#also this prompt was an idea i've been sitting on for a while cause i'm writing (well trying to write) a book rn

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(short continuation to the prompt I wrote, which is linked below. I thought I was done with this, but then @victoria-has-no-secret and @bluerosefox had some ideas to incorporate into it. Screenshots of said ideas are also below but are sprinkled throughout the post too.)

(*) = Me building off of other ideas

TW: mentions of animal death

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After the whole fiasco with the Justice League, Danny gets an idea. Not very many people actually know about Laika, at least from what he could see of the majority of the Justice League who had never learned about her. Although, to be fair, a lot of them come from different planets. Either way, it gives Danny the idea to create a YouTube channel starring Laika to teach the people of Earth about the pup.

The channel immediately garners attention from all around the world, and even winds up on a couple of news stations too! It grows so much that Danny decides to expand further than just Laika, but to the other things that were sent into space in the quest for knowledge: The space rovers as well as many other animals.

Laika even leads Danny to them as he ventures further into space with a specially made camera that can withstand traversing space and the differing atmosphereic conditions of other planets. He manages to find every single one of them, discovering that maybe Laika hadn't been as alone as he'd first thought as he watches and records her playing with the spirits (imprints?) of the rovers, chimps, mice, and many other animals haunting the endless void of the cosmos.

People back on earth are going wild with the knowledge that their hopes, thoughts, and feelings helped to give life to beings that had long been dead/stopped working. They have no idea what to feel about this new information except an amalgamation of pure awe, curiosity, joy, guilt, and sadness. They still mourned the loss of Laika, the rovers, and everyone before and after them, but knowing that their existence wasn't completely lost soothed an ache many didn't know they carried with them when they were there to witness the beginning of such astronomical leaps in technology.

To also know that out of the many stars shooting across the sky, one of them might be Laika happily racing amongst the stars with her friends brought many to tears. At every opportunity, they wished for the sweet pup's happiness and the continuing health of their own furry companions down on Earth with them. They also wished that upon the eventuality that they have to part with their companions that maybe a few of them would join Laika and her friends in stars to keep them company for many years to come.

Although many of these wishes were heard by Desiree, she refused to touch such hopeful and well-meaning wishes for fear of twisting them in unseemly ways, allowing them to form on their own. The other ghosts among Danny's rouges even made a deal with each other to not interfere or attack the town when Danny was recording his videos out in space.

It was beyond bad manners to interfere with another ghost's obsession, after all.

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I'm gonna go cry some more. I've learned more about the progress of space exploration in the past couple hours than I probably should. This is the last thing I'm adding onto this prompt. If any of y'all wanna continue it, be my guest!

Notes:

(*) One more thing to add. Where are the ghost hunters/Guys in White during all of this? If they start making a fuss over Phantom and all the ghost animals, do they get a bunch of civilians raiding their government facilities and causing them bodily harm? What's happening with the Justice League? Are they sitting back and eating popcorn while all this goes down? Who knows. :)

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny accidentally finds the watchtower #danny goes to space to play with laika the space dog #laika became a ghost #as well as all the other animals and machines that were sent to space #she gets lonely sometimes #but likes to visit the others when she can #once the justice league becomes aware of her they invite her into the watchtower to play sometimes #until the watchtower gradually becomes her new home and she helps guard it from intruders #she has playdates with cujo and krypto #what if she had a youtube channel dedicated to her? and the world collectively lose their minds and control of their tear ducts? #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #angst prompt #hurt/comfort prompt #writing prompt #prompt #writer is not okay #sleepy-writes-stuff

[wosoimagines]

Tall Tales - Alyssa Naeher/Reader

part one | part two

prompt: part two to Our Own Litle Book Club where Alyssa helps open up a book store.

warnings: none.

words: 1562

i hope you guys like this cause i'm hoping to get back into writing and maybe even setting a schedule for it to help keep me on track since i'm working two jobs and can get pretty busy these days cause i've really missed writing.

Y/N POV

“So, I have a surprise.”

Alyssa furrowed her brow as I pushed the box across the table toward her. I kept a close eye on her reaction as she opened the box.

Alyssa blinked once. Then twice. And then a third time before she reached into the box.

“Are you asking me to move in?”

I chuckled a little as Alyssa held the key up in between us.

“Not yet,” I shook my head. “I bought the place next door with the money I made from my book. Which reminds me, I really do need to do something for Rose the next time she’s in town since she recommended it to all of your teammates and on her Instagram.”

“Why did you buy the place next door?”

I looked down at the table as I fiddled with the mug that had my latte in it. I had wanted Alyssa’s opinion, but she had been so busy preparing for the World Cup and the last thing I wanted was for her to feel like she had to help me with it.

“I want to open a bookstore. Is it a bad idea?”

Alyssa stayed quiet as she put the key back into the box that was sitting on the table. We had only been together for a couple of months, but her opinion on this meant a lot to me. I held my breath until Alyssa reached across the table to grab ahold of my hand.

“I think it’s a great idea. Do you have a name for it?”

“That’s a work in progress,” I said as I grinned at her. “I was hoping that you’d help me with that. And maybe help me fix it up? I’m not in a rush and Arthur said he’d keep me on the schedule until 11 so that I could work on it in the afternoon until it’s ready to open and then we’ll come up with a plan for my schedule here too.”

“How much work needs to be done?”

“I could show you around when you finish that coffee.”

Alyssa shook her head as she turned back to her coffee that was only half gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I grinned as I stepped back once we had moved the bookshelf into place. Alyssa wiped the sweat off her brow as she joined my side.

“Now we just have to put the books on the shelves.” Alyssa let out a small groan as I waved her off. “I can do it tomorrow with the others.”

“You sure you want the others to put the books up with you?”

I rolled my eyes at that before I tossed the water bottle over to her. Alyssa had met most of the people I had hired but she had insisted that the two of us do the work ourselves to make it our little project.

“You have practice tomorrow and I have the day off from the coffee shop. Besides, it would help if the others know where everything is at so that they can help people find what they’re looking for when we open next week,” I said. I had been training everyone who was hired how to use our system, but it had been easy since a couple of the people coming to work at the bookstore also work at the coffee shop with me. “Besides, you have your national team camp to worry about.”

“I can always tell them that I have personal stuff going on. I want to be here for opening day.”

“Alyssa, you know you can’t do that,” I swatted at her shoulder. We had arguments over the topic that past few days now that I had set the date for my grand opening, and it happened to be while Alyssa was going to be at camp. She’d ultimately be in town as their national team camp was taking place in Chicago, but Alyssa was worried that she wouldn’t be able to stop by for opening day. “I won’t let you put your own career on hold because of me.”

“I want to.”

“And I don’t want you to. What if they refuse to call you up later because you took time away from the team?”

“Let me worry about that.”

“Absolutely not, Alyssa. I’m your partner, it’s part of my job to worry about you. I could never forgive myself if they refused to call you up because you took time for me.”

“So, you can support me as my partner, but I’m not allowed to support you.”

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Alyssa didn’t even have a schedule for her camp days yet so there wasn’t any telling if she would have to miss opening day or not.

“Look, the team is coming for the soft launch. It was supposed to be a surprise in case you’re going to be busy on opening day,” I explained. I had reached out to Becky to help me set up the surprise. “You guys will be the first customers that we have. I wanted to make sure that you could still be a part of the opening, but I won’t let you put your own life on hold for me. And we’ll have the first book club meeting when you get done with camp. Okay?”

Alyssa stayed silent as she nodded her head. I was a little upset that I had to ruin the surprise, but if it helped to quell Alyssa’s nerves about possibly missing the opening day then I guess it wasn’t too bad to ruin the surprise.

“We’ll be the first customers?”

“Pinky promise.”

I held my pinky up so she could lock her own around mine. After all, pinky promises were the most important promises ever.

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I grinned as I rocked on my hills as the girls made their way toward me. I wrapped Alyssa up in a hug when she got close enough. We had been on the phone just this morning, but nothing compared to being able to see her in person.

“You ready to see how it turned out?” I softly asked her.

“You know I am.”

I pulled away from her before turning to unlock the door. I waited for the girls to pile into the store before I turned on the lights. Most of the girls gasped or squealed when they could finally see how the store turned out. I didn’t mind as they started to go about the store.

I did step up next to Alyssa though as I grabbed ahold of her hand. My eyes were drawn to the display that she was looking at. There were quite a few displays about the store. We had mystery book dates scattered throughout the store, along with a banned book display and even one for our employee favorites.

“In the beginning,” Alyssa read out loud. She looked down at me. “Are those the books we’ve recommended to each other?”

“I couldn’t have opened this place without you. I wanted to do something a little extra special for the two of us,” I admitted. I had even gone as far as to make sure that all the books were in order of how we had each recommended them to each other as just another way to tell our own story. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good, because you guys are also working opening day as well.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, you guys are going to come and work opening day. More press for the store and you get to come to opening day.”

Alyssa grinned before she pulled me closer to give me a kiss. I couldn’t help but melt in her arms. I was getting to live my own little story and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Sonny called out, causing Alyssa and I to pull away from each other. Neither of us being comfortable with showing too much PDA around Alyssa’s teammates. “How did you get ‘Tall Tales’ for the name?”

“You don’t have to tell her,” Alyssa said to me, but I was already shaking my head at her.

“Alyssa loves telling me all of the national team tales you guys get up to and she’s tall, so it kind of just worked out perfectly.”

“I knew you loved all the shenanigans that we get up to, Uncle!”

Alyssa groaned at that.

“Is ‘shenanigans’ your word of the day, Sonnett?” Alyssa asked. I immediately brought my hand up to cover my mouth to keep the laughter from spilling out. “I’m so proud of you for being able to use such a big word in a sentence.”

“Don’t be mean,” I said as I pushed Alyssa away from me.

“Let’s be realistic,” Alyssa said. She caught sight of the book in Sonny’s hands. “Are you sure you should let her read your book? She might have trouble with some of the words and subtext and all the hidden meanings in it.”

“Hey!”

“It’s okay, Sonny. You can ask me all the questions about it,” I said to the blonde defender before turning to Alyssa. “And you are getting no more kisses until you can be nice to Sonny.”

Alyssa groaned at that as I moved closer to Sonny to talk to her about some of the themes that she would find in my book.

#alyssa naeher imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher x reader #alyssa naeher imagine

[fastandtheformula1]

Hi, Ro! First of all let me claim this 🐻 emoji can I? since I'm your anon fans haha. But it's true bcs I really adore your writing, they always made my day so thanks!

Sooo, I'd like to request an Ollie oneshot or imagine. I've my own prompt and plot if you're okay with it. Here is mine:

Ollie had been dating Y/N for couple of years but they kept it a secret from everyone. One day Ollie was doing a stream with his fans, he told Y/N about it and she planned to stay in the room so that she wouldn't be in the spotlight while Ollie was streaming. However, Y/N accidentally went to the room where Ollie was streaming bcs she couldn't find her stuff and the fans saw Y/N, then they started asking who Y/N was. Y/N tried to cover up about who she was bcs she worried Ollie would be mad, but Ollie did the opposite.

Ollie invited her to join the stream and did a go public. Y/N was scared bcs she was just a very ordinary british girl, she was just a nerd when most drivers tend to date someone famous, also everything was too sudden, she was afraid that Ollie's fans wouldn't like the idea of their fav driver already had a partner but Ollie comforted her, and they read those messages from the fans admired her beauty even supported their relationship. Maybe there's cute part when both of them answered some of fans questions about them.

Some prompt from me if you wanna use:

"She may look ordinary but I love her a lot, like a looooot. Also, my girl is bloody smart, soon to be my engineer!"

"See? They say you are beautiful! I know right?!"

"I love her bcs she makes the best smoothies in the world."

SORRY BCS IT'S VERY LONG BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHAT'S IN MY HEAD BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU. Thank youuu x

-anon🐻

Ollie Bearman- Why

a/n: first thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🥹🥰 and yes ofc you can take that emoji! okay I LOVE the idea of secretive/protective bf Ollie! not that he doesn’t want to show you off, he 100% does, but he just doesn’t want the press to invade your personal space, etc. also I’m thinking childhoodfriend!reader… hope this is okay!

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you accidentally join ollie's stream causing you guys to go public with your relationship.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,239

not my gif!

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You and Ollie had been keeping your relationship secret for a while. You’d known Ollie your entire life, him being the perfect boy-next-door when you moved to Essex for your dad’s job. It was hard for you to adapt to your new school and environment, so you were always at Ollie’s house. He’d always been friendly and kind, and overall was a great person. 

The few times you were out in public with Ollie after he got into F2, a few people noticed him and asked you to take their picture with him. It never bothered you; you were always happy that people recognized him for his hard work. 

People remembered you as that one girl Ollie hangs out with. They saw glimpses of you, but no one knew that you two were together. You two had been dating for 2 and a half years, and things couldn’t be going better. You’d moved in together a few months ago, and were talking about getting engaged; he even suggested starting to look for rings. 

“I’m gonna start streaming in like half an hour, okay?” “Okay.”  “Okay. I love you.”  “I love you too.”

Now you were sitting on you and Ollie’s couch, waiting for his livestream to be over. He told you that he’d be about an hour, which was normal for one of his streams. When he isolated himself into his room, you cleaned up a few things around the house, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness that echoed through the house. Ollie was always energetic and lively, but you needed some quiet time. Unfortunately without him, you were getting bored now. His livestream had gone on an extra twenty minutes longer than he said it would be. 

Over the course of a few months, you’d picked up the hobby of crocheting. You had made little dinosaurs and flowers and gave them to your friends. Your current project was a brown teddy bear since Ollie’s birthday was coming up, but you couldn’t find it. You tore apart your room looking for it. It took you months to get the little feet right, and its hands. Then it hit you

You probably left it in Ollie’s room since he wanted you to stay with him last night. 

“Baby please stay. You’re warm.”  “You’re gonna fall asleep.” You chuckled.  “That’s the point. Please, princess?” “Fine. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re needy.”

After he nodded off, you sneaked out of his room and grabbed his gift and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep as you crocheted.

You looked around the floor, scanning for the half finished teddy bear. “Babe, have you seen my-” 

“Y/N-”

“I swear it was right here.” You looked at Ollie who had wide eyes and a worried expression on his face, gesturing with his eyes towards the camera. He got up, trying to block your face from the camera. 

“Oh crap.”

You glanced towards the screen, seeing the comments blowing up. 

who is that?? 

is that his gf? 

wait she looks familiar!!!

You rushed out of the room, swearing at yourself. You guys had been so careful about your relationship for the past few years, and now you’d gone and ruined it. You started pacing into the hallway, eventually ending up in the living room. 

Oh shit. Oh shit. What had you just done? Ollie would be forever mad at you. You heard Ollie quickly excuse himself from the livestream, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. Oh god. You started to panic, your breathing becoming faster and your chest feeling heavy. 

“Love?”

You only groaned in response. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” 

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Ol. Shit.”

“Y/N,” He sat down next to you, putting his arm around you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Y/N,” His voice was soothing and reassuring. “Just breathe, baby. It’s alright.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

~ 

It’d been about a week since the incident, you and Ollie laying low for the first few days, then slowly getting back on social media. Ollie had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, which it was. After it wasn’t a sore subject anymore, he suggested a Q&A so people would get to know you a little better. To his surprise, you said yes. So here you were, sat in front of his camera.

“Hey guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Today we’ll be answering some of your guys’ questions.” He turned to you and wrapped  his arm around you, giving you some support. 

“Hi.” You’d felt a little anxious, since you never had been much of a vlogger or a YouTuber, so it was all new territory for you. You started reading the comments to yourself, and to your surprise they were actually really nice. You’d heard horror stories of drivers’ girlfriends getting death threats and whatnot. 

Wait she’s actually really pretty

Aww they’re so cute!!!! 🥰🥰

#imgonnabealoneforever

I love your hair!!!

The way he looks at herrrrrrr. God 😭🥹

If he looked at me like that i’d melt on the spot ngl 

You giggled at some of the comments, letting Ollie take the reins as he answered questions about him in the Ferrari Academy. You got more comfortable as you listened to him talk about driving, as some of the questions veered towards your guys’ relationship.

how long have you guys known each other?

First date storytime!!!! please!!!!

One question in particular caught your eye: Why did you hide your relationship for so long? 

“Honestly, it was Ollie,” You answered honestly. “Guess he didn’t want me revealing his deepest darkest secrets during parties and events. I get chatty when I’m nervous,” You explained.

“No,” He said, hugging you closer to him. “Just didn’t want the press getting to you, love.” He placed a kiss on your temple

do you have a job/career? If so what is it??? <3

“Oh, well actually, I’m in school right now, but I’m aiming to be an engineer.” 

“My smart girl!” He said, pinching your cheek. 

“Ow.” You said, swatting his hand away. You chuckled at him, smiling at him.

You both answered a few more questions, laughing and making fun of each other until you both stopped and read the same one:

just curious, r u guys thinking long term? I love u guys btw!!!

“Oh, um,” You looked over at Ollie, seeing how he was going to answer the question. He did the same. 

“I think so. I really like her, so-”

“Actually, I kinda hate you, baby. I forgot to tell you.” You joked.

You guys said good-bye to the fans and ended the livestream and decided to watch a movie. 

~ 

You were laying with Ollie on the couch. For some reason you’d still felt guilty about what happened. 

“You okay? You’re so tense all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry about the whole livestream situation, honey,” The words came out on their own. “I know you didn’t want our relationship to come out like that.” You said, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay my love. I know it was an accident. No need to apologize,” He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead.

You looked back at the screen, feeling the stress leaving your body.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, um, you’ll find out soon enough."

#fanfiction #formual 1 #formula 2 #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ferarri #formula one #prema racing #ferrari academy #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #arthurleclerc

[agentmarvel]

I just found your page and I absolutely love (also wanna smack the shit out of ghost for having double standards) the New roommate ghost prompt.

Can I be bit greedy (Forgive me) and ask for two prompts at once?

Number 11 - I'm a sick fuck 'cause I like when you ignore me!

And number 17 - I don't give a fuck about your friends; I'm right here!

With Ghost.

(make him Grovel for love)

Please. 🥺🥺🙏🙏

you got it! 😈

so sorry for the delay! work has been hell the last two weeks, and i'm coming off a 12-day stretch, so today is the first day in a while i've had to actually sit down and write. less groveling than intended, but i'm secretly working on a v long one-shot with PLENTY of it

simon "ghost" riley x reader

implied situationship, but he needs wants more

MDNI - 18+ (minor & ageless blogs will be blocked)

He doesn’t mean to let his gaze linger as long as it does, honestly. Simon is nothing if not observant, a quick glance at every patron who enters the door, and you truly are a sight to behold. You’re always stunning, no doubt about it, but something about the dim bar lights and how dangerously low cut your dress is has him damn near panting like a bitch in heat beneath his mask.

It’s like a never-ending game of tag between the two of you. You’ll make subtle flirtatious comments, he’ll make equally suggestive remarks in return; neither moves towards home base, tagbacks are allowed. Sometimes play stalls for a few days, you dance around each other in silence, unwilling to be the first to step out of turn, but it always resumes as quickly as it tapers.

You’ve been a bit off as of late, though. Simon winks at you in passing, you give him a curt nod as you walk by. He compliments you, you offer a hushed “thanks” and leave it at that. He so much as makes eye contact with you, and you’re immediately casting your gaze downward. You avoid him as often as you can now, and it puts him in a tailspin. Forbidden fruit and such, it’s kind of hot that you’re suddenly acting like he doesn’t faze you. On the other hand, though, it’s frustrating. Has he done something to upset you? He loves seeing you get all hot under the collar just for him, and it’s maddening to have no idea why you’re acting this way. He’s determined to find out where you stand, what it is that caused the sudden switch.

Drink in hand, Simon watches from his darkened corner as you down your first and second drinks with ease. He bides his time, swirling the pinch of bourbon left in his short glass until all the ice has melted. You’ll step away from your friends soon enough, and the second you do, he seizes his opportunity. It’s rare enough for him to get you alone, and he’s not stupid enough to pass up the split second he’ll need to make it happen.

Clinging to the shadows, he slinks along the wall with almost frightening stealth, slipping into the restroom just behind you. Verifying you’re the only person in there, he snags the stop from beneath the sink and jams it under the door. No interruptions, not now.

He patiently awaits the telltale tear of paper, leaning back against the countertop housing a pair of sinks. His arms cross over his chest, a stance he often assumes to look bigger, more imposing, more menacing. Simon’s noticed the way your thighs clench and you have to stop yourself from drooling when he takes to that particular pose in front of you. It would be downright irresponsible for him to deprive you of whatever it makes you feel when he’s trying to find his way back into those good graces.

You step out of the stall, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. The second you spot Simon, you freeze in place, and he swears he can hear your heart raging against your ribcage. Surprise widens your eyes and furrows your brows as he offers a cocked eyebrow, tilting his head just a hair.

“Lieutenant Riley,” you breathe, almost a question, pausing a moment before saying, “What are you doing here?”

“Here in the bar or here in the bathroom?”

“Either, really.”

“It’s the closest bar to base, love. Crawling with grunts, if ya didn’t notice.” 

You roll your eyes at that, and there’s a strong urge for Simon to spend his entire night making them roll back over and over and over again. It’s not his fault, really; there’s just something about you that tests his resolve.

“As for the latter,” he continues. “Just wanted a private word with you, ‘less you’re gonna keep runnin’ away from me.”

“I‘m not running, sir.”

“You’re avoiding me; same thing.” 

“No, I’m not.” He scoffs dryly. You start spitting out bullshit excuses for why you stay away from him, and he shrugs, indifferent to anything that isn’t the truth. It’s genuinely humorous that you think he can’t smell a lie from a mile away. He can’t help but chuckle.

You look flustered, perturbed. It’s cute, but it does make Simon feel a bit guilty. 

“Sergeant, don’t think for a second that I didn’t notice you can’t stand to even be in the same room as me anymore. You used to bite back, used to bark first, and now you wanna act all demure and proper when I talk to you? You can hardly manage to look me in the eye. What did I do?” 

The twinge of hurt in his tone doesn’t sit well with him. It borders on pathetic, and he’s praying to a god he doesn’t even believe in that you’re still too stunned by his presence to hear it, too. To your credit, if you do, you certainly don’t acknowledge it.

“With all due respect, I don’t think this is an appropriate place for that conversation, Lieutenant. My friends are waiting for me.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friends; I’m right here. Let’s talk it out so shit can stop being weird, yeah?”

“It’s not weird, sir. I just - “

“No excuses, doll. Spit it out.”

“Will you - “

“C’mon, love. Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You - “

“Cat got your tongue, huh?”

“Fine!” you shout, throwing your arms out. “You want to know what the fucking problem is, Simon? You want to know why I stay away from you? Well, here you fucking go: I can’t stand being around you because I am so fucking head over heels for you, and I know you don’t feel the same.”

You clap a hand over your mouth, and Simon can see that you’re positively mortified. He goaded you into verbalizing how you really feel, and it turns his face a violent shade of pink.

“You what?”

“I…” You bite your lip, anxious. Your eyes avoid his at all costs. “I know it’s inappropriate, sir. It’s just a silly little crush, and keeping my distance is helping me work through it.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

His arms drop, feet moving before he can think better of it. The space between you is crushed in a stride and a half, and he’s peeling up his mask and slotting his mouth against yours almost immediately. It’s all teeth and tongue, want, need; searing and heated and almost animalistic. He’s been waiting ages, it seems, and now, the game has come to an end. You won, and it’s a scarce occurrence, but he’s glad to take the loss.

When you break from him for air, he laughs, pressing another kiss against your hairline.

“I’m a sick fuck ‘cause I like when you ignore me. Rather you don't anymore, though.”

Pick a prompt and character here!

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley #cod x you #cod x reader #cod imagine #simon ghost riley drabble #cod drabble #jj writes

[scekrex]

I know you've wrote that you got a bit of a writer's block, but I've got an idea for you for later on when you're up in power of creativity.

So, I just woke up from, I'm not sure, a night terror, maybe (might be the hallucinations that are getting to me after yesterday, wooohoo, vicious cycle of not sleeping), and it might sound absolutely weird, but it got me thinking and I came up with an idea for a prompt where the reader gets a night terror, maybe something related to his family before he died like his godson or goddaughter are being tormented by some invisible force in a pram, the reader walks over to it wanting to release the kiddo. When he does, the child does what every kid likes to do which is sort of climbing when you get them into your arms, they like to completely change their arms position and try to get on top of your head, so the kid does that and the reader could feel like a sharp pinch on the back of his neck. The child suddenly dissappeared and he cupped the place where he felt the pain before suddenly waking up in cold sweat to Adam trying to calm him down to the best of his, we all know not the best, abilities, but he's trying! So a cookie for him. They just simply cuddle in silence until everything is fine and it's completely up to you if you want to make the reader talk about whatever happened in his night terror or not. I'm just feeling like some angst with a happy ending, cause jesuuus that nightmare/night terror/sleep hallucination was foking wild 💀

That's how I looked after I woke up, srs

No more writers block, bitches, ur boy's back at it again whoop whoop, (where's my fucking hype train huh??/jk) I also hope you slept better this time <3

Night Terrors

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, night terrors (I guess)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Screams and cries of a little child filled your ears and once you were able to focus on your surroundings, your eyes caught your adorable little goddaughter who was sitting in her pram.

She was screaming, crying out your name as she seemed to hit something invisible to your eyes, she was desperately trying to get whatever it was off of her but still being so small she had no chance. Her face was red and her lungs must have hurt by how loudly she's been screaming, tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to get out of her pram - to no success.

You walked over to her, not quite understanding what was wrong with her - what was wrong with the situation. You had goosebumps all over your body and it was only then that you noticed you were shaking. Where that feeling came from you didn't know but what you did know was that you had to get to your goddaughter. The poor little thing needed to calm down, her body must have been exhausted already and she was still putting up a fight.

“Hey there, little princess,” your words sounded unreal in your own ears, as if they were muffled by cotton, but you continued talking to her as you reached to pick her up, “Now, now, pumpkin, I’m here now, you don't need to be afraid anymore.” The little girl looked at you with curious eyes as she made grabby hands at you. You finally lifted her out of her pram and rested her on your hip with one arm wrapped around her body, the other supporting her head. “See?” you smiled softly at the little girl. “You’re all safe now, I won't let anything happen to you, pumpkin,” you assured the little human as you wiped her tears from her cheeks.

She, however, seemed to have different plans, because while she did stop to scream and she did stop to kick around, she was now climbing up your body - with your hands supporting her obviously. “Whatcha doing?” you asked, irritated by her behavior. She had done that before, it was simply what toddlers did, but she never went further than your shoulder. This time though, she covered your face with her small body as she wrapped her arms and legs around your head tightly.

You tried to pull her away, tried to get the child off of you but to no avail. You called out for help, somebody, anybody, but neither were your calls answered nor did someone step in. She was making it hard for you to breathe and then you felt a sharp pain going through your body, its origin at your neck where your goddaughter’s little hands and mouth had just been, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. What the fuck was that? Had the little girl bit you? You weren't sure, to be completely honest, you didn't know what was going on entirely.

Suddenly the weight of the child disappeared and when you tried to grab the body that had just been on top of your head, there was nothing but air, nothing unusual and most importantly not your goddaughter. Your hand moved to your neck instead, where the pain came from and once your hand touched the area, your eyes shot open and your body was sitting upright on a soft mattress.

Then there were hands on your body, one big, warm and so familiar feeling hand was located on your shoulder, the other cupped your cheek softly. Your head snapped to the side where a warm body was pressed against you and with wide eyes you looked at your boyfriend.

Your heart was pumping fast, so fast that if you were still alive you surely would've had a stroke. Sweat was covering your entire body which caused you to shiver violently, you didn't know if it was because you were actually cold or because of the panic that was still screaming inside you.

Your boyfriend.

The fog that had made it hard to see your surroundings disappeared and all of a sudden your mind was clear again, silent, but clear.

Adam was holding you, your head was resting against his chest and the tip of his feathers gently caressed your arm, his heartbeat was normal, calm even and it helped you to calm down as well. Your eyes that had been wide open only seconds ago were falling shut and you leaned into the warmth the brunette offered you. “There you are, babes,” he mumbled with his face buried in your hair, visibly relieved about that fact. “Thought you were dying,” you knew just as much as him that you wouldn't die that easily but it gave you some kind of fuzzy feeling to think that, to pretend that you could've died, to pretend that you were still human. Just for the moment.

“No I-” you interrupted yourself. You wanted to explain to him what had happened, that you hadn't been dying. But the words never left your lips, instead you simply shook your head and repeated, “No.” Adam placed a kiss on your head, “Good.”

That was a thing about Adam that you adored, well one of the many things. He never pressured you to talk, he always gave you time and space if needed, even if it was hard for the both of you to understand and handle. So you silently cuddled up against him, your arms were wrapped around his hips and your face was buried in his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. Oh his heartbeat, one of the few things in heaven that were able to calm you down in an instant. His calm breathing helped you too and you breathed with him in order to calm your body down.

He always did.

“Sorry for waking you,” you mumbled against his skin, pressing your face even closer to his chest in embarrassment. “Shut up, babes,” he simply said. You knew he meant ‘It doesn't matter as long as you're safe and well’ and ‘I love you, stop apologizing for such nonsense’. So you did. You did shut up and continued to listen to his body, in the distance you heard a couple of birds singing but that was quickly tuned out by Adam who was humming something - probably one of the countless songs he and his band had written. But you enjoyed it, enjoyed him humming to you, him giving you the comfort you needed without questioning it.

Soon he slowly laid back down, pulling you down with him. Your head was still resting on his chest - your entire body was laying on top of him. “Try to catch some sleep babes, whatever fucked up demon was haunting you, I'll fight that bastard off for you if he tries again.” You chuckled softly at that but gave a quiet hum in agreement. You felt how his wings came up to wrap around your body to underline his words, he'd protect you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[a-s-levynn]

Okay so the tags all day under my high water small offering genuinly made me super emotional..

I don't know if anyone would be interested in it seeing almost step by step while i ramble about it a bit? But i did it anyway. I'm missing a lot of stages because i wasn't planning to do something like this. I'm not even completely sure why i scanned some of the steps to be honest. But at least you can see some of the progression of it?

Anyway if any of you is interested in it i put a rundown under the cut. Also the obligatory measuring tape/ruler shots at the end of it, because yes i've seen those tags as well. Spoiler for those who understandably do not want to chew through my pointless ramblings: yes, it is fairly small.

Disclaimer: It's long and rambly, you have been warned

Just to preface this: this is not advice on art because i can't give you that. If you ask me how i do stuff i can tell you but beyond that i'm useless. This is just for funzies.

Okay so i don't have the step with sketching Vessel, but you still can see some of what is left from his torso and head and spine-line under the cloack. Maybe even traces of the right arm connecting to the torso.

When i draw figures, i usually start out with a line for a spine and then build it outwards. And i always draw them semi-naked first. It's so much easier for me to dress them, rather than go for the clothed version immediately. Helps me a lot with the fold placement.

Also for pose references i use a free browser app. I certainly can't draw human figures from scratch if the pose is more dynamic or the angle is something more complicated, but i'm decent at eyeballing what i can see. This one didn't really needed that 'cause Vessel does this a lot and i looked at the man's pictures and videos so much at this point, i can kinda mock it up. And like.. i usually draw up a standard male figure and just.. make it slightly skinnier and bam. Vessel proportions. Or something close enough to pass for it. But in general i look up a lot of reference photos for stuff because it is easier to understand something you see rather than something you imagine. At least for me.

Initially i was planning to add tendrils into the waves to indicate that those are raising the water around Vessel. That pulling himself beneth the waves maybe not so much just his own decision he just can't fully see the outside force hiding inside the water or something something i don't know i'm not smart for stuff like this.

What you can't see is that i was thinking about putting a faint silhouette of the tmbte moon behind the clouds but i quickly forgone that, because it was just not dark enough visually that way and also felt far too busy.

So i laid out a rough shading idea for where i want stuff to sit tonally and was like, nope, still not dark enough.

And so darker it got. But the sky felt flat, it needed something. So i was like, okay i have no moon or anything but like i could warp the clouds towards Vessel. Like as if the sky is collapsing into him or sending him a sign or maybe it's just in his head or whatever? I'm still not smart enough for concepts.

Also rain had to be added, because "wash me clean again before..." you know. To stick to the prompt.

It's almost there at this point but the waves look so sad and got smaller than the initial sketch. But i knew there is going to be froth on top of them so it was not a big deal. I knew they would be a sorry sight if i only do it with pencil anyway. It was never an option. So the trusty gel pen came out and it is such a drastic difference:

It also gave Vessel and the stone he stands on a sharp edgelight which is super dramatic looking. Also lifts him out from the background a bit more so he doesn't fully disappear into it. And the waves actually started to look like waves insted of weird grey cones.

And here again the finished version:

There is not much thought or like amazing skill that goes into these, i'm just trying to hide what i can't do and lean into what i can. And what i can do is shading. Someone told me close to two decades ago now that "don't rely on the outlines, shade behind the things to create depth" and that is something that my brain just latched onto and wanted to do that. And so i did. Or at least tried. Didn't took long for me to really start to enjoy shading and got fairly good at it, because i did that most of the time. And that's it, i guess.

Also yes it is small-ish. I'm using two relatively small sketchbooks, the "larger" one (with the ecru/yellowish paper, which i use for the small offerings <- this is where tha name came from originally) is 15x10,5 cm, and a slightly smaller one (with the grey-ish reused paper, which i use for everything else currently) which is 14,5x9,5cm. The card i did Ash's ballpoint pen iii is 16,5x11,4cm.

Basically everything i do is kind of small. I don't know how to draw large anymore to be honest. If i can't see the entire piece properly in one i mess up proportions big time. And i love detailwork and if i draw small the less detail i have to put into it. Because i'm also lazy.

So Vessel is about 4,5cm tall here... which is only a cm taller than the average height of Tiny Token.

#levynn tries to draw

[eponastory]

Heya! Me again! XD I might need some writing advice.

First of all, I'm trying to get back to writing something, but I want to write an ATLA AU retelling where the characters are older and it's Zutara/Sukka/and Taang-based! :) Problem is, I have like 23 unfinished stories on AO3(four more on FF.Net), and I don't want to like, make another story to add it onto the pile, but...well, in your expertise (I mean, I hear that you write really well), should I just focus on the ones I've written now?

Secondly, how do I get back in the groove of writing? I feel like when I get myself going back to it, it just makes my head feel heavy or something, or I'm just tired. ^^; I don't know, maybe I'm writing too much. I just got other stories to update that I haven't for a while and I want to like...not let everybody wait for the next update on those stories, and...well, I just need some advice on procrastination, I guess. ^^;

I hope I'm making sense. I want to write, but I can't seem to get it going. Maybe I'm distracted too much. What do you do when this happens? What should I do? :O

(Also, no worries about the crossovers! I have two one-shot fics of ATLA, but they're both Taang-centric. ^^; They also have Zutara and Sukka in them, but they're only minor. XD I also did some Taang Week stories that I did in 2020. :) Either way, if you don't do crossovers, there are those to read! :D )

I will definitely check them out!

When I can. Because I've got like... four papers to edit for these people in college that are too lazy to edit their own. That's okay, I get paid for it.

And then there is my current fic I'm obsessed (it's unhealthy, I know) with and then I have to start planning for ZKBB...

Please have mercy on me.

I'm also pretty hungry for Chicken Shawarma for some reason and I really need some ice cream. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

@omegansamurai *edited because I am a dingus*

I totally missed the middle part of this ask. I apologize for that... I feel like such an idiot for missing that.

So, a neat little trick I like to do is a word avalanche. It helps get the thoughts going and keeps you on track. You just start with one word, and then you find the words, emotions, or senses that go with that word. It helps with creating scenes and prompts, you name it. I've been doing it for years, and sometimes, it ends up being a whole outline for an epic adventure.

If you have the opposite problem of too many projects at once, cut back on the stories that you feel aren't cutting it. Don't try to force something if you get stuck. Let it sit. Think about it while working on another project. Then go back. I like to keep a journal of all my thoughts that randomly pop up when I'm having a difficult time with a story. I write down those thoughts so I can go back to them later. Most of the time, especially with some of my original works, I get really stuck, and they sit for months. With fan fiction, it can be years before I go back to them. But when I do decide to pick them back up again, I have a journal with everything written down on where I wanted to go with it.

Prompts are also a good thing to practice getting better at introspective and character analysis if you are having issues with that. Putting characters in sticky situations tends to develop them more.

Also, it's totally okay to let go of stories you don't feel connected to anymore. You can always go back to them later on if you ever get the drive for it.

But rule number one is always do what you can make the time for. Overwhelming yourself will cause burnout. One idea at a time. Develop it, write it down. Make it work. But don't try to do too much at one time.

Again, I'm sorry for totally missing the point of your ask... I think I had just finished up that chapter and was posting on both my phone and computer.

#thanks for the recs #asks #zutara #taang #fanfiction review #writing advice

[smartycvnt]

Title: Particular

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Prompt: "Can I play with your hair?"

Word Count: 725

The early flight back home felt like a blessing to Jill. She had been away from Ash for far too long. Jill wasn't usually an overly sentimental or soft person, but she had been aching to be around Ash again. She didn't think that she had missed her partner like that before.

"Ash?" Jill called out as she entered the small house. Jill had been so used to living in apartments for her entire life that the house was a nice change of pace. For the first year or so of Jill and Ash's relationship, they had been holed up in a two bedroom apartment, but when their lease came up, Ash decided that they needed more room. She wanted a yard and lots of extra space to get some pets and maybe expand their family a little more.

The idea of children still terrified Jill, who despite it being almost two decades after Africa, was still feeling some of the effects. She was pretty sure that she was infertile from whatever Wesker had been injecting her with. Ash told her that it wasn't a big deal, but Jill didn't want to know the truth. She didn't want to sit there while someone told her that she couldn't give the woman she loved the one thing that Ash seemed to want.

"Ash, babe?" Jill called out again. She walked a bit further into the house before deciding that Ash had to be asleep. Jill made her way towards the bedroom with a stop at the shower so that she didn't accidentally wake up Ash. She had gotten home late enough that if Ash wasn't making any sort of noise, the woman was most likely asleep. Jill was proven wrong when she stepped into the bedroom to find Ash sitting in bed with a book.

"You're home. I didn't hear you come in," Ash said excitedly. Her excitement was contagious, causing Jill to break out into a smile. Ash let Jill walk over and give her a kiss without complaining about the way Jill's hair dripped onto her lap. "If I knew you were coming back so soon, I would have done something special."

"You're here, and that's all I really want right now," Jill said. She backed away and walked over to her dresser. All of Ash's clothes were hung up in the closet, which Jill didn't mind. She had always liked the little task of folding her clothes before she had to put them away. Besides, she had always believed that Ash's clothes were much nicer than most of Jill's. The woman's wardrobe was very tactical with the expection of a couple dress shirts and a pair of black slacks.

"Come lay down with me. I've missed you," Ash said as she set her book aside. Jill could see the look of tiredness in Ash's eyes. She laid down beside the woman, slightly lower on the bed so that Ash could hold her. It was a subtle enough request, but Ash knew immediately what Jill wanted from her. They had been together for long enough that Ash swore sometimes she knew what Jill wanted before Jill did. "Your hair is getting long."

"I need to cut it," Jill huffed. She had been getting slightly annoyed with the length. She hadn't even thought of letting it grow out again. Ash let out a small sigh, causing Jill to look up at her. Jill's brows were furrowed in concern, asking the question on the tip of Jill's tongue for her.

"I like it. I've seen some of those pictures, the ponytail was cute," Ash said. Jill blushed as she looked back down. Ash's fingers trailed along the side of Jill's neck before she spoke up again. "Can I play with your hair?"

"Fine, but only because I'm getting it cut tomorrow." Jill's tone was stern, but also a little sarcastic. Ash didn't doubt that Jill had been thinking about getting her haircut for quite some time. She was a creature of habit, and those habits were all very particular. Deviation from what she liked threw Jill completely off balance, which apparently hadn't always been the case. Ash didn't mind that it was, she had never known Jill to be any other way. The woman's insistence on routines made things simple for them, which Ash definitely appreciated.

#my writing #one shot #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #resident evil x reader #resident evil

[vylad243]

Honestly with the way the Goethals act in general it could be safe to say most of them go down the line of “Anyone I perceive as lower than me I treat like shit” with a few accepting members like Stolas

But speaking of Stolas, if you feel more comfortable going off of what is canon, then maybe the idea could spin off of him? We know him to be respectful and to have enough pull to get meetings with a Sin so it wouldn’t be too far off to say Ozzy asked Stolas to check out the hotel to sponsor it. Maybe during introductions he only bows to Lucifer, the Sins, and Vox and everyone is confused?

Just spitballing with the other anons idea! Whatever you go with will be amazing regardless!

Also just a small question cause I’m curious of what you have planned but how many prompts are you planning on writing/is in your Que? I have like a shit ton of prompts in my inbox and need filtering advice if you’re willing 😭

I am the goddess of fucking around and finding out

I don't mind canon or going off canon. My Alastor and Vox are very ooc after all, but I know the fandom tends to hold Helluva Boss in a higher standard. I never really liked it that much. I've watched it- but I'm Striker. Why does everything gotta be a sex thing? The two season finales were my favourite of Helluva Boss, which ironically included little to no Stolas

I could definitely see Stella and her brother treating the sinners and overlords are faith on their shoes while Stolas and Octavia hold the sins and Vox in higher regard

Ozzie would definitely be pulling the strings to get Stolas to visit the Hazbin Hotel if I go that route.

I like working off of your guy's ideas. It's very fun and helps me world build 🙏

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Ahahaha my ask box is also full of different prompts. I have omega-verse, the Vee's joining the battle, and injured Alastor are three I can name off the top of my head (because I'm writing them right now) but I think I have like 10 or 11 in there. One is also a beauty and the beast ay which I'm mulling over

As for how I filter them out- prompts are things I want to be able to enjoy writing. Some of my prompts have been quite large- and while I don't mind the large ones, it gives me a lot less freedom with them because I feel like I have to rewrite a whole story that was just in the my box. I never deleted any, though. I just put them in their in tag just in case I feel like writing them later- but ones I am writing right now/want to write sit in my box so I can shuffle through them. It keeps it organized

I haven't encountered any rude people yet- so I haven't had to reject anyone for demanding things from me (which like I'm always ready for a debate on the internet, I find them funny) and with how nice everyone is, I usually feel bad for denying them. It's way I take so long to deny people. I want to make sure this is actually something I don't plan on writing in the near future

My way to filter out prompts is

- I need creative freedom to write so I don't feel miserable writing. This is one of the main ones. My brain is very hectic and I find myself tapping out if I can't bring my own ideas to the table. It's also why none of my works are exactly like the prompts im given

- I have enough context to write a fic on it

- I would actually enjoy writing it

- it's a world/au I'm aware of or contributed to. Nothing is worse than being handed a fully built universe and being asked to write for it with little to no explanation on how the universe works

- the people are nice to me.

- I know I make a few jokes here and there, but I like to keep in mind that I'm making free work for people. I'm not being paid to do this, and people aren't paying me to write out the prompts. I love writing fanfiction and it's a great hobby, but if you're genuinely just not interested in doing something- you don't have too. Writing it meant to be fun and inspiration is a fickle thing. You don't want to push it too hard or it's going to shove back. I've learnt that the hard way

- bonus way to do it- sometimes people leave comments, and I find them funny, and I get creative with them. I censored a whole chapter of month in rut because someone told me to let the characters swear. I'm also a very petty person

This is just personal, but I keep my prompts 1k-3.5k words just so it's decently sized, but not overly large

Hope this helps!

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #a month in rut #ars goetia #helluva boss

[bastetwastaken]

Hey, I love your writing and admire all your fics! Congrats on your mass of followers, you deserve it! <333

Because of you, I've been inspired to start writing my own works. So thank you for that :D

I saw that you were taking writing requests! Could you please do 36. or 37. with the puzzleshipping boys?❤️❤️❤️

If it's not too much trouble, (and if you do end up choosing 37) I thought it could be fun with a twist like Atem clowning Yugi for cheesy or nsfw stuff he said while drunk the previous night (?) Just an idea to add to the prompt that I had!

Thanks for creating and being awesome! <33

Oh that's so lovely of you to say!! I wish I knew who you were so I could thank you properly <3 <3

I'm so glad to hear that you're writing your own works, that's amazing and I'm sure you're doing an absolutely wonderful job! Keep having fun with it and I sincerely hope that it brings you joy <3 <3

These prompts are both so fun, so I kinda used both since one works as just dialogue and doesn't require much setting. ^.^ also your idea of Atem clowning Yugi is wonderful, a twist on an otherwise angsty prompt which I am grateful for <3 They're in an established relationship here, but Yugi being drunk and with no filter opens way more doors for them.

Enjoy! And thank you again.

36. "Good morning, my love" and 37. "I am not proud of the things I said to you"

.........

He woke with a dry mouth, aching bones and the worst headache of his fucking life. A groan left his lips as he rolled onto his back, stretching his limbs out in an attempt to bring life back to his body. 

He blinked several times, trying to clear the blurriness from his eyes and the fog from his mind. After a few more tries, he was finally successful enough to see the room he was lying in was not his own. 

A moment of panic seized him but it quickly passed when he recognised the pictures on the walls, the guitar in the corner and the small cat curled up on the bed with him. 

He had no idea how the hell he’d gotten to his boyfriends last night but here he was in Atems bed…but without Atem? 

His boyfriend wasn’t next to him, the bed was empty…not even the extra pillows were where they should be and he frowned, fighting the urge to just roll back onto his stomach and go to sleep once more. 

With only a little reluctancy, he pushed himself up and swung his legs off the bed, frowning at his lack of clothes. Him waking up naked in Atems bed had been a common occurrence for the past few months but he usually remembered the previous night. 

No matter, he was in his boyfriend's home, this was fine. No cause for concern.

He reached for the drawers next to the bed, pulling out one of Atems oversized sleep shirts and retrieving his own underwear from the floor. His head swam when he stood up and he had to give himself a moment before he attempted to walk toward the door, but he managed to leave the room eventually. 

He made it to the living room where he could hear the quiet sounds of the television playing after stopping off at the bathroom to freshen up and he smiled when he caught sight of his boyfriend sitting on the sofa. 

“Good morning, my love.” Atem said softly as he shuffled into the room. He hummed in response, rubbing at his eyes in an attempt to rid them of the blurriness of the previous night's alcohol. “How do you feel?” 

Yugi huffed out a laugh as he fell onto the sofa opposite his boyfriend, pulling his legs up and closing his eyes, curling into a ball. 

“Like complete shit.” He said. 

“Oh, my love.” Atem said sadly. “Do you need anything?” 

“Putting down.” 

“Sorry, not an option.” Atem said with a laugh. 

“Fine.” He huffed. “Coffee then I guess.” 

“Of course.” He heard Atem laugh again before he felt the sofa move as he stood up. He felt a kiss pressed quickly to his head, then he heard Atem walk away from him. 

He moved slowly, rolling onto his back, stretching out a little more before daring to open his eyes again. This time, they were less blurry and he didn’t feel as much like the room was spinning so for that he was grateful. 

Thoughts slowly crept into his foggy mind and he wondered how the hell he’d managed to get to his boyfriends in one piece. He’d intended to go home, he knew that. He even remembered walking most of the way with Jou but then he’d obviously just veered off at some point and found his way here. 

As of yet, he was still to remember exactly what had happened once he got here though.

He looked around the room and then sighed happily, dropping his head against the back of the sofa, leaning against a soft thick blanket. As he did, he looked to the other end of the sofa where Atem had been sitting and realised the pillows he’d noticed were missing from his boyfriend's bed were there instead and he groaned. 

“What’s up?” Atem asked as he walked back into the room, two steaming cups in his hands. “Is everything alright?” 

“I made you sleep on the sofa.” He said quietly, watching Atem put the cups down on the table before him. 

“Oh, you didn’t make me but yeah.” Atem said, dropping back onto the sofa next to him. “Uh…you were a little…handsy last night and I thought it was best to stay separate.” 

“God.” He groaned, closing his eyes just so he didn’t have to look at the smirk on Atems face. “You should’ve stayed. I wouldn’t have minded, I can tell you that.” 

“Hmm.” He felt Atems hand come to rest on his knee. “Maybe not, but still. I’d never take advantage of you.” 

He nodded, opening his eyes again and returning the soft smile his boyfriend gave him. Of course he’d expect that from Atem, he had always been such a gentleman. 

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I know I was probably a fucking nightmare to deal with.” 

Atem shook his head and turned to face him properly. 

“Well, I mean, when you got here and after I was over the uh, pleasant surprise of you hammering on my door and waking me up at three in the morning, I asked if you’d had a good night.” Atem said, a smile creeping onto his face. “And you answered that by saying ‘I swear to drunk I’m not god.’ and I knew then that you’d need some very careful handling.” 

“Oh no.” He groaned, sinking further into the sofa under him, wishing the ground would just swallow him up and he didn’t have to deal with the whole awkwardness of this situation. 

Atem didn’t need this, they hadn’t even been together that long. Sure, they’d been friends for years but actually dating? That’d only been a few months. He was cursing his drunk self for allowing this to happen and vowed right then to never let himself be left unattended ever again. 

“I don’t mind.” Atem said with a laugh. “Honestly, you said some pretty funny things.” 

“I almost don’t wanna ask.” He said. 

“I definitely wanna tell you though.” Atem laughed softly. “After all, I had to deal with it first hand, it’s only fair that you share in that.” 

He didn’t respond, he only covered his face with his hands and sank further into the cushions under him. 

“You seem to get very philosophical when you’re drunk.” Atem said conversationally. “You were very concerned with the plight of the river last night. You asked why they always run, and what the point is, then you proceeded to tell me that there’s no point at all to them running since they never seem to get anywhere-” 

“Atem please.” He groaned. 

“Oh, and you also told me about a new friend you made, a guy who looked good in a skirt and wanted to go travelling.” Atem continued. “I’m sure you told me that you’re off to Australia with him next week.” 

“Fuck.” 

“But I think the best things you said were about me.” Atem told him. 

He slipped his hands slowly from his face, looked back at his boyfriend and tried to read his reaction but he couldn’t quite manage. 

“Oh?” He asked, curious despite himself. Desperately hoping he said nothing out of order. 

“Yeah.” Atem smirked at him. “You almost cried when you found out I had a boyfriend.” 

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He groaned again and moved his hands back over his face. 

“Yet I love you anyway.” Atem said softly. “You told me that I was too hot for my boyfriend, whoever he was, that I should be with you instead cause you’d treat me right. You told me that I’d never get a better fuck. Guaranteed.” 

“Oh my god.” He whispered. Shame eating away at him. How could he be so…stupid? He should have gone home, he wished he’d gone home. 

“Then you proceeded to take off your clothes and throw yourself on my bed.” Atem continued. “What was it you said? Oh yeah! You told me to climb on and enjoy the best ride of my life, that you wanted to see me lose myself above you, to watch my beautiful body as I bounced on your co-” 

“I am not proud of the things I said to you.” He muttered, cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. He’d never say something like that to Atem even if they were true and they were definitely things he’d thought about before.  

“Oh I don’t know…maybe you should be.” Atem said softly. 

He slid his hands away from his burning face, looking back at his boyfriend again. He saw the shy smile Atem was giving him, the way his hands moved restlessly in his lap. 

“Should I?” He said quietly. 

“Well, I mean, um…” Atem stopped to take a breath then gave him a soft smile. “You’re pretty well spoken when you’re drunk so that’s something to be proud of…and maybe I’d like to hear you be more confident in yourself, to be…told what to do.” 

He hesitated for a moment, unsure if Atem was joking or whether he really meant it…but the nervousness in his posture told him he did. 

“Ah…” He said, mouth dry for an entirely different reason now. “Well, yeah, I can…maybe, try that, yeah.” 

Atem laughed softly and looked away from him, leaning forward and grabbing both cups, handing him one. 

“Anyway, shelf that for now.” Atem told him as he took the cup. “A discussion for when you feel better.” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded eagerly, glad for the break. Maybe now he could convince himself to calm down enough to speak coherently. 

“You can stay here for as long as you like by the way.” Atem said softly. “I don’t have any plans today and I was gonna see you later anyway.” 

“Ugh. I was gonna take you out somewhere.” He said regretfully, knowing that he might not be in a state to do that anymore. 

“Oh I don’t mind.” Atem said happily, putting down his cup and shuffling closer to him. “Spending time with you is always nice, no matter where.” 

“Even if I’m a drunken mess?” He asked. 

“Even if you’re a drunken mess.” Atem said softly with a quiet laugh, moving to rest an arm against the back of the couch, a finger tapping Yugi's nose gently. “Even if you’re a hungover mess too.” 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He said softly, putting his own mug down and shuffling into a more upright position. “Really, I’m so lucky.” 

Atem smiled at him, moving closer again. A hand came to rest on his knee and he covered it with one of his own. 

“And don’t you forget it.” Atem teased. 

“Like you’d let me.” He huffed, leaning closer and pressing his lips softly to Atems. 

He felt his boyfriend sigh softly, leaning into him and moving to slide a hand into his hair. He deepened the kiss, pressing Atem back gently and moving with him, pushing him down against the sofa easily. 

Atem laughed happily against his lips, legs moving to wrap around his hips as he drew him into another deep kiss. 

...........

Fancy asking me to write a little thing? My asks are always open, so feel free to slide on in and give me a silly little prompt <3 You can find a list of them and some info here- Link

#puzzleshipping #atem #yugi mutou #fanfic #ygo dm #writer asks #Just fun and silly

[malleleothreesome]

So I scrolled down and just met you through your stage sex fic and scrolled through and couldn't find the pt.2 and it has been a month but I only met you today and I haven't read anything else just yet but I will but my question is will there be a pt.2 cause you have me frothing at the mouth for him and if I have to commission u to do it I will!

Hi!!! Thank you both so much for your interest in my fic. @starshiningsirius ahaha I'm truly honored that you would consider paying me for my work 😅💖 It means a lot to me! Unfortunately, I have not started working on part 2 yet. YET!! I promise I'll get it out to you, I still have interest in finishing it. I'm feeling just like a little... blocked on it.

I think it's because I'm unsure of how kinky to make it. I think there are two camps—people who want 3rd years in the audience, and people who don't. Ever since it was first suggested to me, I think having 3rd years in the audience is a really fun suggestion. Tbh, if it was up to me (which I guess it IS adbjasbdiu but that doesn't necessarily mean I'll go through with it)... I think it would really tie into the story if I had 3rd years forced to sit in the audience as they slowly turned into wood 💀 But I know that's like an extremely kinky thing (and really morbid) to do and theres a lot of ppl who would be like 'ew Erica wtf is wrong with you?' (Also if I have Lilia turning to wood I guess he can't film the show for Malleus so like 🤔🤨🧐)—See I have lots of varying ideas.

I also thought about making a separate post that was like "How would 3rd years react to seeing you on stage having sex with Fellow" and that would give all 3rd years a chance to shine while also keeping things separate for people who don't want to read that. I don't know!!! Please feel free to comment or send me an ask with your suggestions! I mean, I'm even open to the idea of including more than just the 3rd years (I know the Tweels are very beloved characters even though I myself am not into them) but I know that creates even MORE of an ick for other people.

My fear is: now that we are getting deep into the smut of it all, I know everyone has very specific tastes, wants, needs, & icks when it comes to sex, so I'm filled with trepidation when trying to come up with the rest of the plot. Since I separated it into part 1 and part 2, I'm kind of afraid of writing something that will ruin part 2 for people who enjoyed part 1 and were eagerly anticipating part 2. Does that make sense? So I'm thinking about it too deeply, and therefore, I am feeling blocked on starting because I want to come up with something that will please everyone.

Like, if I had just released the whole story from the start, people could have chosen not to read it at all if the content warnings weren't their vibe, but noooow... people who read it already are invested in the outcome of part 2. Ah, the pressure! 😩

Realistically, I know I can't please everyone, but I'm still very new to writing (I've only been posting on here around 2 months now!) and I still have that eagerness to want to strive to make everyone happy. So, I guess it's something I have to work through and get over as a writer.

Also, I've been having fun ignoring my Stage Sex Part 2 anxieties by writing completely different prompts for my writing event going on right now lol. However, I think I'll rip the metaphorical band-aid off starting next year (aka like in a few days lol) and just start writing part 2. Hopefully my blockage will melt away and I'll be able to come up with something I'm happy with! At the end of the day, my main goal is to make reader x Fellow have AMAZING sex, so I guess I'll start with that and see what other things I want to add to spice things up at the end.

Again, thank you both so much for your interest, it means the world to me. I hope to get Part 2 out to you ASAP and I hope I can write something that you really enjoy!

#‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ Erica Answers ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙ #this is so long sorry #as you can see i have a LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!!!

[luv4fandoms]

Most definitely (Bill S.Preston x Fem!Reader)

Ok so go easy on me, I've never actually sat down and watched Bill and Ted before (I just remember scenes in passing when I was a kid and my bros would watch it. But I'm trying to practice (I also need to just sit down and watch it fr lol) . I saw this writing prompt and my brain immediately thought of this, but yeah, the slag for them is a bit difficult for me lol.

Also I pictured the girl to be kinda like Wednesday, and her friend like Enid, Idk why lol.

Word count: 1,321

Pairing: BillxFem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking?

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You didn't even know why you came to this party, other than the fact that your best friend in the whole world F/N was dragging you along. You both had recently moved to San Dimas after graduation, your parents wanting a change in scenery and her dad getting a better job. Though you did live a little ways away from each other, at least it wasn't the thousands of miles you were terrified of at first when her parents said they would be going. Really though it was lucky that your mom and her mom had been besties since high school and couldn't stand to be apart. 

But back to the overly atrocious party that you had stepped foot in. It wouldn't have been bad if there had been at least good music you supposed, but come on, where was the Motorhead? The Metallica? The Van Halen?! All there was were drunks, newly graduated teens jumping around with cups of clearly spiked punch, either seeing how stupid they could be, or how far down each other's throats they could stick their tongues.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea" you spoke, look around, luckily not spotting anyone you knew from your short time living here.

"Oh come on! Live a little!" Your friend yelled over the music as she pulled you further along. 

"I'd rather die a quiet death," you told her,but let her lead you nonetheless. Though a little ways into her walking, she stopped.

"Hey, isn’t that the ‘super hot’ neighbor you were rambling about having a crush on earlier, over there?” she asked with a shit eating grin, causing your eyes to widen..please no.

"What?! Please say psych!"

"No I’m serious, look." You followed her line of sight towards the kitchen, easily finding the curly blonde locks of, indeed, your 'super hot' neighbor you had rambled about any and every time you talked to F/N.

"..Fuck" you breathed. You couldn't help it really, he wasn't like any guy you had ever seen before, it was like he was a Greek God walking amongst humans. Or an angel sent to Earth. You had never actually spoken to him, just little hesitant waves between you both, you didn't know what you would even say to him if you talked, or if you would be able to. His friend was far more chatty, that was the only reason you knew his name was Bill, because Ted had stopped to talk to you before heading into Bill's house. He told you they had a band, and you should come by sometime to hear them play, an offer you never had the guts to take him up on. Sometimes you really hated being shy, sometimes you really wished you were as outgoing as F/N, the social butterfly..Instead of the goth moth.

"I mean they do clean up pretty ni- Wait, where are you going? We just got here." F/N spoke, quickly catching up with you.

"Home! I only agreed to this because you said no one would know me here!" You stated, almost to the door when.

"Most bodacious neighbor babe!" Ted's voice rang out, causing you to stop just as your hand touched the doorknob.

"Are you already leaving? So not cool" he stated while throwing his arm over your shoulder.

"..Ah.."

"We actually just got here" F/N spoke up, causing you and Ted to look at her, his eyes widening.

"Whoa" he breathed while taking her in.

"You must be Ted" she smiled, before, to your dismay, adding.

"Y/N has told me about you"

"You talked about me?" Ted smiled.

"You and Bill" she added, smiling while you glared at her.

"Bill is here as well, come on! He will be most pleased to see you!" Ted spoke excitedly as he pulled you along, arm still over your shoulder while F/N followed behind. He led you to the kitchen area, calling out to Bill once he spotted him.

"Bill! Look at the bodacious babes that I found" you watched Bill turn around, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled, giving you a wave.

"Neighbor babe" he spoke, though you noticed the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

"Hey Bill" you waved back, trying not to get lost in his hazel gaze.

"Ah this is F/N" you stated, gesturing to your friend who happily waved.

"Very nice to meet the infamous Bill S. Preston" 

"How did you-" 

"F/N isn't this like, your favorite song?" You asked quickly, turning to her as you tried not to murder her. 

"Oh my God it is!" She smiled, before turning to Ted.

"Wanna dance cutie?"

"Most definitely!" He smiled, letting her lead him to the dance floor and giving a thumbs up to Bill, who gave one back.

"They will make a cute couple" you spoke, mainly to yourself, but Bill heard.

"He is her type?" He asked, and you turned to look at him.

"How did Ted say it? Most definitely!" you told him, cracking a smile when he laughed at your impression.

"Hey, you actually do smile" he stated, causing your smile to fall.

"No wait-I didn't-I mean you don't have to smile if you don't want to-it would just be most heinous if you didn't smile-what I mean to say is you have a most beautiful smile" he rambled, the pink growing darker.

"Oh…Thank you" you spoke, your own blush darkening your cheeks.

"Hey, can I ask you something"

"Sure"

"How did your friend know who I was?"

"Oh…I'm not sure" you replied, watching as he nodded, looking off to the side with a slightly sad look on his face, dammit. He looked over at you when he heard you sigh, your eyes trained on the punch bowl.

"I…may have mentioned you in passing" you stated, trying to play it cool, noticing his smile return from the corner of your eye.

"Really?"

"Maybe"

"A most bodacious babe like you?"

"I wouldn't consider myself a bodacious babe" 

"I would" you looked up at him, his eyes shining as he smiled at you, dang it why was his smile so contagious? Looking back at the punch bowl you groaned when another song came on.

"Would it kill them to play Black Sabbath every now and then?" You watched Bill's head snap back to you, having looked out at Ted and your friend.

"What?"

"Or Megadeth? Def Leppard? ACDC? Ratt? Anything!" You stressed, before looking over at Bill, and instantly your blushed darkened even more, because you had never been looked at like that before, not like how you usually look at him.

"Not only are you the most bodacious babe I have ever met, but I'm pretty sure you were the most excellent angel in heaven" he smiled at you, only grinning bigger when you giggled, that was definitely a sound he could get used to.

"Is this where you ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?" You asked.

"Did it?" 

"No, but I did scrape my knees crawling out of hell" you replied, earning a laugh from him this time.

"That was the most excellent comeback"

"Do you maybe-wanna go out sometime?" He asked after a moment, and you swore your heart went into overdrive, your brain telling you to keep your cool.

"Yeah" you nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely" you smiled.

So there it is! Like I said, I definitely need to practice more lol. But yeah idk I think it would be hilarious to see these two with girls like this.

#bill and ted imagines #bill and ted fanfiction #bill and ted #bill s preston esquire/reader #bill s preston esquire x reader #bill s preston esquire #bill preston x reader #bill preston #alex winter

[treasureswordsgirl55]

A little bit talk about Us

Character: Steven Grant / Marc Spector

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Inspired by: Tumblr's Prompt

Mentions: About DID

Warnings ⚠️: Spicy things. Smut fic try. Talk about virginity. Talk about sex. Marc being a little rude with Steven. Post!Moon Knight series. Fluff. Little angst.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I hope you're doing well.

Let me explain this fic... I thought this fic in a different way and it end in this. it would be a smutty fic and... I told my friend a little description about Marc and Steven and end in this fic.

And I've read a prompt about Steven and the reader being both virgin and... I would like to say sorry for everything that you read after this.

It's my poor intent to do a smut fic and if Fanfic's God help me, the second part of this will be smut. I promise.

So sorry to all the smut writers, I've disappointed you.

I hope you like this fic and always, the reblogs and comments are appreciated ❤️

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

- There is something I should tell you - I move away enough to see that they are very nervous. Although his hands hold my waist, bringing me as close to his body as possible, he contradicts his words. I caress him slowly, taking my time to enjoy the softness of his curls between my fingers and imagining that I squeeze them in my hands and feel his agitated breath against my neck, as well as mine while he claims me as his in that bed we shared a long time ago more than five months. As much as any of them brought up the subject of sex, saying that Steven is too polite to talk about it, much less insinuate it, and me being a virgin, it's making it very difficult for me to have him so close and not succumb to my vivid imagination that asks me to calm that strange feeling inside me, that I know only Steven can placate. I focus on him again, on how he leans before the brush of my fingers on his face and I notice his body seems to tremble with fear.

- I hear you - I settle next to him on the bed to listen to him, sitting on my legs but I see that he stirs almost uncomfortable when I get a little closer.

- I don't… - I see how his Adam's apple moves as he swallows hard and he looks away as he looks anywhere but at me. - I never, well you understand me. You know what I mean. I don't… - he gasps like a fish out of water and drops his shoulders as I see the color begin to invade his cheeks – I've never been with anyone. In that aspect.

It takes me a minute to figure out what he's talking about and when I realize his words and how he indicates to both of us, I feel my body tremble with calm.

- Oh. Oh… You talk about that

I bite my lip as I think about how I shouldn't feel good knowing he hadn't been with anyone, besides the fact that I never had and I wouldn't make a fool of myself here if I did something wrong.

But instantly I remember that Marc is also Steven and he was with women...

Marc rolls his eyes and lets out a small curse from his place in consciousness.

- Well, if it makes you calmer to know this, you will be the first for me, if you ever want to do it, because we don't have to do anything now. We're just talking while I caress your hair.

And I try to deny the overwhelming need to hold him even closer at his words.

He lets out a nervous laugh and some of his curls fall onto his forehead, causing me to bite my lip to keep from groaning at how attractive he looks with that easygoing, homely air.

We're both embarrassed enough to say the word "virgin" out loud.

- What if I want? Oh… You have no idea what you provoke in me, in us. You already know about Marc, about me… I've never told you – I smile at his hasty words and Steven walks away a bit, without letting go of the edge of the shirt I'm wearing, one of his shirts - I want to do it. Of course I want to do it with you.

Damn, I thank Osiris for letting us out of there (Marc)

- You seem like you don't know anything about it, Steven. But I know that Marc does know about it.

- It's one thing to know it from a book or a talk and quite another thing to do it, I'm not like Marc. And you know, I lack practice.

I let out a nervous laugh as I walk over and take his hand, lacing our fingers together and giving it a light squeeze.

- Me too, Steven.

Fuck. Shit. We'll give her what she need as soon as she open that beautiful mouth. Let her tell us what she needs and I will kneel in front of her without hesitation. (Marc)

- What difference can there be between the books and that? It is human biology. Playback and stuff. The normal and natural between human beings - says the word "human" as if we were some kind of animal or insect.

- We're human too, Steven.

- I know. I'm sorry but I tend to start mumbling incoherently when I'm nervous.

I'm getting nervous and I'm not the virgin here, Steven. Listen to me well, you are NOT a virgin because I am not. Therefore, if there is someone here who is very nervous besides you, it is her. You have to focus on her. Not on you, hell. She has needs like you and me. Can't you see it? (Marc)

- I know... but I'm not you. Let's see when you understand, Marc – I contain a laugh as soon as I hear him respond to her other identity and pay attention to me again for a second – I'm sorry, Marc doesn't shut up. As do I, apparently.

- Don't worry, he reassures me that ust as nervous as me.

- I have… I have seen things, the politically correct in medical books but I don't really know what to do or how to handle it.

Khonshu, Osiris, Ammit, if you still have a chance to kill me, do it this instant before I throw both of us out the apartment window (Marc)

- I don't really know what to do or where to play either… So we're the same.

- What I am sure of is that I don't think you want to do it with someone who doesn't… know what to do.

There's that insecurity again. I shake my head as I listen to the sounds of cars around us and see the light from the full moon pouring in through the window, almost lighting up the bed completely, dimming the light from the lamp on the small bedside table.

Listen to me for a fucking second Steven, follow my words and nobody here will have a bad experience. Much more her. For you it will be paradise whether you do things well or not, but it will not be the same for her (Marc)

- Maybe, this is not how I imagined this would be, but the only thing I know is that I want to do it with you.

Ask her what she imagined her. Maybe she can enlighten us on what to do to make her feel good with us (Marc)

- What... That you had imagined you?

- To be honest? – Steven nods and sighs before blurting out the words as quickly as possible – Somebody teach me about it. Someone who makes me sigh and makes me forget even my name.

As soon as he finished saying those words, I feel the air around us begin to heat up, as if the room is on fire, and I also hear the air suddenly escape from Steven's mouth, as if he had received a blow to the chest. stomach.

As if my words had surprised him. Or scared.

Oh shit…let me do this, Steven. Leave me or I will take the body against your will. It's my last warning. I need to do this with her. (Marc)

- No. I need it too. - Her voice sounds safe, responding to something that Marc surely murmured in his head - I know I'll be wrong, maybe. Well, it's the safest thing but... I want to do it with you. Whatever I discover or experience, I want it to be with you, honey, but I don't want to hurt you.

Damnit Steve, If you listen to me, follow my instructions and do what I tell you, you will not go wrong. Fuck (Mark)

- I want to make this mistakes, this experience and this discover all this with you, Steven - I get close enough to rest my hands on her chest and feel his tremble under my hands. I let my hands slide slowly down his arms and enjoy the feel of my cool hands against his warm skin.

- Are you sure about this? Otherwise I can let Marc take control… To make it easier for you at least the first time.

That's right, use the brain Steven. Don't let adolescent hormones cloud you and leave this to me, I am the expert in this (Marc)

- No. I want you, not Marc. I love Marc as much as you, but I know that Marc knows everything he does, I even imagine that he has read the Kama Sutra more times than I imagine and than any normal human being could have done it, but I don't want him. I want you.

Don't listen to her Steven, she may be right about the Kama Sutra, but if you don't do things right, you will hurt her a lot and I know that the last thing you want is to hurt her for your pleasure (Marc)

- I do not want to hurt you.

- You will not do it. Trust in me. And will you do me the favor of trying not to listen to Marc?

Don't you dare, Steven. Don't you dare avoid me, not now (Marc)

- And most importantly, don't let him take control when you're inside me, because today I only want you. Are you listening to me?

Something in Steven changes when I say those words, because it seems that his eyes suddenly become brighter, as if he had gained a share of confidence with my statement, but as soon as I realize it, I find myself with my back against the bed and Steven located between my legs as if it were the most common situation in the universe.

And the mere sight of him on top of me makes me feel like melted jelly on the floor.

He gives me a slightly mischievous smile before leaning closer and murmuring against my lips.

- Loud and clear honey, loud and clear.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #moon knight #fanfic writer #steven grant #marvel fanfiction #steven grant fluff #steven grant imagine #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x oc #steven grant x y/n #marc spector fluff #marc spector imagine #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #moon knight x reader #fanfic writing #moon knight disney+ #i write for myself but you can read it too

[thatgirl4815]

I dont know where that bathtub scene would fit cuz they are drinking and sand imo looks really upset so I don't think it could be in the next episode cause they are fine for now and if ray starts rehab or trying to quit sand wouldn't just sit there and drink with him or watch him drink? But idk I'm also curious about sand's love scene with someone else. Having a scene like that be a flashback of sand with his ex would kinda? But sand being with someone else while he is with ray? Even if they have a fight. So many doubts lol

I've been rewatching the clip in both the trailer and the MV and I'm struggling to discern Sand's emotions, because he's not smiling, but he also doesn't look devastated. I also don't see how Sand would perpetuate Ray's drinking when Ray is going to rehab. This scene could be in Ep10 before Sand brings up the rehab thing.

I don't think Sand would be with someone else while he's with Ray. Sand has vocalized many times that he is opposed to cheating, both when it came to Ray with Mew and with his own relationship history. My theory at the moment is that we'll get a flashback with Sand and the ex, who for the moment I am assuming is Boeing. I think a flashback only really makes sense if it's prompted by seeing Boeing again.

Random idea that could connect all of this together: Sand and Ray go out somewhere, Boeing is there and Sand gets upset and wants to leave. They go back to Sand's place, *bathtub scene*, and this is where the flashback happens as Sand is thinking about his history with Boeing and the Top/Boeing drama that went down. It could also explain why Sand looks a little forlorn in the bathtub.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #sandray #raysand #sanray #raysan #boeing #only friends sand #only friends theories #only friends predictions #ask #only friends ask

[ashes-writing]

a i r p o r t reunion | csi vegas ; g.sanders

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 - 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

↪ summary

--- you run into former classmate/crush/neighbor down the street in Greg Sanders inside a California airport, all grown up. Old feelings pop up all over again.[ future glimpse of a fic I'm dying to write at some point tbh ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- actress!female reader x Greg Sanders - CSI Vegas.

↪ warnings

--- Reader is/will be heavily characterized in future works. I've kept her vague here because this is me 'testing the waters' with this little idea. Flirting and innuendo, former crushes meeting again.

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“Flight 22 to Las Vegas has been cancelled.”

The announcement has you laughing to yourself quietly and this prompts the handsome man sitting to your left to glance up from the magazine in his hand. When you realize he’s the same man who wrote Sin City Secrets, the book you happen to have just closed, you gape at him for a second or two. You’re so caught up in staring that you forget to actually put said book away.

It surprises you when he speaks up, but the first thing out of his mouth isn’t the fact that he’s written the book, it’s to introduce himself and shrug a little. “Doesn’t look like we’re getting out of here today.”

He looks vaguely familiar and suddenly, it hits you. “Greg? Wait… Greg Sanders, right? From San Gabriel?”

He raises a brow but he nods.

You laugh softly. “I lived down the street from your grandparents. The big house on the end of the street with the iron gates?”

Greg quickly remembers and he nearly chokes on air as he takes a better look at you. “___? You were heading to Las Vegas too? It’s a small world, huh?”

You’re laughing again as you nod. But then the laughter dies away and you take a deep breath. “Yeah, I just… Like, I wanna get away from California for a while. I just bought a little house out in the desert, it’s great.”

Greg’s hand raises and settles across the back of his head because he’s starting to remember you a lot better now. He remembers that your mother was some kind of actress but she’d never gotten very far. He remembers the fact that she pushed you into modeling and acting and he definitely remembers that you never seemed very happy doing either thing, especially when your big break during your senior year took you out of school for most of it, causing you to miss prom.

He’s surprised you remember him at all because it’s not as if the two of you ever ran in the same circles back then, despite his grandmother always trying to push the two of you together, despite your mother’s disdain.

The last that he remembers, you’ve actually gone on to reach C-List scream queen status on the horror scene, you’d gotten big enough to be rumored as having a stalker a year ago.

What further surprises him is when he glances down after finally managing to tear his eyes out of yours and he sees the book he wrote about the Mafia presence in old Las Vegas sitting in your lap.

You can feel it when his gaze settles on the book in your lap and you know you’re blushing. You also know that sitting around idle isn’t getting either of you a hotel room for the night, but you haven’t seen him in so long and you just can’t walk away now that you’re seeing him again.

“Y’know it’s only a 5 hour drive to Las Vegas.”

“And the weather isn’t that bad.” you mutter, lost in the warmth of his eyes. If you thought he was dreamy back in high school, he’s ten times that now. Gone is the cute but oh so awkward and shy self professed ‘nerdy’ boy next door and he’s been replaced with a ruggedly handsome man.

You’ve both stood at the same time. When your stomach growls, Greg does something that surprises even him, offering an arm to you as he nods to the bar and grill across the airport lobby. You smile and your cheeks burn even hotter as you slip your arm through his and let him lead you across the lobby, into the bar and grill.

A few seconds later, after being seated at the very back of the place, the two of you are talking and having martinis. Catching up on life and he’s just so easy to talk to. The subject of your most recent ‘series’ of movies comes up and you tense just a little.

“Yeah, they’re putting a hold on filming, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” Greg questions. He notes the tension that filled your body. Your next statement explains it for the most part. “The director and my manager aren’t happy about it, my manager is trying to get me to do some stupid fucking movie while plans are on hold. Patrick, the guy who played Brandon, he’s causing a hold up because..”  you laugh softly and sigh, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, “Well, it’s true when they say never date your costar.. We were dating and then I caught him screwing some dancer from the club he always hung out at in our apartment, so now here I am.. Brandon’s manager is trying to make a scene, he’s trying to get me replaced or written out of the last two movies.”

Greg winces and shakes his head.

“I’m just glad I wasn’t stupid enough to actually go through with marrying the guy.” you give this cute little sheepish laugh. The waitress brings your food out and Greg rubs his hands together, picking up his burger to take a big bite and the action causes you to watch his mouth helplessly.

Greg can feel you staring and he puts down the burger, staring right back at you. “It’s been great to see you again, it really has. I mean… Aside from your movies.”

What he doesn’t say out loud is that he’s seen all of them, the first one was at his Nana Olaf’s insistence, which was a surprise for him because his grandmother never typically watches ‘horror’. The rest were because he wanted to watch them.

Maybe it was because you were in them and seeing you on screen made him remember the few times you’d bump into each other late at night down at the park near his house. You were one of the few who was nicer to him back then and he always felt… Something.

“You watched them?” you nearly choke on the bite you’ve taken. “Your book is amazing. Are you a writer now?” you ask, curious. He laughs and shakes his head. “On the side, I guess. I work with Las Vegas PD. I’m in the Forensics Lab.”

“Oh. Oh wow.” you laugh softly and the more you think about it, the more it suits him, the more it tracks with his interests back then.

You know entirely too much about him thanks to a recent run in with his grandmother when you went home for your mother’s funeral not so long ago. She left out the fact that he wrote a book on Mafia history, of course.

Then it hits you and you laugh. And you have to tell him.

“Your grandmother told me I’d run into you soon.”

Greg chuckles, taking a bite of his food. “Oh she did, huh? Yeah, she mentioned seeing you last year. Sorry about your mom.”

You sigh and nod. “Yeah. There was a lot of… Stuff there.” you take a bite of your salad and gaze longingly at the burger in his hands and you must have been doing it hard enough that Greg notices, because he holds it out to you. You shake your head No politely, try to beg off. “If I even breathe it in, I’ll gain weight.”

“Oh come on!”

“Okay, alright.” you take the burger and take a bite, groaning as actual flavor burst to life in your mouth. Greg gives a satisfied smirk.

And then one of you notices the time. After you argue a little over the bill for food and drinks and you manage to sweet talk him into at least letting you pay for your half, you wind up walking down to the car rental kiosk together, falling into easy conversation the entire time.

You’re beyond tempted to ask if he just wants to share a car, but at the same time, you’re afraid to and you keep telling yourself surely he has someone waiting. You’ve resigned yourself to the chance meeting being just that as you pocket your keys to the sleek sports car you’ve rented for yourself and you’re starting to walk out of the airport, but Greg catches up to you and taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey, since you’re in Vegas now… I could show you around sometime? I mean… if you want me to.” Greg offers and you smile, nodding.

“I’d really like that. Your girlfriend or wife.. She’s not gonna mind?” -it’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer and you know it. He chuckles and smiles at you. “I’m single, actually.”

You won’t even begin to unpack the wave of relief that washes over you or the feeling that accompanies it, that for the first time in your adult life, things seem to be falling into place and you don’t feel lost or helpless -like your life is going in a direction that you don’t choose it to go or want it to go.

It just feels right.

You wind up standing in the parking lot talking to each other for at least another hour until one of you points out the fact that it’s nearing nightfall.

And you don’t want to say goodbye, but you know you have to.

“Hey..” you ask, holding out his book to him with a cute little smile, “Do you mind signing this? And maybe writing your number in it?”

Greg chuckles and his cheeks feel like they’re on fire but he takes the pen and the book from your hands and signs it, writing his cell number inside as you asked.

“Hey,” he’s digging through his pockets until he finds a crumbled napkin left over from the bar and grill you’ve both just eaten at. “Can you sign that and maybe writing your number on it?”

You giggle and glance up at him, head tilted slightly as you lick your lips. “I don’t mind at all.”

You write your name and number down and after a few seconds during which the two of you just stand and stare at each other in total silence, Greg speaks up again. “It’s uh… It’s getting late. I have work tomorrow night, I should really get going.”

“Same. I just.. Nevermind. I’ll see you around, Greg. It was nice to see you again, it really was. I can’t wait for you to show me around.” you smile when you say it, because him showing you around Vegas is probably the first thing you’ve looked forward to in over a year now.

Everything else has been going through the motions.

“See you then.” Greg smiles and as you walk towards the little sports car you chose to rent, he leans against the light pole and watches you.

“I doubt she’d go for me anyway.” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he watches you drive away, the encounter over but not forgotten. Somehow he knows deep down that seeing you again is going to be hard to forget about anytime soon.

And he really, really doesn’t want tonight to be the last time he sees you.

#greg sanders #greg sanders imagine #greg sanders fanfiction #greg sanders x fem!reader #greg sanders x fem!reader imagine #greg sanders x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. #-> female reader - vague here but heavily characterized OC in future works. female parts barely mentioned here. reader is female though. #<- fall into fall 2022 writing

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @zeroducks-2, thanks love 💕💕 Sorry it took me so long to answer -3-

How many works do you have on AO3? It's 44 (+1 unrevealed)! And 19 of that are DC fics

What’s your total A03 word count? 163,947 I need to post more on ao3, huh

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly DC rn, tho I have a few fics for COD

What are your top five fics by kudos? on this account all of those are bakudeku because I've been very deep in the fandom until last year lmao so I'm going to cheat a little :3 and list the ones from DC fandom to self-promote myself a little 😂

1. taking a break (alone, please) at 345! I'm really happy with that and quite surprised because it's the very first proper sladick fic I wrote! Dick gets hurt during a mission so Slade takes him somewhere to take care of the wound and maybe have a little fun while he's at that. The only problem is that Dick's comm gets turned on at some point.

2. unexpectedly beneficial at 289. This is surprise since it's a New Year fic and those, in my experience, never get that much kudso lmao It's also my second fic! Dick's stuck at Brucie's New Year Eve's party. Slade comes over to keep him company

3. bunny-shaped trouble at 230 kudos, the idea came from Claudia who sent me a prompt 💕 Dick gets turned into a bunny and takes the opportunity to annoy the hell out of Slade

4. persistence at 219! This was my entry for sladerobin week and for some reason I was very anxious so I'm glad its so high in the ranks Dick goes on an undercover mission, where he has to seduce the target. Slade isn't very happy about that.

5. conflict resolution at 217 kudos! It's the first part of the series and well, let's be honest, compared to the rest (that is posted here on tumblr now, im working on it to post it properly on ao3) it isn't very exciting but I still love it and I'm happy it's so high as well! King Slade Wilson offers the way to stop the war between Gotham and Defiance. He will stop the attacks if prince Richard becomes his royal consort.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I always do!! Sometimes it just takes me longer (like rn oops) but I always make sure to respond to comments and show people how much I appreciate them taking the moment to share their thoughts with me 💕💕

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's definitely keeping what's mine because Dick is having awful time in this one, to the point that I tagged it as hurt/no comfort because well, Dick is hurt and doesnt get any comfort. I mean, he kind of does? But it doesnt actually comfort him so yeah 😂

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I write a lot of fluff so this is actually a very difficult question lmao but I would say it's (not) willing to share which is a short domestic fluff. And Dick has a cat so that's very happy for me haha

Do you get hate on your fic? I do not, actually! And I'm a little surprised by it because sladick and batkids ships gets hated on a lot

Do you write smut? More and more lately

Do you write crossovers? Not really right now, no

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Thankfully no or at least I dont know about it lol

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic? Not yet but I think it would be really fun!

What‘s your all-time favourite ship? I have one of those for every fandom I'm in lmao and right now it's sladick

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Gosh, don't say that lmao! Buut *looks quickly through the list of my wips* probably the one I named "the middle of the night" which is like,,, undercover mision identity porn masquerade ball sladick story that Im very exciting about but for some reason I just keep moving it down on my list of wips sooo... yeah. Maybe cause masquerade balls need a lot of dance descriptions and I suck at that lmao

What’s your writing strengths? Writing dialogue! I like it a lot and I've been told I'm good at it :3

What’s your writing weaknesses? Actually sitting down to start writing 😂 and more complicated descriptions like fights or dances and stuff like that, I'm still working on it

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I like it a lot actually but not if there's too much of it - just a few sentences are enough or just a few words thrown here and there, and there needs to be translation somewhere in the fic, in the notes or something because people should know what the characters are saying but yeah, I like how it directly shows that someone is speaking in another language instead of writing "he cursed in russian" or other stuff like that

First fandom you wrote for? *hides my face into my hands* Strawberry Shortcake probably... from when I was still a babey...

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? sun and sunflower, a little brudick story about Bruce being smitten and a coward

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