#but I'm glad you found it and liked it! I'm sorry it's a disappointing answer but I have to be honest

[nyehilismwriting]

Hey, I was just wondering what’s going on with your sentinal if? Ik you’re working on other projects rn, and this totally isn’t intended to pressure you or demand anything but I remembered the demo the other day and came back to replay it, and it’s sooooo good, so I was just wondering what the plan is with it going forward?

ouhh thank you!! I'm glad people are still enjoying her...she's in a limbo state rn, I'd love to work on her again but it is...unlikely, if I'm being honest. if I ever do go back it'll likely undergo major changes to the point where it's not really the same game, and I don't want to get anyone's hopes up about that happening.

#'indefinite hiatus' is probably the best term #every now and then I write little bits with those characters but rarely does it turn into anything coherent #it's just. it would be such a big job to turn it into something I'd be proud of at this point #and I keep intimidating myself out of it #and there are other projects I'd rather be working on tbh #but I'm glad you found it and liked it! I'm sorry it's a disappointing answer but I have to be honest #drink-of-paradise

[mattmurdocksscars]

Exes

Summary: After a dare to call an ex goes the opposite way you thought it would, you and Matt reconcile.

Word count: 3k

It started out as a normal enough night. You and your girl friends had gotten together after a long week and were having some drinks. Then someone suggested shots. Then someone suggested truth or dare. And that's how you found yourself in your current position.

Your phone was held in front of your face on speaker as it rang. You had been dared to call an ex and after a moment of panic, you'd realized exactly who to call. There was no way he would pick up. Not only had the two of you ended on bad terms but it had also been quite some time since either of you had spoken to each other. Plus, he had nightly activities that would keep him busy. So surely he wouldn't answer-

“Hello?” You froze as Matt's exhausted voice cut through the chatter of the bar. All of your friends immediately began to giggle, covering their mouths to hide the sound. When you didn't answer after a moment, Matt said your name with concern. Clearing your throat, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I didn't think you'd answer.” You heard the sound of him moving around on the phone followed by a small hiss of pain.

“Of course I answered. You never call. So clearly something must be wrong.” Your brain was quickly putting together the hints he was giving off, even in your inebriated state. He was obviously home, exhausted, and the sound of pain he'd let out all told you he was hurt. Without further thought, you took your phone off of speaker and walked away from the table, much to the disappointment of your friends. You told Matt to wait a second before you moved so you were outside the bar where it was slightly quieter. 

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called. To be honest, it was a stupid dare from my friends and I genuinely thought you wouldn't answer.” Matt sighed on the other end.

“It's… fine. I just thought… nevermind. I'm glad you're okay. Do you need anything else? If not, I'm gonna go.” His voice was cold but you could still hear the exhaustion.

“Are you okay?” You blurt out, before you can second guess yourself. The line is tensely silent and after a minute, you find yourself rambling

“It's just that I can hear the exhaustion and pain in your voice. I don't mean to pry but I'm just worried about you. Did you get hurt again?”

“You're worried about me?” You feel your cheeks heat at his question and look down at your feet, kicking the pavement.

“I-...of course I am. It sounds like you're really hurt. I know we're not together anymore but that doesn't mean-” Your brain catches up with what you're saying and you abruptly cut yourself off.

“Doesn't mean what?” Matt asks, his voice quiet but hopeful. You sniffle, feeling tears prick at your eyes as the realization really hits you. You miss him. So damn much. And in your inebriated state you can't help but to tell him the truth.

“It doesn't mean that I don't care. Because I do, Matt. I care so much. I miss you so much. Where did we go wrong?” You ask brokenly. Matt's heart shatters at your words and he grunts as he gets to his feet.

“Sweetheart, where are you?”

“Why?”

“Cause I'm gonna come get you. You're obviously drunk and I don't want you walking home alone.”

“No, Matt, you're hurt. You don't need to be worrying about me right now.” You wipe your eyes and sniffle again. “I'll be okay. I'm sorry I called.”

“Are you?”

“...No. I'm not. I missed your voice.”

“I missed yours too.” Matt admits quietly. “I'm sorry I couldn't be who you wanted me to be. I know you wanted me to give up Daredevil but-”

“No, Matt, no! I never wanted that, I just wanted you to slow down some and take care of yourself. You were so hurt all the time and it got to the point I was scared you wouldn't make it home at night. I never wanted you to stop, I just needed you to understand that you were running yourself into the ground.”

“You- Really?” 

“Really.”

“All this time, I thought… God, where did we go wrong?” 

“I don't want you coming out because it sounds like you're hurt but… can I come to you? Can we talk this out?” You bit your lip as you waited on a response. 

“Are you sure you're sober enough for this?” You laughed, hearing the teasing edge to his voice.

“I will be by the time I get to you. Please, Matt? The thought that we could fix this…”

“It is a very tempting thought.” Matt murmured. “My place is a bit of a mess but it's open to you. It always will be.”

You immediately grinned and turned back to the bar.

“Let me pay my tab and say goodbye and I'll be there soon.”

“Stay on the phone with me? Since you won't let me come get you.” You chuckled but agreed. Swiftly, you paid your tab, said goodbye to your friends, and hurried to Matt's. The entire time, the line hung open between the two of you. Soft conversation flowed freely and you felt yourself getting giddy the closer you got to Matt's. By the time you reached his apartment complex, you were almost breathless. The alcohol had worn off on the brisk walk and you were almost wishing for the liquid courage it would have provided you. Instead, you pulled open the door and hurried up the stairs. You made it to Matt's door and got ready to knock when the door swung open. Still holding the phone to your face, hand comically in the air, you grinned. 

“Hi.” You breathed out. Matt smiled at you nervously, ended the phone call between you two, and let his hand fall to his side.

“Hi. Come on in.” He said softly. He stepped to the side, and you entered. You kicked your shoes off and slowly walked down the hall into the living room. You took everything in, from the empty beer bottles on his dining table to the open bottle of painkillers on his coffee table. Turning back to him, you looked him over.

He was dressed in a hoodie and sweats. The hoodie was zipped all the way up for once and you knew it was to hide the extent of his injuries. His hands were tucked in the pockets of the hoodie and he slowly made his way over to you. You felt sympathy well up at the way he was limping and opened your mouth before you could think it through.

“Are you sure you're up for this? You look like you're in a lot of pain.” You told him. His glasses glinted in the light from the billboard as he tilted his head at you. There were bruises hiding behind the lenses and across the bridge of his nose. His lip was split and it highlighted his frown.

“I'm fine. Like you said, the thought that we could fix this is something I can't ignore.”

“We could always fix it later, when you feel better.”

“Having second thoughts?”

“Not at all. Just worried about you.” Matt sighed and walked over to you. He hesitated before reaching out and taking one of your hands in his. You welcomed the touch and told him so by gently squeezing his hand.

“I'll be okay. I promise. Now, do you want anything or should we just get into it?” 

“Let's just get into it.” You told him. You gently squeezed his hand again before separating from him and sitting on the couch. You leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees, looking up at Matt.

“I am so sorry that I made you think I wanted you to stop being Daredevil. That is the last thing I wanted. I know how important it is to you and I would never come between you and your nightly habit. That being said, I did want you to slow down. You were getting so hurt and it killed me to spend my nights wondering if you were even going to make it home because you kept going out even when you were really hurt. If we're going to reconcile, I need to know you're going to take better care of yourself.” Matt nodded slowly at your words. There was a frown etched across his face and his head tilted as he regarded you. 

“I'll be honest, since we've been broken up I've been more reckless. With no one to come home to, I felt like there was no point in being home. Not that I'm blaming you or saying it's your fault. I just spiraled. Foggy and Karen had to set me straight. They made the point that if I ever wanted balance in my life, I was going to have to take more time as Matt and less time as the Devil. It took some time but I finally got it through my head. I'm actually home tonight because I'm healing. As you've already guessed. I won't trouble you with the details but it was bad. This is my second night home. Even with Claire patching me up, I knew I needed to give my body time to heal. So I like to think I am taking better care of myself.”

“Oh, Matt. How bad is it?” His sightless eyes darted back and forth as he shrugged, shifting on his feet. 

“Not as bad as the Nobu fight but close. Claire and Foggy stayed with me through the next day. Once I promised them I was staying home for a couple of days and would take care of myself, they left. When your phone call came through, I… I was so nervous. I was afraid you were calling because you were in trouble and I was too hurt to help…” Matt told you quietly. You teared up at his last words and put your hand over your mouth.

“I'm so sorry I scared you like that. But at the same time…I'm glad I got dared to call you. If it's alright with you, I'd like to keep an eye on you. Check in on you over the next couple of days as you heal.”

“Even if we don't work things out?” The tip of Matt's mouth curled up and you laughed.

“Even if things don't work out. But I have a feeling.”

“You have a feeling?”

“Yep. I have a feeling that everything's going to start getting better from here.” You smiled up at Matt, who finally moved to sit down next to you on the couch. He left plenty of room between the two of you and a part of you longed to close that distance but you let him have it for now. 

“Wow. So you're psychic now?” Matt teased. You laughed and settled back into the couch, turning to face Matt.

“Totally. That's how I really knew to call you. My new psychic abilities.” That caused you both to laugh though it was cut short when Matt gasped in pain and clutched his side. You immediately sobered watching him flinch in pain.

“When was the last time you took anything for pain?” 

“It's been a bit. Probably due for something.” You immediately stood up and headed to his kitchen, opening the cabinet he kept his cups in and pouring him a glass of water. You returned to the couch and took the painkiller bottle off the coffee table. You knocked out enough pills for a dose and then handed them and the water to Matt. He softly thanked you and took them. It was quiet for a few minutes before Matt finally spoke. 

“I missed this.”

“What? You, writhing on the couch in pain? Masochist.” Matt smiled and shook his head.

“No. Having you here. Being able to hear your heartbeat and know I'm not alone.” He admitted quietly. 

“You're not alone, Matt. You've got Claire, Foggy, and Karen to keep you company.”

“Yeah, but they're not you.” You suck in a sharp breath at his words. It never really occurred to you that Matt would miss you so much. You'd thought he would just keep himself busy and be fine. You realize now it was selfish of you to think of him like that. You hesitantly reach out and grab his hand.

“Do you want to try this again? I'm willing to give it a shot if you are.” You tell him and the smile that lights up his face has your heart skipping a beat. You'd almost forgotten just how handsome Matt could be.

“I'd love to try this again. I promise I'll try to be better. I don't ever want you to feel like you don't matter to me. Because you do. So much.”

“You matter to me too. And don't change too much, okay? I love you for you, Matt.”

“Say it again.” He whispered.

“Which part?”

“That you love me.”

“I love you, Matt Murdock.”

“I love you too.” 

And so the two of you spent the next couple hours catching up. You told him everything that had happened in your life since the two of you split and he did the same. It wasn't until you realized it was almost 2 am that you realized you should probably leave. You told Matt as much and he frowned.

“Don't go. Please? It's not safe out there this late. You can stay here.”

“Is that a good idea?” You asked him. 

“I'll stay on the couch if it makes you feel better. Just don't try to walk home this late.” He was serious and you could tell the idea of you leaving really made him anxious.

“Alright, I'll stay. But you're staying in your bed, mister. You are too hurt to be sleeping on this couch.”

“But-”

“Those are my conditions, Matt. I won't have you hurting yourself more for me.”

“Okay.” He sulked. But he stood up and pulled a blanket and an extra pillow from the closet, handing them to you. 

“Thank you. Goodnight, Matt. I'll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

He shuffled his way over to his room and carefully laid down. You noticed he kept his rolling door open and smiled. 

“If you want clothes to change into, you know where to find them.” Matt called out. You nodded and quietly padded over to his room and pulled out an old shirt and some pants. You then disappeared into his bathroom. Once changed and ready for bed, you laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket over you. You noticed Matt was breathing evenly and were glad he was already asleep. You settled down and let yourself drift off.

Only to be woken an hour later by Matt's quiet shouts. You immediately shot up and ran over. Realizing he was having a nightmare, you gently carded your fingers through his hair and cooed softly.

“It's okay, Matt. You're safe. You're just dreaming. Wake up, baby. It's okay.” You just kept whispering sweet nothings to him until he finally lurched awake, eyes darting everywhere in his panic. Once he seemed to realize where he was, he settled. He swallowed thickly. 

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.”

“Okay.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Will you…  will you please stay with me? I don't think I can go back to sleep on my own.” You nodded slowly then rounded the bed and crawled in beside him. There was a tense silence for several minutes before you finally sighed.

“Come here, Matt.” 

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You're not going to. I know you're not going to go back to sleep unless we're touching, so come here.”

Matt didn't say anything at first, he just laid there. For a second you were worried you had made him uncomfortable but then he sighed and carefully rolled over. Your heart broke for him and how badly he seemed to hurt. Before you could second guess yourself, you opened your arms to him.

“Come here, Matt. I've got you.”

Matt's breath hitched and then he was moving. He crawled into your arms and settled himself on top of you, laying between your legs with his head on your chest. You heard him inhale as if to say something but before he could, you settled your arms around him. He immediately relaxed into you, a soft rumble coming from his chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and gently rubbed at his back. Before long, you felt your shirt start to get wet and you felt your own eyes tear up.

“I missed you so much, sweetheart.” Matt said brokenly. “Please don't leave again. I'll do anything just don't l-”

“Shh, Matt. Calm down, I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm here and I've got you.” Like a dam breaking, Matt fell apart right there in your arms and all you could do was hold him through it. The sobs that wracked his body had to hurt but it didn't stop them from happening. You did your best to soothe him, assuring him quietly. Slowly the sobs began to fade and his breathing finally slowed as he calmed down. The odd tear still fell from his eyes but he relaxed and let himself sink into your arms. 

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize, Matt. Everything has clearly been hard on you and you finally let it out. That's okay. I'd rather you let it out then bottle it up.”

“Thank you. For holding me and for being so understanding.”

“I'll always hold you and I'll always try to be understanding.”

Matt smiled and dug his head down into your neck, taking slow deep breaths.

There, wrapped in each others arms, the two of you slowly felt the broken pieces of your hearts start to heal.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #Matt murdock x you #exes to lovers #my writing

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Alicent has got it going on (modern!Alicent x younger!Reader)

synopsis: You go out for a night of fun with your friends, but while you are at the bar, the object of your desire is somewhere entirely else.

warnings: age gap (reader is of age), flirting, dirty talk & smut adjacent, afab reader

word count: 2.1k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Even after countless years of being friends with Helaena, to a point where the two of you would call each other sisters, it still feels weird to just walk into the house that your mom had to drive you to almost every day for years when you were a kid. Times had changed. You grew up and so you could make your own way to the villa and enter through the front door with a key that Helaena had gifted you some years back when the two of you entered college.

Upon entering you hear a voice in the living room which, when further investigating, you find out to be Alicent´s. Currently arguing with someone on the phone. Once she sees you, she holds the phone away from her ear and hangs up.

“Oh, I didn´t see you there.” She greets you with a rare, genuine smile.

"Sorry. I didn't realise you were on a call. I just wanted to say hi." You greet your best friend's mother. You have always found Alicent to be absolutely stunning and so you can´t hide a small blush heating up your cheeks as you give her a small wave.

Alicent turns her full attention towards you at the sound of your voice. She knew you had grown up but hadn’t seen you in quite a while. “Hello, dear. How are you?” Her eyebrows raise, awaiting your answer, not even mentioning the call.

“I've been holding up just fine. How about you? Helaena has told me you're working a lot these days." You give the older woman a small smile in return.

"Yes, dear. It's been non-stop, but that´s business." At her words you remember that she had taken over leading the firm in her husband´s stead only a short while ago when Helaena´s father became too sick to continue to do so indefinitely.

Throughout all this time, she doesn´t take her eyes off you for a single second. Those beautiful, big, brown eyes that seemed to shimmer every time you saw her in spite of or maybe because of the stress she was put under. In the end she wasn´t that much older than you. That thought gets your cheeks to burn a little brighter.

“I hope you remember to take breaks too. The company can be glad to finally be led by someone competent, but it would be a shame to see you work yourself into a burnout or something.” You shuffle your feet on the ground, making her even more aware of your painfully awkward attraction towards her.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. I've become quite used to it. Thank you for your concerns though, dear. That is very sweet.” Alicent says confidently, her tone is filled with pride and she takes your hand to let you feel her gratitude for your expression of concern.

The second the older woman´s skin touches yours, has your brain screaming so loud that you are scared anyone would be able to hear. "You know, if you ever do want a break, you should come out to our bar or something. If you don't think going out with your daughter's friend is weird or something. You would be surprised what an evening out can bring about."

The words let not only her eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up for a second, but your own as well.

Suddenly the air in the room is noticeably thicker. You feel like you don´t get enough of it into your lungs, making your head spin like a carousel and the way the older woman’s hand squeezes yours only throws you off the rails even more.

Before you know it, her hand lets go of yours, not giving any time for disappointment to settle, as they instantly settle on your waist, with her thumbs brushing over your ribs just below the swell of your breasts. In response to her pulling you closer, your hands go to tightly hold her by the waste rubbing tight circles into the soft, by lavish silk covered flesh.

Hesitantly your faces moved closer bit by bit. It felt right to be so close to her, to feel her auburn curls brush against your cheeks and make almost a curtain to shut out the rest of the world. Your noses rub against each other from the proximity and little fireworks tingle over your lips. The moment feels so magical.

The horn of Baela´s car being pressed down continuously, to alert approximately the entire neighbourhood and the muffled screams of the young woman to go along with it pull the two of you back to reality against your will.

“I have to go…” You whisper, basking in the energy of the moment a bit longer. Wishing you could stay there with Alicent for even just one more moment. A wish that is reciprocated by her. You are hyper aware of your hands that rest against her waist to keep her perfect body close when Alicent pulls away from you. And though they have never touched to begin with, your lips chase hers for a second and a whimper leaves your lungs.

"You are perfect." You whisper breathlessly when your eyes flutter back open.

Those moments with Alicent stay in your mind's forefront the entire time you sit beside your friends in the cinema. Thinking about the almost kiss rather than paying attention to whatever movie Helaena and Baela had decided on.

The three of you head to a bar afterwards to meet up with a few more friends. Each of you getting enough drinks to ensure everyone was a good bit more than just lightly buzzed. In your inebriated state you remember you still had Alicent´s number saved from something or another a few months ago. So without thinking you reach into your purse to pull out your phone to send the woman a short message. "I can't get you out of my mind. Your hands felt like pure heaven."

Normally you would have spent the time until the device pinged with a response biting at your nails to relief the nervous energy that would course through your system, but it doesn´t happen. The earlier interaction had made you feel quite confident in the attraction being requited. At the same time, back at the Targaryen-Hightower home Alicent smirked at the message as her body began tingling anew. "I miss touching you. Your body is just so irresistible." She replied, leaning back in her chair as she waited for her phone to vibrate again. If anyone would see her right now, they would probably say she looks like a giddy schoolgirl. And you didn´t look much better. Biting your lip to keep yourself from kicking your feet at the warm giddiness that spread through your body with every answer you received from her.

"Gods, I wish I could be with you right this second so I could taste your skin and worship you just the way you deserve." One of your friends that keeps you company while the others go to get more drinks eyes you suspiciously, but luckily says nothing. Counting myself lucky in that I put my phone away and try to concentrate on the conversation at hand, but feeling it vibrate once more pulls your thoughts right back to Alicent. "And what exactly would this worship entail?" Reads the message, making your mind reel and run wild with everything you wanted to do to her.

"It would entail me kissing all over your body and feeling you all over. Tracing your skin with my tongue up your thighs to your most sensitive spot and then I would spend my time between your thighs until your throat would be sore from screaming my name." You can feel your breath become shallow already even though there was no ending to the evening in sight yet and there was no chance to leave early either, but no matter how much you told yourself to calm down it is to no use. The arousal that pools between your legs and sticks your panties to your core at the thought of the older woman won´t let up. It takes longer for another answer to roll in this time, due to Alicent willing her reddened cheeks and racing heart to calm down in order to think clearly again. Only then she finds an appropriate response to type out and send with lightly trembling fingers. “You sure know how to make me feel things, don’t you?”

Despite willing herself to calm down, Alicent's body became flushed. Her breath hitched at the vivid description, and her body became flooded with a rush of pure heat. She couldn’t believe someone could speak so filthy. Her jaw hung open with a dumb expression as she read the message over and over again.

“It´s only what you deserve. You work so hard; you deserve to feel good every once in a while.” You respond almost instantly. Barely making it in time to hide the screen again as Helaena looks over your shoulder.

“The youth and their phones….” She clicks her tongue but breaks out in a giggle not even a few seconds after. “Who has you smiling like this?”

Judging by the redness spread over all over her face she is far more affected by the alcohol than the rest of you. Then again, she always was the one worst at handling her booze. Conveniently this gave you the perfect topic change.

“Maybe you should drink some water before you get another round.” You snicker at her antics.

“I´m fine, mom.” She chanted exaggeratedly, though even the sentiment can´t ruin her mood.

So, you shrug it of and decide that keeping an eye on her would be all you can do. A smart choice, as the night soon gets cut short, by her getting a little too hyper. Leading to Baela dropping you off at the house, before getting herself back to Driftmark. Bless the seven that the Velaryon stayed sober and thus could help you to basically carry her all the way from the car to her room as to not make a major commotion and wake everyone else up. Unfortunately, it is a whole different story to get her to sleep. A seemingly impossible task throughout which you have to remind yourself how much you loved your best friend repeatedly.

Once Helaena is sound asleep naturally you are wide awake. Tossing, turning and scrolling through your phone in a now much more sober state. Then you remember the texts you had sent to Alicent earlier and with your friend fast asleep, you sneak out of her room and down the hall to Alicent's. Opening and closing the door as quietly as possible, you find the woman splayed out in her bed. Clad in a short, dark green satin nightdress and illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. The cool light makes her look even more gorgeous than the sunlight earlier, though you thought that wasn't possible. Her breasts rise and fall in deep, even breaths. It´s a sight for the gods. On your tiptoes you make your way over to the bed. Feeling the soft mattress dip underneath your weight, as you lean over her unsuspecting form. For a second you doubt what you are about to do, but when the Hightower woman shifts in her unconscious state to expose her neck more and her soft lips part for a sigh to escape, you´re done for.

Your own lips part and your head lowers to press a wet kiss to her neck. Then another and another as Alicent shifts and writhes beneath, before finally waking up with a gasp of your name.

“Shhh, yes it´s me.” You whisper to her to signal to stay quiet.

She blinks the sleep from her eyes with rapid movements and threads her fingers into your hair. “Don´t stop, please…”

She begs in a breathy, irresistible voice and who were you to deny her. With a brush of the fingers, you put a strand of auburn curls behind her ear, triggering a full body shiver when your nails scrape along the sensitive skin.

“I won´t. I promise.” You vow in return and seal it by sealing her lips with your in the kiss that should have happened hours ago. Followed by so much more that, if titled the best night of your life, would still be an understatement. Having her thighs tremble on the sides of your head as she tried to keep her body away from resting fully on your head, no matter how often you tried to nudge her down by the hips. Satisfied couldn´t even begin to capture the air around you as you lay beside each other, tightly entangled, bathed in the light of the rising sun and on the brink of sleep.

#alicent hightower #sapphic alicent hightower #alicent hotd #alicent x reader #alicent x you #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower x you #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd x reader #hotd x you

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 7

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Reader and Alejandro interactions that make Simon jealous and a wee bit insecure. Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

____ pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, sighing. She had just come back from an underwhelming meeting with her editor. 

She had proudly submitted the first few chapters of her manuscript, hoping they would be a hit, but was instead bombarded with the many suggestions of changes that should be made; while the plot itself was alright, the main complaint had to do with the male lead. 

“Frederick is not captivating or interesting enough. He needs more depth and personality… Definitely something different from Elystran,” the voice of the editor echoed in her thoughts as she killed the engine of her car and stepped out of the car. The thought of it once again made her shoulders slump with disappointment. 

Just as she did, out of the elevator across her parking spot came Alejandro. He spotted her and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, twirling his car keys around his finger. 

“Hey, where you off to? I thought you were at work already.” 

He shrugged, “Took a day off for a doctor's appointment.”

“What happened?” 

“Nasty back pain,” he sighed. Then noticing her dull spirits, he asked if she was okay. 

“Yeah, I just came back from a meeting with the editor and apparently, I have a lot of stuff to change in my manuscript.” 

“Ah,” he nodded solemnly, “I'm sorry to hear that.” 

She shrugged. “It is what it is.” 

Alejandro was silent for a moment, unsure whether to ask whatever he had on his mind. He decided to just go for it. “Do you mind if I read the manuscript? I'd like to see what it's all about. Maybe get a sneak peek into your next book too.” He winked at her. 

“I was actually thinking of asking you just that.” She beamed, happy that he asked. 

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Actually, most of the problems in my manuscript are with the male lead, so I think your valuable input as a man would really help me out. And your general opinion as a reader too.” 

The man couldn't help but feel flattered. “Is that so? Then I'd be happy to help you out. Just send me the manuscript and I'll read it soon.” He threw his car keys in the air and caught it in his rugged, tan hand and smiled. 

“Perfect.” Just as she was about to say something else, she got a notification on her phone, which she immediately took out, hoping it was a message from the editor changing his mind about the manuscript. 

But it was Simon. Though a little disappointed, she still smiled, and he noticed.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly at her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. She kept the phone back in her pocket, deciding to answer him later. 

Alejandro found it a little odd that she wouldn’t reply to Simon immediately, but he figured, “Maybe it’s just me,” and decided to let it be. 

“I’m offended you didn’t tell me you started dating,” he smirked, playfully putting on a tone of feigned offense as he put his hand on his chest. “How’d you two meet?”

She laughed at his dramatics and then briefly related the incident to him. 

“So you two started dating only a month and a half after meeting each other? That's… quick.” Alejandro remarked, raising his eyebrow. He knew people could fall in love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case with everyone. 

“Yeah,” her voice squeaked and her gaze faltered; she cursed herself for it. “We found a lot in common and… hit it off.” 

“Hm…” he exhaled, noticing the vagueness and lack of conviction in her voice and body language, but decided not to comment on it, not wanting to jump into conclusions too soon. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you found someone,” he said with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then looked at his watch. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for the appointment.” 

“Alright, see you later!” she said with some eagerness, wanting to end the conversation, for she didn't know how else she could cover up. 

“See ya, muñequita.” 

Simon had recently followed ____’s spam/personal account, and saw that the skeleton plushie made a very frequent appearance. It showed up even on her main account to her tons of followers. 

The story on her personal account posted late in the morning showed the skeleton perched against her laptop screen along with the caption, “Serious writer’s block rn. He’s cheering me on!”

The next image, posted three hours later was of Alejandro in front of a laptop that looked like hers, captioned, “@-alevargas is giving me some pointers. He's ruthless 💀”

Simon grunted, feeling a spurt of jealousy. He rolled over on his side on Gaz's sofa, nearly kicking Johnny– who was seated on the floor– on the back of his head. 

He didn't hear his friend's yelp as he was too busy feeling bummed that she didn't ask him, especially after the two shared meaningful conversations over her novel before. 

“It's not like I can control who she chooses to share her work with,” he told himself resignedly, “Besides, we're just friends. I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous like this.” 

Yet he couldn't help it. 

Simon decided to scope out his competition by paying a visit to Alejandro's Instagram page. Upon reaching there, he found that the man was an up-and-coming part time model with a fair amount of followers. Even though Simon saw him in real life and found him to be a handsome man, his modeling photographs rendered him dangerously handsome; he had perfectly tanned skin, thick glossy black waves styled gorgeously to suit his masculine features, straight pearly whites for teeth, a near perfect five o'clock shadow, an athletic and muscular body, and a dazzling smile characteristic of motivational speakers. He was Mexican, to top it off, which meant that he most definitely was an outgoing and energetic guy. 

Simon felt his confidence fade into insignificance. Here was a man perfect in every respect like an expertly cut diamond, and compared to him, Simon felt like an ugly, misshapen rock. His own features contrasted with Alejandro's in his brooding, glaring eyes, his pale skin, thin lips, crooked teeth, his somber and quiet outward personality, and most of all, his marred face and body. 

He immediately exited Instagram and dropped the phone on his chest, sighing. “Yeah, with a bloke like him as competition, there's no way I'm winning,” he thought to himself, now resting his arm over his forehead. 

“Oi, Ghosty,” Johnny nudged Simon's leg with his elbow. 

The familiar nickname irked him all of a sudden, as it felt like a reminder of his flaws. “What?” he asked, trying not to sound snappy. 

“Did ye ask ____ if she wants tae come for our one night camp?”

Simon grunted. “I'll ask later.” 

“No. Yer gonna forget. Also, tell her that Lindsey is coming too.” 

Lindsey. Simon remembered Johnny telling him about her soon after he confessed their stalking. A short, freckled, ginger girl; Johnny spoke about her a lot and with excitement too, even calling her ‘Jolene’ in reference to the Dolly Parton song. Simon wasn't particularly surprised that Johnny was gallivanting with yet another lady; that's what he had always been doing since high school. His wit, charm, smiles, energy, and particularly his Scottish accent recommended him greatly to the opposite sex. He only hoped that Lindsey wouldn't take him too seriously. 

Simon picked his phone back up and sent a quick text to ____  about the camping trip and its general details. No sooner was he about to throw his device aside on the coffee table to pay more attention to Gaz who was playing his electric guitar nearby, her reply came. 

Author Girl: of course I'd love to come!  Simon Riley: great. I'll let you in on more details later Simon Riley: Johnny has invited your friend too apparently Author Girl: Really? She didn't even tell me. Simon Riley: u better ask her about it then. 

There appeared to be a slight delay in her reply even though she was online, and he wondered what she was up to. Finally, a reply came after two minutes. 

Author Girl: I'll do that :)  Simon Riley: Are you busy?  Author Girl: yeah kind of. Alejandro is giving me some suggestions for my story

He felt a twinge of jealousy again. “He's still there? At this point, maybe they make a better pair than she and I,” he thought despairingly. 

Simon Riley: yeah, I saw ur Instagram story. How's it coming along?  Author Girl: it's coming along great. We're almost done here Simon Riley: he's at your place?  Author Girl: yeah, he came over to give me some enchiladas he made and I invited him to come in. 

Another twinge of jealousy, and another skill to add to Alejandro's repertoire. 

Simon was so close to typing, “I wish you invited me instead,” but immediately deleted it. 

Simon Riley: cool.  Simon Riley: I'll leave you two then, I got other things to do Author Girl: sure. I'll text u back soon :)  Simon Riley: alright. Cheers

She noticed how he went offline so quickly and stared at her phone for a moment. “Is it just me or did he seem a little off?” she wondered to herself, hoping she wasn't reading too much into it. She shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with whatever he was busy with. 

“Muñequita?” Alejandro's voice interrupted her reverie.

Her eyes snapped back to the man sitting across her. “Yes?” she smiled, not realising she had been engrossed with Simon. 

He looked at the clock on her wall. “I should get going now. It's gotten late,” he said, now placing her laptop on the coffee table and rising. 

“Oh right, I've kept you here long enough,” she chuckled as she rose too. “Wait here for a moment.” 

Alejandro, confused and curious, stood by the coffee table as he watched her disappear behind her kitchen door. She soon appeared with a can of soda, which she put in his hand. 

“That's for you, as thanks for the enchiladas and helping me out,” she said, grinning at him. 

He chuckled and playfully gave her forehead a gentle knock with the edge of the cold can. “Thanks, muñequita,” he smirked, opening the tab of the can with a single finger and taking a long sip of the soda. “Well,” he began as soon as the sip was drowned, “I'll be off now. Good night.” 

“Good night, Alejandro. Take care,” she said as she walked him to the door. 

“You too, nena,” he gave her a little smile. “Call me if you need any more help, alright? I'll be at your beck and call,” he said only half-jokingly, giving her a wink. 

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You don't need to do that, but I'll let you know.”

As soon as he left, she breathed a heavy sigh. The conversation with Alejandro was fruitful, but she was exhausted. She decided to decompress and wind down for the night by taking a nice, long shower and a soak in the bathtub. She then had a simple dinner and just before bedtime, she was found on her bed in her satin pajamas and her phone, cuddled with the cushions and plushies; Little Simon, the most preferred and well loved, was tucked under her arm and pressed against her breast. 

Her cute animal video marathon was interrupted by a message from (Bigger) Simon. 

Simon Riley: wyd? Are you busy?  Author Girl: watching videos. Hbu?  Simon Riley: [photo]  Simon Riley: watching a film with the lads. It's boring 

The photo showed a glowing television screen in a dark room, and a little cameo of Johnny's familiar mohawk at the bottom as he was seated on the floor in front of Simon. 

Simon Riley: I'd rather talk to you

She felt her heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: I hope I'm not disturbing you btw Author Girl: no no you're not Author Girl: tbh I'd rather be talking to you too 😂

It was now Simon's turn to feel his heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: good, because I'm in for a conversation  Author Girl: what do u wanna talk about?  Simon Riley: hmm Simon Riley: how did it go with Alejandro? 

Unbeknownst her, Simon had to revise that text several times so as to not make himself sound unnecessarily overprotective, prying, and smothering. He hoped that he sounded casual and carefree enough. 

Author Girl: went well. He gave me a lot of pointers for my male characters. My editor wasn't so happy with my male lead so I had to consult an actual guy to help me out Simon Riley: you could've asked me Author Girl: yeah well Alejandro was the first guy I came across so I thought I'd ask him. I was going to ask a bunch of different guys too so I'll be asking you next 😁 Simon Riley: good. I'll be glad to help.  Simon Riley: btw about the trip Simon Riley: I need to fill u in w the finer details. Can I call you rn?  Author Girl: sure

She sat up straight on the bed with bated breath. Though he had a few phone calls with him, she still felt a little bit nervous. She was about to get lost in her thoughts when the blaring of her ringtone made her jump with fright. She scrambled to pick up the call. 

“Hey!” she squeaked in a high pitch, and immediately cleared her throat. 

“Hi darling,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate; she could hear him smiling. “You alright? You seem a little… I don't know, surprised?”

“No,” she said breathlessly, “No, no, I'm fine.” She chuckled. When she heard the faint sound of traffic on his side, she asked, “Are you out already?” 

“Just the balcony,” he answered.” How could you tell?”

“I could hear some traffic.” 

“You're sharp,” he complimented. 

She smiled. “Thanks. Now, what did you want to discuss?” 

“Right, yes,” his voice immediately turned serious. He gave her all the finer details of the trip for a few minutes and at the end of it, he asked, “We're planning on using a car to get there since it's gonna be the five of us and it will save on petrol. Do you think we could use your car?” 

“Well if my car is in good enough condition for you, then I don't mind,” she said, a hint teasingly. 

He chuckled. “If I check it and find anything wrong, I'll give you a bollocking,” he teased back. 

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes, smiling, “You gave me enough of a bollocking the other day when my battery died. I'm not going to let you do it again.”

She heard him laugh, and like it always did, her heart melted. 

“You deserved it,” he scoffed. “But anyway, batteries and bollockings aside, you're okay with your car being used?”

“Absolutely.” 

“And you're comfortable driving long distances? Like I said, it will be a three hour drive, which is quite long by European standards.” 

“I'm okay with it. It's been a long time since I've driven that long though.” 

“Don't worry, if you're tired, I'll take your place.” 

“You? But didn't you say you were a bad driver?” she smirked. 

He could hear her smirking and thought he'd try to make her laugh. “If I try really hard, I can avoid hitting a tree.” 

She burst out laughing. “You're banned from the driver's seat!”

He smiled, gratified. “Whatever shall I do,” he said sarcastically, smiling and shaking his head. 

“If you can prove that you won't hit anything within the first five minutes of the drive, then maybe I'll consider letting you drive for longer,” she challenged, shifting in her seat on the bed and running her finger over the contours of Little Simon on her lap. 

“Challenge accepted,” he said with a self-assured snort. 

She smiled at his confidence and willingness. “So where are we all meeting again?” she asked. 

“At my place. I'll send you directions for it after this.”

“Okay,” she exhaled, now thinking of what his place looked like. What sort of decor and aesthetic he preferred, what sort of colors he liked, and if he kept house plants. 

The two continued to converse a little more until their eyes felt heavy and they started yawning. 

“Are your friends still watching the movie?” she asked, by this time half sitting up and half laying down on her bed. 

“I think it's almost over,” Simon, who was still seated in the balcony, looked over his shoulder at Gaz and Johnny who had their eyes still glued to the television set, despite them having melted into the sofa. “You sound sleepy, darling. You should go.” 

“Hmm…” she sighed. “But I don't want to go,” she whined in a soft, sleepy mumble. 

“Why not?” he questioned smilingly, not wanting her to hear how her sleepy whine was making him melt. 

“I like talking to you,” she replied in a tone that was trying to convince him to stay. She rolled over on her side, holding Little Simon close to her chest. 

The man's distant eyes softened as he heard this and he felt a little tickle in his stomach. His voice deepened, quietened, and mellowed as he replied, “Same here, my darling, but we'll talk again soon, alright? You sound like you're gonna fall asleep right now.” 

He heard another little whine, and he chuckled, unable to stop finding her cuteness so endearing and sweet. “Go on now,” he encouraged gently. 

She finally relented. “Good night, Simon,” she said in a half-whisper. 

“Good night, my love.” 

There ended the call, and Simon kept his phone on his thigh, feeling his face turn warm against the cool, damp air of the outdoors. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. 

“Fuck me…” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

This phone call was a huge boost to his earlier insecurity. Their banter, her acting cute, her not wanting to stop talking to him was evidence enough that she preferred him over Alejandro. He could only hope that his hunch was right and that she wasn't doing the same thing with the other man. 

When the sound of her puppy-like whine echoed in his mind again, he groaned, wishing he could punch a wall so he could feel manly again. 

Any more, and she was going to be the death of him. 

The same woman, blissfully unaware of how her unintentional cuteness affected Simon, was now half-asleep on her bed, fingers curled loosely around her phone, and Little Simon nestled under her arm. 

“Elystran, from your first book, was bubbly and energetic. So I think that it would make sense for Frederick to be a little more reserved and aloof, but someone with power and authority, unyielding, and kind to nobody but Adelheid. Maybe if you knew someone with similar traits like these, you could use them as a model.” Alejandro's words from their earlier discussion echoed in her thoughts. 

Like lazily floating clouds on a clear summer's day, her thoughts drifted, trying to think of who would make the perfect model. 

Her thoughts settled on one man: 

“Simon.”

End of Part 7.

Part 8

Thank you all for your love on this series! I enjoy writing this and all your wonderful likes, comments, and reblogs fuel my passion some more. It's sm fun to write fluff; too bad I don't see a lot of it on tumblr lol. But anyway, thank you all once again. Remember, if you enjoyed this and want to be notified for updates, leave a comment so that I can add you to my tag list. x

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[slayfics]

Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

You meet with Muichiro again after healing at the butterfly mansion.

Chapter 10

You had woken up the next morning and Muichiro was nowhere to be found. You wondered what had even happened. You knew you were hurt badly, so you wondered if you could have imagined Muichiro cuddling you through the night.

"Good to see you are up!" You heard and looked over to see Shinobu.

"Tokito was sent on a mission." She explained.

That meant he really was here. You didn't imagine what had happened.

"You'll be ok to leave in a week or two. Stay comfortable and rest until then ok," Shinobu smiled then left.

The next two weeks seemed to take an eternity, and Muichiro never came to visit again. He didn't even write to you. You felt so confused about your relationship with the Hashira.

His mixed signals and impossible to read emotions were driving you mad. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over you when Shinobu finally released you to go back to Muichiro's Mansion. Finally you might be able to get some answers.

You never felt like you got somewhere so quickly. You couldn't wait to see Muichiro again and hopefully clear up whatever was going on. Above all you wanted to redeem yourself and fight even harder on the next mission with him.

When you got to the mansion you saw Muichiro standing outside with your belongings around him.

"Um... Hi-" you began to say but Muichiro interjected.

"I'm glad you are feeling better, but I have decided to fire you as my Tsuguko. I can no longer train you." Muichiro said, looking at the floor refusing to meet your gaze.

You felt your heart shatter. He really was disappointed in you. He did come to regret accepting you as his Tsuguko. Why did he even bother to comfort you that night at the Butterfly Mansion? This didn't make any sense.

You didn't want to cry but you couldn't help it. Tears began to fall as you pleaded to him for another chance.

"I know I messed up, but I promise I'll train even harder and I'll do better next time. Please just give me more chance Tokito!"

"There is nothing left to say on the matter," Muichiro said, turning his back to you and walking into the mansion, leaving you alone with your belongings outside.

I want to profusely apologize to you all after this chapter. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! All I’ll say is please come back for the next chapters! They aren’t all this sad I promise~

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[yujo-nishimura]

Red Hair or Red Nose? - Part 3

Sorry, I am taking my time writing this - I am enjoying the process so much. Have fun reading!

As you step back into the pub, flanked by the renowned pirate captains, a hush falls over the entire establishment. Sensing the weight of the moment, you quickly make your way towards your loyal navigator, who had patiently awaited your return. Not wanting him to uncover your past, you kindly request him to go back to the ship and inform the crew to wait there for you. Loyal as he is, he does not question your request, finishes his drink and stands up immediately to leave towards the harbor. In these moments you are proud to be the captain of the crew you had chosen. 

With your navigator's departure, two empty chairs at the bar beckon you, and you settle back into your previous spot. Buggy takes his place on your right, while Shanks occupies the seat on your left. You can feel the tension between these two, you are trapped in the middle. Just like the good old days.

You glance at Buggy, since you didn't have time yet to take a closer look at him - he has also become fairly handsome. His trademark nose has not changed a bit, but he has taken his flashy personality to the next level and has added clown makeup to his face. His bright gray eyes are still full of passion and determination as when you first met him, his shoulders and strong arms are a proof of the battles he had fought. His long blue hair is tucked under a bandana, you feel a sudden urge to touch it, unleash it, to tease this clown. The weakness in your knees was still there and you were glad to be able to sit down. Buggy realizes that you have scanned him from head to toe and he is smiling back at you with a sly grin. He seems to start to enjoy himself. 

"So, what does a beautiful lady like yourself drink in a place like this?" Shanks initiates the conversation, his voice laced with curiosity and charm. As you turn towards him, captivated by his words, you inadvertently miss the flicker of disappointment that crosses Buggy's face, realizing that he has momentarily lost your attention.

"Ah, it seems the beautiful lady has a taste for whiskey, just like a true pirate. And with that sword at your side, I assume you're a pirate yourself?" Buggy interjects, making an effort to regain your attention, while Shanks chuckles in response.

"Buggy, are you telling me you've already examined her hips before even sharing a drink?" Shanks teases, causing Buggy to bristle defensively.

"Damn it, I'm just cautious and always take note of any weapons people carry. You should probably do the same and be less reckless!" Buggy retorts.

"I believe a beautiful lady like her doesn't pose any danger, or does she?" Shanks redirects the conversation, his eyes now fixed on you, both captains eagerly awaiting your response. It's a relief that they have shifted their focus to engage with you directly. 

"Well, yes, I am a pirate, a captain just like the two of you. I'm here to restock my supplies and enjoy some drinks before embarking on the Grand Line once again," you assert, playing nervously with your glass.

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you!" Shanks nods, satisfied with your answer.

Buggy, feeling a sense of exclusion from this newfound intimacy, scoffs. "You talk like you know each other!"

"Well, I do know both of you quite well. Your wanted posters can be found in every town and city along the Grand Line," you respond, emphasizing your familiarity with their notorious reputations. 

You still do not say anything about your name or identity. You wait for Shanks to reveal it or for better timing this evening. You slowly start to relax and enjoy yourself as drinks are ordered. Buggy's gaze fixates on you once again as the drinks arrive, and he extends the glass of whiskey, seemingly attempting to get a better look at you. His expression has shifted, revealing a mix of confusion, anger, and perhaps even arousal. His piercing eyes seem to penetrate through your very being.

Unlike the sense of safety and protection you felt in Shanks' presence earlier, this encounter with Buggy leaves you feeling vulnerable and weak. Strangely enough, this vulnerability doesn't bother you; instead, it triggers a peculiar sensation of submission that courses through your body. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one that you're still processing and trying to understand.

"Are you absolutely certain we haven't crossed paths before?" Buggy queries, his question carrying an air of force, as if he expects only one truth from you.

"You're probably just wishing you had the chance to meet her before," Shanks chuckles, his laughter filling the air. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to his side. You blush and freeze in his warm arms. It becomes evident that he is relishing this moment, delighting in provoking a reaction from both you and Buggy.

Buggy's reaction to Shanks' actions is immediate, his frustration evident as he swiftly turns around and detaches his hand, reaching to touch your chin and redirect your gaze towards him. His demanding eyes again! You feel helpless. 

"Is this red-haired monkey causing you any trouble, sweetheart?" 

Buggy inquires, his tone laced with a mix of concern and possessiveness.

To be continued...

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[marvelfanfics1]

daddy loki request!

Could you do one where little one is feel really little and tired after a Mission or something of your choice and loki is in his little office room and little one go around the whole tower trying to find him and gets more aggravated every time she can’t find him ?

I love your little reader work so much!!!

Only Need Daddy

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!Avenger!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, just fluff

A/n: I'm glad you like 'em!

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒ 

The moment you walked out of the jet you felt how your littlespace kicked in, the mission you just finished together with Natasha, Clint, and Peter had exhausted you and all you wanted at the moment was to be held by your daddy.

You went to your shared room, frowning a little when Loki wasn't there to greet you like he always does, and changed yourself into more comfortable clothes that suited your headspace.

You grabbed your favorite stuffie from the bed and started to search for Loki desperately.

First, you went to the library area of the tower where he usually was but couldn't find him there, then you thought maybe he was doing some workout with Thor but only saw Bucky and Steve doing some combat practice.

"Hey, little doll." the brunette smiled when he noticed you standing by the door, nibbling at your nails. "What you doing here all alone?"

"Where's daddy?"

The soldiers looked at each other, both shrugging and Steve turned to you with a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry sweets, we don't know where he is. Maybe he's in the common room?"

You nod and made your way to the common area but yet again were disappointed when he wasn't there.

You grew more restless and it got to a point where you started sniffling when you couldn't find him anywhere.

You were about to pass Thor on your way back to your room but he stopped you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"What's troubling you, tiny one?" he asked concerned, you were feeling too little to give him a proper answer and just mumbled out a small. "Dada..."

Nothing else had to be said and Thor took your hand, leading you to the only room you haven't checked, Loki's office. He rarely uses it and when he did it was while you were on missions, on playdates with Kate and Peter, or out with Natasha and Wanda.

Thor opens the door for you and pats your head two times, going to what he planned to do before he found you.

Loki turned around with his chair and smiled when he saw you rushing towards him, letting you wrap your arms around him before helping you sit on his lap.

"Hello, little one. You came back earlier than I expected..." he trailed off when he heard your sniffles. "What's wrong?"

You just shook your head, clinging more onto him and Loki started to rub your back in a manner to calm you down.

"It's alright, you don't have to say anything. Daddy's here now" he whispered in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and moving your head to lay it on his shoulder.

He stayed with you like that for a while until you were half asleep and stood up with you wrapped around him and got to your bedroom to take a nap with you.

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒ 

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[nevsdoll]

bad grade | professor longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary! y/n can't concentrate in herbology lessons due to her new young professor and gets a bad grade on last test

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT ! | PROFESSOR X STUDENT !!! | fingering, cheating, vulgar vocabulary

a/n: sorry english isn't my first language ) : + this is the first ever fic i post here i hope y'all like it:3

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

you couldn't stand the way he made you feel, everytime you looked at him you could sense your heartbeats increasing and your cheeks blushing. but what really bothered you, was the feeling inside your panties. your underclothes dampen anytime he spoke and your hand uncontrollably going down your body trying to relieve the tension. but you knew it wasn't right. he was your teacher. you were already 18 by the time but it felt wrong still.

he was the new herbology professor. neville longbottom. you knew the stories about him, you knew he was the one that killed nagini at the battle of hogwarts, but his fame wasn't really the thing you found more astonishing from him. he was extremely gentle and sweet, didn't even brag about his adventures with the famous harry potter.

all of your friends knew you had a crush on him, but who wouldn't? he was brave, smart, tall, handsome and young. most of the hogwarts teachers were old people. obviously, not your friends nor you thought you could ever get with him, because, again, he was your teacher.

"here i have the results from the last quiz" he said showing a pack of written papers. "most of you did well, but some few... not so much..." you knew one of them was going to be you, because it was impossible for you to concentrate in his class while trying not to fuck your chair over the excitement that man made you feel. the tall professor started giving out the paper for each students while you tried not to look at him. "y/n" you rose your head at the call, only to see him standing right in front of you. usually he said "miss y/sn" but today, you could sense he was disappointed. "come see me at the end of today classes, alright?" he left putting your paper on your table.

you nodded and turned to see the quiz. not a single question was right. he even drew a sad face besides the circular zero at the top right corner of the paper. "shit..." you whispered to yourself, just to sense a soft hit on the arm from your friend sitting next to you. you turned your head to her. "girl, don't look at the mark, he said he wants to see you after school" she whispered excited.

"yeah, to tell me how bad i did and give me some ugly tutor" you answered.

but being fully honest, you were thinking the same thing as her. you wished that later visit could go with your whole body under him and his punishment being your overstimulation.

after a few hours more, the time came and you started walking towards the greenhouse. you stopped at the door and took a deep breath before opening it. "good afternoon, professor..." he was checking some plants when you entered, and your greeting made him turn to the door.

"y/n, sit here" you nervously did as he told you. "i've noticed your marks have been decreasing since i've took over with herbology from your last professor... i wanted to know if you do not understand or have any difficulties with my way of teaching, i mean, if i'm doing something wrong and want to tell me how to improve it and of course, help you, i'll be happy to listen... at the end of the day, i'm new at teaching" he laughed a bit while looking at you softly.

how perfect could he be? thinking the problem was in him?

you swallowed nervously, "it's nothing like that... your way of teaching is perfect, really... professor."

with that answer he only seemed to be even more confused than before. "okay... i'm glad to hear it... but then, what is it? is there something wrong? you don't have to tell if you don't want to, though, i will understand. i just want you to know i'm here and i'll try helping you in any way i can" he smiled gently.

"no, no... don't worry... i'm fine. i just can't seem to concentrate, that's all..." you swallowed once more, placing your hands between your legs trying to cover the fact that your leaking panties were starting to wet your skirt and at the same time, to start some slow friction at your hopeless clit, which was pumping faster than your heart.

"might only be at my class because i asked the other professors and from what i know, you are doing just f-..." at that exact moment you knew. he noticed. your hips slowly moving the chair and your hands shaking in between your thighs. "oh... i see... that is what's going on, then" you wanted to stop, but your body kept going, he was looking down at your skirt and his voice going lower and quieter. it was making you go absolutely crazy. "you won't tell this to hannah, won't you?" your eyes opened in shock as he sat you on the table and brought you close to him. he looked at you waiting for an answer.

you denied rapidly with your head, you didn't even know who hannah was. he smiled and slowly placed a finger on your clothed clit. "as i said, i want to help you in any way i can... so, i hope your marks get better after this, y/n." he started caressing your clit with two fingers. your eyes already white and your hips hitting his fingers begging for more. he smiled and moved his fingers to the inside of your panties. "you are so wet" he took his fingers from inside your underwear and licked them. "is this your first time?" you nodded nervously. his fingers crawled back inside your clothes, just for now to get a bit further, caressing the lips of your pussy and slowly sticking one of them inside of you. you gasped in response. "does it feel good?" gently he caressed your insides with his finger.

"one more..." you said, keeping your eyes shut. you were happy but at the same time, extremely embarrassed, this was the first time someone fingered you other than you on your own, and it was a professor.

"one more?" he laughed and inserted another finger into you, increasing the pace and adding friction to your clit with his thumb.

it didn't took you long to get to orgasm, filling his fingers with fluids and covering your mouth with your hand.

"good." he said just before licking his fingers once more. "i hope your grades start getting better now or we might have to do this again"

#hp fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp headcanon #hps #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x y/n #y/n #neville smut

[drpeppertummy]

Morty and marianne would be intriguing. :3c

i triedddd idk if i did either of them justice but i triedd

[hunger, stuffing]

Morty's belly rumbled as he pondered the extensive menu. It was a late Sunday night, so late that there was next to nobody in the little diner. It was strange to be there when it was so quiet; he normally went during the daytime, when it was noisy and busy and crowded. Now, where there would ordinarily be too much chatter and clatter to hear himself think, he could hear only soft music coming through the radio, punctuated occasionally by a little bit of noise from the kitchen. And, of course, his stomach.

Unable to process the ridiculous diner menu, Morty was just about to close his eyes and pick something at random when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see a large, sturdy waitress smiling down at him, tall and broad, with a look in her eye that reminded him of a cat who's just cornered a mouse. He returned the smile.

"And how are you doin' tonight, cutie pie?"

"Starving," he answered honestly, and she laughed.

"I'll bet," she grinned. "I could hear your tummy growling all the way from over there. Don't you worry, sweetheart, you'll be lucky if you're not stuck in the booth by the time you're done."

Morty liked the friendly waitress--Marianne, her name was--and he was a little disappointed when she finally left the table with his order. After some hemming and hawing, she'd talked him into spaghetti with a side of broccoli and a baked potato, a bowl of Manhattan clam chowder, and an appetizer of mozzarella sticks on top of it all. You look like you could use a little extra, she'd teased, and he'd laughed and agreed. He was a scrawny little thing; weight just never seemed to want to stick to him.

It wasn't long before Marianne returned with the chowder and a Shirley Temple, and Morty perked up a little at the sight of her. His belly rumbled loudly as she set the bowl down before him. She giggled, and he smiled sheepishly up at her, a soft blush creeping onto his face.

"You better get eating," she said, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I'll have your mozzarella sticks out in a few minutes. You go ahead and start filling that poor tummy up before it eats itself!"

Morty watched her go, still blushing, then gladly obliged. His empty stomach welcomed the hot chowder with open arms, the gnawing ache of hunger slowly fading as he wolfed it down. While his noisy belly made it plenty clear that he was hungry, he hadn't realized just how ravenous he'd been until the bowl sat empty before him not two minutes after Marianne had brought it out. His tummy felt taut after eating so quickly. He felt a gurgle bubble up inside him and just barely managed to stifle an enormous burp. His stomach deflated noticeably--he'd swallowed more air than chowder in his frenzy--and he let out a soft little sigh of relief.

"I bet that felt good," remarked Marianne, and Morty jumped. He hadn't noticed her approaching. He looked up, startled, and she laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, sweetpea, I didn't mean to scare you," she chuckled, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "I hope you saved some room for your appetizer, because they're nice and hot." She took her hand from his shoulder--he found himself missing it quickly--and replaced the empty bowl with a plate of mozzarella sticks. He wasn't nearly as hungry as he had been when he'd first walked in, but his mouth watered at the sight of them. Marianne smiled, amused and enamored by the way his big dark eyes followed them.

"I was worried that chowder was gonna fill you up," she teased. "I'm glad you still look ready to eat. I'll be back in a little bit with your dinner, alright, pumpkin? Make sure you save a little room." Morty nodded obediently, then, after she left him once more, gladly dug into the appetizer.

The mozzarella sticks were exactly as good as they looked. They were fresh and hot, as Marianne had said, and they were perfectly melty and stringy and crisp. The marinara was particularly good as well. Having sated his immediate hunger, Morty ate more slowly now, making sure to enjoy his food; it wasn't often he had such good mozzarella sticks. They were one of the few things he was picky about. If they were just a hair too cold, if the cheese was a smidge too firm, if the breading was a touch too soggy, he couldn't stand them, but these were some of the best he'd ever had.

By the time he finished his appetizer, Morty was feeling comfortably full. His belly felt warm and snug, and he could've called it quits right then and there and left perfectly content. Right then and there wasn't the time to quit, though, because no sooner had he finished than Marianne returned with his dinner.

"Hope you're not too full yet, because this smells fan-tastic," she beamed, sweeping away the empty plate and replacing it with the spaghetti, a vegetable on either side of it. The dish seemed dauntingly large, but the cozy aroma of it wafting up around him enticingly made his mouth and his stomach yearn.

"Y'know, that sweater seems awfully big on you," she teased, her voice dropping almost to a whisper as she leaned in closer. "I bet we could fill it out a little before you go, what do you think?" Morty blinked up at her, caught off guard, then grinned.

"I'm taking that as a challenge," he said, picking up his fork, and Marianne laughed and patted his back approvingly.

"Alright, that's what I like to hear! Eat up, cutie pie," she said, smiling brightly.

Morty took care to pace himself as he ate, not wanting to push his small stomach to its limit too quickly. He picked at his vegetables here and there, but his main focus was on the pasta. It felt hot, heavy, and bulky in his belly, which tightened ever so slightly with each swallow, but it wasn't an uncomfortable presence. He found pasta easy to eat a lot of, particularly when it wasn't overly rich, and the spaghetti, perfectly coated in a delicious tomato sauce, went down like a dream. Still, the portion was enormous, and he'd barely made a dent when he found himself slowing down.

He paused for a moment, holding one hand against his belly. It poked out round and taut. It didn't ache yet, but he could feel the discomfort looming on the horizon, and he knew he'd have to be careful if he wanted to finish a substantial amount of his dinner. As swollen as his belly felt, it was barely visible under his oversized sweater. He'd have a ways to go if he wanted to fill it out like Marianne asked.

"Oh, don't tell me you're full already," Marianne pouted, approaching the table.

"I'm just getting started," Morty lied confidently.

"Oh, good," she said, smiling slyly at him. "You had me worried for a second there!"

Morty was, in fact, full, but he wasn't going to let that stop him; not yet, at least. Determined, he dipped his fork back into the spaghetti and pushed on. His stomach felt undeniably and strikingly overstuffed now, stretching tighter and tighter as he forced more pasta into it, and the snug waist of his pants was beginning to grow uncomfortable as it hugged his bulging middle tightly. He could feel his belly bumping out against the soft fabric of his sweater, though, and he supposed Marianne would be happy about that. The thought made his heart flutter.

He rested a hand atop his belly as he ate, a little surprised at how sharply it curved outward under his chest. His stomach ached now, and that was no surprise; Morty was a small man, and his belly wasn't built to hold so much. The pressure inside it was tremendous. He paused again for a moment, bringing a hand to his mouth as he forced up a small burp. It didn't help much. His stomach was packed tight as a drum and then some with a solid mass of food.

Morty supposed he ought to quit before he made himself sick, but for some reason--maybe it was the crush he was rapidly developing--he wanted to give Marianne his best effort. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking, then leaned back in his seat, snuck his hands under his sweater, and unbuttoned his pants. The waist was pulled so tight around his belly that he had to suck it in to get enough slack to undo the button, a feat he could barely achieve at this point. His sweater was fortunately big enough to hide his open fly--he doubted he'd be able to get it back together again--but no longer big enough to hide the disproportionate curve of his distended tummy poking out from his skinny frame.

"Ooh, sweetie pie, you are looking stuffed," Marianne remarked, looking delightedly at his belly as she sauntered back over to the booth. "I think that cute little tummy's gonna pop if you eat much more." Morty couldn't argue with that. His stomach felt like it was straining to hold itself together around the enormous meal. Marianne leaned in close, a sly look on her face, and he looked up at her, his big dark eyes locking with hers.

"I bet you could fit just a tiny bit more though," she said, her voice soft and low. "What's your name, honey?"

"Morty," he responded, suddenly feeling a little shy.

"Morty," she repeated fondly. "Think you can squeeze in a little bit more, Morty? I'd hate to see you leave without eating your fill."

Morty thought about it, resting a cautious hand on his belly. It was taut and firm, pushing out hard, and he would've sworn he could feel the vibration of his stomach's restless gurgles under the tightly-stretched skin. He wasn't sure he could fit any more. His face felt warm under Marianne's stare, though, and he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. He nodded. She smiled approvingly, then gave his bulging side a gentle pat.

"You're a doll." She stood upright, squeezed his shoulder affectionately, and left him blushing and bewildered. He watched her go, feeling almost hypnotized, then returned his attention to the rest of his spaghetti. As he picked up his fork, he noticed Marianne out of the corner of his eye, watching him as she slowly wiped down the counter across the restaurant.

His stomach let out an uneasy gurgle as he twirled up a forkful of spaghetti, almost as if to beg him not to eat any more, but he ignored it. His belly groaned as he swallowed the big bite, and he thought he could feel it push out further as it strained around the new addition. Slowly, he managed another bite, and then another. The pressure inside his tummy was becoming unbearable. It was rock solid, far too full to suck in, and ached badly now, stretched well beyond its comfortable limit. He didn't think he could hold any more. Still, he was determined to get down one last bite.

His hand faltered as he scooped up one last bite. He stuck it in his mouth and chewed, but almost couldn't bring himself to swallow. Finally, reluctantly, he did, and his stomach gurgled miserably as it hit its absolute limit. He set down his fork and leaned back in his seat with a groan, looking down at his belly. It bulged out absurdly, and he felt certain that his pants would've popped open on their own by now if he hadn't unbuttoned them himself. It was so swollen that he barely had the space to inhale, and it quivered unsteadily with each shallow breath.

"Well, I'm impressed," said Marianne, leaning against the seat opposite Morty. "I'll tell you, Morty, I didn't think you'd get that much in there. Course, I don't think you're even gonna be able to get up, but that's alright. Now, how about some dessert before you go?" Morty groaned and let his head fall back against the seat, and she laughed.

"I'm just teasing, cutie pie," she giggled, stepping forward and patting his belly as she passed. "I'll go ahead and grab you a box."

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #burst mention #message #suggestion #xmortyx #xmariannex

[aquagirl1978]

Hey! I saw your Pri headcanons on infertility/difficult pregnancies and absolutely loved it! Would you consider doing something similar, the suitors finding out their S/O is pregnant? I ask for Leon and Nokto! Please, and have a great day/night!

Hi @lusianarendraws! Thank you for this request - glad to hear you loved my previous infertility/difficult pregnancy ones and hope you enjoy these happier headcanons!

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - SUITORS REACTION TO FINDING OUT READER IS PREGNANT (Leon, Nokto)

Leon Dompteur

You had been wanting to talk to Leon all day, but each time you thought you had his attention, something happened to interrupt you.

Alone in his office, Leon was seated at his desk, a pile of documents before him, the reason he left your warm bed earlier than usual.

Greeting him with a smile, you opened your mouth, ready to recite the speech you had planned. Only you were interrupted; the door slammed open, and Licht came running into the room.

"Leon, you have to come. It's Yves!"

A flash of disappointment marred Leon's handsome face, but only momentarily as it was soon replaced with laughter.

"Don't tell me he fell into one of Clavis' traps again?"

Licht nodded, holding the door open for his older brother.

Leon kissed you on the top of your head before whispering a goodbye.

Leon was otherwise occupied in a whirlwind of meetings for the remainder of the day. But everyone has to stop and eat lunch, don't they?

Your heart skipped a beat when you found him seated alone at the round table, in his hands a hearty sandwich inches away from his mouth.

Taking a seat next to him, you smoothed your skirts as you replayed your speech in your head.

Until Sariel entered the room, a frown plastered on his face.

"Which one of my brothers was it this time?" Leon asked, putting his uneaten sandwich back on the plate before him.

Sariel peered over his spectacles, his frown deepening. "Prince Chevalier is in the gardens, taking care of business..." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Can you please see the ambassador he was supposed to meet with. And make sure he does not go anywhere near the rose garden?"

Without waiting for an answer, Sariel turned on his heel and left.

Leon shrugged as he left. "Brothers, what can you do?"

You spent the remainder of the day with Rio. After sharing a simple dinner together, with no Leon in sight, you returned to your shared room and found Leon changing into his nightclothes.

Not expecting to find him back this soon, and alone no less, you were rendered speechless as you entered the room.

"Cat got your tongue?" Leon asked with a smirk. "You seemed to have something on your mind all day, but I'm sorry I kept getting pulled away."

He approached you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a passionate kiss, stealing your breath and your words from you.

He pulled away, leaving you breathless. "Now what's on your mind?" he asked, your noses touching.

You didn't know what came over you, but you just blurt everything out.

"I'm pregnant, Leon." you gushed excitedly. "You're going to be a dad."

Leon's jaw fell open for a moment, no words escaping his lips as the ones you whispered him sunk in.

And then, just like that, he piked you up in his arms and twirled you around in place. He put you back on the ground and kissed you passionately.

"Say it again," he asked, his lips curving into the most beautiful smile.

"You're going to be a dad, Leon," you replied, your eyes sparkling with love, your smile bright as the sun's rays.

And the best dad he was going to be.

Nokto Klein

“What?” Nokto blinked a few times when he heard your news. “I think I’m going to need to sit down,” he muttered to no one in particular.

You helped Nokto to a seat on the candy-striped setee and took a seat next to him. Taking his hand in yours, you brought his hand to your lips and brushed a soft kiss across his knuckles.

“Are you sure?” he asked cautiously, his complexion paling as the blood seeped out slowly.

“Yes, I am very sure," you replied, keeping your voice steady and calm.

“What if it’s twins?” His grip tightened on you as his crimson gaze darkened with despair.

Letting out a long sigh, you braced yourself, knowing this was his greatest fear. As soon as you discovered you were with child, this was the moment you had been dreading. But unlike Nokto, however, you did not share a past where twins were seen as a bad thing, something unwanted.

For you, two babies would be a joyous blessing.

Looking him in the eye, you knew deep down inside Nokto would be a wonderful father - twins or no twins - and would give this baby everything he and Licht did not have growing up.

He would love any child of his with the same passion he had shown you. And maybe having a child of his own would help heal some of his wounds carved deep in his heart.

Nokto blinked back at you, his crimson eyes wavering with tears, surely relieving the nightmares of his childhood.

“If it’s twins, then we will love them both and give them everything they deserve. And we will remind them just how lucky they are to be twins. Like their father and their uncle Licht.”

“This is a good thing, Nokto,” you reassured him.

Sensing his reluctance, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm embrace, his body clinging to yours as he rested his head on your chest, your fingers stroking his silvers strands soothingly.

"You're going to be a wonderful dad," you whispered, brushing a kiss on the crown of his head.

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #leon dompteur #ikepri leon #ikemen leon #nokto klein #ikepri nokto #ikemen nokto #ikemen fanfic #ikepri fanfic #ikemen headcanons #ikepri headcanons #otome #otome games #otome headcanons #otome fanfic

[another-lost-mc]

Hello! Sorry to bother and I hope you have a good day.

Please do not feel pressured to answer this ask, but could I maybe get some SFW Alpheratz crumbs? You can write about anything you want, but maybe taking a nap with and cuddling him? Feel free to write about anything SFW tho. I'd be happy with any content, the only limitation is that it has to be gender-neutral.

I'm also so glad to have found a blog that knows about Arcana Twilight because I feel like I've been going insane while hoping the game becomes more popular. Again, hope you have a good day and I'm so happy that there are other people who enjoy this wonderful game.

I am so hyped to write for AT! I've been in a big Alpheratz mood lately too. I just want to have a nap with that bear of a man.

ALPHERATZ x gn!Reader 0.5k words | SFW | Fluff A/N: Inspired by the call "A Newly Opened Restaurant."

It’s dusk when you and Alpheratz walk hand-in-hand back to Contell Academy. It’s a lazy stroll through the quiet streets of town, and Alpheratz drapes his jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm from the cool breeze.

He invited you to the new restaurant that specializes in northern boundary cuisine. You were impressed with its delicious fare, all wonderfully grilled over open flames and farm-fresh. He insisted you order whatever you like, and he offered you food from his own plate for you to try. You’re pleasantly full from delicious food, bubbly fruit wine, and the dark chocolate mousse cake you both shared for dessert.

He wraps his arm around your waist and invites you to lean against him as he escorts you back to school. It’s too tempting to resist, and you wrap an arm around his waist too. When you glance at him, his lips are ticked up in a satisfied smile.

You pass the time with quiet conversation and comfortable silence. You feel so sleepy even though it’s still hours before your usual bedtime. Alpheratz chuckles when you tell him you’re resisting the urge to fall into a food coma.

You’ve almost arrived at your room when Alpheratz’s Stella Tab pings with a message. You can tell by his frown that it’s not good news.

“Spica wants me on a late train tonight,” he grumbles, not even pretending to hide his disappointment. “I won’t be able to stay tonight after all.”

Despite that, he follows you into your room when you invite him inside. You hang his jacket over the back of a chair so it doesn’t get too wrinkled, and you sit on the edge of your bed.

“I might have a nap before I start my homework,” you admit sheepishly when you lay down, not even bothering to undress. You're too tired to care. “Do you want to stay until I fall asleep?”

He’s already toeing off his shoes and crawling onto the bed behind you. “Of course,” he murmurs quietly when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest. He knows he can’t stay long, but he’ll never pass up an opportunity to cuddle with you like this. He hides a grin against your shoulder when he hears you snore quietly in your sleep.

He doesn't sleep at all - he can rest later on the train. He focuses on the soft noises you make in your sleep, and the way you instinctively cuddle closer to him. His heart feels so full when he's with you.

When he can't delay any longer, he slips from your bed and pulls the covers over you; he doesn't want you to get chilly without him to help keep you warm. He heads to his own dorm to begin packing for his trip. He smothers the disappointment, distracting himself with plans for your next date together when he returns.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight fanfiction #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight alpheratz x gn!reader #arcana twilight alpheratz x reader #arcana twilight x reader #arcana twilight fluff #jes.fulfilled

[saintqueer]

I'm sorry you got harassed again just from a simple post with a (imo pretty valid) opinion. If that person is the same that answered your post by reblogging and repplying on their blog with unnecessary hate (apparently queer but a solo louie) then it's the one I just blocked. I love to currate my experience in this fandom. Anyway I just wanted to say, I used to love your posts in this fandom! I lost track of your blog and thought you'd disappeard. I'm glad to see you're still on Tumblr and enjoying other fandoms. I'm well aware of how toxic this fandom can get (between the hets, the solos often queer themselves but hating on queer larries and more, to many groups to count tbh, louis' attitude on social media ect), especially when you dare to voice an opinion, which I'm mostly don't lol. I'm staying for the art, the fics, the great memes and ofc the music and the people. You're "y'all" made me think 'I Hope she still got good times and friends out if it. I made some great friends in the larries bunch myself. Anyway sorry for the rant, I lost track of what was my point here. Just was happy to see you pop on my dash through a mutual and wanted to say so I guess?? So once again thank you for the fun times I had reading your posts back in the days; have a great time out here, enjoying your favs fandoms, you do you! Sending love xx

so i was trying to avoid posting any anons regarding prev fandom discourse but i opened this one and read it through and it was just so amazing i had to respond, not just in tags 🥹🥹

of course, it's lovely to hear that you liked my posts on fandom back in the day etc but what really got me was when you wanted to make sure i still got good times and friends out of it, that nearly made me cry

because YEAH I FUCKING DID 🥺😩🥺🥹🥲

blue ( @wastelandbabyblue ) is literally one of the coolest people i've ever known while also being one of the kindest and funniest. id literally kill to meet her one day in person. i still keep up with brenda and several others i met in her og discord, some of which are the only remaining 1d fandom blogs i still follow here - they are so kind and funny and i still talk to them occasionally in a fandom discord i stayed in because i didn't want to lose touch with them.

and 🥹🥹🥹

i met 8 of who i would consider my closest friends in the whole world through fandom. through the most insane wild and unruly fandom discord drama, i literally located my found family: wedo, nino, iza, katja, olia, hanis, chloe, and su

we talk everyday still even though we live all over the world and we talk about nearly everything except fandom nowadays and they've helped me survive living day to day through some of the worst moments of my life. i don't know what i'd do if i didn't have them in my life

last night, i had a bit of a shame spiral thinking about all the time energy money i devoted to the 1d fandom. i felt embarrassed for being so loud about something that ended in so much disappointment. it wasn't fun and i know it was probably triggered by being involved in some discussions i hadn't been in so long

so when i opened this ask, anon, it reminded me so much that whatever was lost from that time, so much more was gained. the embarrassment of remembering dancing around like a fool with a rainbow flag for someone who couldn't even say something as simple as "look at all those colors" pales in comparison to the lifelong friendship i gained with these 8 beautiful women all across the globe

nothing will ever compare to the people i met and the way they feel closer to family than any of my blood ever felt

i'm glad that you found so much goodness as well and thank you for reminding me that it was all worth it for what i got

#anon

[ryejifics]

hiii can i please get reader x ryujin where the reader has a the biggest crush on ryujin but knows she’d lose ryujin if she ever found out but lia accidentally lets it slip 🫣

Keep your lips sealed

Type: angst/fluff

Ryujin x reader

"Another day another game!" You made sure to pick out the perfect outfit as tonight you got to watch another basketball game. You go to these every time for one reason and one reason only. Shin Ryujin.

She's the star player and everytime you look at her you can't help but almost drool. She's everything you want. She may seem like just another cocky jock but to you she's a sweet person. At least in your mind, you've never actually talked to the girl. "Y/n Shin. It has a great ring to it. No no get that out of your mind she doesn't even know you." You just so happened to be good friends with her best friend Lia. You didn't want to tell her about your crush though knowing she can't keep her mouth shut. Maybe she could help? No no Lia told you about your own suprise party SHE planned. Fast forward to game time and you ended up getting her number without Lia's help. Fangirling all the way home you started texting her and next thing you know you're best friends.

*2 months later*

"No no no no, how did you find out?!" You panic as Lia smirks. "I'm telling Ryujinnn." Lia pulls out her phone to call her. "LIA NO!" You scream taking her phone and run off with it. "I'm just teasing calm down." She giggled. "Hurry before we're late to get ice cream with Ryujin." The whole time you were out you panicked hoping and praying Lia wouldn't tell. Next thing you know, the topic came up on crushes, just your luck. "So, who's your crush?" Ryujin turns to you, you turn red and try to think quickly. Before you could answer Lia blurts out, "she has a cuddle crush on you Ryujinnie." You felt the whole world stop, your face immediately turned as white as a ghost, and you couldn't even bring yourself to answer. "Lia..." You turned around and ran home as fast as you could. Ryujin didn't even know what to say. She didn't run after you and neither did Lia. The two just sat there in silence awkwardly finishing their ice cream. At home you cried and couldn't even stop. How could Lia do this? She knew you liked Ryujin, you'd probably lose Ryujin now. You're not even her type. Your mind filled with bad thoughts and you couldn't help but not go to her game that night. Ryujin secretly loved when you'd go to her games. She loved running up to you after and giving you a bear hug. It hurt her to know you wouldn't know after what Lia did. When she looked around for you in the crowd, she was faced with disappointment.

Lia has tried texting you many times, and so has Ryujin, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You knew the text from Ryujin would be one rejecting you, and you weren't ready for the heartbreak. Lia said sorry over 100 times, but you didn't respond. She's even tried going to your house with Ryujin, and no response. For the next week you've stayed home. Not checking their texts, and you couldn't help but stay mad at Lia.

A couple days later, you hear a knock at the door and a small please from Ryujin. She wasn't with Lia this time? You got up to get the door, and when you faced Ryujin, you broke down crying. She immediately pulled you into a hug and mumbled many I'm sorrys. "Please hear me out.. I'm not mad." You back up a bit in shock. "You're not?.. but aren't you rejecting me? Isn't this weird to you?" You cry more and cover your face, scared for what Ryujin will say. "Aren't you gonna leave me because I like you?" She only pulls you into her chest. She holds you tight, "I'm not going anywhere. I don't think it's weird at all. I'd have a crush on me too you know." She giggled and cupped your face. "I like you too, I'm kinda glad Lia told me because if anything I thought it was you that didn't like me back." You looked at her in shock. "w-what? You like me too?" She only nodded and pulled you in closer. "I do, I've liked you since the day you got my number. I like how shy you are and how you come to every game. When you missed my game, I was devastated. I wanted you there. I always imagine you in my jersey cheering me on. I like how you come all dressed up, probably hoping I look your way. Which I do. It would be an honor if you allowed me to be your girlfriend. I want this, I want us. I know what Lia did was wrong, but it brought me to you. It told me you liked me too and I've been sitting here hoping you'd like me too. So, will you please let me be your girlfriend?" You quickly nodded yes and pulled her in for a kiss. "I guess i can't really be mad at Lia, she got me a girlfriend. It wasn't just any girl it was the girl you've been wanting this whole time." You thought to yourself. You and Ryujin were happily together, and later on, you and Lia talked it out. I guess it's happily ever after for everyone.

#itzy fic #itzy fluff #itzy imagines #itzy x reader #itzy angst #choi lia #choi jisu #itzy #itzy lia #itzy ryujin #shin ryujin #ryujin fluff #ryujin #ryujin imagines #ryujin x reader #ryujin angst #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop itzy

[glatisant-questing]

Hijikata, Sannan and Souma's Stories from the Manyo no Shou Stellaworth Booklet

Souma's story takes place in Ezo!

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(I can’t believe this is happening…) 

I secretly sighed as I beheld a nervous Yukimura Chizuru standing right next to me. 

Yukimura’s room had a leak, so she had to stay in one of the soldiers’ rooms for the night. Souji found it amusing, and he said, “Why don’t you let her stay in your room, Hijikata-san? She’s your page, after all”. In the end, I couldn’t refuse and agreed to let her stay in my room. 

“Um… Hijikata-san, are you sure this is okay? I don’t mind sleeping in my room, actually…” 

Yukimura said that hesitantly, but… 

“If I send you back to that room now, who knows what Souji will say. My room may be a little cramped for two people, but just bear with it for one night.” 

“N-no, I don’t mind the space…! I’ll lay out the futon.”

After her swift denial, she started laying out the futon that Yamazaki brought here earlier. 

“Hey, I can do the futon myself…” 

Before I finished my sentence, Yukimura already laid out both of our futons. She’s always good at this kind of thing. 

“Well then, let’s go to bed, then.” 

“Y-yes!” I heard Yukimura’s nervous voice. 

“…Just so you know, I’m not going to do anything weird just because we’re sleeping in the same room. I’m not that desperate to lay my hands on you.”

I said that to reassure Yukimura, but…

“I-I understand…” 

Yukimura’s reply sounded like 70% relief and 30% disappointment. 

(Wait a minute. Why does Yukimura sound down after what I said? I only said that to make her feel better.) 

As I was thinking, I realized something and said, “…And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re not attractive or anything. I said that only because of my current position and how the situation is.” 

“A-ah… Yes! I understand.” 

The voice that answered me sounded a little relieved. 

(Why does she feel relieved by my words, anyway? Does she somehow want me to see her as a woman? ……No, she would not think like that.)

 I thought so to myself and said, “I’m turning off the light.” 

“Ah, yes!” 

After hearing Yukimura’s reply, I blew out the oil lamp. 

The room was enveloped in darkness and became very quiet. 

After that, I got into the futon, but it was still the time of the night when I usually worked, so I couldn’t fall asleep, but tossed and turned all the time. 

“Um…” 

From the other side of the darkness, I heard a hesitant voice. 

“What is it?” I asked.

“Are you really glad to let me stay in your room, Hijikata-san? If I didn’t stay, you could have focused on your work.” 

“Well, while that is true, it’s okay to have a day like this once in a while. Yamazaki and Shimada also tell me to go to bed early sometimes.” 

“…I see.” 

“Yeah. So don’t worry about it and just go to sleep. I’ll arrange for the leak to be fixed tomorrow.” 

“Thank you very much.” 

After hearing her words of gratitude, the conversation came to a halt and only the sound of her breathing could be heard. 

(Even though she kind of lives in confinement, she’s always concerned about us.) 

As I thought so, I finally felt sleepy and closed my eyes.

(The end.)

“Sanna-san, are you awake? I've brought your meal."

Hearing the voice from outside the shoji door, I paused the writing that I had been doing.

"Yes, I'm awake. Please come in."

In response, the door quietly slid open, and Yukimura Chizuru-kun stepped into my room.

"I'll leave your meal here…” she said as she placed the tray with food in the corner of the room.

At that moment, a small yawn escaped from Yukimura's mouth.

"You seem tired. Did Hijikata-san give you a lot of errands to run again today?"

"Uh, I'm sorry! Actually, Hijikata-san didn’t ask me, but I volunteered. After all, I'm always grateful to all of you for your help."

"I see. You're still as kind-hearted as ever."

I spoke what was on my mind while continuing with my writing. She seemed slightly puzzled, tilting her head in wonder.

"Kind-hearted... you think so?"

Yukimura didn't seem entirely convinced, but then she seemed to think of something.

“If you don’t mind, please have your meal before it gets cold.”

"I'll have it once I finish this paragraph. Don't worry."

I replied without turning around, continuing with my documents.

It seemed that Yukimura-kun was sorry to disturb me, and she fell silent.

Time passed, and after a while, I thought, "Shall I take a break now?"

Setting my pen aside, I turned around.

"I apologize for making you wait. Shall I have the meal now? ...Oh?"

Perhaps tired of waiting, Yukimura had fallen asleep while leaning against the wall. She was breathing softly.

(If she was sleepy, she could have gone back to her room... Unless she wanted to hear my thoughts on the food?”

For a fleeting moment, I considered waking her up, but I was reluctant to do so when I saw how peacefully she slept.

"I can't let her catch a cold, and maybe I should cover her with something."

With that thought in mind, I draped my robe over Yukimura's body.

Then, I began to eat the meal placed on the tray.

Although the food got cold for a bit, Yukimura's cooking was still impeccable.

"It would have been better to eat it while it was still warm."

As I pondered, Yukimura’s eyelids slowly opened, and our eyes met.

After a brief moment, she seemed to have finally taken in the situation.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I just fell asleep..."

"It's okay. You can go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when I'm done."

"But..."

“Just have some rest. Is that okay?”

"Yes, thank you, Sannan-san."

She said bashfully and closed her eyes again, beginning to doze off.

Looking at Yukimura-ku peacefully asleep like some kind of small animal, I continued with my meal.

(The end.)

“It's snowing again today. I can't help but feel gloomy thinking that I'll have to shovel snow again tomorrow."

As I gazed at the silently accumulating snow outside the window, I spoke.

"That's right. I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect that winter in Ezo could be this harsh."

It had been nearly half a month since we had come to Ezo in pursuit of Vice-Commander Hijikata. While the bitter cold and the snow confined us indoors, which could be frustrating sometimes…

(Still, it's been a while since I've enjoyed such peaceful days.)

Just as I was thinking so, something caught my attention.

"Huh?"

I noticed something and paused.

"What's wrong?"

“Senpai, your hands..."

Perhaps due to the usual chores, Yukimura-senpai's fingertips were bright red from frostbites.

"Oh, this? Don't worry about it. It'll heal if I apply some medicine," Senpai replied with a smile, but I took Senpai's hand in mine.

"Souma-kun?"

Senpai seemed a little surprised, but I held Senpai's hand in both of mine and rubbed it between my fingers.

However, since my own hands were cold, Senpai’s hand wasn't warming up.

"I-It's fine, Souma-kun. I'm okay."

Perhaps out of concern for me, Senpai said that, but...

“Please let me take care of you, Senpai. I've been causing you trouble all along."

"..."

Senpai seemed bashful.

After rubbing our hands together for a while, warmth finally returned to Senpai's hand.

“I think I’m fine. Thank you."

Saying that, Senpai let go of my hand and turned away shyly.

"I should go back to my room soon. I need to get up early tomorrow.”

Senpai began to leave the room.

"Wait, Senpai!"

I inadvertently grabbed Senpai's hand to stop her from leaving.

"Um... could you stay a little longer? I... I would like to be with you a bit more, Senpai."

Senpai seemed a bit surprised by my words, her eyes blinking.

"Oh... Of course, I didn’t mean anything weird! I mean, I just thought it would be nice to chat more and spend time together! Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I can understand..."

As I stumbled over my words, Senpai gazed at me with a somewhat bashful expression, but...

"Is that so..."

Senpai murmured. I thought I detected a tinge of disappointment in her tone, or perhaps it was just my imagination?

But before I could voice my doubt, Senpai smiled and said...

"Well, I felt the same way, actually. So, let's chat a bit longer, shall we?"

With a gentle smile, Senpai said those words.

(The end.)

#hakuouki #hakuoki #yukimura chizuru #hakuoki manyo no shou #hijikata toshizo #sannan keisuke #souma kazue

[ryuichirou]

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A couple of questions today! Replying to replies about other replies + a couple of shippy ones + the OruMal Anon is back with more juice lol

Anonymous asked:

Now, why would you say that? Now I’M thinking of Idia wearing just a jacket, thanks a lot

You’re very welcome lol Isn’t he perfect dressed like that? I mean, barely dressed.

Anonymous asked:

to the Idia plush anon, i'm so jealous~~ i thought the outfit Ortho would come with would show off his cheeks but it covers them instead orz i want to buy doll clothes that let him show them off, maybe even sew them myself. btw i think our plushies should kiss new

I demand pictures of kissing plushies… Anons irl meet-up just for the sake of kissing plushies lol

Also! Sewing clothes for a plushie yourself is such a cool thing to do. You’re cool, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Marja is the epitome of a southern granny, and as someone who has three, I can tell ya they’ll kick your ass. Like I saw Marja and was wondering how Epel still thinks girls are weak when Marja is a badass, like that lil ol’ lady probably kicked his ass more often than Vil did and then told him to get his ass to the farm.

Exactly! Epel surely complains a whole lot for someone who’s been disciplined by this scary woman for his entire life lol

I think it’s also due to the fact that there aren’t any girls around his age (or any other kids) in Harveston, so ma and meemaw, as well as the rest of the women in the village feel as if they’re not quite the same thing as girls. Of course he knows that they are, but I feel like he still has this “yeah but this is different” idea in his head lol Which is kind of stupid, but Epel is still figuring things out so…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think any of the nrc students is interested in Trein (could be sexually or Romantically) ?🎤

I took some time to think about it, Anon, and I’m sorry to give you a disappointing answer: I can’t think of anyone who could be interested in Trein like that… Maybe we just haven’t seen them interact enough. But still, have three boys with the best potential when it comes to this:

Azul, because he wants to be the teacher’s pet very badly, and pretty much always has his tongue up Trein’s ass (metaphorically), but neither of them would see this as sexual or romantic. Azul wants to be the best because he is the best academically! Earned favouritism only!

Ortho, because he gets to hang out with Trein when Idia is taking tests! I don’t remember where we got this fact from, but it’s cute lol But then again, it isn’t either romantic or sexual thing…

Lilia, because you know. Talked about them here.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you think Rook ever goes down on Vil? You think he'll ever teach the ways of what to do down there to make the Queen shiver and cry out to Neige or Epel or ANYONE who's brave enough to actually be in Vil's bedchambers?

I think Rook lives down there. This is the base of his diet lol

Rook would be more than happy to teach someone the art of making Vil feel this good, both because mentoring someone in such a complicated craft is always rewarding, and because he is a possessive dick that doesn’t fully want Vil to be alone with someone else without him also being a part of the process somehow lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm glad a few people like my OruMal ask :)!! I was disappointed when I went through the ship tags on ao3 and found absolutely nothing. I just had to speak up 😔 I know most fans don't like to ship ortho, but c'mon, the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!!!

With that in mind, heres a few more ideas I have 🥰

• With Malleus, it makes sense why he's interested. Ortho is a freak of nature to him!!! He'll get used to treating him like any other student, but then Ortho keeps doing the most strange and bizarre things, like he can just pull off his arms and legs as though it's nothing! He tries to think of it as though it's some kind of magic, but I imagine if he ever voiced that, Ortho would be like "oh, no, I can't use magic at all," and go into a long tangent about how it works and just perplex Malleus even more

• Why Ortho would be interested is a whole other can of worms. He does have a base level of curiosity for everyone, and that would apply to Malleus too, but is there anything more than that 🤔 if Malleus were actively pursuing him, I bet he would think his chances are certain that Ortho will reciprocate because he is an extremely powerful prince. Whatever reasons Ortho has for entertaining Malleus, I definitely don't think it will be what he expected. Probably because he's a bit of a loser... like his brother <3

• Holding my breath for book 7, but assuming nothing major happens between Ortho and Malleus (unlikely) then I actually think they will only consider each other seriously way after their days at NRC. They might have a fling while they're in college, sure, a bit of a flirt and tease and maybe a fuck or two if the mood is right, but there's so many other interesting boys here to see and do!! I think it will only be centuries later when they've both gotten tired of losing loved ones that they seek each other out, for the comfort more than the curiosity. They would tease each other for it, but I don't think either of them actually want to be left alone

• Malleus eventually learning to be a pillow princess and just sit there and starfish out while Ortho does his thing would be funny 😭 he likes to toy around, and Ortho seems to enjoy it when he plays with his motherboard, but... after enough times getting smoke and explosions directly to the face because he pressed the wrong button or pulled the wrong wire, he's unfortunately told to cool it 😔 honestly, he's lucky if he hasn't permanently damaged his core!!

That's all I have, thank you ❤️!!!!

Anon! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us again. Yeah, I can imagine how little Ortho-related stuff there is on Ao3, let alone stuff about him and Malleus, so we’re truly on a rareship territory here lol

I like the first two things that you’ve said because yeah, the mutual interest they would have for each other is a very nice fuel for their ship. Both of them are so curious, and quite experimental, so they’d have a lot to show each other and to talk about.

Oh my god the last one, Malleus don’t touch anything, you’ll just fry him again! Mister “I break every phone Lilia gives me” absolutely should not play around with Ortho’s motherboard… lol but it’ll still be a thrill for them, at least until it gets dangerous and Malleus is prohibited from touching anything ever again. But it’s okay, because Ortho is perfect at handling pillow princesses…

#replies

[vegan-lore-blog]

"Mr. Ingram"

Todd, age 15, had gotten in trouble at school today. He tended to act as though he didn't care, but.. he was terrified to go home. To face his father again.

He was always a disappointment in his father's eyes. A waste of time, energy and money. His little sister was Ms. Perfect, and what was he? Nothing. And he knew he was going to get an earful the second his father heard him walk through the front door.

Not ready to go home, or even bother trying, Todd decided to pay his girlfriend a surprise visit. Walking along the sidewalk, he spotted his lovely rainbow-haired rollerblader girl, Ramona.

Using some of the energy from a newfound power he'd developed approximately a month ago, he gave himself a speed boost and caught up with Ramona.

"Hey.."

He said with a soft smirk before Ramona stopped and looked at him with a smile.

"Hey, Pretty Boy."

"Don't call me that."

Todd replied to her almost immediately before going to hold her hand.

"so... What are you avoiding this time?"

Ramona half-joked, skating by his side at a slower pace.

"My father,"

Todd admitted softly.

"I got into a fight today.. think I hospitalized that kid, um.. Jason. Jason Kim, I think. He'll have to pay the school again so I don't get expelled.."

Ramona's mouth fell open before she shut it quickly, knowing that probably wasn't the reaction Todd wanted.

"Um.. sorry. That um.."

She attempted, but she had no input. Todd let out a quiet, half-hearted chuckle, shaking his head.

"It's not your fault. I just.. don't think I'm ready to hear from my dad again... He always makes me feel like some fucking screw-up. You don't think of me like that.. right?"

Todd asked, giving Ramona one of the softest looks she'd ever seen from this angsty teen. Ramona couldn't help but frown and look away.

"I think... You're too young to be any definitive thing yet. I think you've got your whole life ahead of you, and I think for right now, you're who you need to be."

She replied, attempting to diffuse the situation and comfort her boyfriend, even if she couldn't give him a complete answer. Todd nodded slowly and looked down at his feet. Ramona felt like the first person he'd ever cared about this much.. He was glad to be dating her. It was like... A premium subscription to friendship, at least to him.

"..Thanks, Ramona."

He muttered. He walked her the rest of the way home and decided to just wander for a while. He knew he'd be found eventually, but he'd use his freedom while he had it.

Sometime around 5:30 in the evening, Todd had taken a seat on a bench at the park, just.. thinking. His head hurt.. it hurt every time he used his power, but... He could handle it. His father didn't know anything.

As he sat there with a contemplative stare, he felt himself jump slightly at the familiar sound of an engine. The engine of the car his father had bought years ago. His father never drove it anymore. It was rare for the infamous Mr. Ingram to focus on anything other than work or occasionally family, so Todd considered himself lucky he'd at least have a ten minute drive without his father's input..

But he couldn't stop thinking about the terror he felt as he slowly stood up, almost without thinking, making his way into the back seat. No matter how rebellious he thought himself to be, he could never directly disobey his father for long. He deliberately decided not to buckle his seatbelt, maybe in some hopes that it might mean escape. Though it never did.

When his father's driver pulled into the driveway, Todd felt an overwhelming wave of dread wash over him. With his hands trembling, he left the car and slowly trudged towards the front door. A maid opened the door for him, and he walked inside. His head was down, his shoulders slumped, and he felt a lump in his throat, like he was choking on his own anxiety.

"Todd."

His father called from upstairs, causing Todd to flinch.

"...Yes, Father?"

Mr. Ingram made his way down the stairs, standing in front of Todd, glaring down at his own child as though he were a roach on a fresh plate of pancakes.

"I heard you got into a fight today. Are you really so eager to disappoint me that you go out of your way to cause trouble?"

Mr. Ingram's tone was accusatory, as always.

"Father, it's not like that, I just--"

"Shut your mouth when I speak to you."

He interrupted,

"You'll speak when you're told, and when You're not, I expect nothing but silence. Am I understood?"

He asked. Todd shrunk away and nodded.

"Good. I want you to know, Todd, that I'm growing very impatient with you. You need to shape up. Your younger sister is so much better than you. So much more responsible. She isn't a burden to the family, unlike you."

This same thing again. The comparison to his younger sister. Todd hated this conversation. It always shook him. Made him feel weak.

"I really do wish I'd had a daughter the first time around. Then I wouldn't have had to waste so much time trying to cure a boy of his stupidity. You're lucky I care about your mother, or I'd have thrown you out when you were born. Now get out of my sight. Go to your room and stay there until you're called for. I don't want to waste another breath on you."

Todd nodded softly, going to make his way to his room. He was just glad he was too old to be hit much anymore. Though that never stopped his father from getting creative with his punishment.

As he got to his room, Todd shut the door and locked it, feeling tears start to stream down his face. He had to be quiet. He didn't want to be heard crying, as that would just cause his father to belittle him further.

Why couldn't he ever be good enough? Why couldn't his father ever be proud of him? He wished he could just disappear sometimes...

#todd ingram #scott pilgrim #fanfiction #angst #implied abuse #verbal abuse