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inkskinned · 5 months

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it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

#spilled ink #writeblr #pos #recovery #my brain is like - don't trust it!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! we can't be wrong again!!!!!!#and im like. what if the sorrow is the thing that's wrong though.#what if this - this!!!!! - is the truth

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starkeyisthelastname · 3 months

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JJ eating out virgin!reader for the first time and cumming his pants?

You were a precious kook from figure 8, never having to struggle for anything. With Sarah dating John B, you started coming around to hang out with the group as her friend. You immediately caught JJ’s attention with your good girl attitude. You didn’t curse, your favorite color was pink and your nails were always sparkly. You were so different than any other girl and he couldn’t help but love the fact your family would lose it if they found out their perfect daughter was hanging out with a dirty boy from the cut.

“JJ… what are you? Oh..” You whimpers broken as you looked down at the blonde boy between your thighs. Your hand naturally found his golden locks as his tongue explored your lower parts, never have been touched before.

“I knew your kook pussy would taste like candy.” He mumbled, pushing your baby pink skirt further up. His nose buried against your clit as his tongue licked your velvet folds. The blonde surfer boy was so blunt it was almost silly, making you want to giggle, only to have a moan slip out as he slid his tongue in your tight hole.

Blue eyes glanced up at the gorgeous sight in front of him, his dream girl coming undone for the first time. He pulled back to admire your face, the way your glossy lips were slightly parted and eyes closed, had his dick hurting he was so hard. “You like that? I can’t lie. I’ve been wanting to eat this pretty pussy since I laid eyes on you.” He told you, causing your eyes to open. He winked at you, before leaning back down to pull your clit in his mouth.

You were thankful your parents were out of town for the weekend, your moans growing increasingly louder the more he pulled at your clit. They would forbid you from seeing JJ if they knew the troubled pogue was in their house. Especially on his dirty knees on your fluffy pink rug, sloppily eating their innocent daughter’s cunt.

“Jayj.. feels funny.” You squeaked out, pink toes curling against his toned back.

The more he heard your pretty moans, the more the ache ran to his balls. If it were any other girl, he probably would have freed his cock. He wanted to be respectful though, despite that he was disrespecting your parents. He was embarrassingly close, the more your pussy clenched around his tongue. Your poor little virgin pussy, so close to cumming without realizing made his balls tighten. A groan vibrated into your pussy as you moaned out his name, your clit pulsing in his mouth. You tasted so sweet, your cum pouring onto his tongue while you fisted his hair. He could feel his shorts being ruined, his seed spurting out against the fabric.

“Damn, cupcake.” He chuckled, watching you come down from your high, having no idea just the effect you had on him.

#jj maybank #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #obx smut

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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One Piece Masterlist

Eri Reader X Straw Hats

Eri Reader X Straw Hats 2

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 3

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 3.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 4

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 6

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 7

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 7.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 8

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 9

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 9.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 10

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 11

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 12

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 13

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 14

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 15

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 15.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 16

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 17

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 17.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats Christmas Special- Eri and the Nutcracker

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 18

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 19

Eri Reader x Straw Hats- What if Y/N went with Hancock to Impel Down?

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 19.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 20

Eri Reader- 20 and 40 Year Time Skips

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 21

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 21.5

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 22

Eri Reader x Straw Hats 23

Big Mom Pirates x Tanjiro Reader

Big Mom Pirates x Tanjiro Reader part 2

Big Mom Pirates x Tanjiro Reader part 3

Big Mom Pirates x Tanjiro Reader part 4- Children

Big Mom Pirates x Tanjiro Reader part 5- First Words

Brook x Tanjiro Reader

Jealous Katakuri x Tanjiro Reader

Dragon Rider x Katakuri

Mage Reader x Straw Hats

Mage Reader x Straw Hats Part 2

Straw Hats x Tanjiro Reader- Monster Trio

Golden Retriever Energy (Law x Reader)

Katakuri x Eri Reader

Cupcake Berserker

Cupcake Berserker Part 2

Cupcake Berserker Part 3- Cupcake Headbutts

Cupcake Berserker Meets Kaido!

Tanjiro Reader x Swordsmen

Gear Third! Compressed!

Straw Hats x Toga Reader

Siren Courting Rituals

Medusa’s Daughter x Straw Hats

Straw Hats x Spot Reader

Morticia Reader

Straw Hats x Anya Reader

Vinsmoke Family meets Sanji’s Daughter

Chopper in Demon Slayer

Momonga in One Piece

Leviathan Mermaid

Garp’s Favorite- Yoriichi Reader

Giant Moon Goddess x Straw Hats

Straw Hats x Mitsuri Reader

Mitsuri Reader x Katakuri

Mitsuri Reader x Warlords

Marco x Head Nurse Reader

Little Ink Angel (Child Reader x Whitebeard Pirates)

Straw Hats x Child of Zeus

Whitebeard’s Daughter

Erza Scarlet x Straw Hats

Shy Faces (Katakuri x Reader)

Immortal Love (Law x immortal male Reader)

Straw Hats x Child Goddess Reader

Straw Hats x Immortal Devil Fruit Child Reader

Straw Hats x (PJO) Child of Zeus

Mama Whitebeard

Straw Hats x Blue Diamond Reader

Straw Hats x Blue Diamond Reader- Saving Ace

Whitebeard Pirates x Mitsuri Reader

Whitebeard Pirates Meet Ace’s Twin

Old Era One Piece (Mitsuri Reader)

Whitebeard Pirates x Giyuu Reader

Whitebeard Pirates x Muichiro Reader

Ai Hoshino Reader x Straw Hats

Whitebeard Pirates x Blind Reader

Law’s Precious Person

Straw Hats x Sea Fairy Reader

Whitebeard Pirates x Tanjiro Reader

Straw Hats x Present Mic Reader

Straw Hats x Madeline Hatter Reader

Straw Hats x Ochaco Reader

Marines x Mitsuri Reader

Straw Hats Watching Bluey

Generosity

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rachalixie · 2 years

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a/n: wishing the happiest of birthdays to my love @sweetestcherrywine. i hope you have the absolute best day. you're my pillar, my comfort, my safe space, i can't even express how much i love you!!!! you're easily one of the best people i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. i'm sending you 10000 hugs and kisses and cuddles i love you so much

you wake to a hand gently brushing through your hair, fingers long and gentle as if handling something precious. he chuckles when you stir and nuzzle into his hand a bit.

“happy birthday, my love,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. you crack your eyes open to see him, hair a halo around him, glinting golden in the morning light. the look he’s giving you is so fond that you need to look away as if he was the sun that you revolve around.

the day moves in frames, one scene after another, clicking in transition. him pulling you out of bed to drag you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth together. you’re making funny faces around the toothpaste in your mouths, painting an awfully domestic picture that you take a snapshot of in your mind to save for a rainy day.

click.

you sitting up on the kitchen counter as he cooks you breakfast, pancakes dotted with tart blueberries. he almost burns one because he’s too busy slotting between your thighs to give you kisses, but he saved it right in time. he feeds you small bits drizzled with syrup and whipped cream, leaning in to wipe the cream off of the corner of your lips where it smears.

click.

him massaging shampoo into your hair as you shower together, the steam billowing around you, calming your muscles as his hands move down your neck, across your back, down, down down like the water flowing down the drain.

click.

him sliding a gift box across the table after you eat a candle lit, home cooked meal. it’s flat and long and artfully wrapped, ribbons swirling on the top and edges of the wrapping paper crisp and neat. you open it carefully, not wanting to ruin anything he’s done for you, even though the wrapping was made to be ruined. once you see what’s nestled inside the box, the wrapping paper is forgotten as it floats to the floor in favor of you gaping at the gift he’s given you.

it’s a painting in a simple brown frame, crinkled brown paper with lines of black and blotches of muted colors. it’s a swirling collage of pictures, all of two figures. two figures dancing, two figures kissing, two figures laying together, all interwoven between each other. each was lined precisely in black strokes, filled in with watercolor that’s flooding out of the lines. it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“it’s,” he starts, knocking you out of your reverie. “scenes of us. of us falling in love. i painted it.” he says, blush high on his cheeks as he avoids your eyes. you realize you had been staring at the painting for too long, he didn’t even know if you liked it or not.

“hyune,” you grab his face into your palms, moving his eyes towards yours and caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. “it’s absolutely perfect. i love it so much.”

his eyes turn into crescents as he smiles, cheeks moving under your palms before he leans in to peck you once, twice, three times.

click.

him bringing you a single cupcake, candle glowing on top, the icing lopsided but you would never comment on that. the fact that it was so obviously homemade made you warm from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. he holds it still while he tells you to make a wish, eyes closed, and he doesn't know that you don't wish for anything because all you need is standing right there in front of you.

when you open your eyes, the tip of his finger is armed with a dollop of icing, which he wastes no time smearing onto your nose. he giggles and runs, leaving the cupcake in your hands, and later you're batting him away as he tries to lick it off of you.

click.

you standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as he makes his way to the rickety old record player in the corner of the living room and slides a well-loved record into the slot. the sun is setting outside, bathing the room in a orangey-pink glow, and you think this must be what heaven looks like.

“dance with me?” he says, holding out his hand to you for you to take like a prince. you grab and he twirls you around and into his chest, catching you when you stumble a bit. you lay your head there by his heart once you get your balance, and he wraps his arms around you, more of a hug than a dancing position but neither of you care as you sway together. he hums the song into your ear, low and deep, the melody of your favorite tune from when you were younger, and you want to stay in this moment forever.

click.

you’re sitting on the couch at the end of the day, happily exhausted with how well this day has gone. you never raise your expectations on your birthday, but he’s moved the bar just a bit higher than where it had sat before.

“hugs?” you ask, reaching both hands out for him and wiggling your fingers. he chuckles, smile bright as the sun, and grabs your hands. he pulls you off of the couch and turns you, making your head spin for a second before he plops down in the spot you were just occupying, you falling on top of him. both of your breathes whoosh out on the impact, and your breathy giggles harmonize with his as you wiggle to get comfortable. you’re left straddling his waist, your legs on either side of his thighs and your arms thrown around his neck.

“i love you, hyune,” you say, nuzzling your head into his neck. “thank you for the perfect day.”

“oh, button,” he says, voice soft and deep in your ear. “i love you too. you mean the world to me. i would gladly do this every day if i didn’t think you would kill me.”

click.

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soft hours

#stray kids imagines #hyunjin fic #hyunjin fluff #stray kids drabbles #stray kids headcanons #hyunjin drabble #hyunjin x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #hyunjin x y/n #soft

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seresinhangmanjake · 6 months

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i know a lot of the TGM fandom has made Jake out to be a heartbreaker and a womanizer, but i wonder if maybe he's not just the embodiment of "Someone New" by Hozier...

i love Jake, and i love love, so i would hate to imagine Jake had the cold, heartless family i've read about in some fics, but maybe he turned out a little like me: someone who had a good childhood, but still doesn't feel worthy or deserving of love or affection. someone who falls in love with strangers they see on the street, imagining whole lives with them.

Jake, my sweet golden boy 💛

🧁

My sweet cupcake friend, Jake Seresin is whoever you need him to be! That is the joy of that man being fictional (with a pretty face attached). He can be your superhero if you want :)

I personally agree with you. I imagine him as a sweet guy who has just struggled to understand love sometimes and feel worthy. Typically for me when thinking about him, any heartbreaking comes from an inability to allow something good in his life and a fear that he will get hurt. He has to hurt before someone else does the hurting. However, I have definitely written him with a cold family before (Oh, Baby, like to the max with that father). That usually has to be due to the way he is developed as a character in my fics, specifically. But he can be whoever you want, babes. Anything your heart needs. And I think your vision of him is so beautiful <3 Any man who loves the idea of finding someone to love and build a life with is a precious boy.

And hon, as lovely as you are, you definitely deserve love and affection. I can tell you that from your messages alone. But I understand how that feels. I've been there too. I didn't have a great childhood and that had me in the same headspace for most of my life (thank god for therapy though).

Much love, my cupcake friend. I hope you're doing well. It's always so good to hear from you and I love getting your asks in my inbox <3

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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BDBWM Day 12 | Time Travel

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Marinette flicks one of her bunny ears. She hasn’t worn the Rabbit in years. Is it possible to be rusty with a Miraculous? She huffs.

She opens up the burrow haphazardly. She has a mission to do.

It’s frightening to think what a Domino effect can do. In normal cases, she will not resort to using the Rabbit Miraculous, but she's running on an ungodly amount of sleep and doesn’t know what to do.

See, Titus just found her precious commissions and saw fit to make the shirts his new toys. And that only happened because Tim accidentally lit his chew toy on fire. Which only happened because Damian misplaced said chew toy. Which only happened because he was busy arguing with Jason one day. And Jason was set off in a bad mood because Bruce took him off vigilante privileges (even going as far as to steal his helmet, weapons, and suit). Her Dad only got irked because he thought Jason was behind a prank in his office.

A prank which Marinette herself initiated.

She finds the right timeline and squeezes into the hole. Unfortunately, it lands right inside Batcow’s barn. She puts a finger up to her lips to keep it from earning Alfred’s attention and sneaks off to the inside of the manor.

Marinette runs to her father’s office, detransforms and bursts inside. “Dad, don’t open that drawer!”

Bruce, in the middle of opening that exact drawer, pauses. “What drawer? I thought you were asleep sweetheart.”

She does a double take. Wait, the string’s not there! The prank’s not in place yet! She checks her pocket watch. True enough, past Marinette is still yet to set up her diabolical plan.

“Nevermind!” She squeaks and shuts the door abruptly.

She dashes through the hall and intercepts her former self (who’s heading to the office). Marinette shakes Past Marinette’s shoulders. “Whatever you do, don't pull off that prank! Your commissions! Our commissions! Uncle Jagged!”

Past Marinette blinks sleepily. “Future Mari? How do I know you’re really me?”

Marinette stares at herself dead in the eye. “Four years ago. At Musée Grévin—”

Her duplicate’s eyes bug out. “Okay! Okay! I get it! Won’t do the prank anymore! Promise!”

At that second, Marinette senses a presence near them. Both Marinettes freeze and turn to their side, where the kitchen is in view. Tim stares back at them, pouring coffee directly on the top of the island rather than his mug.

“I . . . I should get some sleep instead,” Tim mutters.

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darkmatter-nebula · 9 days

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Hunter studying for a test really hard, ignoring eating and when Collie (is there an e at the end or am I wrong??) confronts him he just awkwardly coughs to hide his stomach growling

Hello! Thank you for the request!

The sweet little starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold is named Colli (without an e) in my AU.

Drabble: Hiding His Hunger

"Hunter, you have to eat something. You are already studying for so many hours!" Colli spoke up. The small starboy with a heart as pure as freshly fallen snow and otherwordly fluffy lavender hair had a concerned expression on his adorable multi-colored face.

Hunter awkwardly tried to hide his growling stomach with a few coughs. Colli didn't hesitate to levitate a plate with freshly baked cupcakes in front of the young Grimwalker. Colli had baked the sweet treat for him.

Hunter decided to eat the cupcakes. The blonde boy didn't want to worry his beloved little brother, after all. The kind and sweet eternal little boy was visibly relieved as Hunter ate every single cupcake. Not without sharing them with him, of course.

"Thank you, Colli." Hunter's magenta eyes were filled to the brim with an endless amount of love and adoration for his precious little brother. The former Golden Guard smiled softly at the immortal celestial boy, whom he loved more than anything.

The End

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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @captain-aralias, @letraspal and @palimpsessed! Thanks as well to @aristocratic-otter and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags on WIP Wednesday. I’ve been totally exhausted from work lately, and I’m just finishing up my fic for Erotic Grope Fest, so I’m going to share an excerpt from my AU where Baz and Simon were married by the Crucible. (I really need to get a working title or something so I stop describing it every time yikes 😬)

This scene has yet more Fiona! I had some fun writing a conversation between Baz and his aunt that happened after she froze Simon’s face, but this takes place after that, when Fiona finds Simon and attempts a heart-to-heart with all the warmth you’d expect, lol.

Simon

I’m playing Legend of Zelda with Mordelia when the game room door slams open to reveal Baz’s mad aunt standing there like she’s spoiling for a fight. Great. Granted, I was ready to murder her after she spelled my hands over my mouth an hour ago, but I no longer feel like getting into it. “What’s the matter, Fiona, lose track of your latest one-night stand? He didn’t run through here.” All right, I feel a little like getting into it.

The corner of Fiona’s mouth lifts slightly, but the overall effect is of distaste. “What’s a one-night stand?” Mordelia demands, and Fiona cackles at my mortified expression.

“Something the Chosen One knows precious little about,” Fiona says, plopping down on the end of the couch.

“That’s not a bad thing!”

She lifts an eyebrow at me; Christ, she’s Baz all over. “Mordelia, Vera just took a fresh batch of cupcakes from the oven,” Fiona says, and I’m already standing when she points a finger down toward the cushions. “Not you, Golden Boy. Park it.” She catches Mordelia’s controller as it’s tossed in the air.

“I’d have liked a snack too,” I mutter sourly once the door’s closed. “You could at least bring me one if you’ve got plans to kill me—let me have one last meal and all.”

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Jesus,” she snarls, reminding me that Baz once told me she thinks it’s punk to swear like a Normal. He really isn’t intimidated by her at all. It makes me wonder if she’s all bark and no bite. “Do you just burn all that food into the magical ethos, Snow? At your age it shouldn’t just be evaporating off your bones anymore.” She squints at me. “Although…you do look a bit rounder round the edges than you were when you got here.”

“Thanks.” I glare as she brings an unlit cigarette to her lips. “Don’t smoke that in here.” Of course she fucking does, though. She snaps her fingers at the end and lights the cigarette without breaking eye contact with me.

“What are your intentions with my nephew, Snow?”

You’ve got to be kidding me—she can’t be serious. “What?” When she only stares, I wave my hands, palms up. “I’m married to him!”

“You know damned well what I mean. Are you gathering reconnaissance on Basilton for your cut-rate Robin Hood mentor?”

“Reconnaissance…”

“It means to—”

“—I know what it means!” We scowl at each other for a solid ten seconds, then I drop one hand to the game controller in my lap, fiddling with the buttons while my other hand tugs at my hair. “I mean, what would there even be to report? Baz’s not running a human sacrifice ring. Not one that I’ve seen yet, at any rate.”

Fiona blows smoke in my face. “Would you stand by him if he were?”

She’s ridiculous. I flap a hand through the putrid cloud and scowl at her. “I’m not up to anything underhanded, Fiona. Merlin. This place is stocked to the rafters with forbidden books and artifacts; I’ve not said a word about it because it isn’t my business. You lot seem more concerned with keeping up the appearance of punk goth darkness than in getting on with anything actually sinister, anyway. Oooh, you’re so scary, like the Addams Family.”

I swear she tries to bite back a laugh. I wave at her smoke again and Fiona sighs and points her wand up. “Clear the air!” It’s like the air in my lungs just got ten times lighter, somehow. I feel clean, refreshed, and the smell of Fiona’s gross cigarette is gone, although the smoke is still visible above her head. “How do you feel about my nephew, Chosen One?”

I’m in love with him, I almost say, but I catch myself just in time. Did that spell do something besides clean up Fiona’s noxious fumes? “I care about him. A lot.” I flip the game controller over in my hands, watching as Fiona turns away and looks at the tv, resuming play on the game. Cautiously, I shift around and do the same. “I won’t do anything to hurt him, Fiona. And that includes hurting his family. Even you.”

She does smile then, although it’s with only one side of her mouth. She doesn’t look at me, just the screen. “You know about what happened to Basil when he was five. What he…is.”

I lick my lips. “He’s my husband. That’s what he is. I lo—” Fuck. I grimace when Fiona swivels back around to hold me in her gaze. “Fine.” I shrug. I’ve faced worse than this. “I love him. Go ahead and laugh at me, or don’t believe me, I don’t really care. I just…do, though.”

Her eyebrows lower; like Baz, almost all of her facial expression takes place on her forehead. Fiona chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment and then turns back to the game. “Have you told him that?” I shake my head. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” I watch her from the side of my eye. “D’you think he’d want to hear it?”

It must be more frankness than she was expecting, spell or no, because her face creases up. “I think it’s better not to hide your hand too long, Chosen One. I won’t have you playing with him.”

“Yeah, been right clear on that, you have.” I keep my sight focused straight ahead as Fiona turns to see if I’ve said what she thinks I’ve said, and then she gives a short bark of laughter.

“Watch it, Golden Boy,” she says, stabbing the burnt stub of her cigarette in my direction before turning back to the game.

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#six sentence sunday #wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow series #crucible marriage au #crucible au

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nithhaiahh · 4 months

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From here @spiider-caller

"Baby... my angel, sunshine, heaven, Fifi, my sweet and lovely golden fox, teddy bear, cupcake~. I know but I'm also aware of all the work you have and you deserve to rest. As much as I love your fabric and designes, you already do so much for us... My precious, precious, baby. Rest... I'll go out with friends to buy some clothes. Okay, my dear and lovely hubby, daddy~?"

#spiider-caller #A Rose Within Webs~#she loves him soooo much~

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mcdannowave · 1 year

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A Movie: *Is written and starred by Scott Caan*

The Movies:

#scott caan #shirtless scott #precious golden cupcake #scott movies #One Day as a lion (2023)#Mercy (2010)#The Dog Problem (2006)#Dallas 362 (2003)#appreciation post #he may have lost some hair on the head over the years but that furry body is still shredding hearts ^^#yeah. Love me some shameless scott proudly showing off his body ❤️#now i just need him to actually write LGBTQ+ characters (regulars one if possible) into his stories #Otherwise.It's gonna be ''movies/scripts/plays all abt characters and their stories that drives me as an actor''#(as long that isn't' same-sex relationships on main)#I know he doesn't do that on purpose and is woke on social issues..but c'mon...throw us some Representation bone pls #mine #old me would've made gifs of the other shirtless scenes of those movies to make add to this post.But fuel is empty a long time ago

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iguessitsjustme · 1 year

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Hello! Hope your day is great!

Ask game questions;

2, 4, 5, 7

2. What show surprised you the most?

Without a doubt, Secret Crush on You. I was really expecting to tolerate that show at best but here I am, in love with it.

4. Who are you top 5 favorite characters this year?

Shdjdksjsus I have to choose just 5? I suppose I did this to myself. OKAY. In no particular order.

Sky - Secret Crush on You. He is just the most wholesome, patient, and loving character. I love how much he loved Jao. He’s just a good dude.

Nozue - Old Fashion Cupcake. There is something just so refreshing about watching someone approaching 40 still learn that there is life to live and have a coming of age later in life. I love that.

Minato - Minato Shouji Coin Laundry. I love how Minato handled Shin throwing himself at him. This is the show that made me realize I actually love age differences and Minato was a huge part of that.

Name - Remember Me. I’m just gonna pick him up and put him in a show that deserves him. Do you know what? I think Name should go into DNA Says Love you and join that friend group because they would actually be able to give him the support he needs.

Hae Bom - Cherry Blossoms After Winter. He is just the softest, most precious boy and he deserves all of the love in the world.

5. Who are your top 5 favorite pairings this year?

dlfhgkdjfhkjlhdfhkj. Again, I did this to myself. I think I might hate myself a little bit. Narrowing this down was so hard because I loved SO MANY pairings this year. Again, in no particular order.

TinTol - Triage. This whole show was golden but the way Tin and Tol’s relationship developed through the time loop was top tier.

Sang Woo/Jae Young - Semantic Error. This one actually surprised me because I didn’t think I’d end up liking Jae Young at all. But the show was successful in making me love him and love the way he and Sang Woo came together. I love them both so much.

Togawa/Nozue - I love them. I don’t have the words for how much I love them. I love the age difference. I love the coming of age aspect. I love that they go out together and eat sweets. I love them so much.

Amber/Le - DNA Says Love You. They are just wholesome and supportive babies. I want to give them both a hug and pinch their cheeks.

Hae Bom/Tae Seong - They are either the softest boys this year or in the top 3 softest boys this year. I normally do not watch shows with the stepbrother trope because it’s just not my jam, but I highly recommend this show. They are barely stepbrothers and are more like friends that group up together and they. are. so. soft.

7. What show are you most looking forward to next year?

The only shows that I know of that are airing next year are the ones from GMMTVs trailers. So I’m gonna go with the MilkLove GL that’s supposed to be airing: 23.5. (side note: I told my mom they had a GL coming and y’all have never seen anyone so excited ever.)

End of Year QL Ask Game

#bl ask game #ql ask game #2022 bl ask game #2022 ql ask game #thanks for the ask #secret crush on you #old fashion cupcake #minato shouji coin laundry #remember me #cherry blossoms after winter #next i'm gonna make my mom watch triage #semantic error #dna says love you #23.5

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nephilim-tears · 2 years

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𝓟𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓒𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓑𝓤𝓢𝓑𝓞𝓨

ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Warnings: F! Reader, bat affiliated reader, menstruation, classism, food mention, Word count:1k. ↳ Fluff:: Adri meets Alfred. Browse my catalog? You are responsible for the content you consume, as always read with care.

You lay motionless on the foreign mattress observing the ambiance of the small Airbnb, the barren room decked in its bare essentials completely doused in golden sunlight added a touch of softness to its otherwise desolate aura.

Seafoam-like guilt washes up against your conscience waxing and waning on the surface, refusing to touch the footprint of shame left behind. An anniversary trip to New York had been your idea, you envisioned a sexy, fun, and adventurous weekend but alas, Mother Nature had other plans.

“Oh good, my red panda is awake,” in strolls, your lover with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen; bad days from him are few and far in between. “Here, I packed these for you” His outstretched hands held a box of flex foam pads, Tylenol, and a miniature heating blanket which looked suspiciously like the one you have back at home.

Your eyes scanned him perplexed, “How did you know to pack these? I didn’t remember to pack these.”

“Our calendars are synced, I read all the notifications unlike some people” he smiles continuing, “Besides, I always carry pads and Tylenol for you when we go out, just in case.” His casual tone made it sound like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like he didn’t just wordlessly declare he loved you down to the bones; down to your atoms, like he wasn’t looking at you like you’d just spun straws into gold — precious, miraculous, and priceless.

It had been a year since you’d gotten together and he still managed to sweep you off your feet, strange as his charm was it could disarm you in seconds, “I’m sorry I ruined our trip.” You sniffle averting his gaze.

True to his nature like the sentimental creature he was, he crouched down beside you, his hands immediately found your lower abdomen applying light pressure to the area, “Hush, you didn’t ruin anything. Now lay back and let me do what I’m good at — taking care of you.”

Adrian pours a glass of water and hands it over with a pill, then he plugs the heating blanket in and covers your torso with it. Contemplating the glazed look in your eyes for a second, “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Alfred’s cupcakes,” you answered a little too quickly causing him to chuckle.

Once he settled you in and was sure the meds had kicked in he had approximately five hours until you woke up. Enough time to make those cupcakes himself that was until he found himself blankly staring at the instructions and realized he didn’t know what made Alfred’s so special.

Deciding this was indeed an emergency he scrolled through your emergency contacts which consisted of him at the top, Bruce, then Alfred.

It’ll be a quick phone call totally not a big deal he thinks, he’ll ask for the recipe and be on his way.

Much to Adrian’s surprise it was in fact not a quick phone call and Alfred invited him to the manor personally as soon as he explained the situation.

He scribbled a quick goodbye note on the counter and subsequently grabbed his jacket and keys.

Of all the Bats, his girl maintained that Alfred was the best among them. She revered the man as a grandfather so it’s imperative he made a good impression.

The GPS guided him from the dingy, cluttered urban New York scene to Gotham, New Jersey. He drove up a hill past several affluent neighborhoods towards a secluded mansion hidden among acres of land that seemed to stretch on for miles surrounding the property.

To anyone else, the scene was picture-perfect, rustic, and serene; nothing to see beyond a billionaire’s love for his privacy and pine trees oversaturated in sunlight, however, Adrian was far from anyone else.

Instinctively, he counted the security cameras disguised as birds randomly— no, strategically placed along the path, the animatronic movements gave them away, the birds were also not native to New Jersey.

He tried piecing together what the security system might look like, or if there was a security system at all since it was a house of superheroes. Maybe if he tripped on an invisible cord close to the ground, all the bat kids would dramatically burst out of nowhere, guns blazing—metaphorically, of course, most of them did not use guns.

At the center of the property, past four water fountains stood the isolated mansion, Adrian tugged his seat belt uncomfortably as he drove through the golden gates that opened without his request.

Sticking his hands inside his pockets, he could feel the rips and tears of the lining; he felt small and misplaced. If this house was a living organism, it would have jeered and stuck its nose up at his presence.

Adrian knitted his eyebrows together trying his hardest to picture you as a child running throughout the mansion with a smile on your face. Were you allowed to play in the yard? Nothing about it seemed to suggest that a childhood had taken place here.

Despite what was lacking, he couldn’t help but notice the abundance; it was a stark contrast to your living situation now— with him. He pictured you as a young woman, elegant and sophisticated floating through the gardens.

That was an image that painted itself clear as day, suddenly thought you growing up here didn’t seem far-fetched. He’s seen the way you effortlessly navigate the upper echelon, granted it was a means to an end on a mission but the point still stands; you belonged here. At the very least, he reasoned you’d be better off here; Bruce was a wealthy man and he was not. He could not provide what Bruce or his wealthy connections could, his stomach twisted into knots as he pictured you hanging off the arms of a comically stereotypical rich prick.

Awkwardly he shuffled his feet together and contemplated leaving before he pondered on it, the decision was made for him. The doors swung open revealing a polished man in formal attire.

“Ah, there you are, Master Adrian.” A polite smile graced Alfred's soft features.

The words circled Adrian’s head and weighed heavy on his chest suffocating him.

It didn’t sound right to his ears, he wrinkled his nose and tensed his shoulders at the unearned— undeserving title, ‘Master Adrian.’

He wanted to correct Alfred to say: that he didn’t have a title, he wasn’t master of anything; his father walked out on their family and his mother worked three jobs to keep the lights on. In the same vein, they couldn’t afford to send him to college, so he didn’t entertain the idea; he wanted to say on occasions he had the same off-brand cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And that he exclusively wore his big brother’s hand-me-downs as a child and he still had some of his brother’s shirts in his closet.

Unbeknownst to Adrian, he didn’t need to say any of this, Alfred is fluent in many spoken languages, as well as the unspoken ones.

Adrian didn't need words to express what his body was already saying; he said it with his eyes, he said it with the hesitation in his steps, and with the broadness of his squared shoulders. It was a look Alfred had seen before, on the gaggle of orphans that rotated through the oak doors of the Wayne manor; even the original orphan, Bruce.

In his eyes, they were all born great, it’s the weight of greatness thrust upon them that keeps them anchored at the front door. Alfred rests a comforting hand on Adrian’s shoulders, “It’s alright son, you do belong here, Let me show you the kitchen, I’m well versed in what our young miss enjoys.”

Massive quantities of eggs, flour, milk, butter, vanilla, sugar, and baking powder are organized neatly on the marble kitchen island. Adrian’s request was to curb his girl’s cravings but it seems Alfred had plans to feed King Arthur and his knights should they stop by for dinner.

“I can’t feed one without feeding them all,” Alfred sighs reading Adrian’s timid expression once more.

Adrian rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and began following Alfred’s lead. His pink tongue caught between his lips in concentration as his keen eyes memorized every detail of the recipe.

Under Alfred’s influence, the mixing and baking went on without a hitch and much to his amusement Adrian insisted on washing the dishes, all of them; tenderhearted, he watched the scene unfold and decided he liked the boy. Adrian is preceptive and selfless, hallmarks of excellent lovers, he thought that the moment he answered the phone, but seeing him up close further confirmed it.

The cupcakes were golden and frosted to perfection, immaculately arranged in a glass Tupperware that Adrian held securely in his arms. He traced the engraved Wayne's crest on the lid and smiled, his pragmatic mission had taken a romantic turn, he was delivering a love letter to you.

“I smell cupcakes.” Someone strolled into the kitchen, Adrian knew that voice, Damian.

Damian’s smirk grew to a mischievous devilish grin when he locked eyes with Adrian. He lifted his palm in the air and high-fived him, gleefully grumbling something inaudible, Alfred quirked an inquisitive brow at the odd interaction. Damian was standoffish with most people, strangers in particular.

Three hours after he arrived, Alfred escorted Adrian to the door, and sent him off with a kind and genuine open invitation, “You’re welcome to visit anytime you like, son.”

Adrian pulled him in for a hug, you weren’t kidding when you said Alfred was the best amongst the bats, he might be one of Adrian’s favorite people ever. Tears welled in his eyes, he’s overwhelmed by the hospitality shown by your paternal figure, he didn’t realize how much he missed the closeness of family.

After he left, Alfred turned to Damian, “The young miss is in good hands, don’t you think?”

Damian did not verbally affirm his stance but he couldn’t hide the small smile that etched itself onto his face.

“Master Wayne, have you been previously acquainted with Master Chase?”

“Yeah,” Damian bits into his cupcakes, “I visited them.”

“I see,” Alfred connects the dots, eyeing Damian suspiciously “And did your visit happen to involve a missing dolphin from the Evergreen aquarium?”

The unwavering smirk on Damian’s face spoke volumes.

Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose, “What did you even do with it?”

Damian shrugged casually, “Have you ever seen Free Willy?”

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x y/n #reader insert #adrian chase blurb #peacemaker #dc #vigilante x reader #vigilante imagine #vigilante x y/n #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne

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gennianydots · 1 year

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Hey! Welcome to my blog!

I’m ✨Genni✨, the one braincell that lives here 🫠

I LOVE a good story. I am a neurodivergent chaotic bisexual so most of my stuff is ramblings on what I am currently watching/yelling at my sister about lol

I hate (affectionate) Jeff Satur and I’m married to Nanon Korapat in my head

Side note: If I am entertained, or if it makes me laugh, I usually stick with it. Here is a list of what I am watching/have finished!

BLs/QLs/dramas I’m currently watching:

- Cherry Magic! (Thai)

- 23.5

- My Precious the series

- Two Worlds the series

- Avatar the Last Airbender (Rewatch)

- Bad Buddy: Ep 5.4 (Daily) 🤡

Thai BLs I’ve seen:

- [x] A Boss and a Babe

- [x] A Tale of Thousand Stars

- [x] Bad Buddy

- [x] Bed Friend

- [x] Be My Favorite

- [x] Between Us

- [x] Cooking Crush

- [x] Cutie Pie

- [x] Cutie Pie 2 U

- [x] Dangerous Romance

- [x] The Eclipse

- [x] Enchanté

- [x] Fish Upon the Sky

- [x] He She It (Webseries)

- [x] Hidden Agenda

- [x] Ingredients (Webseries)

- [x] KinnPorsche

- [x] Last Twilight

- [x] Love in the Air

- [x] Moonlight Chicken

- [x] My School President

- [x] Naughty Babe

- [x] Never Let Me Go

- [x] Not Me

- [x] Only Friends

- [x] Our Skyy 2

- [x] Star & Sky: Star In My Mind

- [x] The Sign

- [x] Triage

- [x] Until We Meet Again

- [x] Vice Versa

- [x] 609 Bedtime Story

Non-Thai BLs I’ve Seen:

- [x] About Youth (Taiwan)

- [x] Cherry Magic! (Japan)

- [x] Cherry Magic! The Movie (Japan)

- [x] Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan)

- [x] Our Dating Sim (Korea)

- [x] Semantic Error (Korea)

- [x] We Best Love (Taiwan)

- [x] Win Jaime’s Heart (Phillipines)

Other Asian Media:

- [x] Dirty Laundry (Thai)

- [x] Extraordinary Attorney Woo (Korea)

- [x] The Warp Effect (Thai)

- [x] Mo Dao Zu Shi (Chinese, BL)

- [x] 3 Will Be Free (Thai)

- [x] 55:15 Never Too Late (Thai)

Anime:

- [x] Attack on Titan (DNF)

- [x] Cherry Magic!

- [x] Given

- [x] Haikyuu!

- [x] My Hero Academia (DNF)

- [x] Spy x Family

- [x] Yurii! On Ice!!

US Animation I Screech About:

- [x] Avatar: The Last Airbender

- [x] Batman the Animated Series

- [x] The Owl House

- [x] Star vs. The Forces of Evil

- [x] She-Ra and the Princess of Power

- [x] Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina

- [x] SW: Clone Wars, Rebels, The Bad Batch, Resistance

BLs or QLs that I am interested in:

- [ ] Love Upon a Time, Next Prince

- [ ] My Love Mix Up!, We Are, Wandee Goodday, My Golden Blood, Pluto, Kidnap, The Trainee