#hmmmmm i put a tag inside a tag

[dbphantom]

romance dawn bubblegum-gum

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Mystery bugs in my home and I don't recognize them! I've seen a few around at this point and might make a more formal post about it tomorrow but, mystery bugs below the cut if anyone wants to take a shot at helping me ID them:

Not the best pics but it's got an abdomen with clear markings that make me think either roach or earwig, but photos of the nymphs of either don't seem to be matching up; granted I only looked for maybe 5 minutes and mightve missed something obvious but this guy's not ringing any bells for me

[pixiesfz]

would you write a jessie fic where her and reader are babysitting for a friend? i love ur work 💗💗

hmmmmm YES! also guys I need more rquests I'm struggling on ideas myself so request away (:

practice? j.f

plot: you tell your national teammate that you can look after her daughter whilst she has her first practice and media work

warning: fluff idk

"Mini you can trust me and Jessie" you reassured your national teammate over the phone "I trust you, Harpers never met Jessie" Katrina pointed out "She's not called baby Canada for nothing" you joked "Harper will probably think she's also her age"

"Hey!"

You waved Jessie off as Katrina laughed "Okay, I've met Jessie before and she's good with your childish ass-" "I am not childish" you cut your friend off as Jessie scoffed from beside you "I am not childish" You repeated "Oh please" Katrina started "four years ago you were just as bad as Kyra"

"But I sometimes want to throw Kyra into a wall"

"I sometimes wanted to throw you into a wall!"

You sighed and changed the subject "So what time will you be here?" you asked "In about an hour and I'm bringing some of her favourite toys so don't let Jessie worry and go out to a store"

You looked to the corner of your living room that held a few teddy bears and an inside little slide.

"too late"

You could tell that Katrina was rolling her eyes from the silence "You know" she started "Jessies really excited to look after a child with you" she emphasized and you smiled "Well I'm really excited too" you spoke softly as you looked behind the couch to see Jessie putting anything pointy to a high area where Harper couldn't reach.

Katrina told you she would be there soon and you hung up to see Jess pulling out plastic forks and plates out of her shopping bag.

"She's only here for a day" you hummed as Jessie started pulling off the tags "Well what if she eats something and then we haven't cleaned it and then we need another plate for when she gets hungry again" Jessie defended and you smiled, walking up to her and hugging her from behind "So is that why we need 6 plates?" you teased and Jessie turned to you swiftly so you were now holding her from the front.

"I just got a bit excited" she admitted and you nodded "Harper is a special girl, I've learned that from rooming with Mini at almost every camp since she was born" you told her as the short haired brunette looked down at you.

"I did buy one thing that I thought you would like" she told you and you shot up in anticipation as Jessie ruffled through the bag and pulled out a small Chelsea Jersey.

"It has your name and number on it" She smiled as she shook it in front of your face, you gasped at the Jersey and took it from your girlfriend's arms "This is so cute" you beamed and kissed your girlfriend on the cheek.

It wasn't till later when Jessie opened the door that Harper ran into your arms "Auntie y/n!" she screamed when she ran. You held her close and placed small kisses along her face which the little girl laughed at.

Katrina and Jessie watched from the door "she's good with kids" Katrina said as she saw Jessies stare on you, Jessie hummed in agreement.

Katrina smirked at your girlfriends expression as you played with Harper "You know you can just ask her" Katrina told the Chelsea player before giving her Harpers bag and some of her favourite foods "I'm sure she'll say yes".

Katrina left as Harper turned towards Jessie "Who's this?" she asked you and you laughed "This is Jessie" you explained and she turned to you

"The Jessie?!"

You had talked a lot about your girlfriend at camps and Harper would always ask silly questions "Why is she all red?" she asked and Jessie turned her head "I think your mummy said something to her" you guessed as Harper laughed.

"Hi Harper" Jessie introduced herself to the girl who shook her hand with a smile "y/n loves you" was all she said before running off with a cheeky smile.

"Harper!" you yelled out to the girl who had now hidden behind your kitchen table.

After Harper settled and Jessie had finally officially introduced herself to the girl you had suggested to go on a small walk which Harper agreed to "I brought my beanie!" Harper squealed as she dragged Jessie to her bag to collect her beanie, you grabbed a beanie for yourself as well as you collected your and Jessie's coats, when you arrived back Harper looked at Jessie "Where is your beanie? we all wear beanies" She ordered and you smirked "Yeah Jess go get your beanie on!"

Jessie went back to your room and came back with her black beanie on before you all set yourselves up for a stroll, you were walking past a cafe when a couple of fans spotted you two.

"Can we please get a picture?" one of them asked and you nodded "of course" you smiled and Harper turned towards Jessie with her arms up "hold me!" she yelled and Jessie picked the girl up so she sat on her hip, you looked at Jessie with Harper on her hip and blushed.

"Harper remember to smile!"

When you arrived back home, you fed Harper dinner as you and Jessie ate your own and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie as Jessie and Harper agreed on the new Super Mario movie.

Harper was cuddling next to Jessie as you sent your fifth video of the day to Katrina who was quick to reply 'looks like she has a new favorite' she said and you scoffed.

Harper looked between both of you "I like it here" she said before snuggling into your side and fell asleep which you told Jessie to take a photo of so you could tell your friend that you will always be the favorite.

Jessie looked at the photo and smiled, sending it to Katrina and herself "This has been very fun today" she said as you looked to her "I knew Harper and you would get along" you said smugly as Jessie quietely laughed.

"You know it was almost as like it was practice"

practice?

You smiled at your girlfriend as she pushed your hair back with your hand "practice huh?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah only if you ever want to uhm have babies, children uhm... yeah" Jessie babbled as you leaned over to kiss her "I would love to have children with you Jessie"

You fell asleep with a smile as you cuddled into Jessie, Harper in the middle before Katrina came back in the morning to pick her up.

She wasn't too happy to see her kid in a bright blue Chelsea top and grins on both of your faces as Harper said how much she loved it.

[amphibiahawks321]

Arlecchino : sweetheart I got a surprise for you

[Hands him a gift box]

M!Reader : dear you already spoiled me enough yesterday!.... Literally I thought you were gonna buy half of the gaming store yesterday 💧°v°

Arlecchino : This one is more exciting

M!Reader : Hmmmmm Ok!

[Opens the box]

M!Reader : Hm?

[Inside is a Black collar with a tag "Arlecchino's🖤"]

M!Reader : [GASP] Are you buying a puppy!?

Arlecchino : [Chuckles] something like that

M!Reader : Oh my goodness This is gonna be so freaking cute on the puppy! It's gonna be such a-

[Takes the collar from Y/N]

M!Reader : 0v0?

[Puts the collar on him]

Arlecchino : [chuckles] your right it is cute on the puppy~

[M!Reader blushes]

M!Reader : O-oh... 0//////0

[tugs the collar]

[The collar tightens]

M!Reader : Hnng~!

[Whispers into his ear]

I told you this one will be more exciting~

[rosin1234]

Loveable !?

➷´ˎ˗lee jeonghyeon

pairing ´ˎ˗ nonidol!lee jeonghyeon x fem! reader

warnings ´ˎ˗ swearing, pics of food

genre ´ˎ˗ I firmly believe this is comedy but romance (fluff) too i guess highschool au!!

synopsis ´ˎ˗ Y/n goes to the cafe across teh street of her school every lunch, sometimes with her friends, mostly without. The students of her school haven't seemed to discover it, which is why she's shocked to see a group of boys in the same uniform.

notes ´ˎ˗ italic texts means thoughts

notes too ´ˎ˗ funny fact this is based of a real life situation

taglist ´ˎ˗ @hanjisbeloved @knrejj

2 ➳˚ ༘♡ at it again

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ : ʏ/ɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ

You two immediately put your phones down after hearing and seeing who just came into the cafe, it was your English teacher....?

As your teacher, or sir Kang, was about to order at the counter, he recognized you and Jeonghyeon by the uniform, mostly the name tag that gave it away.

Sir walked up to each of your guys' table and dragged both of you outside. why does this teacher have to fucking drag us outside you thought and was pretty sure Jeonghyeon was thinking the same thing.

"Shin Y/n and Lee Jeonghyeon" He said reading your nametags "And what are you pupils doing outside of school premises during class hours? Did you not listen during the orientation?"

shit shit shit think of something quick

"Sorry sir I had no lunch" you quickly said

"So? If you had the money to buy from there then why couldn't you buy from the canteen?" The teacher raised an eyebrow at you

"Im...allergic?"

You looked at Jeonghyeon, beside you, who seemed to be trembling, then looked back at the teacher who rolled his eyes. "No excuses! You guys are going back inside and going to the disciplinary office!" he said as he crossed the street as you two followed

You two looked around as you guys entered the said "disciplinary office", it was small and cold. There were two wooden chairs infront of a slightly wide table with a chair behind it, where the disciplinary officer was sat. The officer told both of you to sit down as she started talking

"Your violation will be sent to your parents, now I just need to tell your advisor" she said as she grabbed her phone and opened the door but turned around "Don't try to leave, I'll just be outside the door"

"Hey" you were a little startled but found out it was just Jeonghyeon beside you "Oh hi!" while still a little shocked

"oh sorry...are you nervous?"

"not really? why though?"

"my bad, you seemed a little startled when i said hey"

"oh nonono, it was just kinda quiet"

"mhm, a little odd for us to get in trouble in our last year"

"yea, how did you find out about the cafe?"

"ohhh, one day when I was walking home I saw a student in the same uniform there so I thought it would be okay to go there to, turns out it was you there at that time"

You nodded your head and it became silent again until you asked something

"You wanna know something?"

"yea whats up"

"I actually saw a hot guy at a cafe across the street of my school" you said smiling

"Oh wow! did the hot guy know that a pretty girl was at the same place?" he responded back with a slight smirk

pretty, girl? he means me right? nonono. okay nvm that he totally means me

"Oh..no i d-didnt" you stuttered

oh fuck i stuttered why me

"well now you do" he looked down for a second "do you wanna hang out after school?"

"hmmmmm, sure"

you both then smiled at each other as the officer came back

masterlist : back : next

[vera-king-hrfl]

Hmmmmm wine in the dark time... @graysparrowao3 @orangekittyenergy feel free, and also feel free to ignore. Idk who's been tagged I can't be arsed.

When did you start writing?

Honestly I was about 8. I had to write a 2 page story for my literature class and I did 11 with illustrations and an appendix 😅. Already into fantasy, Tolkien, etc... That was 36 years ago and I still do it for stress relief and creative outlet. I have no idea how many notebooks I've burned because I thought my ideas were garbage.

Are there any specific themes or genres that you enjoy reading than what you write?

Not really. I am and have always been a fantasy person. I like hard sci-fi sometimes, and I love the 40s and 50s social commentary stuff but it was couched in terms of time travel, mind control, whatever. Fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural horror. I like to escape into things that can't actually happen.

Is there a writer that you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Yeah. Stephen King. (No relation, as if, that's a running joke and a total coincidence). He's not necessarily my favorite author, but his rate of production and creativity and ability to make me feel things. I could never, but that's what I aspire to.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Well, for the moment I write almost entirely on my phone. Generally in my bedroom, or on my front porch in the dark, like now. I write at work sometimes when it's slow. Doesn't really matter; I am always in my own world.

What is your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Hm. I've never seemed to have a problem. I am pretty chaotic, so my problem is usually too many ideas and lack of focus rather than motivation. If I can find the focus, my production rivals the man himself, if possibly not the quality. I've been writing fanfiction, at least in my mind, since I can remember.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I had to think about this one. Yeah, kinda? I mean I do heroes journey stuff, romance, high adventure. It used to be fairly grim, actually. Gramatically and structurally sound, yet more cold and formal. Pedantic. I've been trying to put some more levity and fun into some more recent works to break up the breast beating and rending of garments.

What is your reason for writing?

Oh, wow. Well. There are two wolves inside... lol well no but kind of. It's just something in there like a poison and I have to expel it. It's a compulsion. Always has been. I just didn't start sharing it until recently when a few trusted people assured me that I wouldn't get roasted off the face of the earth. In short, I write because I have to. I share it because it's nice to be seen by people who feel the same.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment that you find particularly motivating?

I think it's when someone notices something subtle that I've done. I put a few references and Easter eggs into my stuff, callbacks, little themes that run through but aren't important. Just fluff, really. Not necessary to the story. But it shows someone is paying attention. That's really cool.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I don't really think about that much either. It's of importance to me that I share the best that I'm able to produce. If people like it ,then that's awesome! If not, well... Meh. I do it for me. Having someone share my ideas and understand my intentions is fantastic, but I'd do it anyway.

What do you think is your greatest strength as a writer?

Not the most valuable trait, but speed and technical proficiency. I write 3x faster than professional gigs require, with a full-time job and a chaotic family, and my stuff requires very little editing. Now, that doesn't make my stories good, but it's one less thing to worry about.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Good. Great, actually. This isn’t hubris or whatever. I like reading my own stories like I like eating my own cooking. It's made for me. It's my mind and thoughts and feelings put down for people to share, if they want to. I was nervous at first, but especially here on Tumblr with you guys I've received only affirmation and kind suggestions. Nobody hurts me here. Nobody tries to. Even if there's no engagement, that means there's no negative engagement. I think that's what we all need here. Some good old fashioned 'if you can't say something nice keep your trap shut' energy. ❤️

Writer Interview Game!

I was tagged by @savriea , sorry it took me so long to do this! I've been in a writing hole!

I will be tagging @dark-and-kawaii @vera-king-hrfl @lazyjellyfish300 @the-song-of-avernus and @dutifullylazybread. (sorry if you have already been tagged!)

When did you start writing?

I started writing for about one year now! Yay! My first fic I ever posted will have its anniversary September the 17th!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I haven't done any angst yet but I will read it! Maybe one day I will write it but I love a happy ending.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Honestly no clue! if anyone has ideas I am all ears!

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write on my laptop and sometimes my Ipad, but I write in me and my boyfriends guest bedroom that has kind of turned into my office in a way.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Daydreaming when I am meant to be working and listening to music! sometimes movies will inspire me but those are tricky because I don't want to copy anything too closely.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I am unsure? If anyone has noticed anything let me know!

What is your reason for writing?

To get my daydreams out for others to enjoy and to do something creative to make me escape from the everyday. also to be horny about my fictional boyfriends.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I love all comments! I really look forward to getting them and reading them! they help keep my creative flame going! what can I say I have a people pleasing praise kink.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Hopefully they think I am trying my best and think I am nice, though maybe kinda goofy.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Uhhh... I am unsure? I want to say creative but you never know!

How do you feel about your own writing?

I write what I would want to read so I love to go back and reread my work though sometimes that leads to be reediting and changing some things.

[ijustcantfigureout]

!!! got tagged by @ijustthinkevilunoisneat, thank you!

I tag whoever is in the mood of doing this and you have to answer those 15 questions:

Nickname: Nim, Nimmy, Bu (pronounced "Boo") and Biscuit (the air dry clay, not the food).

Sign: Capricorn but most of the other things is in aquarius. i'll be honest and say i don't really know what it means.

Height: 1,56 m or 1,58, can't remember now.

Last thing I googled: ao3

Song stuck in my head: paper moon (the one from the op from soul eater)

Number of followers: nah, not gonna tell, but not many, thankfully

Amount of sleep: hm. 3 hours.

Dream job: like, for real real, with feet in reality, public server in the area of the bachelor i'm working to get/screenwriter/studio editor; slightly floating is animator/illustrator; and unreal, flying out of the atmosphere is professional musician/comic artist.

Wearing: stars pattern t-shirt, black denim cuffed jogger pants, denim jacket with big flowers embroided in the back and black sport boots.

Movies/Books that can summarize me: idk this questions are always weird to me because i usually relate to characters not whole narratives that, usually, have a bunch of characters, you know? but if i had to choose... this makes more sense if you had asked songs, would still be difficult but less so. i want to say the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy bu-- ok after saving it as a draft and Reflecting, it goes something like:

Megamind

The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy (Books)

Stardust (Movie)

Little Brother (Book)

Hot Fuzz

Inside Llewyn Davis

Whiplash (don't worry about it)

Journey to the Center of the Earth (Book)

Favourite Song: blindblindblind by silver mt. zion, guyamas sonora AND gulag orkestar orkestar by beirut, terrible love AND rylan by the national, esú by baco exu do blues, danse macabre - camille saint-saës, from here to utopia (song for the desperate) by ramshackle glory, sailor waltz by josh garrels, romeo by thiago pethit and helio flanders, lavínia by guido, pills and good advice by left at london, i can change by ezra furman, se tiver que ser na bala vai by vanguart, big bad wolf by shakey graves, hoje eu vou sair by maglore, the horror and the wild (live) by the amazing devil, separate and ever deadly by the last shadow puppets, progress by idles, luther by de staat, fire walker by black rebel motorcycle club, wolf like me by tv on the radio, and etc. (sorry i didn't realize i had put those many until i opened it on the pc. i was going to put some more tbh but whatever)

Around the World in 80 Days (Book)

Treasure Planet

Favourite instrument: to listen, violin. to play, bass.

Aesthetic: nerdy librarian who is also a goth/punk wannabe

Favourite Authors: why do you make such hard questions, ugh. guimarães rosa, cory doctorow, álvaro de campos (heteronym of fernando pessoa), siken (don't bully me), anne carson, jorge luis borges, douglas adams, clarice lispector, jules verne. i really should read more.

Random Fun Fact: hmmmmm, like about me or the world? me: i can do this thing with my thumbs that make them look dislocated. the world: can't think of anything now. there's grafitti in impossible places and i love it. really cool stuff. does it count?

OK ending transmission c:

[kinomiakai]

I posted 1,307 times in 2021

336 posts created (26%)

971 posts reblogged (74%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.9 posts.

I added 3,125 tags in 2021

#ep3otp - 696 posts

#art by op - 384 posts

#artbyop - 331 posts

#canonverse - 298 posts

#kinomi talks - 291 posts

#text post - 288 posts

#asks - 286 posts

#anon - 261 posts

#not sns - 163 posts

#not naruto - 127 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it's always interesting to think about sasuke since he's pretty nonviolent at heart but he has so conditioned himself to be a perfect fight

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke Additional Tags: Snowed In, Snow, SNStober 2021 (Naruto), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love Confessions, Confessions, Friendship/Love, Idiots in Love, Present Tense, POV Uchiha Sasuke, POV Third Person Limited, One Shot, Pining, Mutual Pining, Romance, collaboration with monosrojo for snstober!!!!!!!!!

Summary: The blizzard outside is in his head, but he knows fighting these thoughts will only make them build and burst, and then there would be no way they wouldn't make it to Naruto—and so Sasuke has to let them come. Meet the snow as it falls, find the footprints he's already placed.

SNS, canonverse, one shot, written for SNStober 2021! Collaboration with @monosrojo!!!!

Surprise!! @monosrojo and I collaborated for SNStober 2021!!! It was so much fun and I am so happy to have been able to do it, check out their art for the story here!!! Or wait ‘till you’ve finished the fic...Either way, please accept our submission for Day 20 - Snowed In!

68 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 04:41:49 GMT

#4

i saw your post about the college headcanons and absolutely loved them!! so i was wondering what are you canonverse sns hcs?

Ahhh thank you so much anon!! I’m so glad you liked it!!! Oooh this is really tough, I tend to keep playing around with canonverse ideas, but specific headcanons…hmmmmm okay okay, I’m going to focus on post-war fun stuff! Here we go:

It takes time. Naruto is over the moon to have Sasuke back but has no idea where to put all of his “I need to get Sasuke back” energy and Sasuke is too scared & tired to want anything at all. Sasuke is closer to admitting it than Naruto is, and on some level, Sasuke’s acknowledged and accepted how he feels. Naruto catches up pretty quick once he realizes that pulling Sasuke back from where he’d been spiralling into hasn’t actually miraculously solved all the ways he feels about him.

Both of them have a big barrier to saying it out loud even after they start to realize things. They stay sort of stuck in the “you’re the most important person in my life. I know you from the inside out. I feel the best when you’re beside me.” and don’t really let themselves touch the implications of that. It all feels too dangerous & they’re fine with physical danger but emotional is a whole different beast.

There’s a LOT of realization moments once they both come to terms with the fact that they’re in love (and have been for a long time). It’s those revisits of your past that you had totally different rationalizations for at the time, but now that you know it suddenly makes so much more sense, like, “oh. that’s why I felt so warm whenever I’d look at him” and “oh. that’s why I hated when he’d ignore me that much”

They feel the closest when they’re sparring. It’s muscle memory, like they never really forgot. It lets them indulge in nostalgia and in each other, and it’s a convenient excuse to move together in movements they have pretty much memorized without having to question why or say anything out loud. It’s comfortable and easy.

Nightmares abound, lots of guilt and sad nights. Naruto tries to stifle his tears because of the whole “it’s only okay to cry when you’re happy” bt and Sasuke challenges every single one of his thoughts until he breaks. Sasuke is full of quiet guilt and regret, and Naruto coaxes him out of it every day. There’s a lot Sasuke doesn’t want to talk about, but Naruto talks for him, and Sasuke feels strangely…settled, after it all. Naruto slowly learns to just find Sasuke and be like “…call me a crybaby already” when he feels it coming on. 

Naruto never wants to blame other people and so Sasuke does it for him. For every thought Naruto has that explains why he should have been good enough, should have been able to do something, Sasuke has twenty for all the adults around him. Naruto really struggles with being able to admit he was mistreated because he turned out fine!! he’s okay!! so what if he was stuck in an apartment alone with barely enough money to survive and no one ever checked on him, they were busy! But if Sasuke talks about his childhood, Naruto’s the first to say it wasn’t right. That someone should have gotten Sasuke out of there. That someone should have done something. And when Sasuke points out that Naruto doesn’t think that about himself, Naruto just says “it’s different. That’s not the same.” Sasuke says something along the lines of “you only think that because it was done to you.”

In that way, they’re good for each other. Sasuke makes Naruto revisit the part of himself that’s angry with the world for how it treated him, and Naruto makes Sasuke revisit the part of himself that wants to believe in people. That loved freely and easily and that let himself feel it all, because everyone was worth that love. 

They live together, somehow. It’s not all the time. It’s not necessarily even in Konoha. But either Naruto is sneaking off to see Sasuke every chance he gets or Sasuke appears in Naruto’s room almost every night. If they’re not together, it’s a mountain of letters back and forth. Once they break the silence between them, it’s like a flood. They can’t stop talking. It feels like their friendship is completely unharmed by so many years apart—it’s just effortless.

The first time they kiss is confusing and amazing because a part of them KNOWS they feel the same, the same way a part of them knew they were in love, but it’s so, so hard to admit. And they both wait for the rejection, for it to be a dream, for it to be too good to be true. That feeling lasts a long, long time.

The rest of the details tend to change from fic to fic, I think, but these headcanons stay pretty strong between them, even if they aren’t explicitly visited. I hope you liked these!!

72 notes • Posted 2021-05-18 00:01:20 GMT

#3

A few months ago I opened up fic requests for anyone who sent me proof of their donation to a BLM cause. As of today (Mar/17/2021), I’ll be doing the same thing now for Anti-Asian Violence - if you donate, send me a message and I’ll write a ficlet/piece of a story for you - you can look at the other ones I’ve done here <3

If you’re not sure where to donate, here, here, and here are some pretty big lists lists of resources and organizations to look into. (sns is my comfort zone, so that’s what I can promise, & there are certain things I won’t write, but we can work it out. If you want to run a prompt by me before you donate, go ahead!)

81 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 19:03:05 GMT

#2

they ask you how you are, and you just have to say you’re fine when you’re not really fine, but you just can’t get into it, because they would never understand.

97 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 22:54:23 GMT

#1

Which are your top 10 SNS college headcanons?

Anon!!! this one took me AGES!! I took so long to try and piece together the hcs I specifically had for a college au. These are in no particular order, I will never reply to you if I have to rank them dffsdfds. But here! Top 10!

In their first year, they’re roommates in residence, but they live together after their first year by choice in a student house of some kind

Both of them stay up way too late for completely different reasons

If sasuke ever goes to a party it’s because naruto dragged him there (he begrudgingly has fun, but only because naruto is a moron and it’s hilarious to watch him make a fool out of himself)

Naruto falls asleep in sasuke’s bed periodically. this so unfortunately forces Sasuke to use Naruto’s, which is cozy and smells like Naruto and is somehow way more comfortable than his bed even though they should have the same mattress......it’s nothing though of course :)

There’s gotta be some sort of clothes stealing, whether it’s Sasuke stealing naruto’s hoodies at night because leather and/or suit jackets do not make for something cozy or nice - or Naruto stealing Sasuke’s dress shoes and ties whenever he has a big presentation

Naruto actually works really hard & Sasuke admires that about him/finds it endearing. He doesn’t know how to help properly so he does things like buying instant ramen around exam time & “accidentally” getting the wrong drink from the coffee shop & putting Naruto’s big fluffy orange blanket over him when he falls asleep at his desk (this is earlier on in their relationship)

Sasuke never talks about his marks but Naruto wrestles them from him & they’re always incredible. He beats himself up over anything less than a 90% (which Naruto challenges & yells about Sasuke’s double standards because how is Naruto supposed to be proud of his 82 if Sasuke treats an 88 as a failure) - in contrast, Naruto starts out quietly convinced that certain marks are & will always be out of his range, just because of who he is. The first time he confesses that to Sasuke, Sasuke is Enraged

Naruto’s summer/hot weather default mode is shirtless and Sasuke Suffers

They get really competitive in whatever sport they pick up. Like Really into it. They usually end up on the ground, exhausted and laughing. They pretty much have to carry each other back to the dorm (they both love & treasure those moments but never say it out loud)

They’re really fucking in love and everybody sees it except for them. Each is 100% convinced the other really loves them as a friend and will never see them as anything more because why would they? They’re perfect and amazing and all that good stuff

I think those are the hcs that stay pretty consistent across my college/university aus, no matter which one I’m writing hahaha. I’m sure there’s something I’m forgetting but thank you for the ask anon!! It took me a while but it was really fun to brainstorm this stuff.

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Hi!!! I adore your fics so much, will never stop gushing over your work. For the ask would you mind answering 5, 9, and/or 13 for Nothing Is Fine (my personal fave of your works)

fjrkgkrghd i adore YOU.

nothing is fine, my first andreil fic on ao3!! seems like so long ago and also just yesterday. i think it is almost a rite of passage for people who love writing andrew to take a stab at his POV in baltimore hahaha.

5: What part was hardest to write?

this whole fic was very hard for me to write because i was NERVOUS. i had been playing around posting little stuff here on tumblr, but this was the first time i was gonna like, throw something out into the andreil ao3 tag.

i really like writing canon-adjacent scenes, and i think in general what is hard about them is putting a spin on them so that they feel like they're doing something other than the original. for example, this fic mostly takes place in the hour or so before neil gets to the hotel. once neil arrives, the narration takes quite a few steps back, because the reader already knows what happened there. but everything else in the fic gives you the context for andrew's actions in that scene (according to me, lol). so, aside from my own anxiety, that is always the hardest part of this specific type of fic writing -- making choices that allow your retelling of a scene to feel original.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

there were many moments where i wondered if i should tone andrew's ferocity down. i wrote most of this in one sitting, then took a week or two before finishing it, and in that time i read a lot of other andreil fic. i was new in the fandom, so i guess i was wondering how my take on andrew fit in alongside the general "fanon" of it all -- namely, andrew's stoniness in a lot of fic.

i decided to keep andrew extra feral, and im glad i did, because i still agree with myself lol. i think i set a tone for myself back then where i just let andrew have as unhinged of an inner monologue as possible, and that's what makes him so fucking fun for me to write. i wonder, if i had taken a different route in that fic, if i'd still be as hooked on writing andreil as i am now.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

hmmmmm i dont think i had a specific playlist yet. but this is my general andreil playlist, and most of those songs i've considered to be andreil songs since i finished the series. if i had to pick one song for this fic in particular, it would be thunder clatter by wild cub -- it doesn't necessarily capture the manic energy of the fic, but it does kind of get at that bone-deep, "you're THE person and i dont know what to do without you" desperation that andrew feels.

Sad hopes I'd hidden under Tangled inside of me You spoke like broken thunder Deep into the centre of me

notably, though, i had NOT yet heard habit by spectre jones, which is the most andreil song to ever andreil. def accompanies this fic well, though!

[itcantbe]

WIP Wednesday!

I've been looking forward to Wednesday this week because A. it's 7 weeks until @zelinkweek2021, so I can share a WIP from each day as a teaser until Sept. 12 when it all begins, and B. I wrote a story for day 5 that I love SO MUCH that I may burst if I don't post something from it (at the risk of publishing it too early!). So check below the cut for a snippet, and keep an eye out beginning Sept. 12 (or follow the account or the tags) for all of the great zelink content that will come out!

“Link.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear her, observing Zelda’s frown out of the corner of his eye as he scurries into the barn, something bundled in a blanket clutched in his arms. He had told her he’d stop, but what — was he just supposed to ignore a cry for help?

In the barn he finds an empty crate with a lid, the slats set so there's a gap in between each one that allows air to flow easily. With a quick apology to his horse, he stuffs it with a few handfuls of hay from the manger. He then gently sets the bundle inside before picking up the crate and taking it into the house.

On the way he rehearses various excuses and arguments in order to plead his case to Zelda, only to find her waiting for him at the table with alcohol, gauze and bandages. Link sighs in relief and gives her a grateful smile. Then he unwraps the blanket, carefully holding the squirrel in place while Zelda cleans and bandages the long gash on its back leg. When they’re finished, he stocks the crate with acorns, a handful of wild berries and a bowl of water before setting the lid on and putting it in a quiet corner of the barn.

When Link gets back inside, Zelda has cleaned up the medical supplies and is sitting quietly at the table looking through a book. She doesn’t look at him.

“It’s the last one.”

“Mmmm hmm,” she hums, almost as if she agrees with him. She flips a page.

“For real!”

Another page flips, the paper snapping as she swipes it over with her finger.

“Mm hmmmmm,” she hums again, skeptically.

They both know it’s not the last one.

[cosmiccandydreamer]

Insecure chapter 4

Paring (Otis driftwood x Reader)

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Masterlist is here please see warnings ⚠️

Mama and Baby were ecstatic on the wedding day; this was the happiest day for them. Rarely do they go to do such wholesomeness without ulterior motive like murder? The whole family helped with the event, Baby. You headed into the nearest small town to look for a dress, mama. Tiny cooked ( well tiny held things and watched), Hugo and Rufus helped set up the backyard decent with an archway. Otis, of course, was getting into fights with everyone, grumbling and bitching, but no one's spirit was dampened; they knew he just wanted things to go off without a hitch. “ WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?” Baby squealed, holding up a bedazzled skimpy ….dress? If you could call it that. ‘’Mmmm, sugar that looks like floss on a hanger, I could see wearing that on the honeymoon but not that ceremony,” you chuckled lightly, chewing on your lollipop and looking back at the dresses, nothing here seemed to be standing out, and you were starting to get disappointed. You were not high maintenance, and a simple dress would be fine, but these weren't you. “ Baby, maybe we should look elsewhere, or I can just wear something I got at home. ‘NO, we are finding you something because this is the best store in town and you deserve something nice!!. 

She skipped along to the other rack of dresses along the wall. You signed and watched her jump around from rack to rack; you loved her so much. She was such a free spirit, never seemed to have a bad day, and up for a good time; you couldn't believe you were finally going to be sisters officially “ unofficially.” You hoped this was what he wanted and didn't get cold feet at the ceremony. God, what if he did. The thought of that was terrible. Having been lost in your head, you didn't notice her hop up behind you with a new dress. ‘ LOOK! WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU LOVE IT OR DO YOU LOVE IT?” She wiggled the dress in front of you, waving it and flashing her megawatt smile.

You have to admit this was a beautiful dress; it was a v-neckline embroidered spaghetti strap lace dress. It was an eggshell white and looked like it would fall right at your ankle. You walked over and lightly touched it; you pictured you and Otis exchanging vows in this; it was perfect, not too flashy, and not too casual. 

Well, it was perfect until you saw the price. "Holy shit, Baby, we can't afford this! Have you seen the tag?" You pointed at it and started to slowly put it back toward the rack. " Ah no no, no no, this is the one we are getting your eyes lit up, and you'd look so beautiful; just wait, we're taking this home today" she shoved the dress Into your hands and walked over to the cashier who was a young early 20 something which had been burning holes in the back of her head this whole shopping trip. I mean, who could blame him? Baby was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew it.

She skips over to the unsuspecting victim and turns on the charm; leaning over the counter, she twirls one of her golden curls in her fingers and smiles. " Don't you think my sister would look pretty in that dress Mr .. (a male name you like)? "Oh yeah, she would look great," he stuttered a bit and ran his head over the back of his neck nervously, little beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, he was already nervous, and Baby was just getting warmed up. 

"So .. here's the problem, handsome," her voice thick with flirt and sass. "I promise to my beautiful sister over there that she would be able to wear that dress on her wedding day tomorrow, but it's a little out of our price range. Do you think maybe there's something you could do?" She pouts and leans over the counter a bit more, looking at him from under her lashes. " I don't know I could get in trouble, oh," he stutters, and his sentence is cut off when Baby grabs the end of his tie and slowly pulls it toward her. " Oh please It would mean so much to us, and I could make it up to you! maybe you can come over to our house this week, and I can show you how much I appreciate your generous nature" she smiled at him and turned her head; she knew she had him right where she wanted him. It was always fun to watch these interactions. It was like a dance or something or a lion stalking its prey. " I um I think maybe I can do something um just don't tell anyone " gulp "ah ok?" " Of course, sweetums, this will be our little secret" Baby took his hand and wrote down her address with the pen she took from his front his pocket; you laughed a little knowing the fate that awaited the poor fellow, she strutted over to you taking your hand in hers and led you out the door. Back at the house, the party was in full swing, every member of the house was partaking. 

Spaulding was, of course, the officiant; he seemed to be almost as happy for this event as you two. What can he say? He loves to love! Finally, the moment came: one a buzz of excitement. Baby, of course, was your maid of honor and tiny walked you down the aisle. Otis wore his most  clean flannel and surprisingly non ripped jeans ( he owns a pair of those ?!) His eyes widened, and a smile crept along his face seeing you come toward him in that dress. He couldn't believe how stunning you were and how lucky he was that you were going to be his forever. "Why, hello there, beautiful'' he lifts your hand and kisses the top of it, he leans back a little and eyes you up and down " shit, mamas, all this for me?"

Looking up at him and staring right into his blue eyes you smile " all yours handsome.” "ALL FUCKING RIGHT LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED.  SURE THESE TWO WANNA GET THIS OVER WITH AND GO STRAIGHT TO THE HONEYMOON. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING HAHA! '' Spaulding's booming voice ripped through the backyard, causing you both to snap out of your love trance. " Alright, happy boy, you wanna go first? And try not to royally fuck it up in front of the lady hmmmmm?" " Shit shut the fuck up, cutter" he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny scribbled on paper that looks like he wrote and erased about a million times; he clears his throat " um yeah, so I wrote these, and I hope you like em and yeah here we go welp I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, the only home I've ever had, and that home is you.” He nervously put the note back into his pocket and cleared his throat; he read the vows fast as if to hurry and get past this vulnerable exposure as quickly as possible. 

You were shocked, to say the least; saying that you weren't expecting much in the romantic department was an understatement, the fact he was able to muster up these words completely melted your insides. " So what the fuck? You just gonna stare at me or something? What are you getting cold feet now, a woman? You're just staring .. say something!"  You look at a deep breath, suddenly aware of all eyes on you. alright y/n you can do this; you took a small piece of paper from your bra and opened it. " So I couldn't find the words for what I wished to say * clears throat," so I had to borrow them; in the words of Pablo Neruda: “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I do not exist, nor you.” Small awws and comments erupted in from the small crowd, "

WELL HOT DAMN THAT IS SOME HEARTWARMING SHIT" Spaulding well basically screamed, he took out the long hunting knife from his pants pocket. He handed it to you " ladies first, my dear" You had predicted that there would be some apprehension about slicing open your hand with a giant knife but the look Otis was giving you all the courage you needed, he was looking at you with a deep burning hunger, one that sent fire to your stomach and tingles to your core. With a deep breath, you sliced hard and fast into your left hand, never breaking eye contact with him; the pain was intense but forgotten, overshadowed by the lust growing more and more intense by the second you wanted your husband, and you wanted him now. You handed the knife back to Spaulding " alright happy boy, you're up" you clenched your hand close, feeling the warm blood flowing through your fingertips. Otis had a large grin by this point, hastily taking the knife and slicing it into his palm way faster than you did. 

He moved closer, taking your hand and pressing it into his, the blood from you and him mixing. " I now pronounce you sick bastards husband and wife! " And with that last statement, Otis grabbed your face with his clean and bloodied hand, pulling you into a deep kiss; you linked your hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

Breaking the kiss, he takes your hand and slowly licks your large gushing cut, staring at you deep in the eyes the entire time; this dark, sick so very erotic scene made you take a deep breath in and bite your lower lip breath hitched. You softly whispered, "Otis…"..  his eyes had become large and dilated with lust. That last whisper from you was enough to push him over the edge " Alright, y'all can get the fuck out. I'm about to do unspeakable shit to my wife, see y'all next week, no one bothers us, or  I'll blow your head fucking off.” With that, he threw you over his shoulder and with a smack to your ass he took you into the house. 

[master-sass-blast]

Release.

Hmmmmm... this thing is solid projection. Whoops.

Summary: You're exhausted. No matter what you do, you can't get enough rest to save your soul. You try to keep up with everything, try to not let the fatigue hinder you

--And then it all comes crashing down.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: T for depression, anxiety, chronic fatigue, and general angst-hurt/comfort vibes.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical,” but this one is special in that it doesn't directly impact the canon. It's sort of a special one-off.

Author’s Note: So, as some of you may have gathered from the tags and preamble, this fic is basically me venting my own frustration.

I've been dealing with some pretty wicked chronic fatigue for the better part of... coming up on a year now, actually. Wow. I didn't realize it'd been that long.

It's made life really hard for me, from everything to eating to doing chores to hanging out with friends to writing. We don't know what's causing it, and we're trying to take care of it through lifestyle changes and making sure I don't exert myself too much (we meaning me, my family, my fiance, and my doctor). There's been a few things that have helped, but by in large it's still been kicking my ass.

I know I was gone for a long time. Part of that was the fatigue making it impossible to write or post. To those of you who are still around, thank you -and I'm sorry. I'm trying my best, I promise.

If you're dealing with chronic fatigue or think you're dealing with chronic fatigue, just know that it's okay that you're tired. You're not lazy. You're not a failure. You're not going crazy. You're not a burden. Your body needs rest, you need rest, and you *deserve* to rest.

Here's a resource on chronic fatigue syndrome and what it looks like.

I hope you're all doing well. Stay safe and wear your mask.

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

It creeps over you. It starts as a wispy, soft cloud, hanging over the horizon of your existence.

And then it grows. Larger, more oppressive. Until you’re fully immersed in it, with no sense of direction or how to get out.

 ***

 You’re not really sure you remember when it started. You’ve always been tired to some extent –anxiety, nightmares, and running on the X-Men schedule will do that to a person.

Exhaustion hits like a brick one day after training. You slump against the tiled wall in one of the shower stalls in the locker room. Water streams down your sweaty face and body while you struggle to make your eyes focused. Shit. I must have pushed too hard.

You manage to get yourself cleaned up and trudge back to yours and Piotr’s home at the back of Xavier’s property. You collapse onto the couch in the living room. Your limbs are stone, too heavy to drag another step. Your body throbs in time with your heartbeat. I need a nap. Just for a couple hours.

You only want to sleep for a couple hours.

You only mean to sleep for a couple hours.

You wake up at nine in the evening, to Piotr gently nudging you.

He tuts, fussing over you like a worried mother hen. “Are you feeling well, myshka?” He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “You have slept for long time.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, mind still cloudy with exhaustion. You force yourself to sit up. You jaw cracks when you yawn. “Just overdid it in training today.”

Your husband gently chides you, ushering you into the kitchen so you can eat. “It is important to replenish energy.”

You go straight to bed after eating and sleep for another ten hours.

 ***

 Part of you wonders ‘how did I let this happen? How did I let it get this bad?’

The other part of you wonders if you had any say in it at all.

 ***

 The fatigue starts seeping into other areas of your life as well. Training, grading, hanging out with friends, eating…

You’re so tired. You chalk it up to mission stress, to going too hard during training, to running on weird hours all the time.

You start sleeping through the day to cope. No matter how well you sleep at night or how much sleep you get, you’re always so fucking tired.

Piotr notices the change in your sleeping habits. Because of course he does. It’s ingrained into his very DNA to be an observant, loving nurturer.

He brings it up during dinner one night. “Are you doing alright, myshka?”

“What? Yeah. Of course.” You’d woken up from a nap a couple hours before, and you feel good for once. (You’ll crash a couple hours later.) “Why? What’s wrong?”

“You have been sleeping at odd hours,” Piotr says, stirring his soup with his spoon. “I just want to make sure you are not having mental troubles.”

“I’m fine, baby.” And, on that front, you are. You’ve got your meds, your support system, a home, creative outlets, and a fulfilling –if occasionally dangerous—job. “I’ve just been tired lately, is all. I think it’s the weird mission hours just putting my body clock out of whack.”

“You should try to stay on normal schedule, then,” Piotr points out. He frowns, concerned. “Is not good for mental health to keep odd hours.”

You bristle. You are trying, dammit. You push through training and grading and your obligations every single damn day, even if all you can do is collapse in bed afterwards. Who the hell is he to say that you’re not trying?! “I am, Piotr. You don’t have to micromanage me. I’m not one of your teens.”

Piotr recoils, blue eyes widening. He holds up his hands. “Easy, dorogoy. I am not trying to micromanage. I just want you to be healthy.”

You drop your gaze down to your bowl of soup. Your heart races in your throat. “Sorry.”

***

 It’s like being one of those houses infested with termites. You’re being consumed from the inside out. On the outside, you look fine. On the inside, you’re crumbling away like a sad, dry cookie left in the bottom of the cookie jar for five long, lonely months.

You’ve always been weird. You oscillate between outgoing and reclusive like nobody’s business. You’re a lot like Wade –somewhere between amusing and a nuisance to most of the adults, though most of the teens and kids like you.

(Piotr insists that it’s not true, that everyone likes you well enough, but you’ve never quite had the full faith to believe him.)

No one notices that you’re hurting. No one notices that something’s wrong. No one notices, no one notices, no one fucking notices—

But, to be fair, you hardly notice it yourself.

 ***

 You kind of start to lose your mind, if you’re being honest.

It’s hard enough to keep up with your workload with the mission scheduling –but being tired all the time slams the nail in the coffin. You manage to drag yourself to training on time because it’s mandatory, because it’s important, because it’s for the good of your team, and—

And everything else falls apart.

You spend countless late night hours on the couch cramming through your grading, because you needed to sleep earlier, and the deadline’s only looming closer, and you have to be productive, dammit—

More than once, you drag yourself up to bed when Piotr’s just getting up for the day.

He frowns, forehead creasing. “Myshka—”

“I had grading to do,” you mutter as you crawl back into bed.

He finishes buttoning up his shirt, then sits down next to you. The bedframe groans under his bulk. “This is not healthy, moya lyubov’.”

“I’m fucking working on it, Piotr!” you snap, glaring at your husband. “Just –leave me alone!”

He swallows hard, blue eyes shining with hurt. He looks like a kicked puppy.

You huff and slam your face into your pillow, mostly to hide the fact that you’re crying.

Piotr smooths your hair down, then kisses the back of your head. “Ya tebya lyublyu, myshka.”

You bite down on your pillow and cry harder.

 ***

 It’s more than just being tired.

It’s guilt. It’s enough guilt to fill an ocean. No amount of effort you make is good enough; no matter how hard you try you wind up failing. Or snapping at someone you love. Or being unable to do even the simplest shit.

There’s so much anger, too. At the world, at anyone who points out that you’re not doing well, at yourself. There’s a scream constantly behind your lips, trying to crack its way out of your chest.

You’re failing. You’re trying to scoop up handfuls of sand to keep an entire dune from consuming you, and the grains keep running through your fingers; it practically looks like you haven’t done anything at all, and you’re so fucking tired…

 ***

 The ‘house’ collapses over a load of dishes.

One load of fucking dishes.

It’s ridiculous.

You manage to drag yourself out of bed one morning, trying to get the haze that seems to be a permanent fixture in your mind to clear. You trudge downstairs, energy sapping out of you with every step you take.

You see last night’s dishes in the sink, waiting to be rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher.

It’s an easy task. The dishes aren’t all that dirty, and there aren’t that many of them.

And you can’t do it. You don’t have the energy. You’re just too fucking tired.

You failed.

You crumple to the floor, weeping against the wooden floorboards as the dam you’d been trying so hard to keep stable gives way. You scream, anger and guilt and frustration and self-loathing washing over you, crushing you beneath their weight. You clutch at your hair, seething as the past few months finally come to a head—

And then Piotr’s arms are around you. (Later, you’ll learn that he stopped back at the house to pick up a gradebook, which is why he was even around during the day in the first place.) He scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. “Myshka, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You sob into his shirt, beyond words.

“Okay, okay.” He checks you over to make sure you’re not visibly injured, then carries you upstairs to bed.

You whimper when he tries to tuck you in. “No –I’ve got stuff to do—”

“It can wait,” he says, loving but firm. He gently tugs the comforter over you, then toes his shoes off before laying down next to you.

“It can’t,” you cry, even as he tugs you into his arms and tucks you against his chest. “It’s already waited for so long.”

“And it can wait longer.” He kisses your forehead. “It is okay, myshka. Rest.”

You snuffle and sob and gasp—

And, eventually, you fall asleep.

 ***

 You wake up to Piotr stroking your hair. You inhale sharply, blinking to cast the bleariness out of your vision. “What time is it?”

“About noon,” he says.

Your heart sinks. “Shit. I’ve got grading—”

He places his arm over your waist, holding you in place. “It can wait.”

“But—”

“You had breakdown this morning, myshka. Health comes first.” He gazes into your eyes, brow furrowing. “Talk to me, moya lyubov. Please. What is wrong?”

Your heart rips into infinitesimal pieces at seeing him so worried –and then you start crying again. “I can’t…” You squeeze your eyes shut and buy your face against his chest. “I can’t. I can’t do it. No matter how much sleep I get, or I don’t get, or how much I exercise or don’t exercise, or what I eat or –any of it. I’m so tired, Piotr.” You let out a choked sob. “I’m just so tired, and I keep failing—”

Piotr rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. “It’s okay, myshka. It’s okay.”

***

 Eventually, you settle again. You’re snuggled against Piotr’s chest, sniffling and sighing while he strokes your hair.

It’s not a bad place to bed.

“How long?” he asks, voice quiet and gentle. “How long have you felt tired?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, lulled to a state of near drowsiness by his ministrations. “A few months? Maybe a little longer? I’ve always been kind of tired, what with anxiety and nightmares and all that shit.”

He ‘hmms,’ kissing the top of your head. “Have you eaten yet?”

“…does leftover pizza at three in the morning count?”

He sighs, exasperated and amused. “Okay, time for food.”

“I can’t,” you whimper, tears coming back as frustration swells in your chest. “I’m too tired to eat.”

Piotr shushes you, gently drying your cheeks with a tissue. “What if I bring you something?”

You stomach churns with guilt and self-loathing. “I’m not a baby. I don’t… I shouldn’t need people to make food for me.”

“No, not baby,” Piotr agrees, kissing your cheek. “But you are unwell.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Unwell is unwell,” Piotr states, voice brokering no room for debate (though it never loses that gentle intonation of his). “If I bring you food, will you eat?”

You hesitate, then manage a small nod. “Something small, please. I don’t want, like, a whole meal.”

Piotr nods. He heads downstairs, then returns a few minutes later with some toast, fruit, a glass of milk –and some Cheetos.

You giggle when you see the fluorescent orange cheese-snacks on your plate. “You do love me.”

“Navsegda.” He hands the plate to you, sets the glass on your nightstand, then waits for you to start in on your toast before speaking again. “I think you should see Dr. Mccoy about fatigue.”

“But I’m not sick,” you argue after swallowing a bite of toast.

“That you know of,” he corrects. “Lots of things can cause fatigue. Is best to check, to make sure more serious problem is not happening.”

“But…” A lump rises in your throat. “What if this is just me now? What if… what if I’m just broken?”

Piotr takes your hand in his. He presses his lips against your knuckles. “Then we know, and we make life suited to your brokenness.”

“I can’t slow everyone down, Piotr,” you insist. Your eyes burn with unshed tears. “I can’t –I can’t be a burden. It’s not fair to everyone else if I’m getting some sort of special treatment because I’m tired.”

“You are not burden,” Piotr declares, gaze boring into yours. “You are never burden. Understand?”

“Piotr—”

“Things happen, myshka. Sometimes, our bodies just… do not work right anymore. You still deserve comfortable, happy life. Nothing is unfair about that. Nothing.” He kisses the back of your hand again when you sigh, then pats your leg. “Finish eating. We go to doctor afterwards.”

 ***

 The only way out is through.

Who would’ve guessed.

 ***

 Dr. McCoy runs a series of comprehensive tests. Thyroid, allergy, iron deficiencies, vitamin deficiencies, glucose levels—

It comes back negative. All of it.

On one hand, it’s a good thing, given that you don’t have some sort of life-threatening condition that needs treating.

On the other hand, you just feel worse. It’s like proof that you have no excuse, that you’re tired for no reason, and that you just need to try harder.

“You are trying,” Piotr says when you admit as much. He draws you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. “We just need to find tools so that trying isn’t so hard.”

“What if there’s nothing?” you ask in a horrified whisper. “What if we try everything and nothing works?”

He kisses the top of your head again. “Then that is okay, too. However you are is okay, myshka.”

 ***

 “How’s the tai chi going?”

You shrug. “It’s fine.” Nathan had switched you over to low impact exercise the second he got wind of your fatigue issues. “Wade likes to do it with me; we like to try and incorporate lame dance moves into our sets to see if Nathan’ll catch us doing it.”

Alyssa chuckles and shakes her head. “And does he?”

“He definitely did when Wade started doing the worm.”

The two of you laugh together.

“And how’s your task setting going?” Alyssa asks when you both settle back down. She grins when you scowl. “Ooh, I knew that’d be your reaction. I knew you were not going to like it one bit. You keep trying to eat the whole whale, sweetheart. You’re gonna choke!”

“I know, I know.” You sigh, frustrated and dejected in equal measure. “It’s just… hard. I used to be able to do so much more. And now –it’s like my body was stolen away from me.”

“I know, sweetheart. And I’m so sorry. But it’s important that you learn to readjust your scope for what’s reasonable and what’s not. Otherwise, you’re gonna keep spinning yourself in anxious circles –and you’re gonna keep making the fatigue worse by overworking yourself.”

You groan and rub at your face with your hands. “It just… it feels wrong! Like I’m being lazy! I don’t have a reason to be so tired.”

“Sure you do,” Alyssa says, as if it’s that simple. “Your body is healing. You spent a lifetime being traumatized and abused. Your body put itself on hold to help keep you alive. You’ve dealt with your anxiety, depression, and trauma to the point where you’re stable, so now all those years of stress and pain are finally catching up. This is your body’s way of saying ‘hey, it’s my turn!’ So, now you need to listen to it.”

“But what if I don’t get better?” you ask, voice fraying. “What if I’m like this forever?”

She shrugs, tucking her braids over her shoulder. “That could happen; the amount of trauma you went through would be more than enough to result in a permanent presentation of chronic fatigue syndrome. But it could also get better, too. There’s no point in trying to predict the outcome.”

“But if I don’t get better, I’ll have to step down from being an X-Man.”

“There is more to this life than being an X-Man, honey,” Alyssa says, smiling warmly at you. “You have an entire world to discover. You just might have to do it at a different pace than everyone else. Your goal isn’t to get back to being an X-Man. Your goal is to take care of yourself.”

You tuck your knees under your chin and wrap your arms around your legs. “That doesn’t feel like enough.”

“How come?”

“Because it’s me. I have to do more to make up for the fact that it’s me.”

Alyssa points her pen at you. “That’s the anxiety and depression talking. You are more than enough, just as you are. Your worth is not based on your productivity or what you can offer to society. It’s based on your existence as a human being, that’s all.”

You drop her gaze, opting to look down at the ornate, ocean blue rug she keeps in her office instead.

“I want you to keep working on adjusting your goal setting,” Alyssa says as she jots down a few notes in your file. “Three things a day, whether it’s chore, work, or self-care related. Nothing else goes on that list unless you need to remember to do it, like taking your meds. Okay?”

You mutter your assent.

“Attagirl. I also want you to do your positive affirmations. Three times a day, plus whenever you get caught in negative thought patterns.”

You groan and slump down on the couch. “No! Positive affirmations suck!”

“They’re wonderful,” Alyssa fires back, chuckling. “They’re so good for you, so good for your brain…” She laughs when you retch, then closes your file and stands. “Alright, sweetheart. Keep at it. I’ll see you next week.”

Piotr looks up when you walk out of Alyssa’s office. “All done?”

“She’s making me do more positive affirmations,” you grumble (you can hear Alyssa laugh at your admission).

“Ah, is good for you,” Piotr says as he ushers you down the hall. “Good to say truth out loud.”

You retch again. “Not you, too. I need to go find Wade. He’ll understand.”

Your husband chuckles and shakes his head. “Come on, myshka. Back home with you.”

“Why does it have to be so far?” you groan. “It’s so much walking.”

“Are you feeling tired?”

You sigh. “Honestly, yeah. I’m really wiped out.”

Piotr puts an arm around your shoulder in a one-armed hug. “I am sorry, moya lyubov’. Would you like me to carry you?”

“I shouldn’t need carrying.”

Piotr stops. He cups your face in his massive hands, making you look up at him. “Is not about ‘should’ or ‘should not.’ If your body needs help, then you need help.”

You hesitate, but ultimately nod. “Yeah. I’d be nice if you carried me.”

He nods. He waits until you two are outside, then kneels so you can clamber on his back. “Hop on, myshka.”

You loop your arms around his neck. You wait until he has his arms looped around your legs, then point in the direction of your house. “Home, Jeeves.”

Piotr chuckles. “I am transport service, now?”

“Damn right.” You gently slap his burly chest. “Mush. I want Poptarts.”

Piotr laughs again, then sets off across the lawn.

 ***

 You’re not alright. Not technically. Alyssa’s right that you’ve been hurt. Healing takes time, and you’re just beginning your journey.

But you’ve got Piotr. Your family. Your friends. You’ve got Dr. McCoy and Alyssa as professional support. You have a home to rest in when you’re weary.

You’re okay –and on the days that you’re not, you will be.

And that’s more than enough.

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Consequences: Chapter 13

Synopsis: Two people from two different worlds, two complete strangers come together for a night of solace from their moment of anger and hurt. By consequence, they were brought together and their fates intertwined. What will happen when the reality of the one night’s actions filled with lust and anger will hit them both? What will happen with two complete strangers who seem to have nothing in common? Or do they have more in common than they thought?

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Authors notes: Some chapters maybe NSFW or have a mature content. Also English isn’t my native language so sorry for any mistakes I make.

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Beckett Harrington x TE MC (Maeve)

**Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, some heated kiss, some D*** words, cursing**

“What are you doing here?” repeated Maeve, her arms clenching the throw blanket, pressing it closer to her chest.

“I brought you dinner. I just thought you may be hungry, as you barely left your room since we got back from the morgue,” said Beckett, nodding towards the tray, noticing how Maeve’s eyes widened when they landed on the metal tray in his hand. He could swear that he caught how her eyes lit up, but the light disappeared as quickly as it appeared, turning her eyes back to forest green. She looked at him for a moment, her mouth opened slightly and her lips forming a perfect O.

“Did you brought me a romantic dinner?” she asked, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her voice holding a teasing note trying to break an awkward silence that fell between them. Her brow raised in amazement, watching how his eyes widened, looking at the tray in his hand and how this may look.

“No... it’s just... it’s not what you think it is. It's just... I just thought that you...,” he gasped, stumbling over his words. “Never mind,” he spoke finally after taking a deep breath. ”I just thought you need to eat, that’s it. Here,” he abruptly stood up, shoving a tray onto her lap. “Also I made you my grandma’s calming herbal tea. It helped my sister... with her nerves,” he said, heading towards the door.

“Wait,” exclaimed Maeve, surprising them both by her outburst, the tray trembled in her lap from a sudden movement. “Sorry, I was just messing with you, and this... this is nice of you to make all of that for me. Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice. “Do... do you want to stay?” she asked before she could stop herself from asking the question. She could see how Beckett’s hand froze on the door’s knob and his posture tensed. Slowly he turned to face Maeve, his eyes searching her face for any indication that she was still messing with him before he spoke.

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” he asked, watching Maeve nod hesitantly. “Here is only one plate for each meal and only one set of cutlery,” he said in a whisper, giving her a chance to take the offer back. Too afraid to speak louder, knowing that his voice would betray him if he did.

“Technically, there are two forks what isn’t a set, and regarding food... you put so much food that I definitely could use some help to make sure that food wouldn’t go to waste,” Maeve said.

“Okay,” Beckett finally agreed, taking hesitant steps toward Maeve’s bed, his eyes fixed on hers this whole time, not leaving them even for a heartbeat. When he finally reached her bed, he stood quiet not sure if he should seat there or move an armchair toward her bed.

“Sit,” Maeve said finally with a smile tugging on her lips, amazed by his hesitation. “It’s not like you didn’t seat there just a moment ago.”

“Yes, but...”

“No buts just seat, please,” said Maeve, looking at him expectantly, waiting when he would finally take a place next to her. After a moment he finally sat down handing Maeve a cup of tea from the tray

“First, drink that,” he said, watching Maeve taking the cup suspiciously, sniffing at it. “It’s just a herbal tea, something my grandma made for Katrina... my sister when she was p... when she was going through a rough time,” explained Beckett. “It’s safe. I promise,” he murmured.

“Okay,” Maeve said, taking the first sip, feeling how the liquid gently coated her from inside, making nausea retreat. By the time she drunk the last drops, she could feel how her nerves became calmer, and her stomach stopped turning over.

“Feeling better,” asked Beckett, who waited patiently when she would finish her tea, watching how colors slowly started to return to her face, painting her cheeks.

“Much better,” she murmured softly, meeting Beckett’s gaze. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” mumbled Beckett before clearing his throat. “Should we?” he asked, pointing toward the tray.

“Be my guest,” she smiled, handing him a fork, before both dig into the meal.

After the first bite, the delicious sound escaped Maeve's throat, and she closed her eyes in delight, enjoying the richness of tastes. Slowly she opened her eyes, curiously looking at Beckett. As if feeling her gaze at him, he raised his eyes to meet hers, questioningly raising his eyebrow.

“What,” he asked after a moment of silence, “Did I got something on my face, and you think of the way how to tell me about that?”

“No, your face is perfectly clean. I just wondered where did you learn to cook like that? I just thought... Nevermind,” she said averting her eyes, regretting instantly the words that almost left her tongue.

Maeve, you are an idiot... she berated herself angrily, chewing nervously on her lower lip, hoping that he didn’t catch what she almost said. He just now did something nice for you... even not knowing what is happening and you wanted to tell him you thought he was just another rich boy who even doesn’t know how to switch on a microwave not to mention the stove. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I need to try and get to know him better, not to try and assault him all the time. I just need to get to know him before... before I will drop the bomb I now carry inside me on him... Before...

Her thought fell flat after she heard Beckett’s voice reached her ears, the soft deep chuckle escaping his throat, bringing her back to reality.

“What... you thought that I’m one of those rich boys who doesn’t know even how to switch on the microwave, not to mention to cook anything on the stove? Even something as simple as boiled pasta, not to mention that,” he nodded toward risotto in front of them, making Maeve blush in embarrassment, that he figured out what she wanted to tell.

“I... sorry,” she mumbled, not meeting his gaze, the slight blush still dusting her cheeks.

“Don’t be,” Beckett said with a hesitant smile before bringing another fork with food to his mouth.

“Where did you learn how to cook like that?” finally asked Maeve after a moment of silence. “Or your motto is, be best in everything or not try at all?”

“My motto may be that, but it would be no use if not for my grandma. She was the one who taught me how to cook. She loved cooking and was great at doing this, so she made sure that I and my sister knew the basics. As she always used to say, one day you will be thanking me that you have this important skill in your baggage, one day you may have no servants or money, but you always will have this knowledge and ability to feed yourself,” Beckett sigh, falling silent as the memory of his grandma flooded his mind.

“So... what other hobbies do you have?” asked Maeve after taking a sip of orange juice. “I know you are good with programming, not so bad at dancing, decent at cooking. So what else you can do,” she said, her voice filled with notes of teasing and her eyes getting back some light that she lost after the news she was keeping securely locked in the depth of her bedside table.

“Hmmmmm, I also took singing and piano lessons,” admitted Beckett after a moment. “What about you?” he quickly asked, before she could ask anything else.

The rest of their meal, they spent by sharing their interests and hobbies. Talking about the people who were important in their lives, smiling and laughing together, both forgetting for a moment of the circumstances, that brought them here.

Finishing with their meal, Maeve moved the tray to the side, sighing in satisfaction, before unconsciously rubbing her belly. Beckett’s eyes involuntarily moved to her hand, watching her action, not sure what to say anymore, unsure if he even should be here at that moment. Silently he started to rise from Maeve’s bed before she stopped him gently, placing her hand on top of his, making him freeze from the contact. His heart skipped the beat before started to race inside his chest. This touch felt so much different than every brushing and touching of their hands during the meal. Unlike those fleeting touches, this sent a current of electricity through him, setting his blood on fire. And it seemed that Maeve felt it too by the way her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted, letting the soft gasp to escape them.

“Thank you again,” she spoke in a hushed whisper, squeezing his hand. “I really had a great time. And thank you for the tea, not sure what magic did you use, but it definitely helped. I feel much better, so... thank you.”

“I’m glad it helped,” whispered Beckett in a hoarse voice, the tension between them growing, crackling, and sparkling, electrifying the air between them when their eyes met.

It seemed as if some unseen force pushed them toward each other, and their lips met halfway, hungry, and needy to be connected. Beckett’s hand instantly went to be woven into Maeve’s hair, pulling her closer, wanting to taste more of her, craving more of her. While Maeve’s hands fisted his shirt. Their lips crushed together, meeting again and again. The passion between them grew, and the tension was ready to explode, consuming both of them. Beckett’s tongue darted inside Maeve’s mouth, curling against hers, deepening the kiss as if the distance between them still felt too much, as if he couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. They both moaned in unison, their kisses heated and passionate, their hands exploring each other, their minds clouded by the desire, not able to break apart. Their kisses got more desperate as if they had no tomorrow, kissing as if not able to get enough of each other, forgetting about everything that they kept from each other, forgetting every single argument and the assumption they made. After a while that seemed like an instant, they broke apart, panting heavily for air, still only an inch apart. Their foreheads touching, their eyes closed, and their hands still holding each other close. Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and with that came realization how close they came to cross the line they weren’t ready to cross. A single thought floated in their minds so similar and so different at the same time, but as powerful and no less forbidding.

At least not now... not when she carries another man’s child. thought Beckett taking a deep breath before moving further away from the girl in front of him.

At least not now... not when he has no idea I’m carrying his child. thought Maeve, squeezing into the headboard as if trying to move as far away from him as possible.

Their eyes met, both holding a shocked expression, their lips were swollen, and their clothes wrinkled, the soft blush touching their cheeks before Beckett finally stood up, taking a tray from Maeve’s bed without saying a single word still shocked from what almost happened.

When Beckett reached the door, he turned around, clearing the throat.

“Sorry,” Beckett said hoarsely. “Have a good night,” he added before exiting the room and closing it behind him with a soft click.

His heart thundering inside his chest, and his fists clenched, never in his life was he more confused than now about his own feelings; always knowing what exactly he felt. But now, standing in the dim light of their hallway, he didn’t know what he felt. He thought that this was only lust, the feeling that originally pushed them toward each other, making them lose themselves into the whirlwind of passion, the feeling that he could explain as a chemical reaction, and the amount of alcohol they consumed. But today, today was different. It wasn’t a drunk kiss that led them to have sex, it wasn’t a kiss that was fuelled by anger or argument. This kiss was different. It was as he just couldn’t stop it, as if he felt the pull between them, the pull that he couldn’t ignore or resist even if he would try to... the issue was that he didn’t want to resist, subconsciously wanting for that kiss to happen, wanting to feel her tongue against his, to taste her sweetness. And if not the obstacles between them, he wouldn’t stop it even if his life would depend on it. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes, trying to compose himself before moving back to his room, feeling the unbearable tightness of his jeans and the straining of his hardness against the coarse material.

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The next morning Beckett woke up earlier than he would usually do, heading toward the kitchen to make breakfast. Quickly he set to work, preparing a waffle dough and breaking some eggs in the pan, meantime making a herbal tea for Maeve. He leaned against the counter, waiting for the waffles and eggs to be thoroughly cooked while sipping his coffee. The divine aroma filling the kitchen. He could hear the soft clicks of Maeve’s heels distantly coming from above, echoing along the empty hallway. He furrowed his brows to the memory of yesterday’s kiss that flooded his mind, still feeling the persistent tingling on his lips. And as much as he wanted to forget that this ever happened or push the memory of it away, he couldn’t as his thoughts brought him back to that moment, again and again, making him miserable, making him want more. He sighed heavily, rubbing his free hand over his eyes as if trying to erase the image of Maeve’s swollen lips and her lust-blown eyes from his mind, feeling how his dick twitched to attention, ready to punch something to make this image disappear.

Suddenly he heard a loud knock at the door, making Beckett to furrow his brow,  not expecting anyone at that early hour. He moved quickly toward the door, throwing it open. The moment he opened it, he froze on the spot, feeling how his fists clenched and his jaw tensed instantly, feeling the anger coursing through his blood, but trying to stay calm.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Beckett hissed through the gritted teeth, blocking the entrance. His body loomed over uninvited a guest, not letting to enter the house.

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[akshara16]

Liam×Giselle

WARNING:BE ALONE IN A ROOM😹

I finally found some inspiration thanks to some one of my friends in the fandom.So here goes....

If you feel you have a suggestion that can make my writing better please do reach out and let me know.❤

Prologue:This is from one of my favorite series from PB ,and also a fan favorite "THE ROYAL ROMANCE ".This is an actual life that Giselle and Liam start to live which they had discussed during their rendezvous to the Blue Grotto in Italy. This post basically shows their first day as a normal married couple where Giselle is a big lawyer in New York and Liam has taken up the job as a history professor in the famous university.

STARTING....

Narration:After Liam decided to abdicate the throne of Cordonia for a life filled with love with the woman he loves away from the courtly drama and gossips.They finally lead a complete life where they work during the day and have fun nights and shower each other with all the love and attention both of them give each other.

It's a very special morning for both Giselle and Liam as today it's their first day as a normal married couple.Both of them quite exhausted from last night's cardio session😉.Giselle was sound asleep,as Liam looked at her with eyes full of love and adoration for the brave woman who is now sound asleep and who is now his wife. Liam's head was on her chest so it moved with the rise and fall of her chest,as Liam once wrapped his arms tight around her,before getting up. That's when Liam remembered Giselle telling him about her ideal breakfast,so he left the bed and strolled into the kitchen of their penthouse. As Giselle slept on he prepared her favorite medium rare bacon with a side of mashed potatoes with a cup of hot coffee.After preparing the breakfast Liam went on to take a bath .But,when he got out of the shower he saw that Giselle was not in bed anymore ,that's when he exactly knew where his wife would be.He strolled into the kitchen after getting dressed up,he leaned on the wall as soon as he saw her ,still wrapped in the blanket, her hair out of place and still she is the most beautiful woman he has ever set his eyes on. Giselle was so busy eating the breakfast she didn't notice him ,so Liam slowly and very stealthily moved behind her and kissed her neck and shoulder,that's when she realized her beloved husband was standing just behind her. On receiving the kisses,Giselle moaned softly,"Hmmm.....you smell amazing,Mr.Husband".But the sound of her moan was like music to his ears,so he kissed her again and this time around she moaned a bit louder than last time.He got her to let go off the blanket wrapped around her.On seeing her naked ,Liam let out a soft groan,”You know I always thought that you couldn’t get more sexier but you never cease to surprise me.”Liam flicked the tip of her chest slowly,making her writhe under his fingers.And Giselle wasn’t one to submit easily,so she grinded her hips against his front and once again Liam lets out a soft groan.As soon as Giselle heard this she wrangled out of his grip and ran to their bedroom and while she was running she heard Liam’s voice “HEY!!!!NOT FAIR COME BACK HERE,YOU LITTLE MINX” on Giselle giggled as she leaned against the wall close to their bathroom ,breathless and naked.Soon after,Liam came running into the room and saw her still giggling but out of breath. Giselle as soon as she saw Liam he dashed into the bathroom ,thinking he won’t follow her in there since he just took a shower.But there he was stripping and walking into the shower behind her.On entering Liam took both of her arms and pinned them above her head,she was still giggling but then he saw the desire brewing in her brown eyes,and before he knew it her lips were hard against his,as she bit his lower lip and he groaned loudly,”Giss.......” he then slowly moved to shower kisses on Giselle’s weakest spot,that is her neck and then moved lower to kiss the between her chest,then sucking the tips of both her chest and teasing her by taking it between his teeth which gave him the reaction he was expecting,Giselle let out a moan,”Hmmmmmmm.......ohhh,,,Leee”.

Liam took this opportunity to  slip his hands between her inner thighs,working his way up and touching her sensitive spot,Giselle took a sharp breath and moaned softly,"Hmmmmm......." Liam then inserted his finger inside her and that's when he realized how wet she was ,so he started moving his finger inside her ever so slowly ,and after a few more thrusts with his finger ,he then rubbed her clit with his thumb and so sending Giselle to the edge and without breaking rythm,Liam lowered himself in front of her and flicked his tongue against her center making her shiver under his touch,as Liam continued is slow torture ,Giselle arched her back and kept her hands in his hair,to anchor herself as her knees became wobbly from the pleasure.

Giselle finally unable to resist anymore brought Liam back up to her lips and kissed him hard,his mouth tasting of her.This time around she pinned Liam against the wall and touched him with her hands ,her hands so soft,Liam moaned as Giselle kissed his neck while moving her hand against his length.Giselle ran her hands lower and then lowering herself ,and licking him from the tip to the end,as Liam drew in a sharp breath. Then finally,on seeing the desire drip from his face,maintaining eye contact she took him in all the way once in her mouth,and now using both her hands and mouth ,heightening the pleasure further for Liam.She occasionally grazed her teeth along his length making him shudder under her touch,Giselle loved that she had such an effect on him.

Within a few moment,Liam lifted Giselle up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him in one fluid motion as she now tasted of him.Liam leaned in,took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged on it and whispered in her ear," You are a Goddess,and you take my breath away everytime I look into your deep brown eyes" ,and catching Giselle by surprise ,he entered her completely all at once.

Giselle's eyes widened at the sudden pleasure,and muffled her moan by biting her lip and threw her head back,"Oooooohhhh!!" .Liam again pinned her against the wall and started thrusting,every single one,awakening parts of her body,she never knew existed,Liam dipped his head down and sucked her nipples hard,and to send her over the edge taking them between his teeth and tugging on them,and using his free hand to flick the other nipple .Giselle started bucking her hips to increase the pace.Giselle moaned loudly,"Lee,I am-......" her sentence cut off as she shuddered with pleasure ,her toes curling as she threw her head back ,Liam followed her soon after a few more thrusts.He then carried her to their bedroom and laid her down on the bed and climbed in after her,putting his head on her chest,his happy place as he says it.Both of them laid there panting after their intense act,both of them silent.

After a few moments,Giselle broke the silence,"Hey,I was thinking maybe we should have our friends over,for a house warming party,don't you think?"

Liam looked up to her and replied,"I don't think that will be a good idea."On hearing his answer Giselle raised her brows in question,Liam continued further to explain himself,"You see today we were supposed to go to work,and instead here we are ,still in our bed,not able to keep our hands off of each other."He interlaced their fingers before continuing,"And I hope I needn't remind you of the time,when they almost walked in on us in the sauna."

On hearing this Giselle chuckled and said, "Well you were the one who couldn't stop himself from moaning."

Liam rolled his eyes and said,"You are the one who intentionally made me moan...but,anyways I suggest that we stay home for another week and invite our friends home later,besides I am not ready to share you yet." The desire was clear on his eyes.

Soon,after a few rounds of this friendly banter, they both agreed and decided to join their work and invite their friends over after a week.And soon,both of them slipped into deep sleep,after their intense act and also since both of them haven't slept enough in almost a week,due to obvious reasons.😜

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I would like to thank my friend from the fandom who read this and gave me her opinion.So thank you,and if you want me to add you to the list of tags ,do text me.💓

@kaavyaethanramsey I love you,sis ....forever grateful to have you in my life❤😘

[sabine-leo]

A little imagine that wanted to be written after I saw this picture!

Author: @sabine-leo​

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x You

Genre: FLUFF & SMUT

He was so unbelievably tired after his long commute home and the past intensive weeks of filming. Sitting down for a moment to take a deep breath and rub his face to get rid of some of the tiredness Tom looked around and smiled. He was home! With another deep breath his smile deepened. A waft of your favourite fragrance still lingered in the air. His gaze wandered around to find more of your touch in his, now finally your shared home. Some fresh flowers on the coffee table. A new pillow on the sofa. Your current read laying open on the table, next to it he found a hand written note.

Welcome Home my love!

If you are not too tired, your favourite food is waiting in the fridge.

Can´t wait to be back in your arms!!

LOVE YOU!

Tom smiled and touched your signature under those sweet lines. He personally thought he´d hit the jackpot when he found you. If you got asked you said that it was the other way around. You couldn´t believe that a man like him loved you with all his heart.

Getting up to take a refreshing shower, unpack and put his clothes in the washer he hoped he could kill the time until you´d come home from work. Tom busied himself until he had done everything his sleep deprived brain could think of. He decided to take a look in the fridge and grinned. There were 2 dishes ready to heat up, his stomach rumbled but he would prep the table for 2 and wait until you were home instead of eating alone. Said and done Tom set up the small table in the livingroom with a white cloth, a (unlit) candle and a single flower he stole out of your arrangement. Happy with his work he made the mistake to sit comfortably down on the sofa. It didn´t take more than 2 minutes and he was fast asleep in a sitting position. He didn´t even hear you keying open the door 45 minutes later. Quietly you walked into the livingroom and saw the table. A smile spread on your face and it got even bigger as you saw the man that held your heart sleeping on the sofa. Walking over you bend down and breathed a kiss onto his eyelids, his nose and finally his lips.

“Hmmmmm” Tom rumbled sleepily and without opening his eyes one of his hands found the back of your neck, the other sneaked around your hip to tug you onto his lap.

“Wake up sleeping beau!” You whispered near his lips. He wouldn´t let you withdraw anyway.

“Kiss me some more!” he rasped and initiated a long and unhurried kiss that felt like a thousand butterfly kisses on your skin. Tom let the hand from your hip glide under your shirt to fill his need to touch your soft skin. “Welcome home Thomas!” You whispered smiling and nudged his nose with yours. Tom smiled and hid his face in the crock of your neck. Inhaling your scent and leaving a trail of sweet kisses up your jawline and back to your lips. He opened his eyes for the first time now and the intensity of his staggering blue eyes hit you like a freight train. His deep voice only added to the feeling of fuzzy, warm and intense love you felt for him. “Hello Darling!” The wicked little grin toying with his lips told you he knew full well what he did to you.    

You stole a kiss and smiled as he licked his lips afterwards. “Tired?” You asked but Tom shook his head. “Hungry?” You tried again and he nodded. “Then I better get up and heat the dinner, you did a lovely job prepping the table!” Tom smiled but he wouldn´t let you get up. He looked at you all intense and with a burning hunger in his eyes.

“Thomas?!” You asked and yelped as he flipped you over to spread you out on the sofa, instantly covering you with his whole body on top of yours. “I´m the one how needs to do the heating up…” he grinned and began to kiss you open mouthed.

“Heated up enough?” he asked with a wicked grin after a while and began to undress you.

“Seething!” You said with a deep smile that was echoed by his as he opened his pants and stood to get rid of them…and of his shirt. His next move was to rid you of yours. A hard tug and they were gone. You bit your lip as you saw him standing there in all his naked glory, fully aroused and eating you up with his eyes. Tom sat down on the sofa and you straddled him.

“I need this gone!” he rasped and shoved your blouse of your shoulders. The bra was next and as you slowly lowered yourself on him, he sucked in your nipple and twirled his tongue around it.

“Oh god Tom!” You gasped and he pushed you down the rest of the way, kissing his way up to your lips to entangle them with his own. His hands on your hips urged you to move and the slow rhythm quickly got more heated and needy as the both of you found pleasure in aligning your bodies like you knew it pleased the other. Tom never stopped to kiss you. His hands roamed your body and you knew the moment he was close to losing himself was near as he pulled you up and took a deep breath. But you didn´t want to stop, so you bit his lip and said

“Give me all you have!” before you took him in again.

Tom groaned out and spilled himself inside you after three deep thrusts. The twitching inside, his buckling hips and seeing the pleasure on his face made you fall over the edge too. And Tom knew how to make it last as he felt your walls convulsing around him. A long finger of his rubbed the little bud of nerves and made you cry out as another wave of lust crashed through you.

“You are so beautiful!” He gasped and stroked down your back as you collapsed against him.

Shivering out of sheer pleasure you kissed his chest and rested your head in the crock of his neck. “I love you Tom!” Tom hugged you close and kissed your forehead.

“As I love you! I am glad I am back home!”

For a moment the both of you just held each other close and let your heartbeats slow down again.

Toms stomach rumbled and you looked up and laughed. “I guess that means that I have to do the heating up now!” Chuckling, Tom kissed you and nodded.

“If you´d be so kind! I´ll put on some music and light the candle…”  

With a soft gasp you stood up and stole his discarded shirt to cover yourself.  

“Stop wooing me with music and candles Hiddleston I already moved in with you!” you teased and went into the kitchen.

Tom laughed slowly and hopped into his boxers before engulfing you with his arms from behind.

“You did, but I need to woo you some more…how else will I get you to marry me and put a little Thomas or (Y/N) inside here…” his hand spread on your belly as he kissed your neck.  

“Tom…” you said  a little emotional. “…would you say yes?” he asked softly.

A little grin spread on your face. “Ask me and you will find out!”

Laughing Tom sighed. “Alright!” He let go of you and went down on one knee.

Shocked you turned and looked down on him. “You are not!” you gasped but were prepared to say yes anyway. Chuckling Tom lifted your shirt to kiss your belly.

“Oh, believe me darling. I will… soon! But for now, I am content knowing that you didn´t yell NO at any of the two things I said to you…”

Blushing a little you watched him get up and pin you against the countertop.

“Maybe we should do it again…to practice!”

Ducking out under his arms you looked at him with a somewhat stern expression.

“Go put the music on and light the candle Hiddleston! There will be no practice until you ate something!” Tom grinned and bowed mockingly. “As my lady wishes!”

He was on his way into the Livingroom as he heard what was meant only for your own ears.

“I`d say yes anytime…”

Tom smiled so bright it hurt as he went into his bureau retrieving a small black box from a drawer…

Note: For my A smile to remember and Dreadful Silence series readers. There will be comming new chapters after I´m back from London and got some new inspirations seeing Tom in Betrayal!! LOVE YOU!

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[nbapprentice]

there’s so, so, SO much nonsense surrounding this game that i’m gonna do my best to separate it into digestible bits, with its own categories. even then this is... wow. it’s big.

Warning tags will be added at the start of every section, but the general gist is: incest, pedophilia mentions, fetishization of rape and abuse, fetishization of mlm, fetishization of people of color, racism, ableism, nb erasure and transphobia. aside of the warnings, this post will also touch upon Scummy Business Practices

let’s get going

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber: #incest #pedophilia#rape and abuse fetishization #homophobia

tl;dr: dana loves incest porn, elle loves guy on guy rape, and the both of them are friends with at least one pedophile

dana rune has run, is still running an incest zine (please visit my faq on what i think about “thats not really incest” and “it’s just fictional!”). The Arcana, as a dev team, clearly does not care, as shown in their e-mail responses.

dana also very much doesn’t care and has reacted to any criticism on this by dismissing people and blocking actual incest victims who tried to contact her about it claiming it was for her “mental health”

in some tweets she claims she “interprets” the characters as not siblings, but she never really cared enough to cover her ass when it all began (she happily admits she’d “cross the incest line”)

dana has commissioned artists who also ship incest, draw near-pedophilic art that’s supposed to pass as acceptable because the character involved is supposedly not a minor despite looking like a child down to wearing pigtails (the character is also wearing a racist-ass belly dancer outfit), AND even made white-washed fanart of The Arcana.

dana follows twitter user kapymui who also produces incestuous Fire Emblem art

dana has retweeted omocat long after it came out that omocat is, at the very least, consuming pedophilic content (on “omocat didn’t know what shota meant!”: yes they did)

moving on, elle has a long, long, LONG history of fetishizing mlm and the rape and abuse that comes with yaoi and had a rich, RICH “yaoi” tag before they deleted their tumblr

they curiously deleted their tumblr right after i made this reblog

shortly after that, tumblr user thalassiq remade and started attacking and insulting any blogs criticizing them - even people providing support in IMs. Since this doesn’t match Dana and Elle’s normal pity parties I’m personally willing to believe they were just a person wanting to start shit - but it’s so telling how Elle used this chance to dismiss everyone who disagrees with them by calling them “children” and did not even bother to offer a kind word to people who were harassed and even had their trauma mocked by this person. It costs 0 dollars to say “that was not me but I’m sorry about people who were hurt.”

Dana and Elle are close with Ava’s Demon creator Michelle Czajkowski aka that one person who endorses child porn of her characters, and even had her draw a promo image for the game. Michelle has been creating highly sexualized content of her minor characters for a while now.

ok so elle and dana are gross freaks, how is that related to the game?

oh it’s very very related

Dana Rune’s and Elle’s lack of moral fiber that’s Actually Inside The Game or The Game’s Blog: now with more #racism #fetishization of poc and mlm #whitewashing #fat hate #pedophilia #nb erasure #transphobia

tl;dr: the arcana is filled to the brim with racism! so much of it! haha holy shit! and that’s not even where it ends!!!

their game is rated PG-13 but includes incredibly sexual situations such as Julian making this fucking face while getting off on pain. This isn’t the only time Dana and Elle use their videogame aimed at young teens to showcase their kinks and fetishes. I have no issue with NSFW or titillating content, as long as it’s rated accordingly. This content is NOT and it’s a blatant disregard for their audience just to have a larger, more pliable demographic and have more money sent their way.

if you start your argument with “well, teenagers look at porn” 1. shut up 2. theres a HUGE difference between teenagers going after adult content aimed at adults, and adults creating content they know will be seen by kids barely starting puberty

as pointed above, dana has 0 qualms literally commissioning people who make whitewashed fanart of her own fucking game that’s supposed to be all about the inclusivity and safe spaces

thearcanagame blog has a pattern of reblogging whitewashed fanart (before you come in swinging with the good ole “ITS THE LIGHTING”: 1. no it isnt 2. the artist should’ve picked better lightning then 3. i draw and post shit online too so dont come telling me i just dont understaaaand),

fanart of their fat characters showed skinnier than they are in their sprites (although to be real for a moment - Portia is curvy at most and them behaving she’s fat rep is HILARIOUS).

going back to NSFW content: nadia and asra are overwhemlingly sexualized in the game, and were the first to have sexualized CGs and sprites introduced.

CGs: Asra’s here, here aND HERE, Nadia’s here with a NSFW warning because she’s just got her whole fucking ass out. Sprites: Asra’s thank god for whoever compiled it all in one image, Nadia’s and once again, NSFW warning lmfao!

Julian’s sprites on the other hand are noticeably tamer, including the one where he’s fucking strapped in leather. His only sexual (NSFW warning because its literally softcore tentacle porn WHICH, ONCE AGAIN, SHOULDN’T BE PUT IN A GAME AIMED AT 13YOS) CGs were also included months after Nadia and Asra received any of theirs.

Through all of the updates, people have constantly requested that Asra and Nadia’s sexualization be toned down, and time after time The Arcana just churned out fetishistic, hypersexualized content at an absurd rate, especially when compared to the one white love interest.

Oh, speaking of the one white love interest: Julian is based off of Jeff Goldblum (this is not spectulation - they p much bring it up at any given time) but like. If Jeff Goldblum was white. They base their favorite love interest off their supposed favorite man in the world but casually leave his skin tone behind. Lmao.

they also play favorites very obviously - in the prologue, Nadia and Asra have a romance paid scene each. Julian has a scene... that requires no coins. Julian was also the first LI to receive three CGs, two of them requiring no coins, while both Asra’s and Nadia’s first CGs were behind a paywall

Dana and Elle have been notoriously skittish about confirming or denying their characters’ ethnicities. After hyping for weeks on thearcanagame that they would confirm the character’s races they basically made a post that amounted to “well they’re not white lol!”

they only relented after the perfectly understandable outrage... and posted a thread about it on Elle’s twitter. Nothing on the actual thearcanagame blog. Anyway, here’s the thread. Note how there’s mention of Julian being Jeff Goldblum... but nothing about him and Portia being Jewish (or “fantasy Jewish” as it were).

The one time they did confirm their jewishness dana then backpedaled and said she shouldn’t have done that lol.

another fun tidbit of how well The Arcana handles race and how much it cares about feedback from fans: an ask was sent about an anon begging for Nadia to step on them. The blog, with the finesse of a bunch of horny dumbasses, didn’t just publish the ask, but approved of it (even though the fans of color had long, long, LONG been telling everyone not to fetishize Nadia into a “step on me kween” wet dream). People were outraged, of course, and the blog ~apologized~ and said they were still learning.... then a new chapter included a scene of Nadia stepping on the Apprentice. 🙃

not to mention elle, on their twitter, made a passive aggressive “women can be doms?” tweet, trying to twist it into a “yr oppressing women” angle (when the issue is that women of color are always constantly portrayed as aggressive and domineering)

Now for a wombo combo of racism and Elle’s fetishization of mlm:

the devs have spoken at length of how Julian’s and Asra’s relationship was quite unhealthy. In a paid scene in Asra’s route, they’re depicted as Asra being disgusted w Julian touching him+Julian following Asra to his shop when Asra refused his offer to go with him (aka julian... stalked him lmfao).

.......... this scene is promptly followed by a highly sexual scenario where Julian’s pain fetish is played up. Remember how this game is rated PG-13? Me neither. Asra’s previous disgust with Julian is also forgotten, for some reason (and by some reason i mean Elle wants to make them fuck w/o buildup or logic).

Then Asra’s route has yet another paid scene dedicated to Asrian, even though he’s supposed to not even like Julian! And be head over heels with the Apprentice! But Elle just has to make these two be entangled despite insisting their relationship was not good for either of them!

Now here’s the kicker: Julian doesn’t have any paid scenes related to his romance with Asra. Note how it’s one of the brown LIs whose route is highjacked by the white LI, but not vice versa. Hmmmmm.

Now, on the topic of Asra: thearcanagame has said repeatedly that he’s nb and uses he/him pronouns, and promised (since last year) that there would be dialogue where he speaks about his gender

as of the making of this post such dialogue still does not exist

so basically asra is the nb to dumbledore’s gay: anyone who just plays the game w/o keeping up with the official blog has no idea of what asra’s gender is supposed to be.

aka he’s not nb. he’s just a cis guy. the arcana just doesn’t want to put its money where its mouth is, i dont care if elle is nb themself. the team made a promise which has not been fulfilled yet and i suspect will not be.

instead, our introduction to canon nb characters is... these two.

By “these two” i mean neither vulgora nor valdemar are even fucking human, and stick out like sore thumbs with their monstruousness.

so our nb rep is... non-human villains. a few books later one of Nadia’s sisters with they/them pronouns shows up, but that’s too little too late on top of the fact that we should’ve known Asra was nb from the first to begin with. It’s a fucking embarrassment and an insult.

at least two villains are visibly disabled (Lucio’s missing arm and Volta’s blind eye+intentionally asymmetrical face). Julian’s eye doesn’t count because, spoilers, he’s not lacking an eye and even if he was it’d still be hidden behind a dashing eyepatch instead of grotesquely displayed as a sign of his lacking morality.

BUT WAIT! IT DOESN’T EVEN END THERE!

The Arcana Exploits The App Business Model To Price Their Full Game at $500, $1000 if the three extra routes make it out, and they never delivered their Kickstarter rewards:

tl;dr: you heard me

the original price per route was planned on being $1.99

they took that “subject to change” really seriously, it seems, because now each route, once the game is fully out, is estimated to cost around $170 each.

both those screenshots are taken from this post which explains in detail just how truly scummy all of The Arcana’s business model and decisions are: https://mysticmicrotransactions.tumblr.com/post/174308723344/dishonesty-from-the-arcana

the tl;dr is basically what’s listed in the beginning of this section, but other highlights from that post are: the use of addictive gambling mechanics such the Wheel of Fortune, and the dazzling calls to action in the new mini-game.

something that The Arcana supporters forget (or choose to ignore) is the fact that for a long, long time the game did not have the mini-game or the log-in rewards for coins. Players depended only on the gambling of the WoF or paying absurd amounts of money for the new chapters.

the devs went from playing the victims who were unable of controlling prices to (as spoken of in the link from mysticmicrotransactions) saying the making of the game (a pathetic little app game backed by a studio and a kickstarter) justifies the prices

they also gave people false hope about maybe changing the prices in the future, all while bleeding money from loyal players in “micro” transactions

the arcana literally added a $99.99 coins option on their latest update

in case it hasn’t sunk in yet: you can pay a hundred dollars upfront to the arcana, and you still will not have access to the whole game

there is no defense to this

none

“it’s free stop whining” let me explain:

“spend months on end accumulating fake currency or pay hundreds of dollars up-front to be able to play” is a scummy business model no matter how you look at it

if i can spend $60 upfront to play an AAA game there’s no excuse to demand more than that for a game with much smaller and, honestly, inferior content

the combination of there being already far and few games featuring lgbt characters and characters of color AND the little cult of personality set up by Dana and Elle makes people feel that spending money to support them is an acceptable expense.

it’s not

manipulating people into spending ridiculous amounts of money and then claiming “it’s their choice” is just scummy business, baby, and thats all the arcana does

the devs are brats who instead of admitting $500 is absurd for a game instead write petty little caricatures into their game - like, lbr: dana, elle, if i could afford diamonds in my hair i wouldn’t have even bothered with your shitstain of a game

despite bragging that ppl would get the full story w/o needing to pay, the paid scenes are pretty much required - the first few books of julian’s route have no romance without accessing any of the paid options. you dont even get so much as a kiss in without handing coins over. many, many people were baffled when julian had a teary break-up scene when from their perspective they hadn’t even started building a relationship.

wow that’s more than i ever thought it’d be

and i’ve been aware of their bullshit for near a whole year now!

i don’t have much of a note to end this on, other than: the arcana just isn’t even that good. it suffers from weak writing, pathetic character development and above all actually harmful content. do not try to argue with me on any of these points unless you’ve read all of that, because whatever you have to say i’ve likely mentioned before. if you still are that determined to yell at a me on the internet, please preface your argument with the phrase “I’m a pee pee poo poo man” so I know you’ve read everything in here. thank you!