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moonstruckme · 11 days

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a thought:

reader is literally so grouchy and bratty and tired and is accidentally snapping at (whoever u want) and thennn they take initiative to casual dominance her to take a nap after some tea and it’s just so crazy fluffy!!!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: d/s dynamics

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

You’d claimed to want to read with Remus on the couch, but you keep huffing like your book is your least favorite thing in the world. Remus wraps a hand around your thigh, rubbing a slow back and forth with his thumb in an attempt to pacify you. He knows precisely what this mood is about.

“Ugh, this construction noise is the worst!” You glare out the window as if hoping the men across the street will see.

“Why don’t you use my headphones and try to have a nap, dove,” Remus suggests mildly. “You didn’t get much sleep last night, sounds like it’s catching up to you.”

You bristle at the implication. “I’m not tired, I’m just sick of this. Nobody asked for the road to be redone. It was perfectly fine before.”

Remus shoots you a sideways look. The road outside your house was riddled with potholes, and you both know it. If you were in a better mood, you’d be baking cookies for the construction workers to thank them.

You ignore it, huffing again. “I’m gonna get some dinner,” you say, setting your book down roughly as you stand.

“Last night’s leftovers are in the fridge.”

“Don’t feel like those.”

Remus gives your bum a light swat through your sweatpants as you go by. “Eat something real,” he warns.

You make a vexed harrumphing sound. He chooses not to hear it.

What he does hear, less than a minute later, is popcorn popping in the microwave. Remus sighs through his nose, tenting his book on the coffee table and pursuing you into the kitchen. You don’t turn around as his footsteps approach.

“Dove.” Remus takes your hips, turning you manually. “That’s not a real dinner.”

You shrug, obstinate. Your stare looks like you’re itching for a fight. “It’s what I feel like.”

“You haven’t had anything with a vegetable in it all day. You need to pick something else.”

You roll your eyes, turning back around. Ignoring him. Remus hits the button to shut off the microwave.

You spin back around, eyes flashing. “You can’t—”

“That’s enough.” He takes your jaw in his hand, your chin resting at the apex of his thumb and forefinger. “You’re being a brat,” he says in a low, steady voice, “because you’re sleepy and probably because you haven’t eaten a real meal since yesterday. That stops now. You’re going to eat the dinner you made yesterday, which you liked, and then go have a nap. Understand?”

Remus isn’t really irritated with you. You’re being unruly, sure, but these moods always end once you get what you’re looking for from him. Now he’s given you it, you’ll calm down.

It’s fucking precious, the way your temper melts away under his hard gaze. Your eyes round out and your head sits heavier in his hand, remorse finding its way into your expression.

“Sorry,” you say, tone about ten degrees milder than it had just been.

Remus rolls his eyes at you, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “I know, darling. You can still make it up to me. Heat up those leftovers, okay?”

You hum, and he lets you go, kissing the hill of your cheek.

A minute later, you join him in the living room, curling up next to him on the couch while you eat and he reads. Your posture is already less rigid, the both of you enveloped in companionable silence and the smell of warm food. Your fork clinks as you set your plate down on the coffee table, and when you don’t get up to go to bed, Remus looks over at you. Your eyes are already on him, a question in them.

He fights to repress the smile that curves his lips. “What?”

“Can I sleep here?” you ask hopefully. “Would it distract you if I put my head on your lap?”

Remus coos. “No, sweetheart, of course you can.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, though you’re already lying down, him uncrossing his legs to make his lap more comfortable for you. “You’re not still mad at me?”

He tsks, petting your hair while you get comfortable. “I’m not. Wanna know a secret?”

You hum, eyes already closing.

“I’m never really mad at you, dove.”

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greatgigintheskiess · 1 year

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Here's a lil peek of me being productive :3

#writers on tumblr #writerslife #my friend said this looks very ~aesthetic~ lol #writing on december evenings with hot tea and cookies is the most beautiful thing there is :D #i'm motivated #and productive #hell yeah!#working on my wip 👀

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cxffecoupx · 11 days

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hyper/calm dynamics

seventeen × gn reader silly ot13, absolutely unserious warnings: none, only goofy svt word count: 413 author's notes: this was a very unserious thought that came to my mind😭 may or may not have been thought of while watching business proposal videos... might just end up making a 'silly svt series' where i do more of such stuff. also, although i mention the term 'gf' here, it's just for the presentation; i've tried my best to make it gn!! i hope you like it :)

hyper gf, calm bf seungcheol, wonwoo, woozi

aka sunshine and sunshine protector. this is such a funny thought in my head like i can see their partner being so bubbly and bouncy and the boys just stand by, smiling awkwardly. they're probably like, holding a leash thats connected to their s/o in order to keep them within sight. dont join in on their s/o's antics, but very supportive from the sidelines, probably silently cheering them up. they may not match their partner's energies, but never question their love for them.

calm gf, hyper bf junhui, seokmin, mingyu, chan

literally the opposite. the boys giving absolute second hand embarrassment while their s/o's just there like 'baby i'm not even here'. boyfriend who? but, during rare occasions, the partners might just match the boys' energies; it's hard to not have them rub off on you. the inverse of the previous sunshine and sunshine protector. partner looks at their bf like he hung up the stars and moon and the whole universe.

calm gf, calm bf jeonghan, minghao, hansol

they just exude this peaceful vibe yk. you could join them at any moment and just... exist. tea party vibes fr like some tea, sweet cookies, gentle gossiping. dont have much energy for extraordinary stuff. they're both just happy to be there, with each other. others might find them too underwhelming, but they understand each other well enough. their love language is gentle loving.

hyper gf, hyper bf soonyoung

CHAOS personified. trouble, trouble and trouble yet again. if you think you can control this couple, you're WRONG. horanghae and horanghae enthusiast. match each other's energy to a level that is genuinely concerning (and lowkey terrifying). they're so chaotic it even drains the energy out of others with them. the calm ones are just purely afraid of them. not to worry tho, they do it out of love and love only. hold so much love for each other and everyone else its cute🤧

option d: all of the above jisoo, seungkwan

cant really pinpoint what they'd be cause their energy is all over the place. one thing for sure though, their partners definitely match their freak. i can just see it. if they're calm, they're calm together. if they're chaotic, they rain hellfire on everyone else. everyone prays they remain peaceful because it's hard to manage them otherwise. but no one can say for sure. they could wake up one day and collectively choose violence.

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noellefan101 · 6 months

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Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

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painsandconfusion · 1 year

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Forced Comfort

Because who doesn't like a little bit of intimate whumper vibes?

[Prompt Masterpost]

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket. The soft fabric hides the fact that their hands are still bound behind their back.

Gentle fingers brushing the hair from Whumpee’s face - carefully peeling it back through the sheen of sweat that’s left.

“Shhh…you’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you anymore..”

Kissing tears from the corners of Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper keeping Whumpee sedated between sessions to 'help them cope'.

“Hold still- hold still or I’ll start again.”

Pinning a squirming Whumpee in an embrace. Grip tightening the more they struggle.

Whumpee being so tired. So so so very tired. They can’t help but lean into the gentle touch.

Whumper ignoring every shiver and twitch that accompanies the gentle pets they give their broken toy.

“Nnnnono-sst…d-on’ t ouchme-!”

Whumpee thrashing to the point of hyperventilation as Whumper wraps them up in blankets. The panic in their eyes ever so slowly fading as they realize they’re not being hurt anymore.

Whumpee desperately not trying to lean into it or accept the comfort. They don’t want it from them - don’t want to melt into the hands that ripped screams from them just a few minute before. But they need something. And Whumper knows it.

“Look at you. Pathetic little thing~”

Shoving Whumpee into a bath to trigger some kind of calming response. Whumpee just thinks they’re going to be drowned. …….maybe they will be. Just a little bit.

Whumper combing a hand through Whumpee’s hair - soft and rhythmic and sweet - as they carve into Whumpee.

“Shhh..just focus on me. Don’t look at it- just look at me. Listen to my voice. You’re doing so good, little one.”

Kisses peppering over Whumpee’s cheeks, lips, forehead, brows, jaw, etc as their face puckers up, trying to twist away.

A hug that looks gentle until you notice Whumper’s hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair. Keeping them exactly in place.

“Don’ don t t-ouch me- STOP-”

Drugging Whumpee to ‘help with the nerves’. Watching their panicked sobs slowly peter out into nothing as they stare miserably at their captor.

“Make the most of this. We start again in the morning.”

[Prompt Masterpost]

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @a-galactic-fox @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @hold-back-on-the-comfort @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @yetanotheraltwhumpblog @whump-queen @a-whumped-tea @whumpsday @sonder35 @scribbelle)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

#torture #blood #forced comfort #intimate whumper #noncon touch #noncon kiss #drugging #prompt list #whump prompts #whump tropes #whump #conditioned whumpee #conditioning #good old stockholm syndrome sets in

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redflagshipwriter · 3 months

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Hot Ghouls in your area 7

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Chapter 7

…Jason slowly put down the book and turned it cover up, shell-shocked from that interaction. He lifted his phone and took a photo. He sent it to Roy.

“What do you see?” He typed. Jason bit his lower lip and tried not to scowl while he waited for a response.

It wasn’t that Jason was unused to conflict. Jason was great at conflict. He won every conflict! (Almost.) But what the hell had this shit been? Why had that guy been so pissy about the book? What the hell was wrong with the book that Jason didn’t see?

“Gibberish?” Roy texted back a few minutes later. “It gives the impression of wonky Cyrillic to me. But it's got a terrible energy to it. The hell is that?”

Jason looked at the cover. To his eyes, there was a serif font declaring it Sense and Sensibility Universe D version 5.

“Thanks,” he sent, ignoring the question and then the barrage of heart emojis. Shit, okay.

That answered one question. But it didn't answer enough. What the fuck had that college kid been seeing that was so offensive?

‘And why'd he think we would meet again?’

Jason pushed deep, deep down any awareness that he hoped it was true. That had been weird enough that it would bother him forever if he didn’t get answers.

He sort of hated the idea of getting his nosy family involved, but they would ask different and in some ways, less annoying questions than other groups he could poll. They'd know not to lie to him, at least. So he sent the picture on to the family group chat with the same question and grimly finished his tea.

The elderly proprietor came out then and noticed that her other customer was gone. She looked confused for a moment, scanning the seat to see if his book bag was still there. She picked up the cash he'd left on the table and then started stacking dishes.

‘He’s a regular,’ Jason guessed, honing in on the opportunity to learn more. He flipped the book open but held the apparently offensive cover down towards the table, out of her line of sight. He needed to know what had gone so wrong. Jason wasn’t normally the kind of person that cute college kids had beef with.

He'd never been in this café before, his intuition had just told him to duck inside.

“I think he forgot something,” Jason offered casually, pretending to just look up from his book. “Ran out real quick in a panic.”

The lady let out a soft “Ahhh,” of comprehension. “Something for his afternoon class, perhaps,” she agreed, looking a little happier.

“Yeah, it looked like he was getting ready to settle in for a long study session and then he bolted,” Jason lied, watching her underneath his lashes. He had been paying a little more attention than he ought to when the guy came in. He was Jason’s type, aside from the thing where he’d hated Jason’s face for no apparent reason-

‘No, actually, everyone I’ve ever been into hated me on sight.’

Ouch. As Jason digested that embarrassing truth, the owner continued talking.

“He does that,” she agreed, apparently not thinking it was odd at all for them to talk about the habits of another customer. “Tuesdays and Thursdays. He's a sharp cookie, did you know that?” She continued, and oh, she had halfway adopted this college kid, huh? There was warmth and a hint of pride in her tone.

Jason valiantly swallowed the snort. “He looks familiar, but I don't think we have classes together,” he fished.

“Mm, he's doing some kind of math and engineering,” the lady helpfully supplied. She gave Jason her full attention as she stood up from the table. “And you?”

“Modern language and literature,” Jason said, and sort of wished it was true. He didn't really have the time. Did he? Spoiler was a full-time student, wasn't she? …Huh.

While he chewed that over, the lady had drifted a couple steps closer.

“...Those are two meaningfully different courses?”

“Modern language is learning additional languages, I'm doing Russian and Greek right now,” Jason lied easily. He was fluent in both already. “Literature is mostly classics, for my purposes. I'm focusing on Regency Lit.”

She looked very interested, but she detoured away to deposit the dirty dishes behind the counter. They kept up a light conversation about books as she wiped off the table and reset for the next customer.

When she left, he finally had the chance to check his messages. There was a full-on fight in the group chat. The last message was from Stephanie. She had tagged him and asked, “Is this an optical illusion??? Like that dress?”

Ah, fuck. Jason felt a rock settle in his stomach at the confirmation that something hinky was going on.

‘I can’t read this in public if it’s saying something I can’t control or even know.’

Fucking hell. Jason scrolled back up and checked. Damian listed the correct title. Dick saw what, ‘I thought was Greek at first.’ Stephanie might have been joking but she argued vigorously that it was pictographs that started with a bird. Drake had sent “You rediscovered Minoan Linear A? Cool.” and then not participated in any follow-up discussions. Duke had sent only a stream of confused and tearful emojis.

Cass had marked it read.

“Fair enough, I guess,” Jason muttered to himself. Resentfully he put the book back in his bag.

What had that guy seen? If he’d just seen something foreign but illegible he wouldn’t have gotten so pissy about it. And who the hell had he been, anyway? Why was he so special?

Well. That was something to do with his afternoon. Jason paid up his bill and gave Phyllis his well-wishes for her doctor’s appointment tomorrow on the way out. Phyllis was a good contact, he would definitely come back for more of her jasmine tea no matter how mad that guy got at him.

…Jason really needed a name.

And found…

He headed to Gotham University and used the student computers to look up departments and then hack into the registrar. Jason flipped through photos until he found his guy: Danny Fenton, 19, sophomore double-major in the Engineering department. Good grades, no notes on his account about academic dishonesty or conflict.

'Little weird to meet two Dannys in a 24 hour period.'

Jason searched the guy online and found…

He let his mouth drop open in disbelief at the batshit insane website design he had stumbled into. The Fenton family had a website, apparently, and they had maybe let a 7 year old design it in 2008. The colors… The lack of centering… The.. the neon choices.

His eyes watered. It took a while to fight down his aesthetic grief and actually start comprehending the text.

He had expected this to be like, an online family newsletter. And it was! The link he had followed detailed “Danno going to college in the big city!!!” The boy himself looked extremely resigned in the attached photo. Seriously, Jason had seen much less mortified mugshots. The thing was, that on the same page, alongside posts about other kids going college (Jazzypants!) and someone called Alicia recovering from “supergout!” with "her eight favorite toes remaining!!!", there was also a lot of mention of ghosts.

Like, a lot.

Jason scrolled in pained disbelief. There were photos that showed extremely weird and dismayed green people obviously flinching away from a camera. A beautiful green woman with her hair halfway over her face snarled through a flood of smoke under the title “Wishywish Ghostie Interviewed: Learn what drives her generous heart!” and an ugly robot motherfucker was seen fleeing under the caption, “Skalker indicates that spook is a GHOST SLUR!”

….Was it a shit post? Just one long shitpost? It had to be a joke site.

Well. No. Jason buried his face in his hands and came to terms with the horrible fact that not only were ghosts real, he was accidentally married to one and this bombastic midwestern family already knew about it. This was his best lead for getting that 'beyond death do you part' separation.

They had been blasting the existence of ghosts for all the world to read, and it hadn’t been news. The Justice League didn’t know about this whole society. The journalism done by– Jason lifted his head to check– Jack Fenton interviewing clearly very unwilling ghosts was the only primary source that he knew of.

He took a few deep breaths. He came to terms with grief. He decided to block his family from any further involvement in this shitshow, for what remained of his dignity. And he grimly noted down Jack Fenton’s email.

Jason cleared this history and closed down his tabs, feeling a decade older than he had when he had entered the library. He ignored the sultry ‘come talk to me’ eye contact that the student worker was shooting him from behind the counter as he slouched out.

He stopped for a moment on top of the stairs to watch campus move. He saw the theatre building and the modern language headquarters from his vantage point, along with about half of the student center. There was just a trickle of foot traffic between buildings along paved paths. A few people were hanging out on blankets in the grass. An old man in a suit was taking a phone call next to a crawling rose garden.

‘Maybe I should go to school.’

Well. After this shit was sorted out. Obviously he could not go to school before he got divorced. It would be torturous to hang out with cute boys his age and be committed to some hot dead mermaid who didn’t even wanna make out with him sloppy. Loser shit on absolutely every level, goddamn.

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and jogged down the stairs. He kept an eye out for Danny, but had no luck.

Not that he cared. It was interesting that he had a lead: Danny clearly had some connection to ghosts, and he had been able to read…

‘Maybe he realized it was a ghost’s property and he thought I stole it?’ Jason realized in a stroke of inspiration. That made more sense. If he knew enough to recognize it as ghost language or whatever, then he might have felt affronted about Jason having it.

He went through his mental checklist to pick out what he did and didn’t know. Once he felt he had a hang on his priorities, he beelined to his own laptop in his favorite safehouse and started looking into the Fentons in more depth.

It was a great lead. It was suspiciously good, in fact, he thought as he found Jack Fenton’s online family newsletter again. What were the odds that he would run into Danny Fenton in a cafe that Jason had never even been in before? It had been a total fluke that he’d entered. He’d been walking past to a favorite place and then just had the urge to try the dark little family cafe.

‘…Ah, fuck’, Jason sighed. More ghost shit. It had to be. Something about Danny Fenton’s ghost shit had registered to him now that he’d been exposed to ghost central.

#red hot ghouls #dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main

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i23kazu · 9 months

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GENSHIN MEN & THEIR STARBUCKS ORDERS .

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette scaramouche alhaitham kaveh & gn!reader genre. fluff. crack. if you get the reference from the first three categories, u get a kiss on the head n a cookie an. thought this would be haha funny. please laugh | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

i'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino made with skimmed milk, no whipped cream. please, put that in a grande cup? but use the same amount of coffee you would put into a tall. that way there's about an extra inch of room on top – to stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee, at all.

CHILDE, kaveh, kaeya. (you.)

i'll have a tea. just... tea? (you look at him quizzically.)

ZHONGLI, xiao, diluc, neuvillette, alhaitham.

he'll have your green darjeeling tea, which i'm sure you know cannot be steeped for more than ninety five seconds.

KAVEH. (also you.)

gets a black coffee. doesn't tell the barista his name / gives the barista a fake name to use.

SCARAMOUCHE, xiao, alhaitham.

doesn't actually go to get coffee. believes in not being able to sleep, yadda yadda.

NEUVILLETTE.

is lactose intolerant (accepted it bc of you)

SCARAMOUCHE. xiao. alhaitham. neuvillette.

is lactose intolerant, but doesn't care. #yolo #needsahuglater

KAVEH, childe.

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copperbadge · 7 months

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[ID: A wooden bar in front of a window, looking out on the sidewalk; sitting on the bar are a paper cup of tea, a plate with a large cookie on it, and a pair of (discolored, don't judge me, life is hard) earbuds. It looks like a lovely weekend morning snack.]

There's a new coffee shop in my neighborhood, and I've been meaning to check it out for a while since it looked like it had a lot of good places to sit and work, and while I love going to the library to work on weekends, the study rooms there are super booked full right now. I thought I'd see how I did sitting at the "window bar" and it turns out it's great! I'm not super enamored of the macaroon I got (it's fine, just nothing special) and not a coffee drinker so can't judge that, but the tea and the ambiance are both excellent.

But also like. In the first forty-five minutes of sitting at the bar in the window, I encountered a friend who lives in the neighborhood passing by, a friend who does NOT live in the neighborhood but was down here for the farmer's market and came in to get a coffee, and also a total stranger from Rome who saw me in my AS Roma jacket and came over to introduce himself because he was so stunned to see a Roma fan in Chicago.

Him: Excuse me? I'm from Rome, and I can't believe I see a Roma logo --

Me: AH! DAJE ROMA!

Him: *HUGE BEAM* OH YOU ARE A ROMANIST!

He had thought I might not know what I was wearing, and was so pleased to meet an actual fan. He ended up asking for a selfie with me because his friends didn't believe he'd found an AS Roma fan in midwestern America. :D So I've just blown the minds of a couple of Romanisti, and also got a nice compliment on both my taste in football teams and my pronunciation of Daje (dai-yay!) Roma.

I do love my neighborhood. Sometimes I think I should sell up and move out far enough to be able to afford a real house with a yard and get rid of all the stress that comes with living in a crowded downtown city center, but then I spend a morning out in the South Loop and remember why I put up with all that.

#chicago #south loop #food

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Flufftober you say?? Barbatos is untaken you say??? Can I request MC taking care of him? The entirety of my mental, physical, and spiritual needs can be fulfilled by thinking of pampering the butler. Bonus points for him being kinda awkward and not knowing how to deal with it but very much liking it.

Helloooo!!

AH yes I loved this request so much lol. I am the exact same way, I want to take CARE of that BUTLER.

This one ended up a little longer than it should've because I am a fan of this scenario and got carried away. I can't help it, Barb needs to be pampered more.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

There weren't often days when Barbatos felt tired. He was reliably capable, always on top of everything that needed his attention. He kept things running smoothly, maintaining the Demon Lord's Castle, taking care of Diavolo, and ensuring that the work that needed to be done was completed.

Barbatos did it all day in and day out, never once showing his fatigue, never once faltering. Whenever Lord Diavolo needed him, he was there. Whenever any of his friends needed him, he was prepared. Barbatos was ready to step in at any time, for any reason.

And then there was you. How could a human like yourself see through so much of his mask? The knowing looks you sometimes cast his way let him know that you were aware of how much he worked.

Most of the time, Barbatos was able to redirect you any time you suggested he should take a break. You sometimes offered to do things for him and he would sometimes agree, letting you take care of minor things. It was a tactic to distract you, a way to let you feel like you were helping without giving you too much to do.

So when you arrived unannounced at the castle one evening, Barbatos was prepared to give you some menial task, something that needed doing, but that would essentially keep you out of his way.

You shocked him by calling him out on it.

"Not tonight," you said, arms folded, watching his face. "I'm not going to let you distract me this time. Did you think I didn't notice how you looked at RAD today? If you were anyone else, you would've been falling asleep in your seat."

Barbatos blushed and closed his eyes. "Forgive me, MC-"

"Don't even start with that," you said. "It's okay to be tired, you know. But you've been pushing yourself too hard lately. And I know exactly what you need."

Barbatos opened his eyes again, but his frown deepened. "What did you have in mind?"

You took his hands and smiled. Barbatos felt his heart flutter at the look in your eyes. Even though he was a little apprehensive about where this was going, he allowed you to lead him to his own room. He was a little surprised that you seemed to know exactly where it was. When had the castle become so familiar to you?

"Just wait here," you said, pushing him down gently so he was sitting on the edge of his bed.

You hurried away as Barbatos folded his hands in his lap. He kept his gaze on the large window, watching the treetops swaying in a gentle breeze while he waited for you.

Barbatos thought about how you knew the exact route to his room. Had you truly been here enough times to know its location so easily? Memories of your presence in the castle flooded his mind. You did come here frequently. Often enough that he couldn't quite pinpoint when you had become so familiar - not just with the castle, but with him, too. Enough to know when he was truly tired, a state he did his utmost to hide from everyone.

When you returned, you had Little D No 2 with you, following along at your heels. Even the Little Ds trusted you enough to simply do as you asked them. Little D No 2 was carrying a tray of tea and cookies.

You were carrying what appeared to be a plastic bucket full of water. Where you had obtained such a thing, he couldn't be sure, but Barbatos was on his feet in an instant, ready to help you with it.

"No, you sit back down!" you said.

Barbatos immediately sat back down. He closed his eyes and blushed again. He wasn't sure why he was so inclined to listen to your command without question.

You brought the bucket over to where he was sitting and he noticed a cord trailing off the end of it.

"What is this, MC?" he asked tentatively.

"It's a foot spa," you said happily. "I borrowed it from Asmo."

Barbatos watched as you plugged in the little plastic bucket full of water. You took the tray from Little D No 2 and put it on the bedside table.

"Thanks, No 2," you said, patting him. "You can go now."

No 2 saluted you and scurried out of the room.

Barbatos continued to watch as you knelt before him, next to the tub. He watched as you began to untie the laces on his shiny black shoes.

"MC," he said. He reached out, grabbing your hands, seemingly unable to let you continue. "What are you doing?"

You looked up at him and again he was struck by the look in your eyes. A tenderness he didn't quite know what to do with.

"You're always on your feet," you said. "And Asmo said this is a really great way to relax."

Barbatos squeezed your hands. He was sure you could see the uncertainty written on his features. For once, he didn't have the presence of mind to hide it.

You sighed a little and moved into a taller kneeling position, scooting forward to put yourself between his knees.

Barbatos blushed as you leaned forward and kissed him. You took your hands out of his and put them in his hair instead. You kissed his cheeks, his lips.

"It's okay," you said. "I want to take care of you. Won't you let me?"

Barbatos closed his eyes for a moment, to brace himself against the assault of love in yours. It seemed you had not only become a fixture in the castle, but in his heart as well. In the end, he knew he couldn't deny you.

"Very well," he said.

You smiled and sat back on your heels. Barbatos didn't protest again as you removed his shoes and socks, rolling up the legs of his uniform pants and placing his feet into the warm water of the tub. You pressed some buttons and suddenly he felt the tub massaging his feet.

It was such an unexpected feeling that Barbatos let out an involuntary sigh, his whole body sagging slightly as it let out a tension he didn't realize he was holding.

He was so distracted by it that he didn't notice you had moved until you were sitting on the bed beside him with a steaming teacup.

You handed the cup to him, then put your hand on his back, letting your fingers trail down his spine. He shivered beneath your touch.

"Isn't this nice?" you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. "You should really let me do this for you more often."

Barbatos hummed thoughtfully. He had been so uncertain about this plan of yours. It was his job to take care of you, not the other way around. And yet, he couldn't quite deny the sweet beating of his heart. He couldn't pretend to himself that he wasn't already thinking of future moments like this with you. And he knew that even if he felt awkward, even if it felt backwards, that he would always allow you to care for him this way.

Barbatos would make an exception for you because all he truly wanted was to see that tenderness in your eyes.

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oddballwriter · 10 months

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i have a request for Steven Grant x Witch!Reader. They live in the same floor and never saw each other, but her cat decides one day to go out the window and sneak into Steven's apartment, the poor man was terrified when he got home and found a cat trying to eat Gus...

After he returns the cat, the reader its so grateful that starts baking him cookies, giving him "special" teas so he can manage to sleep some nights. I don't have more ideas for this, but i wanted lots of fluff:(

xoxoxo

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Summary: Coming home to a random cat trying to eat his fish is something, for sure. And it turns out their owner is something too, but he actually kind of likes it.

Warnings: One use of Y/N. Reader has a collection of little bones and other stuff. None that I actually know of.

Author’s Snip: This request was nice but for some reason my brain just couldn't find the confidence and energy. If this sucks, anon, I'm sorry. And also this is not proof read.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Coming home to a cat swashing it's paw around in Gus' tank it the last thing Steven wanted to come across after a rough day at the gift shop caused by both Donna and his lack of proper sleep the night before. But it did startle him out of his groggy state as he rushed over to the tank to keep the animal from making his fish its dinner.

After a moment of wrestling it into his arms and getting a few scratches from the feline, he managed to get them tucked safely under his arm. Now Steven had time to think, "How did you get in here, huh?" he asked looking towards the cat and around his flat.

He noticed that his window was open, most likely having left it open for the sake of fresh air and he just forgot to close it when he left for work. Steven defiantly didn't live on the ground floor so it wouldn't cross his mind that someone could come in through it, but he guesses that a wandering cat could get to it just fine.

"Alright, you little burglar. How about we find out how to get you home. Wherever that is." Steven said as he held the cat in front of him to look at them.

They were a black cat with yellow eyes that didn't look all too pleased with having been caught. They were actually very lovely looking with how sleek their fur looked and the vibrant yellow in their eyes. Steven noticed a collar that blended in with the darkness of their fur that had the standard little tag. The name Sabrina was carved into the metal on one side, the other said the name of the same apartment complex that they were in.

"Okay, Sabrina -lovely name for you by the say- finding your home should be easy since you live here." Steven said to the cat before thinking a bit longer, "Somewhere." he added.

Steven's first thought was that if Sabrina managed to get into his flat then her owner lived on the same floor since she could have walked along the rim of the building till she came across Steven's window. So he went door to door knocking on each of the tenants' door and asking "Is this your cat?".

It took quite a while and a few faces, with them all saying no.

It wasn't until he got to the door closest to the end of the fall on the other side that he finally got something. He knocked on your door and saw you on the other end. "I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. But by any chance is this your cat?" Steven asks as he holds up the fur ball.

Your eyes widen a bit before you speak. "That is my cat, yes. That I have been looking for for fifteen minutes." you confirm as you hold out your arms to take the cat from him. "I came home earlier and found her trying to catch my fish. She must've came through my window." Steven explains. You sigh, "I am so sorry about that. I have a little window open in my apartment that I thought she couldn't get through. Turns out she's an escape artist." you explain for your end.

"I used to let her roam around the block but she's been naughty recently and been brining back dead birds she caught." you say.

You catch a glance at Steven's hands and notice the scratches. "Oh no. Looks like she wasn't easy to catch either." you worry. "Here. Come in. Let me get you something as a thank you." you invite as you move deeper into your flat. "Oh. No no. It's nothing really. It wasn't too much trouble." Steven politely declined, not wanting to intrude on being in your space. "I insist. You look like you could need something." you remark. Steven, for whatever reason, took you up on your offer and came inside, closing the door behind him. That's when he actually managed to drink in the look of your home.

Steven always figured that the flats looked like each other and had the same layout with the differences in their looks being their owners and how they decorated. And you have made your flat really look like something. The whole place spelt of nice herbs and incense, not strong and over powering, but just enough that it still had that earthy smell that soothed. You have shelves and stands that had a plethora of things like crystals, books, candles, and trinkets, and the occasional jar of... something. One was full of little bones. There were even a few filled with various things like herbs, charms, and other things, all seals with wax. There were some plants strewn about, mostly vine-like or more herbs. On the walls were various tapestries that showed different thinks like whimsical symbols, runes, circles, and cosmic thinks like stars, the sun, the moon, and consolations along with dried flowers. Of course there was furniture, he took a seat on your couch in the living room which was full of things that also matched that look and feel of the place. A lot of patchwork and quilted designs with throw pillows and blankets.

He was busy taking in so much of your place that he hadn't noticed you moving about in your kitchen. It wasn't until you spoke up that he snapped out of it.

"I don't have any coffee so I hope you like tea." you say. "Tea's perfectly fine." Steven smiles. "Is there anything you like specifically?" you ask as you grab a kettle and some mugs. "Um... I could go for something citrusy. If that's not too much to ask." he sheepishly requests. You nod in understanding and get to making the tea. In the mean time Steven looks around from his spot a little more. He notices on the coffee table that theres some more candles and little pieces of decor.

"You have a lovely place." Steven compliments, earning a thank you from you. "How long have you lived here?" Steven asks. "A few years now." you answer as you walk over towards the living room and set down a few things like a container of sugar and a plate of treats.

"I'm surprised I've never seen you. I met a good bunch of the people on this floor." you comments. "Guess we just never crossed path until now." you shrug. "Bit unfortunate that it had to be through my cat almost eating your fish." you add. "I'm Y/N, by the way." you state with Steven telling you his name in return.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about each other. Like hobbies and work. Of course Steven just had to ask about all your things, which lead to a tea leaf and tarot reading. The tarot was something about him getting bored with his day to day life but that things will become eventful soon and his life will change. As for the tea leaves, according to you, signaled that he had a big journey ahead of him.

Somehow, his sleep issues came up, to which you got all excited and told him "I have just that thing." and rushed back into your kitchen. When you came bake you had a little bag full of tea and told him that it was a homemade tea that helps with sleep and to just make a cup or two in the case that he can't sleep. If it were anyone else, Steven would have, politely, refused a bag of mystery herb that was claimed to be tea, he also wouldn't have just gone into a strangers house, but you were nice and didn't seem to have any ill intent in your actions.

After that, you and Steven were somewhat close friends and had begun to see each other in passing more frequently. Maybe Steven's even thought of asking you out to lunch sometime.

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yurislotusgarden · 8 months

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sigma and ranpo w 19? congrats on 100 followers btw !! :D

ʚїɞ Separately! Sigma, Ranpo Edogawa x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: 754 (Sigma - 429, Ranpo - 325)

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ Thank you anon <3

It’s a calming feeling for him. Sigma can't help but love the feeling and take in the feeling of your arms around his waist and your head on his back or the back of his neck.

And you know it. That's the reason behind your actions at the moment.

You could tell he was stressed. There has been problem after problem, paperwork after paperwork, and all the new guests that Sigma insists he has to remember stuff about like he does with the other customers.

You decided to help using small gestures. A cup of freshly brewed tea, baking his favorite cookies, some coffee midday, telling him it’s time to sleep, sometimes even dragging him out of the office once the hour gets too late and he thinks he should still stay.

Affection always worked well against the man, you are well aware of that fact, so you decided to use that against him to your advantage.

Sigma was sitting at his desk, the setting sun behind him gave him a serene orange light. You thought it fit him when you saw him in that scene.

You entered his office with the plate in your hands, the door making barely any kind of noise to indicate your arrival, but the bi-colored-haired man, like always, noticed you with no problem.

“Hi, [Name]. What brings you here?”

The smile that appeared upon noticing you, brought a smile to your face. You placed the plate on the edge of the desk.

“Nothing much, cotton. Just wanted to bring you some food.”

“Thank you, Angel”

The slight blush from saying the petname was visible on his cheeks. You love the fact that he still blushes, even if not much, simply because of a petname.

You walked behind him, and he was sure that you were going to look out the window like you tend to do, but he instead felt arms wrap around his waist. He had to get up from his chair as you -now realizing on purpose- left the plate too far to reach if he was to be sitting down.

Sneaky.

As much as he wanted to tell you to let go, as he has work to do, he couldn’t. The feeling of the arms around his waist and the head against his back was, unfortunately for him, relaxing, causing him to lean back slightly, his shoulders letting loose.

A moment of silence passed.

“I-”

“Please, don’t say even a word.”

He doesn’t need to hear that you were right when saying he’s really stressed. He knows you were.

“Please!”

“No.”

“Pretty please! With a cherry on top, sugar! With a cherry on top!”

“No is a no, Ranpo.”

“But why?”

“It’s the middle of the night!”

“And?”

A sigh could be heard throughout the room, a tired one. Ranpo came back much later than usual, Fukuzawa wanted him for something, resulting in him coming back when you were already ready for bed, and to have your very much-deserved sleep.

To your tired self demise (courtesy of your mission that day), Ranpo decided it would be an amazing idea, to literally latch himself onto your back (you’re unsure of how you are capable of carrying him in your current state), before proceeding to keep asking to go to his favorite bakery for the next 10 minutes. The problem? It’s literally 1 in the morning, and said bakery was long closed. Even worse, it’s Sunday, therefore it’s gonna be closed today as well.

You spoke up after a minute of silence.

“Alright, how about this-” you could feel the manchild moving his head at you speaking up “-you will let me sleep.” a huff could be heard behind you. “And I will bake your favorite twice this week in exchange.” it was a good deal. You could say so upon feeling the weight being mostly gone from your back. Ranpo let his legs fall back down, standing behind you, his arms didn’t change much in terms of place, your waist.

A chin was placed on your right shoulder.

“Promise?”

The cheeky grin could be damn heard, you sighed.

“Yes, I promise.”

You indeed ended up baking his favorite twice, one of the 2 times already in that day’s evening.

You knew he knew that this is how it’s gonna end up. You didn’t mind much tho. For sure not when the feeling of his arms around your waist while baking and slapping his hands away from the not yet ready food was a nice feeling.

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B A S I C S

Name: Ajisai Kawanami

Nicknames:

Aji - Thancred and Alisaie

Aj (not AJ) - Aymeric occasionally in private frequently if they are both inebriated

Little star - Parents. Ajisai uses this as an endearment for children.

Age: Early 30s

Nameday: 7th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

Race: Raen Au Ra

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Healer, Warrior of Light

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally straight and deep blue, with lavender at the ends. She keeps it short as a matter of practicality and she doesn’t really know how to care for long hair. It grew out between Heavensward and Stormblood but she cut it just before going to that first meeting in Gridania.

Some kids taught her how to braid and she’s been doing it ever since.

Eyes: Orange-citrine with black limbal rings

Skin: Copper, think Southeast Asian; her scales are white

Tattoos/scars: Ajisai has many, many scars that she keeps covered because she wants to look respectable. One does not simply live a life as a soldier, pirate, and hero and avoid scars. I haven’t decided exactly what scars she has because I haven’t looked into putting them on her.

F A M I L Y

Parents:

-> Kana Kawanami Mother, samurai, former rice farmer and sake brewer, Doman Resistance Fighter.

Currently: Alive and fighting on the Gyr Abanian border under Lord Hien’s command.

-> Tatsuo Kawanami Father, geomancer, former rice farmer and sake brewer, conscripted Imperial healer, presumed dead.

Currently: Alive in Dalmasca (maybe?)

Siblings: None, though she thinks of Lyse, Alphinaud and Alisaie as her little brother and sisters. She adores Thancred as a brother, Y’shtola as an sister.

Grandparents: Murasaki Grandparents: Samurai who lived in Monzen; Kana's estranged parents. They died fighting in the rebellion. They never knew that Kana married, had a child, and lived in Namai.

Takemura: A priest at Shisui who raised Tatsuo as his own son. He was old already when Tatsuo was a child and long dead by present day.

In-laws and Other: The Fortemps: She treats them as extended family though their relationships are complicated. Despite Edmont's fondness for her, Ajisai feels he still holds her responsible for Haurchefant's death.

She is unmarried and unattached though she has romantic feelings for Aymeric (which I wrote an essay about)

Pets: None at the moment

S K I L L S

Abilities: Marksmanship - Great with a gun; refuses to use one ever again

Field Medicine - Aside from her healing magic and botanical knowledge, she is trained in Garlean combat surgery.

Life Sketching - Likes to draw everything she sees in her journals. She carries two at any given time -- one is personal, the other is meant as a gift for Aymeric but who knows if she’ll ever actually give it to him because she wrote a love letter in there.

Hobbies: Reading, specifically books about law and history; astromancy and divination; tea making; drawing; talking entirely too much to strangers; ruin diving; research into ancient civilizations

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Compassion She genuinely cares about the people around her— she wants to do the most good she can do for as many people as she can. It isn’t just about penance, she likes seeing people happy and well.

Most Negative Trait Healing Hubris After years of harsh study and field training, Ajisai believes herself to be the best healer to the point she will not trust other people to heal herself, her companions, or loved ones. She spirals whenever she’s forced to confront the possibility someone might be beyond her abilities (like Haurchefant)

L I K E S

Colors: Summer sky blue, plum purple, lavender

Smells: Cinnamon and clove, sugared pecans, vanilla lavender, freshly baked cookies, pine needles, campfire smoke

Textures: Rough paper, plush blankets, river smooth stones, soft fur

Drinks: Ishgardian tea, hot cocoa, warm milk with honey and cinnamon

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Only to be social

Drinks: Only drinks with Aymeric or alone. She drank heavily after the Vault, along with her sleeping potion use.

Drugs: Used sleeping potions to force herself to sleep and was considering using more… illicit substances to numb the pain before she started napping in the Congregation.

Mount Issuance: Story-wise, Ajisai didn’t join a Grand Company. She just.. wouldn’t leave one military to join another. She took porters and aetherytes until she got Pillion from Haurchefant. She calls him Pillion because Haurchefant said she could ‘ride pillion’, not realizing ‘pillion’ referred to the passenger behind the rider.

Been Arrested: Yes, probably for disturbing the peace in Limsa. Many tavern brawl taken too far, maybe some petty theft and other minor crimes before she got her shit together.

Tagged by: @paintedscales ❤️

Dragging these people into getting arrested with Ajisai: @oh-yeah-no @otherworldseekers @corsair-kovacs @amalthea-felsblood @thewitchofelpis @thevikingwoman @disciple-of-frost @viiioca @sasslett @gatheredfates @pumpkinmagekupo @starres-stuff @khaiens @aislingsurrow

If you were already tagged, consider yourself double-tagged or triple-tagged or—

#tag game #ajisaijar

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year

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11 sandwich kisses

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Xiao peeks out of the door, looking at both sides. He closes the door as he turns back to his friends. “She's not here.” Venti sighs as he rubs the back of his neck, “Thank god.” He takes a drink from his water bottle. “Stupid bitch watching over us like a hawk.” Aether frowned and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You should sit down.” Venti gives him a smile. “I’m fine.”

Scaramouche analyzes the scene from afar. He still didn't feel like he was close with any of them so he trained solo. He noticed something about Venti and how he treats his injuries. Right now, his neck hurts but Venti won't do anything about it. Maybe Scaramouche will have the heart to ask. “Y/n will be here soon.” Scaramouche flinched. “And how do you know that?” Heizou asked with his hands on his hips.

Venti sticks his tongue out. “Because I'm their best friend!” “Since when?!” “Since ever!” Xiao piped in, “But Aether’s their best friend. They've known each other longer.” Heizou and Venti glare at Aether and he jumps. “D-Don’t look at me like that!” Scaramouche felt his stomach go empty. He didn't feel like looking at Aether at all. That startled him. ‘Why do I care anyway?’

Suddenly, the door swings open with you, holding countless bags. “Hope I wasn't too late.” You shyly said. Xiao goes to help with the bags and you both place them on the long table they have. “Okay,” You opened one and pulled out a drink and a small bag. “Venti, your latte and cake pop.” He hurriedly took the items out of your hands with glee. “Thank you y/n cakes!” Scaramouche could sense his ears bleeding.

“Xiao, your matcha tea,” You handed it to him while also taking out a container. “Here Aether’s brownie and cookie.” He nodded and took it with him as you handed Aether his drink. The boys thanked you and you smiled. Kazuha crept behind you and went to grab his items. Startled you said, “It's okay Kazuha, I got it.” “No, it's alright.” He replied softly while carrying his things.

Noticing this, Heizou went to help as well by helping Kazuha gather his food without dropping anything. You chuckled and took out the last few items. “Here you go Heizou.” The boys rearranged their items, deciding what to place on the table and the other carried the food itself in their hands. “Lastly,” You turned to Scaramouche, stretching out your arm. “Here's your sandwich.” His eyes went wide in shock.

“What?” “You wanted a sandwich, right?” He stares at it for a while then looks back at yo. “You had time to make this?” You laughed dryly. “Well, I did rush it a bit in the end but I hope it's good.” Scaramouche took it and then asked another question, “What are you going to eat?” You waved your hands, “Oh! No, I'm fine. I'll eat on my way back.” Scaramouche bit his bottom lip.

He felt his body move on its own as he tore half of the sandwich, handing it to you. “For someone who bought all of this, you'd think they'd have something for themselves.” You stared at the food in front of you. You didn't know what to say. It's like you forgot what language you spoke. He shakes it, “So? I'll take it back if you don't want it.” Your cheeks flushed. “N-No! I'll eat it!” You reached for it and the both of you tensed as your fingertips touched.

“T-Thank you.” “You made it.” You giggled, shifting side to side. “I know but it was yours, to begin with.” Scaramouche went silent and then said, “You say the most ridiculous things.” You puffed up your cheeks. “Rude!” You both went silent and each took a bite at the same time. Scaramouche’s eyes sparkled at the taste. For some reason, this was the most mouthwatering sandwich he's ever tasted.

He looked up at you and you were smiling as you ate. You hummed a tune, enjoying each bite. Scaramouche’s heart was doing flip-flops as he felt like he couldn't eat anymore. He was so drawn to you. “That was an indirect kiss,” Kazuha spoke, startling the two of you since it felt like you both were alone with each other. His voice was like a jumpscare to you guys. “What the? Are you high?!” Venti replied with his mouth covered in chocolate. Kazuha sighs as he slumps his shoulders. “I wish.”

“How the fuck was that a kiss?” Heizou pointed at him with his spoon. “You know how when you have to share a drink and you do it with the same straw? It's like that.” “That's nothing like that!” Aether laughs at the boys. “I mean, I get where he's coming from.” Xiao spins his head toward him. “You do?” “Kind of but it is a bit far-fetched.” “So you are high,” Venti comments with a nod. Kazuha shakes his head. “How does that make me high?! Sounds like you're the one that's high!”

“Why are you guys talking about this anyways?” Scaramouche questions as they continued to argue in the background. You giggled, “You’ll get used to it.” He makes a mental note of that then glances at you. He looks back to the guys and then toward you. “Uh, I want to talk to you about something.” You tilted your head. “About?” He didn't say anything and you took it as a sign that he wanted to speak alone. You nod and the two of you sneak out to the hall a bit, far from the door.

He makes sure the manager or security wasn't around before you guys can talk. Giving you the okay, you asked, “What's wrong?” Scaramouche glanced to the side or anywhere to avoid your face. “Uh, well, I wanted to say,” You noticed his face turn red. “Hm?” He flinched and stuttered out, “I-I wanted to apologize...” You blinked. “About what?” “About how I acted towards you yesterday.” ‘Yesterday?’ It took you a minute before you remembered what he was talking about. “Oh, it's okay. I don't mind. I was being a bit pushy.” Scaramouche shook his head. “No, I'm...” He paused for a moment, “I'm in the wrong too.”

His voice went quiet which startled you. “I didn't mean to say those things to you.” He still wouldn't look you in the eyes. “I-I mean, I shouldn't have been so cold towards you. You didn't mean any harm and I took it the wrong way.” Finally, Scaramouche locked his eyes onto yours and said, “I'm sorry.” Your eyes went glossy at those words. “You don't have to be sorry, silly.” You gave him a shaky smile. “But I am.” You let out a small giggle, “We're going to be arguing about this for a while.” Scaramouche’s cheeks went warm. “I guess so.”

You smiled at him softly, “We should go back in. Who knows what Kazuha has done to Venti.” Scaramouche nods as he watches you head to the door. “Wait,” He calls out, causing you to stop with a hand on the doorknob. You turn to him. “Something wrong?” Scaramouche stared at you then turned his head to the side. “Your sandwiches are really good. I hope you continue to cook for us so I can taste them again.” Your face turned red and before you knew it, your heart began to beat in a tune. “If that's what you want, I'll be happy to do it.”

- new buddy daddies ep made me want to shoot myself

- if you guys didn’t guess ventis lactose 💀

- IM WAITING HERE FOR YOUUUUUUU

- ITS BEEN AWHILE ILL BE HERE AGAIN

- WITH YOU

- IN TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

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generalluxun · 3 months

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Chlonette Lucky Charms:

Marinette decides to use her powers to try to find a way to get together with Adrien, but the lucky charm gives her what she needs, not what she wants, so a of the charms are related to Chloe.

If you're still willing to do the snippet, I'd like that.

"I'm not sure you should be using the Miraculous like this, Marinette." "Tikki, as long as I'm useless around Adrien it's a danger to the city! I need to do this... for Paris!" That is how it began. Spots on in her bedroom, followed by a lucky charm. Down came a diamond studded polka dot belt. Ladybug recognized it instantly, and could even hear the owner's high pitched voice in her memories.

How is this supposed to help... wait! She's known Adrien for years. I can get to know him better by talking to her. That will help!Ladybug had swung off, a mix of negative emotions and unease stewing in her belly. The first meeting had been... halting. Ladybug had questioned her choice more than once. Chloé Bourgeois was prickly at the best of times, and recently her dislike for Ladybug had only grown. Before she could even begin to bring up Adrien, Ladybug had to clear the air between them. There was a lot she wanted to say, and even more she wanted to know. It turned out they both had the same question at the core of it all.

Why?

They bickered, each trying to justify themselves. Each with their next argument ready even before the other could respond. Arguing, shouting, gesturing, both even close to tears at times. A bang on the door, Jean checking about the noise, had given Ladybug her chance to escape. She had stewed for a day. Not looking Chloé's way had become a habit, but now there was an unresolved undercurrent. Marinette had done her best to put it from her mind, but her friends had noticed she seemed off. She blamed it on being tired and retreated back to her room that night. Okay, new plan. Come on Lucky Charm!down came... a knotted mass of action figures. Ryuko, Miracular, Queen Bee, Hawkmoth, Mayura, Diktator, and more. they were twisted together, arms and legs, hard to tell where one ended and the other began. One thing stood out though. Each wore a miniature diadem, just like Miracle Queen. What the heck Lucky Charm?!

Ladybug knew what it meant. She felt what it meant. It was the same path as before. The path she wanted to abandon. Lucky charm was lucky charm though, and Adrien was worth it. She had been surprised to find Chloe already out on her balcony, empty tea cups littering her table. Ladybug landed and round two began. It was instantly raw this time, but Ladybug was determined. It seemed Chloe was too, there was no stomping off, no 'Daddy!', plenty of yelling though, on both sides, and this time tears fell too.

Eventually they were both wrung out. Ladybug was left to sit on what she'd learned. The other girl was surprisingly silent now too, waffling as she paced the balcony aimlessly, staring out over the city. their eyes would meet and bounce off. There was still so much to go, things Ladybug couldn't bring up. There was one thing she could do. One thing she had to do, because she was Ladybug. She was Marinette.

“I’m sorry.”

Chloé had whipped around, fists clenched and eyes wide. She shook. Ladybug distinctly remembered that for years to come. Chloé was shaking. Ladybug held her breath. The firsts unclenched, the shoulders slumped, those flashing blue eyes looked down. “I’m sorry, too.”

Neither knew what came next. Ladybug was full up again with thoughts and emotions she couldn’t wrestle with. She’d mumbled something about the time and a goodbye before retreating once more to her room. Only later did she realize she was still no closer to learning more about Adrien.

I’ll get there. This is just something on the way.

She went back. This time there were cookies out and untouched tea, though the tea was cold. Ladybug started with a goal. If she got Chloe to open up, it would be easier to ask about Adrien, she might even learn things without asking directly. It was halting at first. They would nibble cookies and sip cold tea until one blurted out an observation. It would lead to a flood in reply, but it would always peter out. Ladybug kept trying to find a way to steer things towards Adrien. It never seemed to work.

She left Chloé with a date and time. Hot tea was better than cold. Ladybug checked her lucky charm before the next visit. A blank script fell into her hands. A play with two names and no lines. Ladybug went back with blank lines and no plan. It was easier the more she let go. Conversation began to flow; fashion, heroing, her partner, Chloé’s family, the bully in Ladybug’s life, the isolation in Chloé’s. The tea was cold long before Ladybug left.

The next time, Ladybug ended up dressed in haute couture selected from Chloé’s closet. It clashed mightily with her costume, sending them both into giggles. The time after Chloé had on her Queen Bee cosplay.

“I know. I know. Just let me pretend, for a couple hours?”

Ladybug did.

She began to see she wasn’t the only one wearing a mask. The girl on the balcony was not the girl in class. One was curious, probing, even a little timid. The other was peevish, sharp, and still a bit cruel. Ladybug listened to stories about school events she had lived, told from a very different perspective. She saw what she hoped was an opening.

“You know, happiness isn’t a competition. You can win without anyone else having to lose. Think of all the time that could be better spent being happy yourself rather than trying to make sure anyone else is less happy.”

It was only hours of long talks and fledgling rapport built up over weeks that gave her words any hope of sinking in. Ladybug didn’t get a direct answer, but there was a shift in class. The shift was matched by a change in the tone of Chloé’s stories too. Ladybug found herself smiling through the stories now. She found herself smiling thinking of the stories to come. She simply found herself smiling.

They talked a lot, and about personal things. At one point Ladybug feared she’d said too much. Marinette spent a week glancing nervously Chloé’s way in school, wondering if the connections would be made. She had collapsed in her bed for an entire night, battling butterflies in her stomach and delirium in her mind when she realized what she was feeling wasn’t fear… it was anticipation.

Fear was making the conscious choice to abandon her long forgotten mission. Fear was buying roses, chocolates, every silly thing she could think of. Fear was standing there like a spotted Cat Noir on the balcony. Fear was coming clean.

“I have a secret, I hope you don’t hate me when I tell you.”

Fear was dropping the mask. Fear was being Marinette, and all the vulnerability that entailed. She’d peeked under Chloé’s mask though, and they were both the better for it. Marinette could hope. She just couldn’t breathe.

“Spots off.”

#ask #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #chlonette #Chlobug #ml fanfic #about an hour's work #Ending it on the cliffhanger because I am a bastard

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Some P4 + Clayton and Cheslock incorrect quotes

I'm sorry if they a bit OOC tho-

Edgar: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Edgar and Lawrence, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Herman: Our turn, Violet! One, two, three- vanilla!

Violet, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Edgar: Why are your tongues purple?

Herman: We had slushies.I had a blue one.

Violet: I had a red one.

Edgar: oh

Edgar:

Edgar: OH

Lawrence:

Lawrence: You drank each other's slushies?

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Lawrence: Shit.

Edgar: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Violet: OH FUCK HERMAN FELL OFF-

Lawrence: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Edgar: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Lawrence: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Edgar: But I heard a siren.

Violet: That was Herman.

Herman: Sorry, I got nervous.

Lawrence: You know those things will kill you, right?

Edgar, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point.

Violet, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process.

Herman: * Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Lawrence: What do you want then?

Violet: Er… something work related.

Lawrence: What department is this?

Violet: Sorry?

Lawrence: Well, if it's work related you'd obviously know what department this is.What department is this?

Lawrence: * looks at Herman and Edgar* Some sort of homosexual department?

Lawrence: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Violet: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Herman: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Edgar: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Lawrence: Violet, we're hungry!

Herman: Violet! What's for dinner?

Edgar: We're hungry, Violet!

Violet, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: * screams *

*Lawrence's helping Edgar out after he get injured, while the others are watching*

Violet: How does Edgar look?

Herman: A little better than you, actually.

Violet : you little shit-

Lawrence: You guys worried about Edgar?

Violet: Totally!

Herman: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Lawrence: And what'd you say?

Herman: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Violet:

Lawrence: he lucky to have you as a friend unfortunately

Lawrence: Isn't it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Edgar: Plane tickets?

Violet: Concert tickets?

Herman: Prostitution?

Lawrence, holding their broken frames: Glasses. And second HERMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Lawrence: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Edgar: ...I did.I broke it.

Lawrence: No.No you didn't. Herman?

Herman: Don't look at me. Look at Violet.

Violet: What?!I didn't break it.

Herman: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Violet: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Herman: Suspicious.

Violet: No, it's not!

Clayton: If it matters, probably not, but Cheslock was the last one to use it.

Cheslock: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Clayton: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Cheslock: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Clayton!

Edgar: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Lawrence.

Lawrence: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Clayton: Lawrence...Herman's been awfully quiet.

Herman: REALLY?!

* Everyone starts arguing*

Lawrence, being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.

Lawrence: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Lawrence:

Lawrence: Good.It was getting a little chummy around here.

Herman: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Lawrence: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Clayton: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Cheslock: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Violet: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Edgar: I have emotional scars.

*Squad reactions to being told "I love you"*

Lawrence: oh no

Edgar: thanks fam!

Herman: * cries * I love you too

Violet: Sounds fake but okay

Clayton: * A flustered mess*

Cheslock: can i get a refund?

Lawrence, rubbing his temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Clayton: But Lawrence, we don't smoke.

Lawrence: Cut the crap, Clayton. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Lawrence: *points at Cheslock* One! *points at Edgar* Two! *points at Herman* Three! *points at Violet* Four! *points at Clayton* Five!

Lawrence: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Violet: *puts a cigarrette in Lawrence's hand*

Lawrence: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Lawrence: Edgar... How do I begin to explain Edgar?

Herman: Edgar is flawless.

Violet: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.

Clayton: I hear he do car commercials... in Japan.

Cheslock: One time they punched me in the face...it was awesome.

Lawrence, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Edgar: Hey.

Herman: Hi.

Violet: Hello.

Clayton: Hey!

Lawrence: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Cheslock: We were out of Doritos. And it is an emergency that we out of Doritos.

#black butler #prefect 4 #black butler public school arc #herman greenhill #violet gregory #lawrence bluewer #edgar redmond #incorrect quotes #black butler incorrect quotes #cheslock #black butler clayton

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