a soft smile, you walk past Naomi, ride the elevator up to the offices, and open the door.

"I don't wanna—" Ranpo stops himself when he sees the massive, fucking gigantic stuffed bear that replaces his chair. He jumps off your back, stuffing the last Oreo in his mouth as he examines it.

It's twice his size with a note on the side of it.

Dazai, who's beside you, whines dramatically about when he's going to get a partner who buys weird sappy shit like what you do for Ranpo.

"I love you sososososo much!!" Ranpo runs up and hugs you causing you to stumble a bit. He peppers your cheek with kisses and goes on and on about how he's going to tell his dad—he means the director, he always does when he mentions his father— and how he's going to marry you.

"Ewww, I hate happy couples." Dazai gags and Kunikida makes a fuss about you using Ranpo's birthday privilages to escape work.

You press a kiss on Ranpo's lips, putting his snacks by his stuffed toy with a warm smile.

You truly do love him, great infamous detective or not.

[lunar-rcp]

How do you write depression so well with Poli? T_T You're a great writers!!

An ask on this blog besides the rotting oneshots I need to write.. Wowie!

Anyways, thank you so much! I try my best. With you guys support, I always feel more motivated to write <33

Now getting to the main point, a small content warning ;

🌺 . . content warning ; depression !!

I'll be divide it into small categories.

Remember ; Everyone has it in a different way! I don't wanna get sappy, but it's mainly based off personal experience. Always remember to take care of yourself, I care for you all so much!

◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒ How does depression work?

.ᐟ Depression is an mental illness that forms in many ways. An example that it could happen due to trauma. Depression can affect so much more than people think. Such as the way you behave, the way you act and how you tend to your daily needs.

.ᐟ In Poli's case, he struggles with his needs. If you have seen the RP between me with Polina then in the first parts in the rp his apartment is messy. And the latest part of the RP he got himself sick. Depression can be so severe, that you basically are unable to take care of yourself and get sick. That's what happened to Poli.

.ᐟ Sometimes, it's practically impossible to completely get over your mental illness. I'd like to call these 'episodes' for myself. On days I feel happier and on worser days I just unfortunately just can't. (Please don't worry for me, I'm fine now!)

◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒ How do you write depression?

.ᐟ Sometimes, Depression is just thought of being simply sad. That is NOT the case. The illness makes you act differently. To yourself and others. You may feel numb, anger, confusion. The feeling makes you so frustated, that you break down. You don't know what to do with yourself. Some people refuse it. What I'm saying is-- Everyone deals with it differently.

.ᐟ Loss of interest in job, hobbies, etc. Or even OVERWORKING at these factors. Poli's case, he completely overworked himself to the limit to ignore his feelings. When you work, you tend to forget about your life. It is basically a distraction to some. Poli's job MAKES him happy, but overworks himself at it to just have that feeling of happiness.

.ᐟ Your thoughts are your biggest hater. With the way I write Poli's actions that are NOT actual actions. Are actually his thoughts. With him wanting to with space.. I meant he wants to end it. His thoughts he drags down the team also happen often.

Which is why I'm getting to..

◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒Metaphors

Something I ALWAYS use in my writing are metaphors for absolutely anything. Think to yourself, what are the characters interested in? What are things you could use as the way to write a mental illness?

Here are the ones I use for Poli ;

FORGET-ME-NOT ; Against the flowers meaning, he wants to be forgotten. Forget-Me-Nots are fairly small, meaning he felt small in his classroom.

CONSTELLATIONS, STARS, SPACE ; Poli always wants to be with space. It brings him comfort. He wants to with that comfort. So much so he WANTS to be with it so people can look up to him for once without a pity of doubt.

THE ACTOR ON THE STAGE ; Actors always put on a face who they act for. Poli acts silly, which is a true counterpart to his personality but sometimes he masks it as he's fine. Actors can also overwork themselves, so much so they can collapse on the stage.

♡ ,, These are the things I always remember. There's SO much more, but I can't explain further. I absolutely support doing research and check out how other writers do it! That way, I'm sure your writing can even expand further.

♡ ,, Thank you so much for asking me this. Remember, I care for this fandom so much! Please, if there's anything wrong I can always be there for you.

Love you all !

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ the party finds a strange girl in the woods, leading to a series of stranger events

warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy & sappy steve, shit writing, mentions of psychiatric hospital, mentions of sex

word count ❧ 2k

additional notes ❧ none | i appreciate you ´･ᴗ･`

When I get home that night, I lay in bed so many thoughts swirling through my mind. What happened to Will? Is he okay? Why didn't he make it home last night? And Steve. I couldn't stop obsessing over Steve. Why does Steve want to become close again? Why is he perusing Nancy? Why not me?

The thoughts make me sick.

Suddenly I hear a crash from inside the house. Instantly, I stand up and grab my hair brush, making my way towards the sound. I raise my arm up, ready to attack the unexpected visitor.

That's when I hear a muffled, "Shit!" emanating from the garage. Still armed with my raised arm, I fling open the door. I'm met with my brother picking up his bike off the ground.

Dustin jerks his head in my direction with wide eyes. He was caught.

"Dustin, where are you going?" I ask with eyebrows raised and head tilted down.

"Shit," he mumbles under his breath, "The party and I are finding Will." I start walking towards him intending to grab my own bike, "And there's nothing you can do to stop us."

"Relax, little bro," I roll my eyes, picking up my bike, "I'm coming with you." 

And whatever you do, don't go looking for Will.

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Dustin and I meet up with Mike and Lucas, then bike to Mirkwood road, where we last saw Will. We reach a taped off section of the woods and set our bikes down. I hear a rumble of thunder in the distance and raindrops start to fall.

"Hey guys," Dustin says, a single raindrop falling on his face, "Feel that?"

"I think, maybe, we should go back"

"Yeah, Dustin's right, we shouldn't be out here in a thunderstorm." I say, agreeing with my brother.

"No, we're not going back, jus' stay close," Mike says determined in finding our friend, "Just stay on channel six, and don't do anything stupid!"

"Mike! Lucas! Come back!" I yell as they make their way further into the woods, "I told Hopper I would watch over you guys!"

"Hey guys, wait up," My brother shouts, running after them, "Wait up!"

"Damn it!"

And I run after them.

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

The rain pours down on us as we make our way through the dark woods. I tug my jacket tighter to my body, a shiver running down my spin when the breeze rushes past. This may not be my brightest moment, but someone has to watch over these kids.

"Will!" Mikes screams into the woods.

"Will" I yell, "Where are you!"

"Byers!" Lucas shouts, over the noisy rain.

"I've got your X-Men 134!" Dustin offers, "Guys, I really think we should turn back!" He adds.

"Seriously Dustin?" Lucas says frustrated with his friend, "If you wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"Guys, c'mon! This is no time to fight! Our friend is missing!" I yell at the two.

They ignore me.

"I'm just being realistic, Lucas!" Dustin defends himself.

"No, you're just being a big sissy!" Lucas counters.

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going in the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?" Dustin rants.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike says.

"I'm just saying, that seem smart to you?" Dustin finishes loudly over the rain.

"Yeah, we really shouldn't be out here guys. We didn't come prepared." I add.

"Guys shut up, shut up!" Mike says, the trees rustling nearby, "Did you guys hear that?"

The forest rustles all around, each of us frantically searching for the source of the sound. Suddenly, in front of us, appears a girl in a yellow t-shirt and a buzzcut.

"Holy shit..."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Having successfully brought the girl to Mike's basement, I don't fully understand how we did it without being caught. We stand around her, eyes wide and breaths heavy, as she sits on the couch, too shocked to speak.

"Is there a number we can call?" Mike asks, "For your parents?"

"Where's you hair?" Dustin gasps, "Do you have cancer?"

"Did you run away?" Lucas asks.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Mike asks.

"Is that blood?" Lucas asks, reaching his hand towards the girl.

"Stop it!" Mike says, swatting Lucas's hand away, "You're freaking her out!"

"She's freaking me out!" Lucas says gesturing to the girl.

"I bet she's deaf." Dustin says before clapping his hands in front of the girl's face.

She flinches.

"Not deaf." Dustin says, over to us.

"Alright, that's enough, alright," Mike says, stopping the boys from anymore questions, "She's just scared and cold." Mike turns to get a clean shirt and pants.

Thunder rumbles loudly, causing the girl to jump back, scared and squeeze her eyes shut.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe with us." I say softly to the girl and she looks up at me a little more at ease.

"Here, these are clean, okay?" Mike comes back, handing the clothes to the girl.

She stands up and starts taking off her shirt. All the boys start yelling and covering their eyes. I chuckle and gently bring the girl's shirt back down.

"Over there," I point, "That's the bathroom, honey, privacy. Get it?" I tell the girl before walking with her to the door.

I'm about to close the bathroom door when the girl suddenly puts her hand up, stopping me from doing so.

"You don't want it closed?" I ask.

"No." She responds shortly.

"Okay well, how about we just leave it like this?" I ask leaving the door open with a few inches cracked, "Is this better?"

"Yes." She responds again.

"Okay, sweetie, let me know if you need anything." I say giving her a soft smile before walking back over to the boys.

"This is mental." Dustin says.

"At least we know she can talk." I offer, shrugging slightly.

"She said "no" and "yes." Mike's three-year-old sister says more." Lucas responds slightly annoyed.

"She tried to get naked." Dustin points out.

"There's something seriously wrong with her," Lucas says, "Like wrong in the head." Lucas adds pointing to he head.

"She just went like..." Dustin says before going through the motion of taking off a shirt, knocking his hat off in the process.

"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst." Lucas says pointing at Mike.

"From where?" Mike asks annoyed.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County." Lucas says like it's obvious.

"You got a lot of family there?" Dustin asks with a smirk.

"Bite me." Lucas responds, "Seriously though, think out it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy."

"Why she went like..." Dustin says, making the same motion as before.

"She's an escapee is the point," Lucas says, "She's probably a psycho."

"Like Micheal Myers." Dustin concludes with wide eyes.

"She's not like Micheal Myers, Dustin." I say, but I'm ignored.

"Exactly." Lucas agrees, "We should have never brought her here!" Lucas adds frustrated.

So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?" Mike asks, equally frustrated with his friend.

"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem." Lucas argues.

"I think we should tell your mom," Dustin says.

"I second that." Lucas agrees.

"I third that." I say, raising my hand up.

"Who's crazy now?" Mike questions us.

"How is that crazy?" Lucas whisper-yells back.

"Cause, we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?" Mike sighs, making a point.

"So?" Lucas says.

"So, if Mike tells his mom, then she tells our moms." I say with a shrug.

"Oh man." Dustin says worried.

"Our houses become Alcatraz..." Lucas says.

"Exactly. We'll never find Will," Mike confirms.

"Alright, here's the plan," Mike begins, "She sleeps here tonight."

"You're letting a girl—" Dustin starts.

"Just listen," Mike cuts him off, "In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear! And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will."

Mike's idea doesn't seem terrible. Dustin and Lucas glance at one another before giving Mike a nod. I follow suit and nod as well. With that, we leave the Wheeler's house.

Dustin and I bike back to our house in the middle of the thunderstorm. Not the safest choice, but what other option do we have. Thankfully our mom is once again, sound asleep on the couch.

I'm in my room getting ready for bed. I start to cross my room to get into bed when I hear two taps on my window. I freeze in place, and wait, maybe it was just rain.

Two more taps. When I walk over to the window and open my curtains, I'm met with a mop of familiar brown eyes and a sheepish smile. I quickly open the window and pull the soaked boy inside.

"Steve? What are you doing?" I question, holding his forearms, slowing moving my hands up to his biceps, "It's pouring outside!"

"When has a little rain ever stopped me before?" He says, running a hand through his dripping hair and then moving past me to sit on my bed.

"Oh no, you are not sitting on my bed with wet clothes, Harrington," I shoot him a pointed look, hands on my hips, "At least take off your jacket." I say gesturing to his jacket before plopping down on my bed.

"Tryin' to get me naked, sweetheart?" Steve responds while shrugging his jacket off placing it on my chair.

"For the love of g—"

"I'm kidding, I'm saving that for Nancy tomorrow night." He says cutting me off, sitting in the space next to me.

My stomach drops.

"What?"

"Tomorrow night, party at my house. I'm inviting Nancy and Barb." Steve says nonchalantly.

"Tommy and Carol will obviously be there and, I'm inviting you now." He shoots me a soft smile.

"Oh.”

"Yeah, I know right," Steve continues, "So, I'll definitely be getting to home base with Nance." He says almost giddy.

"Any tips, Henderson?"

"Did you just ask me, a girl who's never had sex in her life, for tips...?" I ask, sitting criss-cross.

"Not that, I mean tips for getting Nancy to like me." He says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

There's a pause.

"Wait, you've never had sex?"

"Nope," I say casually.

"Like, no one ever..." He cuts himself off.

"No," I say more embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably on my bed.

"Oh," Steve says looking down awkwardly, "Shit, Henderson."

I fidget with my hands placed in my lap and decide to change the topic, "You want tips for getting into Nancy's pants?"

"That's not what I said."

"No, but it's what you meant."

"(Y/n)...please," Steve whispers.

I sigh.

"Okay, but you can't break her heart, Harrington." I say, pointing my finger at his chest.

"I won't, you know I won't." He says.

"Do I?" I respond.

"C'mon, you don't really believe that crap about me, do you?" Steve says, sadly, almost as if he cared what I thought, "It's all rumors and shit."

"I don't really know who you are anymore Steve." I say looking down to my lap.

"Then let me show you," He says softly, bringing his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. My heart is racing. I start to feel hot, shamelessly thinking about something entirely different than his pure intentions.

"Come to the party, you won't be disappointed." Steve says confidently pulling his hand back.

I raise my eyebrows at him.

"And I promise, I won't break Nancy's heart." He finishes.

"Okay, fine." I give in.

"Great, you won't regret it," He grins, as he stands up, grabs his jacket and walks over to the window.

"See you tomorrow, Henderson," Steve says, giving me one last glance before climbing out my window into the pouring rain.

"Bye," I say, "And Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Nancy already likes you, like a lot," I say softly, "Just have patience with her."

"Thanks (Y/n)." Steve smiles before pulling his hood over his head, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you."

Friend.

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[sylvaridreams]

To be frank and up front and honest with all of you I DON'T know how much longer I will be on Tumblr. I don't intend to delete this blog, and in the event that my main ever got nuked I have this side blog co-admined by a backup account, so my posts won't vanish. Not yet.

But I do not like what Tumblr is doing. I don't respect the decisions being made here and I think ignoring them longterm is insane and cruel at best, and ignoring them short-term and hoping it smooths out for now is no better. Like frankly it's just not. I follow my gw2 mutuals for gw2 so I don't expect you guys to be reblogging posts about the bans or anything, like this is the silly game zone. So that's not the point of this post. I'm not shaming the gamers for posting games instead of "holy hell they already banned another."

I do wanna say, I've had this blog almost 10 years (making it my oldest surviving blog! It's followed me from my first account that I made in 2011!) And for a long while I felt like an outsider to the gw2 community and it was really hard for me to find a niche where people didn't shun and ignore me. So I love you all and appreciate how welcoming everyone last year when I came back to gw2blr. I didn't expect that. I didn't expect I'd make friends out of this at all. I turn 30 in about 2 weeks, and at a certain point it's hard for me to meet people and make friends, even online. It's just tough to do somehow. You think at points "this is what I have now, from here to the end" and then new people are nice to you anyway. I love this community here. I hope we can keep playing and talking ocs and doing silly stuff at art party and tagging each other to say "this is nearly as sad and wet as your commander!" for a really long time.

And all that said. Maybe I'll leave. Maybe I'll start over elsewhere or just not have anywhere to post. I don't know. I'm trying out some other places. I'm investigating what my options look and feel like and determining where I might want to start planting seeds for sylvaridreams to start over.

If things go how I anticipate they will, I'll set up shop elsewhere. And I'll stop putting new posts here. And then I'll start cleaning up. Scraping out my old posts from the back to tidy up and consolidate for that new place. We'll see.

Even if everything does rocket to the bottom and fizzle out and some wealthy man's tantrum about trans people existing online shuts down Tumblr's servers for being completely unprofitable, I genuinely do hope that we can continue to have fun together somehow. Whether it's a mass relocation or just monthly art parties. Mayhe we'll see each other in game. Who knows.

I'm currently trying out cohost.org as a new place to post. I don't have a site set up yet for gw2 blogging but I might head that way soon, and meanwhile youre welcome to follow my main site if you want, it's damazcuz just like my main blog is. That said, if I do make a gw2 cohost I'll post about it again with a link.

This isn't a goodbye post and I'm not gone yet but I'm a sappy person and I like what we have here. And I want to give a solid heads up of where I might be heading before I just go.

[onyxisnotuniqueenough]

petnames rating tag game ask thing grade tag stuff thing

since my last post was about nicknames i thought that i would rate pet names that i see in fanfiction or online in general

Baby - basic but somehow not good. I can tolerate it in songs, not in speech. Get that word out of your mouth rn. 3.5/10

Babe - i somehow tolerate it more - but it has to be the right character (which it often isn't.) or else it's ugly 4/10

Sweetheart - hey, not that bad dude! fits on most characters even if they would obviously say it in different ways (that's where author comes in to be canon-accurate) but overall okay. 5.3/10

Darling - this is not cringe city this is cringe country. why. only works for 0.5% of characters. Critically overused for ones that would never say it - and that overuse ruined it 3.5/10

Honey - my favourite one of this list. sounds natural on most people, can be used in teasing ways, is not ruined by accents or personality of characters usually. is not cringe or overly sappy (because it can also has been used by friends or parental figures to make it a more casual word!) yes. 8.5/10

Honeypie - very different from its counterpart. can only be said ironically or mokcingly or teasingly or else it's just kind of ew. 1/10

Sweetie pie - 500x worse than honeypie. if the character is saying this SERIOUSLY i will have to stop reading that for a while, so make sure the rest is good to pull me back in 0.3/10

Sweet pea - NO. the only scenario where i could accept it is if a character was named BEA and it was switched to Sweet BEA. that would be kinda cute. otherwise, only your grandmother can call you this. 2,5/10

Pet - NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS DO I WANNA SEE THIS ON MY SCREEN OR HEAR IT OR SMELL IT NEVER EVER. WOULD NEEVR RECOVER NO PLEASE NOOIO -100/10

Love - if the person is not british, no. if the person is british, please handle it carefully. it's like the british honey, but somehow a little different in it's connotation. it sometimes is too casual for important scenes or a lil too much for who you're talking to depending on situations. if a non-british person uses this i will also have to take a break from reading your work, out of cringe. 5,6/10

Lover - you'd think it would get a higher grade. it doesn't 3/10

Princess - will never recover if i read this somewhere. NO THANK YOU. cringe and dyspoo-poo. i am TRYING to FORGET that i'm reading a FEMreader or from the pov of a FEM character so please no. and even if you were a fem person who even likes this ew. only use this ironically for breaking bad characters 0.1/10

Babygirl - the only thing i can hear is gru saying "bABY gORL" so it at least has a funny factor, that soothes the rash in my eyes i catch when i see that fucking pet name. NO NEVER. NO. NO. NOOONONONONONONONOOO;O 0/10

i'm tagging @tiromiro and @prettyeyesnof4ce to rate pet names if they want to. no pressure, feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it, we get it dw. and also tagging whoever wants to share their ratings! add more pet names or grade only one - i'm interested

[peppermintquartz]

"Told you you should've joined SWAT."

"And have to listen to you bragging every damn day? Thanks but no. Twice a year is more than enough."

Chimney's left eye twitches. "This is so weird."

Eddie nods. "I get what you mean."

Tommy - black shorts, blue tank top three sizes too large - dodges his twin Donovan ("Call me Rocker!" "Don't, he just thinks it's cooler than my name." "Baby bro, a seven-year-old girl named Priscilla Angel Darlington has a cooler name than 'Tommy'." "Don't call me baby bro.") and passes the ball to Victor Tan, who effortlessly sinks it in with a lay-up. Rocker swears and wipes his face with his red tee that's a size too small.

"You guys are supposed to be on opposite teams and you're yakkin' away," Luca says to Chimney and Eddie with a grin when they pause for a break. "All good?"

"Yeah, no, we're still a little... thrown by Tommy's twin brother. Which he has never mentioned." Eddie thanks Chimney absently when the latter passes him his bottle.

Rocker jogs over and throws an arm over Luca. "He doesn't like acknowledging my superior existence."

A ball hits him in the back and bounces off. Tommy glares at him while Victor detours to get his towel. "Whatever happened to 'keep your head on a swivel'?"

"Fuck off," Rocker drawls and flips his twin the bird.

Tommy slaps it down. "I hope you and your entire squad gets stuck in the sewers tomorrow."

They see a vehicle pull up - a familiar Jeep - and Buck hops out once it's parked. Tommy is already jogging over, kissing his boyfriend in full view of everyone as soon as they meet in the middle. They beam at each other, nauseatingly sweet even after five months of reconciliation.

Rocker makes a face of disapproval. "Honestly though, he'd be an embarrassment to me if he were in SWAT."

Shocked by the comment, Chimney and Eddie turn to look at him askance.

"What?" Rocker asks.

Victor scratches the side of his nose. "They think you're being homophobic, dude."

"What? No! Nah, it's just... Tommy's so sappy, y'know? He's all about the romcoms and happily ever afters blah blah blah. Me, I'm an action kinda guy. I like doing things."

"Not the way I remember it," Luca remarks with a broad grin.

"Pillow princess," Victor coughs into his fist.

Chimney looks like Christmas has come early. "You mean..."

"Hey, I'm not ashamed of having good times," says Rocker with a shrug.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

The moment Buck sees both Tommy and Rocker, his jaw drops. His mouth literally falls agape. "What in the...?"

"Twin," Tommy says.

"I'm his older brother."

"By eight minutes."

"Still. First to come out." Rocker winks. "Also first to come out of the closet."

Tommy groans and rolls his eyes. "You try living with dad, see how eager you are to sleep with every Tom, Dick and Sally."

"Name's Rocker," Rocker says to Buck, ignoring his twin entirely. "I hear you're bisexual. Solidarity, yo. Call me if my baby bro doesn't treat you well."

"Uh... sure," Buck says, looking rather dazed as he hands his phone over for Rocker to key in his number. "Buck. Is my name."

"I know a different Buck. Not as cute as you. Can I call you Evan? Tommy's talked my ears off about you."

"Uh... Maybe you can call me Buckley instead?" Buck bites his lower lip and looks quickly to the side. Tommy snorts but he just walks away to his duffel to set down his water bottle.

"Alright, Buckley it is. Luca, Tan, one more game? SWAT versus LAFD."

"Hell yeah!" Luca cheers, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Eddie and Chimney flank Buck once Rocker, Luca and Victor walk away, talking about something or someone called Deke. Or maybe it's Dick.

"So," Chimney starts.

"What are your thoughts?" Eddie prods.

"I kinda wanna know if they really are completely identical," Buck mutters, almost to himself. "And if they react the same way to, y'know, certain stimuli..."

From the glazed expression on his face, it's clear his mind is not on science or innocent tests.

"Okay." Eddie nods at Chimney. "I'm out."

Chimney stares at his brother-in-law and sighs. "Gutterbrain."

"What? They're both hot!" Buck protests.

Tommy looks over with a murderous glare. "No threesomes with my twin! Ever!"

"See? That's why I'm the cooler twin. You're no fun!" Rocker shouts from his side of the court.

Eddie wonders if Buck is going to maim someone from the sidelines. Maybe he should stay far, far away from Buck, just in case.

These two just biting each other’s heads off while the 118 and 20-Squad gather around and watch, both mesmerized and a little horny.

[dreamcatcher1stwin]

MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONE!!!!!

Tumblr didn't post this...... TWICE

So after a lot of begging on my part, @agustbi tagged me to do the 8 selfies and one full body pic of 2018!

I wanna tag a lot of people. Not because this is a challenge thing, but also to tell you all that your presence on my dash has made this year happier! We may not talk much or ever at all, but even if we don't, I appreciate you!!!!

@soft-pentagon @justasimplekpopper @spicylechuga @hani-magic @7nsomnia @red-string-of-gal-pals @dreamirene @dreaminghaos @drivesooyoung @hollywoodcassiecage @jisungified @kinodarling @my-witch-wives @quackle @leeyoobin @dinojun

@ all of those people, and at all of the people who read this, I hope this holiday season, as well as 2019 brings you all the joy, success, luck, love and warmth 2018 may not have!

Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate! Merry holidays, and a happy new year!

[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 5

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Chapter summary: angst <3 i know…very specific - but i don't wanna spoil!

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 His scent was still all around you. You were certain that you could smell him on your hair, your skin, your clothes…

Your breathing hadn’t slowed down yet and the tears were still drying on your cheeks. What had you just done?

You had let your boyfriend’s brother touch you.

But it was Aaron. Aaron: the man who had managed to steal your heart faster than anyone ever had before. Your friend, the first person you wanted to share good news with and the only one you wanted to sit in silence with you when you were sad.

Your heart was aching, your brain was screaming at you about your mistake, your eyes were teary, but the rest of your body wasn’t cooperating. Because your legs were still shaking; your thighs were still wet from your arousal; and your body was asking for him.

You could still feel the sweet numbness between your legs. It might had been wrong, but it was the most heavenly thing you’d ever felt. God, he was the best you’d ever had and you hadn’t even seen his dick yet.

A short chuckle escaped your lips; laughing at your misery was all you had left.

--

After wiping your eyes clean, you walked out of your room again. Aaron was still there. Your guess was that he didn’t want to look suspicious by leaving so suddenly.

You scanned the living room for Sean, and once you spotted him, you approached him and took his hand, resting your head on his shoulder. It would seem weird if you spent the entire evening away from him. You hated yourself for thinking that way-for plotting how not to seem guilty. Even though you were. And that’s exactly how it felt.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Sean invited Aaron to join the group of friends that was around you with a signal of his arm. So Aaron did.

He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. The second one for tonight, you noted in your head.

You kept staring at him, knowing that no one would notice, since no one was paying attention to you. You hadn’t spoken a word for the last twenty minutes. You just sat there, observing the conversation. That’s what you wanted: not to attract any extra attention tonight. What you didn’t want though was Aaron ignoring you.

It made sense. He was being careful. But it felt like he was slipping away from you already. And when you saw him filling another glass of whiskey you confirmed that the situation wasn’t easy for him either.

“Sean,” you whispered to your boyfriend towards the end of the night, “Please call Aaron a taxi. Don’t let him drive. He’s had a few.”

He nodded his head and kissed your forehead. “Okay.”

--

“Come here, you,” Sean said and grabbed your arm as you walked around, trying to clean up the space a little before bed.

“Sean, I have to clean,” you complained.

“Tomorrow. The sun will be up in a bit anyway. Just come here.”

You gave in and let him sit you on his lap.

“There’s my birthday girl,” he grinned. His fingers got lost between your hair as he looked at you. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look tonight?’

“Thanks,” you laughed.

Sean kept staring at you.

His grin faded. It got you worried.

“Today made me think,” he said.

“About what?” you asked carefully.

“About how lucky I am that a woman like you was born and is now in my life.”

“Oh…”

“Sorry, I know, I’m getting all sappy and awkward,” he chuckled.  “But I just…I’m grateful for you. I know I can get difficult to love sometimes.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” His hand rubbed your thigh in a comforting motion. “But, you never let me feel that way. If you had told me a few years ago, my life would be like this, I wouldn’t have believed you. If you’d told me that I would have an amazing girlfriend, a beautiful home, that I’d be clean and following my dreams, I swear I’d laugh in your face.”

“Sean…” you started, but he cut you off.

“All I’m trying to say is that today is your birthday and it seemed like a fitting day to let you know how much I appreciate you and everything that you do for me.”

“I appreciate you too. And I’m so proud of you, Sean,” you said, and hugged him as closely as you could.

“Thank you, baby.”

--

“Are these new?” Sean questioned.

He was laying on his back, an arm under his neck and another resting across his stomach. Sean always loved staring at you taking off your clothes and makeup to get in bed.

“Oh, the earrings?” you acted naive, placing them in a different box from the original.

“Yeah, I can see them sparkling from across the room. Are those real diamonds?”

“Of course not,” you giggled.

“They look like they are.”

“Well, that’s why I bought them,” you lied.

After securing your earrings away, you left the bedroom and walked into the guest room. That’s where you had left all your presents. Aaron’s present was in there too. Well, the present that was for the world to see anyway.

You missed him. You just wanted to smell the flowers he got you for a moment, feel close to him again.

Sean was in the mood earlier, but you told him you were tired. Still, you made out for a few minutes and his hands were all over you. The hands of the man whose touch you used to crave, now made you miss another man.

A smile took over your face when you spotted the flowers. He was the only one who had gotten you your favorites.

You brought the bouquet close to your face so you could smell them. That’s how you noticed there was a little card inside.

You are a light to everyone around you and most of all to me. Happy birthday, sweetheart.

The card was soon attacked by your kisses.

--

Not talking to Aaron was one of the most difficult things you ever had to do.

He hadn’t messaged you or called you in weeks now. You missed him like crazy, but you didn’t dare to make the first move.

What if he regretted it? What if he realized this was a mistake and didn’t want to see you again? Even if those thoughts broke your heart, you had no choice but to accept things as they were.

You couldn’t even count the times you had reached out for your phone, to message him something, knowing it would make him laugh, only to remember that he wasn’t your friend anymore.

Like that Saturday morning, when you were making pancakes. You had tried to make heart-shaped pancakes with chocolate chips. It was an absolute failure.

After taking a few pictures, laughing at yourself, you were dying to send them to Aaron.

If it was any other time, you would have already. The caption would be “Wanna come over for breakfast?”

He’d say “I’ll pass. I’d rather spend my weekend without food poisoning.”

God, you missed him.

His flowers had dried up but you kept one of them and hid it between the pages of your favorite book.

--

The bell of your front door rang. That was weird…Sean never forgot his keys.

Opening the door you were met with a surprise.

“Aaron? Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Y/N!” you heard a little voice and soon your waist had two tiny arms wrapped around it.

You looked down only to find Jack staring at you with a huge grin.

“My sweet angel, how are you?”

“I’m good. We went to the grocery store today,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yes! And we met uncle Sean there and he told us to come here so we can all eat together,” he jumped, excited by telling you the story.

Well that explained why the man you were madly in love with and who you hadn’t talked to since your birthday was standing on your door.

“Where’s Sean?” you asked Aaron, while Jack was settled by your side, completely attached to you.

“He’s getting your groceries from the car,” he said. He looked good. He somehow looked even better than the last time you had seen him. Or maybe you just missed him.

Jack begged you to let him sit in your lap while eating, and of course you did, even though his dad was being a pain in the ass like always and insisted that it was impractical.

Sean was sitting on the chair next to you and Aaron was sitting across from you.

You were quite literally surrounded by Hotchners.

It was a blessing that Jack kept distracting you with questions and random facts about his life, because otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to take your eyes off Aaron. Off his hands…his mouth…parts of him that had touched your skin; your skin that was now burning under his gaze.

You couldn’t resist stealing glances at him. He was doing the same. The feeling of looking into his eyes was one of your favorite feelings in the world and you finally had the chance to experience it again. How could you stop?

Aaron kept the conversation casual, mostly asking you questions about work. Asking you things he already very well knew. But Sean would be surprised if he found out he did, and that was something both of you didn’t want. It was already a close call that when earlier, somehow, Oprah was brought up in the conversation, the two of you burst out laughing, remembering that this was your nickname for him when he got all wise about emotions and life.

You both covered your mouths with your hands as if it would hide the fact that you were giggling like little kids.

“Why are they laughing?” Sean asked Jack.

The kid just shrugged his shoulders, directing all his attention to the cheesecake in front of him.

It could have been a sign that you and Aaron were closer than you cared to show Sean, but it made you happy; laughing with him again. Maybe you were still friends.

When dinner was over, Jack fell asleep on your couch and that left you and the two brothers at the table alone.

“So…Aaron,” Sean said, bringing a glass of wine to his lips. “We keep talking and talking, but you haven’t told us. Is there anyone special in your life this period?”

You froze. Because if he were to say yes, you were already planning your exit to the bathroom so you could cry in peace.

You were feeling possessive over a man who wasn't yours.

“Come on, don’t be shy. We’re a family,” Sean urged him to talk when he stayed silent.

Aaron looked at you for half a second. If you had blinked you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“There is one,” he said quietly.

You felt tightness in your chest.

“Or was,” he added. “We don’t talk anymore.”

Oh.

“Why?” Sean asked.

“It’s complicated,” Aaron simply stated.

“Come on, give us something,” he said. If only you knew, babe, you thought.

“It’s a long story. I don’t really wanna talk about it.” There was sadness in his voice. He missed you too.

“Well if the story’s over, time to move on to the new one right?” Sean said, and took a sip of his wine.

Aaron looked down, letting out a bitter laugh.

Sean read his reaction, so he changed his tone to a serious one. “She must be really special to you, huh?”

“She is. She was the light of my life.”

If you could just pull him by his collar and drown him in kisses, you would.

Later, Sean let you walk Aaron – with a sleeping Jack in his arms – to the door, as he cleaned up the table.

The door was a good way to hide yourself from the rest of the house and finally look at Aaron the way you had been dying to all night. He was smiling at you. He was smiling.

“I miss you,” you mouthed at him.

His smile turned into a sexy smirk. “I miss you more,” he mouthed back.

Securing Jack is his arms even tighter he leaned in and, after letting you check for any signs of Sean around you, he kissed you. It was a quick kiss - him taking your bottom lip in his mouth for a few seconds - but it was enough for your stomach to fill with butterflies.

“I’ll text you,” he whispered against your lips and walked with his son back to his car.

--

“What’s wrong?” Sean asked you, clearly having noticed that you had been checking your phone every five minutes.

“Just waiting for an email from work.” You dropped your phone on the cushions of your couch.

That wasn’t the truth. You were waiting for a text from Aaron. You were supposed to meet that evening, but you hadn’t heard from him all day. That was so unlike him.

This was the first time you would meet alone after everything that had happened. He wouldn’t ghost you like that.

The nightmare you had the night before with him in it, had you carrying a bad feeling inside you all day. You tried your best to ignore it.

--

The ground beneath Aaron’s feet felt cold. He wasn’t wearing any shoes when he got out of that yellow, vintage car.

As he walked into the theater in front of him, his hospital gown changed into a sharp suit and a white bowtie, without him realizing.

Suddenly a red balloon appeared in front of him, which he followed with no hesitation.

And that was when he saw her.

“Hi, honey. I saved you a seat,” she beamed at him.

--

“Yes. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes, we’re already in the car,” Sean said to the person he was talking on the phone with.

“Aaron suddenly collapsed at work. They took him to the hospital.”

You hadn’t been able to breathe since you heard that sentence. The window of Sean’s car was supporting your head as you stared outside.

Your headache was getting worse by holding back the tears and the road to the hospital seemed to have no end.

--

Aaron couldn’t help the tears from falling down his cheeks as he took Haley’s hand in his and called her beautiful.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she responded with a smile.

“I miss you,” he whispered to her.

“I know.” The sound of a film playing distracted her. “Oh, it’s starting!”

Suddenly Jack’s sweet face was on a big screen in front of them; cheering up his dad on his marathon, holding his homemade sign as high as he could.

“Look how happy he is,” Haley sighed, with the selfless love of a mother. “He’s gotten so big.” And she wasn’t there to see it.

“You’re really good with him,” she commented, watching Aaron reading to Jack a bedtime story.

“I’m not you. I’m not good enough.”

“Stop beating yourself up. You’re a great dad. You always have been.” She looked so honest. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could believe her.

“It gets hard. And I’m alone,” Aaron’s voice broke.

“No, you’re not.”

How real it felt that she was there…wiping his tears away with her hands, comforting him with her words; telling him he should talk to Jack more…he knew he should.

“Goal!” she cheered for her son. You should have been there, he wanted to tell her.

She should have been there. Life was so unfair.

--

Walking into the hospital made everything suddenly very real. You had your feelings under control so far, but arriving there broke you.

“Where is he?” Sean asked a blonde woman he apparently already knew. She must be Penelope, you thought.

“He’s in surgery. We have no news.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked her, desperate, as if she had all the answers.

“We hope,” she smiled, but she was clearly emotional. Her presence somehow brought you a certain type of comfort you couldn’t explain, even though she was a stranger to you.

“He will be,” Sean added, and placed his hand on your shoulder.

You couldn’t help yourself. You tried to keep your sobs silent by covering half of your face with your hand.

Sean pulled you into his arms and you let yourself cry against his chest.

“Shh…” he moved his palm up and down your back. “He’ll be okay.”

You knew how bad it looked; sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms for his brother. But you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was getting your Aaron back.

--

Aaron blinked slowly when your face appeared on the screen.

“Who’s that?” Haley asked him, and he felt as if he was back in high school and a friend was teasing him about a crush.

“That’s Y/N,” he said, softly.

“She’s beautiful.”

You were. God, you were more beautiful than his heart could take.

“Jack loves her!” Haley spoke again, when she saw you with the little boy in your lap.

“He does. She makes him happy,” Aaron said.

“It looks like she makes you happy too. It’s good that you have her in your life.”

“She’s not mine,” he said with regret.

“To me it looks like she is,” she smirked.

Their conversation was interrupted by a man, trying to find his own seat in the theater. “Excuse me. Ah…Sorry. Pardon me,” he said, sitting right next to Haley. “I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Aaron felt his blood turn cold. “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I invited him,” Haley reassured him. He felt confused.

“She is hot,” Foyet said when he noticed you.

“Mmm…Isn’t she?” Haley agreed.

“I would tear that up,” Foyet laughed cruelly. “Hey, I bet she's a real tiger in the sack, huh?”

Aaron wanted to beat him to death like he did the first time. He couldn’t let his poison reach you too. Not you.

A gunshot was heard, and he knew he couldn’t stop it, but he tried to anyway.

He had to relive Haley’s death all over again.

--

Sean had left the waiting room to bring you - and the woman you now knew for sure was Penelope - some food and coffee.

“You’re his favorite you know,” you whispered to her ear even though it was just the two of you there.

“Who, Sean’s? she asked confused.

“No,” you laughed. “Aaron’s.”

“Really?” she said, excited.

“Mhm…he talks about you guys all the time. And I can tell he has a soft spot for you,” you admitted. “He says the team would be lost without you.”

“Well, that’s true,” Penelope said. “But sweet…We all love him. He’s like our dad,” she joked making you laugh.

But by laughing, tears were formed in your eyes again. You tried to wipe them away, but she saw them.

“Hey…he’s gonna be alright. Our big boss-man doesn’t give up that easily,” she attempted to comfort you.

“I know,” your voice broke. “I know. I just…I really need to look into his eyes right now and know that he’s okay.”

“You will.” She held your hand and gave you a sweet smile.

--

“Well this was fun,” Haley said, walking away from him.

“I don’t want you to go. Stay, just a little while longer,” he asked her, desperate to get more time with her.

But she wouldn’t stay.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted to her. She wasn’t Haley, his wife, anymore. She was Haley, his oldest friend; the person who used to know him better than anyone; the person he could ask for advice. So that’s what he was doing.

“Happiness is a choice,” she told him. “So choose.”

“How can I choose what makes me happy if it’s wrong?”

“Get out of your head. The heart is the one that knows, so follow it.”

“But don’t you think I’m a horrible person?” Aaron asked.

“No,” she smiled at him. “I think you’re just unlucky. You fell in love with someone you shouldn’t.”

Aaron stayed silent. Foyet was the one who said goodbye first. Then it was Haley’s turn. “Goodbye, Aaron. And, yes, I still love you too,” she said and disappeared.

Part 6

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My Pining Is Meant to Be from Afar (Male!Reader x Dean Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for  Dean, with all his issues, gets real freaked out about fake dating his future bf to catch a monster. It's only afterward that he realizes he was flustered because he actually liked the guy. Cue a make-up, actual date where he tries to be real cheesy and romantic despite his instincts to just ignore all that mess

It had taken a LOT of convincing to get Dean to participate.

Apparently, saving people and hunting things (the family business) became a lot less palatable to the Winchesters when it involved going into a gay bar to lure out an incubus that had carved out its niche among gay men.

You, having mentioned quite early on that you were gay to the Winchesters when they first came to use your expertise as a researcher, are having none of their bs, and you've practically ordered Dean to serve as your date.

Sam wasn't sure whether or not to be offended or to tease Dean and so got the chance to do neither. You weren't necessarily the clubbing type, but you knew enough of the scene to dress Dean appropriately, keeping him in his tight jeans and making him wear a leather jacket over a tight black tank top.

"So, uh... this the kind of first date, uh... your kind goes on?" Dean asks, clearly somewhat uncomfortable watching a bunch of men dancing together, some women speaking to each other and paying them no attention.

"Dean, my kind?" you raise an eyebrow. "We're not different species. And we're not all the same. I prefer something a little less loud, you know?"

Dean nods. "I, uh... don't really know what I like. I don't actually go on a lot of dates. Mostly it's just, you... you look at a girl who seems like she's alone and you flirt, and then you head back to the motel, right? Sock on the door."

"Hooking up." you say. He nods. "There's a lot of that among 'my kind' too." You smile at him. "But hey, we date too."

Dean gulps, jumping a little when a shirtless man squeezes past him, brushing a hand across his broad back. "So, uh... if this was a date, what would we do?"

You chuckle. "If this was a date, I'd probably have taken you to a cafe or diner and then on a walk. I tend to take things slow."

"That... sounds nice." Dean smiles for a moment before glancing around. "But say we were on the kind of date that'd get this incubus on us."

"Then we'd dance, Dean." you smirk. "We'd dance and I'd grind against you and you'd at some point take your shirt off, and then that incubus would ask to do a body shot off you, and then would try to charm you, and you'd take him to the Impala and Sam will handle the rest."

It happens pretty much as you say. Dean is still a little awkward but lets it all happen, marches onto the dance floor and though at first he does his little straight white boy dance he starts to loosen up and get more into gyrating and grinding.

At some point, Dean loses his shirt, throwing his jacket into the crowd.

And then the incubus comes up. It's a little odd for you, because he looks a lot like Dean and you wonder what he looks to Dean, but then Dean pretends to ditch you and leaves with the incubus. You call Sam, and lickety-split you're all headed home.

Dean seems a bit out of sorts as you all relax for a while before the brothers head out on other jobs. At one point, you and Dean go to a diner to get some burgers and shakes, and he suddenly looks at you.

"Uh... Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"This is... well... a nice little place. Quiet. Cozy."

You nod.

"And it's... well, you said, at the club..."

Dean sighs and clears his throat. "Y/N, I like you, okay? I like you a lot, in the way that means I wanna go out on dates and be close to you all the time and all that stupid sappy crap, okay?"

You smile. "So... did you ask me out here, or am I taking you on a date?"

Dean chuckles back and boldly reaches out, putting his hand in yours. "As long as I'm on a date with you."

[spadecentral]

Love Song [Riddle x Reader]

@theheavilyindulgentgoat asked: 7 with Riddle (obviously) for the event, please!!! Gosh, there are so many good ones, but I just think the music one comes with so much potential comedy!! Imagining my playlist of like chaotic synth rock tango or sappy love songs playing in Riddle's head as he's like, "wtf????" If you would write this? I'd love you forever and ever more than I already do! Again, congrats on the followers! I hope your account continues to grow! And also.... if you would allow... I might request another one of those on the list...

Hi Moo!! Ofc you can request more than one <3 This is also a little short D: sorry about that dear i also kind of changed the prompt a little </3 I might have indulged a little when I slightly mentioned Deuce 💀

Riddle was studying in his room when about ten lines from a song started repeating in his head. He would have looked the lyrics up, but he realized long ago that none of the songs exist. He never understood any of the songs that his soulmate knew.

Allowing his soulmate to indulge in their music, Riddle studied around the mind noise. He got better at ignoring internal noise from when he was a child and his mother made him study.

But today was... particularly hard to work through. A love song was repeated in his head. Over and over.

Who was his soulmate... in love with? He wondered. He wondered how long until his soulmate was in love with him. How long it would take for them to meet.

Sighing, Riddle stared at his schoolwork again. An abrupt change in his soulmates song choice gave him newfound motivation to finish it.

As you walked through the halls of Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce, you sung one of your favorite songs. It was one of the few things that still reminded you of home.

"Prefect, I always hear you humming that song, but you never say the lyrics aloud," Ace turned to you.

"Ah, it's nothing Ace," You waved him off. "Don't worry about it."

"But I wanna know!! Deuce does too!" Ace pointed accusingly at the blue-haired freshman.

Turning your head to look at Deuce, all you saw was a boy with a slight blush on his face looking down at the ground.

"Really, it's nothing. Just a song from my world." You said, walking off as you rolled your eyes.

Subconsciously humming, Riddle made his way through Heartslabyul. He didn't notice the whispers of the other students, or them cowering in fear. Someone was bound to lose their head if he was... happy? enough to hum. But he had just grown to learn the lyrics to the songs that his soulmate liked.

That you liked.

And you heard him humming. You heard it. You heard your favorite song being hummed from Dormleader Riddle Rosehearts. And that would be your love song.

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Yep, that's the one.

Honestly I wouldn't say anything makes it canon, I mean, it's freaking Poker Night, why should it be taken as canon? (Not to mention that Skunkape is here and he, you know, died at the end of tdph. Well, we never did see the bodies, I suppose... Or maybe because the Inventory is omnidimensional it just didn't happen yet in his personal timeline, or it's just a different version of him...)

But if Sam gets eliminated first in the Sam & Max themed room, Max would show up in the time-traveling Elevator to whisk Sam away onto the next case.

And since they took the Elevator in the Adventure Ending, people have been saying it makes it canon (Even though even if Poker Night was canon, maybe Max had learned some special Elevator whistle and can still summon it even after Sam called it off in the Crimefighter Ending. We don't know. It's Sam & Max, anything could happen)

Now onto why I personally prefer it:

I guess, I just like how bittersweet it is... It's kind of giving "you can never go home again". But that doesn't mean that everything is bad and hopeless. Things that had happened had happened, and you can't just ignore them and brush them off, but you still gotta move on. (I like the attention to the visual of Sam taking his hat off but ultimately putting it back on for this)

Sam & Max themselves, them leaving together… It feels like less them trying to replace the other versions of themselves but more like two broken halves coming together to heal each other? (I am being sappy… 💕💕💕) (Not saying it wouldn't happen in the other ending, it's just them leaving together leaves a stronger visual in my mind. It puts them on the same ground rather than just Max leaving his timeline and “filling in” for the other Max)

(I suppose it could be seen as them running away rather than moving on, but that's not how I personally view it)

Sorry if I'm describing it in vague terms, my reasoning is just more emotional than logical, so I'm slightly struggling to articulate it in a way that would be understandable by other people.

Another reason is that I just like adventuring more, I guess. To me, Sam & Max are more like monster hunters or paranormal investigators, they're always dealing with aliens, demons, cryptids, and the like. They pretend to be the police so they could make people tell them things, go into places they aren't allowed to be in and take things that don't belong to them. (Though they also consider themselves proponents of justice, but being the police hardly has anything to do with it)

(I read some fan fiction, and I was not expecting so much of it to have them deal with actual(?) police-esque work. Like I said in the original post's tags I'm just a bit surprised at having such a different view of things compared to a lot of people in the fandom)

Plus, them being able to time travel kind of goes with the comics which also depict them doing that, sometimes. (Though I suppose it's funnier if you don't know how they do it and just accept that it's something they can just do)

Ultimately, on a technical level it doesn't really matter, I already gave an idea (even if it's a little silly & hand wave-y) of how they could have an Elevator even in the Crimefighter ending, and just because they left at that point in the Adventure one, doesn't mean they can't eventually come back. Plus, even in the Adventure ending Max initiates their leave with "Wanna stop some crimes?", and in the Crimefighter ending has them discussing fighting a cryptid, so it's not like they're giving up one thing for the other. They're still gonna do what they've always done.

When I played tdph I got the adventure ending & I still prefer it after seeing both, which is not an opinion that I've seen literally anyone share? (The closest I've seen is people saying that it's canon because of Poker Night 2, but not that they specifically like it more)

Well it's ok I love being special 💖