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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You've pushed yourself a little too far when feeling sick at school and Wanda won't stand for it.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Age regression, sick fic, mentions of medicine and having to take it, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: I'm sick, so here have a sick fic

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

You barely make it to your seat, sinking into the chair as quietly as possible while the chatter of your classmates fills the lecture hall. Their voices feel too loud, and the room feels impossibly warm despite the fever patch hidden beneath your beanie, and even though you took medicine earlier, it’s barely making a dent now.

Professor Maximoff notices immediately.

Her sharp green eyes sweep over the class as she prepares to start, but they linger on you just a moment longer than necessary. As the students settle down, she steps closer to your desk, lowering her voice so only you can hear.

"You're not feeling well," she states rather than asks.

You sit up straighter, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Professor. Just tired. I took medicine, and I’ve got a fever patch under my beanie. It’s nothing, really."

Wanda’s lips press into a thin line, unconvinced, but she knows how stubborn you can be—especially when it comes to school.

Developmental Psychology is your last class of the day, and she understands how brutal the coursework is, not just from her own class but from the other professors as well.

After a pause, she sighs. "Alright," she concedes. "But if it gets worse, let me know."

You nod, relieved that she’s letting you stay. She gives you one last look before turning to begin the lecture.

Halfway through, however, Wanda’s concern grows.

You’re struggling to keep up, blinking slowly at the board, your posture slumping more and more as time drags on. Your face is becoming more flushed, your breathing shallow, and you’re practically nodding off in your seat.

That’s enough.

She sets down her marker and claps her hands once. "Alright, everyone, let's take a ten-minute break."

There’s a collective sigh of relief as students stretch, pull out their phones, or head for the door. As Wanda steps out of the room, your phone vibrates in your lap.

Mama 🧸: I'm going to come back into class in a rush, say something came up, and end for the evening. Meet me at my car, okay?

You stare at the message, eyes bleary, but manage to type a simple:

You: Okay.

A few minutes later, just as promised, Wanda rushes back in, looking convincingly flustered.

"Class, I’m so sorry—something urgent just came up. We’re ending for the evening. Check the portal for notes and assignments. I’ll see you all next time."

There’s a mix of murmurs—some students thrilled at the early dismissal, others confused—but they all start packing up. You move slower than usual, dizzier than before, but you make your way out the door.

The evening air is cool against your overheated skin as you spot Wanda waiting beside her car, her arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face.

"You’re too stubborn for your own good," she mutters as you approach. Before you can protest, she opens the passenger door. "Get in. I’m taking you home."

You don’t argue. You’re too exhausted, too.

And as soon as you’re settled in the seat, Wanda sighs again, softer this time. "Next time, just tell me when you’re sick, Malyshka. I’d rather help you than watch you push yourself like this."

You hum in response, eyelids already drooping.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

The warmth surrounding you is comforting, familiar in a way that makes your mind slip before you even realize it’s happening. You blink groggily, feeling weightless, and it takes a moment for you to register why—strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you securely against a firm chest.

Your head lolls slightly, and a soft hum vibrates beneath your cheek. "There you are, my sleepy munchkin," Wanda murmurs. Her voice is low, soothing, the kind of tone she only ever uses when it’s just the two of you.

Your fingers twitch, instinctively seeking something to grasp, and without hesitation, she adjusts her hold so you can curl into her more. "Mama…" you whisper, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

She shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your hair as she carries you to the front door of her house. "Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just rest."

You let out a soft whimper, your body too achy and feverish to fight the little space creeping in, especially with how safe she makes you feel. "Didn’ mean to be little," you mumble, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Wanda chuckles, shifting you slightly as she unlocks the door. "I know, baby. But you don’t have to be big with me right now. You’re sick, and Mama’s going to take care of you."

A tiny, tired pout forms on your lips. "Didn’t wanna be a ‘burrden…”

She tuts softly, carrying you straight to the couch and sitting down with you still cradled in her lap. "Never a burden, my love. You’re my Malyshka, no matter what."

The reassurance makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fever. Your small hands clutch at her button up as you burrow into her warmth, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. "Love Mama…" you whisper, voice slurred with exhaustion.

The warmth of Wanda's embrace lulls you into a half-dazed state, but you're still aware enough to feel her shift beneath you. Her gentle touch never falters as she rubs your back, her voice soft as she murmurs, "Let's get you cleaned up and comfy, sweetheart. You’ll feel much better after a nice cool bath."

You whimper softly, curling tighter against her. "No wanna move…"

She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know, baby, but Mama will help. You don't have to do anything, just let me take care of you, okay?”

With slow, steady movements, she carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid as she kneels in front of you. Her fingers are delicate as she peels away your beanie, revealing the fever patch still clinging to your forehead. She hums in approval. "You did so good taking care of yourself today, my love. But now it’s my turn."

She helps you out of your clothes, guiding you carefully into the warm, soothing bath she’s already drawn. The heat immediately eases some of the aches in your body, and a sleepy sigh escapes you as she begins washing your hair, her fingers massaging your scalp in slow, comforting motions.

"Such a good little munchkin," she praises, tilting your head back just enough to rinse the suds away without getting any in your eyes. "Mama's so proud of you."

You hum at the words, your mind fully slipping into little space under her tender care. By the time she’s rinsing off the last of the bubbles, your limbs are loose and pliant, letting her wrap you in a soft towel and carry you back into the bedroom.

"Look what I got for you," she coos, holding up a pair of adorable Bluey pajamas. Your eyes light up at the sight, and she chuckles at your tiny, excited wiggle. "I knew you'd like these, baby.”

She dresses you with ease, guiding your little arms and legs through the soft fabric before pulling the sleeves down and smoothing them over your skin. Once you're dressed, she settles you onto the bed and disappears for a moment, only to return with a small plastic bottle in her hand.

Your nose scrunches up at the sight. "Noooooo," you whine, trying to turn your head away.

Wanda tuts, sitting beside you with a knowing smirk. "Oh, don't give me that look, munchkin. You need your medicine so you can feel all better."

You shake your head, pressing your lips together in a pout. "Tastes yucky.”

Her sea glass eyes soften, and she shifts closer, cupping your cheek as she gently strokes her thumb along your warm skin. "I know, munchkin, but Mama's got something to make it better."

With her free hand, she holds up a sippy cup, the one she always keeps just for you. Your favorite juice sloshes inside, the sight making your pout waver.

"Take your medicine for Mama, and you can have your sippy, okay?" she coaxes.

You hesitate, but when she brings the little plastic cup of grape-flavored liquid to your lips, you wrinkle your nose and take it anyway, swallowing quickly with a dramatic shudder.

"Bleh!”

Wanda chuckles, immediately pressing your sippy cup into your hands. "Such a brave baby," she praises, watching as you eagerly take a few gulps of the sweet juice to wash away the taste.

Once you’re settled, she reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing your favorite stuffie—your beloved, well-worn plush that she always makes sure is close by. "Here, my love," she murmurs, tucking it into your arms.

You cling to it, already feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you back down. Wanda leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before lying beside you, pulling you into her embrace. Her fingers stroke lazily up and down your back, her presence grounding and warm.

"Sleep, munchkin," she whispers, her voice the last thing you hear as your eyes flutter shut. "Mama’s right here.”

And with that, you let yourself drift off, safe and loved in her arms.

[he4rted]

NEVER ENOUGH.

you feel like your not enough for your boyfriend since, he keeps staring at other girls, you even think he’s in love with his high school crush even though she’s with his best friend. for him he thinks everything is perfect, when he zones out a girl just goes to where he’s staring, he calls her pretty for Tanaka since his words get jumbled up (ex. “Tanaka said you look pretty”). A few weeks later you break up with him and now, he’s trying to get you back.

genre: romance, x reader, angst, fluff, college

warnings: lovers to exes to lovers,

a/n: hey guys welcome to my makeup tutorial

status: on hold (I don’t feel sad enough for this yet)

taglist: open @3lectraheart @getvaccinated @kuroaka @choerry-picking @spiderlily-w1tch-blog @4rmins @hwanghyunjinismybae @integers

yn playlist | nishinoya playlist | main playlist

featuring

dti vips | noya support group

CHATROOM 1.

MESSAGE 1. MAYBE WE SHOULD BREAK UP ✎

MESSAGE 2. GET HER BACK

MESSAGE 3. I’M NOT ENOUGH

MESSAGE 4. TEXT BACK WHEN YOU CAN

MESSAGE 5. AM I PATHETIC

MESSAGE 6. PLAY LET ME GO BY DANIEL CEASAR

MESSAGE 7. WILL YOU LOVE ME AGAIN

MESSAGE 8. HEAR ME OUT

MESSAGE 9. I’M SORRY

MESSAGE 10. I STILL LOVE YOU

CHATROOM 2.

MESSAGE 11. PITY PARTY FOR 1

TBA!

EXTRA

yn moodboard | nishinoya moodboard

yn style board | nishinoya style board

[dustymatcha]

in the quiet parts | k. akaashi

a keiji akaashi x reader blended smau series ✿

𖦹 SYNOPSIS: keiji akaashi, the “tortured” journalism major, determined to start his final early under a simple alias. y/n l/n , lead vocalist in her underground, indie band , under similar circumstances. love blooms in all of the quiet places they never realized.

𖦹 WARNINGS/GENRE: hella fluff , coffee shop meets band meets college au. modern au. juve’s magical hq timeskip , tons of miscommunication , mentions of anxiety , nsfw content (mdni with nsfw chaps.) , kys/kms jokes , cursing !

𖦹 TAGLIST: open to everyone! send an ask or message to be added ! [3/50]

SPECIFIC WARNINGS WILL BE ISSUED AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER !

✎ᝰ. indicates a written chapter.

⚠︎ indicates nsfw content in a chapter.

| playlist | pinterest board |

⤿ rizzless in tokyo | annabelle tour live

. ch1 : the intro track

. ch2 : lowercase soft launch ✎ᝰ

. ch3 : loaded lyrics

. ch4 : fan twt ✎ᝰ

. ch5 : takumi daddychan

. ch6 : delusions and d chords

. ch7 : remember my name

. ch8 : signed k, takumi. ✎ᝰ

. ch9 : sexy spotted in the wild

. ch10 : sign my tits ✎ᝰ

. ch11 : ctrl + z my feelings

. ch12 : unposted drafts ⚠︎

. ch13 : found in translation

. ch14 : theshaderoom ✎ᝰ

. ch15 : post-love letters

© dustymatcha – All Rights Reserved.

Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt this work without permission.

[im-always-winning]

Things I’ve manifested

In the past 3 years.

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~Appearance~

✎ᝰ. Healthy, long hair. I had such damaged, brittle and frizzy hair that it was insane. I had so many split ends too. My hair was so bad, it was stringy and weak. if I even slightly pulled on the ends while it was wet, it’d break off without any resistance. Now my hair is so shiny, glossy, strong and healthy.

✎ᝰ. Bright blonde hair. I had made a Pinterest board about how I wanted brighter blonde hair since I had dark, dirty blonde hair. Literally one random night, I walk into the bathroom and when I looked into the mirror, my hair was so much more lighter that it actually caught me off guard.

✎ᝰ. long nails. In the past I had such brittle and weak nails since I used to bite them when I was growing up. Even after stopping my nail biting habit, they were still so weak and prone to chipping. Now they’re soo healthy, long and strong. I even manifested perfect shaped nail beds.

✎ᝰ. Snake bites + Nose ring. Ever since I was a young teenager in the early/late 2010’s, I always wanted snake bites but I never really thought about it. After I got into manifesting, on my birthday 2 years ago, I got snake bites and a nose ring.

✎ᝰ. No acne. For years I had such bad cystic acne. Nothing I ever did, worked. even things prescribed by dermatologists I went to. It got to the point that even moisturizer gave me a chemical burn. I had tried not expensive, expensive, strong, gentle, anything and nothing worked. One day, I got fed up and told myself “this will go away.” And it did. Now I just use 2 things and that’s it. My skins clear and glowing. I barely even have any hyperpigmentation.

✎ᝰ. More sharper features. Kind of self explanatory. I wanted features similar to a models and I got it. I literally look nothing like I did in like 2019-2020.

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~Lifestyle~

✎ᝰ. More traveling. Literally in the past I barely ever left the block that my house was on. Yeah I’d occasionally travel but that was like months to years inbetween each time. Now I travel once a week/once every other week.

✎ᝰ. Job opportunities. Kind of self explanatory as well. I have a few jobs that have messaged me for interviews and some that want to interview me for potential apprenticeships.

✎ᝰ. More friends. I only had like 2 friends at one point in my life and I felt lonely. Now I’ve been making new friends. Now I have 7 friends and there’s more to come.

✎ᝰ. Better mental health. Now, I didn’t just manifest all my problems away, I manifested the key parts to get better, to be healthier. Now my brain fog is gone, my OCD only flairs up mildly every once in a while, and I only get anxiety attacks rarely. It took a lot of hard work to do it.

✎ᝰ. Healthier lifestyle. I lived a very unhealthy life in the past. I only drank soda and I drank like half a cup of water every day, I ate like crap and my hygiene was not the best. Now, I drink lots of water, workout for an hour everyday, I eat a lot less but more fulfilling and healthy meals, I wake up early and I sleep 8 hours a night, I take lots of showers, I brush my teeth 3 times a day, all of that.

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~Etc~

✎ᝰ. New car. Yes! I got a truck!

✎ᝰ. New bag. I got this pastel bag that’s covered in stars and has enough space for my work laptop. I love it.

✎ᝰ. New Apple Watch. This was fairly recent. My old Apple Watch stopped working and a day after, my sister asked me to go on a road trip with her and she suddenly surprised me with an Apple Watch.

✎ᝰ. New IPhone. My old phone was dying really fast and it was apparently really dangerous since it’d emit higher levels of radiation than most phones, to the point some places didn’t sell it. During Christmas, my dad hands me a small wrapped box and when I opened it, it was a new IPhone.

✎ᝰ. Books. There where some books I had really wanted but I had no way to afford them. 2 days later, all of a sudden my siblings decided we should go to a casino and I won over 150$ and I spent it on the books I wanted.

✎ᝰ. Crystals. I wanted an amethyst cluster like really badly because erm, it’s pretty? And I collect crystals. Well, I go to a market and someone was selling crystals and I got an amethyst cluster for like 15$??

✎ᝰ. Stuffed animals. I wanted this stuffed stag beetle plushie that I had once seen in the store but I couldn’t afford it. I’m an aspiring entomologist so I was in love with it! For my birthday, my friend and I walk into the store and there it was for half off, and I had the exact amount for it.

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Sometimes the things you want come sooner than others and sometimes some things take years, lack of patience is the cause of most problems. It will come. Seriously, you asked for it, so you’ll get it. Why are you driving yourself insane over it? It’s like telling your waitress your order and she walks off to go put it in to the chefs. It takes time for the food to come out, but you’ll be getting it none the less.

Sometimes the silence and downtime is important too, makes us more grateful for what we have. and in the search of what’s absent, we begin to see that sometimes we already have what we want.

[ask-smokescreen]

✎. What are you writing your messages on, one of those dollar store peely-plastic draw boards?

[dreamyreveriie]

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➤ ❝ hi there, love! having trouble navigating around cassie's cafe? well, take a look at this barista board to see your problem is solved! ❞ ➤ ❝ if there's anything specifc you'd like to see in this guide that you think would be helpful, please let me know!! ❞

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﹟002 — TERMS

→ as you already know, this is a cafe themed blog! so i'll have terms to make it more cafe-like. for example, in all my fics, you'll find the 'ingredients' at the top of the post. they're basically just warning of what's in the meal / fic. you can find the list of meanings below! meal — fics orders — requests / asks fluffy whipped cream — fluff lowercase alphabet soup — meaning that the fic will purposely only have lowercase letters course meal — meaning that the meal is a series!

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[j4keluver]

is it okay for me to say i love you?

↷boyfriend! jake • reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ pure fluff for my readers who love some soft moments <3 i’ve been gone for so long since college has kicked my ASS😭 but i’m slowly coming back

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

jake sim never overthought his charm or his flirty ways with girls. he was a natural with women while his best friend, on the other hand, park sunghoon, couldn’t even make eye contact with a girl. sunghoon was busy blasting music in his airpods that were higher than the recommended volume and jake was busy chatting it up with his girl who’s a “friend” ("you don’t just casually make out with someone you call a friend” hoon) that was before he started dating you.

jake had taken a notice in you way before you even glanced his way. park sunghoon had dragged him to the baskeball game since their friend, heeseung, was playing. jake wasn’t a big fan of overcrowded place, more or so, a place that was filled with sweaty teens, painted in bright colors.

but there you were. 

you were part of the cheerleading team. jake mostly avoided the cheerleading team like the plague since they mostly kept to their “own people” and the jocks and only cared about shaking their pompoms obnoxiously in the air but you were different in his eyes.

your radient smile and positive aura caught his eye from the get go. he knew he was attracted to you but he gave up any chance to talk to you, seeing you give the basketball team side hugs and disappearing in the midst to their celebratory dinner.

the next time he saw you, you were putting up new posters for the bulletin board, a job that was the responsibility of the student council club. “a cheerleader and on student council?” he was standing at his locker, admiring you. as you placed a tact on the poster, the rest of the papers had managed to slip out of your grasp. you curse to yourself, trying to hurrily grab them.

without a second thought, jake jumped in to save the day, thinking this would be the only chance to talk to you. but that in fact, was not the last time you guys had talked.

you guys have now been dating for 4 months and park sunghoon is sick and tired of the both of you. correction; jake.

he was happy that jake had found somebody while he struggles to muster up the courage to look in his crushes eyes for more than three seconds (“you know she’s not medusa right? she wont turn you to stone if you look to her too long? “ jake), but he couldn’t take jake’s relationship “problems.” hoon was not fit to be a relationship therapist when he needed to seek an actual therapist.

“do you think it’s too early to say i love you?” jake ask and hoon groans, over exaggerating his actions and bumping his head against the locker.

“jake, you’ve been dating for four months. if you feel like it’s the right time to say i love you, say it. if not, don’t say it. logic,” hoon answers.

“hoon you’re my best friend for a reason. you’re supposed to give me advice cause you know i can’t decide for myself.” jake whines. hoon just shakes his head and walks to his next class, leaving a frustrated jake trailing behind him.

the next date you have, you are cuddling at jake’s dorm , watching a rom com on the TV. your head is on his chest while his arm is around your waist.

“hey y/n” you hum a response of “hmm” but before jake could continue what he was going to say, your phone buzzes.

glancing over the message, your eyes widen before you jump out of you seat and quickly hurrying to the door. flustered, jake follows behind you, questioning your sudden movements before you messily explain your best friends break up story. “i will be back, i just have to pick her up from that jerks house”

you quickly slip your shoes on. you cup jake’s face and give him a chaste kiss before muttering an “i love you” and running out the door.

did he hear you right? did you just say i love you to him? jake is dumbstruck in place with a lovestruck smile on his face. looks like he had nothing to worry about. (“fucking finally. this is why i like y/n more than you, she’s USES LOGIC” hoon)

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[findyourrp]

Hi, I’m Storm! 25+ and she/her. Here’s what I’m looking for: 

21+ partners as NSFW will be involved

Literate/novella writing 

Women writers (I’m not comfortable with men)

M x F romance with myself in the female role

Age gap relationship (Older grumpy/dark man x younger fiery/sweet woman. All characters will be 20+)

Enthusiasm and collaboration when plotting is a must. Don’t make me do all the work to come up with the plot and carry it forward

Bonus points for Jeffery Dean Morgan face claim! 

Extra bonus points for an interest in pinterest boards, playlists, headcanons, etc. I enjoy making friends with my partners!  

Favorite Genres: 

Modern Fantasy/Supernatural (Omegaverse appreciated but not a requirement!)

Sci-fi 

Romance (No slice of life please)

Post-apoc

Mystery

Gothic/Horror 

Fandoms (OCs only) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us 

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind. Message me on discord (magicofrain) or here with your name, age, and what caught your attention in my ad! ❤️

✎

[sopeverse]

The fact that you’ve been silent about butter AND the boys topping the billboard charts yet again doesn’t surprise me

i’m currently sitting at my desk with mountains of assignments due to be completed by the end of the month, get around four hours sleep a night if i’m lucky, haven’t eaten a proper meal in around a week, don’t even have time to fucking shower myself but i’d still like to apologise for not constantly screaming my support onto your dashes as i’m sure bts have felt the full impact of my absence

[alatusxiaoo]

✎ [ 14. ] a…date?

“so,” venti begins, taking a sip of the iced americano stationed in front of him. “a date. that’s what became of your genius idea.”

you and your friends had gathered at a nearby coffee shop as soon as university classes ended. you messaged them about the news on the same day heizou confessed to you about how you owed him a date — however unfortunately, none of you were able to decide on a convenient time for everyone to meet during the weekend.

you slack your head in defeat, shamefully admitting your next ten words. “i haven’t went out on a date in three years.”

“oh, how pitiful indeed.” hutao lets out an amused snicker. “you sound just like an old woman.”

“do you at least know why you owe him a date?” ayaka chimes from across.

“yep, i called him yesterday to ask. he laughed and said i lost a drinking competition,” you whine in complaint. “we made bets and he wagered to take me out.”

“ah, that’s why you were so heavily inebriated…” hutao deadpans with a sigh. “does this mean heizou is interested in you? or is he simply being a characteristic flirt?”

“the former would make sense if they kissed at the party.” lumine proffers.

“mhm, and we’re not even sure what time he left that night.” you lazily swirl the straw on your iced coffee. “with the information we find every time, it’s eventually going to get harder to multitask between the guys in proving certain situations.”

“so we make priorities.” ayaka adds with a tone of determination. “and at present, i think childe should be at the bottom of that list.”

“she’s right,” venti agrees, waving a hand. “he drank a lot at the party too. he won’t be useful right now if he doesn’t remember much, because no one else was there to witness what happened to him that evening.”

“thankfully, we also now know exactly who we write at the top of your list.” lumine snaps her fingers in clarity.

“yep, because albedo is still currently busy with the upcoming university fair.” ayaka nods. “you’ll get your opportunity once he’s finished with his work. for now, we focus on that date you owe heizou.”

“what about thoma though?” you wonder aloud. “i mean…can we really trust the claim that he just so happened to stumble into me inside that bathroom, when even none of you could find me? or did he know i was there because we kissed prior to that?”

“y/n has a point. despite the fact that he’s not as suspicious…we can’t rule him out yet.” hutao hums, scratching her cheek while deep in contemplation. “frankly speaking on our list of priorities, at the moment he’s probably just a little bit above childe.”

“we also can’t be certain that he was solely searching around for childe that late at night either…maybe he took some sort of detour.”

“okay ~ let’s not think about it too much you guys,” venti pipes in cheerfully. “the truth will eventually unveil itself on its own. thinking about what we can’t find out now will only waste more of our time. i also lose hundreds of braincells the more you talk about your theories, so we should just move on from this subject.”

“perhaps we should consider plotting this out on one of those boards.” ayaka taps her fingers on the table excitedly. “you know, the ones often displayed in crime shows? like some sort of suspect wall!”

“that’s a great idea!” lumine clasps her hands together in agreement. “it would make it way easier to visually keep track of these things.”

“i can start on one later this evening.” hutao suggests. “but what about y/n’s date? didn’t you say heizou was willing to take you out whenever you’re free?”

“yes he did…” you chew thoughtfully on your lip. “i was thinking maybe we could do it sometime next week.”

“i guess this means you won’t be able to implement much of your genius idea anymore.” venti snickers at your dissatisfied expression.

“unless you probe him with questions about what happened at the party.” ayaka replies, fiddling around with the string of the floating tea bag on her drink.

“he’s bound to get suspicious.” lumine frowns. “we’re dealing with a guy who majors in criminology, for goodness sake. this was the person we were previously trying to enlist for help before we realized he could have potentially kissed y/n.”

“she doesn’t have to ask about everyone else,” venti shrugs. “she should just ask questions centered around him and what he did. it would be best if she discovered whether he had a solid alibi during the time he spent at the party.”

“sure. and how exactly do i disguise that?” you snort, taking a big gulp of the sweetened iced coffee in your hands.

“feign interest in him, what else?”

you inadvertently choke on your drink.

venti shrugs with nonchalance at your astonished face. “why are you surprised? you know heizou does that to literally every girl he sees without feeling anything. why can’t you?”

it makes sense.

“besides, if you miraculously begin to feel interested in him, the more genuine it will sound.” hutao grins deviously. “oh shit, it’s perfect. it has to work.”

god, it makes sense.

“and what if he inquires about the sudden spike of interest?” you retort, a light blush adorning your cheeks.

“i don’t see how that will happen. it’s obviously the perfect time to express your interest.” venti puts his hands forth to prove a point, a smirk crawling across his lips. “he asked you out on a date. what better time to show you’re undeniably attracted to him, if not by then?”

oh fuck, i hate how it makes so much sense.

you shut your eyes to calm yourself down, loathing the all-too-familiar fluttery sensation that lightly fills your stomach. you’d almost forgotten how it felt ever since then.

“venti’s plan works.” ayaka pushes her empty glass aside. “i think we can run with it.”

“what do you say?” lumine asks, snapping you out of your trance. “will you do it?”

can you successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time?

or — well, it wasn’t like you had any other choice in this situation.

because one way or another, you were going to have to successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time.

“uh, sure…next week it is.”

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Not My Best / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F! Reader]

catch up on the porno, I mean series, here

requested by: @nanahachikyuu 💕 and you can find the request here ( I even used the gif! It’s by @therealcalicali and all of her gifs are magic!)

synopsis: even when you feel your worst, Ivar always tries his best.

author’s note / content warnings: fluff. so much fluff it’s like a freaking pillow. brief mentions of period sex, but nothing in depth (much to Ivar’s disappointment because that man does seem to think with only his dick).

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

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There was a pile of mud. And then there was you—and in your mix of unease, soiled laundry and bloated abdomen, you consider that the pile of mud must be so much more pleasant to look at. And then there was Ivar. Doting on you as if you had broken every bone in your body, still there to tell you that you looked beautiful, and you weren’t as repulsive as you felt. There wasn’t a time you could recall your cycle hitting you this hard, sending every fiber in your body on a trek of craziness and mixing up the emotions you had managed to untangle. The few days had been spent existing in Ivar’s hoodies, hardly leaving his bed even while he was at the shop—and still checking up on you. Sending take out to land at his door step for you, influx of the stupidest animal videos and just as many messages telling you that he loves you.

“They didn’t have cookie dough—please don’t cry,” Ivar starts and your only response is a motion of your middle finger in his general direction. “I got chocolate, and two tubs a vanilla and this pistachio gelato that sounded really good.” Are the next words from his mouth. “And tequila.”

“That sounds like a horrible milk shake,” You mumble back, finally turning to see him from under the mound of blankets, hair down and glasses over his face, dark denim and darker boots and covered with his leather jacket. You only imagined how comical it must have looked to see this man buying the copious amounts of ice cream.

“How are you feeling?”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“No, but I really want to put something in my patient care report,” Ivar teases and you can’t stop the faint smile that comes from your lips. “They didn’t have the pads you wanted either so I got these ones…” He trails off, holding up a different colorful packaging. “Why do they have sizes on them?”

“The world is against me,” You say back, finally pushing yourself up.

“Seriously, why do they have sizes on them?”

“Are you really asking me that Ivar?” You grumble, snatching the box from his hand as the warmth of the blanket swarm leaves you and you stalk to his bathroom.

“I was raised with four older brothers, and we never got the chance to talk about sizing on feminine products, excuse me,” He calls as the bathroom door closes. When you don’t reply right away Ivar turns in his spot, creeping along the floor boards to stop just out past the threshold. “Are you hungry?” You hear him ask.

“Not really.” You answer, all the hygiene in the world not helping the streaking of crimson between your thighs and you want to scream because your flow has never been this heavy.You don’t hear Ivar answer you, instead just his footsteps walking away and you think he’s going to pull out the only cook book he has and offer it to you like a menu. Finally as clean as you’ll get for the time being you’re out of his bathroom, still covered in his sweatshirt as it swallows you whole, waisting no time to settle back in his bed. When you call out his name he says he’ll be right there and you whine, the noise being echoed back in a much higher pitch by that man. There’s a wait you don’t bother to count and you hear the television click on, still stuck on the same channel from last night and then there’s a plate in your vision on the night stand “What is it?” You ask and you can feel Ivar settle beside you.

“Peanut butter and jelly. My mom used to make them for me when I didn’t feel well,” Ivar answers, his face against your back. A rollercoaster of emotions, already swarming through you like an unruly buzz of bees, kicks back up again and you want to start crying. You tell yourself not to but during the speech in your head they start, sniffles come next and you’re wiping your eyes over the gray terrains of his favorite sweatshirt. “I can take it back if you don’t want it,” Ivar says, sitting up quickly like the sight of the sandwich is going to cause you to burst into flames the longer you look at it.

“You’re being so nice to me,” You say and it makes no sense, and Ivar can’t wipe the confusion from his face.

“Am I mean to you?”

“No but—but you’re being so nice to me,” You repeat.

“Oh….kay….” He replies still offering you a sideways look.

“And I look like crap and I feel like crap and I’m not fun to be around and I’m bloated and ugly and—”

“Stop.” Ivar says sternly, the full power coming back to his voice and it was a tone that warranted authority. It was a tone that you had never heard. “Stop saying those things.” And those words come much more softly, flowing freely as he look at you with the boyish, love sick gaze. Even as his lips pout in disapproval, the faint whisper of the dimple shows and you want to lean closer and kiss it. “I don’t know what is feels like to have a period, so I’m not going to pretend, but none of those things are true.” He starts. “You’re beautiful, even when you look at me with the scowl you’re using right now.” He adds, poking in the end of your nose and your face wrinkles slightly. “I’ll figure out a way to make it go away.”

“It’s called a hysterectomy.”

“No.” Ivar deadpans.

“No, that’s how it goes away.” And Ivar pinches to bridge of his nose.

“You know what helps with cramps?” He asks.

“Alcohol? Midol? A good dose of morphine—I can go get some at the station now that I think about it.”

“Orgasms.” Ivar says bluntly.

“Go tug a few out and I’ll let you know how I feel, alright?” You reply.

“I’m serious.”

“Ivar.”

“Yes, baby?” The way he nearly sings your nickname makes you want to ride him and slap him at the same time.

“I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Too small.” Ivar shrugs.

“Fine.” You say. “Prove it.”

“I’m six foot five and you’re only—”

“I mean the orgasms.” And his mouth closes just as quickly as it opened.

“Seriously?” His voice comes and it’s breathless, like you gave a child the permission to stay up late.

“Oh my god—you’re into that?”

“I’m into most sex, I thought you knew this?” But he’s not wrong, and that thought passed through your face so clearly Ivar chuckles, shrugging his shoulders with a bastard smirk.

“…..Can we cuddle first?” You ask him and Ivar nods. You’re quick to scurry from your spot, climb over him and settle against chest. Hardly a second goes by before his arms are around you, crushing you against him and the safety, serenity, replaces the grueling thoughts and old pulse of pain in your abdomen. Nuzzling him softly you can only produce a hum, Ivar gladly resting his head on yours as you feel the grip of sleep creep closer, rest finally on the horizon. As your eyes slip and your breathing slows, Ivar only relishes in your small frame across his chest, lax and comforted by him and pride swells through him like hurricane winds. Kissing the top of your head, as his nose lingers there for another moment to inhale your scent, shampoo sneaking through his senses and his eyes close too.

“I love you, baby,” Ivar says, so very content.

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[findyourrp]

📚 Hello! 

I am Kat (she/her, 23). I have never sent my own ask lol I’m still figuring out how to write them so bare with me!!

🌸 Fandom:

Novel: The Secret History.

🌸 Ship:

Richard Papen/Henry Winters. (With myself as Henry!)

🌸 Plot:

I want to set this RP pretty early in the story during the time that Richard was working on campus for the winter, and Henry arrives early from Rome and finds Richard in the warehouse. I’m happy to steer away from the canon story and I want to focus on mainly that arc, and the winter they spent living together in Henry’s apartment with him taking care of Richard. I haven’t thought any further than that but it was my favourite arc of the book and one I would love to write for.

🌸 Info about me/Requirements:

My writing style is literate/novella! If you can’t match at least a min of 300 words, I probably won’t be into the RP all that much. Please be descriptive and semi-lit, I always put my all into my replies and expect my partner to extend the same courtesy with proper grammar and capitalization! (I won’t respond to the all lower text in the RP itself).

I ask that anyone who contacts me be at least 20+ but 18+ is okay too. I DO NOT feel comfortable roleplaying with minors so please keep this in mind and please don’t lie about your age.

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Please be active/consistent because I try my best to be too :)) If you have to be off for more than a couple of days please let me know, don’t just ghost without saying anything. (I'm in the British/English time zone, by the way!)

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hii!! after *lurking* around here on tumblr i decided to finally make a blog and maybe new friends!! i really like your vibe and content, so i was wondering if you could give me any recommandations for other blogs?

ahh that’s so fun!! happy to have you in the tumblr community, i hope you enjoy it! also, i’m so glad that you like my content - it means a lot 🤍 here’s some blogs that i’m sure you’ll enjoy just as much as i do!

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hi! first of all, i hope you’re doing okay. i totally understand if you don’t want to/have the energy to explain this, so feel free to ignore me. i’m trying to understand what’s going on in ireland? the news articles are very general and are talking about unionists/nationalists, which i can vaguely glean the meanings of. i was wondering if you could explain what’s actually happening?

of course! i understand it can be very daunting and confusing to those that don't currently live in Northern Ireland, but as someone who is currently experiencing everything first-hand, i'll try to explain it to my best ability.

for the past few nights rioting and violence has occurred in several places around Northern Ireland such as Belfast and Derry. these are two major cities that have wide communities of both loyalists and nationalists, meaning tensions were already quite high before this weeks violence. if you have trouble grasping these two terms and their meanings:

loyalist - primarily protestant individuals that oppose the idea of an united Ireland and remain loyal to England and the crown, trying to put an end to Irish nationalism in the north of Ireland. they can also be referred to as unionists.

nationalist - primarily catholic individuals that are supporters of a united Ireland and opposers to the British occupancy in areas of NI. they can also be referred to as Irish republicans.

first off, a bit of background information to help you fully understand exactly why people are rioting. around a year ago members of the nationalist political party Sinn Féin attended a funeral for the former IRA intelligence boss Bobby Storey, including deputy first minister Michelle O'Neill. strict limitations on social content were being set in place during this time due to covid and the spread of the virus, causing there to be a harsh backlash to their actions - further putting a wedge in the government as Arlene Foster refused to carry on with joint conferences.

this isn't the only reason for the increasing violence however, tensions have gotten thicker due to the success of Brexit, the UK effectively voting to leave the European Union. this involved the introduction of a border being erected between the north and south of Ireland. such a move breached the stipulations in the 'Good Friday Agreement, the treaty that mostly brought three decades of protestant-catholic bloodshed to an end.

this is a large part of the reason for the rioting. as part of the EU-UK negotiations on Brexit, it was agreed that Northern Ireland would partially remain in the bloc's single market, meaning goods sent over to Northern Ireland from Britain would receive EU custom checks at northern Irish ports - cancelling the need for checks between NI and the Republic of Ireland. this effectively draws a sea broader between Britain and Northern Ireland - loyalists arguing this undermines NI's role in the union.

despite the riots being carried out by teenagers and children as young as 12, it is believed that paramilitary groups (particularly the UVF) are inciting the violence. this is incredibly important if you know anything about Irish history, groups like this have has a hold on our nation for decades, using our children as puppets to achieve their goals and not caring for the blood that will be spilt during, all the while the police force stand idly by.

the PSNI also play a huge part in what is happening now and have always been an issue when it came to being impartial.. despite several nights of rioting in loyalist areas, petrol bombs being thrown nightly and innocent bystanders targeted, the police have done nothing but watch. however, only one of these nights was violence occurring in a nationalist area and the extremity of the rioting was next to none when compared to what had happened on the other side of the peace walls - despite this the police force was quick to bring out the water canons, further proving the institutional sectarianism they were brought up to believe.

when asked to speak on the violence and increasing tensions, our first deputy minister Arlene Foster didn't waste a second to condemn it by saying that it distracted from the 'real criminals' in Sinn Féin - shifting the blame and furthering the issue rather than making plans to restore peace.

i urge anyone reading this to educate themselves on Irish history to understand why the divide here is so strong. The Troubles never ended in Northern Ireland, and with people like this in power, it seems like the Irish people have no light for the future.