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[mischievousmoony]

Hiiii!!! i absolutely love your writing and i wonder if you wouldn’t mind writing a james potter x fem!reader thingy. Basically where she is out with some

friends that are absolute dicks and basically they ‘dare’ her to walk home in the dark alone whilst she is drunk and she agrees became se she just wants them to like her but she realises how much of an idiot she is and so she walks to James’ house where he comforts her and stuff.

if not don’t worry

love you!!!!

changed the prompt up a little hope it's okay lovie <3 i also made it a bit long for my definition of a drabble but thats ok hopefully u think the more words the merrier luv u

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 2.3k ⟢ warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, intoxication, social anxiety briefly mentioned, implications of how dangerous the situation was, for some reason i used this as an opportunity to practice writing imagery so sorry if it's too much

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The sharp, crisp wind nips at your skin as you walk down the shadowy, deserted London streets, the echo of your heels clicking against the pavement being the only sound that punctures the eerie silence.

A misty breath passes your lips and you hug yourself a little tighter, your hands making futile attempts at smoothing the goosebumps that dot your arms. You mentally curse yourself for listening to your "friends" when they said a jacket would ruin your outfit, wondering if this was their plan all along.

More tears fall as your mind wanders back to the friends you thought you were making and the bitter wind swiftly dries them against your cheeks, leaving your skin tacky with the salty residue.

What was supposed to be an opportunity to forge new friendships with some girls from your class took a devastating turn when they all crammed into a taxi without you, leaving you tipsy and stranded with their parting taunts ringing in your ears.

"Wait, we won't all fit," you had jabbered facetiously, the gravity of the situation not yet apparent to your drunk mind as you clumsily stumbled towards the car, your heel catching on a crack in the pavement.

One of the girls snickered as she wrenched the door of the black cab open, "That's a shame, innit?"

"I suppose you'll have to find another way home," another girl remarked, the others laughing along, barely bothering to suppress their amusement.

The carefree smile you sported faded from your face, feelings of dread and alarm creeping up your chest as you murmured, "My phone is dead, I won't be able to call a car."

"Sounds like you'll be walking home tonight," one of them sneered with a cruel edge.

"W-what?" you stammered, your chest rising and falling with a frantic rhythm as the sobering situation sinks in, "Walking back to my flat would take close to an hour."

The last girl to pile into the car— the one who originally extended the invitation to their night out with warmth and enthusiasm— looked up at you from her seat in the taxi with a mix of feigned sympathy and cruel delight. Her eyes gleamed with sly satisfaction as she leaned out of the car and took the door handle into her grasp.

"Well, then you better start," she declared, her tone punctuated by a mocking laugh and the slam of the car door.

You wish you could say that there was a sudden flip in their behavior the moment the taxi pulled up, but the abrasive way they conducted themselves around you all night should have had you running ages ago. But your naivety and desperation to make friends clouded your judgement, you supposing that it might simply take more than one night for the girls to warm up to you.

The sound of the car screeching away still rings in your ears as you brave the streets alone, trudging in the opposite direction of your flat. The hour walk to your home— more if you walked along the safest path you could think of— was too daunting on your mind. Your desperation to get off the streets steered you to your boyfriend's instead, his flat being half as far as yours.

If it weren't for the overwhelming unease you felt, you might have been too embarrassed to face James tonight. But your nervous edge was enough to send you hastily fleeing to his flat, it being well into the A.M., and you being alone— dressed in an outfit you were only comfortable wearing around a swarm of girls you thought had your back— and barely able to hold your own after medicating your social anxiety with a few too many cocktails.

When you finally arrive at the familiar stoop to James' place, you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you stagger up the stairs, leaning heavily on the iron railing for support.

Your knocking is incessant as you mutter pleas under your breath, desperately hoping James is sleeping lightly tonight. It feels like more time has passed than it actually has by the time the door creaks open.

James appears in the doorway, clearly just out of bed. His hair is tousled more than usual, stray strands sticking out unevenly over his forehead, and his clothes are wrinkled from tossing around in his sleep. He straightens out his glasses that lay crooked over the bridge of his nose as he processes your presence, his face a blend of sleepiness and alarm.

You utter his name weakly, a fragile quiver that reveals your vulnerability and distress. James' heart breaks at the sound and he wordlessly pulls you inside and envelopes his arms around you. You let him pull you in and your hands find the plush cotton of his jumper, gripping onto it like a lifeline.

James' mind races with worry, trying to piece together what could have happened to put you on his doorstep, tearful and distraught, in the middle of the night. He knows that you had gone out for some drinks at some bar downtown. He also knows that you weren't supposed to be alone and that you were supposed to take a taxi home— these being the answers to questions he asked earlier to ensure your safety.

The possibilities of what could have went wrong fill him with a profound sense of dread, and he tries not to let himself get carried away with the nightmares that swirl around in his mind.

Wrapped in his arms, you kick your heels off to the side somewhere. The shoes were killing you, and one more second in them and you might have collapsed into a heap on the floor.

James can feel you tremble against him when you settle, a result of the cold and lingering fear from being outside, inebriated and alone.

"You're freezing," he whispers, his voice hoarse from his recent slumber and edged with worry as his large hands come to rub your arms. He frowns at the iciness of your skin.

It's James' first instinct to break the embrace and tug at his collar, pulling the jumper from his own back to drape its warmth over you instead, leaving him only in his joggers that hang lazily from his hips.

The cotton is still warm with his body heat when it cocoons you and the scent of him on the fabric brings you comfort. You sniffle pathetically when you meet James' large, sorrowful eyes that brim with concern as your head pops free from the jumper's collar. He smoothes the fabric over your body quickly before his hands climb up to your face.

The pads of his thumbs sweep away stray tears as he cups your face, his fingers brushing softly along your jawline as he tilts your head to meet his troubled eyes.

"What happened?" he asks, notes of concern in his voice as his thumbs trace soothing shapes into your cheekbones.

An anguished whimper sounds in your throat and more tears begin to spill. You shake your head, unable to find your voice to explain.

"That's okay," he murmurs, pulling you back into his chest as he cradles your head in his hands, "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You're safe."

He coos tender words of comfort and reassurance in your ear, his voice steady and soothing. One hand lowers to gently rub your back until the tremors in your body gradually subside and you begin to feel a sense of security build back up.

James only pulls away when the rise and fall of your chest slows to a steady rhythm. Brown eyes meet yours and he offers a reassuring smile. He murmurs words of beckoning and leads you deeper into his flat. He doesn't take you far, just to his sofa so he can get you off your feet. You're thankful, the blisters from your heels becoming almost unbearable to stand on.

Your boyfriend sits first, gingerly pulling you down onto his lap, both craving your closeness and understanding just how much you need him right now. You curl up with your legs folded in front of you and your knees drawn close to your chest, your side pressed snugly against his torso. One of his arms wraps around your back for support, while the other rests casually over your legs, his large hand comfortably settling on the back of your thigh.

His head lulls forward until he can nuzzle into your hair, his breath warm against your ear as he softly prompts, "Think you can tell me what happened now?"

You sniffle once, letting your lungs fill with air before you stammer into a hesitant explanation. Still embarrassed over the whole ordeal, everything comes out in a small, quivering voice, starting with the awkward tension at the bar and ending with the way they laughed as they cruelly left you on the curb.

A whirlpool of emotions rages in James' chest. He doesn't understand how anyone could be unkind to his lovely girl, and he certainly doesn't understand how anyone could be so heinous to leave a person alone on the street like that.

James swallows hard, his next question living on the tip of his tongue until he has the strength to ask it. His tone is unwaveringly serious, low and intense in its level of concern, when he finally does.

"Baby, please tell me you walked straight here. No one gave you any trouble?"

"No," you shake your head, "no trouble."

James feels his whole body relax at your words, and a noise hitches in the back of his throat as he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. The overwhelming flood of relief and emotion threatens to bring him to tears, but he manages to hold them back. His eyes close briefly as he presses closer, his nose smooshing against the side of your head as he presses kisses behind your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut too as you allow James to cradle you in his arms. You think about how you almost tripped a few times, but you know that's not exactly what James is worrying about. Although, you can imagine he'd fuss over that too, checking your knees and palms for scuffs and kissing the skin there just because you could've hurt it.

As you feel the tension drain from his body beneath you, you think about how his fears mirrored your own.

"I was scared there would be," you admit in a small voice.

"I know my darling girl. I'm so sorry," he leans back, tilting his head to the side so he can meet your gaze. You don't miss how his eyes are glassy when they lock onto yours with calming intensity, "You're safe now, I've got you." He presses his lips to your forehead, lingering there as he mumbles, "I'm sorry this happened."

"I thought I was making friends," you choke out, the words cracking with the weight of the betrayal.

James feels his heart break all over again.

"Those girls don't deserve to have you as friend."

"But I want friends. It was so easy in secondary school. I've always had you, and Lily, Sirius, Remus. Everyone."

James listens intently, his sympathetic eyes gazing upon yours once again.

"I'm all alone at uni. And I don't why nobody likes me," you finish in anguish.

James promptly moves his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, "Listen to me. You're lovely, so lovely. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, alright? You're going to find people who think so too."

"And you have me," he corrects. "You still have all of us. I know things are different now, and I bet you're missing having friends in your classes, yeah? But uni's only just started. You're gonna find your people."

"You think so?"

"I know so, lovely girl," he says, his thumb flicking the tip of your nose endearingly, "I was already a goner the first time I spoke to you. And if I remember correctly, you and Lily were thick as thieves after one day of knowing each other. Right?"

You hum affirmatively, remembering the first days of friendship with the people you now call family.

"See? You're good at making friends. It's 'cause you're amazing, anyone with a brain can see that. Those girls are just bloody idiots." James' features take on a sour look when he thinks about them, but with you in his arms, he can't sustain his irritation for long— especially not with you smiling prettily at his words.

"There's that smile," he mumbles fondly, and your giggle is music to his ears. You stay like that for a moment, trading smiles and tender caresses.

Eventually, James' expression shifts, his brow furrowing as he becomes stern.

"Next time you go out, I'm gonna pick you up. I don't care how late, I don't care who you're with. And I'm buying you a portable charger for that phone."

"Okay, Jamie," you agree softly, recognizing the firmness in his voice that leaves no room for argument, and finding it a bit endearing how fiercely he cares for you.

He relaxes again with a sigh. His hand, which still remains cupping your cheek, pulls you a fraction closer.

"I'm happy you're safe, love. I'm happy you came here." Each of his words is wrapped with sincerity and affection. "I love you," he says earnestly.

"I love you too," you whisper, the same depth of emotion laced in your words.

He guides you even closer, meeting you halfway with a tender kiss to your lips. It's a beautiful blend of sweetness and innocence, a soft brush of lips that envelopes you in a blanket of sweet serenity, making you forget what it was ever like to be scared.

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[amsznn]

LIGHT SHOWERS - m. sturniolo

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you couldn’t help but gaze outside the window for what felt like the 100th time. watching as the droplets of rain came down on your boyfriend’s car.

you two had decided to go out and get some food but little did you know that mother nature would greet you with rain. nonetheless, you two still went as you were already at the food place and it would take too long to order.

matt parked his car in front of the place and insisted that you stayed in the car so you “wouldn’t get sick.” you found it sweet but you already knew that you would be taking care of him once he caught a cold since he was only wearing a hoodie and some sweats.

your gaze shifted onto your boyfriend who was slightly running to the car with the food in his hands. he swung his door open and plopped into his seat, handing you the food which you quickly took.

you couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s state. completely drenched, and out of breath. matt shot you a quick glare before starting the car.

“seriously, the sun was just out 10 minutes ago.” he sighed before pulling out of the parking lot. “thats nature for ya.” you said while smiling. he couldn’t help but reciprocate the affectionate smile as well.

you both made it back home and by the time you got inside matt was drenched even more and you were drenched now as well.

“shower?” you suggested while kicking off your shoes. “what about the food, it’ll get cold.” matt asked while setting the bag down on the counter.

“we’ll just reheat it, cmon.” you said while pulling him towards your shared room.

“okay.” matt complied as he followed you. he knew he would follow you to the end of the earth if that situation occurred. he would comply with any suggestion you would think of. he enjoyed these little moments with you, so much so that he’s not even mad he’ll probably get sick from the rain.

he’s just happy with you.

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a/n: light drabble because i feel bad for not writing for a minute :(. but i see your guys’ requests and im sorry for taking time. i would rather take long and have it be enjoyable instead of rushing and it being ass. hope you all understand! updated masterlist coming soon!

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[moon-buggg]

SCP au drabble

set a week after YN gets taken to the facility, basic au info here

warnings: yn was kidnapped by an offbrand scp foundation after they didn't get killed by Moon and thats whats being discussed and im not sure how to tag that. Yn is a little emotionally dumb, flirty sun

no word count because I wrote this in the tumblr post maker in a frenzied haze

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"You are stuck here... because of us?" Sun asks, carefully, tentatively. His, frankly, absurdly tall body hunches over so he can be at eye level. Under any other circumstances, you'd be terrified of the strange creature trying to comfort you. As is, his presence is incredibly comforting; the sole friendly face in a sea of questionable actors.

"I mean, pretty sure they expected Moon to kill me," Sun flinches just slightly, ears tilting ever so slightly back, "so I don't think I was ever meant to leave this stupid place, anyways."

You'd fallen asleep in the darkness of what you now know as Sun and Moon's room, and had awoken to several researchers and armed guards preparing you for a barrage of tests. Those first few days had been a horrible mess of exhausting tests and tedious interviews as your white-coated captors tried desperately to discover what made you different.

Why you'd survived.

They still hadn't found anything, but at least the tests seemed to be slowing down ever so slightly. After an uneventful introduction to the more passive, daytime version of the thing they expected to kill you, it was decided that you'd be allowed to visit him once every other day.

Jury seemed to still be out on if it was worth risking another encounter with Moon.

"It's not your fault," you add after a beat of silence, "or Moon's for that matter. You're both trapped here just as much as I am."

A soft, crooning sound rumbles out from Sun's chest as he slinks back into a seated position that leaves him still about a head taller than you. Gentle lights pulse across his fur, barely visible under the harsh fluorescent lights. He seems to struggle to find the right words, before giving up.

Carefully, as if approaching a startled animal, he reaches out a hand. When you don't react to the long claws coming at you, he continues. Turning over his hand to keep those sharp claws decisively away from you, he runs his knuckles over your head in a clear attempt at a comforting gesture.

It's startling how much it works.

"Oh starlight, far too kind for a place like this." His voice is soft and quiet in a way that makes your face feel warm. You choose not to think about it too hard. "You shouldn't be locked away."

"Neither should you." The words are harsh and automatic, and seem to startle Sun who draws back as if burnt. His glowing fur brightens significantly, its starting to get uncomfortable to look at, actually.

He recovers quickly.

"There you go," the words are teasingly chiding, "proving me right starlight." He reaches a long claw out again, this time using his knuckle to gently boop your nose.

He bends, using his long neck to crowd into your space. It's hard not to feel a little threatened by those big teeth so close to your face, and Sun's widening smile does little to help. Seems like you can't help but feel flustered today.

"At least you'll have me to keep you company." His voice is just a bit too hopeful, like he's desperate for you to agree. Poor guy seems utterly starved of positive affection. The urge to comfort him is hard to ignore, so you don't.

It's easy enough to thread your fingers into the long mane of fur that frames his face. The feeling is distracting, it's so warm...

Movement brings you back to the moment as Sun leans ever so slightly into your touch. Right, right, you had a reason for this.

"We're in this together," you say in what you hope is your most sturdy, comforting voice. Sun's presence has done a lot for you in the few days you've been here so far, and you want to do your best to be a comforting presence to him in return. You don't miss the way his fur seems to glow brighter and hotter at your words.

Acutely aware of where your hands are, you realize that grabbing a giant monsters face out of no where probably wasn't your best idea.

"Sorry!" you quickly release Sun's face, your own face hot with embarrassment, "Sorry! I shouldn't have just grabbed you like-"

"We didn't mind, starlight," he interrupts, pulling back out of your personal bubble. His hand ghost over where you touched, smoothing the fur back down, "no, don't mind at all."

[anakinstwinklebunny]

if you’re not taking requests totally ignore this. but i was hoping if u could write a short drabble or whatever about the reader being like a bio/chem major and anakin being like a literature major (kinda get those vibes from his role in shattered glass as stephen glass) and their cute differences :D. i lowkey need it as motivation for the ap’s im taking 😔. if thats out of your comfort zone or if you don’t want to write that i understand!! i love your work 💗

Author's note: I do take requests!!! It's my first drabble EVER..and I hope it's good.. really 😭 YOU GO LOVE, YOU CAN DO IT, I BELIEVE IN YOU <3

pairing: literature major!anakin x biochem major!reader

The library was a sanctuary of silence, but the hushed murmur of pages turning and the occasional tapping of keyboards seemed to fade whenever Anakin and you shared a glance. You were huddled over your chemistry notes - the structure of complex molecules sprawling across your laptop screen, while Anakin lounged across from you, lost in the pages of a leather-bound volume of classic literature, just as he loved.

His long fingers traced the spine of his book as if it were a cherished secret. The dim light cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the intense focus in his eyes. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on him, captivated by the contrast between his world of words and your realm of scientific formulas.

“Need any help with those compounds?” he asked, finally, as if knowing how many times your gaze fell on his face. His voice was low and smooth, carrying the hint of a smile you knew well. His eyes flickered up from the book, catching yours with a mischievous glint.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “I doubt your poetic musings will be much help with my chemical bonds,” you replied, though the teasing tone in your voice was softened by the affection you felt towards the young man

He leaned in closer, his voice a seductive murmur. “Ah, but you’d be surprised. The beauty of language can often explain the complexities of science.. Imagine, if you will, a molecule as a character in a novel, its bonds and interactions like a plotline that weaves through the narrative.”

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made Anakin’s heart race. His gaze dropped to your soft-looking lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, the heat between you palpable. Humanists, who would have known they can be so romantic in their speech? “You and your metaphors,” you teased, your fingers brushing against his hand as you reached for a textbook. "But you know what intrigues me" you made a small pause "how does a literature major end up as my personal distraction?” you teased, lightly flirting with your own boyfriend

Anakin’s fingers traced lightly over the edge of your open notebook, a barely perceptible touch that sent a shiver up your spine when his ocean blue eyes tried to read your writing “I guess I’m just trying to add a little poetry to your periodic table.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. “Poetry and science? That’s like mixing oil and water.”

“Ah,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but even oil and water have chemistry. You just need the right catalyst.”

You laughed softly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charm. The truth was, you never really could “You think you’re the catalyst?”

He leaned in closer, his lips inches from your own, voice a low murmur. “I think I could make you react.”

You felt the blush bloom on your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat at his words. "Careful, you might just cause an exothermic reaction."

Anakin's smile widened, his thumb grazing your jaw as he whispered, “Then let's see how much heat we can handle."

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✦ ── WHAT TYPE OF BFS THEY WOULD BE !! ♡ {Hyung line} ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆

Genre:Fluff,drabble | Warnings!:skinship,kissing 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼🎀 : this is my first fanfic so i hope u like it!! Reblogs,comments and likes are appreciated!! <3

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이 희승)

Overportective bf

"Babe,who was that guy earlier??" Heeseung asked,his hands creeping up your waist. "He's my co-worker,we had a project to do,thats why he came to our house earlier." "Co-worker hm?,have you seen the way looks at you?" "Babe,you know i only have eyes for you.." a smile curved up your lips as you sayed to him. He peered at your eyes and then,your lips "You know how much i love you right?" You chuckled,heat creeping up your cheeks. "Im not really sure,maybe you could show me?" You mumbled,the way you looked at him making him blush.He kissed all over your face,your cheeks,you nose,your ear,and last,your lips. "I love you so much." He mumbled, "I love you so much more babe".

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 (박 종성)

Romantic bf

"Hey babe,how do you feel about eating out tonight?,wear something fancy" he texted you. A few minutes later you replyed, " oh my gosh,isin't this our 3rd time going out this week,aren't you tired of going out?" You replyed,chuckling. "How could i ever get tired of you,y/n??,i love you so much,princess" "Alright baby,i'll get ready,drive safe." you hit 'send' and made your way up the stairs of your house to get ready.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 (심 재윤)

Clingy bf

You sighed tiredly as you made your way up to the bedroom of your shared apartament,as you got in,you saw jake laying on the bed. "Hey babe,how was your day?" You murmured as you made your way to the bed. A cheshire smile made its way up to his lips at the sight of you. "Hey baby,im doing great!,how was your day?" He said,hugging you. "Im a bit tired but,great now that im with you." You said,your voice gentle. "How about we cuddle hm?,i missed you so much today." he mumbled,his voice just above a whisper. "I missed you to babe,i think i'd like that." You went about the rest of day in eachother's arms.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박 성훈 )

Rich bf

Sunghoon loves spoiling you,and you love being spoiled. Today is no different. This was your 4th time going on a shopping spree with sunghoon. You spent almost all of your day going to malls,shopping in luxury brands and jewlery stores. You and sunghoon made your way to the 'bvlgari' section of the mall. As you entered, a silver necklace with a big diamond at its center caught your eye,you gasped at the sight. "Oh my gosh,this necklace looks so good babe!" You exclaimed. Sunghoon looked at the way your eyes glimmered when you saw that necklace. His handw as on your waist as he murmered, "How about you try it on,babe?" "Sunghoon have you seen the price?" You mumbled,as you pointed at the price tag. "So what?,nothing's expensive for my princess."

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Hi! i saw you write for ffxv and read the dating drabbles you made and wanted to request more expanded hcs for Noctis if thats okay? Like what else would come with dating them, love language, jealousy level and maybe even tropes if that's okay- pls feel free to add or change anything to this broad request 💀 tysm in advance and stay safe 💕

❝Hmm, I see...❞

authors note: ABSOLUTELY ANON!! Could always write more about Noct haha. And no worries, I've been cooking for a long time about this.

cw + tags: Mostly fluff! Gets spicy for like, a split second, but that's it. Not proofread, sorry for any typos! [Established relationship. GN! Reader.]

summary: A more expanded list of dating headcanons about Noctis from this post!

As for love languages, Noctis is tied with physical touch and quality time. Surprisingly, he's a big cuddler and very affectionate. At least in private. He's a bit shyer about it in public especially with the title of Prince and trying to keep proper images sometimes, but he's much more open about it during more intimate moments.

Kisses, cuddles (just be prepared to deal with how he becomes a koala), the whole thing. Just as long as it's all in the safety and comfort of being at home.

He's actually kind of playful with his affection. It's actually a bit more different than from what you'd might expect.

And if he's feeling like it, he can be handsy. At first, he's very shy about it, but slowly grows more comfortable and wilder.

Very soon, you'll have to deal with a sleepy prince who loves to nip at your neck sometimes.

Like I said in the previous post, Noct loves spooning. Not only does he sleep better, but he loves your body heat.

I think he's the type of guy to absolutely cover himself in blankets to feel nice and toasty, but also loves to blast the AC so it's freezing (me).

So, if you like sleeping toasty with weighted blankets as he spoons you, you're in luck.

As for how Noctis deals with jealousy, it's more on the quieter side compared to someone like Gladio. But definitely still enough to stand up and say something.

However, he's not the type of guy to immediately jump the gun if anyone started talking with you. He trusts you. It's only when they get a bit too close or try to be handsy is when he'll step in.

By confronting them, he doesn't make a huge spectacle about it. He'd simply just whisk you away. Maybe make a quick snide comment on how you're taken or just make up an excuse to say you're needed somewhere else.

Noct makes it quick. Either because it's the royal status that prevents him from doing too much or the fact, he's not super into making a huge spectacle out of things.

This may fall into some of the things you'll have to deal with in dating him, but it's not really the fear of losing you to someone else but more of the feeling that maybe he's not good enough for you. How you deserve someone else who isn't riddled with anxieties or the heavy duty he carries on his shoulders as the future king of Lucis.

Noct will become extra cuddly and clingy afterwards. Gently kissing you everywhere as if to reassure himself that you're there.

But what really helps him and makes him feel better, not just after moments of jealousy, is when you tell him those words.

'You're good enough', 'you're worth every single second of each day,' and 'I love you, regardless of who you are and the burdens that may follow you.'

ANY of those words of reassurance or a variant of them will make him melt.

Come now, the man has had very little chances where he could choose what he wanted for his own sake and happiness, and you reassuring him that he's deserving of it makes him over the moon.

[minotaurs-my-beloved]

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Happy fun times in the mountains!!! (absolute favorite so far)

Trying to fix a werewolf (2nd)

Your first lesson in riding (3rd)

Werewolves:

Trying to fix a werewolf

Werewolf park ranger

Runt of the pack werewolf proving he owns you

Small drabble about werewolf bf pissing inside

Fwb werewolf gets jealous

Centaurs:

Trespassing on harras of centaur's land and becoming their free use whore as penance

Needy Centaur best friend (most popular)

Minotaur:

Your first lesson in riding

You are one of the sacrifices made to the labyrinth

drabble abt minotaur ranch

Demons:

Jesus Wept/The second cumming

Free use fucktoy for a demon

mini fic abt succubus/incubus giving you what you've always wanted<333

Wendigo's:

Happy fun times in the mountains!!!

Miscellaneous:

Bunny boy gets put in his place

Unknowingly giving your mind to a fae

Being naïve and getting taken advantage of by a merman

Drunk sex with saytrs

Drabble about sweet bog monster, full fic

Two Vampires usin you

[wcnderlnds]

──★ pumpkin police / rory monahan

a/n: idk what this is i love rory sm tho thats my man. theres some swearing in this one. halloween / fall drabbles with prompts from here. feel free to request any <3

It had taken some convincing on your part but you had successfully got your boyfriend Rory to come to the pumpkin patch with you. Fall was your favourite time of year. There was just something in the air that made it that extra special so you always wanted to do as many activities as you could. Rory, unfortunately, was more of a homebody. He’d much rather prefer spending his time at your apartment keeping you to himself or reading over the scripts he’d get sent. Anytime you got him to come somewhere with you it was a major success.

However, the second you’d got there he’d turned into a giant kid and insisted you go apple bobbing. He did, you watched. There was no way you were sticking your head in a bucket of water just to grab an apple, no, thank you. After that, you’d checked out the small market that was there. Rory had bought you a few homemade candles from one of the stalls only because he wanted to see if they really did smell of pumpkin apple spice (or whatever it said on the label). You had to make a mental note to not let him light them while you weren’t around otherwise your apartment would be burnt to a crisp. 

Now, you were walking through the rows of pumpkins, hand in hand while you searched for the perfect ones to carve. In your free hand you carried your pumpkin spice latte. Rory’s hand snatched out to grab it, taking a sip for himself. “Eugh,” he pulled a face as the warm liquid slid down his throat. “Tastes like a cheap ass version of cinnamon. Wish cinnamon or whatever that meme is the kids say."

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “You’re acting like you’re sixty years old.”

“That would mean you’re a grandpa fucker. I think you’re projecting because that’s secretly your deepest, greatest desire. Next you’ll be asking me to walk around with a cane and wear a grey wig to really get you going.”

“Oh, yeah, so hot,” you replied sarcastically. You came to a stop, spotting a couple of pumpkins that you liked. Rory seemed to think differently, his intrusive thoughts getting the better of him as he kicked one of the pumpkins almost smashing it. “Rory!”

“Relax, it’s not like the pumpkin police are coming to arrest me. It was a shit pumpkin, babe. I was doing the world a favour,” he held his hands up in defense. 

“Just pick one and stop causing trouble before I call the pumpkin police on you myself.”

“Traitor!” He dramatically gasped, bending his knees and picking up a pumpkin in each arm for the two of you. “Happy?”

“Very.” The smile on your face was bright as you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “I think we should get out of here because the security guards are looking at you like you’re about to commit multiple crimes against those pumpkins.”

Just for added measure as you were walking away, he kicked yet another pumpkin that was ‘definitely looking at him funny’.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Mayor Buckman x DeadWife!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Buckman gets a visit from his sweet 💛 dead 💛 wife 💛.

Warnings: Death, talk of legal age difference. Unedited because it is 4 in the morningggg.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

She was young when they married, he was almost 30 and she was just 19. When she died she was still too young, only in her own 30's. She'll always be too young.

She's too young now in fact, sitting on the edge of his bed as he wakes up from a heavy deep sleep, looking just like the she did the last time he saw her happy- before she got sick; golden on the inside, and ridiculously kind with that sweet smile on her face that always melted him.

Vaguely Buckman recognises that you shouldn't be here at all, that you're deader even then him, but he can't find it in himself to care. Not with you holding his hand in your lap again and your soft voice in his ears again. He just doesn't care.

"Hey, there, darlin'," You whisper in a voice so much quieter, so much softer then it ever had been before; gentle eyes clear of the tired fog though that had filled them all your last weeks. That took you away. "... How are you?"

"I- " How does he respond? God, he doesn't want to be a sad sack for their reunion, but he sure can't lie... not to the ghost of his wife! That could be bad, conscience-wise. "Well, uh... I'm afraid I've been thinkin', lately, sweetheart."

"Thats dangerous." You tease, your smirk as gentle as your pretty eyes. When he opens his mouth to rebound with his own remark, you giggle quietly and shake your head. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Well, um," Suddenly he moves carefully to sit up against the headboard. He feels like he should be semi-straight up to tell you this; to have this conversation with his wife. Though, you'd think if you were watching over him and the boy's then you would already know- wouldn't you?? "I, uh... n- no way to pussy foot around this one really. I, uh- well doya remember Boone?"

Recognition flickers across your face, like 'oh' and you nod. "Yeah, I like her."

"I do too, sweetheart. Um, and the thing is,... we- we're uh... we've been... she- I- " Never in his life has Buckman struggled so badly with his words. Good God. How hard is it to say he had fallen for the crazy old bitch!?-

"... I know, George." You assure him, a little amused tone in your ghostly soft voice. "We know all sorts of things, over here. We get all the news- sometimes before you do."

"You- what??" Buckman looks exasperated and baffled at you. You kill him, even decades after you're supposed to be gone. Decades after he's supposed to be gone.

Giving a dainty shrug, the movement too perfectly smooth for it to have been made be a human, you grin. "I was waiting to see if you'd be able to say it to me."

"Well, heck- I tried!"

"Yes you did. Very noble, George." He can hear the eye roll in your tone, but let's it go.

For a few moments the two of you are silent together. He feels anxiety boiling in him, but you look calm as bath water as you gaze around the room; your old bedroom. You look serene. "... So,... What do you think? Huh?"

Your gaze flickers back to him, and you give another shrug. "... you're happy?"

"... yeah, darlin'," He tells you, all gentle.

A smile spreads across your face, and you nod. "Then I'm happy."

"... really?? No sorry- I mean- you're not jealous at all?"

Here was his wife, his person. Who he was so lucky to meet, who he was so lucky to get permission to ask to keep. Who he was so lucky to have liked him back; his best friend. The mother of his children. And she was telling him that she's just... fine... with him moving on with someone else?

-Really??

Something about that jostles him. For weeks he's been agonising over this, wondering how you would react, if you would hate him for 'forgetting' you (though fuck knows, he couldn't do that even if he tried, which he would never). But you're... fine??

He's relieved, but he's also shocked. He doesn't think he could be that big if he was in her shoes.

"George... " Your voice is really as gentle as a feather right now, and he feels comforted every time you speak. Perks to being a ghost and not whatever mockery of one that he is, he guesses. "... I loved you, and I will love you in some way forever. And I know you loved me, I know. And I'm glad you were my husband. But if we're honest with each other if we lived in this modern time, we never would have even looked at each other that way. If we had the chances that people do now, if we knew the things they do, I would've found someone... my age, at the very least." You tell him, only half teasing. "And you might’ve been with Boone from the start, because come on let's be serious. We never made half the sense that you two do."

It's hard to hear, and there's a sad look on your pretty face, and he wants to gather you up and hold you tight and assure you that in a hundred lifetimes he would do the same thing by you- but he's afraid if he moves then you'll evaporate like smoke. And he can't be sure of the sentiment, as deeply as he might want to be.

With careful fingers though, you reach over and graze your fingertips over a cheek bone just like you used to; When you were both alive. You look overwhelmingly sad, then. "... you have other things to atone for, anyway... " The softness in your voice doesn't go away but a darkness descends over the room; a coldness. And- is that thunder tolling over head all of a sudden?? What on gods green earth!?-

"Huh??"

"You're gonna have to think harder if you want peace. And not, about me."

"W- wait but- Hold on, what do I gotta atone for?? Y/N- " You're beginning to fade and turn translucent, and Buckman feels a sharp fear at losing you again. "Wait, wait!- "

"Before I go- how're the boys?" Surely you already know!- But-

"They're dumbasses- I mean they're good- wait." He reaches out away from your hands and your lap where he hasn't dared to lift his hand from this entire talk, and tries to grab you. But his hand goes right through. "Wait wait, sweetheart hold on a second- How's Scarlet???"

You give a final smile. "She's wantin' her daddy to come join us. So remember what I said." Then you disappear like dust in wind, leaving only an indiscernible weight in Buckman's chest and the memory of your face and your voice clearer in his head then ever for the first time in a long time.

You forgave him... but what the hell was that last bit??

[tomatoswup]

Lunch Time!

summary: Since you didn't get McDonald's the last time, maybe you should get some for Lunch! You sure are hungry!

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warnings/tags: knives/nai jumpscare, another crack!drabble hehe, they really gonna put yall to work,,,you don'T EVEN WORK THERE,, but no warnings just plucking chickens :P, humor,

A/N: sorry for barely any updates, i just got sick again :,D am suffering,,,anyways is this another mcdonalds AU fic? YES,,, poor reader, they really goin through it naww,,,hehehe enjoy~

Work was a tiring, dreadful thing.

Thats what you concluded as you twirled and spun around in your office chair. How long have you been here now? 5 Hours now?

The rings of phones going off, the gossiping of co-workers around your cubicle, and the bright computer screen honestly just made the side of your head pound. The growl of your stomach making you feel somewhat a bit worse as the rushed small breakfast of the morning wasn't as filling as you would've wanted it to be.

What time was it anyway?

Planting your feet on the ground, stopping the spinning chair, you peaked up at the lone analog clock on the monotoned colored wall.

12:00 PM

Oh! How'd you miss that? It was lunch!

Without a seconds thought with the urge to get the fuck outta the place, you got up and grabbed your keys. Maybe a good meal could clear your headache. Thinking about it, you haven't visit that odd McDonalds in a while, it wouldn't hurt to visit again...

Right?

It didn't take long to find yourself in that same McDonald's, swinging the door open and cautiously walking in to avoid an airborne bun or sausage.

Maybe the nice guy from last time could take your order! What's his name? Bash?..Flash?...Vash, Vash! That was it!

"Hi-" Looking up as you took your wallet out of your bag, you couldn't help but freeze in place.

Oh shit

Instead of the kind-hearted poor worker you had expected, the scary, built...Actually pretty built dude who pummeled the shit out of that customer from that morning stood there. They did kind of look alike though.. Twins?

He shot you a stank look, tilting his head to the side.

Nope.

"Oh, uh..." You gaped out.

Peeping at the name tag on his...why was his chest that plump- SORRY IM SORRY WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

Squinting, you made out the name "Nai" before your thoughts were interrupted by cough.

"So you gonna order or keeping staring at me?" Your cheeks flushed as you took out your wallet “Oh uh yeah, sorry, can I get a number 2-"

"We don't have that."

...Okay? This was a McDonald's right? They really don’t have any quarter-pounders in the back?

Wasn't that their most common meal item?

"Oh? Really? I didn't think you guys would run out of-" Nai whipped his finger up to the clock on the wall nearby "You came at a shitty time, everyone working comes in and orders shit. So pick again."

A bit stunned, you rubbed your hands together out of nervousness before looking back up at the menu...What? Would you wanna get your ass beat by a McDonald's worker?

"Then can I get a 10 piece chicken nugget mea-"

"We don't have that either."

MF HUH???

HOW THE HELL DO THEY NOT HAVE ANY CHICKEN NUGGETS?!

"Chicken nuggets? Ya'll really don't have chicken nuggets?" You exasperated.

"Office party. Ordered 4 orders of our 50 chicken nugget deal, cleared our storage right up. Look, are you gonna order something we have or what?"

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSE TO KNOW WHAT THEY HAD AND DIDN'T HAVE?!

"Or if you really want nuggets, how about you pluck the chicken in the back?" He deadpanned, leaning on the counter with his right hand and resting his left on his hip.

"....do you guys really have a-"

"No we don't have a fucking chicken."

Damn it.

"Wait..." He muttered, whipping his face around to the clock again as the beeps and dings of the back of the McDonald's became consistent, ringing at every minute.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before walking out from behind the counter to the front door.

"Hey!" He yelled as you looked around, he wasn't talking to you right? You nervously pointed to yourself unsure "Yes you! Get behind the fucking counter, I don't wanna get sued again."

SAY LESS SIR!!

You aint wanna get your ass handed to you today!!!!

You quickly slipped behind the counter with Nai right behind you. "What happened?" You asked, putting your bag down as Nai rummaged in the cabinets for something.

Was someone robbing the store? Was there another another customer he was gonna fight? Cops?

It wasn't until you heard slams on the door that you looked back down at him, before getting a face full of fabric.

"A-A hat?" You cried out as he stood back up "They break down the doors sometimes but you can work the shift today." Giving you a hardened smile, he slapped the hat down onto your head.

WAIT YOU DON'T EVEN WORK HERE!!!

"I CAN'T DO THIS!"

Suddenly, you heard a loud pop of a lock break, and the waves of business men and women, and other customers pushed through the door, hogging the lobby up as if they were the sardines from that one Spongebob episode.

"Well!? Nai screamed at you "Take their order!"

Bro you didn't even get to order food! When did your lunch end anyway?!

With a heavy sigh and slouched shoulders, you pressed a few buttons on the screen "Hello welcome to McDonald's, how can I get your order?"

Why do you keep coming here anyways?...

'Can I leave now?'

It didn't take long for the hour to end, and all the customers to be cleared out that all the staff from the back had come out to the front.

"Are they dead?"

"Well they sure look like it- Ow! What was that for!?"

"Wolfwood don't say that!"

Your body was slouched against one of the walls, the McDonald's hat covering your face as you sat there as limp as a doll.

"I hope they're alright..." One of the more taller browned haired female worker said as the small black haired one went to shake your shoulder.

"Just kick them, maybe they'll awake."

"Legato don't-"

"OW!!!"

Never again....

[jaecantwrite]

fic writer interview!

tagged by @strawberriesinmoominvalley and @lottie1824 (thank you <33) im a little late now BUT we power through :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

14! which feels like a lot for me when i think about it but then i remember i write drabbles a lot and just post them without thinking. so. thatll do it lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

33,177 :) the unfinished fics are screaming at me to let them make this bigger but here we are

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Big (Or Rather Little) Matter of Spoons (with @lottie1824) - 551

bring it home - 336

the more that you say, the less i know - 284

Can I love you? - 261

Fuck The School Run - 222

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! i love leaving comments on other writers' works and i love hearing what people have to say in response so i can only return the favour really. comments give me life :)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

fate, belated - purely because its. major character death and i got told a couple times that it made people cry HAHA - a lot of the time i struggle to not end my fics happily because the blorbos just NEED to be happy okay i dont make the rules

i've written an ambiguous ending too but its more hopeful than anything so... yeah. see? still cant make it that sad HAHA gotta rely on mcd

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

come one, come all, his blender's whirring again - maybe im biased and am just happy with my metaphor work in this fic but. its pretty happy at the end. if not this then bring it home tbh

Do you write crossovers?

im only active in one fandom right now, so no i havent/dont 😅

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not that im aware of and i hope it stays that way <3

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i tried. once. and ive avoided it ever since HAHA

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i dont believe so! i hope not anyway

Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, not that im aware of

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have! i wrote The Big (Or Rather Little) Matter of Spoons with @lottie1824 🧡 just one long string of discord messages lmaoo

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

shocker really isnt it

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

say hello to my published friends the more that you say, the less i know and You Belong With Me - i WILL finish them one day because i think it would be a disservice to myself if i didnt but. yeah. theyre not going too hot

then theres the countless other wips i have stashed away in my notes but thats for another day

What are your writing strengths?

i have been informed on multiple occasions that i write descriptions well, so like setting, character features, that sorta jazz. honestly writing a setting description is probably one of my favourite parts of writing because its so easy to stick little metaphors in everywhere

What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue. dont think i need to say more. i hate it, it hates me. we have a working relationship

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think its nice, ive done it a couple times with the odd word or two. i understand the frustration of needing to go look up a full sentence maybe if theres no easy translation but overall i defintely think it makes the fica feel more authentic

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

formula 1 😭 im just a baby

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

see THIS is a tough question because i basically only write landoscar. ummmm

aside from the pairings that are going to be in Roots (my main wip) i think writing Ollie/Kimi would be fun. theyre very cute. maybe Piarles too. idk

What's your favourite fic you've written?

it was come one, come all, his blender's whirring again for a long time but now i think it's bring it home - but also a special shoutout to stepping on the last train

(it'll probably be Roots when i finally release it anyway so. looking forward to that day in a century's time)

this was very enjoyable to do 💖

no pressure tag to @pumpkennpie and anyone else who wants to have a go ! <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

air. popping in to just give u the biggest kiss on the cheek for the tags u left on the yuta drabble!! it made me so happy u have no idea !! I WAS SO SCARED ABOUT POSTING IT LMAO. ironically because of the parts u seemed to love so much,,,,so it just makes my brain do a little skip and dance LOL

ari when i tell u these two are insane.....im so excited to post more about them and share more with u!! im so glad u enjoyed their dynamic i was hoping it came off as understandable but still sorta weird ! hes The weirdo,, the Freak (and freak lover) AGH IM JUST SHAKING U SO HARD RN U GET IT U GET IT

agh but thank u thank u!! im really happy u enjoyed it seriously !

(i have one question for u tho,,,,im curious! im not sure how u imagine reader when reading fic but in this case did u see them as very monstrous or sort of as a hybrid of sorts, like more human still?)

also!! do not think i missed that stsg poly fic that u posted!! i saw it on ur blog and my eyes popped out of my sockets IM SO EXCITED TO GET TO IT!! (++also also, i hope ur holidays r going well<3)

MOSS HI HELLO ‼️‼️ u r so so welcome, i know ive said it already but ur drabbles really do make me so so happy!!!! i loved this one sm <333

I GET WHAT U MEAN THO i also get nervous when it comes to posting more morbid/gritty pieces… which is ironic bc there’s literally nothing i love reading more LMAO. but pls dont worry i will literally eat any and all of ur pieces right up <33 this one was no exception!!! so so so wellwritten and tasty

and wahhh im super excited to see more of these two!!!!! im so in love w their dynamic already :’3 HES SO WEIRD ITS TRUE ….. i love yuuta sm bc he has this perfect contrast between sweet little guy / Weirdo Freak and its so funny. like. wdym this is the same fucking guy???? 😭😭

i <3 him. yuuta is one of those characters that i forget how much i love from time to time but ur drabble feels so in-character that it reminded me again!!! tysm !!!! 🌱🌱

(AND AND … thats a good question….. if i went back and looked at the drabble again i feel like i could see reader either way, but the first time i think i leaned more in a hybrid direction…. like. human-looking kinda but w lots of animalistic traits…

ohh but im so curious, how is reader supposed to be imagined??? 👀👀 are they just a whole Beast? bc thats sick if so)

[r0s3s26]

hii! i saw you were doing matchups and i would like to request one if they’re open :)

fandom: haikyuu (male)

romantic or platonic: romantic

name: keizl

pronouns: she / her

ideal date: having a picnic at the park and taking cute pictures or an arcade

personality: i’m very quiet and shy at first but i get more talkative when i’m comfortable. i don’t talk unless someone comes up to me first. i get a little agitated when i’m really bored but i try not to show it. i hate studying but i always manage to get good grades. i like to joke around and i can be sarcastic. it’s very easy to make me laugh since i laugh at anything. i’m a gemini and istp!

likes: sleeping, plushies, sonny angels, spicy foods, dogs, going to the beach, shopping

dislikes: loud & obnoxious people, people who are mean for no reason, ppl who lack common sense, bugs, parties, small talk

ideal traits in a partner: extroverted or someone who can get me out of my shell, funny, likes to tease, good at communicating, makes me feel loved, always makes time for me

hobbies: volleyball, (i’m a libero) crochet, baking, listening to music

appearance: 5’1, long black hair with blonde-ish highlights, brown eyes but they look black, my skin is a little tan, belly button piercing, lots of bruises from vb </3

Your Match is…Tendou Satori!!!

<3 I chose Tendou for you because I think he is everything you look for in a partner

<3 Like the getting you out of your shell and making you laugh are all qualities that Tendou has

<3 I think you met in shared class and you were complaining about the workload and having to study, and he made some dumb joke and you both hit it off from there

<3 He understands that you can be shy so when he introduces you do the team he does it in a comfortable setting or briefly so you don’t get overwhelmed

<3 Would come to all of your volleyball games

<3 Type of boyfriend to be like “OH MY GOD THATS MY GIRLFRIEND” or “Isn’t number ** amazing, she's my girlfriend”

<3 He would die internally(in a good way) if you came to one of his games

<3 Would play extra hard

<3 You both have to patch each other up from volleyball

<3 Like you are always tapping his fingers and he is always having to wrap your knees or putting ice on bruises

<3 Has become king of massages for sore muscles

<3 Also why you would work with Tendou is both of y’alls love for baking and making sweets

<3 As most people know in the timeskip he becomes a chocolatier, so what if like when yall are older you create like a cute little bakery in Paris

<3 Would be so cute

<3 Life is never boring with this man

<3 Will forever have you doing something

Drabble:(I wanted to bring in the belly button piercing for this lolz)

You and Tendou were chilling in your dorm room at Shiratorizawa watching a couple of cheesy horror movies. He was laying down on your bed and you were laying on top of him, through your t-shirt he could feel something poking his side. “Hey sweetcheeks do you have the tag still on your shirt, it's kinda poking me” he said “I don’t think so?” you said back. You lay up for a second to see what he may have been talking about and then it clicks, “Ohhh you mean my belly button piercing?”. He immediately stopped talking and stared into space for a second and then turned back to your mouth agape. “Umm Tendou are you ok?” you ask, a little concerned about how quiet he was and a little scared he would be weirded out- “Can I see it?”. All thoughts left your brain when he said that. “Ok” you said in a quiet voice as you lifted your shirt a little so it would show your piercing, the simple gold ring complementing your skin tone. Tendou started staring again, pink lightly dusting his cheeks as he smiled his cute little awkward smile “How are you even hotter then before”. Your face started heating up also as you shoved his face playfully “Shut uppp” you say hiding your face a little. He then pulls you back to him again and starts kissing all over your face as you laugh. He stops and just hugs “Your so beautiful Keizl, you really are” he says as he kisses the top of your head and snuggles closer to you, wishing moments like these would never end.

[borathae]

Chapter 4

ooh looks like he is a gentleman

You can see it in the way he looks at his knees ever so often. dont tell me he slept

HE DID AHAHAH PLS this is peak comedy for me, idk i had this image of "ooh mysterious ancient being, must find sleep, and other stuff as something for the weak", basically a grandpa on him. (i see yoongi like that from reading the drabbles, but now that im reading it, tae felt like that in 1st chapter lol)

Of course not, I was merely resting my eyes” ofc i believe you, u were having a meditating/communicating with your ancestors moment

As if he doesn’t even notice his hand touching you the way it does. STOP I LITERALLY DIE EVERYTIME THIS HAPPENS WHEN IM READING LIKE AAAAAH *bites, slaps, giggles, fans myself, pretends to be dead soo much ah

Your chest heaves up and down in a heavy breath, your legs parting slightly. sis is gone already. mood

Come go with me. I SAID I HAVE NO TIME HEE HEE

Taehyung placed his hand on your thigh instead. OH NO HE IS GETTING DANGEROUS

Your nails dig into the edge of the seat, her: (literally made it, if only i had this devotion in my studies 😭)

Taehyung’s delight as another smirk washes over his face. He stops moving, the only sensation he allows you to feel is his big, warm hand against your inner thigh SDTOP I CANT HANDLE HIS ASS I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THE FAKE GUM CHEWING AAAH

Tapping on your inner thigh rhythmical AAAAH WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER

Stay, fellow, I can read. I DOUBT I CAN IM LOSING MY SANITU

“Are you alright?” he rasps DO U THINK IM OK?????

My master’s. THAT FAST?? really said wanna see some speed?

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

The door, which normally always squeaks, opens silently when Taehyung opens it mythical being or has strict parents pt 3 (pt 2 during the date)

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

You’ll probably call me crazy but I named all of my houseplants after famous painters TAE MOVE UR ASS, SHE'S MINE WE ARE MARRIED BYE

Just mere seconds ago it felt like he wanted to devour you whole and now here he is, as patient as ever.  i take that back, we can be a throuple

I didn’t even hear you come outside mythical being or has strict parents pt 4

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

It makes you look so perfectly alive." THATS EXACTLY WHAT A VAMPIRE WOULD SAY. i would have said that tho lol

I guess you are right. What a silly thing for me to say."  OFC ITS VERY SILLY CUZ U IS MR.DRACULA

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

“so enjoy it ___ for as long and as passionate as you can.” THATS WHAT A GRANDPA WOULD SAY or A VAMPIRE

I am glad that you aren’t pretending with me hold ur horses he didnt say he is 95% honest, also the 5% could be more shocking than the 95%

swirling the tea in his cup with a flick of his wrist. LOOK AT DA FLICKA DA WRIST

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

“you’re not having a heart attack, are you?” damn grandpa is dying (im sorry i had to)

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

0-100 real quick

she is so cute im feeling it soo well, you wrote those parts well. it made me feel like im intruding them

Throw it on the floor *starts throwing it back Tae: i meant the tie me: oh sorry, silly me

that wasnt me, that was the demons bye

He has a really nice spine, my bestie to me - your spine is ... um how do i put it to words, spines very well. i will definitely count them for anatomy 💀💀LIKE STOP AT LEAST ITS BETTER COMPARED TO 4TH GRADE

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

OH MY GOD HE IS IRRESISTIBLE LIKE STOP JUST AAAAH

Dearmotherofchrist what the hell? Okay, goodbye cruel world this is how you will die. PLS 😭😭

This is madness. Heaven. ME AT YOU POOKIE

besides, we have many more occasions to practice your stamina SUCH A TEASE AAH

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

He scissors them, fucking in and out of you slowly. His teeth craze over your nipple before he bites down. poeple died sir I DIED

During class, on the bus, whilst talking to people. same here girly pop, relatable after reading smut

watching you be like this drives me crazy I AM CRAZY

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

It is a stupid name, but it has never been more accurate than tonight. no it aint stupid when true af

"Hold me"..“That’s it, draw me in deeper. Keep me there” bye i will be jumping off the cliff(my bed's name)

seven matches this soo well, cuz its sexy but very romantic

that was too hot until u think (wait this is bts songs in a nutshell)

 oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

horny - sad real quick. (bts albums and playlists be like)

Sex is merely a wonderful byproduct from being with you. You have truly bewitched me, body and soul” this is too good holy fuck

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

they are soo cute, being all warm and cozy with each other.

shitting tears as we speak bye,

the emotions were emotioning, smut smuting (do i even have to say about this anymore lol) i love how your smut isnt just focused on sexy parts, emotionally, yes very much connected and love it and also shows other parts, like its soo easy to have the entire view from pillow to toes, with lil frames with focused parts.

now that we still havent seen 2seokkook, its making more nervous like

EXCUSE ME??GOOGLE JUST VIOLATED ME 💀

HE DID AHAHAH PLS this is peak comedy for me, idk i had this image of "ooh mysterious ancient being, must find sleep, and other stuff as something for the weak", basically a grandpa on him. (i see yoongi like that from reading the drabbles, but now that im reading it, tae felt like that in 1st chapter lol)

this is actually so funny HAHHAHAH he is always acting like such a well-put mysterious man and then he is sleeping in class BHAHAHAHAH

As if he doesn’t even notice his hand touching you the way it does. STOP I LITERALLY DIE EVERYTIME THIS HAPPENS WHEN IM READING LIKE AAAAAH *bites, slaps, giggles, fans myself, pretends to be dead soo much ah

this is so valid HE IS SO HOT LIKE SIR PLEASE FADNFDSN

Taehyung’s delight as another smirk washes over his face. He stops moving, the only sensation he allows you to feel is his big, warm hand against your inner thigh SDTOP I CANT HANDLE HIS ASS I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THE FAKE GUM CHEWING AAAH

the gum chewing pisses me off with any other person BUT ITS SO HOT WHEN HE DOES IT LIKE PLEASE KEEP DOING IT SIR IMMA SUCK YOUR COCK

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

jajdfj valid.

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

NO BUT WHAT IF??? oh god hahhaha I feel you I once missed the impregnation tag and actually triggered myself when he started speaking about putting babies in her like BACK OFF ILL BITE YOUR BALLS OFF

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

PLEASE hhahahhaha this would be so iconic of him tbfh

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

he is SO HOT I need him to fuc-

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

👀👀👀👀

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION INDEED

He has a really nice spine, my bestie to me - your spine is ... um how do i put it to words, spines very well. i will definitely count them for anatomy 💀💀LIKE STOP AT LEAST ITS BETTER COMPARED TO 4TH GRADE

LISTEN. don't judge me but I genuinely think that spines (inside the body where they're supposed to be) can be so sexy like if someone has a nice spine I just wanna trace and lick and kiss and touch it like-

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

THE RIGHT QUESTION INDEED

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

I gain ten years of life each time one of you calls me Mommy HAHHAHA like yes I am indeed mother HFAHDSF

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

BAHHAHAHAH I LOVE REALISM

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

BITCH (affectionate) SAME HOLY FUCK praise works so well with me like it got me thinking about the person for the next five weeks for real

 oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

*sobs*

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

OMFG I LOVE THIS THANK YOU

shitting tears as we speak bye,

hahahhaa shitting tears jfadsjf

the emotions were emotioning, smut smuting (do i even have to say about this anymore lol) i love how your smut isnt just focused on sexy parts, emotionally, yes very much connected and love it and also shows other parts, like its soo easy to have the entire view from pillow to toes, with lil frames with focused parts.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THIS!!! that's exactly what I want most of my smut to be for 😭😭😭

[himbos-hotline]

fic writer asks: 4, 10, 13, 17, 22, 23 ~

4.) Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Honestly? really anywhere. Some of my fics come from sentences that appear in my brain or sometimes they happen because I can picture an animatic to a song and because I can't animate for shit- I write it. Some of my favourite fics I have ever written comes from outta all palces, Uquizz questions. Or answers. My first hangman/kenny fic came from a uqizz answer that made me kinda tear up. It is my favourite thing ive ever written. I have no real place to dive into the well of answers- its just constantly getting little idease and filling up!

10.) Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

The first thing Matt does when he finally bundles Jay through the door to the Elite’s hotel room is grab them softly by the shoulders. She blinks at him as if he doesn't know him; confused and frog-like. The light looks like it burns their eyes and Nick tries his best to dim the lamps bestie the beds, fiddling with the buttons before the light becomes soft glowing embers and Jay stops squinting. There’s the last of few snowflakes sticking to their hair, melting away into small patches of wetness.. Matt reaches down and rushes them away, feeling them disappear against the calloused pads of his fingers.

From: The ghost story would be over [Chapter three]

13.) what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

If you can tell from anything I've written, im always big on show don't tell. Sure just telling someone something really puts the point across but I think sometimes extended methaphors and flowery language pulls so much more emotions and thoughts out of the readers and really makes me think upon specific lines. Also this is the only advice I can give to new writers, is have fun! You are writing for you first and even if YOU think its bad, theres gonna be someone out there thats gonna love it. Only You can write the stories that you wanna tell, so do it! I'm proud of you for putting a small amount of your soul into the words.

17.) What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I re-read some of my stuff, read some of my favourite fanfics. Talk to my big sibling about writng ideas. Honestly just try to force a little idea out. All writing is good, even if its just a sentence that youre gonna end up deleteing. Remind myself that this is for me first of all, im writing because I like providing content and I love wrestling and writing for it, I love my friends and the content they produce. I also am big on going back through comments and tags on reblogs of my old fics because that shows me that I CAN DO THIS! even if it takes me a little while, I will get something out that I will be proud off and people are going to love it.

22.) Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Oh boy, theres a few if I think about it. I wont write X reader because theyre just, not my style. I like going into a characters emotions and thoughts and feelings. I can't do that with X reader. I also rely a lot on descriptions so thats also another thing that you cant do in X readers. I reblog the ones that I like because I'll read them now and again. I wrote write Buckcest for reasons I really shouldnt have to go into. Things like rape or like extreme tortue is another one I wont write. I also won't write anything A/B/O or Mpreg cuz personally I think its gross. Afgain yall can like what yall like but its just not my vibe- makes me feel all kinda squirmy inside. I can't write first person POV for shit and second POV just feels odd, I think i've written it once and it was a STRUGGLE. Also just because I throw so much into fics that they get outta my hands. I could not stick to the 100 words only drabbles. Theres just so much story and build up I love to write and again with the flowery language 100 words just isnt enough!

23.) Best writing advice for other writers?

HAVE FUN! thats the most important thing! You should at least enjoy writing and it should have a possitve effect on you. It should be fun. theres also some tips somewhere on my blog. I have a tag or at least HAD a tag that should be 'mouses writing advice' theres a whole buncha tags there

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[sunakore]

#10 (awesome number)

hello. my writing is dogshit today, but its 4 am so idrc.

should i really make a tag

note:

aelia's an amazing ally lol. she doesnt know what neopronouns are. i dont actually know if most people learn about this early on or not, cause i first found out from bitlife when i was 9 or 10. so we'll just say she doesnt really. but dont worry she does learn about them from marelle and shes cool with jt :D ill probably make a drabble on that someday if i rememebr to. i might have to do a bit more research tho. idk what questions people think or ask when they find out about neopronouns, cause when i did i was just like "oh okay cool" so yeah.

also! this is a oneshot of when aelia first arrived. i didnt know what to make, its late and im tired and out of ideas, so i did this. she was in jail beforehand, and did training for lathuri hunting while serving time.

also genuinelt sorryif my writing is ass. using a chat bot for once in 2746875935 years changes my writing style for some reason so i write like im talking to a stupid fucking AI who needs everything spelt out for it. i'll read tomorrow lol. and im just creatively constipated? idk words rn. thats life.

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Two guards escorted Aelia up the stairs, the ends of their guns digging into her back. Every step she made was cautious and planned. The handcuffs tightened around her wrists were a sharp cold that made her want to squirm—but she didn't, she kept moving.

She had learned, with more than enough kicks and shocks, that she couldn't step out of line. She had to tread the line very carefully. If not, they would pull the trigger. They most certainly would, and there wouldn't be a glint of empathy in their eyes of stone. To them, it would be like shooting a stray deer. A sport.

One of the guards swung open the front door, and she was met with swirls of sounds and smells. The smell reminded her of the honey her mom dropped in most of her mixes. A few voices bounced off the walls. She was taken through a doorway, and heads turned to look at her. 

A woman spoke up. She sat on the table, legs crossed and gaze narrowed. As if there was something to be suspicious of. "We were never told we had another one," she said, confusion evident in her tone. One of the guards rolled his eyes.

"Bring it up with the boss. Not our problem," he said, and then shoved Aelia through the door. She swayed on her feet before collecting herself, and turned to the guard with a harsh glare. 

He flashed a cold smile. Did he even care how he treated her? She was a human too. She didn't ask to be a criminal, or a stupid hunter. It never seemed to be her choice anymore. A guard yanked her by the chain of her cuffs and fished a key from his pocket. The cuffs loosened with a satisfied click, and she could move her arms again.

Aelia wanted to slap both of them in the face. Her fingers curled into fists. They could easily push her to the ground and 'neutralize' her. She didn't care. The guards simply walked at the door, chattering about the filth they had to deal with before she had the chance.

She stood there for a moment. She was told how she would be given a place to stay, how she would have to work with other hunters. But she didn't expect it to be so...normal. Somehow, the beige-colored walls were the warmest thing she'd seen in months. 

Back in her cell, it was cold. Merciless, actually. A bunch of wild animals fighting for the single animal carcass, constantly lunging at each other in a fight between no-one. When she went to sleep, the bed would press harder against her skin than the guns did, leaving her with unbearable aches the next morning.

The food looked like it had been dug from a stable. White light danced across white walls, white floors, white everything. The only thing that would shine was the golden gleam of the guards' armor, but it wasn't a kind gleam. To her, it felt like a weapon more than defense.

The people were cold. The superiors were cold. Everything was so, so cold.

A voice shook her out of her thoughts. "Are you alright?" She reluctantly turned, and was met with eyes staring down right to her soul. Aelia quickly looked away, instead focusing on a picture hung on the wall. Alright? What kind of question was that? Of course she wasn't alright. She didn't think she ever would be.

Aelia nodded. "Fine," she mumbled, suddenly unsure of what to say. These weren't people she had to obey or avoid. She had forgotten how much she wasn't used to interacting with others. A jolt of anxiety rushed through her veins. It almost felt funny, that talking to someone normally had become foreign territory.

They're criminals, she reminded herself. No better than her. Just her teammates. If they would talk, hopefully it would just be whatever nightmare mission their superiors wanted to throw them into. Like feeding them to wolves. 

They stared at her for a beat longer, and she wondered why they were looking at her like that. She could feel the tension stirring in the air. Maybe they didn't welcome newcomers. That meant there couldn't be too many things to adjust to, then. 

One of them raised an eyebrow in what almost seemed like amusement. A spark lit in his dark, almost coal-black eyes. Aelia bristled. "What?" she snapped, and instantly shut her mouth. She couldn't afford to be rude right now—they would hate her, or worse. He just shrugged in response.

"Nothing," he said. Aelia couldn't help but feel like it was more than nothing. He waved a flippant hand, gesturing to an empty seat beside him. "Have a seat. I'll give you a rundown or whatever—Marelle, I smell smoke." Marelle, the one at the stove, jumped out of her daze and quickly checked the food on the pan.

Aelia glared at him, before slinking over to sit down. The woman who had first spoken tried not to meet her gaze. Her hair particularly stood out, because it was dark at the roots but faded into a muted purple. Her build was brawny enough to make Aelia shrink in her chair. Almost like her jailmates, but with a kindle of kindness on her face that was hard to miss. 

Aelia knew by now that compassion was a ruse. And wasn't that just stupid? Maybe she would be genuinely kind to her, but it would seem like nothing but a trap. Like a timebomb just waiting to go off. Nobody was out to get her here, presumably, but she still felt as if they were waiting for a perfect opportunity.

She didn't want to be here. But here was better than there. So she swallowed and bundled up her courage. "This is...a lot different than—"

"—what you expected?" the guy finished. "Yeah, everyone thinks that. It's so different, right? I thought it'd be less freeing. But open your eyes," he took a sip from his coffee, "and you'll realize that this is the best offer you'll get. So make good use of it. You'll figure out how everything works—sure our superiors told you mostly everything, anyways."

Aelia didn't respond. She didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, he was right, this was the best she could ask for from her superiors. On the other, she could be at home right now, listening to her mother hum as she tended to her flowers. She didn't want to figure out how everything worked.

"What's your name?" she asked, but she doubted it really mattered.

"Santez."

"I'm Aelia."

"Hm," Santez hummed. He looked at the woman, who just buried her face into her phone. He tapped her shoulder. "You could be a little nicer, you know." Aelia could tell she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Because you have a PhD in that. Right." She sighed. "My name's Tiunet. We all kinda have weird names, you know?" She outstretched a hand, and Aelia met to shake it. The handshake was clumsy and awkward, and she pulled away.

"And that's Marelle." Santez pointed towards the woman in question, who was opening the front window to allow smoke to pour out. Should she really be cooking at the kitchen? Aelia wondered if she was just the best option they had. If so...that must've been pitiful. Santez leaned in closer. "She caused a fire yesterday," he said, as if to help her case.

"...Oh." Aelia's brows furrowed together. "Is she the only one who can cook?"

"Nah," Santez muttered. "Nalani is just sick. He's been in his bed all day, the poor Victorian child." 

"He's a great cook," Tiunet interjected. She went back to scrolling on her phone, only half paying attention to the weak conversation at hand. "Marelle? Not so much. Ze's trying zir best though. Give her some credit."

..Ze? Zir? Was that supposed to be a replacement of her? Or was Marelle not even a girl? It felt invasive to ask, so she didn't. "Uh, do I have a room?"

Santez smiled, but it felt empty. Maybe he didn't want to bother with her questions. It felt impossible to figure it out with this guy. "Any one that's empty," he said. "Down that hall, to the right. There's a bunch of rooms there. Pick one."

"Thanks." She pushed her chair back, the wood scraping against the floor, and practically bolted down the hall without another word. Nobody tried to stop her. Aelia wanted to bury her face in a pillow about now, maybe never talk to them again from how awkward it felt.

Great first meeting! 0 stars. This was going to turn into hell.