#yes i am open to RESPECTFUL debate as usual

[fallingdownhell]

I have been trying to stock up a collection of puppy hybrid reader fics and you're my next victim 😈 /j

Anyways as you know spring/summer season is coming around and that means heat seasons.

May I ask for a genshin character reacting to your heat cycle spontaneously arriving? (With either Kaeya, Diluc, or Zhongli please)

Don't worry, I am willingly becoming a victim. I do not mind.

Characters Included: Zhongli; Diluc

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; suggestive and smutty content ahead; puppy!hybrid!reader; heat cycles; mentions of penetration; mentions overstimulation; creampie; fingering; not proofread yet

Word count: 1,6k words

To all the fellow thirsty ones... Enjoy<3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Zhongli

Seeing as he was once a dragon himself, he would have his own heat/rut cycles coming up

since the two of you have been together for some time, being mated for a few years now, your cycles have adjusted to another so they come around the same time every year

you both know by now how to read the signs of the upcoming season and how to best prepare for it

most times, you go out and buy some groceries and food that will last you for a week (or sometimes even longer), while Zhongli takes care and preparing your home, starting on a nest and stuff like that

you both respectively take the time off from work so no one has to worry about that, though for Zhongli it's often a bit more difficult thanks to the lack of employees at the Funeral Parlor

this time however, is different

you didn't get any of you usual signs that your heat was about to hit you. Nothing at all

yet you woke up this morning, your husband having left for work already, and you immediately knew what was up

your entire body felt hot and filled with such intense need, you almost couldn't control yourself

You started panting, thrashing around the bed, debating on what to do, when suddenly the bedroom door was slammed open, Zhongli standing in there, panting as well, a wild and hungry look in his eyes

He walked over to the bed, his eyes fixed on you and he was immediately over you, kissing you harshly

"Z-Zhongli! W-why-!"

"Forgot something.. wanted to grab it.. smelled your scent. It's early, right?"

Instead of an answer, the only aound that left your lips was a needy whimper as you started grinding against his thigg, trying to get some friction

He growled at you, basically ripping the clothes off of you and himself, then immediately latched onto your neck, sucking and biting one mark after the other, marking you as his property

Your tail started wagging rapidly as Zhongli's nails dug into your hips, holding you in place, not letting you move

You whined as he denied you the pleasure you got from grinding on him, clawing on his back, probably scratching it open but you didn't care

You felt so hot, you just needed some form of relief

"Li, please!", you practically screamed, your heat now fully here, as you tried resisting his grip

Then, two of his long fingers plunged into your hole, making you scream out in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Yes, it was unexpected, but it just felt too good to finally be filled with something

You moaned shamelessly, throwing your head around against the pillows, taking in your husbands scent

Your moans turned him on even more. Growling again, he pulled you into another harsh, passionate kiss, then pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty inside

You almost wanted to cry from the lack of stimulation, but then the next second, you felt his tip against your hole

Before you could say anything, he pushed himself inside in one long thrust. Your head flew back, your eyes rolling back into your skull as your nails dug into hus shoulders

You let out a scream of pleasure, closing your legs around his waist

Words were no longer comprehensable to you, but when you moved your hips against his, he got the message and started moving

His thrusts were long and hard, but still set in a quick pace

It didn't take long for you to orgasm, since you always got far more sensitce during your heat

You came as he was still plunging into you, he felt your walls squeeze tight around his cock. He almost came himself, but he managed to hold back, helping you ride out your high as much as possible

Your body was already starting to tremble from overstimulation, since Zhongli never once stopped moving

It was always like that during that time. Both of you got so needy, horny and insatiable. You alwaya had to force breaks to sustain your bodies with food and water, but those breaks never lasted long before you fell over each other again like animals

Your heat arriving early may have been unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. Especially since your scent and hormones triggered something within Zhongli, triggering his own rut/heat to arrive early as well, so he could satisfy you with everything you might desire

Zhongli did feel a bit bad that he didn't get a chance to tell his boss that he wouldn't be coming back for at least a week, but when you startes clenching around his cock again, those worries quickly got pushed to the back of his mind so that he could start thrusting into you yet again...

Diluc

Oh boy.. this man is so intrigued by your unique features

Constantly asked you questions about it as you started dating, askig about what was okay to him to touch and what wasn't

Was really hesitant when you first offered him to scratch your ears or pet your tail

Even more nervous when you had sex for the first time. He accidentaly brushed his hand against your tail and he got so scared when you let out a whine at the touch. You had to explain to him that it just felt good and that he did not hurt you

Takes some time but eventually gets the hang of it. Now, he really enjoys to pat your ears or pull slightly on your tail during sex now, and you don't complain about it, since it brings you great pleasure

The first time your heat came around when being with him, you set him down weeks in advance amd explained everything to him

He was a bit shocked about the entire concept, even more so that it affected you as a hybrid as well. But he's more than willing to help you out, since he's your boyfriend after all. And he did, in fact, a very good job..

Now, it was in the middle of the night, yet you woke up, panting and sweating like crazy. At first, you didn't think much of it, maybe you just needed a glass of cold water

So you got up and went down into the kitchen to do just that. But when the water didn't help, you started to get a familiar feeling...

But that couldn't be! You should have another two weeks before your heat woukd start!

But then your body grew even hotter, you got more needy and all you could think about was Diluc, blissfully sleeping in your shared bed

Well... even if you couldn't believe it, you couldn't deny the facts. Your heat has indeed arrived early

You immediately made your way back into the bedroom you shared with Diluc

You felt slightly bad for waking him up, but a larger part within you didn't care about that, only wanting to be filled and fucked right now

As soon as you got there, you climbed on top of Diluc, pulling the covers off of him, grinding against his leg

"Diluc!", you whined amd that, paired with the harsh movement against his body, managed to wake him up

It took him a few seconds to fully wake up, but once he was, his look was both confused and slightly paniced

"(Name)? What's wrong? You're burning up!"

"My heat.. it's early. Please 'luc, I need you!"

Your voice was high pitches and needy, completely different from usual. Luckily for you, Diluc caught on quite fast

Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the mattress and ge was above you, already working on removing both of your clothes

He reached down, wanting to stretch you with his fingers a bit

"No! Please, just.. put it in! I need your cock in me!"

He looked at you for a few seconds, but then only a deep sigh came out and the next second, you coukd already feel his tip pressing up against your hole

He thrusts into you, slowly, allowing you to get used to his size

Once he bottomed out, he wanted to give you a few moments to breath, but you wouldn't have that

You started moving your hips against him, and Diluc lost it at that

Before you knew it, he manhandled you into a doggystyle position and thrust into you from behind, already aetting a rough and fast pace

One hand gripped around your throat from behind, the other grabbed the base of your tail. You cried out in pleasure as he rammes into you, not able to utter even a single word

He held your head high with his hand around your throat, his thrusts never slowing down as he begann nibbling on your neck, soon biting down into the flesh gently

You cried out as you came around his cock, your walls clamping down on him, squeezing him tight

It was too much for him and he came as well, shooting his load deep inside of you

His hips slowed down, letting the both of you ride out the waves of pleasure, before he came to a hold, yet his cock remained inside of you

He knew from the last time just how insatiable you could get when in your heat. And it seemed that this time was no different

Only a few seconds later, you started moving your hips again, begging for him to move

And really, he had no other choice but to oblige, feeling how he was already growing hard again, to fulfill your widh of him pumping you full with his seed..

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[redbleedingrose]

How do you think girl dad Eris would react when the twins start dating?

I get this question in my asks all the time! So I am putting the answer out there for y’all, so the debate can be put to rest.

when you and girl dad!Eris are meeting the people the twins start to date:

- Eris would be so much more calm and composed than you. You would be freaking out on the inside because these are your precious girls who deserve all the best the world has to offer them.

- so yes, you would be the parent staring down their partner with your arms crossed over your chest, while your mate sits beside you, very much so amused by your overprotectiveness, his arm around your shoulder, stroking up and down your arm to help relax you the tiniest bit. The girls would be sending pleading looks over to their papa, and he would probably just smirk and shrug, because he is not gonna stand in your way. His high ladies way.

-Eris knows that he has taught his girls that they should only receive princess treatment. They have grown up seeing the way he treats you, and he knows that Marwa and Twila would find that if there partner were treating them any less than how Eris treats you, it would never really work out. They want the kind of love that you and Eris have, I mean, who wouldn’t?

-They have been raised to be strong, capable young women and by the time they start dating, Eris has complete trust in their judgement when it comes to finding partners. Eris really only gets overprotective when he feels like their partner is not living up to the standard of love and care he expects for his girls. He may have his spies conduct a couple of background checks on their partners, and so long as nothing comes up, he tries to keep an open mind for his girls. He, ultimately, wants for them to be happy and to be loved.

-And, again, usually, you are the one who is more protective and outright with your “suggestions” towards potential partners, which may or may not be threats, you will never confirm or deny such allegations from your girls.

-Eris is only there to make sure that potential partners make it out alive from under your scrutiny, but he is def tossing you in bed after the girls leave for their dates so he can have his way with you. Because you are the sexiest, strongest, most overprotective, incredible mother he has ever met. And he cannot imagine having this perfect life with anyone else.

Edit:

- I also think he tries to be really supportive of his babes. He really wants them to explore themselves and find happiness like he has. He wants to give them a safe space to do that! He will always be the kind of parent his girls can come to no matter what. Their safety is his number one priority, and so he tries to maintain a constant line of open communication between him and the twins.

-I think while it may take time for you to warm up, Eris tries to be accepting when he sees that Marwa or Twila is happy with their respective partners. So while you are giving them side eye and pursing your lips at every statement of their partners, Eris is peering over your shoulder at the girls who are quite exasperated by their mothers fierce protectiveness, and will send them a swift thumbs up and the smallest of nods.

-Mother forbid you catch him in the act. He does not like being under your glare. He gets squirmy and uncomfortable tbh, it is very funny to watch. Your eyes say a million things (mostly that you are not letting him touch you tonight) while you stay silently judging your male for his quick approval of their partner.

-Your overprotectiveness does make for awkward family dinners, but also, it makes for very, very hot sex with Eris.

-So ultimately, you win? He wins? Hot sex wins?

So, yes, that is how I think Girl Dad!Eris would be when the twins start dating <3

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[malice-death]

Murder Drones College/Human au Pt.3

The Cafe Setup/Strangers Meet.

Nathaniel enjoyed many things about his job at JcJenson’s (In Spaaace) Cafe.

He started working over two years ago, and hadn’t found any reason to leave.

Truth be told though, the cafe isn’t really on campus per-say, but since it was so close to Copper Nine University, located within the city of Copper 9, people just say it’s the campus’s cafe.

On the more important parts he worked hard to maintain a great record at his job, and he hoped to one day admit to his crush about his feelings.

Still he parked in the back, and got, while rain started to pour.

Having given his only umbrella to Cynthia, he just ran to the back door, since it lead to the locker room.

Once he inside he could hear the infamous arguing of J and V in the front, as he traded his jacket for his apron in his locker.

Walking to the front, he found J and V at their respective locations in the cafe, and hollering at each other.

Customers came and went, as they did orders, and while almost always Nathaniel ran the cash register with V.

Vanessa Cutters, was his long term childhood friend, who he had a crush on since forever, but has never done much about his feelings.

Humming along to the song that was playing, he turned his head towards V.

“Crazy weather today, am I right?”

V regarded him through squinted eyes, before shrugging.

“I guess, it didn’t really start until now though.”

Chuckling nervously Nathaniel rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah you’re right. Hey do you happen to have a spare umbrella?”

V shook her head as she prepared another order.

“No, I happen to have left my spare back at my lodgings. Have you checked with J to see if you could borrow one of her several umbrellas?”

Jessica whipped her head around at the statement, stopping her assault on the older coffee machine.

“No one has earned the right to even touch my branded umbrellas, you can just suffer in the rain N!”

With a huff she returned to trying to fix the machine. It was a good thing that had two more coffee machines.

Sighing, he hadn’t wanted to get fully soaked, but at least he knew that Cynthia wouldn’t be soaked.

“Thanks anyway guys.”

The doors open to another customer, and he continued on with his work. Chatting with V, as she ranted about the unfairness of college exams.

————————————————————————

It was only when it came time for him to head to his class that he clocked out of work.

Jessica knew he would be back tomorrow like always, and with that he left to get to his class, the only problem was that his building was a hour’s walk from the cafe, but it was still pouring like crazy.

He debated taking his car, but remembered he would need to come back for his stuff from his locker anyway.

Rubbing his chin he took care of a few more orders, with V still working on cleaning up the tables.

It was only when he was wiping down the counters when a new person walked, and it almost seemed like she changed the whole atmosphere of the cafe.

Many patrons only snuck a glance, and than resumed to what they were doing.

The stranger was shorter than him, even shorter than V, but she gave off an aura of danger.

Nathaniel didn’t feel what everyone else was feeling, instead he gave his usual smile, and greeeted her.

“Hello miss, what can I get for you today?”

The woman just shrugged, that even looking at him, as she pulled out her wallet.

“Largest size of black coffee that you have.”

Nathaniel blinked at the statement, typing in the order.

“I’ll make that a large thank you, are you sure you don’t want anything with that miss?”

The woman looked at him, dark amethyst eyes peered up at him puzzlement.

“Yes, I’m quite certain with my order.”

Nathaniel nodded, as he totaled up her order.

“Alright that will be 8.24.”

The woman just pulled out a ten, and passed it to him.

“Keep the change.”

She moved out of the way for the next customer, but J took over for him as he went to make the order.

It had been a while since he made a simple black coffee, but that gave him an idea.

Once he wa done with the order he looked to see where the woman went, only to see her typing away on a laptop at one of the further back tables.

Smiling he walked over to her, and set down the coffee.

The woman muttered a thanks and went back to typing away.

It was only when he took two steps before he heard the annoyed cough of the woman behind.

Turning aroubd to see her glaring at him.

She held up the cup as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Why did you put cinnamon in my coffee?”

Nathaniel blinked before remembering what he had done, giving her a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head.

“I had a random thought and wanted to see if it would taste good, I really hadn’t meant to put it in your coffee, but it’s what I drink sometimes when I’m studying.”

The woman frowned at the statement, taking another sip of the coffee.

Nathaniel tilted his head slightly.

“Do you like it?”

The woman shrugged, “Bite me” was all she said in response.

Nathaniel nodded, and than gestured to the window next to her.

“You wouldn’t happen to be staying for the next few hours right?”

The woman raised a single brow, but nodded.

“Yeah, just until the rain lets up, can’t really bike when it’s raining.”

Taking that as an opportunity he sat across from her.

“I’m Nathaniel by the way, but you can call me N if you need something easier to say.”

He gave her a false salute, in response though the woman just nodded, her mouth a thin line.

“I’m Uzi.”

She didn’t offer for a hand shake or anything, so he proceeded.

“I was wondering if you would allow me to use your umbrella?”

The woman, or Uzi just frowned deeper, but before Nathaniel could take back his words, she pulled out a purple umbrella with crows all over it.

She held it out to him, with a stern look.

“I’ll expect this back when the rain’s done.”

With that she placed it on his side of the table. He could sense that she was hesitant to pass the umbrella to him, but he gave her one more salute.

“I Nathaniel Sillious Wolfmoore, promise to return your umbrella the next time we meet in this cafe.”

He placed a hand over his heart to make sure that she knew how serious he was, he glanced at her to see her simply nod.

“I’ll hold you to it.” She said, a trace of a smile one her face.

He counted as a win, and rose to his feet.

“Alright, I’ll see you around Uzi.”

Uzi waved back, more confused if anything.

But with that he left, the rain still pouring endless, and it made Nathaniel glad that his and Cynthia apartment was on the second floor.

When he checked his phone for the time and saw that he was going to be close to being late he hastened his pace, making sure that the umbrella was aloft above him.

Still he’ll remember his promise.

Thank you for reading. See you in part three

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[sunriserose1023]

Point of Ignition [three]

WARNINGS: Reader's kind of an asshole at times, motorcycle riding, flirtatiousness, sexual tension, this is one continuous scene WORD COUNT: 2888

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“You’re not serious.”

You shrugged, looking over yourself in the mirror. Natasha sat cross-legged on her bed, disappointment visible on her pouting face. You turned to face her, wearing your baggiest pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Your hair was up in a very messy bun, and you were still debating on putting the hood on to cover it up. 

“I am not interested in becoming just another notch on Bucky Barnes’ bedpost. If this doesn’t get the point across, I don’t know what will.”

Natasha just blinked, and you sighed as you walked over to sit on her bed.  

“Hey.”

You looked back to her, meeting her eyes, seeing the soft smile on her face. 

“I’ve never seen him act the way he does around you.”

Just that day, Bucky had appeared while you and Natasha were eating lunch on the quad. He’d sat beside her, but all of his focus had been on you. Teasing you, making both you and Natasha laugh, and reminding you of the date you swore wasn’t a date that night. You shook your head. 

“You’ve known him for like a month.” “Long enough to see how he acts. He puts on just enough charm to melt the girls, gets what he wants, and that’s it. Not that he’s selfish or a dick or anything. The girls clearly enjoy it so—“ “So he’s a manwhore.” “Hey.”

Nat sat up. 

“We do not slut shame in this house.”

You nodded and she reached to pat your hand. 

“Just make it clear to him that you’re not going to have sex with him. I think he’s a good enough guy to respect that. If nothing else, you can be friends.” “Guys and girls cannot be just friends, Nat.” “What about Bruce? He and I are friends.” “You kissed in junior high.” “And that’s how we decided to just be friends.”

She stopped, then nodded. 

“I see what you’re saying.”

You laughed, glancing at the clock beside your bed. Before you could say anything, there was a knock at the door. You got up and answered it, feeling your whole body heat when Bucky gave you a slow once-over. He nodded, smiling as he met your eyes. 

“I’m so glad you didn’t dress up for me, Pidge.”

You had a flash where you felt a little bad, but before you could say anything, Bucky motioned with his head, holding the door open. 

“Let’s go. I’ll have her back at a decent hour, Nat.��� “Too bad.”

Bucky chuckled at Natasha’s low purr. He held out his hand and almost without thinking, you put your hand in his. Once the door had closed behind you, Bucky kept hold of your hand as the two of you started down the stairs. 

“This isn’t a date.” “Whatever you say, pigeon.”

You tried to pull your hand back, but he only adjusted his grip. He glanced at you, a devastating smile on his face. 

“Friends hold hands sometimes.” “Oh, we’re friends now?”

Bucky nodded as he held the door open for you. The two of you walked out of the dorm and into the parking lot. 

“You came to see me fight. Bet on me and won. We partied, and I poured you into bed when you went a little hard in the paint.”

You moved your free hand to smack your forehead and Bucky chuckled. 

“You were a cute drunk, Pidge.” “I don’t usually drink that much and I don’t know why I did the other night.” “Hey, you don’t have to justify anything to me.”

He let go of your hand to hold the door open for you, and you stayed beside the door as he jogged down the steps to a motorcycle. 

“Come on, Pidge. It’s too far to walk.” “I’m not riding on that.” “Yes, you are. I’ve got you a helmet and everything.”

You shook your head, eyes wide as you stared at the bike. Bucky sighed as he climbed off the bike, carrying a helmet as he jogged back to you. 

“Come on. I don’t have a car. It’s the bike or nothing.” “I’m going to pick nothing. See you later.”

You turned to leave, but he grabbed onto your wrist, holding steady. 

“Breathe, pigeon. Your heart is racing. Are you scared?” “No!”

You answered way too quickly, and the smile on Bucky’s face was anything but mocking, which you were expecting. 

“Pidge, hey. Look at me.”

You did, and his gentle smile helped you take a deep breath. 

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” “You don’t know that for sure.” “I’m going to do my damnedest. You’re safe with me, pigeon.”

You swallowed, looking towards the bike.

“I’ve never ridden one before.” "Nothing to it. You just hold onto me and I’ll get us where we need to go.”

You tore your eyes from the bike to meet his, and you closed your eyes as he slid the helmet on your head, buckling it under your chin. He held your hand as the two of you walked to the bike, and once he straddled it, he walked you through climbing on. You wrapped your arms around his chest like he told you to do, and when he started up the bike, you squealed and slid closer to him. He laughed, lifting a hand to touch your wrists, sliding his finger between your wrists and his chest, loosening your death grip. 

“Just breathe.”

He had to yell to be heard over the bike, and since your heart was in your throat, you gave his torso a squeeze in response. You felt rather than heard him chuckle, and you tightened your hold as the bike started moving. You kept your eyes closed, resting your cheek against Bucky’s leather jacket. At one point, he moved a hand to give your knee a gentle squeeze, and you finally opened your eyes when the bike came to a stop. 

Neither you or Bucky moved, but that was mainly because you couldn’t get your arms to unlock from around him. He moved to take his helmet off, shaking out his hair, then patting your hands, which were locked over his heart. 

“It’s okay, Pidge. You can let go.”

You swallowed, your brain telling your arms to relax, but your arms weren’t listening. 

“Or you can keep holding onto me. I really don’t mind.”

You swallowed again, hands shaking as you finally pulled them apart. Bucky took hold of one, rubbing it gently, lacing his fingers through yours and maneuvering your wrist around. He did the same with your other hand, climbing off the bike and turning to face you. He gave a quiet laugh as he unfastened your helmet, murmuring softly at your quiet gasp when the tightness of the helmet disappeared from your temples. You stared up at him and he smiled, cupping your face in his hands. 

“Just breathe.”

You did, staring into his pale blue eyes. He held your gaze with one side of his lips turned up in a smirk and you shook your head to break the trance. You climbed off the bike, stumbling into his waiting arms. 

“Easy, Pidge. Your equilibrium might be off for a bit.” “I’m … I’m fine.” “Just take a second.”

You did, since your heart was still racing, and your head was spinning a bit. Bucky lifted a hand to cup the back of your head, holding you close, and you decided to allow it, just for a second. 

“You’ll love this place. You’re not lactose intolerant, are you?”

You shook your head, stepping back from his embrace. He reached to take your hand, leading you into the restaurant. The lighting inside was dim, red checkered tablecloths on all of the tables. A few people called out hello as Bucky waved, pointing and smiling as he led you to a booth near a window. You slid into the booth, touching the holder where salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, and Parmesan cheese sat. Bucky laid a menu in front of you, nodding at it when you looked at him. 

“You can order something if you want, or you can trust me.” “I don’t even know you.”

He grinned. 

“That’s why we’re here, right?” “It’s not a date.” “Did I say it was?”

You raised an eyebrow, the smile never fading from his face. 

“I just said dinner. You’re the one assuming.” “I am not!”

He chuckled, leaning back and spreading his arms over the back of his side of the booth. You rolled your eyes before looking down at the menu. 

“The Alfredo is fucking divine. The lasagna will make you want to kiss the chef, and Antonia's friendly enough to let you.”

You bit your lip to stop the smile you wanted to give, studying the menu as you spoke. 

“What do you get?”

“You gonna trust me, Pidge?”

You raised an eyebrow as you lifted your eyes to his. He grinned again as he bounced his eyebrows, and you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. You closed the menu, pushing it towards him. 

“Alright, Barnes. I’m all in.”

“Don’t tease me with poker terms, Pidge. You’ll make me declare my love for you right here and now.”

You swallowed the terror that suddenly appeared at the back of your throat, wishing you had a glass of water. As if he could read your mind, a waiter appeared at the table with two glasses of water and a basket of bread. 

“Signore Barnes! Molto bene, good to see you! Antonia was wondering when we would see you again. And who is this bellissima?”

You widened your eyes when Bucky said your actual name to the waiter. He winked at you as he continued to talk. 

“She’s new here, so we’ve got to treat her right, si?” “Oh, certamente! Let me go talk to chef and we will take care of you!”

The waiter left in a hurry, and you waited for Bucky to turn his eyes to you. 

“So you do know my name.” “And that will be the only time you hear me use it, pigeon.”

You pursed your lips. 

“Am I annoying to you? Is that why you call me pigeon?”

Bucky smiled. 

“No, that’s not why. I’ll tell you one day, if you’re lucky.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. Bucky laced his hands together, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. 

“So, pigeon. Tell me more about you.” "No.” “If you want me to just sit here and look at you, I can.” “Oh my god, do any of these lines ever work for you?” “To tell you the truth, I don’t usually need a line.”

You reached for your glass of water. 

“Girls just fall at your feet?” “Honestly? Yes.”

You didn’t spit out the sip you’d just taken, which was surprising to you. You turned wide eyes to him and Bucky shrugged his shoulders. 

“I’m not trying to be obnoxious, but I know how I look, Pidge. I put a lot of work into it. Girls happen to appreciate it and I appreciate them. That sometimes falls into a category we can both find mutually beneficial.”

You slowly nodded, taking another sip of your drink in the short silence. 

“So you sleep around?” “In a manner of speaking, yes.”

You laced your fingers together and leaned forward, copying his positioning. 

“I’m not going to sleep with you.” “Never say never, pigeon.”

You shook your head. 

“How do you feel about girls who sleep around?”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. 

“Long as everybody’s on board, who cares? If it makes you happy and it’s not hurting anyone, you do you.”

You pursed your lips and Bucky leaned forward, a smile on his mouth. 

“I’m no sexist, Pidge. Nice try on attempting to catch me, though.”

You tried to stifle the smile, but you couldn’t help it when Bucky chuckled. 

“As you’ve said a few times now, you don’t know me. But, I don’t know you either.”

Bucky glanced over at the bread basket before looking back to you.

“I was raised by a good man and a good woman who let me think for myself, but steered me in the right directions. I’m not so full of myself that I think I’m God’s gift to women, fucking whoever I can while a woman doing the same thing is a slut. What’s good for the goose and all that. If you want to sleep around and you enjoy it, go for it.”

He smiled as he leaned closer to you, giving you a wink. 

“And let me go ahead and volunteer for that.”

You groaned as you leaned back, and Bucky laughed from across the table. You shook your head as you leaned forward again. 

“I am not sleeping with you.” “Now, or ever?” “Ever.”

Bucky tilted his head to the side. 

“Aw, come on, Pidge. Don’t be like that.”

You rolled your eyes until he reached across the table, laying his hand on your wrist. He opened his mouth, closing it and pulling his hand back as the waiter appeared back at the table with two plates in his hand. 

“Chef insisted. And you better make sure to share with bellissima, capice?”

Bucky nodded as he smiled at the waiter. The man set a plate before Bucky and another before you, then clasped his hands together. 

“Buon appetito.”

You looked at Bucky as the waiter walked away, and he picked up a fork, stabbing at the slab of lasagna on his plate. 

“Oh my god, Pidge. You’ve got to taste this.”

You blinked at the sudden rush of heat in your belly, shaking your head as you picked up your own fork. You studied the pasta before you, twirling some around your fork and sliding it into your mouth. 

“Oh my God.” “Right?”

You gave a happy moan as you twirled more pasta, closing your eyes as you chewed. You opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you, empty fork poised above his plate. 

“What?”

He shook his head, clearing his throat. 

“Noth—nothing. Here.”

He cut a bit of lasagna onto his fork, holding a hand under it as he leaned across the table. You looked at the fork, then at him, leaning forward while keeping your eyes locked on his and eating the bite he was offering. You watched his jaw go slack, giving a soft moan as you chewed. 

“This food is fantastic.”

Bucky slowly nodded. 

“Yeah, the … the food is … it’s good.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing out loud. You twirled some more pasta, eating as you felt Bucky’s eyes on you. After a moment, you twirled some pasta onto your fork and held it out. 

“Want some?”

Bucky swallowed. 

“More than you could imagine.”

You gave a soft laugh at that, but it trailed off as he leaned over, taking the bite from your fork and chewing slowly. 

“Damn good, Pidge.”

You nodded, flustered as you looked back down at your plate. The two of you ate in silence, and you didn’t put up much of a fight when Bucky insisted on paying. Once you were outside, Bucky slid his hand into yours, steering you away from his motorcycle, towards the sidewalk. After a moment of silence, you spoke. 

“I feel bad that you paid for everything on this non-date.” "Date or not, if I ask a woman to do something with me, I pay.” “Does that include—“ “No, Pidge, I do not pay for sex.”

You gave a quiet laugh as he smiled. 

“Listen.”

You turned your head towards him, an expectant look on your face. Bucky stopped walking, moving in front of you, lifting the hand he was holding to his chest. With his other hand, he reached to slip a strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun behind your ear. 

“You’ve got to feel something here. I can’t be the only one, right?”

You smiled, reaching up to push a piece of hair back behind his ear, just like he’d done for you. 

“You feel something here because I haven’t fallen at your feet. Because I am definitely not going to bed with you. You’re not used to a challenge, and that’s why you think you’re feeling something here.”

He stared into your eyes as he slowly nodded. 

“So it’s definitely a no, then?” “Definitely.”

Bucky nodded again, understanding filling his blue eyes as he moved your hands away from his chest, still keeping hold of your hand. 

“I’m not one of those guys who’ll just keep hounding you ‘til I get you under me, Pidge. No means no, right?” “Right.” “Then … we’ll be friends?”

You cocked your head to the side as you studied him, and he smiled again. 

“I mean, with Nat and Sam the way they are, we’re bound to be hanging out all the time. Might as well be friends since you’ve broken my heart.”

You smacked his chest and he laughed. 

“I did not break your heart. Blue balls do not equal a broken heart.”

Bucky laughed again, letting go of your hand and throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

“Oh, Pidge. This is the start of a beautiful friendship. I just know it.”

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#point of ignition series #marvel fanfiction #marvel reader insert #bucky barnes x reader #marvel au #reader insert #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #female reader insert #college au #mcu

[fukumori-fan-page]

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hi i'm cio, i'm the owner of @bungoustraypups @bungoustraypups-verse and a few other blogs i'll drop here eventually. this is a fanpage for mori, fukuzawa, and fukumori from bsd, and we're affiliated with @dazai-fan-page and all of their other accounts :)

the title for this blog is the monikers used for mori and fukuzawa in bspverse and many of my other fics! mori's is "mourning dove" which is usually shortened to "dove", and fukuzawa's canon moniker is "silver wolf", though mori often calls him "papa wolf" instead, referring to his fatherly nature and also the fact that they have kids eventually in basically all of my verses lmao so he's literally a papa wolf

the rest of this is copy-pasted from my bungoustraypups-verse blog! make sure to read my carrd too!

yes i love mori. no i do not think mori is a canon pedophile (he isn’t a canon pedophile either, for that matter) and i do not think mori abused dazai. yes i am open to discussing why i believe this and you’re welcome to debate me on the second opinion, but i am not open to arguing about it, and i am not open to debate on the first one. please respect my boundaries.

i am an OSDD system of 300+. we are polyfragmented. one of my most active sysmates is a mori fictive. my system’s fictives are not the same as their source and for the love of god please don’t ask him or any of the others invasive or weird questions. be nice and treat them like the people they are, if they choose to communicate on this blog.

i have 400 bsd fankids and ocs and a multitude of aus.

here is a non-detailed list of the fankids/ocs

here is the website i store the profiles for the ones who have profiles, they’re not all done yet and more are coming

the quickest way to my heart is to ask me questions about these guys.

eventually i’ll have a tag page. stay tuned.

#pinned post #cio.org #cio.txt

[thevoidscreams]

@ask-lorgar

it is finally done. I had to stop myself from going further, but honestly, if there's interest, I will throw in the smut later.

Pairing: Lorgar x Special anon (or reader)

Things get just a wee bit spicy, but nothing too explicit....unless

I know staring is usually considered pretty rude. But can you blame me? He's so handsome, the best-looking man I'd ever met. Yet he wasn't really a man. He was more than any other human I'd ever encountered. Calling him human almost felt degrading. Even if he looked like a human being in the most basic of senses. There was that aura of authority and inhuman power to him that denoted him to being more than that. Not to mention the horns.

But all the same, his smile made my heart jump into my throat anytime I saw it. And Gods have mercy when he directed that rare glowing expression of happiness at me. It nearly made my knees buckle. I'd never thought I'd be so lucky as to be where I am now. To be perched upon the primarch and to have his fingers stroking a slow path up and then down my back. He always had some little gesture like that to remind me of my place. At his side. Or lap as the circumstances would have it.

Lorgar's lap was warm even when his armor was on. But without it, he was like a toasty furnace. His voice was such a deep rumble against my cheek as he spoke to one of his sons, a techmarine, if I wasn't mistaken. 

Lorgar had been making an effort to be more open and available to his legion, and they seemed to jump on the opportunity immediately and with great desire to be noticed by their gene sire. He was the only father most of them probably ever had. It was a touching and heartbreaking sort of relationship. I could see the gleam in the eyes of the word bearers as they heard the announcement. This marine ,I was certain, had been no different.

They'd been speaking on one subject or another for well over an hour now. It was nice to see and hear the underlying warmth in both men. I had always assumed tech marines would be like the mechanical and cold tech priests who'd taught this old marine his craft. But there was still a great fondness in him for his primarch.

"Thank you for seeing me today. I have enjoyed this time, Father."

"Of course, my son. I know I have been somewhat absent in the past, but I promise that will no longer stand."

The marine gave a respectful short nod to his father and exited his private office.

A brief moment passed in a comfortable silence as his fingers slowed and his hand came to a stop on my waist. I shivered, imagining all the other scenarios in which his hands might find themselves on my waist. 

"That was the last request I received for audiences today." I turned my gaze up to him and melted under the weight of it. His eyes were never so soft as they had been before he'd taken my advice to reconnect with his legion. He seemed happier now. Truly like a father with his sons. 

"You seem pleased by that." I noted, finding it a bit odd that he would seem glad to be done with his visits. I sat up straight and faced him.

"Yes, but I have missed your company all day." He murmured quietly and sweetly.

"We've barely been apart all day, Lorgar. Only when I went to retrieve our lunch." 

"True, but we haven't had the chance to really speak with one another. " He pulled me back against his chest and sighed. 

"Well, I'm not sure there's much to say considering most of it was silent in your lap." I teased, and Lorgar  chuckled. "I don't suppose you had much happen whilst retrieving our lunch."

I debated telling him that Erebus had said something rude to me again. I didn't want him to be angry with his son, though, so I decided to leave that bit out.

"No, nothing out of the usual." It wasn't a lie, Erebus was often cruel to me.  I was used to that. It was when he wasn't being an ass that I felt the need to worry. 

"But I did almost fall up the stairs because someone polished them and didn't tell anyone." A sudden look of worry struck his face, and I could see that he had not seen the humor in the situation the way I had. "But I'm fine. I didn't trip or fall. I caught myself." He heaved a sigh of relief and stood up. I made no move to do the same as I knew his arms would encircle me and keep me from falling. They did, big and strong, the way they always were. I found it almost unthinkable that he had ever been considered the weakest of his brothers. He adjusted me in his arms as he began walking away from his desk and towards the door to his private chambers.

Not that I had many examples to compare and contrast with. Just Lorgar. But honestly, how could any person stand in his presence and call him weak? I couldn't understand.

That train of thought was derailed as I felt the warmth of lips against my cheek.

"What do you think of when your eyes become so far away?" The question was asked in such a soft tone, but I caught the current of insecurity under it.

"Sometimes I'm just unable to think about anything but you. And when you pick me up, I'm reminded of just how strong you are." I returned the peck, mine far closer to his lips than the one he placed on my own cheek. It was like a challenge to him. Some days in the brief periods between tasks, we'd kiss each other, one on the high cheek, the next slightly lower. Till we were but mere millimeters from actually pressing our lips together.

I enjoyed this game, but I'd be a liar if I sometimes wished we could skip it and just get to the good part. But we never rushed it, there was much to do during the day and we couldn't spend all that time with our lips locked. I'd dreamt of it, in vivid detail, sometimes so real I was unsettled and confused upon awakening.

Those dreams never just stopped at kisses. 

I shivered and wrapped my arms around the large man's shoulders. He met my challenge, just as I had hoped he would. Kissing me just below the spot on my cheek where I'd kissed him. 

"What do you have planned for our quality time?" I inquired. "I thought we might relax and read or talk. I still know so little about your life before you came to me."

And for good reason. "And I know so much about you. I do suppose that is a bit unfair."

He pushed open the door to his room, and the smell of books and paper was heavy in the air. Texts on all manner of topics were piled high on most of the open spaces aside from his bed and some chairs.

I anticipated being set down,  but instead, he held me tight as he went for his bed. I tried to recall him mentioning sleep. It had most likely been a decent while since he'd actually slept.

"Having you here," he whispered against my neck, "It's made my life warmer and brighter than at any point I can remember."

My throat felt tight at those words. They were so sincere, and they should have made me smile, but they just made me want to cry. I made him happier than he'd been maybe ever. It hurt to know he had gone through so much. There was so much he didn't deserve. So much I wish I could scrub away from his past and steal away the pain he'd endured. My sweet primarch, I'd do anything to see him happy. Anything to make him smile. 

"My dear? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He cupped my cheek, and the tears fell more rapidly.

"You're happy, and it makes me so happy. But I know that I only make you happy because of all the awful things that have happened to you." I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and hugged him. 

"No. That's not true." He affirmed as he held my shaking form. "I love you, and no pain from my past has any effect on that. True, you have been unyielding in your affection and kindness, which have been two things greatly lacking in my life. But that lack is not what led me to love you. I love you because you are a beautiful soul who puts others ahead of your own self. Do not believe for a moment that my past could darken the love we share."

He pulls away, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes, I can feel it in the warmth of his voice and the touch of his hands as he guides me back to him. But he doesn't hug me, not like before. He leaned forward so close that I could lift my chin and meet his lips if I wanted. 

"After all, what is a dark past to a bright future?" 

Gently his lips press to mine. Almost as if he was inviting me to deepen it. I did. 

I pressed into him harder, as my lips parted and his mouth did the same. The warmth of his tongue caressed mine as we poured our passion into each other. My tears and fears were forgotten in that moment, banished by his reassurance. 

His hands ran down my body again, and stopped at the hem of my shirt.

"If we do not stop now I fear we may be here for the rest of the day." Lorgar panted as I also tried to collect myself and settle my breathing.

"Well I don't have any plans if you don't." I returned, smiling up at him.

"Oh Darling," he breathed excitedly, "you know I don't."

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #fanfiction #primarchs #lorgar aurelian #Lorgar x reader #Special anon #Lorgar x Special anon

[omniaspec-rat]

[Pfp ID: A round image of the face of the character Wooly from the game "Amanda the Adventurer", a 3D model of a nice looking bipedal lamb. At the edge of the image, there is the panagender gaybian flag (by @caeliangel), which consists of 7 horizontal stripes of the same size that are, from top to bottom: blue-ish black, blue-ish green, light lime green, light yellow, light orange, light pink, and reddish black. Wolly has a happy expression with his mouth open. End ID.]

[Header ID: A simple drawing of the TBH creature/autistic creature/yippee, which is a white quadrupedal creature with a big round head and big glowing eyes, and a serious expression. The background of the image is equally divided by two flags. On the right, the lesboy flag, a flag of 6 horizontal stripes of equal sizes that are, from top to bottom: dark purple, pinkish red, light orange, pastel blue, violet and dark blue. On the left, the turigirl flag, a flag of 6 horizontal stripes of equal sizes that are, from top to bottom: dark purple, violet, greenish blue, pastel pink, light orange and pinkish red. End ID.]

Hey hey!

About me:

I'm anominal but my astanames are Sam and Samira. I use any pronouns (yes even emojipronouns and neos). My identity is too big to put in one post but you can say I'm omniaspec omni gaybian panagender. I am autistic, and I have ADHD, BPD, OCD and social anxiety. My race is mixed and I am a minor.

My native language is *not* English, so don't be surprised if there happen to be some grammatical errors or if some of my sentences seem messy or meaningless. I try to use the translator to avoid this, but it's not very reliable.

I'm extremely sensitive to other people's opinions, so if you need to let me know of any mistakes, I ask that you be kind! I also need the use of tone tags (or whatever way you want to communicate your intentions to me).

I don't have any DNI (because that doesn't usually stop people who annoy), but I would block you if you make me feel unconfortable.

BYF below cut:

BYF:

I'm pro endogenic systems and pro willogenic systems (no syscourse here), pro mogai/neos/xenogender, pro mspec lesbians/gays/straights and lesboy/turigirl, pro "controversial" or "outdated" identities, pro SAM and (all) aspec people, pro paraphilias (anti-contact dw), pro alterhuman/otherkin/therian/furry (I'm okay with KFF), pro self-dx (researched), pro SFW agere/agedre and petre/petdre, and pro AFAB transfem/AMAB transmasc.

I use words like "queer", "dyke" or "fag/faggot".

I believe in transandrophobia and transmisoginy.

I'm anti racists, anti transrace/transabled/transopinion, anti demonization of any mental illness (personality disorder, cluster b...), anti consang/incest and anti-harassment.

I'm not comfortable with proshipers (not counting those who are strictly against underage with adults ships or ships that involve family members, and believe that fiction affects reality).

If you happen to be a respectful person and disagree with any of these things, I ask you to leave.

None of my opinions are up for debate, I don't want to get involved in arguments in general and I guarantee that forcing me into it won't change my mind.

Enjoy your stay! 🐭

[wovenforest]

W3LCOME T0 MY TUMBLR 🫶

🕯️my name is dallas (u can call me dal if u want), on my tumblr im mainly going to write fanfic. i go by he/him and am bi

🕯️i can also talk ab shifting or witchcraft (i plan on posting tarot readings, i also plan on giving some out)

🕯️since im a shifter ill mainly write fanfics revolving around my desired realities (such as criminal minds, the outsiders, supernatural, pjo, etc), they arent ALL going to be CONCERNING my dr, but they are the FANDOMS i will be writing about

🕯️(by the previous part i just mean the fandoms i will be writing for + memories from my dr to help them be “accurate”)

🕯️a little ab me ig: i loveeee drawing and music (hozier, måneskin, arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, ptv>>>> i take no criticism), i also play some guitar and i have a silly goofy goober stupid ass little bitch of a cat (i love him). im mexican and italian and im also trying to reconnect w my native roots (im still learning spanish for my dad even tho its a european language smfh) and before u ask yes i cookeh dah pizza while dancing to mariachi (but its usually mi reina selena q🙏)

TH1NGS AB MY F4NFICS ;;

🕯️gn or male reader. not she/her, she/they whatever, no. my fanfics are for they/thems and male/masc readers

🕯️ill mainly write fluffy drabbles but i might experiment with smut (i cant promise itll be good). but you guys definitely will not be starved, some heavy makeout sessions will probably be present. i also understand that most people would want fics w their comfort characters so im willing to do sh/addiction or any mental health related fics

🕯️requests !!!!! im always ALWAYS open to more requests and ideas, do NOT be shy when it comes to this, i promise i wont judge🫶

TH1NGS I W0NT D0 ;;

🕯️if its smut no way in hell will i fucking do age play, race play, cnc, any weird kinks or fetishes. also nothing ab feet since they freak me tf out even tho it goes under the weird fetish category

🕯️im super super big on respect, if we are having a debate on something im not being rude, im just very blunt and firm when it comes to arguments so if you are being disrespectful u will be blocked.🫶

🕯️if theres questions about witchcraft or shifting i will 💥give only what i know💥 so for example, if its anything about spells i cant answer that since i dont do them, but if it involves tarot, manifesting i will. im also working on my craft so if theres any questions related to what im doing i will give my answers + the source from which im learning from

MY TAR0T READINGS ;;

(which are free, also i do 1-5 questions at a time)

🕯️if i cannot do your reading i will tell you and get to it as fast as i can aslong as i dont have others to get to first. i always do them as the order the people asked

🕯️im still working out my full thoughts on this but i do plan on doing them. i will probably have a little box where you can send your questions in (1-5) and i can dm you your reading or i can post them anonymously (idk why u would want it but the options there ig)

🕯️questions i WILL do;; love/relationship readings, (mental) health readings, questions about you/someone/your dr if youre a shifter, really anything aslong as its not under my “things i wont do list” but i WILL tell you if i cannot with reasoning

🕯️questions i WONT do ;; yes/no questions, ancestor/deity questions, theres still questions i havent gotten yet, but if i cannot do them like i said i WILL TELL YOU, and if i cant do your desired question(s) feel free to give me another/more

DNI ;;

🕯️homophobic, racist, abelist, an incel, literally just a shit person. also antishifters (js so u know, in a diff reality ur bitch is choking on my cock)

(also anyone fem aligned. like ily, yall are chill and all but you GOT THE REST OF TUMBLR, let the men and nb’s have some fics pls)

anyways peace✌️

~dal🕯️

[tama-art-stuff]

Welcome to my humble Blog! 💞

In this blog you will find content about cartoons (mainly related to looney tunes).

I love debating and talking about my favorite characters, which also makes me a fan of their authors. The story both in real life and the universes created by them is fascinating to me.

You can refer to me as Tama, Tam, or Tamy (if you want, you even can call me Tamal xD)

My native language is Spanish, but I am open to speaking in any language if you want to talk about looney tunes.

Anyway, to be more specific in this blog I will post my art, gifs, also more personal posts written about what I love about the cartoons, details, inspiration, observations, and characters.

I usually get very excited so I hope and don't mind the long pots 😅

I guess that's all for now, folks.

Anyway, wish you a nice day.❣️💕

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Important message for the Baffy shippers only. Please don't ignore it.

I kindly ask Baffy shippers not to tag my Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck art as "Baffy" or reblog my content on your Baffy blogs.

Please, respect my wish to see absolutely nothing related to that tag on my art, or appear in any Baffy blog.

I don't ship but I have nothing against the ship or the couple (I have friends who ship them). But the Baffy community is just not to my liking and I don't want anything with it and I have logical reasons to do so, and that's exactly why I don't think it's a good idea for someone with that thought to be into the Baffy community, I really don't want to ruin the peace.

"Hey, but you reblog Baffy content"

Yes, it's a ship content, from a shipper, from a shipper blog, but they refuse to call themselves Baffy shippers, and also they escape from the community just like me (or even more). And also I ask their permission first. (And to be honest, if the art is so good, I can't resist)

So I'd better make it clear up front that I'm not your friend, nor do I want to be. But I don't want to be your enemy either :/ I'm a peaceful person who has the strict rule of "you don't like it, block it and let the person live happily while you go on with your life. There is no need to give a negative opinion to something that no one asked you and ruin that person's happiness for a simple little drawing".

I have the tag "Baffy" blocked and would like to keep it as how is, away from me.

It is an easy and simple order petition, Asked in the most friendly way possible.

I'm just a simple blog among a bunch of other blogs that can give Baffy content, so I hope you don't lose your time getting mad at me and just enjoy the content that is for you.

Thanks for understanding.

Peace.

Please

[dracwife]

nature. | spock

ship: grow fonder  →  spock/elden

word count: 744

summary: please help i cant stop gaining st husbands this isnt a joke or meme anymore its a genuine cry for help please g 

"How the hell do you put up with him all the time?"

. . .

"You seem fascinated with the sky, Commander."

"It's incredibly pretty, isn't it?"

"Beauty is subjective, Commander, and oft influenced by emotion."

"You could just say yes, and humor me," Elden drops the professional tone he held a moment before, and it does not go unnoticed.

"I would not lie to you, no matter the instance."

There is a brief pause as the Vulcan glances to the sky for a moment before speaking again, "It is just a moon, Commander."

Spock looks, though, back towards his human companion, and settles into committing the way he gazes longingly, lovingly, at the horizon, where the moon rises and the stars shine a particular shade of pale blue brighter than Earth's, like he is probably used to. 

"However, I can see the appeal in the view."

. . .

"You don't have to walk me to my room. I think I'm capable of that, at least."

"Perhaps, however, you nearly collapsed when trying to stand in the Medical Bay."

"Bones said I'd be fine, Spock."

"Doctor McCoy, for his expertise, does not know you like I do. You have a habit of trivializing your needs, and especially downplaying the impact of injury. It would be illogical for you to go unaccompanied just after gaining a wound such as yours, even if it is treated."

They stopped just in front of the door to the Commander's quarters. Elden took note of the way Spock stood observant, unmoving when he surely could have left already.

"See? I made it fine, like I said I would."

"And I am very pleased you have. I will be back to check on you in an hour. If you need anything in the meantime, I am sure the Captain will understand if I --"

"Oh, my," Elden tuts, "Your sympathy is showing."

"Not sympathy, Commander. Concern and perhaps affection. If you wish to accuse me of not keeping my emotions in check, please at least do-so with the correct ones."

. . .

"Thank you, by the way. For saving me. For looking after me."

"You are a valuable asset to the crew, Commander. There was no reason not to."

"You could have gotten hurt yourself."

"I weighed the outcomes."

"If you say so. But you still didn't have to take care of me after."

For the first time, Spock did not have a reasonable explanation. He could not rationalize the urge he felt to care for the commander -- for the human, who he'd come to admire, who he'd grown fond of. Who he continued to grow fonder of every time he found himself carrying out conversation with, every moment they spent together. He respected him. And he admired him.

Perhaps, even cared for him.

Their hands brushed together briefly as they stood in the lift. Neither of them acknowledged it, not verbally. But it happened, and they were both acutely aware, and as the doors opened to the bridge Spock found himself leaving quicker than usual, frustrated almost; an emotional mess by his standards, but no one batted an eye as he sat at the console, vaguely annoyed. He couldn't work out why he'd done what he'd done. What he could have said better, what he should have said he didn't. 

But his fingertips burned where he had brushed it against Elden's palm, and that was something he was sure of.

. . .

"I think you should loosen up, it would do you good to not be so wound up when you're off-duty."

"It is not in my nature to do so."

"I think it's in at least half of your nature, actually."

"Are you sure this is a debate that you wish to have with me, truly?"

"Not at all. I just like to tease you, because I love you."

"You have a strange way of showing affection. I am unsure if I understand the purpose of an --"

He was cut off suddenly by the kiss pressed against his lips, and though it was not uncommon as of late, it was never something he quite anticipated, even if it was to be expected.

"Is that better? Traditional enough 'affection' for you?"

"Traditional," he seemed almost dazed for a moment, "Yes, in the human sense. I…Believe I understand that one."

Elden barely caught the way Spock's mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly, disappearing as he gathered his thoughts again.

. . .

"How do I put up with him? …I suppose I find a way."

#dex.writes #ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜰᴏɴᴅᴇʀ | r. － s.

[atypical-irritant]

Pinned Intro

I've noticed people have been making these cute little info posts. It's been a while since I've gone around with a target plastered to my back, so why not.

About Me

You can call me Rose. I am an agender, sex positive aroace individual. Singular they/them pronouns are preferred.

My interests include psychology, horror/gore, reading, gardening, and watching documentaries (yes, I'm a blast at parties). Sarcasm aside, though I do prefer solitary activities, I'm not entirely devoid of social needs. They're just not my forte, I suppose. My generally apathetic nature is typically ill-received. I'm also mute, so that tends to complicate things.

Content

This blog is my way of expressing the thoughts and opinions I otherwise wouldn't have the chance to voice. Mainly I focus on topics involving mental illness and neurodivergency, especially those I have personal experience with such as autism, DID, and SzPD. Occasionally, I'll reblog memes as well. They help split up all the heavy shit.

I'm open to civil disagreements and am more than happy to hear oppositional sides to most topics. That said, if you in no way intend to be respectful or you view any attribute about me as inherently immoral, predatory, or any other stereotypes one can think up, then by all means try me. Just know I don't value your opinions whatsoever and will respond accordingly. It's only fair, seeing as you don't value my existence.

Tags

Tags aren't my strong suit but I will occasionally use them when I see fit, mostly for my own organizational purposes. You may ask me to tag something but, considering this blog's usual content, I suggest more sensitive people simply steer clear. Unless you're intending to use social media as a form of self harm, it's doubtful this blog will do you much good.

That said, my personal tags are:

#my post - Posts I've written.

#tag tangents - Commentary was added in the tags rather than the post itself. Get digging.

#reblog reply rebuttal - Additions and responses to previous posts.

#age is a chronological construct - Discussions about the complicated dynamics of different life stages or what parts age plays in society.

#hate never changes - Discussions about hate groups or the act of bigotry and prejudice-inspired behavior or thoughts.

#the kids are not alright - Topics pertaining to the struggles children endure and what damage trauma and mistreatment have on future behavior.

#fighting fire with fire - Counter discourse and general aggressive backlash against inflammatory posts.

I do try to use community tags whenever applicable. Tags will be added to this list as needed.

Discourse

As for my stances and general opinions in relation to discourse discussions, I made a separate post summarizing each point which you can find here, but in summary;

Proship/Comship

Pro Consanguinamory

Pro Paraphilia

Pro MOGAI

Pro Self-diagnosis

Pro Kink

TransID Neutral

Endo Safe

Anti Syscourse

More will be added as I come across other debated topics that catch my interest. Feel free to mention anything not listed and I'll look into it.

Lastly, I don't, nor will I ever, have a DNI. To me, they just paint a target on your back for anyone to know precisely what will upset you, nothing more. As welcoming as I am towards hate mail, it's much more satisfying to me if it's fueled by something I've said rather than some silly list.

#pinned post #intro post #my post #my thoughts

[nohrian-skies]

About Me / Disclaimer

Soft Xander ;w;

Hello!! You've found yourself at my blog, where I focus primarily on Fire Emblem content. You may call me Nohr, Minty, or my real name (Cassandra) as long as you don't shorten it! I'm autistic, with ADHD, major depression, anxiety disorder, trauma, and some childhood abuse. I'm aroace, and my pronouns are they/them or he/him. I'm still learning, but I'm a digital artist who loves to write. I also have two chihuahuas, Mango and Zaphod, who are my ESA dogs.

I come from communities where fanon and avatar oc's are the norm, and considering backlash I've gotten in the past from the FE community, I wanted to write a little disclaimer about my account and what it is I do. I don't expect everyone to agree with what I do here, but I do ask that you be respectful. I'm open to debate, as long as we can both remain open minded, objective, and accepting of others differences and opinions. I accept that the way you see the original content likely isn't the same as the way I do, that doesn't make your views any less valid than mine. I welcome interaction though, and you're more than willing to message me at any time. My asks will remain open, and I am on Discord. I don't mean any offense by this post of course! But I'd like to leave a disclaimer to avoid any misunderstandings and unpleasant interactions I've had with people in the past. Feel free to scroll past this.

Avatar OC's

One of my greatest joys is creating a balanced and complex character, and throwing them into an existing role in an RPG's storyline, while finding my ways to give them an arc of their own that holds tremendous meaning to me. I spend hours developing my avatars, figuring out how they work, what makes them themselves, and what their motives and desires are. Typically, by the time I decide to work on their relationships and arc, I already know what they'll do in almost every situation and I know what I want their story to be about. I first started doing this during my roleplaying days, then with Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, where avatar (hero) oc's were common.

I didn't really start to run into issues with this until I decided to jump on the Fire Emblem train. I've had people tell me that my avatars don't count because they're oc's, and others that they don't count as oc's because they're not original enough. This is extremely hurtful, as I spend weeks or months on these characters that hold tremendous value to me, then place them in a role that is intended to be a self-insert. It bothers me that I have been excluded from events and spaces for this reason, but not enough to stop doing it. My avatars have a piece of me, I often put my own experiences of neurodivergency, abuse, trauma, and mental illness into these characters.

I love sharing them with people, and will respect if you don't like them, but if you come to gatekeep or start drama, I would like to remind you that the back button is in the upper left corner of your web browser :)

OCxCanon Ships

I can understand why this might not be everyone's cup of tea. I've run into plenty of ocxcanon ships that I don't like. It can certainly be done badly, or it can be done very well. I do quite a few of these in my content, with my avatars in particular. You'll see it in friendships, too. This is the internet, and you're bound to find someone who disagrees with you. Which is fine! Again, though, if you don't care for it I would prefer you move on. My ships, like my characters, are very close to my heart for personal reasons. I do take criticism, yes, but it takes a lot for me to stop liking something, as I'm a very passionate person.

Character Interpretations

As I write a game's content, there is usually a singular character that I have my avatar focus their relationships on. Oftentimes, I may interpret or write their character differently than the fandom or even the original writers. It could be for a number of reasons... maybe I find their writing disrespectful or inconsistent. Maybe it better suits my narrative. Oftentimes, though, how I write the character will change over time as I become more confident and adjusted to writing them. The biggest examples of this are Xander and Dimitri. I do have some issues with both their writing (but will still talk about either on cue very passionately, as the good outweighs the bad) and as I've written them more, the style I write them in has changed.

When this is a conscious decision, it's not one I make lightly. I do plenty of analyzing and research and if I come to the conclusion that I want to interpret them differently or make a change, it's for a very good reason. For Dimitri, I find the way his mental illness is handled to be very disrespectful, and triggering for me, personally. Xander's inconsistent writing has been spoken of at length, and I make sense of it in a way I can understand; I try to prioritize his trauma, anxiety, and the soft sides of his personality. His relationship with my avatar is also a factor, as it's very different from his relationship with canon Corrin. Relationships with my avatar have the capacity to change the character's timeline or behavior, as different personalities will cause them to react differently.

Bear in mind, however, that I try to stay as close to the source material as possible! And I try not to downplay what a character has done, as long as it makes sense to me. It may not be what the writer intended for that character, but it's never done out of malice.

Headcanons & Fanon

When I write, I take the source material and mold it to fit my narrative. My characters have a separate personal journey that I want them to take. Relationships I want them to explore. I want to make them, break them, and build them back up again. Of course I recognize that my works are not part of the official canon, but I create a canon of sorts for my creations. I like to think of it as a parallel timeline. Mostly the same, but with a different character, with a different personality and history, where a few things are different. I value my ability to be creative. I implement a lot of headcanons into my work, and I absolutely love exploiting holes or reimagining things where I see an opportunity.

I can't speak for now, but years ago, this was a very common thing to do in the PMD2 community. PMD2 is a little vague and does have some holes, which the community as a whole loved to explore. Not everyone's take was the same, but that was the fun of it for me! I love reading everyone else's perspectives. The FE fandom is very different and I can respect that, but this is something I have been doing since 2010 and I enjoy it immensely.

Crossovers

I don't usually post these. Mostly because they're very self-indulgent and personal and I recognize that the majority of people won't care for them. But they do exist, and I put no less work into crossover content than I do anything else. Bear in mind though, although I like sharing my work with others, I write primarily for myself. I'm a hobbyist who creates what makes me happy.

You've reached the end!

Thank you for your time! I'll close with the statement that, of course, I am a human who makes mistakes. I try my best to learn from experiences and move forward. This post will probably change over time, but it will never be my intention to call anyone out or start drama. The experiences I've detailed in this post have been few, but for my mental health and others, I really need to avoid getting into arguments about fictional characters (outside healthy debate) anymore.

#disclaimer #oc x canon #fanon #headcanon #avatar oc #crossover #interpretation #fanfiction

[transrevolutions]

Okay. Yeah. This needs to be addressed.

Some of y'all think that when I say gun control, I mean cops breaking into your house and demanding your guns. This is absolutely not what I mean, not in the slightest.

I mean more regulations on who can make guns and ammo, and who can import it. Not making it more expensive- that opens a whole other can of worms- but making it more difficult to get. I want the police to be demilitarized as well, because I sure as hell don't trust cops with guns.

But most of all I mean a denormalization of the "gun culture" that is so prevalent in so many parts of America. The whole idea that having a gun makes you "tough" or "patriotic" or "more American" needs to end. And don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about regular hunting rifles, I'm talking about semi-automatics and the like. About guns meant to be used on people. Nobody needs armor-piercing bullets to kill deer.

Guns should not be a fucking status symbol. There's no reason anyone should be bragging on social media about how many people they can murder with a weapon. There's no reason there should be more mass shootings in a year than days.

Your community and the safety of yourself and others is more important than your tough-guy fantasies. (Actually, this goes for the vaccine too. Get the fucking vaccine, please.) People are dying left and right, and it's gone too goddamn far.

#politics #us politics #gun control #second amendment #police reform #gun violence #end gun violence #yes im dipping my toe in the acid pool again #yes i am open to RESPECTFUL debate as usual #if you call me a slur youre getting blocked tho

[liquid-luck-00]

Where There Is Change

Identities

@maribat-bdbwm

First *** Previous *** Next

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Once the crashes died down, Alfred returned with a pet carrier and a smug Jason.

"Not to say this revelation isn't important, but in this moment it is not." She spoke as she stood up. "What is urgent now is to return Damian to his original state. Do you know who was the person who caused the transformation?" She looked up at Dick, because of the call she heard he may have been there when it happened.

She specifically looked at Dick, directing her question. He on the other hand opened and closed his mouth, debating on how much he could tell her.

"I don’t know who they were, but I can remember some pieces of their appearance if that helps any." He started to speak. "One was definitely a girl, ashy blonde, brown curly hair and was wearing equestrian riding clothes in browns and white. And I’m sure she had ears and a tail. The other I can’t tell if they were male or female, so they wore dark grey shorts, black stockings, and an orange crop top. Their arms were stained black to their elbows, the most unsettling purple eyes. Ears and nine tails the same orange as their hair."

"So, in other words a horse girl and a human nine tailed fox. Who turned your, our brother, into a black panther cub." She repeated aloud. It’s not that it sounded impossible, the thing is it sounded familiar. Not just vaguely, but headache inducing familiar, unfortunately in more ways than one.

---

*Flash Back*

A silvery blue portal opened and out stepped a human Trixx and Kaalki.

"When did you two leave?" Tikki flew up to greet them.

She wasn’t paying them much attention. She noticed that they changed back and all three went back to the miracle box. Yet she did not think it was important to ask them on their exploits.

*End*

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She stayed silent, lifting her hand, thumb under her chin, index on her lower lip. She was thinking. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

Trixx.

This was Trixx’s magic. Meaning that it could be reversed, but they would need to be the one to do it.

She opened her eyes. Her voice was level, but her voice held authority. "Trixx." Was all she said.

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Marinette stood so still he could have confused her for a statue. Then her eyes snapped open, her blue eyes almost glowing.

Then she spoke. Dick couldn’t believe her voice, it was eerily level, but held such authority that he stood straight. "Trixx."

A beat passed and nothing happened. Then she repeated the same word.

"Trixx." This time the smallest sliver of anger or was it disappointment lingered on the word. Although he knows she isn’t talking to him, her disappointment weighs on him.

Then an orange ball of light appeared in the center of their little circle. "I’m sorry. I didn’t think that the angry, stabby, bird vigilante was going to be your brother." It then turned around and saw him. "Oh, you are the blue bird." It flew around his head. "Oh, and this now makes a lot more sense. Did you realize that there was a peacock in this house." The mini little fox flew over to Alfred.

"Yes, I realized that Trixx." Marinette answered. "But you being distracted will not distract me."

"But it’s practically fate." The fox, Trixx, exclaimed while flying circles around Alfred’s head.

"Him not realizing you cursed Damian, is what should be considered luck."

"But birds don’t usually turn on foxes."

"Miss Marinette, how is it you have a kwamii with you?"

"Not just one." The fox piped up before Marinette could open her mouth.

"Trixx."

"Sorry I’ll go back."

"Not until you turn him back."

"But Mariiiiii." The fox pleaded. "Fine." They relented. "It isn’t permanent and will completely fade in 72…60 hours."

"Thank you."

"Miss Marinette, do you have multiple kwamii on your person?" Alfred asked her.

She panned for a moment; Dick assumed she was thinking of her response. "Robin." She pointed at Damian still in the carrier. "Nightwing." She pointed at him. "You fit as Red Hood making you Red Robin." She pointed between Jason and Tim respectively. "That would make you Batman himself." She turned to Bruce. "Am I correct Peacock?" She turned to Alfred.

"You are a ladybug." Alfred answered her, but Dick was just confused with this girl.

"I am also the Guardian, not just a ladybug." She returned.

"Okay, wait." He had had to interject. "You just assumed who we were because of a flying fox, you are calling Alfred a Peacock and he is calling you a ladybug. Respectively what does that mean."

"Was I wrong?" She asked in a deadly calm, tilting her head, the only indication of her confusion.

"You are correct, Ladybug." Alfred confirmed, causing everyone to turn to him wondering if he's lost his mind.

She nodded and then once again with resolution. "He calls me ladybug because I am the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, as he is the designated holder for the Miraculous of the Peacock."

"So how does that play into you figuring us out." Was asked by Tim seemingly awake now.

"That was made by a combination of what Trixx said, my basic knowledge of heroes outside of Paris, and my personal ability to recognize people as akumas." She shrugged.

"That's the second time you've mentioned akuma, Marinette." Her father space up. "You know more than you let on."

She chuckled at this. "Of course, I do. I am Lady Scarlet, the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, and heroine of Paris."

"Shit! She didn't need your help to be a hero B." Jason screamed.

"That alone explains so much more than you believe." Bruce sighed walking out of the room, Tim and Alfred following him, Jay following not soon after.

He would have followed, he was just out of the door, if he didn't stop when she spoke.

"Are you going to behave?" He backtracked a few steps and watched her, he leaned against the door frame, in full view.

She held up a single finger then knocked on the air. Held up two fingers then tapped her index and middle finger to her thumb. It took him a moment to recognize the ASL, but Damian picked up on it quickly.

He meowed once and she went and released in from the carrier. Who then jumped on her bed, watching her. His gaze turned to him, and he blinked slowly, before going back to watch Marinette.

Next

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[adelior]

Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 1

Special Addition: Tchnomaid

Letters: 10,718

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"I'm bored" You mumbled into your palm as you kept your gaze on the papers that were set up in front of you. "It's your fault for trespassing their area, [Name]. You should know by now how strict Dream is with the boundaries of the countries." Wilbur interpreted, his brows furrowing by the second. "They could have killed you."

"I'm sorry, I was just curious" Hearing you apologize, he softened up and groaned. Wil patted your shoulder with a somewhat forced smile before leaving the room. "Make sure to finish brewing the potions by the end of the day. For now," He looked back, nodding his head. "I'll see you around, [Name]."

"You too, Wil" Sighing, you turned to look at the blonde-haired boy who stood awkwardly in the corner. "Well uh, that went well at least!" Slamming your first, you startled Tommy as he shrieked. "I got in trouble in YOUR PLACE-"

"Yeahhhh, about that, I'm sorry!" Tommy shook you by the shoulders, a grin spreading across his face. "I'll make it up to you okay? I'll set you up on a date with Wilbur if it makes you feel any better" Your cheeks darkened, giving the kid a pathetic slap as you covered the bottom half of your face.

"It's really nothing like that. I don't.. like him.." The last part of your sentence was muttered, and as usual, the boy who knew of your feelings let out a hollering laugh. "I knew it! Who would have fucking thought that you'd fall for Wil! Out of all people!"

"LOOK-" You turned to face him, your face getting hotter and hotter the more you thought about it. "I have my reasons okay! He's a good guy, and on top of that, he's an amazing friend"

"An amazing friend you say? He's also one hell of a fucking leader that's for sure. But enough about your crush let's go out and play with Tubbo!" Dismissing him with a single wave, you gave your best sympathetic smile. "Sorry Tommy, but I have to finish brewing these potions by the end of the day. I can't afford to be disciplined by Wil again"

"Hm, whatever, fine" The boy shrugged, leaving you alone. "THIS ISN'T THE END WOMAN! You will join me and Tubbo on our conquest sooner or later!" You chuckled, smiling at his childish behavior. "Yeah, yeah, now go on and have fun"

You can hear him shout out loud, laughing as he tackled what you perceive to be Tubbo. "I never wanna leave" The sentence that slipped out of your mouth caught you off guard. Despite being an outsider to their nation, they treated you with respect and saw you as a member of their group.

Sitting back down, you continued to flip through the pages of the book. Studying the recipes and applying the specific ingredients to each bottle. "Oh shit, I ran out of spider eyes" Cursing, you stood up to walk towards the door, looking out into the hallway. "Niki!" You shouted from your office, capturing the woman's attention. "Yes, [Name]?"

"Do you know if we have any spider eyes left in the chest room? Or have we completely run out of it" She pondered for a second, answering once she finished checking her inventory. "I don't think we have any more spider eyes. I'm also not carrying any with me sadly"

"Oh, that's alright. I can just outside and kill some spiders myself" Pushing yourself forward to one of your chests, you opened it and took some resources. A bow, 10 arrows, and full iron armor apart from your golden shoes. "[Name], you don't need to go out and kill some on your own. It's dangerous at night"

"Exactly, which is why I plan to go to the Piglin market to trade some gold for a few stacks of spider eyes" Niki shook her head in denial, refusing to let you pass by. "That's even more dangerous! We're humans, we can't go inside there unless we have the King's permission. And usually, we'd have knightly escorts to go around with us"

"True, but I can slip in and slip out without being noticed" You shrugged on your hood, a robe that covered your full body apart from your face. "I can hide with this, besides if they aren't able to tell that I'm human they'll never be able to report it to the king"

"Al..right.." The short-haired girl had a troubled expression on her face, but nevertheless, let you pass. "Good luck! Please come home safely" You turned to give her a single nod, a reassuring smile that was enough to calm her down. "I promise, so don't worry about me okay?"

And so you left, walking to the basement of your home where the Nether Portal stood tall. You gulped at the mere sight of it, how mysterious yet alluring. The purple particles only making it look majestic. "beautiful.." You muttered as you slowly entered, the change of temperature really hit you hard. It was hot, humid compared to how it felt in the overworld. "Goddamn how do piglins live like this"

"Shocking, right?" A male voice erupted from the silence, causing you to stiffen. "I'm assuming you're not used to traveling to the Nether." You slowly turned around, only to be met with a man with dirty blonde hair. "Pardon?" You tilted your head, staring at his smiling mask. "Nothing, would you like me to escort you and keep you safe?"

"And what makes you think I'd trust a stranger" You questioned, earning a chuckle from the man. "You're not as dumb as you look. But don't worry you're not my type, I won't do anything."

"WH-" His hand went over your mouth in a flash, he moves fast for a person with netherite armor, and on top of that a black robe. "Keep your voice down, first rule when entering the Nether World is to never bring unnecessary attention to yourself."

"Got it" Your voice was muffled from his large hand, he stepped back before leading the way, making sure that you were tailing right behind him. "The second rule, make sure to always be with somebody. Never travel alone or you'll die in an instant without somebody keeping you safe."

"Safe? Is the Nether really dangerous for you to say that?" Observing his reaction, you realized how sharp his jawline was. You can't peak through the mask but his mouth was fully exposed. "Yes, I take it you've never looked into this dimension?"

"Well, to be fair I've only heard of the Nether. This is my first time actually setting foot into the portal" The man's mouth pulled back into a dumbfounded snarl, almost as if he was silently judging you for your actions. "Weird." Was all he said before nudging you forward. "We're here, keep your guard up. What are you here for exactly?"

"I'm here to trade gold for a few stacks of spider eyes" He sighed, pulling your hood closer to your face. "You do realize you could have killed a few spiders in the overworld without having to come here."

"Uh, not really the best in combat you see" You admitted, darting your attention to the passing piglings who stood at least 5 feet taller than the man leading the way. Their species were large and brute compared to humans, they were cool but dangerous to interact with. "What the hell were you thinking when you decided to come here without somebody to guide you."

"I honestly have no clue" You stared at the man with a blank face, earning a disappointed grunt from him. "Well, turn around Princess because we just arrived at the Mob looting store. Stay out here, I'll get the eyes for you."

"Wait a second- I feel bad you're the one who led me here and protected me-" The man that accompanied you patted your head with one of the most genuine smiles you've ever seen. Despite him being awfully mysterious, he has shown nothing but kindness all throughout your journey. "Don't worry about it. Just stay here and don't run off anywhere. It's even more dangerous inside because piglins tend to fight over items."

Fidgeting with your hands, you finally agreed. The blonde took that as an agreement and stepped into the store. You were left to stay outside, leaning against the wall that was nearest to the door. A few seconds passed, and yet you were still outside waiting. You were beginning to think that the man who you walked with abandoned you.

"Ex..c.." A piglin with long pink hair muttered, his hand reaching for you. "Excu.." You stepped aside, worried that the mob was here to harm you. The more you stared at him the more you realized he was one of them, but one that looked more human. "Is there something you need?" You questioned the man, earning a nod. "What is it?"

"Do you.. Do-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, your eyes widened in realization. You swung your right hand to open your inventory, taking out a gold bar to hand over to him. 'I heard piglins liked gold, maybe he'll leave me alone if I gave him one' Was what you thought as you urged the hybrid to take it.

He looked at you back and forth, debating whether or not he should accept it. "Take it, it's alright I have plenty of where that came from" The man in front of you hesitantly took the gold into his hands, his eyes widening when he realized how shiny and well kept the item was.

"You..-"

"Hey." The man who accompanied you shouted once he exited the shop, pulling out his netherite sword. "Back off."

"Hey wait! He didn't do anything wrong, leave him be" You pushed the blonde male back slightly, apologizing to the other person with a forced smile. "Let's just head back before we get caught!" Turning around, you tangled your fingers with his and ran away, waving the piglin goodbye.

"What are you doing." He asked, narrowing his eyes from under the mask. "You said to keep attention away from us so I am-"

"I wasn't even that loud." You turned to glare at him. "It got a lot of people's attention" The man laughed, swooping you into his arms, and began to speed up his pace. "You're a good listener." He complimented, a smile fighting to break through his irritated expression.

It took time for the two of you to finally reach the same Nether portal from before. The blonde slowly lowered you onto your feet, handing the bag of spider eyes into your chest. "Here, it's heavy so make sure to hold it with both hands."

"Thank you.." You muttered, gladly taking the bag with a smile. "Say, um.. I never caught your name?" Before the man was able to walk away, he turned to look at you one last time before telling you his name. "Clay, the name's clay."

"Clay?"

"I'll see you around." With that, he pushed you into the portal. You fell onto your back once you were transported over to the overworld, lying there with staggering breaths. "I never got to tell him my name though" But once you sat up, the Nether Portal's liquid-like wall disappeared. The particles were being sucked into the middle, and the doorway to hell was disappearing.

"What the..-"

"[NAME!]" You hear your name being called out by what sounds to be Wilbur. Turning to look over your shoulder, you see the whole group running towards you with a worrying expression. "You're back!"

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#mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #technoblade x reader

[snowywrites]

Monika x Fem!reader

summary: fluffy fic of Monika and the reader on the reader's birthday.

word count: 2.4k

As far as birthdays go, this one wasn't really anything too special. Well, maybe you're being a little too cynical. After all, last year you hadn't really gotten to spend your birthday with any friends- you'd been preoccupied with getting home to watch the newest season of your favorite anime.

This year, however, Sayori had managed to get you into the Literature Club, and it had, not to be dramatic, changed your life. For better or worse, that was yet to be seen.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Sayori asks expectantly, bright blue eyes examining you with bewilderment.

You focus back on the present, giving your friend a reassuring smile. "Yeah, sorry! Everything's great." And you aren't lying; today for the club meeting, Natsuki had brought cupcakes for everyone to share, Sayori had actually not realized what day it was and so gave you a 'birthday hug,' Yuri had given you a copy of one of her favorite horror novels as a gift, even signed by the author, and yet...

You can't help but give a very small sigh. "I just kind of miss Monika, I guess."

Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri all exchange glances in their respective chairs at one of the club tables. They then all focus on you with varying expressions: Sayori with mischief, Natsuki with exasperation, and Yuri with knowing amusement.

"What? Don't look at me like that!" You squeak defensively, feeling your face begin to heat up at what they were implying. "I only meant that it's- it's weird being at a meeting without our club president! T-That's all." Not that this could be called a meeting per se- more like a celebration between friends.

Sayori giggles at your reaction, and you hear Yuri whisper to Natsuki, "The lady doth protest too much," which elicits a snort of laughter from the pink-haired tsundere.

You groan, standing up abruptly from your seat and smoothing down your school uniform a bit, self-conscious all of a sudden. As your embarrassment dies down though, you feel a wave of affection for your fellow club members. As much as they tend to tease you about your little crush on Monika, they had made your birthday really special this year, and you were grateful. "Anyway, thank you guys again for everything! I had a lot of fun," you say earnestly, deciding it was probably time to wrap up and head home.

Sayori bounces up to join you, and you bid your farewells to Natsuki and Yuri, gathering up your things and heading out of the classroom.

Sayori glances back to make sure that Natsuki and Yuri are in fact walking away, and then she reaches out to stop you. "Uhm, Y/N...?"

You pause to look at her expectantly, unsure of why she's much less energetic now than she was a few minutes ago. "Yes?"

"I-I was actually supposed to tell you something," your best friend begins, uncharacteristically quiet. You wonder briefly why she hadn't mentioned this before... maybe she had been debating on whether or not she actually wanted to tell you whatever it is, considering how the words are practically being dragged from her at this point. "Ah, well, Monika asked me to, that is. The reason she couldn't come to the Literature Club today was because she was stuck at a meeting with the student council, but..." Sayori exhales in what could be a sigh. "She did still wanna see you for your birthday, so she hoped you could stop by there and wait for her."

You stand there in the mostly empty hall of the school, puzzled at why this news would bring such a reaction from your friend- especially when it makes you feel so fluttery inside. "Oh!" You try not to let it show, but you're fairly certain you're lighting up like a Christmas tree. "I see. Thank you for telling me, Sayori!"

As you turn to leave, you feel Sayori reach out to touch your shoulder, but she retracts her hand quickly. When you look back at her, she's her old self, giving you a big smile. "Yeah, I guess you're gonna go see her, huh? Well, I'll catch you later, Y/N!"

Before you can respond, Sayori dashes off, forgetting to wish you a happy birthday.

Well, that was weird. Then again, Sayori's been pretty off lately whenever you and Monika are involved.

The thought of the brunette is enough to make you forget all about whatever might be troubling your best friend, and you make your way through the school to the student council room with a giddy spring in your step. They must not be out yet since the halls are pretty deserted still.

You risk taking a peek through the little glass window on the door, and your hunch is confirmed. Students belonging to the council are all sitting in a circle of chairs, discussing... well, school-related business stuff. You aren't really sure what they do, exactly.

You catch sight of Monika at the head of them, naturally because she is the president, but you aren't expecting to see her with such an expression.

Usually, Monika seems to you warm, open, patient, and friendly... but here, she looks... not even bored, but more like she's utterly apathetic towards all the conversations going on around her. You've never seen her so uncaring, to the point where she seems almost irritated by the presence of everyone in the room with her.

Maybe she's having a bad day? The thought makes you a bit sad, and you find yourself wondering if she would even want to see you. Do the others in the council even realize she's so unlike herself?

As if to answer your silent question, one of the other students turns to Monika to say something, and when they do, the familiar expression you're used to your club president wearing slips back with ease onto her face. She listens attentively to whatever it is she's being told, and then she smiles and nods, commenting something you can't hear in return.

You watch the exchange, too fascinated to stop watching even if you do worry someone might notice you peeking inside for such a long minute. As soon as the student turns away from her, Monika is once again the picture of discontentment; you even notice her tapping her nails listlessly against the surface of the table they're all seated at.

The sound of the doorknob rattling causes you to leap backwards in shock, stumbling slightly over your own two feet. The meeting must be over, because someone is stepping out, and then another, and then you're hurriedly dodging out of the path of the entire student body as they file out, talking and laughing with one another as they head down the hall, eventually leaving you alone.

"Y/N?"

Looking away from their retreating figures, you face Monika and find her as she always is with you- curious emerald eyes and a friendly air about her. "Ah- hello," you greet her, trying not to sound as awkward as you feel about your... let's be honest, spying.

"I wasn't really sure that you'd show!" She exclaims, startling you with a sudden hug.

You've actually never gotten a hug from Monika, although you have a ton of hugs to compare hers to- Sayori throws herself at you pretty much daily, and hers tend to be suffocating, always too tight and lasting a bit too long.

From Monika, though? Her hug, despite making your head spin and your heart skip a beat, makes you feel so safe, secure... she's so warm and you can't help but be enamored with whatever perfume she uses.

Unfortunately, you're too stunned to return the embrace in time before Monika pulls back from you, and you could swear she has a faint blush on her cheeks. She doesn't apologize for her impromptu action, though, and you're glad for that.

"Why wouldn't I?" You ask, dumbstruck.

She studies you for a few seconds, and you get the idea that she's trying to detect if you're being serious or not. Eventually she says, "Oh, nevermind that! I am glad to see you, though. I have something I wanted to give you."

'Please refrain from saying something really stupid and cheesy like, 'the best gift you could give me is just getting to see you on my birthday,' you think to yourself. "A gift? You really didn't have to- or, I mean, you shouldn't have-! Not that I don't appreciate it, though...!" You don't typically struggle so much with your words, but you're still a little off your game after the lovely hug. It's like your mind is foggy, your tongue is twisted, and you simply can't think straight. Which isn't really new when you're around Monika, but today it's impacting you even more than normal. Maybe because you two are all alone for once, not surrounded by Sayori, Yuri, or Natsuki, or even any other students for that matter.

Monika gives a soft laugh. "I wanted to. Technically it's two somethings rather than one," she admits.

You find your mind racing as it tries to go over the potential possibilities. A book like Yuri? That would be very fitting, since you'd befriended Monika through the Literature Club.

You watch as she takes a gift box out of her bookbag, offering it to you with a sweet, "Happy birthday, Y/N."

God, you're definitely blushing. Like, fierce blushing. Either that or the school suddenly decided to turn fifty heaters on all at once. 'Geez, pull yourself together!! Act normal!' You internally berate yourself. If there had been any doubt before, it was all erased in this one instant- you were head over heels for your club president.

"Awh, thank you! It's nice of you." You accept the gift, examining it momentarily. As expected of the class star Monika, the box itself is wrapped perfectly. It's even your favorite color, with a matching ribbon tying it shut. Whether or not you're a sentimental person, you recognize that this is the sort of memento that could easily be kept for a long, long time. You glance back to your friend. "May I open it now?"

Monika nods. "Please do!"

You feel her gaze on you as you carefully untie the ribbon and open up the gift box to see what's inside.

She was right, it is more than one thing. They sort of go together though, you realize as you lift one of the presents up to admire it.

In your hand is a necklace. The chain is a light silver, and the pendant contains a pretty stone in the shape of a heart. The stone shimmers slightly as it reflects the light of the school hall.

"It's so pretty...!" You breathe.

"I'm glad, I thought it was pretty too," Monika says. She sounds calm, but when you glance at her you think she's ecstatic, but the expression is gone as soon as you blink, leaving you to wonder if it had been your imagination playing tricks on you. "It's your birthstone, did you notice?"

You hadn't noticed until she'd pointed it out, but it was indeed your birthstone. Monika is just... so very thoughtful. It's really no wonder she's so popular. "Thank you so much!!" You chirp, still somewhat surprised that she would go so far just for a birthday gift for you. You hadn't known her personally for very long, after all.

You set the necklace back down inside the box to bring out the other gift, another accessory- it's the same color as your birthstone necklace, but it actually reminds you of something else.

Yes, it's a big bow similar to Monika's own. If you were to wear it, it could even look like she and you were matching. You could just be reading too much into things, though...

"I.. love them. So much." You have an overwhelming urge to put your thoughts onto paper in order to give Monika the proper thanks that she deserves for being possibly the most generous person in existence, and because you feel like you're failing miserably at voicing just how touched you really are by these gifts. "I almost want to get you something in return...!"

Monika shakes her head in amusement. "It's your birthday, not mine." A contemplative finger rests on her chin as she adds, "Although... there is something you could do for me. If you wouldn't mind, of course."

Perplexed, you respond without giving yourself a chance to think about it. "Anything!"

You're rewarded with an affectionate smile from Monika, but it seems as though she was expecting that to be your answer.

She extends a hand for the gift box that you've already set both the bow and necklace back in, inquiring, "May I?"

Wordlessly, your intrigue piqued, you hand it back to her. She takes the bow out first, stepping closer to you.

It's not foolish of you to have been anticipating a kiss- even now you could very easily initiate one if you so chose, because of how terrifyingly close Monika is to you as she gently pulls your hair back for you, tying it back with the Y/FC bow and even brushing a stray lock of hair from your face after she does so.

While you're struggling to recover from your short-circuiting, Monika takes the necklace and places it around your neck. The brush of her fingers sends sparks of static against your skin, and you feel as if time is standing completely still, and it's just you and her in this world.

The faint click of the necklace as it clasps shut is what brings you back to reality, and all too soon Monika is stepping away from you again, still close but at a much more reasonable distance away.

She appraises your appearance and then smiles softly. "As I thought."

Is she being mysterious on purpose or does being around her just happen to kill your brain cells? "E-Eh?"

"You look lovely, Y/N."

The compliment makes you want to bury your face in your hands in the futile hopes of hiding your blush, but by now it's probably too late for that.

You stutter out your thanks, desperately trying to mend your scattered thoughts, and she once again wishes you a happy birthday, reminding you as well to bring your poetry assignment to the club meeting tomorrow.

As she's leaving, you realize you never got the chance to ask about the strange behavior she'd exhibited during the meeting with the other students.

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