#anya writes

[crime-wives]

nobody warns you before the fall

She hiccups, voice caught on a sob. “I’m sorry, I don't- I don’t have anyone else to call.”

“Lena?” There’s confusion, concern too. “What’s wrong?”

Kara still knows her too well even after all this time.

Her voice wobbles when she speaks, “You’re the most important person in my life, you know that, right Kara?”

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor 1.1k 1/1

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#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #please heed the tags on this #my fics #my writing #supergirl #supercorp fanfiction #anya writes

[panda-of-the-trash]

Cross gets many looks from people around him

Most are those of respect, fear, or both, often by the new recruits or guards he has trained

There are those of envy, jealous barely concealed by those who wish to be in his place

There were those of mock and disdain, ones he hoped he´d never have to face again, ones he burried long ago

There are those of joy and recognition, from his friends. They´re part of the reason he keeps going on but he´d rather touch a cow than tell them pf course

Then

There´s Nightmare

Oh boy

The king has always been a different person, operating with different rules and different views He´s a god afterall

But Cross can see it

The small twinkle when Cross tells a dark joke

The squinting whenever he grins at Cross´s pouting

The sterness when Cross returns from a mission where he´s been just a little too reckless when he tried to ensure their victory

The fondness at Cross´s banter with the others

The softness when it´s just the two of them in each other´s embrace, dancing to melodies of their own making where no one can see them

Cross gets many looks from people around him

But the ones he gets from Nightmare are the best

#anya writes #crossmare #cross sans #nightmare sans #crightmoss #nightcross #short lil drabble

[wildflowermybeloved]

In The Seom Drabble: Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Word count: 648 (wow i CAN write short things!)

Genre: fluff, softest fluff

Warning: None

A/N: I wanted to do in the seom drabbles for each member. And I'm starting with Yoongi. This is totally unedited, written on my phone, and I'm worried how the ending came on. So please let me know what you think 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

P.s. yes, the drabble is inspired by the image above.

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Yoongi expected to hear a number of things when he comes back home from a long day at the studio. He expected to hear you play your favourite playlist, or the dialogues from the latest show you were watching, or you just humming to yourself while doing something. What he didn't expect however, was your continuous giggles coming from the bedroom.

Curious as to what got you in such a state of happiness, he quietly opens the door to the bedroom, only to find you sitting on the bed, supporting your iPad on your knees that are halfway curled to your chest, and poking on the screen while giggling. As he walks a little closer he also realizes that you were playing in the seom, and in this case, playing merely means that you were poking his character in the game.

"You're supposed to play the puzzles and help us restore the island!" He sits down beside you on the bed, pulling you closer by your waist while being careful about the device.

Not really surprised about his silent ways of going about the house, you shrug before poking his character again "this is more fun!" You poke his character again as it says 'min Suga, the genius' giggling at the character you turn to the life size genius nuzzled against your neck and ask "was it your idea to have your character say that?"

"Yes," he muffled answer only fuels your happiness, smiling to yourself as you return to bothering the character on screen who had plopped down on the ground. His exclamation "just leave me alone" as you pick him up makes you laugh more cause that's exactly what Yoongi says when you are (lovingly) bothering him.

You are so engrossed in the game that you don't even realize Yoongi is currently staring at you with a very endeared look, which usually melts you into a puddle of mush. "Are you having fun?" He asks, putting a stray peace of hair behind your ear.

"Too much!" You put his character on the army bomb to see him dance, then on the surf boards to see him surf. "I don't even care about the puzzles, poking you like this is so much fun."

"Good, at least you'll leave me alone now," he sighs, once again nuzzling his face in your neck.

"What makes you think that?" You close the app and put the device aside, giving your full attention to the life size Yoongi right beside you.

He groans, much to your amusement, before answering you, "because It's not fun to poke me. aaand, you can't pick me up like in the game."

"I don't care!" You shake your head, circling your arms around his neck, "I love the character in the game, but I love you more. So I love bothering you more."

The seriousness in your voice as you declared both your love for him and annoying him at the same time brought out that adorable gummy smile of his that you love. Leaning closer to your face, as if you two were not already smooshed together on the edge of the bed, he touches your forehead with his "hmm, you're lucky i love you too."

"Don't you mean that YOU'RE lucky cause you get to love me?" You laugh at his eye roll at your statement. But you didn't know that he agreed with you. He felt lucky to be able to love you. He loved the playfulness of your relationship with him, how you both kept each other on your toes. But at the same time there was a comfort that he was now sure he can't live without. And that's why even if you poked fun at him or tried to rile him up by simply being a brat, he would continue to love you.

#Yoongi drable #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #BTS fanfic #Anya Writes

[anyathebloodshell]

I finally finished this piece for the Ereloy AUgust Event. I couldn’t resist and I merged the Canon world with Fantasy. Sorry not sorry ^^ 

Hopefully you’ll enjoy it :3 

#ereloyaugust #ereloy #horizon forbidden west #aloy #aloy despite the nora #erend #erend vanguardsman #aloy x erend #fanfiction #alternate universe #anya writes #anya writes fanfiction

[babydarkstar]

wish i could go back and tell 7 year old me that i shouldn’t be so worried about how my body looks. the gap between my front teeth won’t go away, but it’s something i’ll come to cherish about myself. my nose isnt too big or soft or round. my tummy is chubby because i’m a growing kid, and i’m NOT fat or obese or diabetic. i wish i could tell her how to cope with those times mom teases us and we get so frustrated and angry and confused that we hit ourself—i wish i could teach her that it’s not just me being sensitive; those words really did hurt. and that it’s okay to speak up in class. it’s not my fault for having a wandering mind, or taking hours and hours on homework. i want to tell her to enjoy the moment and not be so afraid of what others think, so embarrassed about the things she’s interested in. i wish i could hold her close and tell her to embrace childhood, to understand that she’s perfect with all the ‘flaws’ she has.

#just imagined younger self as my own daughter and it makes me want to cry actually #anyways. #anya writes #im getting all upset about things i cant change #i hate psychoanalysis but also like. man #tw sh #i guess?? maybe?

[ayaboba]

blow me a kiss!

summary: what do they do when you blow a kiss to them?

characters: lyney, childe, venti, heizou, ayato, neuvillette, zhongli, wanderer, diluc, xiao, thoma, wriothesley, alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, albedo, baizhu.

cw: gn reader, kinda suggestive (?) but nothing descriptive.

blows one back - lyney, childe, venti, heizou, ayato

It’s more likely that he would be the one to originally blow a kiss to captivate your heart. However, in this case, when you’ve decided to pull such an unexpected and adorable act, he’s at first a little sceptical. Could this be part of a bigger picture he was missing? It’s not long before that idea is scrapped, the blooming temptation growing and clambering like ivies on a crumbling cobblestone wall.

He turns his body, locking his gaze on yours, making sure you aren’t going to look away. Seconds stretching as you dare not to let your eyes stray anywhere else. He brings his hands to his lips, softly smiling, as he gently blows back the love you gave earlier.

too flustered to return the gesture - neuvillette, zhongli, wanderer, diluc, xiao, thoma

Of course, he noticed it. You, on the other hand, are currently doubting if your action was bold enough to capture his attention.

As you ponder, deeply gazing into nowhere, biting your lip nervously, and contemplating your earlier decision, your lover, sitting on the other side of the room, is also currently in a predicament.

The golden smile that graced your face when you blew him that charming kiss had rendered him blank, along with a soft tinge of cherry on his cheeks.

So, as you’re wondering if he even saw it, he’s wondering if he should reciprocate the gesture that got him practically kicking his feet.

goes up to you to give you a kiss - wriothesley, alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, albedo, baizhu

Two can play the game.

Your sudden cheeky gesture, the proud curve of your lips, and the sly wink that stirred the beginnings of a guaranteed heated and possibly dirty competition. A ruthlessly competitive competition to drive the other hopelessly speechless or gasping desperately for breath. Either way, there was absolutely no way that he was going to lose this time. Not again.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, to first scheme and strategize, he'd already taken a few steps closer.

You raise a curious eyebrow, waiting. Wondering what he had in store this time. Numerous ideas, each stranger than the one before, swirled in your mind.

It seemed you didn’t have enough time, as he silenced your thoughts with a hasty kiss.

#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #lyney x reader #childe x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #ayato x reader #neuvillette x reader #zhongli x reader #wanderer x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #thoma x reader #wriothesley x reader #alhaitham x reader #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #baizhu x reader #anya writes ✧.*

[sttoru]

⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff. happy family moment t_t

“she said whaaaat? no way!”

you were scrolling on your phone in the living room when you heard that familiar voice pierce through the comfortable silence — satoru’s voice, a bit more high pitched this time, almost like he couldn’t believe what he had heard.

your boyfriend was over at your parents’ place for the first time and seemed to get along just fine with your mother in the kitchen. you could hear their giggles and gasps every now and then whilst your body was resting on the couch.

their voices were getting louder by the minute, thus you decide to stand up and go check on them. you reach the doorstep and instantly smile at the heartwarming scene that greets you;

your mother chopping up some vegetables, chuckling whilst excitedly telling her recent gossips to satoru, who was leaning back against the kitchen counter next to her — his arms crossed and those pretty dimples of his apparent on his face as he carefully listens to your mother’s stories.

“seems like you two are getting along well already, eh?” you chuckle after observing them for a little while longer. your presence instantly make satoru smile even more (if that were even possible), his eyes glimmering at the sight of you;

“hey, baby!” the white-haired man walks over to you and hugs you tightly before letting go, though his hand remains at your waist. the grin on his face widens, “your mother has the most juiciest of gossips that i’ve ever heard around town, i’m telling ya — stuff’s got me absolutely hooked.”

your mother responds to that with a short giggle. she glances up from her cutting board and sends you a look — one that emits her approval of the lover you’ve chosen. it seems like satoru’s charming personality succeeded into mellowing even your parents’ hearts.

“heh, i do actually believe that.” you nod with your own cheeky grin. your mother was like a newspaper — you always hear all the recent stories and gossips from her.

it’s no wonder satoru instantly clicked with her; if it isn’t your mother you’re gossiping with, it would usually be that cheeky sorcerer instead. he’s a great listener after all, his reactions are priceless to you.

you move over to stand next to your mother and decide to help her out with cutting up the veggies. satoru starts to search the area in hopes to find an apron for himself, though was quickly interrupted by the gruff voice of your dad echoing through the house;

“satoru, c’mere, boy! help an old man out.”

you were a bit surprised that your dad was specifically asking for satoru to go help him (your mom as well; however she knowingly snickers afterwards).

you can’t remember the last time your father had directly asked help from someone he barely knew. sometimes he wouldn’t even ask your mother or you for help. that’s how stubborn your dad is.

or, was — satoru’s an exception, it seems like.

your boyfriend was also a bit stunned — though not in a bad way at all. the corners of his lips curl up in a fond smile, his blue eyes shining ever so brightly due to the feeling of being needed and accepted in this household. his beloved’s household.

it felt like he had achieved all he wanted in life — hell, satoru was ready to risk it all and ask for your hand in marriage right then and there; that’s how joyous and confident this moment made him.

“coming, sir!” satoru calls out. you could’ve sworn his voice cracked a tad bit, however you decide not to comment on it. your boyfriend turns around with the biggest grin on his face and quickly goes to stand between your mother and you.

one of his hands rests on your waist, the other on your mom’s shoulder as he places a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. a rush of warmth surged through his body as he saw you look up at him with those captivating and pretty eyes, making satoru feel even more content than he already was —

“i’ll be right back. if you ladies need a helping hand, just give me a holler.” satoru says and smoothly steals a kiss on your cheek before hurrying towards your father, whose voice sounded from the bathroom.

there was a spring in his step. a positive change in his already ethereal looks as you watch him disappear from the room. you shake your head and chuckle at satoru’s excitement. you knew exactly what he was feeling, because you felt the same once you realised just how fast your parents seemed to accept and approve of him;

relieved, comfortable and happy.

#boooo never write fics again anya #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk fic #gojo fluff #jjk x you #gojo x you

[1alchemistart]

"Waltz with me!"

i don't usually take requests but this one (coming from @mariichengg thank you mwah!) got the gears in my little head turning! 'tis a scene from my own fic from a while back :D was fun to revisit!

#damianya #spy x family #sxf #damian desmond #anya forger #anya x damian #damian x anya #my art #WENT OVER THE ENTIRE FIC AGAIN and fixed what was bothering me SDFKSDL #i think im better at writing now? hopefully? than i used to be? #ive GOT to regain my courage about posting fics tho JKSDFL

[fuckmyskywalker]

Pussy pleaser — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin eating pussy, Anakin worshipping it, fucking it, basically existing just to eat cunt. Slay. (I may have overused the word "pussy" but hey, can you blame me?). — BASED OFF THIS THOUGHT I HAD AFTER BEING SLEEP DEPRIVED. || WC: 1.2k – Not proofread :P.

— A/N: IMPORTANT! I tried not to use a specific pronoun to refer to reader's vAGINA because I know some people that wanted a larger version of this don't go by she/her pronouns! I hope I did it well and if I missed something please let me know! Your opinion matters to me 🫶🏻. Woops, what's missing here?! ;)

Anakin is an exceptional lover, but if there's something he lacks… is patience.

Especially when it comes to you.

After a rough day, after a good day, to cheer up after some bad news, to celebrate after some good news, after the council either scolded/congratulated him… Anakin always ends his day buried in between your thighs. It doesn't even matter how, if it is his cock, his tongue, his fingers— As long as your pussy is involved, he’s in, figuratively and literally speaking. 

But like I said, his patience is little to none, and it shows. Anakin will not only overwork you, overstimulate you and completely ravish your sweet pussy at any given chance, time and place— but he also will give you a short time to even accommodate and keep up with his passionate urges. His large hands start caressing your thighs, trying to hold himself back every time but failing miserably, he will pry them apart slowly, trying to savor the moment (mostly for himself), tracing your skin with practiced ease. He knows every curve, every freckle and mole, Anakin has memorized every inch of your body and he is proud to know what makes you crumble and beg for more. 

Anakin tries to be gentle, but having your heavenly offer just inches away within his reach and not be buried deep inside you is a crime. He licks your pussy until you have no idea if you are this wet because of the arousal he provoked on you or his own spit.

 Which, let me add to the list how disgusting he is sometimes: Anakin is filthy, and his devotion to you only seems to make his obsession even worse. One of his favorite activities is parting your lips with his thumb, before licking a long, lazy stripe from your entrance to your clit— and then spit right on your cunt. He will throb like a horny teenager, he will hump the mattress of the cheap beds in the Jedi Temple like a desperate bitch while watching how his saliva slides and mixes with your own wetness. 

Speaking of his obsession, Anakin lives, fights and comes back home every day for you, of course… but for your pussy too. His favorite breakfast, meal and dinner. His favorite treat and his favorite prize. 

Countless times you had laid down on the bed, legs open wide like a cheap whore from a dirty brothel straight from the most dark, disgusting corners of Coruscant, with his head buried in between them, tugging on his blonde curls moaning and grinding his nose against your clit for him to mumble something so quietly you mistake it with an insect flying across the room. 

“I missed you.” He whispered, his blown out irises fixated on your pussy. “My pretty thing.”

The first time it felt flattering. It was nice to know your boyfriend missed you so much. You ignored him, thinking he was just eager. 

The second time, it was the same.

Same quiet murmurs, same praises: “God, I can’t get enough of you…” Anakin had his eyes closed, sucking on your clit and pausing every now and then to whisper sweet words to you. 

Sure, to you.

Over and over, you gobbled up his praises, his need, his lust for you. Anakin had the power to push you to heavens, to reduce you to a blabbering puddle, to lit up your darkness fantasies, so why stop him? He sounds like he’s enjoying himself, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

There's always a breaking point though.

Remember how I mentioned how impatient Anakin is? Well, this time it didn't worked on your favor. Instead of prepping your pussy, allowing you to have a nice, slippery stretch to be able to fit his thick cock without any discomfort, Anakin couldn't wait. It wasn't particularly painful, but a sharp sting was there, something momentarily but significant. Anakin bottomed out, groaning loudly at how tight your pussy was in that moment, his horny, selfish mind not being able to register his lack of consideration.

“You are tighter than usual.” He huffed, his fingers digging in the supple flesh your waist. You tried to protest, to tell him he didn't stretch you first, but he began to trust relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. 

Every complaint quickly died in your throat, replaced by moans of pleasure and delight. Even if it felt amazing, your pussy was still struggling to accommodate to his size, and Anakin, the little shit, was in heaven. 

“You missed me? You missed my cock pretty thing? Missed me using you like a toy?”

Despite your blissful state, something about his words just seemed… off. 

Almost as if he wasn't talking to you. 

Anakin’s hips slammed against yours again and again giving you no break at all. Your hands had to grab the edge of the wooden bed frame at some point, the discomfort of his girth now long forgotten. He hovered over you, staring at your pretty, glassy eyes, watching them roll back, silently beg him for more and then looked downwards, locking his devil eyes with your pussy. If there was something Anakin would never, ever, not in a million years get tired of, was the breathtaking view he had every time he had the privilege to witness how your tight little hole struggled to keep him inside, as if your delightful, hot cunt was desperately trying to keep him inside forever.

“Fuck… I missed you too, wish I could stay inside all fucking day.” His incessant gibberish began to have an effect on you, your hazy mind slowly putting the pieces together. 

“Anakin—” You called him with such a tone that he snapped out of his trance. 

“Yes?” He asked, not stopping his movements, just slowing them.

Next, a question you never imagined asking. Your sweaty, flushed face had a hint of confusion, a pretty valid confusion.

“…Are you talking to my pussy?”

Anakin froze, looking almost— guilty?

“What if I am?” He answered your question with another question, something you hated. 

“Anakin, answer the question.” You sighed, waiting for his answer as if you two weren't naked on his bed, him buried balls deep inside of you. 

Your boyfriend pouted, was he really throwing a tantrum? “Maybe.” He whispered. In response, you laughed quietly trying not to ruin the moment. It wasn't odd, probably a bit perverted and a bit— hot? The fact that Anakin was so in love with your pussy he treated it as if it was another whole being worth his wholehearted attention. 

“I think it’s… hot” Your words were followed by a shrug, staring at him, batting your eyelashes.

Giving him that look.

And if Anakin Skywalker isn’t the most patient person in the Galaxy, he certainly is the designated pussy pleaser of the Galaxy. 

He pounced again, wasting less than five seconds to resume his reckless assault on your poor, overworked pussy. “See?” He practically growled, his teeth sinking in his lower lip, curving into a wicked smile. “This tight, little cunt missed my big cock so much.” He is on full rampage mode, fucking you brainless. 

“Feel how I stretch your tiny hole, angel?”

“Look at you, is my cock too big for you?”

One hand let go of your hip, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, breaking eye contact with your bodies merged into one and forcing you to look at him. His face was inches away from yours, his hot breath hit your face and a string of drool falling from his lips landed on your lower lip. The fire in his eyes was incomparable.

“This pussy belongs to me, not you, do you hear me?”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes! #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x you #anakin #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skwalker #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin eating pussy like a champ.

[wordsfromsolitude]

#blogspot #blog #anya writes

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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[panda-of-the-trash]

I give you Crossmare

Sorry for any typos

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Had someone asked Nightmare a few eons ago what he´d think his future would look like, he would have given a few answers.

Maybe he´d be king, leading their people alongside his sister to greatness and glory, keeping the peace in their lands as each was predestined to do.

Maybe he would have given up his powers, his responsibilities and lead a normal, much more mundane life. Run his own little bakery,selling all sorts of apple-related goodies and retire to his home with a cup of hot coco and a good book, joined by the company of a cat or two.

Or maybe he´d travel and learn all sorts of new things, meet new people and embrace new cultures and customs. He´d write about all he´d see and publish books about the wonders of all the words, bring back gifts for his sister whenever he´d made the journey back home. Oh how he hoped that one was possible.

But most likely, he would continue to stay by his mother´s tree with his sister, take care of the tree and protect it. Do the same things all day, every day, for eons on end. He´d probably also still get bullied by the other villagers for spreading his ´foul negativity´ and hold back tears in Dream´s presence as not to alarm her. Maybe he´d find strength to stand up for himself or ignore his bullies. Either way he doubted much would change.

He had certainly not expected this.

Opening his good eye, he observed his slumbering partner. A tan body littered with dark freckles, the other looked tense in his sleep as he always did. Carefully wrapping one of his tentacles around his waist, he pulled his lover closer gently, happy to see his tenseness melt away slowly by the familiar feeling of his husband´s embrace.

Quite honestly he didn´t know what he did to deserve to be in the presence of such an angel, much less be married to him.

Reaching out to play with one of his snow white curls, Nightmare observed his husband further.

Cross was currently 4 months pregnant with their first and it showed. Smiling, he softly ran a tentacle over the little baby bump where their child grew. Cross gave a quiet hum in his sleep, enjoying the affection. Nightmare was glad the other still seemed to be asleep, for now atleast. Bearing their child was no easy task. Getting pregnant was easy, but staying pregnant?

They had tried so many solutions already and their current one seemed to be working in keeping both Cross and their baby alive. That wasn´t to say his lover wasn´t affected. Nightmare had ordered him to stop training and rest more and like a loyal servants, he had listened. But even though he slept for hours on end, he was always tired. So seeing him asleep now, it soothed Nightmare, knowing that Cross was both getting well needed rest and felt safe enough to slumber for so long with him.

Still playing with his hair, Nightmare began to ponder over their history.

From the outside he must admit that their arrangement looked like a loyal guard stopping at nothing to protect his king. And while that might´ve been still very true, the reality was that Nightmare was willing to do anything and everything to keep Cross safe. Being deprived from any kind of love for so long, well..it had sort of just happened when Cross came to be a guard of his.

It wasn´t that any other person hadn´t been loyal, quite au contraire, there had been many a loyal servants just like him. But what set him appart from the others was his understanding of things. Cross knew that their cause, what they were doing and fighting for, wasn't exactly right in general, but it was the right thing for them. While the others idolized Nightmare and refused go see his flaws, Cross saw him for who he was, a king, a god yes, but also a man, in need of just a little bit of respect, kindness and love. And when Nightmare had first felt the guard´s feelings that night many moons ago, the flood gates had simply opened and there was absolutely no stopping them.

When he finally confessed, he could´ve sobbed with relief when Cross returned his feelings. Their relationship wasn´t perfect by any means, they had their ups and downs, but they always chose to go through everything together. Nightmare felt himself fall even harder for Cross, learning so much about him, good and bad. There were moments where the only reason he wanted to go on was for the other. Because Cross believed in him, he could believe in himself aswell. And now with a child on the way..

Stopping the movements of his hand,Nightmare observed as Cross stirred and awoke with a small groan, snuggling into the warmth and comfort his husband provided.

Nightmare gave a soft chuckle, pressing a loving kiss to his darling´s temple. "Morning~"

While this wasn´t the future he was expecting.

He found that he didn´t mind it at all.

#crossmare #nightcross #crightmoss #cross sans #nightmare sans #anya writes

[wildflowermybeloved]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 900ish

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none

A/n: look at me doing the bare minimum on this blog. But yeah, festive seasons are hard for me (cause i got no friends) and I'm dreading going back to office where everyone will talk about how awesome time they had during festivities and all i did is sleep eat and play games. So yeah. I also wrote this last week when my mother was sick, as a way of coping with stress. This was written on my phone and it's largely unedited, so I'm sorry for any typos or something. Hope y'all like it. Thanks for reading.

P.s: the divider is from the awesome @firefly-graphics 💕

"What are you doing awake?"

When Yoongi woke up suddenly, at the crack of dawn, he expected to see you sleeping, not sitting upright on your side of the bed, looking as if you're deep into your thoughts. In fact you were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice him stirring beside you, or when he sat up himself. His question however, jarred you out of your thoughts.

"What are you doing awake?" Your question was tinged with worry, knowing how much he values his rest. The only time you could find him awake this early is if he has a flight to catch, or other important work things.

Yoongi rubs his face, trying to wipe off extra bit of sleep that still clung to him, "I don't know, just woke up like that." He turns on the bedside lamp on his side, looking back at you and rephrasing his original question"you look like you've been awake for a while, what were you thinking?"

You sigh deeply, getting comfortable on his side and cherishing when one of his arms wrap around your shoulder to pull you closer to him. "I was thinking about you."

"Me?"

"Mmhmm," you nod, momentarily ignoring his surprise, as if he doesn't know that ninety percent of your thoughts revolve around him, "I was thinking how sometimes i feel that maybe, i would've been happier with someone else. Sometimes i think that maybe we would both be better off with someone else you know? I mean, sometimes we fight, our routines and habits don't line up, and often it hits me how different we are from one another…"

"Baby if this is your way of breaking up with me can you wait till it's after 10 am and I've had at least 2 cups of coffee?" Yoongi asks in an almost asleep voice.

His sleepy retaliation makes you snort, ""You wish I was breaking up with you…" After taking moment to gather your thoughts, and another few to soak in and register the warmth of your love right beside you on the bed, you continue "so as i was saying, the differences between us as people really hits me sometimes, and i think that maybe I'd be happier with someone who matches my wavelength more. But then I remember when my mother was sick, how you literally dropped everything to be with me as I took care of her. Do you remember?"

"Of course I do. You were so stressed and I felt so helpless not knowing what to do." He says quietly, running his fingers through your hair.

"But you did a lot." You turn to face him, looking at his face, illuminated by the small bedside lamp, "I was stressed but I was never good at expressing that. And having you there, I didn't have to. It was as if you knew what I was thinking every moment of the day, and you stood beside me, behind me, ready to catch me if I fell. And then i think that maybe if i was with someone like me, i wouldn't have that. I wouldn't have your strength reassuring me every step of the way. I wouldn't have a person to come back to after my greatest failures. Maybe I wouldn't have my biggest cheerleader. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't feel absolutely and utterly in love like I feel with you. What a terrible thing that would be."

If there's one thing Yoongi still had a hard time dealing with, it was how openly and boldly you confess your feelings to him, and how everytime you do it, his heart feels like it's swelling to twice it's size with love for you.

"So you stay up at what," he checks the clock on the bedside table, "4:27 am in the morning thinking about how much you love me?

"Of course." You answer as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You scoot closer to him on the bed, as if you were not already on top of him, "it is my way of reminding myself how special you are to me, and how i must never, ever take you for granted and cherish each and every moment with you."

He tries to come up with a cheeky reply, but like all the other times, the way you openly expressed your love for him made him feel like his lungs were filling up with an excess of oxygen. The darkness of the room prevented you from noticing the tears welling up in your boyfriend's eyes. But the crack in his voice was evident as he let out a whine and started complaining "what is up with you? Making me feel emotional at 4 in the morning!"

"Honey if you feel emotional at hearing this then what do you think i feel all the time?" You cuddle into him more, wrapping your arms around him and pushing your face in his chest, "what i told you is a fragment of what I feel everytime I think about you."

"How do you then go through the day without having 10 breakdowns then?" He hugs you tighter to himself, kissing the top of your head.

"I don't know. But when I find out how, I'll tell you. Now let me sleep." You smile and kiss his chest before closing your eyes, a golden feeling of ease taking over your heart. You knew that to anyone else confessing their love to someone so brazenly is still something embarrassing. But not to you. You loved your boyfriend with your entire heart, and you had no problem expressing that love even if it was at the break of dawn.

#yoongi drabble #yoongi one shot #yoongi imagine #Min Yoongi #BTS #Anya Writes

[anyathebloodshell]

Posted a new Ereloy fanfic :3. This fic is the result of: A sweating night as I tried to sleep during a heatwave in my country, reading the official guide of Forbidden West and having a lot of feelings for First Forge.

That’s all folks lol.

#ereloy #horizon forbidden west #hfw fanfic #aloy x erend #aloy #erend #aloy despite the nora #erend vanguardsman #anya writes #first forge

[babydarkstar]

it’s not that my mother isn’t nurturing, or caring, or even that she’s not affectionate—she’s all of those things. but she’s cold. calculating. it’s hard to explain the complexities of motherhood unless you’ve been one; or unless you’ve been proxy to one, forced to share the burden of your own rearing.

but i wanted warmth. i’ve craved it, it’s what i have always longed for since before i could even put a name to it. my mother loves me, and i love her. but there has always been something—a glint behind the eyes, a sharp tongue that changes sides—that keeps me cold inside.

#stoned posting #im just having revelations about soul temperature i guess #anya writes

[ayaboba]

rise and shine

summary: what do they do when you refuse to wake up.

chars: alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, wanderer, kazuha, zhongli, albedo, ayato, kaeya, diluc, kaveh, heizou, itto, childe.

warnings: sfw, reader is called ‘sleeping beauty’ once, not proofread.

yanks the covers off you - alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, wanderer

let’s you off the hook a few times, giving you a generous amount of time to get up and get ready, but when they see you‘re still very much fast asleep after a good forty minutes, it seems the only way to wake you up is to resort to more.. straightforward methods.

for example, pulling the covers off you with a supposedly good-natured ‘rise and shine, sleeping beauty.’

—

‘please..just five more minutes…’

‘i’ve given you five more minutes eight times.’

‘so?’

‘i’ve made/got your favourite breakfast.’

how could you resist that?

i mean you could, but they’d probably drag you off the bed then

tries to woo you out - kazuha, zhongli, albedo

you don’t miss several indiscreet promises and the more-than-usual showers of affection offered by them. their method is be as gentle with you until you break. how sneaky.

don’t underestimate their patience, they’ll be kneeling on your bedside for however long. it. takes. oh, the sun’s setting? it’s almost as beautiful as you. it’s a full moon tonight? it probably looks better outside, don’t you think?

you’ll have to eventually fall into their little scheme, though.

—

‘i heard that there’s a new cafe opening today.’

‘really!?’

‘yeah, but it’s just too bad they don’t do deliveries.’

lifts and carries you bridal style - ayato, kaeya, diluc,

maybe because they know arguing won’t be enough against your stubborn head, they do something completely impulsive and unexpected. such lifting you up and carrying you bridal style.

a big, big tease about the whole ideal. will never live it down. probably turns into a regular morning greeting. if they wake up first, just expect to be somehow launched into their arms.

—

‘good morning to you, too’

‘do you think my legs don’t work?’

‘what legs? you seem prrreeettyy short to me.’

that earned them a slap.

goes back to sleep with you - kaveh, heizou, itto, childe

they love their sleep. and sleeping with you? that’s like a whole luxurious package deal. sure, they have some urgent matters to deal with, the akademiya, the tenryou commission, beetle fighting, fatui meetings…yeah, but really, is it as important as a good night’s rest? no, of course not. you know what they say, a good night’s rest means a promised good day ahead. (they made half of that up). in all honesty, you’re the one who ends up having to wake them up.

—

‘we should get out of bed, it’s nearly 11.’

‘but i’m so sleepy. i’m so tired. you need to be nicer to your poor lover.’

‘this is why i said you need to go to bed earlier.’

‘no, just ten more minutes, i promise.’

#genshin fluff #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #xiao x reader #wanderer x reader #kazuha x reader #zhongli x reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #kaveh x reader #heizou x reader #itto x reader #childe x reader #anya writes ✧.*