#reblogging this again cause I forgot to add tags

[draguta]

.a court of fate and fortune | one.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: | book two | lovers separated, powers that won't be controlled, a doomed wedding. with the threat of war looming over prythian, lucien, Y/N, tamlin, and rhysand's inner circle must scramble to find allies and prepare themselves for what is to come. but Y/N only has one aim; to find her way back to lucien, and protect him at all costs.

chapter warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering

chapter word count: 3747

a/n: chapter one of our sequel! yessssss! (side note: forgot to add my taglist for the entirety of a court of ash and smoke, so we're back with the taglist for the sequel lol) for this series i will be posting if and when chapters are ready rather than on a schedule (i'm moving across the world this month so keeping up with a schedule is going to be hard)

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Missing

Hands caressed bodies. Some falling to the hair of the other, tangling and twisting at the roots. Some pressed against chests, rising and falling with laboured breathing. Some travelling down, past the point of no return, to where each of you needed it the most. His lips were on my neck, sucking at that spot just under your ear that made your head fall back in pleasure, made your toes curl in anticipation.

“I missed you so much,” he said as his lips traced lower, over your collarbone, nipping slightly at the skin there, down past the crevice between your breasts, turning to pull each nipple into his mouth. The only sounds that you could form were breathy moans, whispers of his name, a pleading to show you just how much he had missed you.

A hand pressed down over your dripping heat, the heel of his palm pressing fervently to that spot that caused you to shudder irrationally. Then a finger was dipping inside, bringing with it a wave of pleasure unlike any you had experienced before. Time made the heart grow fonder, and distance made the pleasure grow stronger.

“How perfect you are,” he whispered against your skin, breath hot as lips caught with each movement of his hand inside you. “How perfectly made, just for me.”

Because you had been made for him. And he for you.

His fingers disappeared, and you whined at the loss. Until, that is, you felt his tip nudge against you, gathering your wetness. His forehead pressed against yours, and as he pushed in, the pure euphoric bliss almost overwhelming, you allowed your eyes to open. They caught his in a second, and you didn’t let them go. You watched every ounce of pleasure that etched itself into the colour of his eyes.

One russet. One golden.

“Never leave me again,” he said, voice almost breaking.

“I will never leave you,” was your reply. And you knew that was the truth.

“I love you,” he huffed out, close to a beg, as if he were pleading for you to accept it, to let him love you. Little did he know that you had accepted it a long time ago with open arms. “My mate.”

His mate.

Your mate.

You woke with a start, so fast that you could barely grasp your surroundings. Your skin was hot, clammy and sweaty, and there was a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, one that you doubted could be doused in any kind of water.

There was only one way to put out those flames, to dull them to nothing more than embers. Only one person. But he wasn’t there, he never was. That dream wasn’t real, a monstrous lie told by your own traitorous mind to keep you from going crazy. From losing it entirely. Your mattress was cold, your bed empty, and your heart aching for that one soul that you couldn’t see.

The door swung itself open, revealing the High Lord of the Night Court himself leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets. “Again?” He asked. You could do nought but nod, running a hand through your sweat-drenched hair. He meandered inside, closing the door behind him, and perched on the end of your bed. He could no doubt scent the arousal in the air, but he didn’t comment on it - he never did. That was an unspoken rule between you.

He mourned the curse-breaker. You mourned the emissary. And you did so, each and every night, in each other’s company. You never spoke of it, never discussed the things that hunted your nightmares or his, but you were there for each other when the ones you both really wanted could not be. So you would sit, curled up in front of the fire, tea appearing before you as a courtesy of the very house that you lived in. And you would wallow in silence.

Dreaming of your mates.

Fate was a fickle thing.

You had never been one to believe in fate. For as long as you could remember you had scoffed at the idea that there was some higher power setting out a plan for your life. You preferred the idea that the things that happened to you were the outcome of a butterfly effect; that a decision you had made, however long ago, had led you to that particular moment, for whatever reason that may be. It wasn’t fate leading you there; it wasn’t the Cauldron or the Mother making those decisions on your behalf. It was you. Your strength. Your determination. Your courage. Your conscious choices.

Although you knew that choice wasn’t something that everyone was granted without hesitation. You weren’t given the choice to become High Fae. You weren’t given the choice to keep these powers. And you weren’t given the choice to have Lucien as your mate, although you would have chosen him regardless.

Even as a child you clung to the belief that your life was solely controlled by you. But that had been before, when you were mortal, naïve, and had thought the span of your world lay within the confines of your family’s estate in the Mortal Lands. When you’d assumed that the farthest you would ever go would be the village market, that you would never venture past the Wall, and that the male you cared for the most would be that of your blood brother, Arleon.

You knew better now.

How strange, how quickly things can change.

You could only assume that it hadn’t been your own decisions that had ultimately led you to where you were. You could only hope. Because the idea that every step you had been forced to take, every path you had been pushed to follow, was somehow due to something you had done, was all-but sickening to you.

Every life lost. Every battle fought in that cold, cavernous mountain. Every memory that haunted your each and every waking moment.

Every dream of him.

But that was the thing, you supposed; it had been worth it, you were certain of that. Whether it had been fate, or the will of the Cauldron and the Mother, or your own choices alone, those steps had brought you here, to Velaris. They had found you Feyre, had taken you to Prythain in the first place. And they had united you with Lucien, even if he was not so very far away.

It was all worth it.

Weeks had passed since Rhysand had first brought you there. The Night Court had been nothing at all as you had been expecting. When you had pictured torture chambers, instead sat plush bedrooms and studies and libraries. Where you had imagined the streets run red with the blood of victims, you had alternatively found cobblestone streets where the laughter of children bounced and echoed from the walls. It all seemed so lively. No bloodshed. No pain. Just pure, undiluted happiness radiating from the very streets of this city. How wrong those rumours in the Spring Court had been.

You had found yourself feeling strangely at home there, and you were certain that it wasn’t solely because of the city itself, but rather because of the people that you had found yourself surrounded with there. The Inner Circle of Rhysand’s court, his brothers, his cousin, and that terrifying black-haired female, had all welcomed you, regardless of where you had come from, and who your brother was.

Tamlin. You would have been lying if you said his name hadn’t crossed your mind on more than one occasion since your arrival there. You wondered if he might have been looking for you, if he knew who had taken you in the first place, if he had worked out that you had come willingly. That you had wanted to leave him behind. It was the least that he had deserved.

Perhaps Lucien had told him of your letter. No, surely Lucien wouldn’t do such a thing, not when that letter had been for his eyes and his eyes only. You hadn’t felt the need to include that; you knew all too well that he would understand the implication without it needing to be explained.

Lucien. Cauldron, how you missed him. Your entire body ached for him, for his touch. Each and every night he would visit you, and his hands would caress your body, his lips would brush against your skin, and everything would feel so right once more. Until you woke up, that is, and realised that it had all been in your head. That bond inside you, the one that was still entirely one-sided, that tied you to him, drew you back to him, to find him and never leave his side again. But you knew that you couldn’t. Not until you knew that you were no longer a threat to him, and for that you would risk missing those days with him. For that you would risk him falling back into resentment against you for leaving. You would never hurt him, even if it meant he hated you for it.

Your training had been going well. Each and every morning was spent in the ring at the House of Wind going over your manoeuvres with Cassian, who seemed more than impressed by how much you had already managed to grasp in the short time that you had been training. You cited Silas - your teacher - as the sole reason for that, although Cassian had been quick to shoot down the idea.

“Nah, that’s all you,” he had said, thumping you hard on the shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but rough that it left a lingering pain.

Your afternoons were usually spent with Rhys going over the training of your powers. Even in just the few short weeks that you had been practising, you had already managed to get a grip on how to swell and shrink your power if and when you needed it - to bring it to the forefront and hide it away to lie in wait, only at your non-verbal command. Loosely was the optimal word, however; you still hadn’t quite perfected it just yet.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Rhys’ crooning tone sounded from behind you. He had found you in the spot that you seemed to have taken residence in more than anywhere else during those first weeks. The very corner of the balcony where you had spotted your first glimpse of Velaris, where the stone met at a point, providing you with the perfect place to lean into and simply look out upon the city that so few dared to venture into. Rhysand copied your stance, bringing his forearms up to rest against the stone of the railing, clasping his hands together, violet gaze trained on you. “You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

“I’m never not thinking about him,” you admitted, refusing to meet his stare for fear that, should you see those eyes filled with a knowing sympathy, the very walls that you had built to keep yourself guarded might crumble, leaving you a weeping mess at his feet. You hadn’t divulged to him that Lucien was your mate - hadn’t even mentioned that you loved him - but Rhysand had garnered that there was at least something there, some sort of feeling that made you ache for him the way that you did.

“I know a little of what that feels like,” he said, his lips pulling into a sorrowful smile. And there you remained, as you had for so many nights, standing in silence, lonely but not alone, staring out across the city that he called home.

Mourning those you could not have.

The Spring Court had never felt so…empty. It bustled around Lucien at a never-ending pace, preparations readying for what Ianthe had begun calling the wedding of the century. Everyone was in high spirits - even Tamlin, to a degree. That stoic demeanour was still just as it had been on the day Y/N had left, yet there was a glimmer in his eye at the thought of what lay ahead. A lifetime with the female he loved.

Lucien couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that ricocheted through him at the very idea.

Feyre, he had noticed, seemed to be the only person who wasn’t excited for the upcoming nuptials. Well, the only person besides himself. She had closed herself off, more so with Y/N’s departure to the Night Court. It had left her with no one, not really. She had Tamlin, and his arduous mood swings, and Ianthe who seemed to be trying to paint her into the portrait of an obedient High Lord’s wife. And she had him, but he couldn’t deny that his heart simply wasn’t in it anymore.

There was no more teasing from him, no more humoured lilt in his tone when he spoke to her. He too, it would seem, had become closed off since Y/N had left, for a different reason, of course.

Because his heart longed to be with her, to be near her, and no matter what distractions he might find for himself - training with Silas and the sentinels, or heading out on hunts, or lending a hand to Tamlin with the court’s paperwork - that need for her never dissipated. It was always there, bubbling under the surface.

Tamlin hadn’t given up searching for her. Sentinels had scoured every inch of the Spring Court in search of anything, and Lucien himself had been sent to damn-near every court in the hopes of retrieving her safely, or of at least finding a clue as to where she might actually be. Lucien knew, of course, although he wouldn’t share that information with his High Lord. He knew for certain that it was Rhysand and his Night Court goons who had ‘supposedly’ stolen her away in the night. Tamlin knew that too, although he was woe to believe it; he had scented that male in her room that night, and had pieced the puzzle together. Silas had even said as much, having stated with such conviction that it had been them. But Tamlin knew better than to go storming into the Night Court and risk starting an all-out war between courts without proof that she was even there, and Lucien was doing everything he could to make sure that didn’t happen.

And so, it remained, Y/N in the Night Court, Lucien in the Spring Court; two lovers trapped miles, and multiple courts and territories apart. Tamlin continued scouring every book that held any information about the laws of Prythian, and still sent his sentinels out in search of clues. Lucien kept his friend distracted from invading Night Court lands, did his best to keep Tamlin focused on the Spring Court and Feyre and the upcoming wedding. And the best that he was able to do was dream of her, to think of her when he closed his eyes, and to imagine that she was there by his side.

He felt her in every Spring breeze blowing the scent of jasmine and lavender from the gardens; her scent. He felt her in every kiss of sunlight that fell against his skin as warm as her lips, every click of blade against blade when he sparred with the sentinels. In the birds that chirped that reminded him of that night Under the Mountain when they had stared out of that little window in his chambers for hours. In every smile that he saw plastered onto the faces of passing village fae, beaming and glowing and beautiful.

He felt her everywhere, except beside him.

“That was good,” Rhys said with a small chuckle. “Although next time, please try not to go for my face. You nearly took my head off.”

You rolled your eyes and unwrapped your legs from their seated position. You had been at it for hours, trying to get your powers to reveal themselves in a non-threatening way. Rhys had said that this was the obvious next step - to learn how to let them out, to breathe, even when there wasn’t a threat. Until now, it would seem that anytime you let your powers out, they would immediately lunge for whomever else was present, as if their sole reasoning for being was to kill. And all of your previous lessons had forced Rhys to place a protection shield around himself. But now, it would seem, he was willing to take the risk. Perhaps he trusted you enough now to not let them hurt him. You weren’t sure you trusted yourself with that though. Until that point, the only person that the red smoke hadn’t tried to harm was you.

You had been perched on the rooftop of the House of Wind, away from any civilisation that may have been caught in any destruction your power might have made should it not go to plan, for what seemed like forever. Every ticking second only stood to remind you of how little you really knew or understood of these powers, and how little you were able to control them. They had already lunged for Rhysand well over ten times, and you could only assume that they would try again.

“It’s not working,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself to protect from the sharp chill of the mountaintop. “It’s pointless. I’m never going to be able to control these fucking powers.”

Rhys frowned. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit. These powers that you have are strong, and the way that you’re able to wield them already, to let them out and reel them back in on command, is already showing a lot of restraint.”

“Not enough. They still try to kill you every time.”

Rhys sighed, rising to his feet and shoving his hands in his pockets, allowing his shoulders to shrug ever-so-slightly. “We’ve not been doing this for long. You need to have patience.”

“Because it’s not going to happen overnight, right?” You scoffed, echoing the words that he had told you countless times already, spinning on your heel to look back at him. His lips went thin in what you could only assume was pity.

“Exactly,” he affirmed. “You think I was able to control my powers immediately? No, it took me centuries to get this kind of grip on them, and even still, there are aspects that I haven’t perfected.”

You winced. Centuries. Centuries away from Lucien. You weren’t sure you could make it that long without him. You were sure you would go mad from want long before that. “I just feel…useless,” you admitted, kicking at the snow on the rooftop with the toe of your boot. Rhysand sighed once more, moving to clap a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re definitely not useless,” he said quietly. “Have more trust in yourself than that. I know that you’re eager to get it right, but don’t push yourself.”

“What would you suggest instead?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled, turning and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back toward the door. You relished in the warmth that his arm provided; it seemed any training that you had been doing was finished, for now.

“Patience,” he said again. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, watched the way your shoulders slumped, and your breath clouded in front of you as you exhaled deeply. “I have to admit, these few weeks I’ve been watching you train, I’ve noticed some similarities between your powers and Azriel’s shadows. They’re not the same, far from it, but they act in a similar way. Maybe he could be of some help to us.”

The only thing you could do was nod.

Patience. You had to be patient. But if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t sure how long that patience could last.

It was quite a scene, really, that Lucien had stumbled across. He rarely found himself in the rose garden - preferred to leave it as a place for Tamlin, a place where he could feel closer to his mother. But for some reason, in the weeks since Y/N had left, he had found himself drawn to that little rose garden, the flowers that bloomed there year-round reminding him of her. Of the rose he had gifted her for Solstice that had been more of a jibe against her than a real gift.

He regretted that now.

But as he wandered the gravelled path, the little stones crunching and sinking beneath each step of his boots, his eyes fell on Feyre. Her familiar haunch was perched on the edge of one of the stone benches. Lucien couldn’t deny in that moment that she looked rather angelic - golden-brown hair amidst blood-red roses. The scene would be like that of one of the paintings that Feyre loved so much, if it hadn’t been for her ghostly pale skin, paper-like from endless days trapped in the house.

As he grew closer, he noticed that she held a rose in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. Each thorn was gone, ripped from the stem with what he thought looked like almost angry intent.

He cleared his throat, and she looked up, catching his eye in surprise.

“Didn’t think I’d find you out here,” he said, finally coming to a stop at the bench and taking a seat beside her, stretching his legs out straight against the gravel.

“I could say the same thing,” she muttered with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She drew in a sigh, turning away from him and glancing back down to the rose in her hand, to the way it twirled, the sunlight bouncing off each petal. “I wish Y/N was here.”

Lucien blinked slowly. “Me too.”

“She loves you. You know?” Her words were so quiet, almost a whisper, barely audible above the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves above. Lucien wondered, for a second, if the words were being uttered without her permission or forethought.

“I know,” he replied as gently as he could.

“She’s lucky.” He watched as Feyre tossed the rose back into the bush, turning in her seat to stare at him intently. “Don’t let her forget how important she is.”

Lucien opened his mouth to speak, but before he had the chance, she was rising to her feet and floating back down the gravel toward the manor in eerie silence.

Lucien didn’t stop her.

Taglist

Complete: | @loveshineslikethesky | @elleclairez | @lostpirateinwonderland |

Lucien Vanserra: | @luna-foxglove |

[themyscirah]

Okay game time again

Can you name 5 villains associated with each JLA listed member?

Answer hidden in tags or under a cut so you don't spoil it for others! By associated villains I just mean ones who were created to fight any of the following characters or are known for doing so (so rogues, but important non-recurring villains are accepted too). Grouped into modes by my guesses of villain popularity just cause. Definitely possible some of these guys don't go up to five (thinking maybe MM for this just because he's had less solos) so just name as many as you can there.

Easy Mode:

Batman

Superman

Medium:

Flash

Wonder Woman

Green Lantern

Hard Mode:

Aquaman

Green Arrow

Martian Manhunter

Feel free to reblog and add more if you think there's someone I missed that you'd want to have people guess on!!!!!!

Edit: Forgot Billy so Captain Marvel as well counts here!

[distortedkilling]

Welp. I'm putting it under a read more so if people want to ignore it, they can. But because it was made public and for the sake of transparency at the accusations/implications hurled, I feel more comfortable posting about it than not. Not even for my own sake but because one of the best people I know is involved who is always patient and considerate with tags and being informed of peoples triggers.

@photosensitive-despair

I just want to say I find it convenient we were blocked and that my second ask where I'm clearly in agreement with the majority of what they're saying was posted, solely because I disagreed with the method of how this was approached. Nice to know the way they voiced having been treated is exactly the treatment they give others when they voice a criticism and ask for basic respect.

Additional unasked for advice: If you can't hold a debate or conversation in advocation for something you believe in, then you need to study and reflect more on what you're doing - wait to go public. In life, you are going to be criticized and questioned and if you can't handle some nobodies on the internet both agreeing, disagreeing, and criticizing you on a bare minimum level, then you are only going to hurt your cause more than help it. Especially when you throw accusations and implications and behave as shown below. Take it from an actual fucking activist who has been advocating mental and physical disabilities and equal rights since before you were born.

Where it began. Quen and I were just dicking around and her ask was reblogged. Neither of us have an issue with the blog's purpose, mind you. We're very much in support of correcting trigger warning tags being used incorrectly. Quen went ahead and corrected those tags.

Quen originally changed the tags on this post to the ones they requested before she decided to remove the icon as a whole and add context because of the reply that was given to our asks to remove the post from their blog. My dumbass just forgot to screencap the initial change but by the effort she made I think it's evident she followed through.

Cue my ask. Quen's is in their reply that follows. For the sake of transparency, I know my text tone isn't always pleasant and no one likes to get confronted/scolded, which is why I addressed how I wanted to sound to avoid confusion but alas.

Their reply. I don't disagree with the majority of their efforts, neither does Quen.

And then the second ask I sent which conveniently was ignored before they blocked us. I tried to clearly explain we supported what they did and where our only criticism was. As well as requested again to please remove our post from their blog.

After I had sent that, for the sake of showing with action my solidarity to their cause, I reblogged their post on tags. And I aim to keep it up and keep on reblogging it because I believe in their cause. Even if the people behind the blog I'm less enthused regarding, it's whatever. I'm an adult and a tired one at that, I see a cause I support and I'll support it even if the people are behaving poorly. What I won't do, though, is sit quietly when they are in need of some feedback on their conduct, however. People, especially advocates of something, don't become better activists by living in an echo chamber. They need to hear criticism in order to make sure they are reaching as many people as they can for their cause. That includes doing things in a way you may not like or get a lot of results with, like privately messaging people instead of making this public and snatching peoples content.

I hate doing this nonsense and I'm grateful I actually don't have to do it often at all since I usually am surrounded by competent adults who know common sense and how to communicate. I sent an ask off anon so they could reply to it private since messaging wasn't possible. Their choice to go public tied my hands a bit here. Especially with the following post here that doubles down on their accusations and implication of either of us being ableist. Honestly.

Finally, my favorite form of Tumblr mentality and behavior. Blocking people for giving valid and justified criticism. People who agree with you but still made frustrated and concerned commentary on your conduct. People who, I don't know... explained their discomfort and boundaries and requested you meet them halfway are shut down without any construction communication. Hm. Quen and I are literally implementing and supporting your cause and yet this is how you respond and behave.

Glad to know the level of professionalism here with this post they dropped. Brilliant. Congrats, you are officially behaving the exact way you said others treat you with. You've become what you despise and officially are hurting your cause by living in an echo chamber instead of having a constructive conversation and having basic respect for other people.

I support your cause, I don't currently support your ability to constructively advocate for it if this is how you behave.

And lastly, anyone who made it this far, please respect their cause and even reblog their post. It's very informative. Their conduct is rude, yeah, but I don't want hate thrown their way or any such shit. I just wanted to address for the sake of transparency this because it affects my friend and myself. If anyone has questions or wants stuff clarified, you know you can DM me.

Anyways, take care. Be safe. <3

[dontlookheswatching]

[INACTIVE]

Info!(≡^∇^≡)

(Note: I LOVE reblogs!!!!)

Hello hiiii I've been inactive for MONTHS, I kinda forgot I had a blog that's 'under construction' and I decided to add a info page about myself for now until I start posting doodles and such. I've been apart of the creepypasta fandom ever since the early 2000's, when it was first starting out and becoming popular, and I've decided to ACTUALLY become apart of it, as someone people may hopefully know and recognize me for by my art contributing to the community. I also have tags to help people move around my blog easier because I tend to reblog a lot. #gaymer art is any art I draw. #Gaymer ramble is when im talking about something. #Gaymer reply is when im replying to an ask. And lastly, #rb just stands for something I've reblogged. #gaymer writings mean something I've written, such as a short story. This blog will have quite gruesome/explicit themes at times. It's Creepypasta after all. I will mention things quite frequently like abuse, sex, and drug use. I will probably have art and posts that may hint at sexual themes/NSFW, but I will say I will not be posting actual NSFW art or writing on this blog. The most you might see in my art are hickeys an a characters neck or suggestive hand placement, nothing much more than that. My writing or other posts that aren't art may be more detailed about it, but again, I will not full on write the actual sex scene itself, only what would possibly lead up to it and afterwards. In a basic summary, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, I will be making a tag on my blog for this kind of stuff, you can block the tag or me in general, for your own comfort. I don't mind. I'd rather everyone be comfortable and sure of what they're looking at and expecting when scrolling through my blog or finding my things. I want to clarify even though these themes will be mentioned on my blog such as abuse or rape, I DO NOT support any of this, as a victim of a few of these things myself. Here's a list of things that will be mentioned or shown in art on my blog: -Abuse(Mental, physical, verbal, and child abuse) -Sexual assult/Rape -Sex -Drug use(Weed included in this category) -Self harm/Suicide -Violence -And possible extreme gore ---

-I am always open to dms, and I can also be contacted via discord!

-You can call me Max, friends can call me Ben, and I go by he/him. I don't mind other nicknames as long as they aren't insults ^^

-My requests and ask box will most likely be open 24/7, but as said in my bio, I'm a slow poster and It might be months in-between updates, maybe weeks if I have time, it usually depends on my schedule. I don't typically do writing prompts or anything like that, but there might be a few exceptions in the future -My main interests will not be fully discussed and addressed most of the time due to this being a Creepypasta blog but don't be shocked if you hear a reference, quote, or straight up topic about the following; •The Walking Dead •Wings of Fire •Spongebob(yes I still watch SpongeBob and I'll say it proudly ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹) •Stardew Valley •Music •Movies/Shows •The Legend of Zelda (I'm a huge geek so don't ask about it unless your fine with a REALLY LONG post-😅) •I have terrible memory so I have no idea what else to add so expect the unexpected I guess🤷

-If not already obvious, this blog will MOSTLY be Creepypasta, but don't be shocked to find something different😋

-Please dni if you; are transphobic/homophobic, disrespectful to ships that aren't popular, engage in politics, easily triggered by the themes that will be used in my blog(Drug/alcohol and sexual themes. I want you all to be safe and I don't want to cause anyone hard times with my blog) or rude in general. I want my blog to have a safe vibe where people can find enjoyment and comfort rather than aggression and forced opinions

-A few of my ships that might have you apply to my dni include Jeff and Ben (they're both adults in my au and hc's, please refrain from pushing your opinions and hc's onto me for this, thank you) and Liu and EJ. These will perhaps be the two main ones on this blog, but I have several others as well. I am a multishipper, and therefore fully support and like other ships, such as Toby and E.J, and it may be possible to find such art consisting of different ships throughout my blog. Again, please dni if you are against any of this.

If you have any questions about my blog or for me, don't be afraid to ask! Have a safe and wonderful day/night and take care, your all loved and appreciated by someone no matter what!❤️❤️❤️

[nekoannie-chan]

Colorful

Title: Colorful.

Ship: Steve Rogers X 80’s!Reader.

Word count: 540 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: B3 1980’s.

Summary: Steve by accident activated one of Chase’s invents and found the love of his life.

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, kind of time travel, happy ending. No Archive Warnings Apply.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo​  AC1078

You can read it on Ao3 and Wattpad too.

@saiyanprincessswanie​

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

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1980

Steve woke up, he was in the middle of the street; however, when he realized, his surroundings were different, Madonna's music sounded far away. He immediately got up, if he was still lying there, the police would probably come soon and question him.

He didn't even know exactly what happened, the last thing he remembered was that he was in Chase Stein's lab and out of curiosity he had grabbed one of the objects there.

That's when he saw the date March 1st, 1980, on one of the newspapers on a stand, which meant he was in trouble, he hoped the others realized what had happened and could fix it since he didn't know who to go to for help.

“Are you okay? “You asked him when you saw him, it struck you that he looked confused, even as if you knew him, though you weren't sure.

“Uh... yeah, I think I got lost. "

“You're not from here," you pointed when you saw him, you knew all the people who lived in your neighborhood.

“Eh... no, I'm from... Illinois “Steve looked at the paper again so he could answer, he knew he couldn't tell the truth since he couldn't explain, rather it was hard to be believed.

“What are you looking for? “you asked.

“Eh... the restaurant... I forgot the name. "

“Ah, I think I know which restaurant you mean, I can take you there, it's very popular, but at this hour it's usually empty. I'm Y/N by the way. "

“Ste... Grant Rogers “he couldn't say his real name” “Is something wrong? “Steve asked as he noticed you kept looking at him.

“No, nothing, I just feel like we know each other. "

“I don't think so, I've never been here before," Steve replied nervously.

“Maybe it was in a past life," you replied.

“Why are you dressed like that, by the way? “He looked at your colorful clothes.

“Oh, I just finished taking my aerobics class," you explained.

1982

Steve didn't care if the rest couldn't fix what he caused, finally when he met you, he realized he had found the love of his life.

A week before he had told you the whole truth, at first he thought you would laugh or that he was joking. However, your only response was "I'm glad you made that mistake, otherwise we wouldn't have met". You even accompanied him to Camp Leigh and other places he wanted to visit.

That encouraged him to take the next step, that night he would propose to you.

1989

Steve smiled, at the same time that he saw the family photo, although the first weeks that he had arrived he doubted what had happened and tried to find a solution, now he would not change his decisions for anything in the world.

Now he had to hurry and finish packing the suitcases, the next day, very early you had to be at the airport to go on a trip to the country you had always wanted to know. You always took turns to fulfill the dream of one or the other.

Finally, he had achieved what he had always wanted and he would not change it for the world.

[fivewholeminutes]

introductions and some info

i'm on this website for more than a decade and this is the first time i've made a themed blog cause idk. i'm still terrified of interacting with anyone (we're all anonymous here, WHY AM I ANXIOUS), but the need to scream about sleep token is stronger. i am going to be extremely awkward if you decide to interact with me, sorry in advance, believe me, i am trying

name's alex, i'm polish and uuuh. i go by she/her, but i'm not picky.

i'm here mostly for lyrics analysis/theories and memes! and reblogging cool sacred moments and fanart and general yelling about the band i guess i've got comfortable enough to post my art here too so you may see something from time to time

if you put your selfies in the band tag just to have more views, i will block you, i don't have patience for that (if it's band-related, like a halloween make-up or sth, it's all fine!!!)

if you spam the band tag with anything not-band related, i may block you, cause i'm a tired senior citizen that yells at a cloud (that goes for some screenshots from games with just lyrics added, fanfiction about ships i don't care for etc. etc.)

same goes for spoiling the band's identities, obviously

not a fan of fanfiction/headcanons about real people either! (not gonna block blogs for that, only tags)

and of course, if you're a terf or other kind of a twat, you get a block too as soon as i realise you're trash <3

i'm ace, so thirsting about the band usually makes me uncomfortable (i'm not against it!! that would be hypocritical, considering one of their main topics is sex. it's just, you know. an ace thing. being ok with sex as a concept, but not when it's being said online about real people. hard to explain that, sorry. then again sometimes i don't mind some tits out jokes etc., depends on a mood)

main acc is @hajstra. i don't talk there much

uhhh, that's all, thank you

oh btw, i forgot to add: i don't have any tagging system, cause i'm a messy and chaotic person and any attempts at changing that went to shit. if you want me to tag something, please do not hesitate to contact me! there are two tags that i'm quite consistent with tho:

#sleep token't (courtesy of @moonchild-in-blue's amazing idea for a tag for non-ST related posts)

and my art tag, #alex vs the mortifying ordeal of having her art perceived

(which is a terribly long bitch, come to think of it, but i'm too lazy to change it now tbh)

[delightful-mirth]

Browsing through a hard disk, I stumbled upon an old edit I did of Hogwarts castle with many Pride flags on its spires. Now I’m going to tell the story behind this picture.

Back in June 2020, after Harry Potter’s author started vomiting her anti-trans rhetoric, I found a nice picture on Instagram of Hogwarts castle from Universal Studios Park in Florida with many Pride flags photoshopped on it. The message was about Hogwarts always welcoming anyone, no matter what HP's author says. The trans flag stood out higher over the other flags to show particular support to the group that was, and sadly still is, being targeted. Since I liked it very much, I shared it here on my Tumblr blog, crediting the people who made it (as I always do whenever I share something that it is not mine).

The thing is the Lesbian flag was nowhere to be found, but I honestly didn’t notice when I posted the picture. Why the authors omitted it, I can’t tell. Probably their focus was on the Trans flag, or perhaps they just forgot. Whatever the reason, they surely had nothing against lesbians: they included the Lesbian Pride flag in other edits they made.

After I published it, the post went literally ablaze, with an incredibly large number of interactions that just kept skyrocketing by the minute (which is unusual for a blog consisting mostly of reblogs like my own). While the picture and the message were generally appreciated and understood, a lot of people were vocal about the missing Lesbian flag, accusing me of omitting it on purpose and, long story short, of being lesbophobic (no matter how I clearly specified that I merely shared and didn’t make the edit).

Out of rage and concern that some trolls might go on Instagram and harass the original creators, I impulsively deleted the post. What made me particularly angry was both the accusations of discriminating against Lesbians, whom as a Gay man myself I actually see as sisters in this heteronormative world, and the fact that none of those folks who complained had never bothered to reblog any of the important articles and petitions about LGBTQ+ rights I shared on my blog. A missing flag in an edit I shared caused much uproar, but LGBTQ+ people (including Lesbians) being persecuted and killed was treated as an inconsequential matter here. And this is the issue with many toxic tumblrinx, who see themselves as experts and activists of LGBTQ+ rights, when all they do is shipping same-sex fictional characters, prioritizing them over actual LGBTQ+ people.

Someone commented that I shouldn't use the “big tags” (I guess they were referring to #transphobia and #trans rights), for “this crap.” Well, whenever I used the big tags for really important matters, this person never showed up; I know because those posts usually get three reblogs at best.

There were even people who took the time to make memes about the missing Lesbian flag. Again, they had time for this, but they could never spend a few seconds to reblog important posts I shared. But also: they opened Photoshop to make those memes, but none of them thought about using it to add the missing flag.

I suspect that maybe not all but certainly some of those people who stirred such a shitstorm were transphobes, who tried to shift the concern on transphobia to something else.

The specific Gay/Vincian flag was also missing in the picture: since I am a Gay man myself, was I self-discriminating?

So, after I took down the picture, I made an edit of my own with my limited Photoshop skills. Not only I added the Lesbian flag, I added even more Pride flags that were absent in the edit that caused so much controversy. Of course, not every existing Pride flags as that would be impossible, especially considering that more and more orientations and gender identites are costantly identified (mind you, I said “identified” not “invented”). But of course, all of them are valid and identified in the Rainbow Pride flag and its variants.

At the time I didn't post this edit of mine, because right after finishing it, I believed that Tumblr simply wasn't worth it, given what had recently happened. And if I believed that it was possible to separate the art from the artist then, I'm not exactly sure about it anymore in Harry Potter's case. I think that the whole series is tainted by the author's hateful views, and that just keeping it relevant, even without buying official merch, will still fill the author's pocket. However, to give some sort of closure to this matter, here it is:

[percreates]

Here's my intro post thingy-

My name is Percival, but I'm cool with Percy or whatever nickname, they/he, 20

Fandoms and things I draw/plan to draw

Random things from my life and little sketches

The Doomsday Heroes (working title) - a NaNoWriMo story I did when I was 13 that I'm entirely reworking to make a comic (I might make a post with some early concept art soon!)

Star Wars (I like the prequels/clone wars era best, but am not opposed to some original trilogy love)

Original Leverage (I only watched a lil redemption and didn't care for it all that much, but og Leverage has been my favorite show for over half my life now, expect ot3 art)

Spider-Man and Spiderverse, I have a spidersona that I'll be posting eventually

X-Files (I've taken a truly unhinged number of reference screenshots)

Star Trek TNG (a hyperfixation I'd like to return to, I'm obsessed with Data and Geordi)

Minecraft (funny/neat moments and adventures of my oc and others on an smp I'm part of)

X-Men (once I've read more of the comics)

Potentially other marvel superheroes (but again, not until I've read more of their comics, it's a Thing with me, but I did love the goofy found family avengers tower fandom stuff before the mcu got so dark and depressing)

MCR

Doctor Who (I'm not caught up on the latest few seasons and it's been a long time since I watched past the 10th doctor cause he and 9 are my faves, but I'm sure I'll draw early new who art sometime)

Jackass (MAYBE.)

Apothecaria (if I get back to it, which would be fun! I kinda forgot it existed until rereading this but I did have some cool ideas planned 👀)

Potentially other fandoms I'm forgetting I'm in, or didn't add to the list, just whatever I'm into lately

Random non-fandom related references, I've drawn a reasonable number of random people on pinterest afsgsgsg

(my references and tips board has 27 nicely organized sections and a total of over 1600 pins, feel free to dm me if you want the link!) (Probably more, I haven't checked in a while tbh)

Pretty much any scene/shot from a movie or show I watch that makes me go "ooh I wanna draw that" and take a screenshot, it's a problem (I got a lovely one earlier though of Eliot Spencer with a bunny)

I'm learning to draw cause I want to start creating comics! I drew a lot in middle school and am finally getting back into it. I was never that good back then, but I'm super happy with the progress I'm making since coming back to it >:D

I think entirely in words rather than pictures (I believe that's called aphantasia?), so until I've got A Lot more experience and have built up a better mental library and muscle memory, most things I draw will be with reference, but I'm slowly getting better at drawing from imagination!!

Tagging system-

#my art (self explanatory, I'll also have #my comics sometime down the line and #my me for self portraits), #perc rambles (anything I post that's not art, I've potentially missed a few of these), #cool art (any art I reblog that's not mine), #comics (as in comics people have made, not like, comics fandom stuff), #spidersona (other people's sonas, I'll be tagging my own separately, probably as #spiderskate but I haven't decided), #tips and tricks, #pose reference, #resources, and if I draw for a fandom I'll tag said fandom. I'll have tags for various ocs I post, currently my only one is #benni enderman.

I think that's everything! Thanks for checking out my blog, enjoy your time here :D

[prismatica-the-strange]

I posted 29,862 times in 2022

That's 2,677 more posts than 2021!

1,680 posts created (6%)

28,182 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@daincrediblegg

@spongebobssquarepants

@prisma-the-spooktacular

@lokidokeyartichoki

@beardedmrbean

I tagged 5,508 of my posts in 2022

#prisma rambles - 778 posts

#forged in hellfire - 592 posts

#prisma self ships - 520 posts

#eddie munson - 294 posts

#after hours - 164 posts

#daniel and dread - 160 posts

#ask game - 159 posts

#prisma watches - 154 posts

#prisma answers - 144 posts

#st4 spoilers - 110 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he also proposed that night and planned on having kane. who was rither chancellor or acting chancellor at the time. marry them the next day

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Imagine: Spending time with Eddie in the hospital while he's recovering from that horrific Demobat attack.

Bringing a pack of Uno cards to play with and some of his favorite movies to watch.

Falling asleep in a chair next to the bed or beside him in it because no way is he letting his Y/n sleep in such an uncomfortable-looking chair.

Giving him so many kisses cause he hurts and nothing heals like Y/n kisses.

Brushing his hair for him because he's sore and he loves when you do that.

Him falling asleep against you because you make him feel safe and loved.

Helping him get back on his feet and walking again because those bat bitches really fucked up his joints.

His uncle loving that you're there because he knows that, no matter what anyone else is saying, You love his nephew.

Having fun with the rest of Hellfire when they visit, maybe even running a oneshot together.

Taking polaroids of each other being goofy.

Reblogs > Likes

249 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

Every time Danny Dies and comes back the team adds another birthday to the calendar, and make him start over again. But none of them count until a year after he comes back and they throw him a "First" birthday party. He is then 1.

It's their favorite running gag, much to Daniel's Dismay.

Sometimes they give him "age appropriate" gifts. Like letter blocks glued together to spell out his name, or a doll from another planet. Nothing mean spirited.

Sam bought him a "My First Archaeological dig" set she found online, he thought it was cute.

He finds the whole thing both annoying and wholesome.

Growing up an only child, he never got to experience what it was like having siblings, and this is what he always imagined it would be like.

250 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

Only the Young | Part 1

18+

Synopsis: Flashback! You're in high school. First month of junior year. Your main goal? To make it through the next two years unnoticed. But what's this? You seem to have caught the eye of loud, rowdy Eddie Munson. It's his Junior year too and it's his goal to get you out of that shell of yours.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x shy/socially anxious!reader (I'll admit this is a little self indulgent)

The first two parts are more backstory leading up to st4

Part 2

Reblogs > Likes

You take one last look at your watch as you walk into the classroom.

There's only one seat left, way in the back next to Eddie Munson. You could already feel the eyes glaring in your general direction from just sitting close to him.

There's no avoiding it now, not without causing a scene at least, and that was the last thing you wanted. So you hug your binder closer to your chest, bell ringing as you sit down.

You don't fail to notice him, not-so-subtly look over at you like he'd never seen you before.

Good. You think, that was your intent.

8 minutes into class you hear a noise.

"Pst... psst hey!" You glance over at Eddie and he's leaning towards you slightly, "Hi."

Your eyes dart back to your paper, scribbling notes down.

"Hey, can I borrow a pen?" He asks in hushed tones, "I uh, kinda forgot one."

You peak back at him for a moment and he's smiling apologetically.

Keeping your view on the chalkboard, you reach into your bag and hand him a pen.

"Thanks..." it's quiet for a moment as you listen to the teacher, then, "I'm Eddie by the way."

He tries to lean forward enough to see your face when you don't answer, but is stopped when the teacher snaps at him to pay attention. He doesn't say anything else the rest of the class, but you can feel his gaze glued on you.

▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎

You find the empty end of a table and sit down with your tray. You would usually eat outside on the bleachers, but of course it's raining today.

You're poking at your Monday Mystery Meat when a metal lunchbox clangs on the table in front of you, making you jump.

"Sorry, you mind?"

You look up at Eddie with wide eyes for a moment before shaking your head.

"Thanks."

He sits across from you and you keep your head down, focus entirely on the barely digestible food on your tray.

"Oh! Uh, thanks for the pen earlier," He goes on, "You mind if I hang onto it for a bit? I should have my own tomorrow."

"Whatever," you shrug. You're not looking at him so you don't see the big smile spreading across his face.

"So you can talk," You can hear it though.

See the full post

358 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#2

I need to know if the youngens know this or not

375 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Emma Swan marries her son's grandfather's ex-wife's former boyfriend who was tormented by her son's great grandfather whose ex-wife kidnapped her youngest grandson who was a few hundred years younger than his dead brother who was tricked into dying by Regina's older sister that their mother gave up because she was tricked by a man who got her pregnant and Snow's mother told Snow's father who was engaged to Regina's mother that she was stealing which she was only doing because the man that tricked her was blackmailing her then she told the royals she could spin straw into gold but that was a lie so she got help from her grandson's grandfather who she learned magic from and put his name in a spell book with which her daughter then uses to call upon him to kill Snow white who told a secret that got her true love killed a man who was reanimated by Dr. Frankenstein and attacks her son who is also Emma's son.

385 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

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[erinwantstowrite]

DONT HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS IT'S BRILLIANT!!

i can NOT remember the name of the fic so if someone does PLEASE help me with that- but there was a fic i read that I couldn't stop laughing at with this sort of premise. They befriended Tim as a civilian, as regular Tim Drake, and then got close enough that they tried to reveal their identities in increasingly hilarious and obvious ways, only for Tim to play dumb/manipulate his way out of it. Cause he doesn't want to admit that he already knows. It was sooo funny and I've always wanted to write a fic inspired by it but i lost the tab and forgot the name,,,

But!!! pair that with the previous reblog AND this concept of Tim helping them hide their identities and you get GOLD.

Like, Tim Drake created a distraction so they can get out of galas and such to go fight the Bad Guy, but they don't know he did it on purpose. Or the vigilante finally proves their existence by getting them out of a sticky situation, and what is that, you may ask? One of the Bats nearly gets their identity outed, but the secret vigilante sends them a fully formed alibi to the night they were 'exposed.' They have no idea how they managed to fake VIDEO FOOTAGE of them at a completely different place at the same time.

Maybe that's the first time he contacts them in any direct way. Maybe it happens again. But they do start picking up on a bunch of different instances where someone had their back, somehow, someway, that is never seen. But always felt, always heard.

And isn't their a headcanon about Tim being an omen? The goons of Gotham who managed to see this little ghost kid with a camera and learned that it means a Bat is nearby, but it's always too late for them if they do see him... if you want to add that, then maybe have the Bats connect that silly omen rumor from a few years ago to this mysterious vigilante now...

and you get a superstition, or some of the Bats wondering if they have a gaurdian angel on their side...

Or, that Gotham is what is protecting them.

But it's really Tim, a nerd and fanboy.

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[the-francakes]

Welcome to tumblr now what...

Hi, I wrote this up for my cousin because she’s never used any platform, but since a lot of twitter users are coming to tumblr, I thought I would share as someone that has been here... way too long. This blog might only be a year old, but i lived through tumblarity. both times. ugh. 

cause i will use this interchangeably and forget to clarify, tumblr dash (short for dashboard) is more or less the same as twitter feed. 

likes - these are a thumbs up. A nice little ‘hey this post is cool!’ or ‘i agree with this post.’ users can elect in settings to have their likes visibly on their page, meaning when you go to their actual tumblr, theres a link to liked posts. however, i have always disabled this in the same vein that none of you will ever see my ao3 history. if you get a like, you’ll get notified, but that’s all it really does in the grand scheme of things. 

reblogs - if theres a post you want to share, reblog it.  reblogging it puts it on the dash (feed) of anyone that follows you. tumblr does have a setting to see popular posts, ‘in your orbit,’ or ‘for you’ as in things it thinks you may like.  it has a setting for recommended posts into your feed. i, and mostly everyone i know, disable these features and rely solely on their dash.  so assume if you’re reblogging this post, you’re sharing it to make sure the people that follow you also see it. if no one reblogs this post, then only the 150 people that follow me will see it and it will die. which is totally cool. im rambling all over this shit and forgot what capital letters are. its probably half wrong anyways. 

some people will say always reblog instead of like. i think its give or take. it depends on what you like, what you want to share, you’re weird taste in shit you want people to know about and not know. if you reblog, you will make sure more people see something wonderful and its a really lovely and free way to help writers, artists, etc. spread their art.

commenting on a reblog - its not necessary.  I probably do it once in a blue moon these days.  adding a comment in your reblog is like jumping into the conversation. usually i reserve this for things that are important and want others to build on as well. or continue the shitpost cause i like to think im funny sometimes. if its something like my bullshit commentary that really does not apply to anything in the post or i dont want spread on everyone’s dash as they go on to reblog it, i write it in the tags. for example, please reblog this and add anything i missed that helps you navigate tumblr. write in the tag if you think its bullshit and i should delete. 

replies - replies were made because when they didn’t exist, people would have ‘dash conversations’ by reblogging one post over and over and over and over again.  it would be a post of 50+ posts of two people having a conversation and about things like is it red or blood orange.  this was especially awful in rp when sometimes posts would only be a few sentences asking ‘hey whats up how are you.’ so use a reply if you want to tell the original poster something, but youre not adding onto the post.  a good reply to this post would be a ‘thanks for posting this’ but a good reblog with a comment would be ‘i agree, but also you forgot this important bit!’ 

something different than twitter (i think???) - your replies do not just show up on someone’s dash. they have to click the little word bubble on the post to read them. 

tagging - tagging someone with an @ will give them a notification that you mentioned them in your post.  you can also tag in replies.  you don’t need to tag the original poster in a reply because they will get a notif that says ‘___ replied to your post.’ my brain is fuzzy here, but i believe if you put a reply on a post that is a reblog, both the current poster/reblogger and the original poster will get notifs. i only say this cause some people get annoyed by too much tagging, but as someone that doesnt give a shit, just always tag me. tumblr eats shit or doesnt work sometimes, so just blow up my notifs. 

asks/submit - some people enable you to ask or submit posts.  when they answer the ask or approve the submission, it will end up as a post on their dash.  if the ask is not anon, they can also reply privately. a lot of people do not allow anons these days because while tumblr is one of the better social medias ive encountered, there are still some assholes that like to send hate anons. and i will say this for the people skimming this - ASKS GET EATEN. aka they disappear from asks boxes or don’t even show up. if someone says they didn’t get it, there’s probably like an 80% chance they are not lying. there’s a 20% chance they are and don’t want to answer it but like that’s their choice too. 

messaging - for the new kids, this is DMing. for the cool kids in back, this feature was enabled cause aol took aim away from us. this caused a huge panic of how do we privately talk to our friends since while replies are okay for convos, anyone can see them and tbh can get cumbersome for longer communication.  i use this feature a lot to send my friends posts that i need to make sure they see.  maybe its not my sort of content id reblog, but i know for a sure thing they will love it, so im passing it along for them to reblog, laugh at, tell me im an asshole cause its a meme making fun of them, etc. 

ask games - sometimes people reblog posts that say SEND ME A NUMBER and theres a list of numbered questions.  as i grew up here in roleplay, i was taught it was good tumblr etiquette to always send numbers to the person you reblogged from. I was also taught just to send numbers if you see them cause you’re cultivating friendships here and maybe you don’t know the person, but TRUST ME, they will love and appreciate you took the time to get to know them just a little. its not hard to send 1-5 and then fuck off but it will give them something fun to do and maybe make their entire day so.. send the numbers. 

WHAT YOU SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO: who interacts with your posts a lot. do you see the same username liking your things? does the person reply a lot. FOLLOW THEM! reply to their posts! fangirl from afar and send a shy ask saying hi i love you. propose on the dash.  answer their questions. become FRIENDS. we’re all the weird kids here so don’t worry, we love you already. 

WHAT NOT TO DO: NEVER STEAL POSTS OR CONTENT. this means, you see a pretty piece of art- reblog it. do not right click, copy link to image, and make your own post.  love a passage someone wrote? see a HILARIOUS joke? do not copy and paste it into your own post.  If you feel in someway you NEED to do this, contact the original poster, ask permission and how they want to be credited.  you might have to link to their tumblr, you might have to link to their tumblr, ig, ao3, website, mom’s best friends snapchat, whatever... you listen to how they want to be credited and respect it. and if they say no? go reblog it and sit down. this is the same how you would never copy and paste someone’s tweet and say it as your own. or would you???? is that a thing??? maybe i shouldn’t be helping you come here... 

ALSO, JUST LIKE AO3, NOTES MEAN NOTHING. a lot of notes does not mean its a great post. Something can have 500 notes and its two friends shitposting ‘hi’ back and forth in the replies 250 times each.  and yes, this has happened before and will happen again because this is a hellscape. 

crabs/april fools/tumblarity/fonts and colors/xkit - you know how in YOU they have those like seven totems of living in LA? same concept except when you understand it all, you’re cursed to live here forever. you’re welcome. 

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please expand, add to this, tell me im wrong, tell me to get off tiktok cause i need to stop yelling at children to let me love my favorite ships idc what canon says.  

the good news is, if you think you’re doing it wrong, then youre using tumblr right.  people might say don’t use it like a diary, but you bet ill write a long ass post venting about my depression and/or that my sock has a hole in the toe.  people say posts have to have content and length... brevity is the soul of wit or whatever and i love a good shitpost and i will reblog a post that is legit ‘wish i could pet a dog today.’ 

[watermelonlovershigh]

What It's Like to Kiss Harry /concept/

AN: my nsfw dictionary is taking so long because i have over 300 words in it and i feel so bad so i came up with this little blurb. its not much but its something.

This story contains: kissing/making-out, no dialogue

{ any!harry - any Harry era }

word count: 310

What it feels like to kiss Harry.

Kissing Harry is a magical feeling. As soon as his lips touch yours, its like an out-of-body experience that occurs and one can only describe it as heavenly. Like you two are the only people in the world in the moment and time stops temporarily.

Harry's lips are the perfect shape to mold with yours and are as soft as ever. He's an expert at moving his lips with yours in a way to make you feel dizzy. Sometimes even getting a moan or two to slip past your parted lips.

His breath always smells fresh and his tongue is always free of white bacteria from having brushed it so you never fear tongue sucking. You actually really enjoy when your kiss gets heated and tongue sucking comes into play.

You'll feel Harry dip his tongue into your mouth and you'll gently pull it between your lips causing him to let out a moan himself. Then he'll do the same to your tongue when you poke it inside his mouth.

Harry will capture your withering tongue between his rosy lips and give it subtle sucks, causing your breath to catch and your lungs to freeze for a moment.

His mouth is always so warm and soft. Harry is careful to not bang your teeth together as your faces are pressed to each others. His tongue is never shoved down your throat aggressively. He's gentle with his mouth as it's connected to yours.

Sometimes you'll have to break the kiss by pulling back from Harry's mouth a bit and catch your breath. Often leading to you breathing into his opened mouth as it's still centimeters away from your face. He doesn't mind though.

Then once your mouths mold together again, the world stops like it had before and you continue the cycle of getting lost in one another's touch, both on an euphoria high.

🎇(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITTING IS NOT EASY AND ITS FREE SO JUST DO IT)🎇

tag list: @one-sweet-gubler // @harryscherrysugar // @evanjh // @harryhoney-bee // @beachwood-cafe // @lollypopsx // @harrycanyonmoonn // @elenagilbert01 // @bohogothic // @damnasstyles // @mrsstylesthings // @peaceandloverry // @softmullet // @harryssweatcreaturee

let me know if you'd like to be added on my tag list in my next post by telling me HERE (let me know if i forgot to add you)

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[bookuya]

just some fun of me talking and appreciating my mutuals & followers! ❤️

lemme know if you want me to take your tag out of this post, every tagged mutual only pops up once! (also lmk if i forgot to add you in cause bb you deserve to be appreciated and im so sorry if i forgot cause im on mobile and literally can't tell 😭)

my moots that seem like they don't sleep at all: @childeluv, @sweetstrawberrybabe, & @abyssheart — like y'all reply, reblog, and/or like my posts so fast?! ily and tysm for the support BUT BABES DO YOU SLEEP? if so let me give you a goodnight kiss ❤️

moots that are hella funny (all my moots are but i can't tag everyone multiple times so it's fair 😭): @noirkkat, @starglitterz, @glazelilyy & @aphrodytem — yall posts and interactions w/ me make my day so much better <3 PLEASE ILY ALL HOLY COW AAAAAAAAAA MWAH

moots that are so sweet (again, ALL OF THEM ARE!!): @love-impact, @shiningbarbara, @yanbub, @dilucbar, @auvrelia, @xmellows — PLEASE LET ME HUG YOU THROUGH THE SCREEN 😭 yall are so sweet oh my gods!! *throws hershey kisses at all of you*

moots i haven't interacted with much but you. you are so amazing: @bukojuiice, @kaeyalber1ch, @inazummi, @stellumi, @xiaozuha, @cursedxiao, @ethalipyrou, @kachuuha, @cynochilde2, @mydearfantasy, @teyvatdreams, @booksandhoneymilktea, @erintarous, @constellarations, @miyascrush, @xiaophobic, @blisschi, @aboutkiyoomi & @help-wtf-am-i-even-doing — OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DONT INTERACT W YALL MUCH 😭 ill try to interact more in the future but just letting you know i appreciate all of you!! ❤️

to my followers, people who like, and/or reblog my posts: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i probably wouldn't be here today without all of y'all so just saying ILYSM & if you ever have a bad day just message me and i'll listen! don't be afraid to send in an ask!!

[art-from-the-juice-box]

i forgot to tag the actual relevant art tags im so fucking stupid i need to go to bed

getting my computer out to copy paste my tag bullshit in reblogs so i can actually tag it properly 😅 (original tags under the cut) (warning for long and rambley and probably incomprehensible idk)

#hopefully it’s okay to tag you 😬👍#but idk i finally had the brainpower to start it and was like holy shit#start and finish#idk one of the things about qsmp when it was still going on and i was still paying attention that made me so :(((( was how little support#that q!slime had#like he kinda sorta had philza in a wow you should prolly not do that m8 but i’m not gonna stop you kinda way#(if i remember correctly(and only from charlie’s streams pov so could be different in memory and in phil’s pov))#and then he had quackity as a support system like not a great one but i’d say they were friends#and then quackity got kidnapped lmao#and then he had q!wilbur for a week#who super didn’t like gegg but DID like charlie and that’s something#so he had like two (2) people (until baghera and him clicked)#like idk i feel like mf needed so much help and he never got it (fair) (he also didn’t log in much and is jokey guy lmao so)#but like idk i remember really liking his interactions w etoiles cause etoiles is so fucking cool ??? holy shit ???? i miss seeing people#liveblogging him on the dash#and i really loved their dynamic but idk i guess i don’t ship people a lot unless they’re big ships im not used to rare pairs#but holy fuck the dynamic i love them#and please god help that slimey freak nobody else is going to do it and you’re stubborn enough to do it yourself#NEED to draw more qsmp members i didn’t realize how few id drawn till my other dump of drawings#like i’ve drawn bolas#+ bbh fit pac tubbo(and fred) quackity multiple times qwilbur forever has exactly one (1) tiny doodle#maxo i have one doodle but its the back of his head lmao#i keep trying to list bolas members again forgetting that i blanket covered them all w saying bolas#for eggs i’ve drawn dapper as an egg#chayanne and tallulah as humanized/dragon hybrid deal and then that’s it#i got fixated on genloss after that and got distracted#and then for purgatory the eggs weren’t around so i wasn’t doodling them then either#OH IVE DRAWN FLIPPA AND TÍLIN#like to the point where my phone knew to add the accent i guess#NOOOOO IM OUT OF TAGS PLEASE I DONT TALK TO ANYONE THIS IS ALL I HAVE NOOOOOOOMY TAGS MY TAGS

ANYWAY HERES STARCICLE

it’s not really explicitly shippy but that’s what i was thinking about while i did it lmao so the energy is there

the flat color one i might do more w later idk

but i had a starcicle fic* by @mad-c1oud bookmarked since before the server imploded cause i saw a mutual recommend it and i finally sat down and read it like a week ago and omfg i miss qsmp and id never drawn etoiles before (haven’t drawn many members tbh) and i had to rectify that immediately

*link below the cut :) ⬇️

>:]

[searchingforbucky]

Hey love! Basically all of my favorite authors are on hiatus (ToT) and I've read every story in your fic recs so I was wondering if you could make like a list of some of your favorite authors because I am desperate.. Thank you so much ily❤❤❤

Hello! A lot of the authors in my fic Recs are my favorites, haha, but I can definitely list them! So this isn’t really in any order, just the order that I followed them in when I made the account lol 💓 I’m also gonna add my favorite story of theirs too!! :)

@wkemeup Kas is a legend, every story if hers I could argue as a favorite but I am loyal to “Lavender”

@hootyhoobuckaroo I loooove “Biting Cold”

@avengerofyourheart “Leave this Town” is a classic!

@buckyywiththegoodhair I love “Catch Me”

@redgillan “Rotten Judgment” is an absolute fav

@jurassicbarnes “Ride With Me” is fantastic

@sgtjbuccky “Run To Me” is a killer fic

@bitsandbobsandstuff “Safe With Me” is a wonderful story

@moonbeambucky this is hard but I think I’ll say “The Guardian” because I just started rereading that one!

@softlybarnes I love “Sugar”! But also “Daffodils” is a good one

@jaamesbbarnes I LOVE “Fly Me To The Moon” so soft

@kentuckybarnes I gotta show love to “Step With Me”

@revengingbarnes my heart belongs to “Fight For You”

@delicatelyherdreams have y’all read Pragmatic yet? Cause you should

@star-spangled-man-with-a-plan it’s on hiatus but I love “Brooklyn Fire”

@invisibleanonymousmonsters “Howlin For You” was one of the first stories I’ve ever read for Bucky and I still love it!

@nacho-bucky “Seven Thirty” is a work of art, it’s also her year anniversary on here! Congrats Cait!

@notimetoblog I don’t know if it was the first, but “Anytime” was the first story I remember reading so it holds a special place in my heart.

@samingtonwilson I love the “Little Boy Blue” oneshots :)

@justsomebucky “The Friendly Wager” is awesome!

@suz-123 “His Prize” is fantastic!

@teamcap4bucky “Marry Me at the Bottom of the Sea” is so cute

@promarvelfangirl “Rebel” is wonderful

@beccaanne814 I absolutely love “In the Heart of the Storm”

@afewmarvelousthoughts “Fated” is such a good fic

@beckzorz I love “Chips and Crack and Jacket”

@softhairbarnes “Venus and Mars” is fantastic

@cametobuyplums I absolutely love “Artistic License” the first sugar daddy Bucky story I read!

@brooklyn-boy “Uptown Girl” is a wonderful story!

@sunmoonandbucky “My Sweet Girl” will always hands down be an all time favorite

@all1e23 I’m gonna show love to “Heart & Soul” I started reading it again and I forgot how much I loved it

@buckthegrump “Creatures of the Forest” is amazing

Okay I don’t want it to knock me for tagging too many people so I’m gonna break this up into two parts! :) 💓 I’ll reblog this post with the rest

[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze Ch. 3: Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

I forgot the word count and taglist this morning. I was so excited about the election! Here it is!

Word count: 5.2K

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Slow burn, Allusions to Drug Use, Co-dependency, NSFW, Allusions to Dom!Daveed, Hamilfam, Plot. 18+

Summary: Linden Marshall is a 3rd year law student at Columbia. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life-partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They’ve been together for years, and they know everything about each other including her trauma and his addictions. She’s beginning to think the love is gone. Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide. *Loosely edited.

***If you want to be tagged send an ask and I will add you.***

**Ask me anything and I will respond. I will also try my hand at requests.**

A/N:  This week has been rough, with the election and all. I was saving this until the results were called. It’s a celebration bitches! 🥳 Thanks for reading my work and for giving me an outlet!

*Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, and reblogging!*

Previous Chapter

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45 minutes later, January 2023

The launch party was in full swing.  Daveed had shaken off his funk and was challenging Bill to help them with the show, and a hot debate ensued. Bill wasn't trying to hear it, citing his integrity. 

Mrs. Martinez was listening, perched on a barstool sipping a drink through a straw, her head on a swivel going back and forth between the two men. Her husband, Anthony, who introduced himself as Ant, danced with Ariana in the middle of the room. 

Iglleheart’s laugh could be heard all around the venue. Of course he was talking with Sully. Lin caused a ripple in the crowd as he circulated, beard long and full of grey for his latest production. Utkarsh and Naomi were touring the room. Such a beautiful couple. 

You took everything in as if you were a 13 year old fan. You’d been around famous people, Mark and his fuckboi friends, all the time, but the talent in this room was overwhelming. And they all seemed so genuinely dope. You almost died when you accidentally bumped into Les. Luckily, law school prepared you to be poised at all times and he accepted your apology gracefully. 

Mark led you over to the bar, where Rafa and Malcom were lining up shots. 

“Heyyyy! Mark, I was just telling D that I was glad you made it in.”  Rafa gave Mark a nod and looked at you appraisingly.  

“Who do we have here?”  He was cute or whateva with his raised eyebrow. 

“Rafa, I want to introduce you to my Love. Linden Marshall, Rafael Casal.”  

“Elbow bump!”  You rubbed elbows with Rafa, laughing with him. 

“But if we’re going to be that formal Mark, you didn’t include middle names. Santiago, m’lady.”  

Rafa clicked his heels and bowed deeply, making you laugh again.  

“Marie, sir.” You curtsied, smiling prettily at him.

“This is Malcom K. Diggs.” Rafa introduced you to Daveed’s brother.

“‘Sup,” saluted Malcom, eyeing you appreciatively.  He and Daveed were definitely related.

“What does the ‘K’ stand for?”  You tried to ignore Mark as he shifted from foot to foot. 

“Not telling.” He quipped.

“I don’t think Daveed even knows. ‘Tis one of the great mysteries of our time.”  Rafa shook his head.

“Now that all formalities are dispensed with. This is how we do in the Bay Boys family. Family names.  I’m Rafa, this is Malc, you’re….”

“Lindy,” you were quick to pick it up, “And this is...Mark?” Everyone laughed.

Rafa elbowed Mark in the side and mock-whispered, “She's adorable, and funny.  Where did you find her?” 

Rafa’s natural wingman tendencies kicked in. Although he knew you and Mark were together, he also knew his bro was interested, so he was assessing the situation.

Mark looked at you, grateful that you gave him a talking point with Rafa.  “At University, Actually.  NYU. Years ago.  We’ve been through a lot together.  Thick and thin.” 

You fought the urge to wince, but instead just smiled and nodded. 

“Oh, so you’re eventually gonna tie the knot?”  Rafa was pushing.

Mark chuckled, having been asked the question a lot.

“I wish I could pin her down, but Lindy is a… free spirit.”

Linden glared at Mark a little bit, then turned to Rafa and smiled.

“That’s not always the end goal, Rafa. A piece of paper does not signify the amount of love, and respect.” You stopped and gave Mark a side eye without realizing it. “That two people have for each other.”

Rafa looked at you for a few seconds. “You speak no greater truth.” Then he turned back to Mark.

“Well, seems like you are one lucky fellow to have bagged this beautiful, intrepid soul.  Watch out before someone snatches her up.”

Mark laughed.  “Oh, she threatens, but she never actually goes anywhere. At least not for long. Isn’t that right, Love?”

You smiled tightly at Mark.  Cussing him the fuck out was not what was up. Rafa read the situation like a book.  Malcolm tapped him and he looked toward the stage where the cast was gathering.

“C’mon, Mark.  Let’s earn our keep for tonight.”

“Excuse us Lindy.” Rafa winked at you and smiled.

You gave Rafael a genuine smile. You liked him immediately.  He was cool people. You nodded as they joined the crew, not really caring if Mark came back.

You saw Rafa join Daveed at the front and then you saw him look over at you.  A chill went down your spine. You shook it off.

Rafa came up and leaned into Daveed. “Remind me to tell you what I found out about that Mark/Lindy situation.”  

Daveed was more interested than he wanted to be. His eyes immediately found you in the crowd and gave Rafa a little nod.  Then he refocused. 

LMM was up to introduce the team. He stepped up the the mic.

“So, many years ago now, Daveed and I were hanging, just spitting raps with some people in between gigs. Guys like C Jack, UTK, and Igleheart, to name a few. He found out about this crazy idea I had, and said it was the dumbest shit he’d ever heard.” 

The crowd laughed, although most had heard the story many times. 

“But, what Diggs also said that he was down for whatever with me. He and his best bro Rafa were along for the ride of a lifetime and they both have changed my life for good.” Lin was emotional, his eyes shining. 

I am so honored to be here for the beginning of their Broadway journey and continuation of years of collaboration.”  There were cheers and applause.

Lin held up a note.

“I have a note here, from President Harris.” More cheers.  Daveed hid his smile in his hands and Rafael put his hand over his heart.

It reads:

“Daveed and Rafa, please save me and the First Gentleman a seat on opening night.  Best wishes for a successful show. Love, a Bay Girl.”

Lin handed the note to Rafa and gave both of them big hugs.

There was yelling and screaming for a solid minute.  Linden looked at Daveed’s face, and he was smiling wide and brilliant.  It was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. He took the mic.

“Thank you Lin. Well, we can’t follow that.  Wow.  All I really wanna say is I’m so glad that all of our friends and family are here to celebrate the beginning of this journey.  And our new family.” Daveed motioned to the cast. “This has been a dream for us ever since we were just two Bay Boys dreamin in The Town. Rafa, watcha got?” 

He handed the mic to Rafa, who stepped up and shook his head. “So yeah, thanks Lin, you are such an inspiration. To our squad, You got us for life.  Just like Diggs is stuck with me, all of you are stuck with us. Thank you for sharing this moment with us tonight.”  Rafael gave the crowd an applause.

“I would like to introduce our Bay Boys crew. Of course we have Daveed Diggs as Collin, Myself, Rafael Casal, as Miles, our beautiful queen, Jasmine Cephas Jones Martinez, reprising her role as Ashley, introducing young Jabari Asher as Sean, Laura Mitchum as Val, Mark Monaco as Chet…” 

There was applause as Rafael introduced the cast.  “This is going to be an incredible journey, but as we have a thing we say before every performance,” Rafa made a motion with his hand and the entire cast, as well as some in the audience, said in unison,” Energy UP, Expectations DOWN.”  Big cheers.

An audio track started and Daveed stepped to the mic.  “Now get loose and...Get your ass down to the floor.”  

The crowd roared and almost everyone started dancing, including the cast.  Mark waved at you to come to the stage and pulled you up to dance. The beat of the song was hypnotic and you were into it. You didn’t think about the talk you were going to have with Mark later.  At this moment, you were glad to be along for this ride. 

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The night was a fun whirlwind.  After drinking, dancing, and talking to all kinds of folks, you were finally formally introduced to Daveed.  Mark made a point to find him, as he always seemed to be moving away from you two.

“Daveed! Daveed!” He turned as Mark called his name.  Shit!  He was trying to avoid this, but he was caught.  He pulled a smile for you.

“I’d like to introduce you to my girl that I was telling you about earlier.  Linden Marshall.”

When you heard that Mark and Daveed had talked about you tonight, you tilted your head questioningly at Daveed. 

“Very pleased to finally meet you, Linden.” 

Daveed gave you a smile that was devastating but did not move from his spot.

You extended your hand toward him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Diggs. Sir.” You couldn’t help but smile at him.

Daveed wanted to hear you call him ’Sir,’ again, in a different context. Perhaps when he was behind you, grasping your tied hands behind your back as you asked for permission to cum. Hot damn.

He quirked his eyebrow at you as you offered him your hand and replayed what Rafa told him earlier about your distaste for Mark. Was your relationship real? Could you really be in love with this joker? Surely, the connection he felt with you earlier wasn’t one sided.

When you looked at him, Daveed seemed shocked, or something else, but just for a moment, as he reached for you and held your hand in his, stroking your knuckles subtly with his thumb. A shiver ran up your spine.

Daveed summoned the appropriate character for the moment. His eyes connected with yours, as he used his French courtier’s bow to kiss your hand while holding your gaze.

 “Enchanté, Mademoiselle.”

It was Mark who giggled, but you both ignored him.  

A jolt went from Daveed’s lips on the back of your hand to your back, which had that vague ache. You didn’t know what could help it. Daveed’s eyes held a clue as he straightened up, still holding your hand.

“Always nice to meet a new friend.” He was sucked into your brown eyes, trying not to drown. He cleared his throat.

“Oh, I have a feeling you’re got to learn a lot about Lindy, Daveed. She’s a scene.”

“A scene, Hunh?” Daveed’s smile was lethal. “That, I’d love to learn.” 

You blushed and tugged your hand back reluctantly. You had visions of  Daveed’s lips traveling to other places in your body. Mark was oblivious.

A stranger approached. “Hello Mr. Monaco, Dean Kinderhouse, for Rolling Stone. I wonder if we could get a quote?”

“Sure, of course.” And Mark just left Linden standing there with Daveed.

You were flustered, looking back up into Daveed’s eyes and getting lost there. The height difference made you dizzy. He was a good four inches taller than you, and you had heels on. Your mouth opened to say something when all of a sudden, you fell into Daveed’s arms.

"Oh, my bad!  Sorry!" Rafa grinned at you both as he went by. You could have sworn you’d seen him give D a wink.

Daveed held you close to him for a minute, looking down at you.  You could feel the hardness of his body while looking at the softness of his eyes.

Daveed reluctantly released you. You laughed awkwardly and stood up.

"Look, I'm sorry. For earlier. I should have told you....” You just hoped that Daveed would understand.

He smiled at you. Then he dropped the smile and stared.  His lips were so sexy, you were looking at them as he replied.

"No worries, Lindy. I get it." You really liked how your name sounded from his mouth. Oh god, his mouth...

Daveed caught you looking, but only smiled and looked away around the room. He needed to decide which way to play this. He hadn’t been challenged like this in quite a while.

Diggs shook his head imperceptibly at Mark conversing animatedly with the reporter. His dumb ass left you with him. He could be dangerous. Daveed turned back to you. The buzz in him helped him made a decision.

“If Mark hadn't arrived when he did, who knows what you and I might be saying… or doing together right now?” 

Daveed turned it on full force, inching a little closer, deepening his voice, but lowering the volume so that you would need to lean in. He paused, giving you a split second of choice. You absentmindedly chewed your lip as you stared at his mouth and thought of the possibilities. 

“Yeah.  Think about it.  How hard, how fast, and how intensely we could be… debating right now.”

He saw you shiver, and watched you as you watched his lips as his mouth quirked up into a smile. Daveed fought the urge to ask where you wanted them. He knew the look on your face.

He simply leaned in close again and said, “Breathe.”

Fuck. For another split second, you were willing to risk it all.  You whimpered and released your lip, licked it, and looked up into his eyes again.

Daveed had the urge to throw you over his shoulder and take you to the hotel across the street. If you were his girl, he’d do it in a heartbeat. And then he would explore your body as he dug out any indecision. 

Then he saw the conflict on your face. 

Daveed took a deep breath and a step back. “I’m sorry.”

You were blinking up at him, trying to figure out what was happening.

“I’m crossing the line.  It’s not fair.  To you or to Mark. However I might feel about him.” Or you, he thought. Damn, that was fast.

“You need to figure some things out on your own. About you and Chet over there.” He jerked his head toward Mark. “But I can’t lie, I feel a vibe from you, but I’m not going to push it.”  

He was right. On both points.

“Mark is right, we’ve been together a long time. I love him, but…” You weren’t sure if you were still IN love with him. 

But you didn’t say that part. 

This was too fucking intense a conversation to be having with someone you’d just met.

“So let’s just roll it back and....”

You cocked your head in that way again. You were so damn cute.

“Welcome to the crew homie!” Wide smile, you loved it more and more. You relaxed and laughed as Mark returned with the reporter.

“Hey Love!  Dean is going to get me some.. I mean he’s going to get me a cover story on Rolling Stone!  Isn’t that amazing?” He looked from you to Daveed, expectantly.

“That’s great, Mark.” You tried to sound the supportive girlfriend. But you had a feeling where this was headed.  You knew Mark too well.

“So, I’ll need to go with him to finish up the interview, because it will be quite long. You’ll be okay Love?”

There was silence as both you and Daveed stared at Mark. Daveed knew the scheme, get Mark high so that he would spill all the beans. He could not believe that 1.  Mark was stupid enough to fall for it, or that much of a fiend, and 2. Mark was just going to leave his girl alone to get high, or that he was that much of a fiend.  

In that moment, you were done with Mark.

“That’s the dumbest shit I ever heard, Mark.” You were over his shenanigans.

Mark lit up. “Capital!  Daveed thought Lin’s idea was stupid too, and look how that turned out.”

Daveed put his hands up. “My name Bennet...”

“Lindy, just stay and have fun, and call the car whenever you want to leave.”

“Mark, don’t expect me to be there when you get back.”

Daveed started backing up, turned and headed to the bar. As much as he wanted to watch this, he did not need to intrude.

Mark looked anxiously towards the door, where the reporter was waiting. He was annoyed.

“What is it now, Love? Why did you make a scene in front of Daveed? I’m sure he thinks you’re the proper bitch.”

Daveed watched from the bar as your head pivoted back on your neck. Aw shit. This was gonna be good. He sipped his whiskey.

“You’re the bitch, Mark. You know what? I take back what I said.”

Mark smiled and moved closer. “That’s my Love.”

“Go. Get high and get got by that reporter. It will give me time to get my things. I’m done with your sorry ASS. I’m tired of being your fucking crutch.”

Although Daveed could not hear what was begging said, the way your neck moved left no doubt.

Mark sneered at you. “Whatever Lindy. You’ll be back. You don’t deserve to be happy and I’m the closest you’ll ever get. See you in a month or two, tops. That’s IF you decide to really leave.”

He turned in his heel and caught up with the reporter.

Daveed was now beside you, obviously worried.  This is NOT what you needed right now.

“Are you okay?”

You quickly swiped a tear away from your cheeks as Daveed’s blood pressure rose. He felt like pounding Mark’s face into the ground and then remembered that he got to do that every night on stage. Maybe Mark wouldn’t get fired first thing in the morning.  

“Do you need me to get…”

“What I need is to be alone right now, please Daveed?” You looked up at him, broken, and a renewed desire to break Mark’s nose arose in him.  Fucking asshole.

“Daveed.  We just established that we are friends.  In this case, I’d love some time alone, maybe a drink or three then I will go get my shit together.”

This side of you was hard, and you were speaking from behind a wall you’d put up. You were harsh, but it didn’t put  Daveed off. It made him want you more.

“Cool, I’ll leave you alone Lindy.  Will you find me if you need anything?  Before you go home?”

“At this point, I just need peace, or a world without men.  Either one would do nicely. So no, I probably won’t come to find you Daveed.  No offense.” You looked over and failed horribly at trying to suck it up.  “Go. You should have fun.  This is your night.”

Daveed just nodded instead of following his urge to take you in his arms. He wanted to make you feel the opposite of the pain you were feeling right now. He backed up a bit, watching you before he turned around to mingle again.

Nothing could stop the fun with his crew , but he was also sure to count how many drinks you were having out of the corner of his eyes, which he kept you in on the low.

After about five drinks, by his count, you walked a bit unsteadily to the door.  It was almost midnight.

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You ordered drunk after drink chasing numb. You knew Daveed was watching you. But you didn’t care. Fucking Daveed Diggs. Should you be fucking Daveed Diggs?

Anyone was better than Mark.  No.  Noone was better than Mark. No. One You needed to be with no one. By yourself. No Fucking. NO Mark. No Daveed. No Diggs.

You needed to get away from his attractivation. You were going to find somewhere else to drink.  You asked the bartender where the good places to drink were in Hell’s Kitchen, and he told you.  There was one a few doors down. Score.

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As he went into the lobby, Daveed paused to look around.  You were nowhere to be found.  He went to the coat check counter and asked the girl there about you.

“Hi.  Did you see a girl with hair up in a bun in a whatdoyoucallit, mauve turtle neck and white pants come out a minute ago?”

The girl looked up at Daveed and stared.  Her mouth fell open. “You’re Daveed Diggs.”

She smiled at him and literally licked her lips.

Daveed wasn’t in the mood for this at the moment.  But he smiled and responded.

“Yeah, that’s me.  Listen, did you see my friend? She was upset and I just want to be sure she’s okay.”

The clerk smiled some more and giggled.  “Yeah, she went out the front doors and headed down the street to the right.”

Shit, Daveed thought.  Didn’t seem like you were in a Bently.  “Thanks,” he said as he started out of the doors.

“Hey, if you don’t find her, I get off in an hour.”  The girl winked at him.  Daveed just smiled at her and gave her a wave, shaking his head as he went out of the door.

He looked down the street at the rows of bars and saw you go into one down the block.

“I can’t believe I’m chasing this girl,” he mumbled , as he ignored the cold and jogged down the street and into the bar.

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You felt like you were floating down a lazy river at the waterpark, asleep in the sun. You groaned and opened your eyes to see New York City going past the window of the backseat of the car you were in.

"You know you got a filthy mouth?" You’d cussed like a sailor as he pulled you out of the bar.

The owner of the sexy ass voice that uttered that did not seem upset. You looked over at Daveed and stuck your tongue out, then closed your eyes. Then you opened them again to do a double take.

Oh, yeah. Daveed found you drinking again in the bar and had to chase you down the block some more as he settled the tab when you ran away. That was fun.

"Well, Mr. Daveed Diggs, Sir. That's because I'm fucking lit, Sir. Do you fucking mind, Sir?"

Daveed looked over again and smiled a beautiful smile at you.  You had to catch your breath.

"Nah, fucking love that mouth." He thought you couldn't hear him, but at the moment you had superhuman hearing. You were better than Mr. Invincible himself.  The prick.

He was mad turned on at all the ‘Sirs’ but he knew you were wasted. He would teach you what that word meant when you were fully functioning.

You frowned. Daveed realized that you heard him.

Daveed chucked, low and sexy. “Didn’t mean to say that so loud.”

You laughed. "You wanna see what this mouth can do?"

Diggs gave you a sideye. "Not tonight."

You got mad for no reason. "Fuck you! I'm not down to get down on my knees for you Mr. Diggs." You crossed your arms. "I was just about to make that point."

Daveed chuckled. "Ok." Another side eye.

“Although it’s interesting that you were about to make that point when no one was discussing you getting in your knees for me. Were they?”

Daveed eyebrows were raised.

“I-I thought you said that.” You we’re trying to play it off, the sudden adrenaline clearing your head a little.

He chuckled again. “Nah. Linden, if I wanted you on your knees for me, there’d be no mistaking. I’d just say, ‘Get on your knees. Now.’” 

Holy shit. The command was a deep, sexy, growl and in your current state, you could not prevent yourself from obeying. You were on your knees in the back of the SUV. 

 Daveed’s eyes got wide. So obedient for him. His cock was pleased.

“Linden...” it was a warning, but fuck you were perfect looking up at him from that position.

“Driver roll up the partition, please.” You smiled at Daveed.

“Linden...what are you doing?” The control Daveed thought he’d had in this situation was leaving fast.

You felt powerful as you saw the look on his face, and more so when you looked down. There was a thick, long rod in Daveed Diggs’ pants right now. You needed to lick your lips.

You were still looking at it when you asked. “May I touch, please. Sir?”

You looked up at him with that word on those wet lips and he fought the urge to fuck you five ways to Sunday. He opened his legs more and nudged his hips toward you.

“Yes, you may.” He barely got out the gravely whisper.

You placed your palm on his thigh, where his tip seemed to be, and pressed down. Your eyes rolled back in your head when you felt that it was, in fact, like a steel rod, and you tipped your head back, exposing your neck to Daveed. He wanted to grab it, but he kept his hands fisted at his sides on the seat as the car rolled uptown.

You could feel his cock pulse and you whimpered a little bit. “Damn Daveed. The things I would do.”

Your head came up and you arched your back, drawing Daveed’s eyes to your erect nipples through your shirt. He wanted to pinch them so that he could hear you yelp from the pain, then lift your shirt and lick and kiss the hurt away. But he just licked his own lips.

He couldn’t help the question. “What would you do?” Another whisper.

“Mmmmmm. First I would spit on it. Make sure it’s wet enough. Because we would need to match.”

He caught your meaning and grunted. This girl will be the death of me, he thought. He was tumbling down the slope.

“Then what?”

His tone was deep and dark. It made you shiver.

“I don’t know if I would want to give you a good hand job, or taste you? Maybe both? Yes. Both. Then, we would see how well you fit in my throat.”

Daveed was mesmerized.

“How big is it, Daveed. Will it fit? Can I fit your cock and all your cum in here?”

And then you opened your mouth. Wide, showing him the path past your tonsils.

“Fuuuuuuuck. Lindy.” You were so nasty. He’d need to teach you some manners.

The only thing Daveed could do was to pull you up into his lap and take control of that mouth with his own, before he took his dick out and did it that way.

Your first kiss was filthy. Lips, tongue, and teeth gnashed and Daveed put his tongue down the throat you just showed him. You sucked it, previewing the skills you’d just bragged about. Daveen tore his mouth away and grabbed the bun in your head, pulling your head back, nipping and biting your neck.

Your crotches together were magical, the layers of denim both preventing and causing spontaneous combustion. Just as Daveed decided he was going to fuck you in the back of this car, it rolled to a stop.

“Shit.” Your brain misfired as Daveed stopped moving, holding his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

Daveed held his finger up, trying to regain composure. You looked at it as if you were going to devour it and he quickly put it back down. He leaned back, and observed you in his lap, his eyes glowing under half closed lids.

He could feel movement from your crotch, and the thought of you clenching around nothing seemed like such a waste. Daveed could only imagine you on his lap with no clothes on and suddenly he wanted to try and find your clit.

Instead, he extended his hands toward you, put them on your hips and stopped you from squirming, which you didn’t realize you were doing. Daveed easily lifted you off him and back into your seat. You whimpered. He clenched his fists again, sighed, turned, and got out of the car.  

“Hey!?”

Daveed stood outside in the cold for a minute, cooling down. This could not happen like this. He opened the door for you.

You looked up at him as he extended his hand to you. You started at it, knowing that he’d made a decision about what would happen next, and that it was probably for the best.

"Thank you."

Daveed smiled at you, real and gorgeous as you stepped out of the car. “Look. Text me when you get in.  I want to make sure you made it safely.” 

You looked at him quizzically.

“It’s either you text me or I see you to your door.  And I think you better text me.”

You were sobered now. You nodded and put his number in your phone.

“Thank you? I’m sorry for tonight, Daveed.  Shit. this is fucked up…” You started to cry.

Daveed raised his hand and wiped your tears away with his thumb, touch soft as a feather.

“Don’t cry. C’mere.” He reached for you and pulled you to him, wrapping you up in his arms.  Your head was on his chest. The muscles in his back rippling underneath your hands. He felt so damn good, you wanted to stay there forever.

So you cried a little bit more. You sucked it up and stopped crying after about a minute or so. You pulled back. 

“You’re right to set boundaries. We don’t need to blur the lines again. Despite the lines we crossed, you’ve been a good friend tonight, Daveed. I’m glad I met you tonight.”

“What a night, yeah?” He laughed. “You deserve friendship, Lindy.” Even though he wanted so much more in the moment, Daveed’s goal became to show you what happiness the world could hold.

You couldn’t quite believe that.  Not after what you caused to happen to Dell. So you just nodded.

“Thank you Daveed.”  You started toward your door.  “G’night.”

“Good night, Lindy. Text me.”

“Will do, Daveed.” You gave him a small, wistful smile.

Lindy turned and went in, thinking of what could have been tonight with Daveed, if only there were no Mark to contend with.

Daveed watched her through the doors until she got in the elevator, and waited in the car until she texted, then opened his Notes app as the car rolled back down town.

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