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v3nusxsky · 3 months ago

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Can you write Morticia x Larissa x Reader where reader (0-3) (also a shapeshifter like Larissa and shifts when she regresses) is their wife/little and when reader regresses they take her to a pumpkin patch and come home and carve the pumpkin and just loads of fluff and cuteness, please?

Pumpkins day out

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Trigger warnings~ Agere? Little fem shapeshifter r, mommy morticia, momma Larissa (everything that occurs has been spoken about when r is in her age appropriate head space)

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Distressed muffled whimpers carried themselves into the principals office alongside the pitter patter of tiny feet indicating your presence was imminent. The two occupants being your wives or rather care givers in this head space. It’s not uncommon for the two elder women to wake before you especially after your late night antics that resulted in you slipping off to sleep in sub space. It was almost routine for you to wake up in little space. Being a shifter allowed your body to lean into your headspace meaning they were almost always greeted by a darling little girl ranging from infant to toddler ages.

Like clockwork your little body came barrelling in through the mahogany doorway and straight into your mommy’s awaiting arms. Her long flowy onyx dress providing the perfect sensory input to help calm your little state. Her words dripping in smooth silk as she stood to full height swaying you gently in her arms as Larissa watched on with an adoring smile. Her two loves looking ever so naturally them always brought her a sense of peace she could never recreate no matter how much she tried.

The fall always created a beautiful almost picturesque landscape of the Nevermore grounds at this time of year. The chill of autumn air being a welcomed change from the blazing heat as Augusts final goodbye. Students of Nevermore spending their time acclimatising to dorm life, new schedules and a whole new academic year. Far too busy to notice what wholesome activities were occurring in the office.

“Momma” you sniffed effortlessly breaking the blonde out of her own thoughts. “Yes little pumpkin” she whispered before attacking your cheeks with sweet kisses. Your infectious giggles causing Tish to let a small smile grace her lips as she found the desired outfit for the day. “Mommy momma me go gets jack-o’-lantern from patch” your excitement practically vibrating from your small frame. “Oh is that so little love? It can’t be that time already can it?” She pretended to ponder, searching her very organised calendar for your initials scrawled in a beautiful heart shape.

“Mommy” you whimpered as Larissa still continued to not see what was so clearly labelled causing the raven haired woman to tut in response, “don’t tease my sweet girl Larissa darling” before easily scooping you up and giving the order to get ready for your yearly traditions. “Momma was teasing baby, we are going to find our pumpkins don’t you worry little pumpkin” Tish reassured before loudly whispering about visiting the weathervane without the blonde if she wanted to tease you.

Unsurprisingly, the whole drive you sleepily clung to morticia as Larissa drove you all to the best pumpkin patch around Jericho. Only when the car stopped did your excitement hit you once again full force. All the pretty colours and leaves being scattered all over the ground, all calling out for you to come and jump around in. “Mommy” you whined as you attempted to wriggle out of the seatbelt by yourself with no success. “Momma” you pouted causing Larissa to chuckle and help get you out of the car where you happily held both their hands. Little giggles filled the air as you crunched the leaves under your little boots, eyes gleaming with pure joy. Both women lost count of how many times you’d run, jump and kick the crunchy fall leaves. Each time a squeal of pure joy and excitement left your little body. It almost broke their hearts to have to refocus your adorable self on the task at hand.

Naturally you had managed to burn yourself out of energy after all the running, jumping, kicking and arguing about which pumpkin you all needed to get. The task of selecting the biggest pumpkin the patch had to offer had taken over two hours with more playful arguments and moments where you’d ran after a falling leaf insisting on catching it for Larissa and Mortica . Now you ended up snuggled into Morticia’s chest being carried to the car with tiny fists rubbing at your eyes as larissa hauled your chosen one to the car. By now the chilled air had Larissa wanting to frequent her favourite place besides Jericho. All the way to the weathervane you snoozed and the two women bantered back and forth about how wrong they were years ago. Larissa had never managed to lose the nickname of stately sequoia tree, morticia remaining the lumberjack and you their precious pumpkin. Hot chocolates secured the women had some how managed to succeed in moving you and the pumpkin into Larissa’s office before arranging the supplies you’d need when you awoke.

Your obsession recently had been black cats so it was easy for the women to find a cute yet Halloween appropriate stencil for you to use. Together they helped you carve and gut the pumpkin while laughing and loving on you. Your little heart filled with a type of joy that you never had as a child. The atmosphere and love was not something you’d had the pleasure to experience until them either. “Fanks best day ever momma mommy I wuvs you” you mumbled as all three of you admired the work of art.

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cupidspup · 5 months ago

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CG!Ticci-Toby x Little!Reader

All art credit above goes to the original artist!!

A/N (PLEASE READ!):

OKAY SO-- It's been a long while since I've done a fic (especially an agere one) SO PLEASE BE NICE (╥ᆺ╥；) I love writing but it takes a lot of courage and energy and when it comes to agere fics it's especially for littles who feel lonely and take comfort in reading a fic! I want my fics to be something that allows littles like me (who have a softer heart and need extra lovins) feel better and more little!! And I've decided to start writing again by being indulgent in what I write! Today's prompt is based off of what I remember from creepypasta when I was young and I'm not very well versed in any of their lore as much as I used to be skdksks if that's not your thing that's okay! I just hope you enjoy my writing! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ anywho! Back to the post!! Below are some trigger warnings if needed :3 I won't be including anything too graphic or anything but there *MAY* be a curse word or two or just more adult things since they're serial killers x) (I'm writing this all before I'm writing it lol)

- ꒰ა♡ Kewpie ♡໒꒱

Trigger Warnings:⤵

Strong language, mentions of blood (past tense/present), implications of death/murder via the presence of blood (past tense and very minimal), mentions of weapons, masc caregiver nicknames (daddy, dada, baba, papa, ect), feminine and gender neutral nicknames (princess, kid/kiddo, tiny)

Summary

Toby comes back to Slendermansion after a long day on the job only to find you asleep in bed! Oh no that won't do! He wants to see his baby!

Not a trigger warning but more so something to keep in mind: I know Toby is/was known for a stutter because of his tics BUT I will NOT write the way he speaks like people used to. I don't have Tourrettes myself but I also know that stuttering doesn't always happen when you have it. I also did do research on him a little and found that his tics are more physical rather than verbal! I would like to avoid doing it until im more knowledgeable about it just so i dont offend anyone on accident ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა If any of you guys feel that I need to change anything or would like to educate me please do in the comments or in private in a polite manner! ^^

It's dark out and you're already snuggled into your bed. Going to sleep alone isn't very uncommon and you've gotten used to it. You and your daddy have put together quite the bedtime routine to make up for your lack of tucking ins! As you're cuddled nice and warm into bed, there's a slight creak in the door.

Not enough to wake you up, it's slow and quiet. You hear footsteps make their way throughout the room, closer to your bed. This is what makes you stir and start to wake up.

The footsteps stop. They know you're awake now.

You groan as you sit up, squinting and looking into the darkness. "Dada?" You wait for an answer. The footsteps resume this time faster.

Finally, the mystery person comes out from the shadows. The gentle light from your nightlight shining on them and it's your one and only caregiver, Toby!

He excitedly makes his way back to your side of your bed, sitting right by you. Before he does anything else he makes sure to put his (now clean) hatchets away before hugging you close. Toby always gives the best hugs, even though his tics are unpredictable it doesn't mean the firm yet gentle squeeze isn't nice to sink into.

"Yes, princess? Did I.. did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did. I was trying to be quiet, but I was just, just so excited to see you! You, you're just so cute when you're snoozin away like that!"

His mind goes a thousand miles a minute, and his mouth can't catch up, especially with his tics. So there's a stutter here and there. Not that it's a very big issue. It's just how your daddy talks! And you love it when he talks.♡

You yawn and lean into him, your eyes closed as you try to wake yourself up more. It's very late, if you were big enough to read the clock you'd probably know but now? Clocks are for big kids and you? You're very small, so the moon shining light through the window is enough for now.

"C'mon, cutie I know you can hug, hug me better than that! You missed your dada, didn't you?" He says in a playful tone, squishing you slightly in his arms. You reach your hands up to him and give him your best sleepy hug. To which he holds you even longer, resting his cheek on the top of your head. When he does you feel this weird wet substance and it makes you fuss a little.

"Mmmm babaaaaa m no like itttt" you whine at him.

He releases you from his hug and takes his goggles off, looking at you confused. "What do you mean, baby? What's going on?" When you look him in the eye you see it, he's got a small cut on his cheek and it's leaking blood. He probably doesn't feel it due to his disorder that prevents him from feeling pain in the first place. You yawn and point sleepily at his cheek. "You gots messy on you face, dada"

He feels around his face before touching his cheek right above his muzzle before looking at his gloved hands. Sure enough there's a spot of blood on the fabric where he touched.

"Oh no that's no good, thank, thank you for telling me kiddo! Daddy wouldn't have known if it wasn't for you! Wanna make it all better and put some...some cute bandaids on it?" He says to you with a smile, cleaning the blood off of his gloves for the most part. You nod with a smile and start doing grabby hands at him, the lack of cuddling and holding already making you feel lonely.

He smiles at you wider than he already is and ruffles your hair a little before going off to the bedside drawer. He always has bandaids handy for you. You two are the perfect pair! A clumsy little with an even clumsier caregiver! What a match!

He carefully opens the box, taking out a few bandaids for you to choose from. Of course these are patterned all cute with your favorite characters on them! You smile at the selection and before Toby can tell you to choose one, you're already opening the packages to each of them.

"Sure we can put all of them on my ouchies! Be super super careful though, sweetheart. I don't want any of your cute pj's getting messy because of me alright?" He says with a cautious but still laid back and nice tone. You nod happily in response before sticking on all of the bandaids. Two actually did the job for what he had, but you also know Toby is never gonna say no to you when you put them all over him. By the end of it, Toby has some on his muzzle, his nose, forehead, even some on his fingers! Everywhere that your daddy has owies on or you know he might have some in the future. Extra love for him can never hurt!

He takes out his phone and looks at himself in the screen. Most people can't tell but because you're not most people you can see the little squint and grin across his face. He seems really happy with your bandaid makeover! He looks over his fingers fondly, chuckling at you trying to think ahead for him.

"How lucky am I to have such a..such a thoughtful lil one?" He says happily before sitting closer to you, his phone still unlocked in his hand. "I wanna remember this moment so how, how about we take a selfie together, cutie? I want to have something to see for when I miss you and you're not with me!" You smile and nod your head quickly at the idea, coming closer to him and cuddling up to his arm, nuzzling your nose into his neck and cheek.

"C'mon tiny, say 'Cheese!'"

"Cheeeee!!"

It takes a few tries to get a photo that isnt blurry from his tics but finally he takes the photo and looks it over. You look it over, too and you feel the swarm of butterflies flutter in your tummy. Being with your daddy always makes you so, so happy. Especially when he's so soft and sweet like this!

"Hey baby I found some, some filters! Let's take a few more!"

Once again you're snuggled up to your silly caregiver, posing for photos with him while he puts bunny ear filters and funny face filters. He saves each and every one and you can't help that fuzzy lil tingle in your chest when you see his gallery is basically only filled with you two. You smile and give him a lil peck on the side of his muzzle. To that he smiles from under it and puts his hand softly over the spot.

"Awe that was real sweet of you kid, what, what was that for?" He says with a happy tone.

Your face flushes a little as you twiddle your fingers, mumbling softly. Something about cute and loving your baba. He chuckles and pulls his goggles off, now seeing you much easier in the dim lit room.

Toby pulls his muzzle down just enough to lean in for a quick peck. He kisses your forehead softly and smiles at you before putting it back into place. ♡ His kisses always feel extra special when he does that. Toby doesn't like people seeing him without his muzzle, especially because of the gash on the side of his cheek. But with you, he knows that extra but of vulnerability goes a long way. You're his baby after all, if you trust him so much he should trust you just the same.

Once his muzzle is back on your stomach let's out a low growl. At first you're a little embarrassed but Toby isn't phased at all. As a matter of fact, Toby wastes no time picking you up and hoisting you to his hip. He rests you onto the side and carries you with one arm (because he's your daddy, of course he can carry his little one no problem!).

Carrying you is never an issue for Toby. It can only be a little difficult when he's has his tics or they come more than just once. But it never stops him! He just makes sure to hold onto you a little bit tighter and tries to move his head away when he does.

It's hard to predict when his tics will come but even when you're small you're understanding and patient. He's doing his best just like you are.

"Let's go get some midnight snacks for that lil tummy of yours huh? A midnight...midnight snack with my princess sounds delicious." He says as he tickles your tummy a little. He was about to start walking to the door before you started to fuss in his arms, squirming as you continue to whine.

"What is it baby what's wrong? Did Dada do something to make you upset? Are, are you sleepy? Hungry? Sad?" He questions as he bounces you gently. His questions come left and right as he continues trying to find the answer. You fussily point to your forgotten stuffie on the bed and turn back to whine at him. With that he finally gets the hint.

"Ooooh you, you just wanted your plushie! You silly billy you've gotta use your big kid words for stuff, stuff like that okay?" He goes back and retrieves your stuffie, snuggling it right into your arms before heading out the door.

This, of course, sends you even deeper into your little space. Even though he tells you to use big kid words, something about him babying you and talking to you that way just makes you melt. And he's fully aware of that too.

Finally, you're both out of the room and headed down the halls of the mansion to the kitchen. All the residents of Slendermansion are very aware of you and Toby and the different aspects of your guys' dynamics. They don't really care what you both do as long as you aren't making other uncomfortable and being civil they're all pretty on board! That or stick to themselves for the most part.

Once you and Toby are in the kitchen he finds a place to set you down by the counter. Before starting his snack preparations he turns to you. "Can you be a good baby for Daddy and sit, sit here for me? Be reaaally careful so you don't fall okay? I need both of my hands for this so that I can make you...make you the bestest snack ever!" You give him an affirmative nod and snuggle your plushie closer for comfort. You see his eyes squint as he smiles, he pets your hair gently before ruffling it.

"That's a good baby, so we'll behaved" He says affectionately, "I'll be...I'll be done in just a minute okay, tiny?" You nod affirmatively again and flush slightly at his praise and gentle touch.

Toby rummaged through the cabinet, taking out a cute bowl fit for a small child. With some more rummaging he finds some baby puffs along with an adult sized baby bottle. Of course, this one is decorated and themed to your liking. He fills the bowl with the puffs to an amount you both can share. He knows you enjoy sharing your snacks with him and honestly, baby puffs "smack" (according to him) and he'd eat them with you any day.

Once the bowl is filled he heats some milk with honey in the microwave (Toby isn't allowed to use the stove unless there's another person with him - regressed babies do not count). While the milk heats up he brings the bowl to you and offers a puff up to your mouth.

"Here sweetheart, say 'ahh' for me." He says happily.

You do as told and he pops in a puff. You chew on that and offer him one, to thar he quickly pulls down his muzzle and lets you feed him a few at a time. Not too many at once due to his gash. After a few more moments of you feeding each other, Ben walks into the room. He comes in without looking up, busy playing with his games on his phone.

" 'Sup." He says as he makes his way to the fridge.

"Hey dude, whatcha up to? Is, Is it snack time for you too? Whatcha gonna do after that?" Toby starts to bombard him with questions, always one to not only strike up conversation but carry that conversation too.

"Jesus Toby one at a time I can barely answer the first God damn question-" Ben says at first before looking at you. He stops in the middle of his sentence before lowering his voice.

"Didn't notice you had the baby with you." He takes a random snack from the fridge and closes it, leaning against the counter close to you while he eats it. Toby feeds you some more puffs, keeping you occupied as you wave at him politely.

Ben has seen you this way before so you don't mind being little with him that much. He's even babysat you before a couple of times, though most of those times were spent playing games (that he would let you win sometimes). Ben definitely acts like the big brother when he's around you. And because he's like your big brother he waves but sticks his tongue out at you right after. You stick your tongue out back at him before giggling a little.

"Hey you two be nice to each other," Toby says, piping up slightly, "I've still got to put them back to sleep Ben, don't rile them up too much either." Ben waves Toby off and rolls his red pupils.

"Yeah, yeah I know it's fine. We're just messing around." Ben responds, perfectly dismissing Toby's protective nature around you. Just when Toby is about to respond the microwave beeps, signaling that your bottle is ready! "Actually, I need a favor from you." Toby says as he takes it out, handing the bottle like it's nothing at all.

Ben looks at Toby with a curious look, waiting to hear what the favor is. Toby hands him the bottle. "Test that on your arm, I need to know if it's warm but not too hot for the baby."

(Of course Toby and Ben's repeated use of "the baby" makes you feel even more babyish and has you regressing even further. Big kid vocabulary is out the window and it's semi-nonverbal time for you.)

"What?? Why?? I don't wanna do that do it yourself." Ben protests quickly, going back to his phone.

"Dude I can't, I feel numb all of the time how, how would I even know?" Toby rebuttals to Ben just as quick.

Ben huffs and takes the bottle in his hand, turning it over his wrist and letting it drip onto him. "Ugh fine gimme that." He waits a second for it to process and see if it's hot or not. Luckily the bottle was just right so he hands it right back to Toby, licking the milk off of his wrist. "Its fine you can give it to the kid now."

Toby takes it with a smile and batting his eyelashes at Ben while he puts the bottle in his large pockets. "Thank you Bennie~" he says with a sickenly, sweet voice. Ben, of course, rolls his eyes at this and keeps at his game.

"C'mon cutie it's time to put you to sleep. Say 'bye-bye' to big brother Bennie!" He says as he hoists you back onto his hip, walking away. You smile and wave at Ben, "Bai Bai Bennie!!" You say happily to him. He looks up and waves back a little at you, a little smile across his face. "Bye gremlin, sleep well."

Toby makes his way back to the room and sits on your guys' bed. He lets out a long sigh as he sits, now situating you onto his lap as he gets ready to feed you. With you rested into his arms and the bottle at the ready, you both were absolutely ready for bedtime. He takes his muzzle off and smiles, kissing your forehead. "Drink up tiny, it's time that... that daddy puts you sleep! I'll head to bed once you're snoozin away don't worry kiddo."

He brings the bottle up to your lips and before he can even tell you to open wide you already do so, guzzling down the sweet drink he made you. Toby absolutely melts at how cute you are, squishing you a little closer just to relish in you. And of course, you cuddle into him just as much.

He always does such a good job at taking care of you and doing all the little things. Even though his tics can get in the way or startle you awake again, you never get angry with him or fuss. Maybe it was new to navigate at first but you know that it was out of his control and he always does his best to keep them under control when it's necessary.

Finally, you finish your bottle and bury your face into his chest. Curling up and fully starting to fall asleep again. Toby puts your finished bottle on the nightstand and rests his cheek on top of your head for a few seconds. Just to savor this moment. He loves these moments so much. He softly rocks you as you drift to sleep, rubbing your back gently as he does.

"I love you baby. I'll head to bed too." He says before laying down fully with you in his arms as he pulls the covers over you both. With a quick kiss on your cheek the night is once again peaceful and you're together again.

♡

A/N: Waaah! It's finally finished!! It took me so, so long to do everything but its finished and I'm so proud of myself for sticking it out QwQ I really hope you guys liked this story, it's truly just so nostalgic to me and honestly has such a nice place in my heart 🩷 This is my first agere fic with a character and I hope I did well!! I was so anxious about this but I think I did well with balancing everything out hehe ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა I'm going to head back to sleep now but I'll have another fic up soon! ૮( ˃ ꒳ ˂)ა if you have any requests or suggestions please comment or submit them to my account I love it when people do those! :3 (also maybe a sorta part 2 with Big brother Ben drowned? ८,,◐⩊◐,,ა ) hehehe okay bye for realsies now, stay safe everyone!૮ ᴖﻌᴖა🩷

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dasiesanddarkness · 23 days ago

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wesper winter ✨day three✨

theme: first meetings

prompt: through a friend

summary:

17:32 in Bad Bitches 💅

witch: INEJ

wifey: WHAT

witch: JESPER

wifey: YES

witch: AND

witch: WYLAN

witch: DO YOU SEE THE VISION

wifey:...

wifey: I SEE IT

witch: THATS WHAT IM SAYING

witch renamed “Bad Bitches 💅” to “Matchmaking Services”

witch: buckle up bitches we got work to do

wifey: let’s brainstorm

no tw, and general audiences

full thing below the cut!

17:32 in Bad Bitches 💅

witch: INEJ

wifey: WHAT

witch: JESPER

wifey: YES

witch: AND

witch: WYLAN

witch: DO YOU SEE THE VISION

wifey:...

wifey: I SEE IT

witch: THATS WHAT IM SAYING

witch renamed “Bad Bitches 💅” to “Matchmaking Services”

witch: buckle up bitches we got work to do

wifey: let’s brainstorm

***

“Can I at least see a picture?”

Wylan was in Nina’s room, trying to decide which sweater to wear to his date. His blind date, with someone who, according to Nina and Inej, would be perfect for him.

“Then it wouldn’t be a blind date, would it? Here, try this one.” Nina passed him another sweater, and Wylan grumbled but pulled the other one over his head to try this one on. “I can assure you he’s gorgeous, if it helps.”

“It doesn’t,” Wylan said. He plucked at the sweater and appraised himself in Nina’s full length mirror. “I think I need a necklace.”

“Right you are, love. Luckily, I already thought of that.” Nina winked and held out two, a delicate choker, and a much longer chain with a pendant. She watched as he clipped them around his neck, and reached out to adjust how the choker was centered when he finished.

Wylan turned to look at himself in the mirror again. He thought he looked rather nice, actually. Hopefully, it was enough to impress his date.

“You look adorable.” Nina reached out to pinch his cheek teasingly, and Wylan scowled and swatted at her hand.

“If that’s all-”

“Yes, yes, and you look hot, Saints.” Nina rolled her eyes. “If you weren’t so vain, maybe we wouldn’t have been here for the last hour.”

“I was going to go with the first outfit I tried on, but you insisted-”

“Hush, Wylan, and hold still. I need to send Inej a picture,” Nina scolded. She was grinning widely, which only made Wylan roll his eyes. But he listened and didn’t move so she could take her picture and send it off to Inej.

“He better not be as insufferable as you,” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair to try to get it to lay flat.

“Worry not, dear,” said Nina as she patted his shoulder, “He’s worse.”

***

“You look better in the purple,” Inej told him.

“I look amazing in everything,” Jesper replied, but he turned and started to switch shirts. As he did, his mind wandered back to his date. “Why won’t you show me a picture?”

“Because Nina wouldn’t show him one, and it would be unfair for you to know what he looked like if he doesn’t know what you look like.”

“Well, if he’d seen a picture of me, he’d have passed out because I’m so hot.” Jesper winked at Inej in the mirror. “I have that effect.”

“And yet, I haven’t passed out in your presence even once.”

“Well, that’s because your type is anemic white boys that have no sense of style,” reasoned Jesper. “I’m the exact opposite of all those things, so of course I don’t appeal to you.”

Inej didn’t respond. Instead, she had turned a critical eye onto his eyeshadow collection. “I will tell you that he has red hair,” she said absentmindedly.

“He’ll be easy to find, at least,” Jesper mumbled. Inej snorted.

“Hurry up and do your makeup.” She handed him one of his pallets and a brush. “You can’t be late to your first date.”

***

Wylan was terrified. Inej and Nina had both agreed that he’d like Jesper. but that changed very little. What if Jesper didn’t like him? It wouldn’t be unreasonable. He’d had plenty dates tell him he was awkward, or too direct, or-

“Are you Wylan?”

Wylan very nearly jumped out of his chair. “Ye-yes, that’s-” he coughed, awkwardly, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Jesper?”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Jesper held out his hand, but when Wylan took it, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his knuckles with a wink. He could feel his cheeks flush embarrassingly, and glanced away.

His friends had been right. He did like Jesper. He was outrageously gorgeous, for one thing. He had the most perfectly shaped lips Wylan had ever seen, and a broad nose and grey eyes that Wylan would love to paint some time.

“You too.” Wylan smiled weakly. He should say something, before he made everything awkward and drove this beautiful man away. “I, um, like your makeup.”

Jesper smiled, and Wylan had the wonderful feeling that he’d done something right. “Thank you,” he said, “I like your necklaces.”

“Oh they- they’re Nina’s, actually. She insisted I come over so she could help me get ready, and then made me try on about a million different shirts before she decided this one looked good, and-” Wylan cut himself off. Jesper tilted his head, and Wylan blushed again. “Sorry, I just… Well, I feel a little underdressed, to be honest.”

Jesper reached out to place a hand over his. Wylan looked down at it with wide eyes, then back up at him. “You look wonderful,” Jesper assured him. “I think your outfit suits you.”

“And how would you know? You barely know me, after all.” Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut? It had been going so well, but his incessant need to be contrary had likely just ruined everything.

Instead of looking offended or weirded out, Jesper grinned. “So help me get to know you. What do you like, Wylan?”

Wylan smiled. Maybe Nina and Inej were right. Maybe this would go well.

***

21:16 in “Matchmaking Services”

wifey: okay i just got off the phone with Wylan

wifey: it went *very* well

witch: CURRENTLY AT JESPER’S

witch: HE WONT STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW ADORABLE WYLAN WAS WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT MUSIC

witch: I DO BELIEVE WE CAN CALL THIS MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

wifey: i would agree

wifey: operation wesper was a success

witch: oh without a doubt

witch: were great at this

wifey: couldn’t agree more, nina

wifey: couldn’t agree more

@wesper-winter

#wesper winter #ww creations #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #wylan x jesper #wesper #inej ghafa #nina zenik #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone tv #six of crows fanfic

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lovelycrimsonredsnow · 3 months ago

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hello, darling! Can I request the prompt 4 (from the list you shared) with a yandere Indra Otsutsuki? Don't feel pressured to write it if you're not in the mood. Take care!!

Ofcourse dear! To you as well ☺️ (holy cow I got carried away with this-)

(TW: blood, Indra being a moody bitch, slight dubious content, my poor grammar 🥲) (this was NOT proofread 😭)

Yandere Indra otsutsuki...(Prompt 4: "Stop struggling...it's hard to love you when your being difficult, my love")

You weren't sure how it ended up this way, With him pinning you down harshly on the prickly grass. Your clothes stained with blood and your limbs aching from the weight above you.

You were just a normal citizen in an unnamed village just north of the Great otsutsuki empire. You nursed people, that's all you did...nothing less and nothing more. How come someone as great as him come to be so obsessed with you then? Was it because you were attractive? No, Ofcourse not. You shouldn't be so arrogant as to think that. He was simply injured and you were the nearest doctor, that's all...

You were busy getting herbs from a nearby clearing for some medicine, one of your friends has gotten a rather awful cold. Thats when you saw him, laying next to a tree. His hands over his bloodied midsection and his brown hair a mess. As the kind person you were you couldn't just let this man die there...that would simply be cruel of you! You put your basket down and sprinted over to him, you tried your best to drag him to your clinic...which was hard since he was rather heavy for a man who looked so young. Thankfully he wasnt completely unconscious and seemed to understand you were helping him. You slung his arm around your shoulders and helped him walk to your clinic and immediately ran to get some thread to stitch the large hash across his stomach up. He was very quiet the whole time...you almost thought he died if it wasn't for the fact his eyes were open...staring at you specifically. It was rather unnerving the entire procedure.

When you were done you awkwardly suggested him to rest for a few days to prevent the stitches from popping out. He just stared at you with his black eyes...you swore you saw a hint of red in them.

For the next few days you brought him meals and attempted to keep him from getting up to much, you figured out quickly that he was the oldest son of lord hagaromo. Indra, was his name. He didn't speak much, other than saying thank you after you treated him and such. You just assumed someone as powerful as him was just disinterested in someone like you, which was understandable.

It was rather late since you just got back from a night out with your friend Hanna (if that's your name pretend it's something else-), you walked through the doorway and took off your coat. Yet the moment you turned around you were faced with the black eyed man. "Oh...! Indra! Did- did I wake you? I-im terribly sorry if I did-" you stuttered out a response, it scared you how close he was...yet the closer you looked you saw more red staining his clothes. "Did your stitches tear...?" You asked him with a concerned tone. When he once again gave no response you simply dragged him again back

to check his mid section, your hands running over the Injured area gently. Yet...the stitches were perfectly fine, not a single sign of stress. "Huh? Then how...?" You mumbled perplexed. Your thoughts Interrupted when he started talking. "Touch me again." ....huh? Did you...did you hear that right? "Are you deaf y/n? I told you to touch me again." He ordered. Though for some reason it sounded more like a threat. "..." You didn't bother to stop him when he forcibly grabbed you by the arms. "Tsk...and here I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me" he scoffed releasing you. You were rather shocked at that whole scene just now. slowly backing out of the room you made your way to a small kitchen like area to get some more medicine. Moody or not he was still a client....who could ruin your life if he wanted to... No pressure at all.

You opened the cabinet quietly and retrieved the herbal leaves from a bottle. Crushed them up and slid them in some sea for pain relief, hoping it would make him less agitated. You re-entered the room and placed the cup beside him before quickly turning on your heel to exit, yet stopping at the door, Curiosity filling you. "Earlier...I noticed you had blood on you. Yet your stitches weren't loose ...how?"

You saw him lightly glare at you, shit what did you say to offend him now? "You shouldn't give your attention on people who don't deserve it." You turned your heard twords him, was he taking about your friend...? Why on earth did he think he could say that...

"excuse me?" The words shot out from your mouth, though you probably shouldn't have questioned him. "Don't give them all your attention, I'm your patient. Focus on me y/n." He quickly snapped at you. "Weak, is what those people are. Why don't you stay with someone stronger?"

"what exactly are...are you suggesting...?" You tightly clenched the hem of your shirt, you kept feeling the urge to run from his tone... "Stay with me. I can protect and provide for you y/n, you don't need them." he got up and walked a few steps closer. He was acting so strange, like he was jealous or hungry...for you. The extra blood on him should've been a red flag for you to run before. He was dangerous and could kill you in an blink of an eye, was it to late to run now?

You didn't take my extra chances and started running...yet now looking back at it. Not the best decision...

He easily caught up with you, almost inhumanly fast. You remember ending up tackled on the ground, the impact on your back making it hurt. "Ach-!" You yelped. "Be quiet. You ungrateful brat. I gave you a generous proposition didn't I?" He said, his voice laced with annoyance and a hint of disappointment. You tried to thrash around in hopes of getting him off, but he shifted his full weight on you, making it hard to move. "Look at me y/n. Do I look like I have time for your shit? Stop being a little brat and come back with me. Do I need to kill more people hm? They should stop taking so much of your time." Wait, kill more...people? your brain froze for a moment, that blood from earlier. It wasn't his...oh God. Did he kill Hanna?! No...that was impossible you were just with her! Your eyes started watering a bit, how did things turn out like this?! All you wanted to do was cry and bury yourself somewhere...

You felt a rather cold calloused hand wiping your tears away, an uncharacteristically gentle touch compared to moments ago. "Just stop struggling...it's hard to love you when your being difficult, my love" you felt his face burying itself into your shoulder, the blood from earlier staining your current clothes. You yelped when he started biting it, teeth leaving marks everywhere. The second you made that sound his hand shot up to cover your mouth. "Shh...just stay still. Let me take care of you for once."

#yandere Naruto #yandere prompts #yandere indra otsutsuki #yandere x reader

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years ago

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Helloo, I'm really excited to req to you again! (until now I didn't have any req ideas..). May I req HCs of “Man. I was hoping you'd fall asleep in my arms.”, GN reader with Hirako (Bleach), Yato (Noragami), Edward (Fullmetal Alchemist) please? So maybe the movies could be the boring/not interested one he chose/picked but reader become invested in watching it that they ignore him?

Ahh im glad you like my writing :) Sorry this came out late!

Prompt HCs(Shinji Hirako/Yato/Edward Elric)

Prompt: “Man. I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.”

Shinji Hirako

He really didn’t expect you to be so invested in such a dull movie. He picked it on purpose, expecting you to be bored out of your mind and fall asleep in his arms.

A coward he may be, but clever nonetheless. If he was too shy to tell you how he felt, then why not figure out a way to get you to fall for him?

But, when the fall doesn’t happen, he turns to find you very concentrated in the movie.

That's when he had no choice but to push.

“Man. I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.” He tried to sound bored, glancing here and there at you.

He thought he didn’t get a reaction from you, but after a few long minutes, you’re looking right at him with wide eyes. He returned the look, concerned if what he said was something he shouldn’t have said. He wasn’t expecting such a face from you.

“What?” He asks you.

“W-well…um…I just wasn’t expecting that from you,” you mumble, “w-were you trying to get me to do that?”

Shinji looked away in embarrassment, scratching his chin nervously. “I mean…it was an attempt. Did it work?”

Your face was red, making him smirk in slight victory. “Uh…it does sound appealing.”

He opens his arms for you to rest on his chest. He couldn't be anymore happier, knowing that he managed to get you in his arms.

Yato

It was selfish, he knows, but he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. As much as he cares for you, he just never found the time to admit how much he loves you to your face. So, he figured this just might do the trick.

To his surprise, though, he finds you so invested in the movie that was supposed to be boring for you.

He knows you to be the type to fall asleep if you were to get bored, so he for sure knew this would work. Apparently, he didn’t know you as well as he thought.

“Man…I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.” He mumbled to himself. But he didn’t realize he said it aloud to where you could hear. He watched your eyes slightly widen as you watched the TV, slowly turning your head to him.

“H-huh?” You gasp lightly.

He already dug himself, might as well continue. “I mean…that’s uh…if you wanted to…?” Smooth, Yato. Real smooth.

You smiled and chuckled at his weird behavior. But you nodded and instinctively yawned. “Sure.”

He couldn’t feel anymore happier in his life. He couldn’t believe it actually worked, and he forsees his future to use this tactic whenever there was a good opportunity.

Edward Elric

Television was always something boring in daily life. To Edward, at least. He’d rather go around and chase bad people or train than sit and watch something. But such an opportunity couldn’t be missed.

As often as his little brother nags him for never telling you his feelings, he feels pretty proud of himself at this moment. That is, until you didn’t fall asleep like he was hoping.

I couldn’t stop staring at you as you watched the television so intently. How could you like news on crime going around town on a night like this? He simply couldn’t understand you, but that's why he loves you.

Soon enough, you caught him staring at you. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He quickly cleared his throat, finally taking his eyes off of you. “Well….to be honest…I was hoping you'd fall asleep in my arms.”

“What?” You deadpan. This was not like the Edward you knew. If anything, he’d have training on his mind instead of someone he cares about. “What’s gotten into you?”

Now, he had to think of something. Of course, he didn’t have the guts to tell you his feelings at this moment, so instead, he thought of something else. “I just…I have a lot on my mind and need comfort.” He declares, head held high as if he is proud of something.

You raised your eyebrow. You weren't sure whether to believe him, but it isn’t really too far from the truth. As much as he’s gone through, it’s not surprising that he would need comfort here and there. With a sigh, you let yourself fall onto his shoulder. “Better?” You ask him as you slowly grow more comfortable leaning on him.

He nods slowly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Y-Yeah…”

#anime #bleach #shinji hirako #shinji hirako x reader #noragami #yato #yato x reader #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #edward elric x reader #x reader #reader #hcs #headcanons #'prompt hcs #prompt

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cossiedxll · 1 year ago

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HEYY! Congrats on 100 you totally deserve it🫶! May I ask for a jing yuan x preferably fem!reader, with prompt number 5? “Sleeping in” for your event? <3

Also, your links are Taylor swift lyrics right?? lmao i thought I recognized it the second I found your blog 🤭

prompt 5: sleeping in + jing yuan !

authors notes: hello there! yes my links are taylor swift lyrics HAHAH most of my prompts for my fics are taylor swift lyrics so thank you for noticing! also im sorry that this is so short :((

his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, his neck buried into your neck. your hand is tangled within his hair, arms around his neck. you can tell its a little late in the morning by the sun is spilling into your shared bedroom through the curtains. "go back to sleep." jing yuan's voice rings through your ears, causing you to look at him. "dont you have work today?" you chuckled, ruffling his hair a little.

"not important, id rather spend my time with you." he pulled you closer, as if to say don't leave me alone

"i don't think your assistants will be very happy about that." your words caused him to grunt as you laugh at his reaction. "there isnt much work to do anyways.. i did most of it yesterday." he tries to reason, trying to convince you to not force him to go to work.

"please? i just want to spend time with you." his golden eyes peer into yours. "fine, but at least make a good excuse to your assistants." he kisses your cheek at this, settling back into the cold sheets of the bed, away from the sun.

you realise that you still have to get to your own job so you try to shift out of his arms, almost sliding off the bed before your lover's wrist loops around yours to pull you back under the blankets. you sigh as you turn towards him.

"i hate you." you sigh out

"you love me you just don't want to admit it."

"i still need to get ready for my job too you know?" you remind him, causing him to wrap his arms tighter around you again to prevent you from leaving. "don't go, i'll call them and tell them you aren't feeling well. you deserve a break too." he mumbles into your neck, his hair tickling you.

"this is the last time i'm sleeping in with you. i can't keep doing this." you laugh into his chest, his hand runs through your hair as he hums. "go back to sleep, lets just stay like this." you lean your head on his chest as you feel your eyes start to droop again with jing yuan's arm wrapped around your waist.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated and thank you for participating in this event!

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan drabble #cora's event !!

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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I would love to read something about Matt Smith as Milo Crown from Morbius. I don’t know if you have watched it or if you like it but I feel like reading some fluff / smut with him would be so cute. Like turning the bad ones into good ones just for her is my favorite. Maybe he‘s been in love with her forever and gets jealous of Michael? Maybe he questions her love for him and gets all insecure and she shows him how much she loves him ?? Or maybe just some waking up next to each other stuff or anything if you‘re up to it.

Him Or Me

Milo Crown x Reader

Summary: "Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: gender neutral reader, jealousy, mentions/depictions of violence during a heated argument, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i was meant to write this the moment i got it but ???? it died????? HHAAHAHHA anyway ever since i watched Morbius (solely for my husband matt HAHAH) i was like 'aint no way his character doesn't have fics' and the urge to write fics for him was strong. tbh i didn't think the movie was as bad???? as everyone was making it out to be???? (maybe im blinded by how amazing matt was in it what a fking simp) i mostly just thought it was very confusing ??? and cliche ig ??? its a marvel film ya know, i feel like marvel films have been reaching a decline in soul as of late anyway enough for that hot take i hope you like it lovie. it turned into an angst prompt though so ..... lolol AHHHAAH also of course we have to add this scene as the gif AHHAHAH iconic Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx

"Stop bringing Michael into this," I snap, pointing a finger at him.

Milo scoffs, "and why wouldn't I be bringing him into this?"

He snarls as he walks past me. I grit my teeth, watching him move to his table to pour himself a cup of gin.

"Because he's not part of this conversation, Milo!"

He laughs as the alcohol spills into his cup. He puts the bottle down and turns to me, raising his glass, "that's funny," he takes a sip, then keeps the object by his lips, "you say that as if it's ever just the two of us doing something. I can never get you alone," he brings the glass down and laughs again, "you like him too much."

"Are you fucking hearing yourself right now?" I wave my hands, "I'm here with you aren't I? I'm concerned with what's happening with you, not Michael."

Milo chucks his glass across the room, "NO!"

I cringe and cover the sides of face with my hands.

"You're HERE," he walks over to me, "because Michael called you. You're doing this for him!"

My breath hitches as Milo stands in front of me with a scowl and a heaving chest. I look up at him as I slowly drop my hands. I feel my eyes water at the severity of his tone, the accusation that I did not care for him.

"Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden.

I flare. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around!"

His face twitches. He lets out an airy chuckle under his breath. He shakes his head, "liar," he grits his teeth and rather painfully admits in a low voice, "I always want you around."

I scoff at him and straighten up, "and what you're doing now is a good indication of that, huh?"

Milo's eyes begin to glass.

I release a shudder as a tear rushes down my face. I look away from him and wipe my tears, but then Milo catches my face as he releases a breathy curse, "fuck- I..."

I shake away from his hold and I move off to the door.

With his newfound powers, which was the reason for this argument in the first place, he runs up to me and blocks my way. Milo clutches my shoulders and shakes his head, "please, don't leave."

I clench my jaw, "you don't seem particularly willing to listen to me."

"Please," he steps forward.

I release a breath, "Milo-"

His hands come to my cheeks, "please."

"I don't-"

My words are cut off by the press of his lips on mine. He leans into me and pulls me in, the warmth of his body mingles with mine. He tastes like gin, but he smells as nice as he always does. My hands come to his torso as he slowly deepens the kiss and slides his tongue against my lips.

When we break away for a breath, Milo presses his forehead on mine and heaves. His breathing is too heavy to be the consequence of mere kissing. He huffs, "I haven't had the balls to tell you that I have been in love with you since the day you laughed at my jokes."

I look at him as he tucks hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry I... blew up on you," he rubs my cheek, "or scared you," he shakes his head, "I would never hurt you."

"Milo..."

"I just figured I wouldn't have a chance with you anyway, especially not when Michael was... well, Michael, and I was me."

I knit my brows and shake my head, "you're a fucking idiot."

He nods, "I am. I know that-"

I cut him off this time and take my turn at cupping his face.

When we pull away, I look at him and comb his hair back. He looks at me with slightly parted lips. I press mine into a soft smile as I take his hands and place them on my waist. I lick my lips "has it never even once occurred to you that I do the shit that I do because I... like you?"

Milo's brows knit a fraction. He blinks. Then, he pulls closer to him. I bring my hands to his chest as we look at each other.

He tilts his head then slowly, his lips curve into a small smile. He releases a chuckle as I rub his chin with my thumbs. He leans into me, "you like me?"

I scoff out a chuckle and roll my eyes.

"Or... is it my money?" he hums with a lopsided smile.

I throw my head back as I laugh. I look back at him as he rubs my sides affectionately. I sigh and shake my head, "you caught me," I raise my hand, "hand over your wallet."

Milo does not hesitate, one hand leaving me to fish for the object in his back pocket.

#milo crown fanfic #milo crown x reader #morbius fanfic #loxias crown fanfic #milo crown fluff #milo crown #milo crown angst #loxias crown fluff #loxias crown x reader #marvel fanfic #morbius fluff #morbius angst

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visage-of-hell · 1 month ago

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Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Everyone calls me Yeen, cuz my online handle across a lotta places is usually "YeenQueen" or some variation of that, and my Twitch channel is called "YeenQueenGaming".

Roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

Muse name(s): Visage, but goes by "Vizzy" or "Viz" for short in most social situations.

Preferred communication: Discord, 100%. I literally LIVE on there when I'm not on here or in one of my games. Even take it on the go with the mobile app. I'm totally good with Tumblr IMs, though, don't get me wrong! My only beef with them is the fact that I often don't get notifications from it in real time. It either never pings at all or it makes the sound without the chat actually updating until I refresh the page. Fix your damn spaghetti code, Tumblr, for FUCK'S sake! XD

Experience: Honestly? I've been RPing in SOME form or another since my preteen years. Originally it was IRC chat rooms, then MUCKs (for those who remember those), forums, over email, online games (which I still do in WoW to this very day) ... and then it moved on to whichever instant messaging program was most popular at the time--ICQ, AOL Instant Messenger, MSN Messenger, Skype, and now Discord. I've been on and off with Tumblr across various fandoms for yeeeeeeears now. Since at LEAST 2014, as one of the earliest RP blogs I ever made was a Dhalish elf OC within the Dragon Age fandom.

Preferred roleplay type: Multi-para/novella style, 100%. I do NOT know when to stop, if a scene REALLY gets me going. I have hit the size limit on Tumblr posts on MULTIPLE occasions. I write third person perspective and that usually comes with a lot of inner dialogue and thoughts from the character's perspective in addition to reacting to whatever is happening in a given scene.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: I always worry that I'm being elitist by saying this, but solid punctuation, spelling and grammar are all EXTREMELY important to me. I gravitate towards people with complimentary writing styles to my own for full RP immersion, so writing with people that deviate from that are just a no-go for me. I'm so sorry. >_< Also people who leave me to do most of the heavy lifting in terms of moving a scene forward. Gimme things to react to, to build upon, a sense of direction, y'know? If I'm constantly the one that has to keep the plot momentum going, I'm gonna burn out and lose interest FAST. Also people who use my characters like "props" rather than having real genuine interactions with them (be it as allies, enemies or something somewhere in between).

Best time to write: Late night, for sure. Not just because that's when all my creative juices flow the best but also because everyone's in bed for the night and I have zero RL interruptions to break my flow. If good ol' insomia has struck again, though, wee early hours of the morning are also probable writing times, cuz the same reasoning still applies!

Are you like your muse? I'd like to think I do a FAIRLY good job of keeping my OCs from coming off as self-inserts, BUT ... let's be honest--we all put at least a LITTLE of ourselves into our OCs, in SOME way/shape/form. I wish I had Vizzy's confrontational prowess and zero bullshit-taking attitude, and that I was anywhere NEAR as good in a fight and on the dance floor as she is, but there IS one thing she and I definitely have in common--the obsessive drive to escape. For me it's writing, gaming and crafting, but the motivation is much the same. It's always so much easier to just bury the pain and the bad under layers of good times and feel-good vibes than to actually CONFRONT that darkness head-on. Much like Vizzy, I try to but don't always succeed ... but I'd like to think that someday I'll have a much better success rate than she does. Eventually. XD

Tagged by: @doublejango

Tagging: @poisonedspider @cup-0fp0isonx @arachnoheaux @shattered-divinity @hcllsbigboss @radiomurdeer @voxuli & ANYONE else who wants to! <3

#OOC: BehindThoseSilverEyes #Haven't done any fun lil' Munday things in awhile so figured why not??? XD

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onlyplatonicirl · 4 months ago

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im sorry if this is kind of like a vent post a little bit but i just want to get it off my chest

Interacting with utmv tumblr lately has been giving me anxiety. I feel scared that like, everyone hates me even though I literally do nothing except write my fic and I just try to be friendly and kind to everyone who also likes all the sans undertales but then other people get mad at me for being kind to the "wrong" people, which is how i got put on a "proshipper" list despite not being a proshipper and strongly disliking problematic content.

I'm scared of utmv "antis" because i see so many people's blogs where they talk CONSTANTLY about hating proshitters and find joy in starting drama, which is a horrible and extremely detrimental mentality to have. I thought we were here to enjoy utmv, not... shittalk everyone we dont like. I'm scared of utmv "proshippers" because i dont want to be associated with or see dark content or anything nsfw at all because i am very uncomfortable, I just.

Want to be normal. I want to have fun. I want to be a nice person. I feel like everyone hates each other and has so much underlying beef with each other and whenever I reblog art I get nervous if the artist secretly hates me or something.

tldr im just really tired. Nothing happened to prompt this im just. H.

if you have beef with each other thats fine but like. dont drag me into it, please just block other people you dont like, callout blogs and callout posts dont do anything except create food fights unless you have solid proof of someone being a genuine piece of shit (a groomer, a transphobe, yadda yadda).

I've never understood the need to constantly complain about things. It drives me away because it makes me miserable. I hate dreammare but I don't even think you could keyword-search a single result about it on my blog if you tried. Because I just don't talk about it at all. Which I don't understand why it isn't the norm.

In my life I've lived I've grown so tired of anger and hatred, I've been surrounded in it to the point where it makes me sick, and i cannot hold onto it for more than an hour. I don't hold grudges, I don't hate, and if I dislike someone I will just not talk to them because I would rather stick dynamite up my nose than be the cause of online drama and shittalking. There are a few people on this platform that I strongly dislike and think should not have a platform due to their actions but I don't want to engage in war. I'm not interested.

Drama is not fun and it never has been when it's over things that don't matter. If you find it fun you need to severely re-evaluate yourself.

again this isn't directed at anything in particular i just dont like being nervous all the time.

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silhouettecrow · 1 year ago

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 219

Adjective: Glorious

Noun: Corruption

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Glorious: having, worthy of, or bringing fame or admiration; having a striking beauty or splendor that evokes feelings of delighted admiration

Corruption: dishonest or fraudulent conduct by those in power, typically involving bribery; the action of making someone or something morally depraved or the state of being so; the process by which something, typically a word or expression, is changed from its original use or meaning to one that is regarded as erroneous or debased; the process of causing errors to appear in a computer program or database; (archaic) decay, or putrefaction

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Hi again, sorry hahaha, but I suddenly got this idea.

May I request for a Larissa Weems x Dance Professor/Instructor Reader. Larissa needed Reader for something so she went to Reader's studio in the school. There she found Reader dancing. I like to think Reader's somewhat of a hiphop type of dancer so baggy clothes, sweatpants, and big sensual movements at times. Larissa just watched for a while then when Reader was close to finishing their dance they took off their top due to being into the music, leaving them with a sports bra or something. Basically just Larissa thirsting over Reader habshsha thank u vv much im sorry if its a bit confusing.

I hope you're well!! <33

-🦝

Rhythm is a dancer| fluff

*Authors note~ I absolutely adore this idea and I love dance but I cannot do it due to my condition so this gave me that feeling back. Music is truly magical*

Trigger warnings~ Larissa being thirsty af for r

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Teaching at Nevermore was nothing short of a dream. The students adored you and you loved the state of the art dance study that you spent most of your time in. Dance was your passion and way of expression, so it was only natural that you'd have a favourite style. Despite how feminine you liked to present outside of the studio, when working or dancing you opted for joggers, Nike trainers, sports bra and a over sized jacket that often sat over an oversized shirt.

Recently, you'd been frustrated with your blossoming feelings for your boss, so that meant you spent more time in the studio choreographing routines, working out, preparing class routines. One of your favourite things about the studio was your floor length mirrors that gave you a better look at your movements from different angles. They were there but easily tuned out when you got caught up in the music.

Larissa was curious when she heard music coming from the dance studio. It was rather late for you to still be working, and the music in question wasn't suitable for what you were teaching at the moment. She knew you were teaching lyrical and contemporary pieces, hip hop and partner dances where for later on in the school year, after you'd gotten a sense of the student's abilities. So it was very unusual for her to hear Reggae music coming from the studio, a song with rather interesting lyrics. She quickly made her way to the studio to peak round the doorway, catching a glimpse of you in the mirrors. Truly, she began to thank herself for adding those to the studio.

You were stunning, the way you moved with the music, as if you and the music where one. It was clear the style was hip hop due to the bigger movements, style of dress and even the slightly sensual movements. The dancing causing you to get warm but knowing the routine was no where near finished you removed your jacket and shirt as if it was always planned to happen, as if it was the next step in the routine. It was flawless.

Larissa would be lying if she said she wasn't absolutely star struck by your movements. The way you rolled your hips ad the way you had this most adorable blissed out look on your face. Your breathing fast as you continued to walk through the routine. Truly, Larissa would be lying if she tried to protest her feelings and thoughts were pure. You were there, rolling your hips, joggers slipping down your hips ever so slightly exposing the band of your underwear and your sports bra providing skin for Larissa to ogle.

Beads of sweat little your body and Larissa had to fight the urge to come and kiss them away. A taste that was unexplainably you. She watched as the music died out, and your movements slowed to stopping. Your breathing racing along as you sucked in greedy gasps of air before bringing your hand up to wipe your forehead. You made your way to your water bottle taking some greedy swigs. Larissa took that as her cue to leave before you spotted her watching you, well drooling over you. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable by your boss thirsting after you.

Larissa's took herself back off to her chambers, retiring for the night. A quick shower and she was in her bed, mind still replaying that dance over and over again. The ache between her thighs growing every time she replayed the memory. With a sigh in frustration she reached over to her bedside draw to grab something that would help. Only then did she relieve her ache that you'd unknowingly caused as she imagined you working diligently between her thighs. Maybe one day it would be more than a thought, but for now she had the memory of your dance, the way your muscles rippled in the movement, how you'd look so sinfully delicious in casual clothes. That was enough for now.

Word count ~ 842

#anon answered #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #weems x reader #principal weems #🦝 anon #anon requested

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romansbookshelfofelves · 7 months ago

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Hi hi! ur transfem roman is rotating in my brain like a potato in a microwave /pos , do u have any other roman headcannons? :0

AGH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER!!! Transfem Roman makes me so happy I need to share my brain worms w the world <33

I hc her as half-sudanese <33

Loves collecting pretty perfume bottles even though heavy fragrances make her head hurt lol

Redesigns book covers that are based off the movie version of the book in her spare time. The hero we deserve

Loves old Arabic love poems but can't read fus-ha/فسحى very well, so she tends to misinterpret some words or meanings and reimagine them in her own way, scribbling out vague shapes or adding splotches of paint to get her interpretation out on paper, or using them as prompts for her writing

Has crooked teeth!! She tends to cover them up in the headspace, but when she's on her own in her room you can see them. I also like to give her hyperpigmentation around her eyes (usually covers it with makeup, but lately has been incorporating it in her eyeshadow designs)

Also lots of scars. She could cover those up too, but she wears them with pride

Shes both a hopeless romantic and aromantic <33

She was utterly obsessed with rise of the brave tangled dragons. Trust me on this

I think both Roman and Remus have a different relationship with the headspace than the others- I like to think of the imagination as its own separate sentient being that the twins have heavy influence over, but can't fully control

Practices henna designs on the others for fun, over time she does unique designs for each of them rather than just traditional henna (Virgil thinks the intricate spiderwebs rolling down their arms are cool as fuck)

Had a bit of a crisis w her hair- hated it short before her egg cracked (but tried to stow away those feelings), tried to grow it out after coming out but still feeling like it looked wrong, and eventually feeling more comfortable w herself and cutting her hair short again, feeling more like herself this time :3

Early drafts are both her favorite and least favorite part of the creation process. Since no one's going to see them, she can just let herself go, but when the words or colors don't quite convey what's inside her she gets frustrated

Has to always be moving in some way- pacing, fidgeting, legs rocking. Patton makes her a fidget bracelet and it helps her a ton

Romanticises cooking together and the general kitchen experience but is truly so so so bad at it. She's the "making breakfast for my beautiful wife <3" "who tf is burning down my kitchen"

I also rlly enjoy genderfluid Roman!! Wears different earrings depending on how she's feeling gender-wise that day <33

#this got longer than i wanted gosh my bad </3 #charming's askbox #she is my gorgeous gorgeous prince ♡#me and roman are yappers at heart

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romanscool · 6 days ago

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HIYAAAA it's Ocean 😽

First of all..... Happy holidays!!!!!🎄💫🩷

I know it's only November, but I'm really feeling the Christmas spirit

Anyways I came on to tumblr as I do once every 3 weeks and I saw you posted this ask game thingy so I'm about to bombard you with a bunch of these asks 😼

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

Yuh

hi hi hi!!!

happy holidays to you too!! and to be honest, I have been really excited for the Christmas and new years' spirit this year too for some reason unknown,,, maybe it's cause im excited for January haha

im so glad for that!! thanks so much for this ask <33

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I actually don't listen to music much while I write,, I'd much rather play a collection of F1 tiktok on loop haha - I have this weird thing where I need repetitive sounds to concentrate, something familiar that my brain doesn't need to focus on :') it's the neurodivergence in me I guess

i've had quite a long period of playing songs like 'We'll Never Have Sex' by Leith Ross, 'No One Noticed' by The Marias (or even 'White Ferrari' by Frank Ocean) on loop while writing the last couple chapters of wcmn,,, so if that helps, I like soft dull songs haha

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I don't! sometimes I think that's unfortunate, considering English is very much not my first language, but I also quite like my weird syntaxes and made up words so,,, im happy about that :)

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

definitely tucked deep in my bed with my cat sleeping on my shins (that little guy finds this weird weirdly comforting, though it's got to be a little awkward no?)! I'd much rather have background noise (like my repetitive tiktoks) than no noise, and sometimes find having someone -anyone- doing their thing next to me to be quite focusing. not even talking, just me writing and them doing whatever helps me concentrate for a reason I do not know haha

I've often found public transportation (like the bus or the tram) to be very inspiring too! though usually I only write my prompts/outlines/first drafts there because I tend to be easily distracted and write words and sentences that hold no meaning even to me

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

most of it all is written on my laptop (I like the little sounds of the keyboard) because I find that I write faster and more precisely on it. I sometimes write on my phone, especially if im on public transports, but my train of thought is quick to go everywhere and not make any sense,,,

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

so many things!!

I think the most 'impressing' is the whole learning dutch language, because I did initially start for wcmn and the dutch dialogue in it (though I've had to use some google translate also,,, sorry duolingo I guess)

a fun one is all the little baby/kid/teen maxiel stuff that I've also put in wcmn and it's little 'epilogue': all the little facts about Daniel being scared of the dark and max having his mum's dress from when he was born as a plushy is all canon!! I wish I could've added more of those in, but I tend to info dump a little too much, so I've decided to keep it to that ;') (for more info on this feel free to check the teen!maxiel tag though!!)

thank you so much for this ask ocean!! it's been lovely to answer all of those little emoji <3

hope you liked my answer, even if they're a little boring or over explained sometimes,,, I hope to hear from you again soon (even if its in three weeks time <3)

lots of love, roman

#I love those little asks #this was so so fun thank you again #also not me yapping too much again #stop me from info dumping on maxiel challenge:failed #ask!game #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #maxiel fic #ao3 #which could mean nothing

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luv-assangiebatch · 1 year ago

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Mendax Undercover - Chapter 7: P4

Over the next several weeks, Julian and Kat continued to meet at least twice a week to work on their research. Kat would prepare datasets and then Julian would test them through his pipeline programs, tuning parameters often for optimal results. Kat also continued to scour through published literature in case any new variants of interest popped up. Preparing the datasets could be tricky sometimes, and also required some advanced coding skills, for which she required Julian’s expertise and guidance. They often found themselves working late hours in Julian’s office as they simply lost track of time while engrossed in their work. Sometimes they would decide to have dinner delivered to the office or Kat would step out to pick something up for them.

While they both were very professional and focused on the project, they were also spending a lot of time together and getting to know each other rather well. They shared jokes, anecdotes, and funny stories from their pasts. Kat shared stories from her life in the United States, and Julian then would share stories about his childhood in Australia. Australia seemed like a different world to Kat and she could not fathom ever making it there, it seemed like it was on the other side of the moon. However, Julian made it seems less foreign to her, and she told him how she often joked and called Arizona the “Australia” of the United States due to the warm climate and strange, ominous creatures that could be found there. Julian told her a little about his early hacking days in his teens and twenties, but he was careful to not mention his website or citizen journalism activities via “the fifth estate.” He was beginning to grow quite fond of Kat and was pretty sure she was a trustworthy individual, but he still felt the need to be cautious. On the other hand, Kat’s crush-feelings for Julian just continued to grow the more she got to know him. She was fascinated by his mind and how talented he was with computer programming. She could see why he was hired as a VP in bioinformatics. While he was very confident and even arrogant at times, he never made her feel inferior. He seemed to value her contributions to the project and treated her as an equal colleague rather than as if he were her boss or mentor. They both began to truly enjoy each other’s company, and they looked forward to their working meetings together, despite knowing they would often run late into the night.

One day, on a day when Kat and Julian usually met after work, Kat noticed Julian was not in the office. She was a little concerned and a bit disappointed to think that they would not meet that day, since she always looked forward to her time with him. She did notice however, that he was online via the instant messenger intranet program, and she saw some emails from him come through of which her variant scientists group was copied. She figured he was simply working from home that day, and that he probably had his reasons for doing so. She pondered sending him an instant message just to check in and make sure he was alright, that he hadn’t fallen ill or anything, but she did not want to overstep her bounds.

A couple hours later, as the usual time for their regular meeting approached, a strange chat window popped up on Kat’s computer. It was not through the company’s regular intranet instant messaging program. It looked more like a command prompt, with the white letters on a separate window with a black background. It simply read “Kitty-Kat.”

Kat felt a wave of heat flash through her face once this message popped up. It was so strange—if it were Julian, why didn’t he just message through the IM program? Then again, how could it be anyone other than Julian, who was the only one to call her Kitty-Kat. She glanced around her desk, making sure no one else was nearby, then she bit her lip as she started to type a response in the mysterious chat window.

- Julian, is that you?

- I’d still like to meet today, if you are up for meeting offsite.

This has to be Julian, she thought to herself. Who else could it possibly be? Kat was extremely intrigued—Julian continued to keep up the mystique.

- Yes, I can meet offsite.

- Excellent. I will send a driver to pick you up at 4pm. He will be parked in a black car across the street from the back lobby.

This was the same spot where she often saw Julian enter a black car after leaving the office after their late meetings.

- Great, I will be there!

- See you soon.

Then the little black chat window disappeared. Kat felt her heart starting to race in her chest. This was all so strange and mysterious. Why the secret chat window, why was a black car picking her up, and most importantly—where was she going? She had so many questions, and while this was all so baffling and a little nerve-racking, it was also exciting. Julian sure knew how to keep things interesting. She looked at the clock and saw it was 330p, and at that point she didn’t even care if she had emails to answer or other work to tend to—whatever it was it could wait until tomorrow. All she could think about was making it out to that street in time to see where this car was going to take her. She quickly gathered up her things and rushed toward the elevators.

Once she made it to the lobby, she continued to scurry across the floor and caught Astrid’s attention at the front desk as she breezed right by her without a greeting.

“Hé! Kat! Hello to you, too!” she quipped after her.

Kat stopped in her tracks and retreated back toward the receptionist.

“Oh goodness, I am so sorry, Astrid!” she gasped, catching her breath. “I am in a bit of a hurry…”

“Clearly! Who’s on fire?”

“Well…Mr. VP is not here today, but I got a strange message from him and he is having a car pick me up at 4:00!”

“Pick you up? And where is it going, this car?” Astrid inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Kat placed both of her hands on the large marble desk and leaned in dramatically.

“I have NO IDEA!” she gasped with a mixture of fluster and excitement.

“Oooooh, quel mystère!” Astrid bubbled with curiosity and enthusiasm for her friend. “Well would you like a little snack for the road? I’ve got some of those little cakes you like…or perhaps some crisps?”

Kat laughed, she loved how generous Astrid was with her snacks. It was sweet how she wanted to take care of everyone, especially her good friends.

“Not right now, my stomach is kind of in knots, but thank you!” Kat then looked up at the clock, then back at Astrid. “Oh, I just realized I am supposed to meet the car outside the back lobby— outside the restricted elevator! But how are you doing?”

“Agh, I’m fucking tired, you know it! Now vas-y, vas-y or you will be late! But we all will want details later, you know. Now go!” Astrid exclaimed as she shooed Kat off toward the back lobby.

Kat chuckled breathlessly as she waved to her friend and ran toward the back lobby. Just as she made it outside, she saw the black car pull up across the street. She felt her stomach drop once she saw the car and trotted over to it, trying to look a little more graceful even though she could not see the driver inside. His side of the car was facing the other side of the street. After she approached the back door on the passenger side, she opened it and peered inside inquisitively.

“Hello, um—were you sent by—”

The driver rolled down the divider between the front and back seats and looked at her with dark eyes that matched his dark, short hair.

“Dr. Assange—yes. Are you…” the man hesitated for a second, as if what he was about to say next was a bit absurd. “Kitty-Kat?”

Kat let out a breath and blushed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed herself. “Yes…Kat,” she started to clarify, but then rambled nervously as she climbed into the car. “…Kitty…Kitty-Kat….yes…” She shut the door and once she got settled she looked in his direction again, her head titled inquisitively.

“Can you tell me where we are going?”

“You will see soon enough. Once you get there, you will walk through the lobby to the elevators, and take it up to P4.”

Kat nodded, still so baffled by this mystery. “P4…” she repeated.

“Enjoy the ride, Miss…” And with that, the driver engaged the divider and began to drive away from the biotech building.

Kat took a moment to catch her breath and look out the window, as if looking at the passing scenery would give her clues on where she was headed. She then took a few minutes to make sure her hair was set right and refresh her light red lipstick. Then she took out her phone and began to text her friends in the group chat.

Kat: You guys, I am in this car that Mr. VP sent for me and I have NO IDEA where it’s going!

Aside from Astrid, the others were astounded by this curious scenario.

Jun: He wasn’t onsite today…

Bethany: Ooooh how exciting!

Astrid: You must tell us EVERYTHING!

Marilu: Maybe you’re going to his residence?

Quite honestly, going to where Julian lived would have been the most logical, educated guess. However, Kat did not want to assume, or presume, anything. Even if it were his home, she still had no idea where that was. It could be an hour away for all she knew.

Kat: The driver did tell me once I get there, to take the elevator up to P4.

Astrid: P4???

Marilu: P may stand for penthouse…

Bethany: Ohhh penthouse, of course! Mr. VP would be in a penthouse!

Jun: What a fun adventure!

The friends continued to text for a while until the car finally stopped and the driver rolled down the divider again.

“Have a good day, Miss…Remember, P4.”

“Oh! Okay—P4…” she repeated under her breath, then she looked at the driver as she opened the door. “Thank you very much, this is a lovely car.”

The driver smiled lightly. “Thank you.” He rolled up the divider again and Kat shut the door. As the car drove off, she turned around and faced the rather tall building in front of her. It wasn’t as tall as Santé Genomics, but it looked to have about 16 floors or so. She walked up a modest staircase to the front double doors and walked inside. It was an older building but it looked to have been remodeled. The wooden floor was polished and shiny, and had ornate, multicolored area rugs decorating the main walkways. To her left, there was a front desk, and as she continued to step forward past the desk she finally saw the brassy, reflective elevators. She pushed the “up” button and once inside the elevator, she saw the button for P4. It seemed Marilu was correct in guessing the P stood for penthouse. She tried to calm her nerves as she rode the elevator up to P4, and she was relieved to not have anyone else stepping on and off—she must have caught it at a perfect time.

The elevator finally made it to P4 and once the door opened, Kat walked out into a very quiet hallway. The hallway also had a wooden floor with a long runner that was decorated similarly to the one in the lobby. The walls were painted a very neutral grey color. She finally reached a door at the end of the hallway that had a P4 on it. Kat took a few breaths and took a moment to dry her sweaty palms on the sides of her slacks before she finally went to knock on the door.

However, before her hand could hit the door, it opened suddenly and quickly revealed Julian standing on the other side of it. He looked to inhale for a second, with his mouth slightly opened and his eyebrows raised, but then he quickly relaxed and smiled in a way that was both playful and seductive. His platinum blonde mane was a bit tousled, with rebel strands hanging near his right eye as usual while most of them on his left side were tucked behind his ear aside from a few light ones that seemed to escape and do their own thing. He was wearing a white collared shirt with a couple of the top buttons undone in a relaxed look and the shirt was loosely tucked into dark green-to-grey slacks made of a soft, comfortable fabric. He looked quite casual and comfortable indeed, but still breathtakingly handsome. In fact, Kat worried that he heard a squeak escape her mouth as she lightly gasped at his sight.

“Kitty-Kat— hello! I’m glad you could make it,” he smiled genuinely.

“Hi, Julian…!” Kat returned, still in a bit of a daze.

“Please, come in…!” Julian motioned a bit awkwardly with his arms. Sometimes the way he moved them made them look like they were asleep. He then shut the door once Kat stepped inside.

Kat continued through the entryway and walked toward the large living area, which was backdropped with large windows from floor to ceiling and no curtains. Due to the time of day, the sun was starting to set but plenty of light still filled the room. She noticed that despite the large dining table a few feet away, Julian seemed to be set up working at his couch and coffee table. He had a couple of laptops open on the table and various papers strewn about the table and floor nearby.

“Would you like anything to drink?” He called from the kitchen area, that was somewhat blocked off from the right side of the living area.

“Oh um sure…I’ll just take some water, thanks!” she called to him.

Julian returned with a bottle of water for Kat and he was holding a brown bottle of some other beverage in his other hand. Kat sat down on the far end of the couch, closer to the kitchen and windows. As she opened her bottle of water and took a drink, she watched Julian start to head back to his side of the couch. He brought the brown bottle to his mouth and quickly popped the cap off with his teeth before sitting down and releasing the bottle cap into his hand, which he then tossed onto the coffee table. He took a swig from the bottle then set it down on the table. Kat watched in awe, unaware she was actually gawking a little bit. He was so peculiar sometimes, but it just added to his mystique. He was never short on presenting these unique quirks at random, and for Kat, it just made him that much more appealing. He wasn’t just any ordinary man, and Kat loved that about him.

Julian glanced to his left, his eyes peering out at Kat from behind his white-blonde strands while he was hunched forward toward his laptop on the coffee table.

“What?” he seemed to take note of her frozen state.

Kat didn’t even realize she was staring until he called her on it. She lightly shook her head and managed to say something credible.

“What is that?” She motioned toward his drink on the table.

Julian looked back at the bottle and picked it up. He took another drink and licked his lips before looking back at Kat.

“This is Club-Mate—it’s a low-sugar energy drink. Would you like to try it?” He leaned toward her, extending his arm to offer her the bottle.

“Ohhh!” She smiled. “Okay sure!” She reached for the bottle. “Energy drinks though, usually not good for my nerves…” She then took a sip.

Julian nodded with a grin. “Ah right, the anxiety and decaf…” he remembered. His grin grew, amused at Kat’s adverse reaction to the Club-Mate.

“Yeah…it takes a little getting used to…an acquired taste…” he chuckled softly as Kat offered him the bottle back while squinting her eyes a bit.

She giggled. “I suppose so…”

Julian looked toward the bottle as he held it in front of himself. “Yeah, this helped keep me awake and focused for hours as I worked on various projects…”

“Like during your PhD studies…?”

He smiled softly then looked in her direction again, his zircon eyes tender and almost shy.

“Something like that…”

Their eyes locked for a brief moment before Julian finally looked back toward his laptop. “Alright, so—where are we at today?”

“Well, I was having some trouble tweaking the datasets to include some other biomarkers such as FGFR3 and NECTIN-4… and I think we also were still working on fine tuning the parameters for optimal accuracy and precision for the pipeline…” Kat recounted while she worked to unpack her laptop and set it up on the table next to Julian.

“Yes…it’s proving to be quite the challenge. Fortunately, I have plenty of stamina for such an endeavor,” he flashed a smug smirk as he looked at her again.

Kat did everything in her power to hold back her blushing. Was he purposely being flirtatious there? The answer was yes, yes he was. She took another drink from her water bottle, relieved that the cool temperature helped to dampen her lustful feelings for the moment.

“One thing about programming, is search engines are paramount. All programmers search for code. Sometimes that is a good 80% of the work—and it can often be time consuming—hence the need for things like this—” Julian lifted his bottle of Club-Mate.

Kat smiled and nodded. She and Julian then proceeded to work on optimizing the datasets and finding the best code to help them tweak their pipeline program. Time quickly flew by, as it tends to do when working on coding and programming puzzles. It can seem like the work just started, but hours pass by like minutes in a flash and this evening was no different for Kat and Julian. It soon got darker in the penthouse flat as the sun had set long ago, but neither of them seemed to notice as they had ample light beaming from the laptops in front of them. Julian, who was extremely focused and determined, spent most of the time in the same hunched over position as he searched and typed away on his laptops. He was definitely in the zone and hadn’t even gotten up to retrieve more Club-Mate servings.

As the hours continued to pass, Kat started to grow sleepy but she didn’t want to disappoint Julian, especially since he was working so hard. She didn’t want him to think she was not dedicated to the project. So she thought she could just silently sneak in a quick rest of the eyes for a few minutes and Julian wouldn’t even notice. She leaned the back of her head against the couch and closed her eyes. She felt quite comfortable and the room was dark and quiet, aside from the light tapping from Julian’s keyboard which was a relaxing sound like rain drops on a rooftop. Just another minute or two, she kept thinking to herself before her body finally succumbed to the relaxation and drifted off into a deep slumber. Her body remained upright for a good half hour or so, and Julian was so engaged in his work he did not even notice at all until her body started to shift. She slowly collapsed toward Julian, the side of her head grazing his shoulder. Once he felt the contact he looked toward her, a bit startled. He quickly leaned back into the couch and once he did, her head fell straight into his lap. Kat then let out a sleepy sigh and her hand rested on Julian’s knee, her body feeling quite content and comfortable, indeed, but still completely asleep.

Julian blushed once her head landed in his lap, near such an intimate area. He bit his lip and froze for a moment, unsure how he should proceed. Should he wake her up, or let her rest? He then smiled softly to himself as he looked down at her. He found this display of vulnerability on her part to be rather endearing, and the gentleman in him did not want to disturb her little nap. Plus, a part of him was curious to see how she would react once she woke up. The thought made his tender smile turn into a bigger amused one for a small moment, then it slowly faded as he blinked softly. He pursed his lips and looked to his left, reaching for a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. He gently placed it over her body as it was cradled next to him, then slowly returned to his hunched over position at the laptop, continuing his work.

A couple more hours passed by, and Julian became so focused on his work he almost forgot Kat was still sleeping in his lap, until she finally began to stir. She took in a deep breath and sighed, grasping onto his knee as she returned to consciousness. Once she opened her eyes and saw a rather unfamiliar setting—the large windows staring back at her and the fabric of a rather unfamiliar couch. As she continued to wake up and realize where she was, and that her head was not resting on a pillow but Julian’s left thigh, her eyes widened and she quickly shot upright, pausing before turning to face Julian. Part of her was hoping he wasn’t there, or that this was a dream and she did not just embarrass herself in front of the VP of Therapeutic Bioinformatics.

“Welcome back, sleepyhead. Did you have a nice Kat-nap?” Julian quipped in a low, velvety purr that probably would have made Kat melt into a puddle of goo if she weren’t so mortified at the moment. She slowly turned toward him, still a bit hazy but enough to notice the sweet, amused smile on his face and blue zircon eyes shining in the monitor lighting.

“Oh my gosh…did I fall asleep? What time is it?” She asked, touching her forehead for a second. The blanket fell off of her arms and rested around her lap.

Julian looked at the clock on his laptop. “It is a quarter to 1…I suppose probably a good time to stop for the night.” He then looked back toward her.

Kat, a mixture between flustered and hazy, lightly shook her head. “Goodness, Julian, I can’t believe I just conked out like that…I am so embarrassed. I apologize for being so unprofessional, it won’t happen again.”

Julian blinked softly at her while his mouth fashioned a slightly crooked grin. “It’s okay, no need to apologize…we did work pretty late…”

“I suppose I should get going, huh? Let you get some sleep…”

“Hmm…” he murmured softly, as he reached for the blanket and gently pulled it up around her shoulders. “I dunno, it’s quite late actually…” His hand naturally dropped from her shoulder to the couch, right next to her lap with the back of his hand barely grazing the side of her thigh.

Their eyes met once again and Kat’s heart began to pound in her chest. This was probably the closest she had been to him. His lips were mere inches from hers, and they looked so soft and kissable.

“I think it might be safer if you stay here for the night. I have an extra room you can use…”

Kat felt a little silly, initially thinking that maybe he was inviting her to stay with him for the night, on a romantic level. Which if he did, of course she would have accepted—and if Julian were certain of this, he would have proposed it. While they both felt the chemistry, neither was sure how much of it was one-sided or mutual. They both also sensed each other’s hesitation which resulted in an atmosphere of sexual tension for the both of them.

“Thank you, Julian…that is so generous of you…but I don’t want to impose…”

Julian shook his head with a smile. “No, no…don’t be silly. It’s late, the trams aren’t running any more and my driver is in for the night. Plus look at all this space…” he gestured around his flat. “I have the room to spare.”

He then stood up from the couch and Kat looked up at him once he extended his hands out to her, offering to help her off the couch. She lightly placed her hands in his and instantly felt a small spark from the contact. Julian actually had beautiful hands—they were strong, yet soft and well-manicured. Once she stood up to meet him, her eyes found themselves in direct line with his exposed neck which teased her desires and looked particularly lovely in the moonlight of the living room.

“C’mon…let’s get you settled,” Julian said softly.

Kat fought another blush as her eyes met his once again. Her eyelashes fluttered as she smiled shyly. “Okay…thank you…”

Julian grinned lightly and they both paused, letting their eyes lock for a moment before Julian finally turned away and let go of one of her hands.

“This way, follow me…” he whispered, leading her down the hallway toward the spare rooms.

Kat bit her lip as she continued to hold onto his hand lightly while she trailed behind him. She blushed when they passed the door to his bedroom, pondering what a night with him in there would be like. Surely it would be nothing short of sinful and heavenly.

“Will this be okay for you?” he asked, stopping at a fully furnished and decorated room, complete with a double bed that had plenty of blankets and pillows to spare.

“Oh, this is lovely—better than my flat,” Kat giggled. “I might get spoiled and then you won’t be able to get rid of me!”

Julian breathed out a laugh then looked at her with bashful yet flirtatious eyes that were somewhat guarded by loose strands of his hair on both sides of his face.

“That might not be so bad…”

Kat’s heart seemed to stop and take a dip into her stomach as she looked back up at him.

Kiss me, you gorgeous, brilliant fool! You know I want you to…

Sometimes Kat wished she were more bold in these situations, maybe more brave and confident like Astrid… but she also wanted to be chased and feel desired. After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally spoke again.

“This is a lot of rooms for just one person, you really live here all by yourself?”

Julian’s air changed a bit, and he suddenly seemed more guarded. He had let go of her hand and shifted his weight a little. He took in a deep breath and nodded.

“Uhh yeah…this place actually belongs to an old friend of mine who wanted me to watch it over for him…”

The “friend” was actually a fairly wealthy donor to his journalism vision and website.

“Oh I see,” Kat nodded, actually finding comfort in that explanation. It made Julian seem more real, that he didn’t own this extravagant penthouse on his own.

“Oh, I almost forgot…hold on…” Julian then quickly whisked away to his room for a moment, then shortly returned with a t-shirt and some flannel pajama pants.

“Here… in case you want something a little more comfortable to sleep in for the night.”

Kat smiled as her body flushed with warmth. This was a really sweet gesture on his part, and somewhat intimate as he was letting her wear some of his clothes.

“That’s so thoughtful…thank you,” she returned humbly. “You’re a gracious host.”

Julian nodded with a little smile.

“Okay, I’ll let you get settled…”

“Okay…”

After Julian left the doorway, Kat unfolded the black t-shirt and on the front of it was a white decal of a large ship with several sails, and the words “The Pirate Bay” written under it in a sort of “Old English” font. Kat was intrigued and wondered what The Pirate Bay was. She made a note to look it up the next day, but for now she really needed to get some sleep. She went ahead and changed into the t-shirt but had not donned the soft pajama pants yet. She then found an outlet to plug her phone charger into, and she stood by the bed checking her phone for messages and setting her alarm. A few minutes later, Julian stopped back to ensure she was able to settle in. He stood outside the doorway and let his eyes survey her from head to toe. Her back was toward him, wearing only the t-shirt that cut off just below her bottom. He licked his lips briefly before biting his bottom lip while he took some time to admire her bare, slender legs. He finally let out a little cough to let her know he was standing behind her. She whipped her head around to face him, a little startled at first. She thought he had turned in for the evening.

“Just thought I’d check to make sure you didn’t need anything else…”

Kat smiled. “Oh thank you—I think I am okay. I am just trying to find where the switch is for this lamp…”

Julian smiled as he walked over to her.

“It is a tricky lamp…it’s up here…”

The lamp was one that was mounted to the wall, and had a switch somewhat hidden on the top ledge. It was a peculiar place for a switch rather than on the brassy mount itself or somewhere closer to the bulb.

After Julian stepped in to turn off the switch, it left him standing inches in front of Kat once again in the darkened room with only subtle moonlight peering in through the nearby window. He smiled to himself as he looked down at her, noticing that his Pirate Bay shirt served her quite well.

Kat felt her molecules buzzing inside of her again with him standing so close, also while she was only partially dressed.

“Thank you…”she finally managed to squeak out as their eyes seemed to lock almost intensely.

Julian lowered his head, and also seemed to lean in a little closer. His hand was still on the wall after turning off the switch. Kat took in a small breath and her heart began to pound faster in her chest once he looked into her eyes again.

“Goodnight…Kitty-Kat,” he murmured softly as he reached out to touch her shoulder and flash one final grin before backing away.

“Goodnight…Julian…” she whispered with glossy eyes. She then watched him as he walked out of the room.

Neither one of them slept well that night, each in their separate beds while their hearts secretly longed to be with the other.

#mendax undercover #assangie #kassangie #the fifth estate #can you spot the easter eggs?#my shitty writing

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