#me: I'll just write some quick notes for the next drabble

[catboii]

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[starcrossedreaders]

So, just saw you posted the fic i requested THANKS!!! can you maybe write one where Leon has just woken up and his pants a hanging low light just below his hips and we can see his HAPPY TRAIL!? and he just get worshipped by his wife (me🙄🫶) and he doesn’t under stand why she finds it so attractive 😍 please and thank you

Author's note: I LOVE THIS SM OMGG this is just a cute lil drabble Thank you for your requests THEY ARE SO GOOD!

Warnings: Just some sexual tension, reader worshipping Leon (AS WE SHOULD), nothing else

Nothing beats a Sunday afternoon nap with your husband. The house is clean, groceries are put away, and the lawn is mowed. You guys clearly deserve to nap for being such well-functioning adults.

The afterglow of the sun shone through the curtains as you began to cook dinner. The meat sizzled in the pan as you stirred the pasta right next to it. Humming to your favorite song and swaying your hips, you failed to notice your Husband standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Leon's smile was bright as he watched you sway around in the kitchen. His t-shirt hung low on your body, just enough to cover your butt. His sleeve shrugged off your shoulder but clearly, you could care less. The sight made his heart swell, the heavy metal on his finger reminded him of every reason he asked you to marry him.

Leon took the last step down as he yawned and scratched his chest, "Hmm what are you making, it smells good," His words were mumbled.

When you looked over you were met with a sight that left your knees weak and thighs clenching. Leon's hair was tussled around from his nap. His abs were glistening with a slight layer of sweat and his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. His happy trail led to heaven on earth. You couldn't help but gawk and fantasize about taking his pants off.

Leon started to walk over to you but you were quick to stop him. You were quick to drop the spatula and put your hands up. "STOP! Don't move baby, please"

Gods you really wanted to trail your hands down his body as you slowly pulled his sweats down.

Leon froze in place as he raised a brow. "....Why?"

Dumbfounded you put your hands down. "What do you mean why? Look at you, you're so fucking hot," You walked up to Leon and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Raising on your tippy toes you placed a kiss on his lips. Pulling back from the kiss you slowly trailed your hands down his chest to his stomach. Leon grabbed your wrist before you could go any lower. Frowning slightly you pouted.

Leon could only laugh, "What has gotten in you baby, did you forget why we were napping in the first place," Leon laced your fingers together as he leaned down to kiss your nose.

"Did you forget how hot you are, like look at you!" You unlaced your fingers and trailed his v-line.

"This beautiful V-line," You moved your hands up to trace his abs. "Or your delicious abs," Moving one hand down you trailed up Leon's happy trail with your pointer finger. "And how could I forget the best part, your happy trail,"

"My...happy trail?" Leon sounded so confused.

"Yes! Your happy trail," Leon could only shake his head and scoff. He grabbed your hand and placed a chaste kiss on your palm.

"How does a small line of hair turn you on? That makes no sense to me," Leon was genuinely curious. Normally he was fond of shaving it off thinking thats what you liked. Clearly, his thinking was wrong.

"hmm...think of like a trail to heaven,"

"A trail to heaven hmm," You only hummed in response as you nodded your head.

"Well, I guess I should stop shaving it then huh?"

"Yes, please, I get so sad when you shave it," Leon laughed as he shook his head.

Taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around your shoulders leaving a kiss on the crown of your head. Wrapping your arms around him you laid your head on his chest listening to the rumble of his words as he spoke. "Then I'll stop I promise....I love you,"

Your words came out muffled. "I love you too,"

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[yelenasdiary]

Here's a little Yelena Drabble idea for you if you're interested. 😊 The reader is having a remote interview on their laptop, and they're nervous. Yelena is standing in front of them out of view of the interviewer, encouraging them and trying to make them smile.

Drabble || You Worry Too Much!

Pariring: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Yelena tries her best to make you less nervous and stressed during an important interview.

Fluff

Warnings: None, this is not corrected or proof-read | 0.6K

AC: I hope it's okay I write this as a platonic fic, I haven't written one in a while and I thought this would be a great idea to do so! I hope you enjoy! x

10:15am the time read on your laptop as you sat patiently in the zoom call waiting room, all your notes and possible question answers sat on one side of you while a glass of cold water sat on the other side. In 15 minutes you were able to have an interview for a new job. It was time for a change, time to leave the cafe that you worked tirelessly at just a few blocks away from your apartment.

You were having a quick read over the notes in your notepad when Yelena let herself in with a smile on her lips and a coffee in one hand. "Good morning" she greeted, placing the coffee next to the glass of water beside you.

"Yelena? W-what are you doing here? Did you forget that I have a really important interview today?" you asked with a worried tone.

"Nope, I didn't forget" she replied, making her way to the sofa, "You've been stressed about this interview all week, I'm just here to keep you company" she added as she sat down and grabbed one of last week's trash magazines that sat on your coffee table.

"Could you please just go wait in my bedroom?" you suggest, not wanting her to distract you.

"Don't worry, you stress too much!" she chuckled, "I won't distract you....much" she added with a playful smirk.

You didn't have time to respond to your best friend as the screen on your laptop changed and you were greeted with a middle-aged man in a business suit.

"Good morning Miss Y/L/N, thank you for join me today. I know we spoke over the phone last week but it's nice to put a face to voices" the man smiled, "I'll try not to keep you long" he added. He seemed a little more laid back than all your past interviewers, it helped a little take some of the nerves you were feeling away but not enough to feel completely comfortable and confident.

"Smile" Yelena mouthed, using a small wave to get your attention.

You gave the man the generic fake smile and thanked him for taking the time to interview you for the position. "I like to get the harder questions out of the way, so, why don't you tell me why you think you would be great for this position" he said.

Your eyes glanced over to your notes, "I believe that I am a hard worker, I love working with others and meeting deadlines. I have a high attention to detail and..." you started, pausing for a moment to look back at your notes. Yelena shook her head, "very reliable" she mouthed slowly so you could understand her.

"I'm very reliable and I find great satisfaction in organising and filing. You'll find that not only am I fun to be around, I will get the job done. I am always willing to put myself out there and help others, I love sharing ideas and I am always trying ways to gain more skills in many different areas" you added.

You felt confident in your answer and saw that Yelena was giving you a thumbs up which also reminded you to smile.

As the interview we on, Yelena helped here she could, mouthing words for you to use and always reminding you to keep giving a smile here and there. With every moment that passes you slowly but surely became more confident within yourself, your eyes caught the message that was writing on your coffee cup, "you've got this" with a little smiley face quickly made you thankful for Yelena letting herself in.

"Well, I think that's all on my end. You should hear back from me by the end of the coming week, thank you again for time" the man smiled.

"Thank you, I appreciate this opportunity" you replied, giving the man one last smile before he said goodbye. You closed your laptop and looked up at Yelena, "Thank you, I can't believe you really helped me feel more confident" you spoke.

"Like I said, you worry too much! Now grab your coffee, I'm starving" Yelena replied.

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[sucrosette]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

28, 32 if you count the MCU fics I am not particularly proud of. But some people seem to like them, so they stay.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

266,092 - I probably have a good 50k+ in sitting in my wips.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, BSD, VLD (but only klance), the Wolfstar corner of HP, and BNHA. Also, I'm planning to write for Carry On for Carry On Countdown this year. At some point I’d like to write for kingdom hearts and sk8. (Previously MCU but as mentioned that's been long abandoned.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Whoops, There Goes My Heart (T, 38.4k)

Iced Coffee is Not Supposed to be Spicy (E, 11.1k)

He Makes Me Bloom (E, 30.5k)

Rosé & Bubblegum (E, 11.3k)

Make This Home Yours (E, 10.8k)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I like engaging with my readers, sometimes I'm just very slow. Or like in the context of a wip, I don't always respond until I'm ready to post the next chapter. Which can be very quick or very slow, depending.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If Love Was Labeled Poison (E), definitely, easily, by a mile. It's a wip, but it was originally written as just this first chapter. And its ending is heartbreaking. And it's still not gonna be the happiest ending when I post the following two either.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, so just a fic that's extremely precious to me in its healing feelings: and it was enough (T)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it hate. There have been a couple weird comments I've deleted since entering VLD's fandom space about headcanons but I don't think it's hate. Just people being kind of asses. And in general it doesn't bother me, most of the comments I get are glowing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut. Very kinky, queer smut. No one is hetero and no one is cis. I generally try and tag dynamics and kinks used though so no one gets jump scared.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. I mean, I've thought about it, but in the end, I just end up pulling elements from what would be the borrowed setting for the characters I want to write for. I'm not generally the sort who would dabble in crossover character interactions for longfic. Maybe in a silly drabble, if someone requested some of my favs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, but I'm unsure if those translations are still available somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, before the time of ao3. But not since. I do have a couple ideas with one of my partners that we might hash out eventually.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly? I love all my ships, I couldn't exactly rank them and it depends entirely on my mood. But, if there's one ship I'll always come back to, it's probably tddk, it's my comfort ship, they're always there for me. I have written exactly one fic, but they mean a lot to me. I'm going to write them more. (On that note, please give The Tea Shoppe at the End of Time (T) some love).

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have one. I know I have some old wips, but I do plan to go back and polish them up and finish them out.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say... probably emotionally evocative imagery and metaphor, I think? I'm very much a smut author, but I think my imagery deserves note. Probably also snarky dialogue I love me some snarky ships.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes. Yep. Fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it, I support it, sometimes I do it. It can feel very intimate, but I try and have a native speaker double check my work, and always leave translation notes for my readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, if we reach way back when... Probably Yuyu Hakusho or One Piece. But who knows where those ran off to. It was before ao3 times. I wasn't even an adult.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

To be honest, I can't really pick a favorite. But if I had to pick a writing I've done I think people should read (that I haven't already mentioned) I present Pettiness in Portraiture (E). Mind the tags, it's fucking rough.

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard Volume 37

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.  

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

If you'd like to do an interview, let me know!

Let’s meet our next author:

@demora00 / Demora00

How many fics have you written?

I have 16 published fics. A few for SC aren’t published anywhere and many more for other fandoms have died with ancient websites or disappeared the way physical notebooks have a way of during various moves.

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

January 7th, 2022

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3. 

First thing, if it’s a line, or a quote, or a picture, I’ll open my prompt folder and just stick it in there to marinate and come back to when I know how to use it. 

A few times, I’ve been lucky enough to go “oh wait” and open a brand new doc right away and just start writing. Sometimes I’ll take voice notes or send voice memos to friends if I’m driving and tag them #carthoughts for quick reference. 

I rarely write in order. Most of the time, I'll start a scene, get stuck but know how I want another to go, so I'll swap. More often than not there's some frankensteining. I'll moan and whine about it to @doug-judys-blog or Trickiwoo about it throughout. I know it's finished when I've edited it so much I hate it. Finally one or both of them will beta. @doug-judys-blog is the best cheerleader I could have dreamed of. They always know how to get me out of a "no words just vibes" spiral.

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

The last fic I wrote that wasn’t a drabble was about selective mutism. [Some things I still can't tel you] It’s a physical manifestation of anxiety that isn’t often spoken about except as a trauma response and I feel like I managed to capture all the other little things that come along with it in a very tangible way.  I love that Patrick, who is still a person used to struggling in private with so many things, can trust David and show vulnerability without it being a stress point for their relationship. There's something really soft about that kind of trust that ultimately very romantic to me.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

Do it. Get a beta. Get a cheerleader. (One can do both!) Hell, ask that compatible weirdo you kinda sorta vibe with in that fandom space to be a sounding board. Our fandom is so welcoming and talented, there's always someone willing to help.

In your mind, what’s the most important element of good writing?

I need writing to make me feel things otherwise what’s the point? I don't mean 'tear out my heart' intensity every time, but if the writing doesn't evoke something for me, I'll be hard pressed to keep reading. 

Tell me about a story that you wish you could write but that you’re not quite ready to tackle.

The last night Ted and Alexis have together and the aftermath of that. Really deep dive into Alexis' feels and sit with it for a while. It's somehow more tragic because we as the audience know that they are incompatible, but the love they have is real. But sometimes love isn't enough, and it's a real sign of growth for both of them, if a tragic way of doing it. 

Weirdest thing you’ve googled as research for a story?

Cowboy and rodeo terms. I don’t know that that’s weird in and of itself, but the reasons for the research were unorthodox.

Outlines - yes or no?

Yes, if not in a classic way. I usually do just point forms and terrible broken sentences, vibes, placeholders with attached comments and that works just fine. Sometimes whole conversations that need to happen but I don’t know quite where to put yet.

Tell me about your current WIP if you have one.

I have a few I’m working on and flip between as my attention span wanes, but I’m most involved in my first long fic. I don't want to give too much away, but it's a cerebral sci-fi mystery with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind vibes. I started working on it a few weeks ago and it's taken over. It's completely different than anything I've done so I'm quite nervous about it, but I've been reassured it could be as amazing as I see it in my head. I’ve already written myself into and out of a corner, so you could say it’s going well lol.

[amaya-writes]

Hello! As I asked on a comment, could you do a sequel of "they thought you cheated" with "whey discover they were wrong?" Or something like that, with the setters realising you never cheated and they were wrong about you? How would they try to make amend?

INSTALLATION 4 FOR DATING THE SETTER’S ASK GAME

Note: this is like a part 2 to day four but where they realise they were wrong. I know I originally wrote headcanons for all of these but I ended up writing a drabble for some of them. Also, Kenma's was sad 😭 I'm sorry I just couldn't help it.

Characters involved: Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Toru, Miya Atsumu, Akaashi Keiji

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Sugawara Koushi

As I said in the previous part he would seek you out before jumping to conclusions. So he's quick to apologise when he finds out you actually didn't cheat.

"Sorry baby, what can I do to make it up to you?"

He heavily believes in talking things out so Sugawara will probably have a stay at home dinner date with you where he explains why he thought you were cheating and the two of you come to an understanding.

Feels very guilty about it and you can tell by his actions and the way he's super sweet to you.

Sugawara just feels like he betrayed your trust by ever doubting you.

Kenma Kozume

We need to talk.

The text had been flashing up at him from his phone screen for the past twenty minutes, ever since he had come to the school roof just like you had asked.

What Kenma hadn't expected was for you to show up with Lev of all people.

"What is he doing here?"

Usually, Kenma wouldn't be so spiteful towards his teammate, especially not when Lev had been nothing but nice to him during volleyball.

But it was his niceness that was the real problem to Kenma. After all, why else would you be so close to Lev if it wasn't because you were cheating?

"Did you really ask Lev if I was cheating on you with him?"

You seemed betrayed as you asked the question, with your broken voice and sunken face making Kenma second-guess his conclusions for the first time that week.

"Yes."

"And?"

Kenma felt his own gaze sink to the ground as he repeated what Lev had said to him the previous day. Something he refused to believe until it was too late.

"Lev said I should be grateful I have a partner who is so nice and loves me completely and should spend time with you rather than suspecting you other I'll make our relationship self destruct."

The roof remained silent for a second.

Kenma only realised Lev had left once he saw your familiar shoes come into his line of sight, which made him once again look up to meet your gaze.

"We need a break, Ken."

"What? Why?"

He usually wasn't one to be emotional, but Kenma couldn't help the panic that seeped into his voice at your words.

"I need to figure out what I feel about this."

You left before he could say anything more, leaving Kenma alone on the rooftop to contemplate his actions.

Maybe it was true what Lev said. Maybe Kenma didn't need anyone else to destroy your relationship for him. After all, he already did that by himself.

Kageyama Tobio

"No."

All the fight in his body seemed to leave him the second you said that word.

When Kageyama had come to the back of the school to confront you he had done so with the will to make you feel just as bad as he did, to make you realise what exactly you had lost in your quest to be with someone else.

Kageyama wanted to break your heart like you did his. But that was hard to do when you never cheated in the first place.

He didn't bother speaking much after that, choosing to sink to the ground and fiddle with the blades of grass under him as he contemplated what to do next.

You didn't cheat, but that still didn't fix things. He had been quick to doubt you, and now that he realised he was the wrong one, Kageyama had to find a way to fix it.

"Come here."

The fact that he had nearly lost you didn't quite hit him until Kageyama felt you in his arms again, but this time, he was determined to never let go.

"I'm sorry."

It wasn't enough, Kageyama had still betrayed your trust by doubting you that way, but for now, as the two of you sat on the grass in each other's arms again, it was enough to bring back a sense of normalcy to your relationship.

Which was exactly what Kageyama needed in order to fix things.

Oikawa Toru

Oikawa felt like shit.

He had walked away. He hadn't even given you a chance to explain before leaving you behind.

Oikawa had let his insecurities get the better of him and painted a picture in his mind that was never really there, and now he would pay the price.

He could hear your sobs even before he opened the door, with the sound making his heart shatter when he realised he was the reason behind your sorrow.

However, this time when he saw you sitting with Mattsun in the locker room Oikawa didn't feel his familiar sense of anger and jealousy, but cold hard guilt.

The kind that had him bowing his head and silently asking for Mattsun to leave so he could fix things. That was, of course, if you wanted them fixed.

Oikawa had never felt more relieved than he did with you back in his arms again.

All wasn't forgiven. You were still upset and angry and ready to take out your emotions on him, giving him a taste of his own medicine, but Oikawa was prepared to face whatever punishment you gave him.

He just hoped he didn't lose you to his insecurities.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu was angry. Actually, he was furious.

But this time his emotions were directed at himself rather than you.

He had let what other people said get to him. Had allowed himself to believe that you just dated him for the five seconds of fame and really liked Suna or Kita or any of the other members of the team you seemed close to.

Atsumu felt furious at his sheer stupidity, but above all, he felt remorseful.

"I'm sorry. I let what they said get to me."

Somehow, Atsumu felt worse than he had before when he felt your arms wrap around him. The way you were understanding, so sweet and willing to forgive, it was enough to worsen his guilt.

But this time Atsumu wouldn't let his feelings or other peoples' words get in the way. This time, he would make it up to you, and stay by your side.

You might have forgiven him easily, but Atsumu wouldn't allow himself to feel better until he forgave himself. And he knew just what to do to make things better.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi knew his worth, but he also knew yours.

He knew that he was wrong the second he called you to his house and asked you why you cheated. He knew that he would lose you the moment he realised you felt and looked just as betrayed as he had.

Akaashi knew he had messed up. He just wished you would give him a chance to make it up to you.

Ever since the two of you had gotten together he had felt a sense of happiness take over, one that allowed him to feel content with himself and his life.

He liked you, he truly liked you a lot. Akaashi even thought somewhere down the line he would come to love you.

He just hoped that you would give him the second chance to do that. That you had simply walked out of his door and hadn't taken the initiative to walk out of his life.

Akaashi was wrong, but he would be damned if he didn't do everything in his power to make things right.

[hauntedwitch04]

Hiii hope you're all good, happy to have you back! 🥰Sooo, I was thinking a fluffy fic with 59, adult nyx that is, reader just started her apprenticeship near madja and caught the eye of nyx, and nyx asks her out?

Hope you"ll like this onee😘

Author's note: Hi love! I'm so sorry, but I really had an hard time at school and I couldn't write your request, and I think neither I'll this week. I'm so sorry, hope you enjoy this drabble, I totally loved your idea, it's just so great! Have a good day love!

p.s I know I said that I wouldn’t post this week, but I needed to take a break form study (and my family) so here I am! Hope you enjoy!

Themed masterlist I Themed Day I Taglist I Fluffy Friday

"Wanna, like- I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?“

After many years as a healer, Madja finally has to take some time off to be with her family. Before taking this break, however, she decided to take a girl and teach her the trade, telling her all the tricks and everything she needs to know about herbs and medicines. Y/N was excited, to say the least, to be chosen by her as her apprentice when her mom, also a healer had told her so. She has been following her everywhere for a few months now, learning everything she can learn, and today as is often the case they found themselves summoned by the High Lord. 

"What's going on today Rhysand, did Azriel break his hand again? Or did Cassian break his nose again, because he broke Azriel's hand?" The bored old healer asks as she looks at the High Lord, who smiles amusedly as he looks at his son. 

"Actually this time it's Nyx again, he seems to be hurting something after our last training, and we don't quite understand what it is." 

Madja nods and pays a quick visit to the boy, who actually stays staring the whole time at the girl in the corner who is attentively watching her teacher trying to understand and learn. Rhysand smiles to see the enamored look on his son's face. 

"I think I understand what you did. You pulled your shoulder muscle. Take off your shirt, and Y/N will bandage your shoulder so that as early as tomorrow it won't hurt anymore." He nods, as he hears Madja talking to the girl explaining what to do. He blushes as he takes off his shirt, remaining shirtless in front of the girl he likes. Nyx can't even hear the pathetic excuse his father makes up to get Madja out of the room, to leave him alone with her, as he had asked him to do earlier. 

He only realizes he's alone with her when he looks up and sees her next to him. Immediately he feels her cheeks become warm as her expert hands wrap a bandage around his shoulder. Nyx stays looking at her without really understanding how that girl has bewitched him, to the point that he can't think of anything else but her, her hair, her eyes, her smile. 

It had all started some time before, when she had begun to come with Madja to take care of his relatives, and slowly he had fallen madly in love with her, without almost speaking to her. 

Then without realizing it, the boy awkwardly asks her something. 

"Wanna, like- I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?“ She looks into his eyes and blushes, before smiling. 

"I thought you were going to tell me I had something on my face from the way you were staring at me." Nyx immediately blushes and apologizes for making her feel uncomfortable, cursing himself for being so awkward. 

"Don't worry, it's nothing." She says, putting her things away and heading for the exit. "And as for your question, I'm free tomorrow morning, my favorite coffee shop is the one on the corner of the Rainbow, shall we make it at ten o'clock?" She asks with a smile. He nods repeatedly, almost hurting his neck, before squealing in delight once she had closed the door to the room behind her after leaving. 

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[pebblysand]

Hey!!! I’m here to contribute my theory on who the killer is but I’ll remain on anon so another person can have the chance to win the Drabble topic. I know whatever you write will be phenomenal and I’ll defs be reading.

I wrote a comment a while ago on chapter 9 saying I thought it was Pomfrey or McGonagall. Mainly I think that Ginny asking for birth control is a major clue that something was up. Given that Hinny was the most talked about couple the previous year and Ginny being so quick to say it was Neville makes it obvious imo.

However, you wrote a post maybe a week ago saying you don’t think that Mcgonagall knew what was going on and it completely threw me. You replied to the comment on the fanfic saying that one of our guesses was right so for about an hour I assumed it was Draco (mainly because I don’t think Hannah would kill anyone).

Now I think you wrote that post just to confuse us and I’m right back on the Mcgonagall train. There are sooo many clues. So here are my main arguments;

- Ginny said Mcgonagall was watching her like a hawk (knew she was getting more detentions than the rest of the school).

- McGonagall publicly threatened to kill Snape after Ginny was tortured in front of the school (need I say more?).

- Can’t remember much of this but didn’t McGonagall direct a student to take Amycus to the dungeons? (Knew where he was during the battle)

- Hermione mentioned that Ginny was failing all her classes (why hasn’t she been pulled out of school? Why hasn’t she notified her parents?)

- Also worth mentioning Ginny’s bad publicity in the media. (Wouldn’t that effect the schools reputation?)

Anyway that’s my main points. There’s probably more but I can’t think right now. if you hadn’t of said one of us was right, my other guesses would’ve been Snape, or Alectro for the drama.

I just want this post as evidence if I’m right and I can gloat to myself. Can’t wait for the next chapter!!! I’m assuming we find out?

oh anon! i'm so sorry you were wrong! this was a great theory!

spoilers for chapter 13 of castles under the cut

now, re:mcgonagall, this will be partially addressed in the next chapters (either 14 or 15 - i'm probably going to split 14 in half cause it's also a million words *sigh*) but i did tell the truth when i said i don't think she knows. or, more like, she knew without knowing, if that makes sense:

she knew that ginny was being targeted and in detention more than anyone else

she knew about pansy

she's an intelligent woman who knows that sexual abuse is a thing

yet, she didn't know. i think - as i said before - it's one of those situations where you know something, deep down, but the voice in your brain says: "no, that can't be." so, you try to find every excuse under the sun to rationalise it, because it's too horrible to comprehend. and, i think she rationalised by telling herself the situation with pansy was different. she's 1) not a minor and 2) in the death eater circles. i think mcgonagall thought: this is awful and disgusting and abusive, but pansy was willing, if that makes sense. and, she heard rumours, and saw the way amycus was looking at girls, but she just didn't want to believe it/see it. i think if she had known about ginny, she would have drawn the line there and told molly, sent ginny home. but i think she had some doubts and just... dismissed them. because it was too horrid to believe. sometimes, you just don't see what's right in front of your eyes.

(as a side note: this is particularly real in my head cause like - the sexual abuse of ginny in some form or other was always So Obvious to me. Because, i've said it a thousand times before but i'll say it louder: sex is a weapon of war. and i always believed something had happened. like, yes, the whole specific plot in castles is *a* version of it, of course, and i wanted to write it like that specifically for Reasons but generally - it's always been So Obvious to me that she would have been targeted somehow. she was harry's girlfriend! of course, they would have gone for that in some way, shape or form. we can have debates about whether or not she was raped or just humiliated, and who did it or whatever but god, i remember being 13 and reading dh for the first time and thinking about it. i remember being 17 and thinking about it. it's always been in the back of my mind, even though it didn't always take the specific form it took in castles.

and yet, i get so many comments, all the time to this day, telling me i'm crazy for even thinking it. it's crazy. it's horrible. it would never have happened. and, i get it. it's horrible. sure. and so... mcgonagall thinks so too, lol. mcgonagall is a bit of a vessel for everyone in my comment section who aren't... as bitter about the state of the world as i am, lol)

the reason i went with this version of events in castles is that in canon, you already have to reckon with the fact that first year students were being tortured in hogwarts and mcgonagall did nothing. or, at least, she let it happen. and, i've heard people say it was sloppy writing on jkr's part (which it could have been) but as i said in my previous post, the way i reconcile that is by thinking of war ethics and how your priorities change in wartime. i think you see that in castles at the beginning of chap 8 when mcgonagall locks all the gryffindors in the tower for a weekend after ginny gets tortured (which is obviously her first instinct), then slowly realises this can't be the solution forever. she can't just lock everyone in and keep them safe. then, she allows them to restart the DA for defence purposes. then, it slowly slips out of her control because she can't single-handedly control everyone. these are not normal conditions where she can just be stern and impose detentions and students will obey. here, her students won't obey. even during the battle, she can't get all the underage kids out - it's chaos. and, part of her is proud of they for not obeying. so, i think there's a lot of internal conflict there that sort of culminates in her deciding that she will do anything she can to keep them alive. she can't keep them safe but she can keep them alive, so i think that's where her priorities shift.

and, don't get me wrong, i think there's a lot of reckoning she has to do with the choices she made - after the war ends. i think that's where the "letting ginny party" issue comes from. at the beginning of the year, kingsley persuades her to allow 7th years to get out at weekends. i think she agrees because he's the minister, but also because she feels guilty that these children have had to fight in a war, and they're not really "children" anymore, and that was her fault. or at least she perceives it as such. and, she wants them to have a life, to get better, to be kids again, so she's less strict with them than she used to be. i think she sees the damage the war has done to these children, which she very much perceives as her children, and she couldn't/didn't protect them last year. and, she's sort of like: okay, have fun, please. at the end of chapter 13, there's a line in ginny's letter where she says she doesn't want to be in the castle cause it feels like she's drowning. i think mcgonagall sees that - knows that. and so, what do you do? do you force your kids to stay inside the castle where they can see ghosts and traumatic memories everywhere they turn, or do you let them go out and party, even if it affects their grades? it's an impossible dilemma, especially when you're reckoning with your own guilt and responsibility in their trauma.

i think she goes back and forth on it all year, especially in the second term where things get a bit out of hand. and, i think it's not just ginny - they all struggle in different ways. i mean - neville and luna are at grimmauld half the time as well. hell, hermione is always asking to be in london for reasons x, y, z. ron's birthday, wedding dress shopping... and, i think mcgonagall has this problem where it's like: where do you draw the line? regarding ginny, i think she tries to discipline, but ginny just doesn't care. doesn't show up. and, so what do you do? exclude her? that's even worse, cause then she's just out in the wild. call her parents? they know and clearly have no grip either. you can't discipline kids who've fought in a war the same way you discipline kids who haven't. i mean, they were tortured as a form of discipline - what do you do with them afterwards? especially when these kids aren't minors anymore, when you sort of let it happen, and when the war happened in your own "home". and, so yeah, i think in 98/99 hogwarts is still a bit out of control. mcgonagall is just doing her best with what she has, while living with her own guilt at the same time.

so, yeah, in short: mcgonagall didn't kill amycus. she didn't know about ginny but she probably should have known, and didn't want to know. mcgonagall's not a saint, and i think there's a lot of hints in canon that she could have done better, that year, and i wanted to keep that in castles. she just... is human. and tries her best. and, yeah, there's a lot of guilt and imperfections in that, but it is what it is.

[sirenascales]

-> Chuuya with a Black F!Reader who's a bit insecure because of her skin.

@furrypostsoul said: Hello admin, I hope you’re having a good day! So stoked to see a fellow bisexual bsd fan! I would politely like to request a chuuya Drabble with a black fem bisexual reader where she thought that chuuya wouldnt be interested in her romantically cause of y’know, her skin. If you could also add in scenarios where she was racially harassed in public (pls dont write this is ur not comfortable, I understand if you don’t! it’s something I want people to be aware about)

note: ahhh thank you so much for your request! i immediately had an idea as soon as I saw it and I believe I came up with a good one, especially after asking some of my pals for advice on how to tackle it! Hope you like it!

warnings: colorism, mentions of racial fetishization, microaggresion, and racism [not from Chuuya] insecure reader, angst to fluff i promise,

"I still don't understand why it takes so long to do your hair... aren't you just getting braids?" The confused look on Chuuya's face was honestly super cute and hilarious and you couldn't help but laugh behind your hand.

"That's just the way it is, man. That's why I said we can go out on Saturday. I can't on Friday since I'll be strapped to the chair."

"Man, whatever," Chuuya huffed and you rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Don't whatever me. Just suck it up!"

You shook your head, the hustle and bustle of the shopping district around you fading as you looked to your companion. Red hair, blue eyes, fancy clothes and a dumb hat; Chuuya was honestly too handsome, too damn fine. The scowl on his face was cute and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. You knew he would literally kill you for that, and you valued your life.

You and Chuuya were in that talking stage and finally decided to go out on your first official date on Saturday. Besides his... occupation, you found yourself very much liking the man. Not just for his looks, but his fiery personality made him interesting, the way he carried himself. He was great and you were so into him.

You hoped he felt the same way. He had to, he agreed to the date in the first place! And how could he not? You were a sight, rich brown skin and he sorta, kinda, absolutely loved the cute afro puffs you had on your head. You were beautiful, a bright spirit with a bit of an edge that Chuuya definitely liked.

After talking some more, Chuuya had to go off to do his own thing, and after sharing a very tight hug, you waved him farewell, promising to see him on Saturday for your first date.

You couldn't help the huge, happy grin on your face, giddy as you made your way over to a nearby bench, sitting next to an older woman. You paid her no mind, grabbing your phone to text your friend as you giggled to yourself.

"Was that your boyfriend?" the woman suddenly inquired and you blinked at her in surprise. Then, your face started to heat up and you laughed lightly.

"Well, not yet. We're just dating."

"Ah..." the woman trailed off and you didn't like the tone of her voice. Suddenly feeling awkward, you turned back to your phone.

"I don't mean to be rude," the woman started and you couldn't help the sense of dread you felt. Here we go again. "But you should be careful, dear. You're a beautiful woman but... Japanese men don't really like dark skin. Not unless they are with you for... ulterior motives."

Even if you were already expecting some foolishness, the woman's words still stunned you, striking you to your core as you gave her a look that exceeded shock. You were appalled, your chest tightening in anger and hurt. You took in a slow deep breath, your fists clenching tightly. Your body had gone numb, and you tried your best to keep it cool. You couldn't make a scene.

"Wow," you laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood up. You didn't pay that stupid bitch any mind, storming away, your anger just boiling.

Not only did that woman ruin your entire day, she honestly ruined your entire week. The anger had soon subsided and you were left with the insecurities you tried to push down, especially when it came to Chuuya. Your mind ran at one hundred miles per hour, overthinking as the cruel words lingered in your mind.

Was Chuuya another one? Like your last relationship, were you just a sexual conquest for someone just wanting to try having sex with a Black girl? That was what your ex-girlfriend did to you, so was this just the same? Did he even like you?

No. Chuuya wouldn't do that.

Even so, you canceled your date with him as you sat in the stylist's chair on Friday, eyes burning with tears. You didn't want to experience that again, so you figured you give it all up before you get hurt again. Or even worse.

After spending day getting your hair done, you gotten a quick bite to eat before heading home, feeling completely dejected. Your hair looked amazing, long box braids swaying as you trudged along. But Chuuya didn't answer your text at all, and that honestly made you feel even more like shit. Did he not care at all?

You sighed deeply, coming up on your apartment, stopping when you saw a very familiar red motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Chuuya leaning against his bike, and when he finally noticed you, your heart dropped when he yelled your name.

"Oi!" he hollered, stomping over to you angrily. "What the hell do you mean our date is canceled?!"

"I-" you were at a loss for words. "Why are you here?"

"I was waiting for you! I didn't know where you were getting your hair done so I just stood here."

"Th-the whole day?! Chuuya!"

"I mean, I went and got food and stuff but-"

"That's not the point!" you interrupted. "Why would you even bother?"

Chuuya scoffed. "Are you serious? You suddenly cancel our date and you expect me not to worry about you?" As he finished talking, Chuuya is shocked to find tears pooling in your eyes, your lips trembling as you hung your head. "H-hey, what the hell happened?"

"You don't just want to fuck me, right?"

Now Chuuya was at a loss for words, his jaw hanging open as he registered your ridiculous words. You spoke again, telling him about the things that woman said to you earlier that week, as well as the horrible experience you had with your ex-girlfriend.

"... I tried not to think too much about it but... I'm used to comments about my skin and race, I mean, hello! I'm Black, but... " you trailed off, lifting your hands up to wipe your tears away. Chuuya beat you to it, and you stared at him with teary eyes as he gently wiped your tears away.

"I'm not your ex-girlfriend." Chuuya was firm as he spoke. "And that old hag needs to mind her own fucking business. I fucking like you. Not because of some weird sexual thing, I actually fucking like you. The whole you. You're beautiful and smart, you keep me on my toes. And yes, your skin and hair are amazing, I love them, but those are only parts of you that I find amazing. I'm not giving you my love and attention because I want something from you, I'm giving it because you deserve it. And I want to be the one who gives it to you."

You didn't know what to say, what to do. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your mouth going dry. Still, after a moment you just end up punching Chuuya lightly on his chest, choking out a laugh while you cried.

"Shut up... all that sappy shit..."

Chuuya scoffed, lowkey offended. "Excuse me? I basically just confessed to you."

"Yeah..." you sniffed, looking and giving the man a watery smile. "You did. I..." Lips trembling again, you took a step forward and Chuuya wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug.

"And you better accept me or else I will kick your ass," Chuuya said, pressing his face against your hair. "You smell nice..."

"Hm."

"And you're perfect. Worth more than an experimental fuck and the words of some old bitch." There was a bite to Chuuya's words, and that made you feel so much better.

"I'm sorry for doubting you..." you whispered and Chuuya shook his head, pulling away from the hug.

"Don't be. I understand, I promise."

You smiled widely, face getting hot as he gently cupped your cheek. "Are you sure?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can make it up to me by un-cancelling our date. Let me show you off."

You giggled softly, hugging him again. "Okay. That's fair."

Send in your requests!

[vbee-miya]

heyyy vi :) i saw you were looking for requests... how would you feel about writing something about musician armin? i’ve been thinking a lot lately about him being a celloist and letting his s/o watch him rehearse for his upcoming recital and he just looks so peaceful and soft when he plays it’s like looking at an angel :,)

[A Celloist’s True Beauty]

✥︎ armin arlert x gn! reader || m.list

genre: fluff || type: drabble + alternative universe

synopsis: an alternate universe where armin plays the cello and invites y/n to his practice room.

w/c: 956

a/n: anon I love you. you have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this. also because not me having just finished practicing the violin. as far as warnings go, there are no major trigger/content warnings mentioned. if there is please feel free to let me know in any way shape/form.

Armin wasn't the type to prefer people watching him during rehearsals as he'd rather do them alone. However every time he practiced he would remember what you had told him. This resulted in boosting up his confidence more, and he wanted to show you.

You were both on the couch. Your head placed gently on his shoulder. While the other rested one of his hands.

Armin was in the midst of reading one of his new favorite books and he was very much invested into. Actually too invested in it that some time he'd accidentally forget his practice schedule and sometimes a slight rush of irritation or rather frustration would be show on his face. However having you by his side for as long as you could both remember you would remind him minutes prior to the rehearsal.

You could hear pages flipping gently and the birds singing from the outside. Not long after hearing those sounds, you were slowly starting to doze off as the comfort of the room blanketed over your body.

"[name]?" Your eyes fluttered open a bit. You looked up, lifting your head off his shoulders.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry I woke you up love, but I have rehearsal to do." His voice was soft and sincere like always.

Still half awake you asked him if you should leave so he could practice in peace as usual. However it didn't register in your head that Armin would decline.

He shook his head no. He met your eyes that were slightly widened with a sudden expression.

"Love? I want you to watch me practice." His smile was bright and he seemed proud of what he had said, but it was quick to fade into a worried expression, "That's of course if you'd want to. If you have other things to do that's also fine with me it's just that I. I kind of wanted to show you how much I've gotten better."

Your response lit up his face to a bright smile when you had agreed to his offer.

"Well in that case, um you take your time getting up. I'll just start getting ready."

You stretched a bit before making your way down the hallway leading to a little music room in the house.

You entered through the open door and there he was. Sitting on a chair the cello lying sideways next to him as he adjusted his stand.

He gently grabbed hold of the bow then gently placed the cello between his legs. He positioned his posture and looked over at you smiling.

He took one breath in and exhaled as a queue for him to play.

He started off soft, the notes taking turns singing to one another.

Whole notes that gradually decreased it's sound filled the empty space drawing you closer to him.

You could tell that he was much more confident in his skills than before as now he wasn't relying on the music sheet to play, but rather he let his emotions play for him.

Eyes were relaxed shut, breathing played in tune with the melody, body swaying ever so gently at every new rhythm that was introduced.

He was beautiful really. There was no denying that. The angle of the sunlight resting against his face just proved that to be more true. It made him look almost ethereal.

He played as if no one was with him, as if he was the only one in the room. You could feel the sense of passion. It really was intimidatingly beautiful.

His fingers danced along the fingerboard of the cello.

You were in such awe as each finger he sat down created a harmonious sound.

Each bow stroke played a wondrous melody.

He played with such grace, such beauty, and such passion. It almost brought a tear to your eyes.

He had such a talent to convey such emotions bringing the lifeless music sheet in front of him alive.

The melody didn't make him dance.

He made them dance.

He played with such beauty, however there was a much more alluring aspect to it. He controlled the environment around him.

It gave you chills just how wonderfully he could play and he continued to play like this.

Though everything has an end to it right?

As he plucked the last note he let it ring in the air a bit before gently opening his eyes again.

He looked over to you anxiously. "So? Did you think this'll be enough for the recital?"

You looked at him still memorized by his preference. "Oh Armin, you played wonderfully. I'm sure the recital would go very well."

"But what if I mess up?" He gently sat his bow down on top of the now laid down cello next to him.

You walked over to him, careful not to harm the instrument. You held his face in your hands. "Armin, no matter if you messed up or not the effort is what always counts in the end."

He gave a relieving smile. He placed a gentle kiss on your head.

"Besides I still have two weeks left right?"

You nodded. "Musically that's still plenty of practice time. Besides, you've made so much progress from before and you're just absolutely wonderful. Don't stress too much about it."

"Ah, you're right." He let out a soft giggle. "Thank you."

You looked at him slightly confused.

"For what?"

He held up your hand, kissing the knuckles gently. "For always being by my side."

Your cheeks flared up in red and you were quick to hide it. " Pfft, If I wasn't what type of partner would I be?" You looked back at him meeting his soft blue eyes and gently placed a kiss on lips.

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Pre-work ramble and some news 🤎

So... I'm currently preparing for work, but, since I have a half shift, I might try my hand at the "send me a sentence and I'll write the next five" prompt thing later today 🤍

I've also decided I'm gonna make two drabbles about Reader and Peter dancing in the rain. One is gonna be the Black!reader drabble I mentioned because imagine Peter getting all smitten over the way the water droplets look like crystals sitting among Black!reader's hair 😭 Like-

I have this vivid memory of being in preschool and we were outside in the summer with the sprinklers and my afro was just flying free and one of my preschool teachers said the droplets in my hair were like beautiful crystals- I wish I could have held onto how happy that made me fee instead of becoming insecure about my natural hair throughout most of school. Doing the big chop was life changing for me! It also made me realize that hair length does not equal beauty.

Another thing I've noticed. When I had longer hair (not even past my shoulders but just longer than now, I was wearing my binder a lot more often. Now that my hair is super short, I haven't been wearing it. I don't know why that is. Perhaps I've felt euphoric enough with short hair? Maybe a combination of euphoria and finally fully being able to be free of the internalized exors*xism (enbyph*bia) of people saying non-binary people have to present androgynously (which is a bunch of bs) of course, the binder still provides euphoria when I need it and that's important. (Another interesting note, for me personally, I got a million times more comfortable dressing super femme after coming out)

Back to hair, I've been really experimenting with ways to rock the natural curls. I have platinum blonde hair I style in finger waves but I will be growing out my fro again 👉🏾👈🏾 I also have some natural hair wigs I adore. Short hair's just been so convenient for work and it makes me gender euphoric.

This ramble's been all over the place, but real quick, I've improved the plot points for A Rose Without Thorns 🥳 Exciting exciting!!!)

[bbrandy2002]

Wacky Drabble #16: What Goes Around

Part 2 of Something Flubbed…

This is part of @emceesynonymroll #wackydrabbles

Liam x Riley

Catch up with Part 1

A/N: What started as a crack drabble about tumblr reblogs, of all things, has somehow morphed into a semi-actual story. I'm still scratching my head on how I did it and have just decided to let my Liam and Riley tell the story. Its still mostly crack yo!

Prompt: Was I not supposed to

Word count: 1322

Liam’s right eye was twitching as he shot her a look of pure hell and contention. He stammered for words, unsure of what to say or even think. The last thing he ever expected from Riley was infidelity, believing their marriage was something special, something sacred, something she respected and was devoted to as much as he was. That she had written, in a mediocre fashion, the details of a courtyard tryst with Drake, his best friend of all people, and even relished in the fact that she was doing so, was next to unforgiveable in his mind.

Riley approached her husband apprehensively, wanting to explain herself, if she even could. She clasped her hands together firmly, attempting to control the visible trembling. She knew this was bad, but, was hopeful it could be cleared up quickly. At this point, the truth had to be better than what she assumed he was thinking. Before she was able to inch too close, he held his hand up to stop her. With his mist filled eyes, the ones that were breaking her apart, he began his scathing remarks. “First off…..your friend here just sent you a message asking if some girl named Alyssa should fuck me at Drake’s funeral”.

“Aww, she’s killing Drake off”, her posture slumped as she shook her head disappointingly. Her gaze met his again; realizing he really was in no mood for banter. “Liam, It’s not what you think ”

“Secondly”, he continued with a raised voice, cutting her explanation off, “Did you fuck Drake in a courtyard in Fydelia, writing….and I quote, “his cock is much larger than Liam’s”.

Riley swallowed hard, searching for the right words, ones that were truthful, yet, not so hurtful. She inhaled deeply, preparing to come clean of her offense, "Sweetheart, its just fanfiction and all that Drake stuff was just a really, really bad bet I lost. I swear, I have never, ever been with Drake."

Liam quirked his brow, "a really bad bet, huh?"

"Yes", she answered, tugging nervously at the tie on her robe. " I bet Burnsy I knew Drake better than she knew you, and...."

"Burnsy?"

"...but, when I took Anitah's quiz..."

"Quiz?"

"I didn't know about the mojitos and bears and a bunch of other shit and then Beeps had to make..."

"Beeps?"

"those monster Drake kids that are on my blog and I had to write smut, but, I didn't know how to write smut, so I had to watch porn....oh my god, there was so much porn, and ritachacha wanted to read it and...Im no ritachacha...so I drank and cried and binged on porn and bananas for two weeks solid and I attempted to hide the post but these turmblr girls are thristy and can sniff out smut, even the bad ones and Im so sorry Liam, Im so.....so sorry", she inhaled deeply trying to catch her breath from her long winded tangent.

"I have no idea what the hell you just said", he bit back, completely dumbfounded and baffled by her explanation.

"You don't understand what I said?"

"Do you?", he yelped.

Riley watched with trepidation as Liam tossed the laptop on the bed and eased himself up from the floor, wincing at the shooting pain in his back from the fall, rubbing and massaging the sore spot above his ass.

Riley moved towards him in an attempt to help, concerned about his injuries and wellbeing, but, he jerked away, hobbling to the other side of the room, keeping his back to her.

"Liam", her voice cracking as tears of shame began to fall. "Liam, please look at me....none of that is real..none of it...it was just a dumb bet".

He shot a glance sideways, still not completely looking at her, "so you wrote that you rode Drake's...collosus dick, harder than Seattle Slew because of a bet?".

She chuckled a little, amused by her husband's analogy, before quickly composing herself, "Was I not supposed to?", she replied innocently, "it was a bet, Liam...everyone knows you can't take back a bet".

Liam spun around to face her, shocked at the words that just spewed from her lips, "I see", he nodded, tapping the front of his chin. With a clenched jaw, he breathed deeply through his nose and exhaled sharply, his eyes speaking for him, full of disdain and hurt.

He strolled forward in her direction, stopping just shy of her petite frame. He leaned over until his reddened face was directly in front of hers and just inches apart, his voice clear and firm, "Then I bet your ass won't mind sleeping elsewhere tonight".

Riley's eyes widened, her mouth falling open, unable to find words. She watched in astonishment as he reached across the bed, retrieving her pillow before holding it out to her.

"You can't be serious?"

"Oh, I'm very serious", he stated matter-of-factly, "and if you want back in this bed anytime soon....or my "not as enormous as Drake's" cock, you will delete that fucking blog".

"I don't accept that bet, Your Majesty", she seethed, tossing the pillow back on the bed, sitting herself on the edge with her legs crossed and her hands folded on them. "I'm not going anywhere and I'm not deleting that blog".

Liam perched his lips, gliding his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Realizing she called his bluff, "Fine..", he yanked his pillow up and tucked it firmly under his arm, "I'll be in my study"

"Fine", she shrugged.

"Fine!"

Liam hastily exited the bedroom, slamming the door and did what he said he would do. He opened his desk drawer searching for anything that would take away the pounding in his head and the throb in his backside. He opened the bottle of Aleve and found it empty before throwing it across the room. He kept Riley's Midol in there too for when he needed to quell her bitchiness during certain times of the month. Helps with cramps, bloating, tension, backpain, headaches, irritablity, muscle aches and water weight gain, he had all of them.

Liam unloaded three into his mouth, washing them down with the bottle of whiskey he reserved for when Drake would drop by for a quick drink. He slumped down into his desk chair, still reeling from the audacity and nerve of his wife. He wanted her to feel as bad as he did at this moment, to see how her actions made him feel. It didn't matter if it was real or not, she wrote it. He knew in his heart she and Drake wouldn't betray him that way, but, did she want to? Did she really think his dick was small and that he was an asshole?

He thought to himself as he continued sipping on his drink, how could he make her see and feel exactly the way he does? He contemplated his options for several minutes, when, like a spark igniting, it came to him....two can play this game.

Liam's lips curled into a sinister grin, his eyes lighting up, as he pulled his chair closer to his desk, turning the computer on. He downed the rest of the bottle, tossing it aside, as he cracked his knuckles, preparing to give Riley a little taste of her own medicine.

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It was early Saturday morning when the sun just started to brighten the morning sky. A bright, warm ray shining through the balcony doors and landing squarely on Riley's face, her darkened complexion glowing more than usual. She yawned and stretched, feeling content from a good nights sleep.

Reaching her arm across the bed, she felt the emptiness of where Liam usually slept. Did she care that he was pissed off with her, of course. She loved him and never wanted to hurt him, but, she wouldn't be controlled, nor, intimidated by him. She was hopeful that by him sleeping in the study last night and a little time away from each other, it would cool him down and they could discuss this rationally.

With another big stretch and yawn, she noticed her laptop still sitting in the same spot on the bed Liam had left it last night. She lunged over and scooped the device into her arms.

Plugging in the charger, she fired up the app and immediately took note of the numerous tags she had from several of her mutuals for the same story. Curious, she clicked on the link taking her to a rather peculiar title:

"Liam Fucks Hana Five Ways From Sunday With His Enormous Dick"

A new collaborative drabble by @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore and newcomer @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam

NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

He had bamboozled her, and in doing so, somehow convinced Bleakmore to join into his scheme; she knew it was him.

"I'm going to slaughter him...LIAM!!!!!!!!"

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[petekaos]

If someone should be apologizing for late replies it should be me so no worries at all! Dealing with my old phone finally made me irritated enough to get a new one as it suddenly failed to show half my gallery and keeps restarting itself at random times. I've been struggling with apps crashing and slow processing for at least a year now too so maybe it was time... So yay for actually being able to use the tumblr app too! Maybe my answering speed will increase? Also, glad to hear you'll be getting a bit of a break as well, even happier to hear you're ready to take your time resting 🤍 Even if things do seem to be quite hectic, I know you can push through this, I'm rooting for you!

I'm sorry to hear about the change of plans but you really made the right decision. It'll be so much more fun to meet once there's not as much uncertainty as at the moment, I'm sure! The number of cases is increasing here too and we'll most probably just have a Skype celebration with friends, better to be patient with this whole thing than watch a full-on lockdown happen again. On a more positive note: I am very much looking forward to possible petekao+achara japan stories!! No pressure though, I just loved the little snippet in the postcards fic already!

The recipe you linked looks wonderful, I might do some gentle tweaking if I feel like it. I'll let you know how it goes once I'm onto the project (which should be next weekend as I have no plans)! Also please feel free to ramble about tangerines (or anything tbh) at any given time, I found that quite endearing, really ❤️

Favourite dessert? Favourite cherry magic character? Now those are some unfair questions as I am very much a lover of all things sweet as well as everyone in cm. I like pretty much all kinds of desserts. Baked, fried, chilled... Everything goes. Honestly an easier question would be to just ask which desserts I don't like because as far as I'm aware I only dislike anything with an overwhelming amount of vanilla essence or sea-buckthorn berries. That trick doesn't work for cherry magic though... I cannot name a favourite but if I had to name a character I relate to way more than others, it would be adachi. I get this intense feeling of comfort seeing someone with similar self-worth and self-confidence issues slowly overcoming them, even if we're talking about a fictional character...

A bit over two weeks until 2021, can you believe? Time is just flying by...

hellooo nene! again sorry for the super late reply haha, time has just been flying by. i’m glad you got a new phone, that’s great and yay for finally being able to use the app! although the app crashes and functions weirdly enough on its own, so we shall see how that goes. thank you so much - i’ve just been writing and making gifs recently and it’s honestly very healing, i’m glad i get to have this time off and just chill for a bit. and yeah, i’ve just been texting my friends and keeping up to date with what they’re doing through calls and stuff, which is infinitely better in these times. staying safe!

as for the petekao+achara in japan fic, it’s in the works! i know i say this a lot but i will write a little drabble after i’m done wrapping up my secret santa gift. as well as a chanonpom thing i’ve been thinking about recently... let’s just hope my writer’s block clears up and i don’t procrastinate my way through my time off. on another note, i hope the tangerine pie goes well! i tweaked that recipe myself to make the one i made recently and it turned out super well and now i have a permanent craving, meaning that i’m gonna pull a kao and we’re going to be having tangerine pie for ages now.

honestly you’re very relatable for liking all kinds of desserts... because absolutely same. indian desserts are incredibly close to my heart though, and you can find me making gulab jamuns and laddoos whenever i have the time. i gotta say that tangerine pie is becoming a quick favourite though, and brownies have always been a constant favourite! as for cherry magic... i gotta say that kurosawa has to be my favourite. while i adore everyone else and i relate immensely to adachi, there’s just something so kind and relatable about kurosawa that makes me adore him! he reminds me a lot of sarawat, actually, and it makes me love him all the more.

2021 is literally gonna be over in a week and i cannot believe it. it’s been wild. what about you? any end of year plans?

[kezibun]

Yeah so I got this request through my AO3. Coffee (FSG Papyrus) isn't in my usual line up and although I did my research (including reading this awsome fic that inspired this drabble) I'm no sure I got his character right. This does NOT mean I'll write for other Au's I'd prefer it if you stuck to my list.

You sat on THE bench, in the cold autumn night. You always met up with your coffee loving skeleton here every week but today it seemed he was late and you were getting worried. Did something bad happen? Did he get beaten by some anti-monster gang? Did his brother stop him from coming to meet up with you? (You know Sans doesn't like you so that's possible) he would have messaged if he wasn't coming right?

As your wondering thoughts fill you with worry you hear footsteps crunching in the autumn leaves behind you. You turn to the sound and what you see makes your worries disappear. The tall skeleton walked towards you a carrier bag in hand, his golden braces reflecting the starlight, his hoodie had the words ‘worried guy’ written across it.

Your eyes meet his eye lights and you sigh in relief. “Papyrus, you had me so worried.”

“(Y/n)” he whispered back. He placed the shopping bag on the bench next to you before rapping his arms around you nuzzling you slightly. He brought his little notebook out scribbling something down quickly.

He showed you what he'd written for you. It read, ‘I was worried you'd left already. Sorry I'm so late.’ under that were two little doodles one of you with the usual halo above your head the other him with the exact smile that was spread so wide across his skull.

“Don't worry, I'm just glad you're here,” You hum planting a little kiss on his cheekbone. “does your brother know your here with me?”

He took his seat next to you on the bench, looking down at his feet, he shook his head.

“Ok I'll text him.”

“N-no.” He squeaked.

“Will you get in trouble if I do?”

He wrote his answer quickly. ‘No but you might…again’

“Thats alright, I know Sans doesn't like me but I've got to try and let him know I can be trusted and keeping our little dates a secret won't do that.”

‘I suppose’ he scribbled in reply.

You got your phone from your pocket opening it to message Sans, you've sent him quite a few messages before now, mostly concerning Papyrus like you were about to now, he never replied to your texts, he had phoned you a few times to tell you to stay away from his brother though. It scared you the first time but Papyrus had apologised and told you he'd talked to his brother about it, since you two started officially dating you hadn't had much trouble from Sans but you know he still doesn't trust you.

You shoot him a quick text, ‘Hello, the mighty Sans, just letting you know Papyrus is with me.’

Once you finished Papyrus had doodled another note for you, a picture of drink cans and cat shaped bread the words ‘I brought some snacks!’ written underneath. He then handed you your favourite canned drink and flavour of cat shaped bread.

“Thank you, your so sweet.”

He replied with a smile that you know as his way of saying your welcome. He then retrieved his can of coffee and choco cat bread.

A comfortable silence embraced both of you as you sat on your favourite bench in the park, YOUR bench, the one you two frequently met up at. You basked in the quiet presents of your skelle.

As you ate the treats he brought you he gently placed his hand over yours, it made you smile and you needed to resist the urge to say something but to make any kind of deal about it would surely embarrass him something you wouldn't wish to do to such an adorable sweetheart. So you gently and slowly leaned on him letting your head rest on his shoulder and he leaned his head to rest it on yours.

“I love you” he mumbled under his breath.

Request your own seasonal skelly date

[personasintro]

I've finally read latest 3 chapters of mh. I feel like I could rant about them all and feelings I got from them but I think it's going to turn into long essay and I don't think one ask space is enough. I don't want to bother you much with such long rant. But if it's ok I'll try to collect my thoughts and somehow write it all in next one? Even after making notes from those chapters l think my thoughts are quite messy to put them in one ask but I do have a question about part in chapter 37 I think? During y/n and jungkooks conversation while y/n was busy 🤭 There was mention of jungkooks tone that didn't go unnoticed by y/n could you maeby explain a bit more this scene? As I understand jungkook got worried because y/n was acting weird and questioned her what was she doing but I feel like he clearly understood at some point but instead of hanging up as I probably would do if I realized that my friend on other end is 'busy', he still was like waiting for her confirmation? Kind of felt like he got angry? Maeby a bit jealous?

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I love reading all of your thoughts, sadly it just takes me longer to respond to them because there are just too many and long! But I appreciate every each of you that writes me these long asks!💜 I can't seem to find any more asks from you, I'm not sure if you forgot to add your emoji or if I received it tho🥺

I think it'd be fun to write a drabble sometime in the future, Jungkook's pov of that call and his thoughts but I can answer this now.. there's nothing too dramatic about his reaction. I think at first he was a bit confused why she sounds like that and is being weird, but then it clicked when he heard her moan and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what she was doing (but yes, he definitely caught up sooner since he knows her moans👀). It all happened quick, so before he could fully process it he just asked her what she's doing because he thought maybe he's just hearing wrong or is wrong. He wasn't angry or doesn't really have the right to feel jealous since he has a girlfriend, he was definitely confused, shocked and just couldn't believe she's being that bold and talking to him on the phone while doing that.