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This is so good

I had to..

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The truth of it 🤣

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Hyped for Hank x Reader fanfics! That old man deserves so much ❤️✨️

I got so manyyyyy in my drafts alreeeeeadyyyyy. <3 i will be finishing and posting them hopefully soon.

X Maria

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"How can you like these very toxic and horrible characters that have done despicable and unforgivable things?" oh it's quite simple actually, this is fiction and I think with my dick.

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Save me from this cycle

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Post-game Connor with longer hair ✨

Slowly improving my art style ~✨

Edit: thank you all for being so kind :)

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nosferatu in a nutshell

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Cooper Howard is definitely a brat tamer sorry i don’t make the rules

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First Kiss - Detroit Becoming Human P1

I'm like 6 years late to the party but that's alright Gavin Reed

The police precinct was nearly silent. The usual hum of phones and distant chatter had faded, and now only the clatter of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper echoed in the otherwise empty room. You glanced at the clock: 11:45 PM.. You had already finished your paperwork, and your bag was packed, but there was something that kept you from leaving.It was him.

Gavin Reed was hunched over his desk, scribbling something on a report, his brow furrowed in concentration. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast shadows across his face, making his usual scowl even sharper. You knew he wasn’t here because he wanted to—no, it was disciplinary work from the higher-ups. The latest round of paperwork, because of some screw-up he’d made.

You’d seen him like this before—rare moments when the tough cop façade cracked and all that was left was the man behind it, dealing with whatever shit he didn’t want to talk about.

"You really dont have to help me, you should pack it" he growled, biting on the end of his pen, staring at the screen before him. You paused for a moment, considering his words. You could tell he was exhausted, but he wouldn’t admit it, not to anyone. Not even to you.

You shrugged, playing it cool, even though you were well aware that he hated anyone seeing him like this, especially you. "I know," you said with a small smile, scooting your chair closer to his desk. "But I want to.'' ''Yeah, well, don’t blame me when you’re stuck here ‘til dawn," he shot back, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes.You knew better than to take him too seriously when he was like this. You simply slid into the chair next to him, grabbing a random stack of papers from the desk, and quietly set to work. The silence between you both stretched on as you worked, the low hum of the precinct your only company. Every now and then, you glanced up, watching Gavin as he focused on his screen. His brows were still furrowed in concentration, the usual tension in his shoulders as he worked through the mountain of paperwork. You couldn’t help but notice the way he chewed on the end of his pen, twisting it in his fingers, back and forth, like he was trying to work out a problem that wasn’t on the page.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you looked at him.

You leaned back in your chair, try to focus on your own pile, the sound of you pen clicking against the table as you absentmindedly fiddled with it. The rhythmic sound seemed to fill the space between you, a constant companion to the otherwise quiet night.

Then, without warning, Gavin turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Stop," he said, his voice rough but low, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

You blinked, pausing mid-click. "What?"

"The pen. Stop playing with it," he grumbled, shooting you a glare. "It’s annoying."

You raised an eyebrow, setting the pen down slowly. "Really? You’re gonna tell me to stop?"He didn’t answer, just gave you a look that made it clear he wasn’t messing around. But you weren’t backing down so easily.

"Well, you’ve been chewing on your pen for the last half an hour," you shot back with a smirk. "So if we’re comparing levels of annoying, you’re definitely winning, Reed."

He rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with your logic. "It’s a habit," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can’t help it."

You leaned back in your chair, resting your arms on the desk. "Oh, I get it," you teased. "So, chewing on your pen is okay, but me clicking my pen is somehow an offense?"

He shot you a look, his lips pressing into a thin line as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. "You’re impossible," he muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, well," you shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. "At least I’m not munching on office supplies."

The corners of Gavin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. You knew he wasn’t really mad—not with you. The banter had a way of making the night feel a little less heavy, a little more bearable.

"You’re lucky I like you," he muttered, turning back to his desk, a barely noticeable smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Otherwise, I’d have tossed you out of here by now."

"Sure," you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You’d let anyone in here just to help you get through the mess you got yourself into. Maybe even Hank."

He rolled his eyes at your jab, and you both knew it wasn’t true. Out of everyone in the precinct, you were the only one who’d actually stick around to help him.

"Fuck you," he grumbled, hiding a smirk as he returned to his paperwork, the pen back between his lips.

You couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto your face. He looked kind of handsome like that, even with the pen in his mouth. You quickly caught yourself and cleared your throat.

"How about some coffee, huh?" you offered, hoping to change the subject.

He didn’t look up from his screen but gave a small nod. "Yeah, that’d be good."

As you stood by the coffee machine, waiting for the drip to finish, exhaustion settled in. It had been a long day, and the silence in the precinct made everything feel even heavier. The steady drip of the coffee felt almost meditative, and for a moment, you closed your eyes, leaning your palms against the counter.

Your mind wandered back to Gavin, as it often did when you were alone with your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if it was obvious that you kind of liked him. And the truth was, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. He was always rough around the edges, sarcastic, and often a little too gruff, but there was a certain patience he showed you, a subtle kindness that made you feel like maybe he cared, even if he didn't say it outright.

In fact, there were moments—like when he'd bring you coffee without you asking, how he'd ask about your weekend and really seemed to listem, or the times his hand would linger on your shoulder as he passed by—that made your heart flutter. You'd caught him staring a few times, but he’d always quickly look away, as if he wasn’t sure what he was feeling either.

You couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he thought about you the way you were thinking of him now. But then, you shook your head slightly, trying to push the thoughts aside. After all, you didn’t even know what this was. You were just two tired cops in the middle of a long night, and maybe it was better to leave it at that.The sound of the coffee machine finishing its work broke your train of thought.

As you turned around to grab the mugs, you nearly jumped. Gavin had somehow silently made his way into the kitchen, standing just a few feet away, looking as if he'd appeared out of nowhere. ''Need something else.'' you asked, moving right by him to grab what you needed.

''Yeah," he said softly, and before you could react, you felt his hand gently wrap around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

You tried not to focus on the way his hand felt against your skin, but the pulse racing through you made it impossible not to. "Thanks for staying," he said, the words hanging between you two in the small kitchen. y

You could feel his fingers slightly tighten around your wrist as if he was nervous about what he’d just said, but you weren’t sure. "I should’ve just said that right away... instead of being an asshole."

You looked at him, a genuine smile tugging at your lips now, the kind that felt different from the usual teasing.

"I know that, Gavin," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "You don't need to say anything."His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but his hand didn’t let go just yet. He blinked, as if unsure of how to respond, then his voice softened.

"No, but sometimes I should," he muttered.

It was then that he seemed to realize his hand was still on your wrist. He quickly let go, a bit too hastily, and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping just for a moment.

"It's... it's good to say it, actually," he added, looking down at his shoes as if trying to avoid eye contact.

You couldn’t help but smike softly at how flustered he looked. Gavin Reed, tough cop, lost in front of you.

You lingered there for a moment, eyes still on him, your eyes now on the hand that had reached out to you. It had felt good, his fingers on your skin. The sound of the coffee machine’s little alarm started to blare again, its sharp beep pulling you back to reality. It was a reminder of the task you had come in for, but something—or rather, someone—had you rooted to the spot.

You weren’t quite ready to move away just yet. You glanced at Gavin, who seemed just as stuck as you,

You heard Gavin take a deep breath, and before you could even process it, he stepped forward. One of his hands reached up, tentative at first, then gently placed itself on your cheek. His fingers were warm, and he lingered there, just enough to check if you were okay with it, as if giving you the space to pull away if you wanted.

For a moment, everything stood still. Your breath hitched as you leaned in slightly, your gaze locked on his. You could feel the subtle shift in his energy, the tension that had built in the few seconds it took him to reach out, and then you heard him breathe out a quiet sigh of relief.

You moved forward, just as he did, closing the distance between you two. Your lips met in the middle, softly at first, a delicate graze that sent a spark of warmth through you both. You felt his breath against your skin. As you deepened the kiss, your hand instinctively moved up to his cheek, your fingers brushing against the roughness of his stubble. His jaw shifted under your touch, a soft rumble of breath escaping him. You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat pick up.

His hand, still resting on your cheek, gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing along the curve of your jaw. His other hand, which had been hovering uncertainly, now reached around to your back.

You responded instinctively, your body pressing against his, feeling the warmth of him seep through your clothes. The softness of the kiss slowly deepened as he tilted his head, his fingers now brushing through your hair.

Pulling back slightly, you both took a breath, your foreheads resting against each other, your breath mingling. Gavin’s eyes were soft, searching yours.

He broke the silence first, his voice low. “Didn’t think we’d be here tonight.”

You smiled softly, your hand still resting on his chest. “Me neither

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Almost finished with this fic. I can do this.

Don’t judge me for making this meme instead of just finishing it.

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Kamski textposts for your veiwing pleasure

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"If it's powerful acquaintances you're after, you have to look no further than yours truly. Few can match me - in either magic or talent."

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Being in a secret relationship with Jamie Tartt

The moment you were hired as the club's psychologist. You weren’t expecting to get tangled up with its flashiest player.

It was hard ignoring each other in the hallway.

You were never that into football, but since your involvement with the club—and especially with Jamie—you found yourself watching every match.

Cheering just a little too loudly when Jamie scored a goal, and feeling your heart race when you saw his eyes scanning the crowd for yours.

Him scheduling extra time with you to catch up.

Sometimes you'd lock the door and make out in your office.

At times, you'd leave cute little notes in his bag. Nothing too obvious—just enough for him to know that you were thinking of him.

Sometimes, when you had a busy day, you’d receive flowers or lunch delivered anonymously.

Quickly being adopted into the team.

Atleast now you could openly talk

Secret glances during teamdinners were the best part

His hands touching your legs underneath the table.

Ted quickly caught on to the little changes in your demeanor—the way there was more pep in your step. He’d give you a knowing smile and a wink, like he understood more than you let on.

“You coming over right? x” texts sent in the parking lot.

You’d leave FC Richmond in separate cars, each of you pretending to head in different directions, but somehow, without fail, you’d end up at Jamie’s house almost every evening.

You sleep in his clothes

You found it hard, nay, you cringed, at Jamie’s time spent on reality TV. It was easier to pretend it didn’t exist.

You called it Jamie's ''dark timeline''

Barely going on formal dates, but always hanging out. You’d drink and watch bad movies on the couch.

At times, Jamie would catch you looking at him, not the screen and he'd give you that cheeky grin of his, like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Most of the time making out on the couch

Usually resulting in sex in the living room

other nights looked like:

Drinking wine in bed

Drinking wine in bath

More sex

Mornings...

Him always trying his harderst too make some sort of edible breakfast.

He is getting better

But finding it cute when he messes up

Ordering in anyway

You making coffee for the both of you

leaving for work in seperate cars again.

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First Kisses - Ted Lasso Characters

Ted Lasso He’s a little nervous, cracking a sweet, silly joke right before it happens to ease the tension. But when his lips finally meet yours, he’s all in, gently cupping your face with one hand while the other rests on your waist. He pulls you in even further and after the kiss is done. You both just stand there for a moment, letting it all sink in. Then, he smiles so wide, you can’t help but laugh because Ted just has that effect on you.

Roy Kent After a couple of beers, and some playful banter like only friends could, Roy finally finds the courage. You’ve been sitting side by side at the bar, the atmosphere casual enough, but there's an undeniable tension building between you two. Roy's been trying to keep his cool, but as the alcohol kicks in, his guard drops. You’re mid-sentence when, without warning, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you toward him, kissing you with the kind of intensity that leaves no room for second thoughts. There’s nothing soft about it—Roy’s all in, he doesn't do nayhting in half-measures. . When he pulls away, he doesn’t say much, just a gruff, “Fuck. About time, eh?”

Jamie Tartt You’re going on and on, talking about how proud you are of him, how he’s grown so much and how he's finally starting to stand up for himself—especially after everything with his dad. You're spilling your heart out, and he’s just standing there, looking at you, taking in your words, slighlty shifting on his feet. And then, out of nowhere, he grabs your face, pulls you close, and kisses you like it’s the only way to shut you up. His lips are firm, but there’s a vulnerability underneath, like he doesn’t quite know how to express all the feelings swirling inside him. When he pulls away, he gives you that signature Jamie Tartt smirk, but his eyes are a little softer than usual. “You talk too much,” he says.

Keeley Jones Keeley’s first kiss with you is playful and spontaneous. She makes you feel like the most attractive person in the world, teasing you until you’re both grinning ear to ear. When she finally leans in, it’s full of sweetness, her lips lingering just long enough to make you crave more. She pulls back with a cheeky wink.

Rebecca Welton She’s the type to make sure the moment is perfect—maybe after a glass of wine and a deep, intimate conversation. As you sit close, she gently cups your face, her fingers soft against your skin. Her lips brush against yours, teasing at first, making sure you're both caught in the anticipation. Slowly, she lets her hands slide to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Then, without hesitation, she presses her lips firmly against yours, a little tighter, a little more intentional, as if she’s letting go of every reservation. Her grip on the back of your head tightens.

Sam Obisanya Sam’s first kiss is like pure sunshine—gentle, warm, and overflowing with care. He’s always respectful, making sure you feel completely comfortable before he even considers leaning in. When you give him a small nod, he takes it as permission, his hand softly cupping your chin. His eyes meet yours, searching, making sure there’s no hesitation, no doubt in your expression. His gaze is full of tenderness, and when you smile and lean in, Sam can’t help himself—he rushes forward, his lips meeting yours. It starts slow and tender, both of you savoring the moment The kiss deepens, still soft, still sweet. As you pull away, his gaze locks with yours again, a beautiful glint in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile, leaning in for another kiss.

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ARMY OF DARKNESS (1992) dir. Sam Raimi

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‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child