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@shinebrightlikealion asked: 👫 ( comes in late with kisses 😘)
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship | accepting!
LOKE READ A LOT OF POETRY TO CANA DURING MISSIONS IN AN ATTEMPT TO WOO HER. At first, he would read and recite poems that were from rather...raunchy books, mostly to annoy her and get a reaction from her. He would succeed sometimes, however, most of the time she would laugh at him for some of the choices of poems he'd recite, and eventually, they made a game out of finding poems to compete to see who could make one blush or not, and this game was met with varying levels of success. As they grew closer and their relationship grew into a more romantic nature, the poems he chose became more purposeful with their intent and detracted from the game they would play. Even if some of the poems he'd recited were ones she didn't quite understand, the way he would say the words carried their own meaning. In return, Cana began to find poems that conveyed how sincere her feelings were for him.
CANA HAS BEEN TO LOKE'S APARTMENT ONLY ONCE. Not because his place is uncomfortable-- in fact, Loke's apartment is perhaps the most sophisticated and luxurious of all the places in Magnolia. But given his side occupation as an escort ( and also given the fact that he's a banished celestial spirit who is the leader of the Zodiac ), Loke is, understandably, a very private person, which Cana respects. Aside from Mirajane ( who has a copy of his key only in case of an emergency )and Gray ( his best friend, duh ), Cana is the only other person that Loke has invited to his space. I imagine he doesn't allow just anyone into his personal space, so for Loke to bring Cana to his apartment is an immense sign of trust. While Cana realizes the significance of this, it's a matter of preference that they prefer to migrate over to her place; mostly because it's where they inevitably end up after an outing or a mission together as partners or while as the Trio. Over the course of their relationship ( and even after it's eventually revealed that he is a spirit ) Loke leaves a few belongings over at Cana's apartment that are mostly his favorite books or trinkets he's collected during his banishment. After Loke's banishment is revoked and he's allowed to return to the spirit world, Cana still keeps the items he left behind in her apartment, in the event that he decides to retrieve the items. He has yet to come to collect them, but he does visit Cana as often as he can.
WHENEVER THEY WOULD END UP CAMPING OUTSIDE IN THE COUNTRYSIDE, LOKE WOULD ALWAYS TAKE THE OPPORTUNITY TO TEACH CANA HOW TO STARGAZE AND LEARN ABOUT THE CONSTELLATIONS. For obvious reasons, Loke has a lot of knowledge of the constellations that he happened to share by accident. He originally meant to pass it off as random trivia to woo impress Cana with, but when Cana showed a genuine interest, they would both spend the night lying outside under an open sky to gaze at the stars and trace where the constellations were located. This was Loke's way of telling Cana about himself indirectly, especially when telling the story about the zodiac constellations. Later after Loke's banishment is revoked, Cana confronts him about the stories he shared with her and whether they were true. ( Aside from hiding his identity as a celestial spirit, Loke has never lied to Cana about anything regarding himself. )
THE FIRST TIME LOKE COOKED FOR CANA WAS HIS FIRST (SUCCESSFUL) ATTEMPT AT WOOING. You would think that Cana would be hard to impress, and that's true-- but also, nope~! Loke may be able to charm women with a few words, but the first impression he gave to Cana wasn't exactly something that she would consider 'impressive'. His friendship and association with herbrotherGray sorta sabotaged his chance at properly romancing her, but in the same vein, it made their bond of trust and friendship stronger. In a way, the moment he stopped pursuing her and began treating her as her own person is when their relationship truly began to grow and change. As they began to truly know each other, he would learn that her cooking skills are...abysmal, and because he's a total foodie (and a bit of a snob, Remi can keep me honest here) he would have been appalled by the apparent lack of food kept in her fridge let alone her kitchen. The first meal he made her was because he threw a fit and wanted to give her something good to eat. It wasn't even something extravagant, but the care he took to taking care of her, making sure that she had a warm home-cooked meal? That's when Cana started to see Loke in another light.
#█ ▌ ╰ ☾ ╮ ┆ 「ask.」#█ ▌ ╰ ☾ ╮ ┆ 「asker: shinebrightlikealion.」#shinebrightlikealion#babe you are never late <3#idk how i come up with gold but boy do i sure try!!
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just right - simon "ghost" riley x reader (kinktober prompt 3: size difference)
Ghost is very much aware of his size. He stands tall in his team, taller than the average person, and with the balaclava, it seems his presence only grows scarier. Though, your gentle hands had never really done much hating, thumb brushing his cheek on rough nights, laugh on your lips when the two of you are in private. He only seems to melt into you, seemingly so small in your embrace.
He doesn't forget that he's big, though.
You catch your breath as you lay under him, dick snug inside of you as you close your eyes to breathe. He stares down at where he bulges out of you, hand gentle as to not hurt you as he brushes his thumb over the skin. You whimper at the contact, lashes fluttering as you open them slowly.
"You alright?" He breathes.
"Mhm." You nod, reaching up to where his mask's been pushed up to his nose. "You can move."
"Mm'kay." He whispers, pressing down gently on the bulge as you gasp, letting him feel himself through the thrusts, your whimpering bringing tears that he leans down to kiss away, grunting into your ear at how good you feel around him, so tight. so pretty. pretty pussy made for me.
You squirm with each praise, head turning light as your lashes flutter and beady little tears dribble down the corner of your eyes, Simon's voice rough in your ear when you warn him that you're close. He opts for biting your shoulder instead, and you cum around him with a prayer of his name, simon, simon, simon, spilling past your pretty lips as your pretty pussy grips him like a vice — whimpering as he fucks you through the orgasm.
He's just big, you whisper into his ear, gasping as he presses impossibly further into you to have his tip kiss your cervix, his own orgasm crashing on him as he burries himself inside of you, fat gloops of cum fed into you as you whisper for him to hold you. He complies, hands gentle on the back of your head as you press your ear onto his chest, heartbeat syncing with his as you close your eyes.
"Thank you, Simon." You let him cage you in and kiss you, lips sweet his as he sighs.
"Always, love."
#☾.kinktober#ghost x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#reader insert#☾.nsfw#ghost smut#nobody ask how this man ended in my list of ppl i write for
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Hellooo. Could I have scenarios of soft Adam? Anything is fine, just possible moments where he’s being soft for reader? Maybe it’s late at night or something? Or maybe it’s early in the morning and he doesn’t wanna get up? Just some prompts just so I’m not being too vague
Thank you!
I DID NOT FORGET MY ADAM PEOPLE- getting other fandom works in there teehee these are so cute tysm for ur request!! apologies if its short 💞💞 also tan/brown adam ftw!!!!! 💯💯💯
Fade into you | Adam x GN! Reader
Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!
It was a common thing to have lazy mornings with your husband. Especially if he had to do something later in the day, he would spend most of his morning cuddling up next to you while you attempt to push him off. Not that it ever worked, and he always showed up late to his events anyway.
“What’s five more minutes? Not like they will miss me.”
“Baby, they are hosting your party.”
“Ahh who needs that when I have you?” Was what he always said before sinking further into your chest.
It seemed that today was no different. You awoke to a weight on your chest and hands under your shirt. Already knowing who it is, you place a hand on your husband's hair and comb through it with your fingers. He hums, giving your sides a squeeze for a moment. You tug on it slightly, making him groan and you laugh a little.
“Is there anything on the agenda today?” You ask him, just as you do every morning. He says nothing, just humming as his hands move under you to your back. You giggle at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your soft spots, hoping Adam doesn’t take advantage of his weight on you. To your relief, he doesn’t, just fully holding you. He shifts a bit, getting comfortable between your legs before once again resting fully on you. You tug at his hair once again, a way of asking him to answer.
“No.” He gruffs, putting his face further into your neck.
“No? Are you sure? If I call Lute, she would tell me the same thing?” He smacks his teeth and bites back.
“There is no need to call danger tits. There is nothing happening today.” You pull your hands up in mock defeat.
“Sorry. You normally lie about these things.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Honey, you literally missed a meeting with Sera and Emily once because you would rather be in bed than do anything else.” You coo, combing his hair again. You feel him take a deep breath as he removes his head from your neck, now looking at you.
“Try being dead for all of humanity.” You roll your eyes and boop at his nose.
“While I may not have been dead for as long as you and Eve have old man, I am still pretty old compared to the newer saints.”
“Winners.”
“No. That is a dumb name. I will never be called or call the others winners.” You argue.
“No? Are you sure?”
“Positive.” You affirm, before feeling Adam attack your sides, tickling you. You shriek in shock before devolving into laughter. You try to escape, however it proves futile as Adam is on top of you.
“What are we called?” He asked, still tickling you. Through your peals of laughter, you shout out,
“SAINTS!” Adam mimics an incorrect buzzer sound as he starts to now get at your tickle spots faster. With the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes, your cheeks and tummy hurting, you can’t help but give in to his stupid demands. “F-Fine! We are c-called winners- STOP AH-”
He stops at your hasty white flag, a smug smirk on his face. Catching your breath, you look at your husband. His brown hair was a mess, just as it always was. His tan skin looked wonderful in the heaven light that peaked through your window. It seemed that he was also admiring you, as his smirk began to soften into a small smile, a look of utter fondness and love in his eyes. You wonder if you had a similar look on your face. Rather than ponder it any longer, you pull Adam down by his shirt for a kiss. He lets out a gasp at the suddenness of your grab before sinking into the kiss. Your hands fly to his face as his hands go down to your sides, lightly passing the tickle spots he has abused previously. You giggle a little into the kiss, before pushing his face away.
“I seriously hope you had nothing important today. You don’t have a choice now but to stay with me.”
“Babe, I would stay with you for eternity.” He says, his voice soft, the voice he reserved for you and you alone. You smile and pull him into another kiss.
loll i was going to joke that this was the one year Adam forgot the extermination.
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A SOMEWHAT BASIC F/O & S/I EMOJI ASK GAME because we all need more interactions. Anons are welcome - Specify f/o (if applicable!) Please practice inbox karma if you can ♡
Send me... 📸 for a random screenshot / picture i can gush about.
🔎 for something f/o-related in my room (or something that makes me think about them).
🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.
🩵 for a fact about s/i.
❤️ for a fact about our relationship.
💌 for a snippet of a conersation we had.
🎧 for a song that reminds me of us.
🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).
🙆 for something i can't stop thinking about.
🌘 for something i love about f/o.
🌒 for something f/o loves about me.
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Smut writing tip:
Describe everything. It's the rare instance where more is actually better. You don't have to, obviously, but if you want that added layer of imagery and to help your readers immerse themselves more effectively, then try doing this.
Sure, you can simply write that you undid his pants or shirt, but what if you describe the act itself? How inherently intimate and sensual it can be? Just undoing the buttons one by one and see them react to their skin being slowly exposed for you.
Or how he tugs at the waistband of your pants and gentle teases it, hooking a finger inside... you know what he wants and he doesn't shy away from showing it to you.
To me, this makes all the difference and can turn a good smut into a delicious one!
#ruby rambles ‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾#of course this all comes down to setting and pace and I don't always do this but I feel like when I do... the outcome is so much better 👀#sometimes I get asked why my smut is good and I think this might be a strong point? maybe? 🤔
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why do u say dyke as a bi person, weirdo lol
You're clearly not asking in good faith, so I doubt you actually care, but I'm gonna answer & link some resources anyway. You are uneducated on queer history!!
Bisexuals, particularly bi women, have identified as dykes for years. In the past the lesbian and bisexual community didn't have a huge clean cut line. Bi dykes have been a thing forever, always have been, and always will. In real life dyke spaces, they don't care if dykes are bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Bigots who hurl the slur at people do not care if you're bisexual or exclusively attracted to women. Here's an article on bisexual dykehood by Kravitz Marshall.
carrds with many resources and explanations (don't "but carrds aren't reliable" me until you've actually read through them and the sources they have): one + two + three
The artist Leanne Franson has a comic series called Liliane, Bi-Dyke along with other works that discuss being a bi dyke, which I recommend. link + link + link
You can look through the #bi history, #queer history, or #⚢ tags on my account to find posts I have reblogged about this. Here's a good one.
I identify as a dyke because it is a word that I connect with, and it accurately describes my queer attraction to women in a way other words don't. It has been used against me in the past. I do not use it as a slur, I never have & never will, it's a queer identity that I identify with bcuz it includes me and I connect with it.
Finally, here's a bunch of images (I don't have the sources + dates for them all rn, but if you ask me I will find them for you):
#this is not the best compilation of resources but I'm just responding to an ask lol#bisexual#bi history#queer history#☽☾#⚢#asks#💬
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@ask-the-monster-nest
"Excuse me~ Could I have a moment of your time?"
Kari was waving people down as she held up flyers, most of them showing a MISSING being stamped on the papers along with a picture of a brown haired man with brown eyes grinning. She made her way to the next person and held up the flyer to their face.
"Have you seen this man by any chance?" She asked, showing the picture of a certain brother of hers, smiling sweetly, "His name is Tai. And he's been missing for a while now..."
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Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️
next | miniseries masterlist | my masterlist
In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man
Content: f!reader, Part 1: fluff, pining, bit suggestive, not beta'd - Part 1 can stand on its own, you do not have to read part 2 if you only want fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
Steven Grant is something else.
Apparently, he vandalized the toilets in the Egyptian wing of the museum.
And got sacked.
Disappeared for a month.
And is now in your office, asking for his job back.
He has some nerve.
The thing of it is, you feel for him.
That is to say, you feel badly for him. You also feel other things for him. Such as attraction. Really intense attraction.
Which is not okay, seeing how he is several steps below your pay grade, begging for your mercy (ahem, professionally) and you cannot show any favoritism in hiring...or re-hiring, in this case.
"I'll get on my knees and beg, if it helps," he lets out a jovial little laugh, his dark curls rustling against his forehead.
That sentence would have sounded absolutely pathetic coming out of any other man's mouth. But Steven Grant is something else. You almost ask him to repeat himself just to hear it again.
"You see...it's just that you're the only one who's ever really been kind to me," he earnestly explains, leaning toward your desk, elbows resting on his knees.
Dark eyebrows shift back and forth - his brown eyes wide and pleading.
"And...well, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness - "
Please. Please take advantage. Ugh, your intrusive thoughts are not welcome at this meeting.
"But I'd thought you'd be most likely to listen - you see, I have a disorder - "
"Sleeping disorder, right?" You interrupt, glancing down at his file. As if you need his file. You remember every word he's ever said. One time, he inadvertently let it slip that he used an ankle restraint and that just sent you...
"Oh, that? Eh..." He chuckles nervously, straightening up and scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck.
This is the day you learn Steven is a system.
All intrusive thoughts and unprofessional desires aside, this is something you take seriously. Steven has a diagnosis now - one you cannot ignore, nor can the museum use it against him. True, the toilets have been vandalized...by his alter. Not by him.
"I'd tell you more about why it happened, but you'd think me absolutely mad," he concludes, willing to share with you about his alter, but not an ancient Egyptian deity. Not today.
"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that," you respond, your eyes shining with sincerity and compassion.
There it is - the kindness you regard others with at all times - the dignity. Everyone has a fair shot with you, everyone deserves to be listened to. Sometimes Steven wonders if you would make a better therapist than a museum supervisor. Or perhaps he simply adores talking with you. And looking at you.
"Thank you," he breathlessly utters, his eyes glowing with gratitude, "for listening to me, I mean. Not many people do...listen to me, that is."
"I don't see why not," you return warmly. "I always enjoy our conversations, Steven."
That's not all you enjoy about him.
"Thank you," he repeats, blushing.
"So...which job is it that you're interested in?"
"Oh! Well, I'll take anything you'll give me. I'll do anything, really. Just say the word and I'm all yours."
Jesus.
Is it hot in here? Are you sweating? Oh god, you're staring. Are you staring?
Clearing your throat, you attempt to move this conversation along before you spontaneously combust.
"I think we have an opening for a tour guide," you inform. "Might be a little better suited to you than gift shop clerk. And it's not under Donna's purview."
"Oh god, really?" He gasps, his shoulders straightening from their typical, cute hunch. "You'd really let me interview - for a tour guide?"
"Of course," you sweetly reply. "We just need to set up a time for you to give me a private tour and I'll see what I can do."
The affection and adoration on Steven Grant's face is something you need to see again. Especially if you can be the cause for it.
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"Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop," Steven confesses, standing with you at the entrance of the museum's Egyptian wing.
Nearly every word out of his gorgeous, kissable lips drives you to distraction.
Feeling uneasy at your silence, he barrels on, "Just don't want to talk my way out of a job, is all."
"No, of course you won't. Please, go ahead."
So he does.
He talks and talks and talks about everything you pass by. And not just the major displays, but the tiniest bits of pottery, cracked and nearly forgotten. But not by him. His brown eyes glow with intrigue, his hands gesture animatedly.
He knows everything there is to know, even going so far as to point out that one of the name plates underneath one of the smallest, dullest, frankly most insignificant display items - is incorrect.
How has this man been stuck at the gift shop counter with Donna condescending to him daily?
He's actually managed to distract you from your desires - from your silly crush - and really impress you, professionally.
"Have I done it, then?" He sheepishly questions, pressing his palms together as if supplicating, then pulling them close to his chest. "Have I gone on too long?"
"No," you breathe, with heartfelt conviction. "It was amazing. You're amazing."
His eyebrows shoot up as he pushes up on his toes eagerly. "Wow, really?"
"Yes," you nod fervently, grinning at him. "You're hired. Congratulations, Steven."
Squeezing his hands into cute fists, he nearly shakes with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" And then, as if all his puppy energy bursts out of him, he pulls you into a quick, but strong embrace. The heat of his body electrifies you utterly.
"Oh, god, sorry. That wasn’t professional at all, was it? No. Please don't tell my boss," he laughs, attempting to joke his way out of his blunder.
You're reeling. Where others see an info-dumping nerd, you see a man so eager to please. And so handsome. And smart. How is he single?
"D-don't worry about it," you finally stammer, realizing he's withdrawn his fidgeting fingers to his chest. "No harm done."
"Sorry, I just get...passionate. I mean..." He gestures around him, his eyes sweeping over the ancient relics he knows so well - though his eyes ultimately land on you. "It's all so bloodly amazing, innit?"
"Yes," you laugh, although not mockingly. "I agree, it is. And I think this display is best left in your hands, I really do."
Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."
Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."
The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.
Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you."
You could think of a few ways.
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All my fluffy babes feel free to stop here and don't kill me for taking this suggestive prompt and making it fluffy! My NSFW fans, continue on to part 2 ->
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#moon knight ☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚#steven grant#steven grant x reader#moon knight#mcu#Steven Grant x you#ivy replies#asks#inbox#lovely moots ⋱♡#Oscar Isaac fic#moon boys#moon knight fanfiction#steven grant x f!reader
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🦇 Fangs's Vampire Yan Ask Game! 🦇
🕷Spider: Do you wish you could control your darling? How would you control them?
🕸Web: How do you keep an eye on your darling?
🦇Bat: What's your favorite way your darling gets your attention?
🐁Rat: Do you ever toy with your darling to see if they'll do things or how they'll react? How?
🍷Wine: What's the furthest thing you'd do for your darling?
🌕Full Moon: Are there things that make you obsess over your darling more than usual?
🕯Candle: Use this as a ramble space about your darling!
⚰️Coffin: Do you get jealous over your darling? What do you do about it?
🪦Graveyard: What are you and your darling's love languages?
👻Ghost: Ask your own question!
#bite me 🦇#⊰∙∘☽🎸☾∘∙⊱#actually obsessive#obsessioncore#obsessive love#yancore#yanblr#obslove#actually bpd#bpd favorite person#bpd yandere#bpd obsession#yan posting#ask game
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For Jude, who are some of your favorite people on Tumblr? What do you think of the fiction kin aspect? Where are you from? What is your most favorite series? What's something everyone might not know about you?
Lots of questions! Let's get into it then~
☆ some of [ but not all ] my favorite people are: @doublejango / @cruelprincae / @flamesignite / @a-hell-of-a-time / @toranoya / @blitzbuckz / @blitzisms / @bliitzo / @aroyaltailor / @chasingrainbcws / @cxdemusings / @poisonedspider / @redemonarc / @gynaiko / @wintersovereign / @umbravirtus / @travelers-of-the-multiverse / @rradiio / @shattered-divinity / @hazbinned / @holyfurnace / @strikers-saloon / @stolsas / @infxnatum / AND SO MANY MORE FUCK !! I can't just pick a few.
☆ I don't really have any specific thoughts on the fiction kin aspect? Am I supposed to? I mean — like I read up on it, and it makes sense. I don't really have an opinion, though. I think it's neat to have the feeling / connection put into words!
☆ I am from the U.S.
☆ My favorite series is, as far as anime/manga goes, Hellsing! For movies, I enjoy the SCREAM franchise as well as Alien! For book series, I would have to say A Darker Shade of Magic, by V.E. Schwab.
☆ Something everyone might not know about me? Uhhh — this is hard. I don't know. . . I've had a poem published in an Anthology before? [ I despise the poem now, but in my defense, I wrote it when I was 15 ].
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class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader
In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.
What.
He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom — a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.
He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby
It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father — 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.
So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.
"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"
"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.
"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."
"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."
"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.
"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"
"Heard he already told his students."
"Crazy."
#i had to do mental prep to put the x reader tag for this one#☾.professor ghost#☾.blurbs#simon riley x reader#send an ask in if you wanna see the fake rmp i made for this. im not elaborating but I will show you#me casually dropping fic lore or smth#OH oh oh i forgot to mention. i read a blurb abt ghoap and prof soap by ghcstao3 abt johnny taking a day off for simon's bday n here we r
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Adam hcs but the third time IS the charm
The moment his girlfriend heard about what happened to his past wives she vowed that she'll be the best lover for him, and she delivered
Please, give this man a happy ending because I need to see him happy
JSD;GDZF i wanted to do this sooo badly when i was writing the harlot reader HC's AND NOW I CAN RAHHHH fr tho the amount of soft adam ask are seriously making me giggle and spin around my room plz keep sending them. If you haven't read it, ask is referecing this post
You and only you | Adam x Fem!Reader
Relationship: Romantic Warnings: NONE ADAM JUST ADAM AND HIS LOVELY GF (you)
You didn’t know why Adam was so clingy. From the moment you woke up, Adam was around you.
Not that you didn’t enjoy his attention, you relished it. However, he was ever clingy, and hovering over you. It was beginning to get overstimulating for you.
It took you to the point of almost snapping and asking him what his deal was. Instead, you took a second to calm down and talk to him. It didn’t take long for you to get your answer.
“Adam, please. I just need a moment.” You say, rubbing your temple with a hand as you push your boyfriend off of you with the other. He whines and pouts as he moves across the room, no longer near you. It took you a bit to realize that he was in the corner, only realizing it when you heard a sniffle. You look at him, concerned. “Baby? What’s wrong?”
You make your way to your boyfriend and bend down to the floor. You try to peek at his face, but he turns away. You notice that he used his hand to wipe something on his face and put your hand on him to comfort him. He doesn’t say anything, as he begins to cry a little more audibly now. Alarmed, you touch his face and turn him to look at you. Now facing you, you see that he has tears running down his face, his nose runny and red. Wiping away his tears, you look him over.
“Babycakes? What happened?” You coo, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He avoids your gaze, finding the floor interesting as you pull his face in closer, trying to get an answer. With a huff, possibly out of embarrassment, he answered.
“I just felt…similar to how I felt before Eve ended things.” You looked at him stunned. While you had been dating for a few years, you both never inquired about your past relationships. You and your ex-husband ended things healthily, willing to say hello as you passed one another. Adam knew that there was nothing between the both of you. You never had to explain to him in detail what happened, just that your marriage from when you were alive was no more. On the other hand, you knew nothing of Adam’s relationship with Eve or even Lilith. You obviously never met Lilith, only hearing about her from word of mouth, but Eve was nowhere to be seen. All you know about his relationship with her is that she was the one who initiated the divorce. “'m just scared you’re going to leave too.”
You pull him in for a tight hug, shocking him. He takes a moment before hugging you in return. You both hold each other for a while before he breaks it. Sniffling, he rubs his nose and looks at you, the soft smile that was reserved for you on his face. You give him one in turn and hold one of his hands.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He does, he tells you about his relationship with Lilith. How in the beginning, he wasn’t the massive dick he was (to which you think at least he is self-aware) and loved Lilith. Both of them were headstrong, yet they loved one another, or at least he thought they did. When it was revealed to Adam that Lilith had gone behind his back and formed a relationship with an Angel, causing them both to fall, he was heartbroken.
It took the angels promising him a new wife to even get slightly better. But by the time Eve was born, Adam wasn’t the same person and didn’t treat Eve as he ought to. Not that he abused her, but he wasn’t the nicest to her. When she proposed the divorce, it still hurt him. He knew that the relationship was on its downfall, but he didn’t think it was to the point of no return
He confides in you about his insecurities, and how he believes that he is the reason for his past relationships' downfall. How no matter how much of a dick he was, he didn’t want to risk losing you.
You spent the whole evening holding him as he bore the very essence of his being to you. Becoming the man he once was, before he died, before Eve, and before Lilith. He cried like a baby that he never was, and you were there to soothe him.
That night, as you both held each other in your arms, you couldn’t help but make one wish to heaven and the stars. A wish that you didn’t think the heavens could support alone. You wished for the help of comforting Adam, restoring his broken confidence in love.
From that day on, you vowed to be the very best lover that Adam ever had.
You figured out that his love languages were words of affirmation and physical touch, so you set out to do small things for him. Giving him small gifts, kissing his cheek when he wasn’t expecting it, and complimenting his body.
You encouraged him to have more conversations about what was bothering him, giving him the space to open his chest whole for you to glimpse into his essence.
Eventually, he began to return your actions by complimenting your love languages. He was even less of a dick, which allowed some of the saints to actually hold a conversation with him.
Through your love and work, he was slowly becoming a better version of himself.
You fixed your outfit and hair through the mirror. Both you and Adam had gotten into the routine of having date nights, some in your shared home, others out at a nice restaurant. Tonight was a night that Adam had planned all on his own, just telling you to get ready. You were done getting ready, now waiting for your boyfriend.
“Adam!” You yelled to him, who you assumed was in your bedroom. “Are you sure we are going to make it?”
“Relax sugar tits,” He says, entering the living room. He was dressed similarly to you, wearing a maroon color that matched your outfit. Long gone was his mask, now showing his handsome face, his scruff trimmed and his hair slicked back. He had a thin jacket for you and his regular leather jacket draped over his arms as he walked up to you. Kissing you on the head, he looked at you through the mirror as you looked over yourself once more. “We will get there. Reservation isn’t for another 45 minutes.”
You turned to look at your boyfriend, taking in his features. You brushed off some imaginary dirt off his shoulder as you placed your arms over his shoulders. Resting your forehead on his, you let out a breath.
“Sorry. I just…don’t want to be late. This the nicest restaurant in heaven, and I don’t want our evening to be ruined because our table was given away.” You say, closing your eyes. You feel Adam move his head as he kisses for forehead once more and lifts your head to look at him.
“Don’t worry about it. Even if our table is given away, we can always have a lazy night in.” He puts his hand on your cheek, a touch you lean into. You both stare at one another before you lean in for a kiss. Adam smiles into the kiss and puts his other hand on your waist, pulling you in. You hum and try to stop the kiss. Reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss, his lips now red and glossy from your lip stain. “Or…we could fuck the restaurant and just do each other.”
Wiggling his eyebrows, you laugh and hit his shoulder.
“No. You planned tonight, and I don’t want to miss it.” He shrugs and backs away a bit, no longer pressed up against you. Grabbing your hand, he begins to lead you out of your home. You talk with one another as you leave, you unaware of the box in his back pocket, inside a ring of your favorite gem with an engraving on the band.
‘You and only you’
also so sorry ig he is OOC 😭😭😭 everytime i write him, he strays further from canon LOLOLOL
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Okay, let’s say someone wanted to ask you out, what would you say?
-☀️/Sunny
Max: *smirks* Depends who's asking, doesn't it sweet cheeks?
Steph: *groaning at Max* Uh yeah, I guess that'd be cool, as long they're not an ass like most of the guys in this town.
Grace: Like...on a date? I suppose... if there's no handholding.
*thinks for a moment, gasps* Or worse!
Pete: *voice squeaky* A... *gulps* a d-daTE? Oh, I...I don't know...I don't think anyone would- I mean...me?
Ruth: *squeals excitedly* DID SOMEONE SAY THEY WANTED TO DATE ME? DID THEY? WHO? WHERE? WHERE ARE THEY RIGHT. NOW. TELL MEEEEE
Richie: *stars sweating uncontrollably, hides his sweaty palms under his armpits* u-uh...a...a date...a date? ohhh geez...uh...I...I mean...I'd like to b-but....I... *wheezes, scrambles for his inhaler*
// i CAN'T they're so freakin cute eeee i loved this ask btw!! you're so sweet to our darlings, sunny <3 //
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Hozier is Irish
Astarion's writer is Irish
Coincidence? I think not
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we’ve all seen the cute scenarios of chrollo nursing his darling back to health if she’s ill, but do you think Chrollo could ever succumb to a little flu? apparently the general consensus is that he has a really good immune system so he doesn’t get sick much, but wouldn’t it be cute for a darling to feel his head and feed him soup☹️
more chrollo !!! thank you nonnie >< it is indeed cute to see his lover taking care of him too !!
I can definitely see it being very rare for Chrollo to get sick, especially after growing up in Meteor City where it’s the survival of the fittest there so he often falls as the one who takes care of his significant other. But he’s a human after all, so when Chrollo does get sick he tries to brush it off as mere exhaustion on the first day to not worry you.
Though, by the second day of sickness, his whole body is extremely heavy, he feels like he’s glued to the mattress, not to mention how warm his skin feels paired with chesty coughs here, and there. Of course, you’re there at the first sign of his symptoms—one feel at his warm forehead, and you’re already chopping up ingredients to make him a comfort soup.
Chrollo is the type to be nonchalant about things, and that includes him being sick as well. So at first, when you offer to feed him in bed with the soup you made, he’s stubborn, and meekly refuses the spoonful of soup. To top it off, he says he’s ‘not sick’ but clearly his words contradict his current state. Eventually, Chrollo caves in, and lets you spoon feed him (after bickering back, and forth), and he thinks to himself that being taken care of isn’t too bad. He’s always so set on taking care of you that sometimes he doesn’t let himself be taken care of, and when he finally stops to let that happen, it shocks Chrollo as to how much he actually enjoys it.
After he makes this discovery, Chrollo allows you to nurse him ‘til he gets better like he usually does with you—whether it be feeding him, applying a cold towel to his forehead or simply reading one of his favourite antique novels to him, Chrollo accepts them with open arms. I also feel like he’s the type to become a bit clingy when he’s sick; he’ll also wear his heart of his sleeve more, albeit, not by choice. Chrollo would want you to stay by his side ‘til he gets better which usually ends up with you spending almost the whole day in bed with him, his arms never leaving your figure.
Or, if you manage to escape from his arms, and ignore his stubborn pleas, Chrollo will make sure to follow you around the house, even if it meant sacrificing a little energy just to be with you. In the kitchen? He’s behind you with arms wrapped around your waist. In the living room? He’ll lay his head on your lap while you watch TV, maybe he’d even ask you to stroke his hair while he falls asleep to the sound of the show you’re watching. At the end of the day, he’s just a man needing extra love, and attention from his lover despite not openly admitting it. ><
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