#im having a ball writing this y’all!

[joanofart5]

Good Omens Fic! Chapter 6

Overboard (21120 words) by Joanofart Chapters: 6/25 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Gabriel (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Madame Tracy (Good Omens), The Them (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Human - Character, Human AU - Character Additional Tags: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Overboard Fusion, 1980's, Slow Burn, First Kiss, First Time, Memory Loss, Temporary Amnesia, questionable medical practices, this would never happen in real life, but the movies say it can, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sort Of, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Human, The Them - Freeform, good omens - Freeform, POV Alternating, No Beta, questionable morals, Dubious Consent, Sex while having amnesia, Crowley Has a Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has a Penis (Good Omens), Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens) Summary: Based on the movie Overboard with Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn. Crowely is a carpenter and a single father of four mischievous children hired to construct a bookshelf for the rich, and unpleasant Mr. Archer. After an argument with the yacht owner he gets an opportunity to exact revenge when Aziraphale takes a dip in the cold water and loses his memories. Crowely swoops in to claim him as his, with the not so good intentions of making him a house husband. Complete with cooking, cleaning, and child rearing. What he doesn’t expect is to find that maybe Aziraphale isn’t what he thought he was, and maybe, he wants him to stay. Fic is written, I just need to edit and tweak each chapter. (Chapter count may change)

[frudoo]

hiii sorry ik u write slasher!141 so maybe this could be some random version of that but what if reader is craving physical touch and simon is *refusing* to give it to her and being super mean so she goes to johnny crying and he satisfies her needs and comforts her ?🎀

only if you feel comfortable writing !! 💗🎀

Once again I am SO SORRY it’s taken me so long to get to your ask!!!

This kinda turned into more of a Simon-heavy fic than I thought, I hope that’s okay :(( on this blog, SIMON RILEY GETS A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!

Hope this holds y’all over while I’m working on the second part of this 🤞

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Mentions of depression (one use of ‘kys’). Hurt/comfort. Entire series is a dark!fic—MDNI.

Sometimes, Simon gets in a foul mood.

Today, it was a victim that got him all twisted up. Slippery little bitch, always managing to weasel her way out of his usually iron-tight grip and immobilize him just long enough to go into hiding. When he finally took a bludgeon to her knees so that she couldn’t run anymore, she resorted to scratching, and when he ripped off her nails, it turned into harsh words. Typically he’s able to drown their bullshit out, but this harlot was absolutely brutal.

Gotta kill bitches because you can’t get any pussy?

Fucking ugly bastard, you remind me of my uncle’s dead dog.

Why don’t you spare your victims and kill yourself instead?

Needless to say, her death was quick and well-deserved. Still, her words got to him. All the depression he’s tried to fight off for most of his sorry life came back roaring like a forest fire. He came barreling inside the house and upon seeing his bad mood, you attempted to hug him.

He shoved you off.

Simon, your sweet baby boy who always makes sure to give you a lingering kiss each morning, night, and every hour in between; the man who pulls you into the shower every chance he gets just so he can take the time to ask about your day while he carefully washes your hair; the one who brutalizes anyone who dares look at you the wrong way—Simon Riley shoved you off. You fell to the ground and all he did was step over you, storming up the stairs to his room. Kyle was first to get off of the couch and run after him. John pressed a short, apologetic kiss to your forehead then followed the younger man. You heard the lock click and then you were alone.

The tears come before you can fight them off. Not once has Simon ever treated you like this. Even when you beg, the man refuses to do anything remotely kinky in the bedroom if it involves you being brought momentary pain. The sudden change in his behavior is jarring, to say the least. You don’t even bother to pull yourself up, curling into a sad little ball on the ground and sobbing.

“Bon’, did ye see wha’s wrong wit’ Simon? Saw ‘im stompin’ in an’- bleedin’ ‘ell, hen, are ye okey?” Johnny bursts through the door covered in dirt and sweat—he had been in the garden pulling weeds for you and must have seen Simon’s demeanor before he went in the house—immediately falling to his knees when he sees the state you’re in.

“He- I- he’s never-” you ramble through tears, unable to look your beloved Scotsman in the eyes even as he lifts you into his arms.

“Och, it’s alreit, lass, le’s ge’ ye tae bed,” Johnny coos, carrying you up the stairs and into his own bedroom.

Johnny cautiously pulls the covers back and lays you down, making sure you’re comfortable. The contrast of his gentleness and Simon’s indifference makes your chest tighten painfully. It hurts being treated so poorly, especially by someone who swore he would never cause you any harm. It makes you feel icky, wrong.

“Talk tae me, hen,” Johnny insists as he strips off his dirty clothes, stealing a glance at you every so often.

When you shake your head, he frowns, flipping his shirt inside out to rub the grime off of his face. He decides he’s clean enough to get under the covers with you, pulling you close and rubbing random circles all over your skin. Johnny’s always been such a reverent lover. In every graze of his fingertips, every touch that causes a shiver throughout your body, you can feel his devotion.

“Please?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose, then the corner of your mouth.

“Simon pushed me,” you mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed by this entire ordeal.

“Oh, bonnie girl,” he coos, pulling back to look at you. “Ah ken he can be a reit arse.”

“I just wanted to hug him because he seemed sad, b-but he just… he pushed me down. He’s never done that before,” you sniffle, tears gathering in your waterline for the umpteenth time.

“M’sorry, hen, ye didnae deserve tha’. Simon jus’... well, sometimes he lets ‘is brain ge’ the best o’im. Doesnae ‘appen tae often bu’ when it does, changes ‘im,” Johnny explains, cupping your face in his big hands.

“I just wanna sleep it off,” you sigh sadly.

“Ah promise, when ye wake up, it’ll all be back tae normal,” Johnny carefully tucks your face into the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your soft waist.

It takes no time for you to fall asleep in his arms, your soft snores making him smile to himself. Your eyebrows furrow and your bottom lip puckers out when he presses dozens of kisses to your face. Johnny cracks his neck and settles his body in, about to join you in your nap, when there’s a soft knock at his door. He lifts his head slightly, one eye open to look at whoever just walked in.

“Is she asleep?” Simon asks gruffly, looking undone.

“Aye,” Johnny responds quietly.

“Can- can I come in and ‘old her?”

Johnny’s heart breaks all over again at the tone in his lover’s voice. He waves Simon over, shuffling further in the bed to make room. He adjusts you on his chest as the blond settles in next to him so he could be by the both of you. One huge, scarred hand rests on the small of your back right below the Scot’s.

“Ye feelin’ better?” Johnny questions in a murmur, his free hand wrapping around the back of Simon’s head to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Simon nods but doesn’t elaborate any further. His gaze is focused on your peaceful face and his chest tightens at the knowledge that he hurt you. Johnny doesn’t allow him to spiral, pulling him down into a slow, tender kiss.

“She’s alreit, ye ken,” he whispers against the older man’s lips. “Kno’s ye didnae mean it.”

“I feel awful,” Simon frowns, nuzzling his crooked nose against Johnny’s jaw. “Too good f’me, all o’ya.”

“Si?” Your small, croaky voice startles both men.

“Here, sweet girl,” he responds instantly.

You yawn as he cups one cheek in his palm, leaning into his touch without hesitation.

“Missed you,” you mutter, opening your eyes just long enough to look at him with a lazy smile.

His heart skips a beat, and tears flood his eyes. He leans forward to press his lips to your temple, resting his head on the opposite side of Johnny’s chest to face you. The younger man grins as he gently massages both you and Simon’s shoulders, happy that both of his loves are finally at peace.

“Missed ya, too,” Simon sniffles, intertwining your fingers with his.

[into-f0lkl0re]

Paige bueckers head cannons

I’m in the writing mood idk why

not spell checked (srry)

warnings: slightly nsfw at the end

enjoy!!

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sfw

* definitely liked you first. i feel like caroline probably introduced you guys and she was immediately internally freaking out because you were so nice and chill and polar opposite of her

* would literally do anything to impress you like would jump really high and than turn around to make sure you saw

* for example say yall are in target to get some tru fru (cuz yk she loves her tru fru. her and kk have a serious problem god damn) and you are just pushing the cart not paying attention and she is just like “babe look babe look” “ watch this” “ are you watching??” and you finally are like yes paige and she just does a run a jump to touch something really high and then just skips back to you like “did you see that? you saw that right? I jumped so high!!!!”

* whenever she is on live with kk will just constantly talk about you to the point where everyone else is so fucking annoyed

* like kk is trying to give a crumbl review in her room (that one live) and is like “this one’s mint, i don’t like mint so im not gonna try it but ice wants some” and paige is just like “did you guys know that y/n loves mint. her favorite ice cream is mint chip and like the other day we wer-“ and you just see kk roll her eyes and groan really loudly “paige let me rate this damn cookie” and paige is just like 😧 cuz she just loves talking about you sm cuz your her baby

* during games every time she makes a basket will search for you in the audience and then smile really big

* speaking of games best believe she wants you at every single game and when you can’t go to one she is like ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

* and gives you the silent treatment ( not like literally) but she is just so pouty

* like “ babe wdym you have to study for midterms? I have a game tonight. you have to be there” if this is after she recovers from her acl injury she will be like “it’s bad luck if you don’t come. i’m gonna get hurt again” and then you end up going just to cheer her up.

* loves to play video games with you

* if you don’t like playing video games than she just wants to be in the same room as you

* very clingy and touchy especially when drunk

* gets very very pouty when y’all are cuddling and you have to get up to do something

* will follow you around like a lost puppy until you can’t sit down with her again

* if you are studying or working and can’t exactly talk to her or entertain her she will just sit next to you and watch what you are doing or play with your hair

* if you are doing something on the computer she will start braiding your hair while looking over your shoulder

* her love languages are physical touch and quality time together

nsfw

* dom like 95% of the time but loves when you take control

* like after a really hard practice or game or just a shit day in general she really just wants you to take care of her

* you guys do not have a stone top/pillow princess dynamic (sorry not sorry) ( like yk how a lot of times the mascs will get treated like men in the relationship. that is not your guys relationship) you both give

* she loves to please you but also loves being pleased

* strap ( that’s it)

* she likes using the strap on you but she loves to be eaten out or honestly sometimes a really heated make out session and she just gets off from grinding on you

* she leaves a bunch of hickies all over you (i mean every where)

* wishes you could leave hickies all over her but you can’t that often because of her basket ball uniform

* but best believe off season she is covered in them

* safe word!!! she doesn’t really do overstimulation to much because safe word is not the goal. a safe word is like an emergency stop button

* but y’all can give for a bit

* if you two ever got to a place where you had to use the safe word she would feel so bad

* like y’all wouldn’t have sex for the next couple days because she is so scared of hurting you

* it gets to the point where you have to be like “ i promise you will not hurt me what happened was a miscommunication you didn’t do anything wrong”

* y’all have a really long talk on consent and shit like that because your safety is her no.1 priority

* same goes the other way around

* just loves you smm and loves showing it in anyway she can

I hope y’all like this!! I want to write for other wbb/wnba people as well so please send in requests 🙏 of what y’all would want

i will def do more headcannons for other people as well just ask! I honestly have been having sm writing and i have a bunch of ideas in my notes app! ik the smut wasn’t very smutty (im srry) i don’t have a lot of experience writing smut but i am not against writing it so i will write more if wanted!

Big forehead kisses💕💕

-Faye

[pedriscroquettes]

awww poor gavi being so stressed i was wondering is the only reason he pushes himself so hard for studying too bc he wants to compete with reader or are there other deeper reasons? you dont have to answer if its spoilery im just curious !

another academic rival!gavi blurb for y’all 🫶🏽

warnings. injury trauma & lowkey suggestive content.

a/n. guys i’ve gotten attached to them i’m afraid…

the bond that had formed between the two of you had caused the two of you to begin studying together. your dad has once walked in on the two of you staring intently at your professor’s old lectures trying to figure out what part of the solution method you had missed. he was so confused but you simply glared at him and he never brought up the topic again. to be honest even if he has asked anyways you wouldn’t have known what to tell him. you couldn’t just tell your father that you were hooking up with the boy next door because it was the only thing helping you from losing your sanity.

currently gavi was trying to finish his research paper for his sports medicine class. he was quite frustrated that his professor had also asked his class to not only write about the physical effects of an acl tear but the psychological effects as well. you were too engrossed in your own work that you didn’t notice how intensely he was looking at images he was using for reference. the picture of the player in pain brought back memories he had hoped to have forgotten about.

for his fifteenth birthday his father had gifted him lower section tickets to a real betis match. he remembered how excited he was to see his hometown team play, to see them on the pitch. he also was looking forward to entering the stadium and getting that fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he analyzed every inch of the stadium hoping to play a match in there in the future.

the game had started off slow with both of the teams not allowing each other to score. that is until things heated up between both teams. one moment the ball would be in real betis’s box and the next in the opposing team. gavi was excited that the game was building up, he just wanted to see someone score a goal already. then it happened a player from the opposing team had finally gotten fed up with the defense and how they couldn’t keep the ball away from their goalpost. so he did the job himself tackling the real betis forward.

the crowd immediately burst out into chants yelling at the referee to give him a red card, which he did. but gavi could only stare as the player lay on the ground screaming in pain. his screams replayed in his mind from time to time. he had never been able to shake off the image of the player being taken away in a stretcher. he thought that had been the worse thing to happen that night but then the next day he saw on the news how it was confirmed the player would never play again. the injury forcing him into early retirement.

that day he realized that if he did achieve his dreams they could always be stripped away from him. so he spent hours studying. he didn’t miss a single class from then on out. fearing that if one day his career was taken from him he wouldn’t have nothing to do. he’d just be gavi the failed football star with nothing to his name except a bunch of “what if’s?”

“pablo?” you called his name for the fifth time.

“huh? oh hmm?” he perked his head up noticing your concerned glare.

“what happened?” you sat up on his bed.

“nothing just daydreaming.” he was lying and you could tell.

you stood up and walked towards his desk. the cold floor making you tingle as you made your way towards him. careful to not cause a mess on his desk you slip into his lap. he welcomes you as he scoots you closer to his body. he doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a little kid until you tease him about it. his cheeks going pink at your teasing.

“nothing? pablo you’ve been staring at your laptop for like ten minutes without writing anything and you’re going to lie to me? yeah okay.” you playfully confront him about his lying.

“really it’s nothing! can’t a boy live?” he smiles up at you.

“okay fine don’t tell me.” his hand begins roaming your back trying to discreetly make its way to your ass. which you simply shove away. “no. if you can’t be honest with me you can keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh so it’s like that now?” he laughs but quickly stops once he realizes you’re being for real. “oh come on!”

“you can do whatever you want as long as you tell me what’s wrong.” you reply.

so he does. he tells you about his fears and you tell him about yours. you assure him that he’ll be fine and he assures you that you’ll eventually figure out what you want to do after school. his kisses change that night, they have feelings to them now. you even stay for dinner, the paéz family happily welcoming you. aurora teases his brother that night but she also notices the way her brother looks at you. with the same look she looks at her boyfriend.

[the-anon-scp-confessions]

I FUCKING HATE THIS FANDOM SOMETIMES IM SORRY IM SORRY BUT I HATE IT.

The horrible way some of y’all Look at some of the Scps is insane to me because someone put a whole lotta effort in for SOME OF YALL just too be like “oooo mommy balblabla” FUCK UP.

Also are we forgetting there’s no set canon if you see clef on say cool if you see him another cool if you see him as a mix FUCKEN GREAT WHO CARES

“I hate Clefdraki” Cool sweet I don’t care “I think __ file because I think it ruins things” cool great have an opinion idc ITS YOUR CANON

Another thing is how SOME OF YALL TREAT SCP-4231 again whatever you want to be canon in YOUR CANON is fine but it’s not about that because I’ve seen y’all make some INCREDIBLY shitty comments about what clef went through in that because in short “he’s a man that can’t happen to man” which is bullshit btw and I’ve seen so many people say it’s “Mischaracterisation” which yes seeing clef soft is odd and out of character for him NOW but back then he had no reason to be the guy we see in that general canon (since in this one he’s not in fact just the devil here to strike fear into everyone who has the misfortune to meet which I also LOVE because hell yeah dude) in this canon he’s a lot more emotional (example Hawaiian shirts) and goofy and I love this version of clef because it’s clear while he is scary and intimidating at times he’s also just an annoyance and a selfish Jack ass

Also the jokes about “hahah new fans” is fucking annoying guess what I’ve been into this on and off like my whole ass FUCKING LIFE AND I STILL DONT KNOW JACK ALL CAN WE NOT DO THIS YALL??? It’s funny sometimes but it’s starting to just be some of y’all doing the equivalent of “name three albums name ten songs bla bla bla bla” but with the Scp foundation also please please PLEASE STOP GETTING UPSET WHEN THINGS CHANGE??? Oh no the Scp that’s been around for like 13 years is being changed around yeah no shit that’s what’s gonna happen if THAT MANY PEOPLE are making content about it???? So can you all please please please shuuut uppp

Long story short please yall stop basically gate keeping this and acting like your canon is the true one we all get opinions we all get our own way of seeing so and so but we also have to respect others opinions and the time that went into writing the articles and even the fan creation

because shocker to none the wiki is from the community we as the community keep the Scp wiki going no need to try stomp it out because so and so hasn’t read an Scp file you can only get by sacrificing your right kidney and exactly 37.40 percent of your second born sons eye ball at 3:40 to the scarlet king

I’m writing this at like 2:07 am so sorry if this is hard to understand or came out wrong I’m incredibly tired lol uh stay safe take care of yourself and whatever you’re working on right now if anything you got this bro

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[marriedtomoneymartin]

emily engstler x popsinger!gf headcannons

warnings: nswf but there will be a warning beforehand

summary: kay writes about emily having a singer gf bc she feels so moved.

swf:

the edits of you two go insane

“you know how to ball, i know aristotle” THEY GO FERAL

whenever you’re at her games, the camera’s always on you

like it shows you when you’re doing absolutely nothing it will just show you on the big screen

if you make a song about her, its on REPEAT

like those interviews about “whats your pregame song?” and it will be the song you wrote about her

always promotes your music

if you just realeased an album/single, her insta story will just be “go stream ____ because i have the best gf”

whenever you have an event she’s always in awe at your outfit

like you just finished getting ready for an award show and she’s just like “do you have to go? cant i just have you to myself for the night”

always either front row at your shows or backstage with you

you always point and smile at her while you’re singing

when you’re trying to write new music, she’ll sit with you while you fiddle with your instrument

while you’re trying get inspo she’ll lay down and listen to the music and your soft hums

practically just another one of your fanbase fans

always agreeing with your fans in the comments of any of your posts

y’all hardlaunched in one of your mv’s and she always watches it

she’s not even looking at herself

will always take candid photos of you and your fans go crazy over them

the fans will be like “everyone thank emily for feeding us”

nswf content below!!

nswf:

so much praise during it after you win an award

“you deserve it, ma” and “im so proud of you, let me show you”

will slowly take off your dress and heels and just goes super slow

“em, stop teasing” “im not, i just want to take in your beautiful body”

whenever she’s your plus one somewhere, she’s whispering in your ear all night

“you look so sexy in the dress, ma?” and “how much do you like this dress? deciding if i should rip it off or not later”

the way she looks during a game always turns you on

“you looked so hot while you were playing em” you moan out, “yea? tell me more,” she says while kissing your body

whenever someone ships you with anyone else, she’s pissed. then yall fuck

“they couldnt make you feel this good, huh?” while youre a moaning and whining mess

in conclusion, shes like your biggest fan

a/n:

this was fun

keep sending requests bc i dont have ideas!!

look at my masterlist if you don’t know who i write for

[thepepsislvt]

What if we had another Barto fic because were so starved for his content esp in writing if the reader was like a strawhat that luffy picked up in like skypiea maybe..like a shandorian with the little wings 👀.. just a thought..

I WIN yes i will write more of Barto bc i love him and im glad so many other people love him too!

this one seemed rushed and i apologize i wrote this before my second shift of work :(

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gn Reader

warnings: all fluff, some cursing, mention of doflamingo

you were born on Skypiea and thats all you’ve known

you were always so curious as a child but nobody would tell you what the rest of the world was like

So when you hit your teenage years you decide that one day you're going to leave the floating island

You had wings so you could easily fly away but you couldn't navigate the ocean by yourself

Most nights you would hope and pray that someday, someone would save you.

That's when a certain pirate with a straw hat came and fucked shit up on your island

At the age of 19, you knew this was your getaway, a savior you had spent all of these years praying for

After he won the battle he was fighting you came up to him and his crew as they were about to depart

“Strawhat! You must take me with you! I will prove myself worthy to join your crew-”

“Ok”

“-and I won't take no for an answer! Wait did you say okay? That fast?” you looked at the pirate captain with confusion and shock

All he did was smile and nod

So it was easier than you thought

It didn't take very long to get along with the rest of the crew members

You would give Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy rides through the air

Zoro taught you how to use a sword

Naomi taught you to pickpockets even though you probably won't use that skill

The Entire crew loved you

When Frankly and Brook joined the Straw hats you easily got along with them as well

When you got separated for two years on Sabaody you couldn't have been happier to see them

Your wings had fully grown and you could now use them to their full potential

You guys may have changed a lot physically over the past two years but nothing has changed between your friendship

During the events of Dressrosa, you decided to follow Luffy to the Colosseum to make sure he doesnt give away his identity and draw unwanted attention towards him

While you and Luffy were watching the fight, a certain green haired rooster head had caught your eye

he was hated by the crowd for being vulgar but thats what you liked about him

after his victory in Block B you knew you had to go and greet him

what you were not expecting was him to start crying and saying how much he wasn’t good enough to be in your presence

how can such a scary looking man with the title “Cannibal” fall to his knees over someone like you?

you were flattered by his kind (?) response and had to console him

he asked you to sign your wanted poster he kept

after the defeat of Doflamingo, you hung around Bartolomeo more, falling more and more for him and his wild personality

he had finally accepted that you were actually his friend and took his fanboying down a notch (he still has his moments though)

you had asked him out since you know damn well he wouldnt have the balls to ask you

when you did he just about died on the spot

but y’all had the best time on your date

Sanji and Nami had helped you dress nicely for the event

at the end of the night Barto and you were just star gazing as you told him all about each constellation

Barto knew he had to something he just didnt know how

“you see those six stars up there forming a ‘W’? they call that one the King of Pirates in honor of Gol Roger himself! isnt that cool?” you had explained while pointing to the sky

after you didnt get a response from him you looked over to see if he was alright only to be met with his face close to yours

“Barto? are you alright?” you whispered to him

He just stared into your eyes before kissing your cheek, leaving you flustered and your wings spread out in suprise

“was that okay? should i not have done it?” Bartolomeo started to panic and think of every possible negative outcome before you kissed his lips gently

“more than alright”

he Smiled and started giggling all giddy

“I GOT KISSED BY MY FAVORITE STRAWHAT!!” he yelled out into the sky

you only laughed and kissed him again

[elainsgirl]

“if an elriel had posted that snippet it would have received the same isolated treatment.” No it would not have. I have seen plenty of Elriel fanfics with much more degrading language and actions than that little snippet. I’ve also seen plenty that have banter.

You’re being painted as the bad guys because of how y’all are acting. The way fictional characters are portrayed in a fic is more important to you than how a real person is treated.

Yes it would have.

you just wouldn’t see an elriel post such a heavy snippet randomly with 0 warning to anyone about the language or content it contained. Yes, there are R rated elriel fanfics but guess what? They’re handled with care. The authors actually understand the elriel dynamic, this author - who has literally hated on elriel - does not understand that hence why the fic received such bad criticism. Mmm I have not seen any elriel come out and say they had to add banter to make elriel interesting. The “banter” is naturally written in a way that suits elriel. People are allowed to explore characters & couples however they want but it came off as insulting and a little tone deaf to post such a polarising piece in the elriel tag - when the author has said bad things about elriel and even made fun of us stans. And what made it even worse- there was no content warnings.

How are we acting, anon? Im sure the author is mature enough to understand the difference between genuine elriel accounts and trolls that are trying antagonise the fandom. Most elriels ignored it, some had balls to make a separate post and say what we were all thinking. Some wanted to talk about it in private- all valid. Anythinh we’re saying - isn’t hate. Its not insulting to the author as a person. No genuine account came for the author. I said this twice before - I do not agree with calling the authors writing itself terrible or bad as thats not nice especially knowing and understanding the guts it takes to post your work out there. But I do think how elriels reacted are completely valid. The author isn’t a multi shipper when it comes to elriel, has not said positive things about the ship, made fun of the stans etc. This could have been done in a tactful way it wasn’t done so. Elriels should not have to view a piece of work that truly showed elriel in a bad light - in a tag thats meant to be their safe place,

The funny thing is - as a DR reader I understood the concept the author was going for. Elriel simply did not suit it and elriels weren’t the demographic for it 🤷‍♀️

My condolences to the author, no one deserves to be bullied. No one supports or encourages that behaviour here. If they decides to continue writing elriel - as apparently it was in demand, I can only suggest using the vague tags. In the end its upto them.

But elriels aren’t the bad ones here. I think the whole thing could have been done more maturely and tactically.

[cloveroctobers]

SAFE & SOUND — ARMAN MORALES X READER X ANGEL REYES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: it’s going to be tough getting through the cleaning lady this season but it’s always the work that lives on that continues to inspires us. Just from the premiere also sparked this little thing + I also assumed I’d stop writing for Angel once Mayans MC ended but after a name drop in TCL here I am lol! That angel was handsome too IJS. Bet you thought you could get rid of me huh!? Hope y’all enjoy my first spring prompt of the year!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using:  “Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” “Have you forgotten Easter, St patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” “I get it, I get it!”

FIRST GIF WAS FOUND THROUGH PINTEREST SO IT BELONGS TO IT’s RIGHTFUL OWNER + THE SECOND BELONGS TO: @dailymayans !

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The Vegas heat was doing what it does best, roasting down on you despite residing in a mountain area. You’re used to it, being from this state and living here all these years; although it was the fresh start of April, the eighty degree heat demanded to be felt. You’re out on the balcony, leaning over it, one arm exposed to the sun while the other went to work fanning yourself with your silk handheld folding fan staring out into the view.

Your bathing suit is somewhat dry still clinging to you although you, Angel, and Mavy got out of the community pool (over a half hour ago) as soon as it started to get over crowded with your fellow neighbors. Your body was slouched over the balcony, mindlessly fanning yourself as you sank into your boredom.

Angel chuckled at you from behind, leaving the balcony door open just a crack behind him with a beer in one hand. He briefly touched your lower back in greeting before moving to dramatically copy your movements but instead with the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “What you doin’ out here querida?”

“Oh you know, just losing my mind. Nothing too serious.” You replied while Angel snorted at you.

He sips at his cold beer before saying, “I asked you if you wanted go cruising this weekend and maybe end up in the city for a night but you weren’t feeling it. So…I’m guessing you didn’t enjoy your time at the pool?”

“With my two favorite boys…of course I did.” You weren’t sarcastic this time, “it’s just that I’m imagining spring break to be a real drag.”

Angel furrows his brows, not even knowing when that was coming up but still said, “so what are you saying? You wanna live out your college dreams again, head down to Miami to get wild or something?”

It was your turn to laugh as you tug on his shorts waistband, “Why would I need to relive Miami when I got my hoochie daddy right here?”

“Ah, Fuck outta here,” Angel laughed as he playfully smacked your hand away from him while you winked.

Pressing your temple into your balled up hand you sighed after awhile, “what im getting at is: Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” 

Angel raised his brows at this, not entirely believing that you found the season to be boring since you just went out the way last weekend to go shopping for spring decor. He was glad he had to work that weekend because he just knew you would have him in those stores for hours like you commonly did, he just felt bad for maverick in the end though.

“…Have you forgotten Easter, St. patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” he ticks off with his fingers while you roll your eyes.

You interject, “I get it, I get it!”

It’s not like angel cared much about those holidays either…(he wasn’t the best at remembering dates) well maybe the last one he found the most interest in but now he was trying to do something different in life for Maverick and since he met you (who did care for holidays) after the big move here. That sweet baby boy changed the trajectory of the way angel looked at life now and he wanted his kid to experience nothing but greatness and if he could provide that he would. He also liked watching you interact with Maverick and you both seemed to have a good time on Easter, doing kids activities like: painting eggs, going Easter egg hunting, and even getting a picture with a weird looking Easter bunny that now sat on the mantle in the living room.

Angel was even going to church now when he felt up to it and knew his mother would probably be proud of the way he turned his life around. How life was so different from what it could have been. He could be the one in the ground with his family but Angel knew he was meant to be right here, no matter how painful it got to be here.

He reshaped his life and was glad to say that he did it.

“You know, there’s plenty of things we can get into now that Mav’s down for his nap. I can be your source of entertainment.” Angel hints, slipping an arm underneath your cover up and tugging you to him.

You smirk as you meet his dark eyes, fanning yourself with one hand while the other grips his tatted arm. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh,” Angel hums pressing into you as he bites his bottom lip before pecking yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time out here on this balcony but you wouldn’t make it a repeat since it was too hot for all that. And you didn’t need to hear angel’s complaints of his ass being scorched thanks to the material of the balcony! However with the way the both of you ended up, tongues battling, hands roaming and squeezing with Angel’s back against the balcony now, it was becoming difficult trying to get the words out.

His hand’s are full of kneading your backside and he lets you breathe while he’s attacking your neck now, just the way you like it underneath your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does so. Your fan and his beer are both out of your grasps now as you’re scratching at his back, which is just enough indication for Angel to lift you by the waist and up against his hips. He buries his face back to your skin, loving the way you smell as you hold onto him.

Your eyes peek open, breathing still ragged as you hold on but soon your eyes focus out towards the fence that blocks the condo’s from the main highway, spotting a figure who has their attention solely on you. At first you expect it to be some sort of creep watching you be intimate with your boyfriend but a palm goes up into the air before they remove their sunglasses.

Your breathing stops and Angel instantly notices you go still against him. He pulls back to glance at you, “you alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly place your legs down and Angel steadies you, still keeping a hand across your hips before he follows your stare. Angel’s eyes are in slits now, craning his neck and he’s on defense mode now, “fuck are you doing here?!”

You slap Angel’s arm to ease him while the man slowly steps closer to the building and both of your eyesight’s.

He says your name in greeting, “…hey, can we talk?”

Angel’s against it once he spots your hesitance but once you move, he’s not far behind you. You’re waiting at the front door, eyes to the right as you await for the man to make his way up the steps. He jogs up the last few steps, quickly making his way over to you while holding his sunglasses.

You’re still holding your breath as you take in his appearance, and it’s still the same man that you had the chance to spend your childhood with. The both of you don’t say anything, just staring and tracing over each others features with your eyes and Angel doesn’t like the feeling that sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re Armando right? You don’t look like any of the pictures.” Angel breaks the silence from behind you, arms crossed.

Arman flicks his eyes to your boyfriend, he takes in Angel’s appearance for a second before turning back to you, “Please, call me Arman…and Pictures?”

You exhale, “oh…yeah just two. The one from Costa Rica and your personal favorite: The selfie you took with my digital camera, the one you stole to impress that girl in photography class who already had a boyfriend—

“Did she though? I don’t recall.” Arman smirks and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “but yeah I think I remember that one. It was the week after we finished junior year, Back when you were working at the skeeball section and Alicja Bosko purposely threw the ball at your shoulder to show off to her jackass boyfriend.”

You nodded remembering that huge bruise you received later that night, “Steven Jefferson. He was actually one of the nicest on the basketball team, if not the only one.”

“That’s because he was in love with you.” It was Arman’s turn to roll his brown eyes while you shook your head.

“No he wasn’t,” you crinkled your nose, “he was too far up Alicja’s ass.”

Arman argued, “yeah well maybe he should have been in theater instead of his brother because he wasn’t fooling me.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile at the little walk down memory lane but knew to agree to disagree. It’s not like it wasn’t possible since you and Steven shared a few classes together, worked on a project or two because you sat near or next to each other but it didn’t cross your mind then. And you also weren’t aware that Steven questioned Arman once, after school when you went home early if the two of you were some secret couple. That was just the clean version of what Steven really said, which landed Arman on a three day suspension and Steven missing out on the next two games.

“…but the picture? It had to be of you having Alicja by the throat in the background while I had the most mischievous smile on my face…I can’t believe I forgot how much of a little shit I was.” Arman chuckled to himself while you nodded at him in amusement before he turned back to Angel, “plus it would make sense that I look different as a teen to present day right? Being a grown successful man does that to you, huh?”

He playfully slapped Angel on his shoulder before he squeezed himself by, taking in your home.

‘Now who the fuck did this guy think he is?’ Was exactly what Angel was thinking.

You squeezed Angel’s wrist as he sent you a look before kicking the door shut behind you.

“Feels much better in here and I see you’re doing well for yourself too.” Arman stood in the middle of the home.

Although he resided in the same state as you but at a great distance, Arman was still aware of your professions of once being a PI but now worked for a cybersecurity company as an intelligence analyst. He was proud to see that you were still driven but ultimately knew that wouldn’t change.

Angel muttered, “I bet it does when you’re not dressed like fucken blade in Vegas.”

“What was that?” Arman’s got his hands on his hips, bringing his attention back to the tatted man.

“Angel’s just wondering what you would like to drink.” Smiling hard at your boyfriend, he sucked his teeth with a roll of his head and rushed by you two.

He went around the corner by the dining area to the left where the closed off kitchen was. Once he pulled the fridge open, he missed out on you and Arman reaching out for each other to give each other a squeeze but not long enough to the point it would bring tears.

Arman couldn’t take tears from you, never could.

“Angel’s also wondering what brings you here and why you felt the need to stalk his girlfriend from the bushes.” He inquired, appearing just as you’re motioning for Arman to have a seat on the couch.

Angel slides a Gatorade on the coffee table (this Arman character wasn’t getting any of Angel’s good beer. By the looks of Arman, Angel had a feeling he probably wouldn’t drink it anyway.) and plops down on the sitting chair on Arman’s left.

Arman awkwardly laughs, “right…didn’t mean to intrude on you two…” he sends a knowing smile at you while you shrugged with a flick of your hair, “and I know that probably looked insane so I do apologize for that. I just had to make sure I had the right place.”

You suggest, “Next time maybe a phone call would be better?”

“Can’t exactly trust that lately.” Arman admits which makes Angel sit up, sending you a glance before Angel is pressing his elbows into his knees while Arman continues, “Look…I’m not here to cause any trouble but I had to see you…just in case.”

Angel wasn’t sure what that means but he had a feeling and he didn’t like being out of the loop of what was going on. He left Santo Padre for a reason and he found something special with you…yet someone from your past just shows up out the blue—that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, with a nice cut on his lip, brow, and cheek! and who knows where else! Arman didn’t seem to be walking normally if you asked Angel and this guy was saying things like he was preparing for the worse! In conclusion: sounded like a red flag to Angel.

“Before you expand on that…there’s just a few things that I do need to get off my chest.” Angel interrupts the intense eye contact you were sharing with another man.

Arman blinks over at Angel, “okay…”

“How long has it been since you two last saw each other?”

Arman looks to you again and you round off, “it’s been years, maybe fifteen? but the postcards and little figurines made it seem like less.”

Angel wasn’t aware of any of that but it’s not like you kept your friendship with Arman much of a secret. There wasn’t anything to hide in the first place. You always spoke highly of him and Angel couldn’t really grasp the idea of a man and a woman being just friends if they weren’t family. Yes that was his projection but he’s never seen anything like this that wasn’t romantic.

He rubs at his face in thought while Arman smiles softly at you, lightly shoving your knee and in that moment Angel was thankful he did the honors of tying your coverup before you opened the front door. Sorry not sorry.

Angel just comes right out with it, “so…were you two ever a thing? Serious or just foolin’ around?”

Your eyes go wide and Arman laughs at this, which irritates Angel.

“No.” Arman clearly states, “We maybe soulmates but not in a romantic sense, which makes this friendship so much more easy to have, no matter how many years pass us by. I love your girlfriend but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with her because that’s your job, right?” He stares hard at the bearded man, almost daring Angel to say the wrong thing.

Angel immediately nods his head, feeling the tension ease somewhat from his jaw although he can feel your heated stare on him also. You already told him what it was with Arman when he asked you about your love for him once before and didn’t particularly like that he was bringing it up again to Arman. However Angel wanted to make sure that this wasn’t one sided and he had no shame in that.

“Good!” Arman claps, “then we have nothing to worry about. As long as you’re good to her, then we won’t have an issue.”

“…we’re good to each other.” You tell, wanting Angel’s eyes to settle on you, which they do before he sits back with a crooked smile.

Satisfied.

You shake your head at him and turn back to Arman who’s watching the exchange. You place your hand on Arman’s which is now thrown along the top of the couch, “And I’m glad I have all of my boys back underneath one roof. Except one of them doesn’t work my nerves as much.”

Arman scowls as he looks at Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Angel feels his lip curl while Arman holds his hands up in surrender with a smile as Angel says, “she’s not talking about me but you don’t have to assume shit with that smug smile on your face, man.”

‘Lookin’ like the damn monopoly man and shit.’ Angel thinks to himself but he was trying to keep things cordial.

Arman tilts his head at this, “…there’s another guy that loves to take up your time? Don’t tell me—

“Relax,” you soothe, “I didn’t biologically have Maverick but I love him like he’s my own.”

“And I can’t thank you enough.” Angel tells you with a glint in his eye, “you have any kids, Armando?”

Arman slowly shakes his head putting the pieces together silently after spying a picture above the fireplace before he thinks of his own situation, “no but I too know a kid that I’ll always protect.”

“Aw, look at you having the parenting bug.” You wiggle the man’s shoulder.

Arman sighs trying to fight back a smile, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face did.”

“She’s right.” Angel agreed.

Arman attempts to whisper, “Don’t say that too much or her head will explode.”

You pinch the back of the skin on Arman’s hand who hisses before yanking his hand away. Angel laughs at you two, finding that this Arman guy might be alright in his book.

“I’ve missed you, you know? Even when you still do that pinching shit.” He shakes his hand about before rubbing it.

“I know and so have I, Armani-man.”

He chuckles, “haven’t heard that in awhile.”

“What?” You gasp as you mention, “Don’t tell me Nadia hasn’t hit you with annoying spins on your government?”

Yes you were also aware that Arman found his Mrs. Morales out there in the world. At first you felt a way about it since he simply sent over a picture and a brief letter to your mailbox during your late twenties and not an invitation to the wedding. Which he later explained in the attached letter that it was a spur of the moment ceremony out of the country. You only knew bits and pieces of what Nadia was like and what she looked like. However there seemed to be a shift in Arman at the mention of his wife.

As soon as you noticed it, it was gone, leaving the guarded man to exhale, “…only when she wants something.”

“You too, huh?” Angel cracks open the Gatorade before taking a sip, “ever get hit with a ‘hoochie daddy?’”

Arman blinks before oddly staring back and forth at you two, “A what?”

“Never mind my boyfriend,” you fan your hand, “you said you came here to visit me just in case of what exactly…”

Arman dips his head and clears his throat. When he starts cracking his fingers with one hand, you notice it’s still something he does when there’s a lot on his mind even with the both of you settling into your own adulthoods. That alone makes you scoot closer to him, balling your legs to the side of you as you rest your head back against his arm.

“I’m here. Always.”

This he knew.

He never imagined plopping back into your life like this, on the run and keeping it all away from the two women he’s in love with but it was a fact that you knew the start. And if that’s what he had to go back to, then so be it. Part of him felt like he should feel guilty bringing you back into this, while at the same time he knew the levels of your relationship and that you would always look out for him too.

The both of you grew up together and then separately because arman sought out for more that his father didn’t approve of and the connection between you two was just as strong then as it is now. It wasn’t conditional on your part, which is why the both of you still had a friendship. That was evident with the way you two moved around each other and Angel felt like he should be jealous.

Oh but he was! especially with the bits of affection he witnessed, that was something he didn’t want to get used to but maybe he was starting to understand? Angel would grasp it more if he saw how Arman was around this Nadia person and had a feeling he probably would the longer Arman stayed or came around. However both you and Arman knew it wouldn’t be a long span of time. It’s just not the way he operated.

He was always on the move.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Angel places his hand on his chest, “I really don’t want to in fear that I’ll start smoking again but my heart, yeah I got that, is saying I prolly should.”

You peek up at Arman, the both of you sharing a laugh before Arman nudged his head and you’re patting the empty spot next to you. “Get over here.”

“I dunno…the way you two look at each other gives off more than just friends.” Angel cautiously makes his way over, while you toss your legs right over his lap, leaving him to caress your bare ankle.

Arman shakes his head as he meets Angel’s eyes, “you’ve never loved a best friend so much that you’ll do anything for?”

“Well yeah…” Angel starts with a lift of his shoulders, “but I never had stars in my eyes when I looked at coco’s crazy ass. And he wouldn’t be walking up in my house like he owns the place. I’ll tell you that much. Actually—he’d probably find a way in here without us knowing.”

You’ve heard stories about Coco—Johnny plenty times before and wished you would have had the chance to meet him. With the way Angel spoke of him and the one’s he once called his brothers, made it seem like you already have.

You snort, “might as well have stars with how much you speak on him and Ezekiel.”

Angel blows out a breath at how much he missed those guys through it all, “I guess I get it too. But i do have to say, if this turns out to be more harm than good to us…you may see a side of me you don’t like and that can get ugly.”

That was aimed more at Arman than you, you were sure but as good as you knew the man to your left, he didn’t take threats lightly yet he could respect it since you chose Angel.

“Well at least you’re honest about your lack of looks…but we can both agree every side is my good side.” Arman jokes as he pinches his chin, caressing his facial hair with a grin.

Angel huffs, “get a load of this fucken guy! First you waltz in here and now this? You’re something else, man. But I guess…you’re alright for now.”

Arman leans over you as Angel goes to give him a fist while Arman was ready to give his hand a shake. Angel stares at Arman’s hand, not budging before Arman huffs and decides to bump fists instead with a shake of his head in disbelief.

“Yay, my bestie and my boyfriend getting along!”You grip Arman’s shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek before flopping your body against Angel who squeezes your shoulder, kissing the corner of your eye as you say “Love to see it…maybe spring break won’t be so bad after all.”

Arman and Angel both share a knowing glance, being aware that this probably wouldn’t be some simple visit of a friend coming to town—although you were no stranger to Arman’s lifestyle—but for both of their sakes they’ll relish in your happiness.

That’s mainly what both men wanted for you.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[ghostmath]

uhhh ok well since im still speedrunning my neopets rennaissance tour,

(feel free to ignore this if you do not neopet)

I’m writing another thing for the neopian times and I need to populate a masquerade ball. if any of y’all neopets players (or former neopets players) are in possession of a character who:

is an adventurous type, and might belong to, say, a guild of explorers (could be more of a scholar or magician type too)

might attend a masquerade ball in Neovia, organized by said guild

you would be ok letting me borrow for a quick cameo

then please let me know! they won’t have a huge part or necessarily any speaking lines (unless you want one), but you can tell me a little bit about who they are and what they would be wearing to a fancy masquerade and I’d be delighted to include them. :3

ideally i’d love to get at least 4-5 characters for this but we’ll see what happens. gonna ask the currently active ntwfers too, but im asking mutuals here first because, like, seriously y’all, even if you don’t play anymore, let me reference your deep cut character/neopet you haven’t fed in 15 years. cmon. cmon. itll be fun

[marimichae]

Hey its me that anon who ask about snowball and tennis ball... im actually stupid D: - i ask about Snowball and BASKETball [but its seems now request has ended, cause ask again to draw i will not - i feel so frustrated that give wrong information, cause english not my native and i just forgor different between TENNIS and BASKET - im stupid] I just want to said that i ship Snowball and Basketball, but you even so... you have done well draw this two like a homies-bro (SNowball and Tennisball). Im so feel embarrassment give a wrong request! But i still enjoy that you draw this two like a friends! Thank you so much anyways! [if you wish you can to not upload this ask, i just write this message and i will knew that you read it.] Thank you again i luv ur arts! c:

It’s okay man,I don’t mind,anyway Basketball and Snowball! :D

happy late Valentine’s Day you guys love y’all! ❤️

[hopelesshaidys]

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begin again

Ro actually posting early and not at 11:50????? what is this??? what is happening????

yeah that’s right BITCHES i’m posting early since i did this YESTERDAY which means wednesday (hopefully) will ALSO be early

but idk bc i’m having a DC brainrot rn specifically i made an oc and an entire alien race so i’ve been pretty dead set on writing that rn BUT fear not the next chapter will be good especially bc that’s when the angst ball starts rolling

anyways once again asking for requests for little side blurbs since my x singer! reader did so well which btwwwwww holy guacamole y’all blew that up thank you so much!! it feels so good to have spent so much time on that and it get recognized 🥺🥺🥺

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- did you notice that i went back and fixed all the little aesthetics on the previous chapters 😺😺😺😺😺 that literally took like two hours what the hell (the older chapters were SO ugly holy shit how did y’all let that slide)

- also i saw the comments on the last post i promise i will drop that lore soon!!

- when yn is super into her work she completes shuts the world out like gone bye so when toshi was talking to her she was like “uh huh, yeah totally, okay” when in reality she has no idea what he’s saying

- i added that user saying the parks and rec quote bc i knew not a lot of people would know/notice and I HAVE TO BE SEEN

- hopefully you noticed but bkg has started using lower caps for texting…just one of the many impacts yn has on him

- (pls ignore the upper case of that one comment tho i had a brain fart)

- which honestly this reminds me of how yn slowly got sho not to be a dry texter😭

- momo is so cute :((((

- hitoshi 100% is obsessed with those weird live streams and trolls them

- zu is always digging for the tea or gossip and i love him for that

- zu and sho were sitting next to each other picking out which pic they would send at the same time😭😭

- idk who to make sero’s love interest since my main ship is with him and todoroki so PLEASE put down a character (or even an oc!!! i love oc’s!!!!) that i can set him up with bc SINCE IM NOT IN LOVE MY CHARACTERS WILL BE DAMMIT

- …sorry that was aggressive

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[poopiefart420]

YAYYY MORE OF THIS SAD AU (ignore how bad the hair came out ew)

I’m gonna dump all the ideas for this au I’m not a writer so it’s disorganized if y’all have any ideas to add or to just give a whole diff version or a au where Kratos dies pls tell I love hearing them

So like Kratos dies in ragnarok by Thor like how the prophecy said (I think) and Odin pops up being like “omg finally he’s dead Thor grab Loki lol” and instead of a tryna fight Odin or Thor he tries to go to Kratos who is literally abt to take his last breath but Thor grabs him in time

And the like second odin gets his hand on the mask he takes him, Thor, and Loki to the rift thingy and forces the mask onto Atreus. The mask is like hurting Atreus and when he’s made to look into the rift he gets so much answers and information into his brain that he deadass just passed out.

Idk what happens between that again my ass cannot write but it’s been like 10 years since then (in all the art I’ve drawn) and he’s been working for Odin and accepted as the god of mischief/chaos and he’s just sad and tryna get revenge on Odin slowly but surely.

Ya that’s it I feel shy posting this CUZ IM NOT A WRITER but whatever we ball ‼️

[rodolfoparras]

hihihi!! i just realised i have sm ideas for fanfics, so im gonna (attempt) to write some myself (probs just random hcs or fluff self inserts) and i wanna thank you for inspiring me! sorry for not writing an anon thingy yesterday i was having a crisis, i was actually going insane HAHA anyways reminder to eat something, drink water, n stay healthy!! also, i love the soap sweatpants idea!

-🦷

Hello sugar!! That makes me so happy to hear!!🥹believe me when I say I absolutely love spit balling with y’all and I feel so grateful to have ur ideas and further developing it but sometimes I’ll receive a spitball and think to myself you should’ve posted it like without any changes you should’ve posted it on ur blog and me along with 99% of the community would eat it up so it makes me happy when y’all decide to actually start ur own blogs and makes me thankful the male reader writer is genuinely a very small community and the more writers join the better 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also I hope you’re doing better sugar I’m so sorry for whatever you were going through :( and qlso pls don’t feel the need or an obligation to even send an ask every day y’all are welcome to pop in whenever but I’m never expecting anything only if it’s been a long time I’ll be like I hope this anon is doing ok but 100% I’m never expecting anyone to send me anything daily so don’t worry about it sugar🫶🏻🫶🏻

And thank you sm!! The most random ideas pop up in your head when you’re being utmost gay ☝️😔

[fagbearentertainment]

What's the fnaf au exactly? :0

Woops sorry for leaving y’all hanging on that lol

So basically the au is a time travel au where Gregory goes back to to the early 1980s via the time travel ball pit from into the pit and gets stuck living with the Aftons

It doesn’t really have a set story or anything atm it’s really just a couple bullet points and an animation I’m working on

A few key points to it that I do have planned or am planning are Gregory and CCs relationship, The Bite, Michael and Gregorys relationship Post Bite, and William and Gregorys relationship. CC and Michael are pretty set rn but I can’t decide if I’m gonna go a mad scientist post Sister Location route or regular shitty dad/serial killer route for William yet. Leaning toward mad scientist tho since it’d be more interesting

Elizabeth is in it too but I haven’t really figured out how she’ll play into it yet.

Honestly I think I might try my hand at writing again for this thang

Anyway the two names im thinking of a more silly one, Greging in the 80s, and a more serious sounding one based on the silly one, Running in the 80s, but like nothings really speaking to me yet so if y’all have a better name feel free to suggest it. Also in poll form for everyone who likes clicking buttons

[wildandsmile]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭. ☆ 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞r

🗯️ spencer reid x fem! reader, lime, oral(male receiving), im fucking sick and tired of writing this thing i redid it like 20,000 times and it’s just not working out. pls accept this and shut up i never wanna see spencer reid ever again.

spencer reid was a modern day genius. he could explain the pythagorean theorem to a group of second graders and make it make sense. he could riddle off equations and puzzles like it was second nature. he was good at magic tricks and numbers and logistics. the one thing spencer reid was not good at, was women.

you had been a member of the team for two years. two years you had been flirting with him, talking with him, hanging around him, and no matter how subtly or obviously you threw yourself to him, he just couldn’t catch the ball. he was like a dog that didn’t know commands in english. it drove you crazy.

you wanted him so badly, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought as you hustled a tray of drinks through a bustling crowd. you worked a side job for fun as a waitress at a nightclub, however spencer had pointed out that it would be a good opportunity for undercover work. so there you were, in your skimpy uniform, handing drinks around and chatting as you flittered by.

“well well, if it isn’t my favorite slut.” a voice chimed from beside you. you turned, ready to pick a fight, only to be met with the faces of your team. garcia, morgan, reid, hotch, rossi and prentiss sat at a large circle table, an easy going air around them. they all had grins on their faces as you started laughing, setting down the now empty drink tray. “penelope, you cannot do that. i just about punched you.” chuckles sounded out, ringing amongst them. “i didn’t know you worked here.” she said, propping her chin up on her hands. “i usually don’t have many shifts. memorial day is next weekend and the boss needed some extra hands.”

it felt strange to have all of their eyes on you at once. rossi had an easy grin on his lips and had obviously had a few drinks, garcia was smiling and talking to you, prentiss was watching you two talk, morgan and spencer were talking about something on the phone in front of them, and hotch was watching you talk to garcia as well, seeming relaxed for once.

“so. can i get y’all anything to drink?” you asked politely, pulling your pin pad out from the side of your skirt. they exchanged looks around the table, most of them saying no. “can i get.. a sex on the beach please? with no ice.” spencer spoke up. all heads turned towards him. you couldn’t help the smirk that built on your lips as you wrote it down. “what?” he asked, and you giggled. “nothing. just never thought i’d never hear you say the word sex in a non-educational way.”

that cute, innocent little face of his flushed and the others shared a small laugh. “i’ll be right back with that, love.” you shot a playful wink at him as you scooped the tray up and went on your way, going back to the bar to put in the order for those drinks. when you returned no more than ten minutes later, the group was packing up to leave. “hey, what the heck guys?” you set reid’s drink down in front of him without sending a single glance his way, too focused on the way everyone was standing. everyone besides him. “where are y’all going? the nights still young.”

“(y/n), it’s one in the morning. half of us have work tomorrow and the other half of us are on call.” rossi said, and you frowned. “oh.. well. alright then. see y’all on monday.” you said sadly, waving goodbye as they filed out. garcia gave you a quick hug and slipped something in the waistband of your skirt before hurrying off with a little giggle. it wasn’t until you turned around to collect their empty glasses that you realized spencer was still there, sipping gingerly at his drink. “oh, hey spence. gonna keep me company?” you asked playfully, piling their mess onto your tray.

he shrugged. “i guess so.” “well.. this table is for a party of five and up, so.. you can’t sit here. you’ll have to come sit at the bar.” you finished cleaning the table off as spencer stood, taking his drink with him. you lead him to the bar and got him a seat on one of the ends, away from the hoard of drunk college kids you knew he wouldn’t want to be near. you stepped behind the bar and piled the glasses into the sink, rinsing them out and setting them aside to be dried by the girl who did that shit when she got back from her smoke break. when you looked over at spencer, his drink was gone. “another round?” you asked, taking the glass from him.

“uhh.. sure. just one more.” you nodded, turning away before he could see you smile. everything he did was so cute. it felt so strange to see him sitting in this nightclub, with his innocent little face and boyband haircut and nerdy little satchel. you whipped up another sex on the beach and slid it down the counter to him before gathering up your large tray of drinks to make rounds again. “(y/n)— uh, what time do you get off?” you stopped in your tracks, halfway from behind the bar counter. you turned to look at him, being met with hopeful, almost shy eyes. “uh, in like half an hour. why? wanna buy me a drink?”

it didn’t take much for you to fall into that flirty persona of yours. you used it all the time to get bigger tips from drunk men. his face flushed and you smiled, putting your weight into your hip. you didn’t let him get another word in before you walked away, wanting to quickly make rounds and start closing tabs so you wouldn’t have to be there any longer than you needed to.

when you eventually found your way back to the bar, spencer’s drink was empty and there was a girl sitting next to him, chatting him up. you slid behind the counter quietly and watched them out of your peripheral, turning your eavesdropping ears on. spencer was explaining the plot line of star wars in excruciating detail and little ms. malibu barbie was soaking it up like a dehydrated sponge. it made your teeth hurt. there was no way she was gonna saunter in here and take the man you’ve been pining after for two years in the span of two minutes.

you were angrily closing out tabs when your coworker approached you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “hey, my shift starts in like five minutes and i got free time. you can go ahead and clock out.” “perfect, thanks.” you quickly went into the employee break room and collected your things, shoving them haphazardly into your purse before pulling your jacket on. it was cold outside tonight and the crop top and mini skirt combo you had going on wasn’t going to do shit to protect you from the weather. you zipped the jacket up halfway, slung your purse over your shoulder and got to stepping.

you walked out and had crossed almost the entire floor when you saw it. you almost gasped audibly when ms. jiggle jugs leaned in to spencer and kissed him on the cheek. you were shocked. then hurt. then jealous. then mad. at her, at him, you didn’t really know. you stepped out from behind the bar counter and put on your sickeningly sweet customer service smile. “well, my shift is over! i’m out of here. see you around, spencer.” you shot a pointed look to the girl who was practically drooling on the front of her shirt over him. to men, the glance you gave would look like a friendly acknowledgement, but every girl in the world knew that you had just inaudibly told her to get bent and die.

“hey, (y/n)— wait!” you looked over your shoulder to see spencer coming towards you. he caught up with you in a few strides easily, his long legs carrying him around quickly. “let me walk you home.” he said. you raised an eyebrow at him, pushing the door open and stepping into the cold night air. “i can get home on my own.” you said playfully. his face flushed again. you loved making him do that. “it’s no trouble, really. let me walk with you.” you stared at him for a moment, assessing him. trying to understand. you sighed. “fine.” he fell into step with you easily, and it was quiet. neither of you said anything.

“it’s cold out tonight, huh?” he said. you smiled. “yeah, a little bit.” your eyes were flitting over to him before you could think about it. he was looking up at the sky, his breath creating little puffs in the cool air. he looked fascinated. you looked up too. there was an airplane in the sky. you looked back to him. “do you like airplanes?” he looked over at you, surprised. “yes, they’re fascinating.”

he was rambling about them before you could respond. explaining aerodynamics, weight to speed proportion, the engineering behind them, so on and so fourth. you listened, but you didn’t necessarily understand some of it. he was explaining how the first airplanes were designed and why they didn’t work when you arrived to your house. you unlocked your front door and stepped inside, hanging your keys on the little hook.

you looked over your shoulder in curiosity at the lack of footsteps pittering behind you. spencer was standing at the doorway, unsure of himself. you smiled, suppressing a giggle. “you can come in.” he flushed and stepped inside, stuttering a bit. “oh, uh, right. you.. have a nice home.” he wasn’t wrong, it was a nice little home. two bedrooms, a nice sized kitchen, cute living room, a cat tree in said living room where your enormous cat perched. “thank you.” you kicked your shoes off and left them by the couch on your way to go see the king himself.

“hi, asparagus.” you cooed, scratching him behind the ears. you saw spencer tilt his head in your peripheral. “your cats name is asparagus?” “gus for short.” he nodded, pretending like that made any amount of sense. “thanks for walking me home.” “oh, it’s no problem. can i..?” he gestured to the couch. “yeah, go ahead.” he sat on the side with an armrest. “can i get you anything?” you asked, slinking your jacket off and tossing it over the back of the couch.

“no, thank you.” he sat with his hands on his lap, stiff as a board. it reminded you of interrogation. he looked nervous. “well.. what can i do for you then?” you asked. his gaze followed you as you stepped into your kitchen with the intention of getting a snack. “i.. don’t know. maybe we can just talk? i don’t have any other plans for the night.” you giggled. he was so socially inept and yet so good with people. it was crazy.

“fine by me.” snack in hand, you plopped down next to him on the couch. “do you usually stay up late?” you asked. he nodded. “trouble sleeping most of the time.” you nodded. “i get that.” it was quiet as you ate your snack, which consisted of a packet of fruit snacks and a little can of soda. “why do you work two jobs?” you paused, taking your time to chew up the gummies in your mouth. you shrugged. “it’s just fun, i guess. i like being able to interact with people outside of arresting them.” spencer chuckled.

you two sat like that for what felt like hours, asking questions back and forth and talking about mundane topics such as why it had been raining so much recently, how the local shop had started charging more for produce, etc.

“it’s getting late, i should probably head home.” spencer stood, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “sorry. didn’t mean to keep you up so late.” you stood too, rubbing your hands over your skirt self consciously. “it’s alright! i don’t mind.” you smiled. he blushed. you stood there for a moment, gazing up at him and his cute face. he looked so shy. you opened your mouth to speak when asparagus jumped onto the coffee table and knocked your soda over, spilling it all over the carpet.

“gus! really?” you scolded him, becoming embarrassed. usually gus was well behaved. he must have been jealous of spencer. “i’m so sorry, spence. it didn’t get on your shoes, did it?” he took a step back and you bent over to pick up the can. his breath hitched in his throat as your skirt rode up past your plump thighs, exposing the tiniest bit of red lace underneath. you stood up and turned to face him, confused. “spence? you alright?” he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a step away from you.

“yes. i’m fine. i’ll uh— i can help you clean that.” he said, a blush creeping up onto the tips of his ears. “oh no, it’s fine! i’ve got it.” you rushed off into your kitchen to find some paper towels while spencer stood stiffly in your living room, forcing himself to solve math equations in his head. the sight of you bent over in front of him replayed in his mind over and over again, and no matter how many equations he solved, he couldn’t get his blood flow to change directions. his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides until you returned.

“i’m sorry again.” you kneeled in front of him where the splash was and began soaking up the spilled liquid. you were at it for all of ten seconds before his resolve snapped and you felt gentle, slender fingers hooking under your chin. spencer lifted your face upwards, gazing down at you with a primal look in his eyes.

“(y/n)..” he grumbled, gently pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. you looked up at him with big, curious doe eyes as you parted your lips, letting his thumb slowly slip inside. your tongue collided with the pad of his finger and he sucked in a sharp breath, groaning on the exhale. “shit..”

“spence..” you mumbled against his thumb, pressing a gentle kiss to it as he retracted it. “please.” he whispered in a broken voice, gesturing to the very present boner in his pants, pressing against the fabric angrily, just waiting to be freed and sucked. you nodded. it was so unusual, almost alien for this to be happening, but you couldn’t care. not when you had wanted him for so long. seeing you bend over was one thing, he’d seen you do it multiple times before. but seeing you on your hands and knees in front of him was the breaking point for him. he had thought of you in that exact position so many times, fisted his cock to it, but never did he ever think it would become a reality.

you scooted forward and began working nimbly at his belt, pulling it through the loops of his jeans. you tossed it aside before starting to work on his button and zipper. he stopped you. “no.. no hands.” you flushed, all blood flow and train of thought rushing between your legs. he looked so sexy standing above you with that dark, needy look in his eyes. you leaned forward and grabbed the button loop with your teeth, pulling it free. you then grabbed onto the zipper and pulled it down, successfully freeing his cock from his pants.

“good girl..” he muttered, pushing his boxers down for you. his cock sprang free, nearly hitting you in the face. his tip was pink and oozing precum, he twitched when you got closer. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out to gently meet with his tip, your saliva mingling with his precum. his eyes stayed trained solely on you, drinking up your appearance. he groaned. “so fucking beautiful..” he was salty, heady. his taste reminded you of brandy and leather, in a good way. in a sexy way. you welcomed about four inches of his length into your mouth before he began treading dangerously close to your uvula, making you start to hesitate. “you got it..”

his hand bundled up your hair in a sloppy hold and held your head still. “relax your throat for me.” you did, and he began thrusting into your mouth, sliding past your uvula and into your throat. you panicked, sucking in a breath and starting to gag. “it’s okay, it’s okay. i’ve got you. i won’t hurt you. just trust me.” he said, affectionately stroking your head. you nodded, teary eyes meeting his. he slowly dragged his twitching length out of your mouth only to slowly place it back in, pushing his tip past your glossy lips and into your warm, waiting mouth.

you whimpered around him and he twitched again. “shit, (y/n)..” he groaned, bracing his hands against the back of your head. he thrusted a few more times before pulling out and instructing you to stand. you were on your feet for barely a full six seconds before he was pushing you down onto the couch and climbing on top of you.

“fuck, spencer.. i like you.” you blurted. he chuckled against your neck, littering it with small kisses and bites. “you don’t mean that..” he said. you frowned. you cupped his face and forced his gaze to meet yours. “yes, i do. i’ve always liked you, spence.” you said softly, gently, as if he was your child and you were explaining why he couldn’t run into the street. “you do?” he asked. an expression of regret washed over his face and he sat up, putting space between you that you didn’t want. “i’m sorry (y/n), i— i don’t know why i.. i shouldn’t have done that.” “no, it’s okay! i want you to. i like it..”

his eyes flicked up to you. “really..? i mean, i like you too! i just didn’t think.. i don’t want to scare you away..” he said, looking at you with nervous lil puppy dog eyes. “no, spence.. it’s alright..” you gently grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to your core, spreading your legs open and gently pressing his fingers against your panties. “i want you.”

if he once had any self control left over, he didn’t anymore. he growled and covered your body with his instantly, smashing his lips against yours and grinding his erection onto you. you whimpered into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it, muffling your noises. he brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and trailing his fingers down your jawline, collarbone, and between your breasts.

“so beautiful..” he whispered, pressing messy kisses to your cheek and neck. “wanted you for so long.” you sighed dreamily, slightly pulling at his hair. “so take me.”

and take him, you did.