#thank you for your super kind words Anon 💗💗

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Aaaaa she's adorable!! I always loved German shepherds

I'll be sending good vibes, hope whatever happens gets better or settles down!

She’s so lovely 🥰 she barked at doorbells from the TV for the first time today 😂

Thank you for the vibes :)) I hope so too — I’m ready for good times now tho 😭 give me good times , universe! I feel like I deserve it 💀

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR men x reader, meeting your parents

𐙚 summary: the acotar men meet ur parents for the first time, how will it go?

𐙚 warnings: crack, fluff

𐙚 amara’s note: thank u sm for the req anon!!💗 i need cassian so bad i’m not joking 🙁 | based on this req

Rhysand

okay so in my mind there are two ways this could go

either ur parents are scared shitless bc of him or they absolutely adore him

They’re real scared if your parents live in the Hewn City and have only seen Rhysand’s bad side, you know, when he was with Amarantha and just seemed like a real jerk overall

The part where they adore him would come into play if your parents lived in Velaris and witnessed Rhysand's true self, not the facade he presents to his court, but the genuine person behind the mask

I think he would act very nonchalant and act like its a casual thing meeting your parents but he is shitting himself behind the facades

He's just really eager for your parents to like him, so he ends up accidentally over-complimenting your mom, which might make your dad a bit irked.

“Mrs. L/N, your beauty is as radiant as the stars. And your cooking is absolutely divine,” he has a hand on his heart, his famous smirk playing on his lips

“Aw, thank you so very much Rhysand, how very kind of you. I’m glad you like it!” your mom beams at him sweetly

“Alright, Rhysand, let's not get carried away,” your dad mutters, staring daggers at rhys as he gets drags your moms chair closer to him

After a while they grow to love him and your father’s distaste for him lessens

Azriel

it’s kind like rhysand’s situation, your parents score is based on how much they know about him

okay, so if ur parents know he’s the scary night court torturer and spymaster who does dangerous things for his work, he might not be very well liked. not only that but they would be genuinely worried and very scared

but if they only know he works for the high lord, i believe the chance of liking him is big

I think azriel’s calm aura when he’s with you makes him very likeable and trustworthy

Your parents see how much he cares for you, the little things he does for you and they approve

they see the small things he does, like this vid right here

Azriel is actually so fucking nervous, he stalks your parents before meeting them. He knows what your dad likes and he knows what your mom likes. Azriel brings their interests up casually in conversations and see how their faces light up

of course you know about all of this but you let him think he’s slick

Eris

Just like rhys and az, it depends on how much they know ab him.

If this is pre berons death eris, they will probably not like him bc of the way he presents himself

I still think Eris is charming and will win over your parents

He’s an expert on charming people and he uses it when he meets ur parents

he is very respectful, tho not very talkative. He speaks when spoken to basically

He gets very nervous when he is asked questions about your relationship bc if there’s one thing he loves it’s privacy

Eris is super vague, i’m talking one word answer for everything

“So how did you meet?”

“at a meeting.”

“Okay! so whats the story?”

“we fell in love.”

Absolutely melts when ur parents decide to like him bc he has never had any parental figure like him that much except for his mom and he is very happy on the inside when ur parents love him

literally thinks of ur parents as his after a while

Lucien

He is extremely well liked, like right off the bat, they love him

We all now he is prythian’s most charming male

is the type to say “wow i see where my girl gets her beauty from” to your mom and “you raised her well, she is very smart” to your dad

I swear he will flirt with anyone. your brother, your sister, your mom, your dad

he brings gift baskets whenever u visit them and it’s always personalized gifts too

your younger siblings always greet him before you bc they think he’s wayyyyy cooler than u

he just basks in the attention bc slowly ur family basically adopts him and he becomes part of the family very quickly they all love him

Goes on walks with your parents, bakes with them, talks to them, literally becomes their fav in a heartbeat making u a lil jelly

This is SO him and ur mom LINK

Cassian

awww😭 bless his heart he is so awkward

he is so adamant about being liked, he goes all out

i’m talking gets a suit, shaves and gels his hair back even though you say it’s really not that deep

sweating bullets, wings drooping a tiiiiiny amount. not noticeable to anyone but himself

anyway

cassian knocks on the door w flowers for ur mom and his hands are literally sweating

absolutely doesn’t let you touch him in a romantic way. he literally swats of your hand on his bicep, “bae, we can’t do that right here, are you crazy??” he says in ur mind, looking around to see of anyone saw that super scandalous touch

at the dinner table he almost knocks over a glass and drops a fork on the floor

his tie is too tight and he carefully tugs on it for air until you decide it’s too much and take him to your childhood bedroom

“Cas, are you okay? They love you so much, there is really no need to be this nervous.”

“Are you sure they like me? Be honest.”

“Baby, I promise you, if they didn’t, you would know. Now get rid of this tie, pop a button and relax, let me get you a drink.”

After you kiss him and get him a drink, he calms down and goes back to his normal non nervous, lovely self

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[madame-fear]

Hi, can I please have an orange americano + red velvet? (Modern!jace fic based off the song “play date” by Melanie Martinez where Jace hasn’t been treating the reader well and she wants to leave him but she can’t because she loves him so much. Can it have a super angsty ending pls) (also, I’m the anon from before. I was asking if I should put iced coffee + orange americano 💗)

𐙚 ⸻ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

i don’t give a fuck about you anyways, whoever said I gave a shit ’bout you? // you know i give a fuck about you everyday, guess it’s time that i tell you the truth

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : my darling nonnie, thank you for the wonderful order! i truly hope this was what you expected,, and overall, carries as much angst as you hoped for. I did my best to end it as angsty as possible! ♡ ⟶ check amira’s coffee shop masterlist. 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. ∿ request above! 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 1.1k (apologies for the short length! I am getting back my inspiration very slowly but surely ;;__;;)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. purely angst. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. modern!jacaerys velaryon x gf!reader.

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; jace being a bit of an asshole (sorry pookie bear!) and kind of ignoring you, veeery slight mentions of cheating, and brief mentions of you arguing.

The line continued to ring almost endlessly, as you kept calling Jace over and over. The track of time managed to easily slip through your fingers each time you attempted to call him, being of no use at all in the end. Hours passed since Jace told you that he would be going to a friend’s party, and a mix between concern and disappointment filled you.

At the moment, the faint ringing coming from your phone was the only sound heard echoing across your room, accompanied by a sigh spurring from you; a sigh expressing both frustration and a growing dismay, fueling your previous disappointment. A knot had formed on your throat, almost choking you, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. This wouldn’t be the first, or last time that it happened— you were often left hanging, no matter what you did.

All the effort you put, only for a hanging line sound to beep a few times against your ear once again. Like it always did.

You firmly nibbled on your lower lip, fluttering your eyes shut— a burden heavily sat on your chest, almost tightening your breath. Inhaling deeply and in a shaky manner, you effortlessly threw your phone on the bed, and allowed the weight of your head against your palm devastated.

What had you done to deserve such treatment, you wondered? When you offered nothing but unconditional love and devotion, you were paid back with excruciating indifference. And what about his sweet words and kind treat he used to woo you with? In the end, you seemed to be nothing but a play date for him— something for Jace to have fun with for some time, while you were wrapped around his finger. A mere play date is what you felt like, and he proved it with his behaviour.

It didn’t matter just how hard you tried to become indifferent towards him, how you didn’t give a shit; how your head tried to wrap itself around the idea of breaking up and leaving him, as you should— but something always held you back. Ceaselessly, you had attempted to convince yourself that you were far worthier than the pain Jace bought you, but you were foolish enough to stay in your place for your undisputed adoration towards him.

That undisputed adoration was the same cause for you to remain right where you were, withholding you. Jace bought you pain with the way he so blatantly opted to ignore you, and was often seen partying with other girls— but the pain would only be greater if you broke up with him. The idea of leaving his side was bitter, almost poisonous.

You did love Jace most dearingly, but you were just a toy for him to play with. One that chased after him desperately, being at his disposal whenever he wished; and coming to terms with that was no easy task— in fact, you refused to believe so. Many of your friends insisted on the fact that you should leave him for your own mental wellbeing, but you just couldn’t. No one could understand how much effort such simple — and neccessary — decision took.

“I can’t be by your side all the time, (y/n)! I’ve got things to do!” you remembered him shouting at you in frustration, before he left with some friends. That had been one of your many fights, and they were all about the same topic— him seeming to care very little about you. Jace’s excuses were that studying and working were draining, consuming all his time and energy to spend any of them on you.

“I’m not asking you to be with me all day long! All I’m asking is that you show that you do care just a little bit, instead of ignoring all my efforts and go partying with a bunch of other girls!” as you shouted back at him, your own voice was frail and quivery, poorly attempting to not start crying right in front of him. Whether he spent every passing second of the days by your side wasn’t the true matter— it was the lack of appreciation towards how you continously remained faithful and adoring to him, you seemed to only matter whenever he felt like it.

You understood, and you never overcomplained about the responsabilities that came day to day, as you had your own work and studies— but you had grown tired of understanding and remaining silent, when you were well aware that all his spare time was spent on hanging out with his friends, and being on parties surrounded by other girls... Mostly, spending time with Baela, one of the girls from his friend’s group.

Everyone suspected that Jace hung out with Baela behind your back, as more than just friends— but you preferred to play dumb and look elsewhere, as much as the thought painfully weighed on your conscience; because you knew all those suspicions were true.

You were treated as a fool, used for mere fun. What fun was there in being with someone just to be chased after and play with their feelings? You were tired of understanding and saying practically nothing at all. Not caring was difficult when all you hoped for, was for the immense devotion you offered to be reciprocated.

Faintly beginning to sob, tears escaped from your eyes, leaving a hot wet trail behind as they rolled through your cheeks— hiding your face in your hands, choking on your own tears. Overthinking never did any good to you, but who could judge you considering the place you were in? The situation was almost too overwhelming to bear. Sorrow and disappointment asphyxiated you constantly, leaving you burdened with your own thoughts. Had you done anything for him to not show an ounce of love for you, despite your attempts in making him feel cared for?

“He clearly doesn’t respect you. Why don’t you break up with him for once?” but it was easier said than done, when no one was in your place... When you wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing. At times, you felt your own idea of love was far more different than the rest of the people— and you blamed yourself for idealising someone who tossed you away, toying around with your feelings.

You were just a play date for him, while he was the person you adored the most despite all the pain his presence bought in your life. And all you felt you could do, was swallow the bitterness that came with your relationship— attempting to drown the constant rising thoughts of breaking up with him, knowing it would hurt far more than having your efforts to show genuine affection passed unnoticed.

You wanted to leave, but it felt almost as if you were trapped in a labyrinth— and your own silly devotion was at fault, when you knew he cared very little whether you remained with him by his side, or not.

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[sim0nril3y]

Hi bby girl. Love your writing, I told you before as an anon and I came back bc I love how you put into words

(Sorry to use anon, I'm very shy)

I wanted to request you to write about civilian!reader and Simon being emotional in the middle of the act. Reader feels overwhelmed by all the emotions and feelings and it's like she starts sobbing bc of all the pleasure and praising from Simon

Thank you in advance! Keep writing, you make us happy 💗

Note: eeeeeeee thank you so much for your request, I love, love, loved writing it so much, hope that I did it justice! you are so sweeeeeeet for all your kind words, ily! (no need to be shy, i'm super friendly, i promise!) Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, p in v, overwhelming sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, caring Simon, canon typical swearing.

It was impossible to say how long that Simon had been curled over your frame, fucking into you deep with his perfectly fat and long cock, his lips pressed against every inch of his skin that he could reach, clasping needily at you whilst whispering the most sinful and sweet notions into your ear.

By now you had lost count of how many times you had spasmed and squirmed to completion on Simon’s cock, panting and clawing at his skin whilst your whined and whimpered. It was overwhelming to say the least. A delicious and intoxicating mixture of cumming hard around his cock as it stroked and prodded at the deepest parts that only Simon could reach.

“There you go.” Simon breathed heavily, smiling against your warm skin feeling you coming apart around him again. “Give it me, baby. Give me everything.” He praised, voice a little strained. “Y’such a good girl for me. You perfect little cunt was made for my fat fuckin’ cock.” Simon nipped at your earlobe. “My good girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”

It was overwhelming. That was putting it mildly. There was this build of emotions that was bubbling in your chest, like a big ball caught rising up and up until falling a fraught sob caught in your throat. Wait, were you crying? What did you start crying? Oh, shit.

The sound had caught Simon’s attention, eyes scanning across your face to try and figure out the problem before finally stilling his hips, keeping his cock firmly stuffed inside your sopping walls. “Babe. Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.” He urged with so much concern and care to his tone, thinking for even a moment that he might have hurt you or pushed you too far was almost too much for him to bear.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You whimpered out, nodding frantically. “It’s just so good. It’s so fucking good, Si.” You continued, watching the little smug smile that pulled across his lips. “You’re so good. Your cook is so good.” All the while tears tumbled down your cheeks but an emotional grin on your lips. “Y-you make me feel so good.”

Chuckling lowly, Simon pressed a kiss to your forehead and asked. “So, it’s good?” He teased before listening to your sobs tumble into giggles. “Yeah. It’s good.” You responded. “Alright. Let’s just… take a little break, hmm?” Carefully slipping out Simon rolled you into your side and wrapped his arms around you. “Daft bloody…” He muttered, leaning in to press a couple soothing kisses to your temple. “W-what about you? You didn’t cum…” That much was evident with how his hard cock pressed up against your ass.

“Mm, it’s a good thing I fuckin’ love you.” Simon teased, honestly not caring about his own needs at this moment, just knowing that he needed to comfort you in this moment. With just as much emotion, you whimpered back. “Love you too, Si. Love you so much.”

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[gofishygo]

giggling ab this okay so

imagine gaz n reader, they've just started to date

and reader is trans (ftm) but gaz doesn't know that yet

but then after a few weeks of dating reader is taking their T in the bathroom/bedroom and had forgotten to lock the door & gaz walks in oh no,,

YEAH so!!! i hope that's enough to.. you know. yeah!!!! i 💗 ur fics sm.

(we need more ftm fics RIGHT NOW!!)

whoEVER ANON IS . I LOVE U . Thank u so so so so much 4 this request my fingers have been acting to write m or ftm content u have appealed to my deepest desires . myways this rq is super silly i love chilled out gay mf and nervous closeted trans mf dynamic so much. 

Also posted on trans visibility day lets GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

the same (always changing); kyle 'gaz' garrick + trans male! reader (979 words)

notes: some implied and described internalised transphobia, mentions of transphobia, mentions of gender dysphoria, reader does not have top surgery yet, partial nudity on reader (non-sexual), little hurt/comfort type w/ fluff at the end !!

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It wasn’t meant to be a secret. It really wasn't.

But here you are, cooped up in the cold premise of your shared bathroom, waiting for the gel to dry into your skin as you stare at your figure in the mirror, noticing the little changes with a strange sense of europhia. You wished you could run back to the arms of your boyfriend as you ramble about how good the hormones have been working, how you can see your outer shell peeling open to show the man who's been living in the inside, a feedback loop that had you seeing yourself in reflections instead of skin and hair and face that you'd barely recognised. Maybe his face would melt into that gorgeous smile, arms pulling you closer to him like he's seeping off the happiness he swears he sees seeping off your skin's pores. But it's the flip of a coin, a winning ticket in an uncertain lottery.

you're not so sure if Kyle would love the kind of person you were.

gender hadn't ever been a point of focus in your conversations, never something that had to be caught and pinned down with word or thought. he was a man, you were a man, and you loved each other. both of you did your best to keep it at that simplicity. but part of you, like the serpent to adam and eve, had always doubted whether kyle would look at you with the same eyes if you somehow ended up showing him your childhood photos or now-invalid passport, the face that was still soaked with dysphoria-ridden tears. 

the gel is still sticking to your ribs when the door practically flies off its hinges slamming against concrete walls and gaping open your closed eyes with ugly sound. There's a groan of exasperation that should make you giggle, but only makes already tense muscles almost turn to stone. "honey, you done ? really need to take a fat shi-" 

And then there's that silence both unsurprising but dreaded, how it felt to inhale smoke. 

You hate the shock as his eyes run over your bare chest in realisation, feeling any words about to come out crawling back into your windpipe as he notices the thin layer of gel and the label of the bottle on the sink. 

"love?" he calls, an endearing substitute replacing your name. you didn’t know if he'd call you that, even after this revelation. Or did he not know what else to call you now that this had been revealed ? "kyle," you echo. 

please just look at me, kyle. 

his eyes still look the same as how they look at you; stormclouds that accompany you on lonely and rainy nights, and your eyes can't help on focus on the pretty shade of grey instead of the battering of water droplets hitting against tin. Not once  does it ever shift to malice or hatred- only worry, for you, maybe. 

"do you want to talk about it right now ?" isn't the response that you expected. It's an gentle offer, and extended hand waiting for you to take or push away, more freeing than astute observations of your perceived identity or the bitter words hissed out when others had realised. You can only nod your head in response. 

"im sorry," you say, and you don’t know how much (what you're) apologising for. Sorry for never telling you. Sorry for making a distance that could have been avoided. Sorry for being this without your permission, anyone else's permission. 

but he's quick to hold you and the shame that you carry , not minding any of the gel residue on his shirt. "hey, no, it's okay," his voice is gentle, reaching out for your secluded self. "remember what I told you when we first started dating?" he puts a hand to your head, playing with your hair as he pulls you closer to him. "I love all of you, dove. Everything." he rests his chin onto your shoulder, murmuring the words into your ear. And you can't help but hug back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Your lifeline. "I love you too," you muse.

you both stay there for a minute before he pulls away with a complaint of some back pain from a recent mission, and you kiss his nose, allowing yourself to smile for the first time since he'd entered the room. "so.." you start, now perched on the rim of the bathtub. "you're ok with me being trans?"

you giggle when he deadpans at you, "love, I just hugged you for 5 full minutes after seeing you apply testosterone instead of taking a shit. I don’t really care if you're trans." 

and after your testosterone dries and you put on your shirt, you both in bed, tangled up in each other's arms. ramblings about little stories or town gossip. professions of grandiose love guised under quiet murmurs. the hormones are still a little crusty on your skin, but they're doing the work that should have been done since birth. 

The same, always changing. 

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiiiiii viiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!! Hope your doing just lovely💗💗💗💗❤❤❤❤❤❤. Last fic you wrote for me was so good thank you again your the best.!!!!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭💋💋💋💋 I was again wondering if I could please request the same type of reader(fem pls) from last time x red hair pirates again but in a different scenario it could anything from fluff/cute or angst just anything.

Thank you so much 💋💋💋😭😭🥺🥺. Have a super duder amazing day!!!!!❤💗❤❤💗❤💗

~🍮 anon~

Red Haired Pirates x Fem ! Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: Red Haired Pirates and Female Reader

A / N: Hey Puddin !! I'm glad you're requesting from me again !! I'm always happy to write for the red haired sillies LOL. I hope you have an amazing day as well <33 Also , you can call me Vin or Vix ! Sorry that this is a lot shorter than normal !! I hope you still enjoy <3

It was another casual day on the Red Force. Everyone was either chilling or playing games. You were in the kitchen , swaying your hips to a song you were whistling. You had found another recipe that you wanted to try out. It happened to be a chocolate mousse cake with a smooth exterior.

You hummed some sea shanties as you sprinkled unflavored gelatin powder over a small dish filled with water. While waiting for the gelatin to become gelatinous and clear , you heated a pot of heavy cream just until it started steaming. When the gelatin 'bloomed' , you whisked it into the heavy cream.

While you were whisking , the door to the kitchen was pushed ajar. You didn't bother to look over since you knew they weren't gonna bother you. You checked the mixer to see if the cream came out as stiff peaks , which it did. You smiled while you whipped egg whites along with cream of tartar and sugar to create a fluffy meringue.

From behind you , you heard a gruff voice speak to you. "Are you making some kind of fluffy cake ?" It was the captain of the ship himself , Red Haired Shanks. The two mixes you made were individually folded into the bowl of chocolate you set aside a bit ago. To fold , you used a rubber spatula to gently run it around the mousse and through.

"I'm making a Chocolate Mousse cake !" You responded cheerily. You continued folding the batter around until it was the perfect consistency. You poured it into the cake platter and pushed it into the already preheated oven. You turned to your captain and brought the rubber spatula to his lips. "Here , try it ! It's a new recipe that I wanted to try out." As your words slipped past your lips , his tongue trailed along the utensil.

"Sweetheart , this is delicious !" He laughed heartily and took the spatula from your hand to finish it. "Thank you , Shanks !" His laugh was contagious. Because of that fact , it caused you to laugh along with him.

"Lucky wanted to know if ya needed any help in here , but it don't seem like you need any lil missy." He patted your head , ruffling your (color) locks. Your smile widened as you pulled him into a hug.

"Oh ! When you're done , Beck says he has a surprise for ya." Shanks spoke smoothly , placing his arm around your smaller waist. "Ooh ! I have the timer going , so can I come now ?!" You asked , stars lighting up in your doe like eyes.

"Of course !" He pulled away from your embrace and gently pushed you towards the door. "Hey , Beck ! Lil Missy wants to see her surprise !" Shanks shouted from across the deck to his first mate.

"I'm right here , Shanks. There's no need to shout for me." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The gray haired man stepped out of the shadows and stood next to you and the captain. Shanks' brown eyes met with Benn's black ones. The one armed man chuckled and stumbled away from you as Benn walked towards you. He handed you a small , black bag.

"Here. We feel bad that we ruined one of your other bathing suits , so we pitched in and got you some new ones. Along with that perfume that you said you liked. Yasopp also got you a necklace with your name engraved on it." As he said that , he showed you the red heart pendant that said 'Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates' on the back.

As you read it , you huffed. "Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates ??" Cue some laughs erupting from the crew who now surrounded the two of you. Despite your initial embarrassment from the necklace , you looked back at them with tears filling your eyes.

The crew started panicking. You heard variations of 'we didn't mean to hurt you' and stuff like that. You laughed and held the bag close to your chest. "Thank you , everyone. I appreciate it." Your smile could replace the sun , according to them. It was so bright and so sweet that it made them question how you were even a wanted criminal in the first place.

Benn patted your back gently and gave you a soft smile. "Glad you like it , doll." Your face burned a bit , but you just smiled kindly at him. "Why don't we have a party for our little missy ?!" You heard your captain yell. You turned your (color) eyes towards his direction and noticed him slamming down bottles of alcohol. The crew cheered and basically all yelled 'hell yeah !'

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Though the party raged on , you had to retreat to the kitchen to check on your dish. You combined the layers together and waited for it to cool on the stove. You sat on the counter and huffed. As much as you loved the boys , they could be a bit too rowdy for you sometimes.

Being in the kitchen by yourself gave you the quiet time you needed to rejuvenate. Your eyes turned to the door as you heard it crack open. Your eyes met with playful brown ones. "Oh , hey Yasopp !"

"What up , missy ?" He replied , closing the door behind him. "Whatcha doin' in here ? The party is out there." He walked over to your side and stared down at you , his smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh ! I was finishing up this chocolate mousse cake ! And I needed a bit of quiet time. Hope I didn't upset you guys too much !" As if to make up for it , you kissed his chin. He laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "You didn't upset us ! We were worried aboutcha." He shrugged and put his large hand on your smaller head.

"I'm sorry , I didn't mean to worry you guys . ." A hint of sadness coated your voice. This made Yasopp feel horrible. He panicked and smiled nervously. "No , fuck. That's not what I meant. Forget what I said. Did ya make the cake for us ?" He asked in an attempt to change the topic. It worked. It seemed like you had completely forgotten what he said previously.

"Yeah ! I hope I made it big enough. Wanna try a piece ?" You asked as you began cutting slices into it. You pulled a piece off and placed it onto a clean plate. "Only if ya feed it to me !" He laughed and placed his rifle on the table.

You nodded and got a fork from the drawer next to the cabinet. You took a piece off of the cake and placed it towards his lips. "Say ah ~" He opened his mouth and you gently placed the slice on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the fork and made a noise of satisfaction.

"You're gonna feed him and not me ?? Wow , Sweetheart. I'm - HIC - I'm offended !" You heard from the doorway. Your head snapped over to find the source of the voice , Shanks. He had clearly drunken too much. You swore that he would find any chance he could to drink.

"Oh , come on ya oaf. I'll feed you too." You handed the plate to the blonde , who gratefully accepted the offer. He picked his weapon up from the table and walked outside with a smile on his face.

You cut a piece off for Shanks and fork fed him as well. "And what about us ??" You sighed and shook your head playfully as you noticed the line behind the red haired captain.

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After cutting off slices and feeding everyone , you were exhausted. You sat against the door of the kitchen and watched everyone play around and sing loudly.

You shifted as you felt someone sit beside you. "Hey , Roux. Did ya enjoy the cake ?" You asked happily. "Is that even a question ? Definitely. You're the baker of the Red Haired Pirates , missy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He took a bite from the meat he had in his left hand and laughed.

"Of course ! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's a new recipe." You informed , taking a sip from the alcohol you had gotten earlier. "Really ? It was VERY good." He complimented while putting hid large hand on the small of your back.

"Aww !! Thanks !!" Your cheeks lit up a red shade from his compliment. You kissed his cheek and giggled softly. "Heyyy ! I want one too !!" You heard from a drunken crewmate. Another line . . Sigh.

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After hugging and kissing everyone's chin or cheek , you were more tired. Without knowing , you ended up passing out on the deck.

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You woke up in the women's quarters , accompanied by Beck and Shanks. You jumped out of bed and stared at them. "What are you two doing here ?"

Benn rolled to his side and yawned. "Mornin' sleepy head. You asked us to stay." You tilted your head at his words. "Yeah , you begged us to stay here with ya , Missy." Came the voice of Shanks from your right. You scratched your cheek from embarrassment.

"Fuck , sorry you two." You kissed both of their foreheads before you were dragged back down by Shanks.

"Now hush up and go back to sleep , Reader." Before you could complain , you heard light snoring from behind you. It was Shanks , of course. He was already out. You couldn't leave either , since both of them had their arms trapping you against the bed.

Eventually , you just let it happen. The smell of smoke , cologne , and alcohol have you a slight headache , but it lulled you back into sleep.

[padfootagain]

Professional

Hello everyone! Answering a request made by an anon today:“And then I thought about this other scenario where reader and Ben had done a movie together and they are dating and now they are doing the press tour and they are doing the vanity fair lie detector interview. (you know what i’m talking about?) I remember Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton did this years ago while promoting Stranger Things and they were super cute. I just love fics about doing these kind of interviews, like the wired autocomplete interview, for example. (I sometimes imagine myself doing it, pretending I’m famous🙈 but if you ask me about that I’d deny it) + they try to play it cool and hide that they are madly in love and act as if they weren’t a couple but the whole game outs them completely and it’s hilarious and they laugh like mad about it Anyways, that’s it and I hope I’m not bothering💗”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope that you like what I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this adorable fic! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing : Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff. So adorable you might actually melt.

Summary: You and Ben answer the lie detector interview to promote the new season of SaB, where you have worked together. But the interview reveals a lot more about your relationship with Ben than what was intended to begin with.

Word Count: 2869

Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You thought this would be fun, but Vanity Fair really does take this thing seriously.

The room you’ve walked into with Ben has something a little intimidating about it. Low lights, a simple table set in the middle of the room, a couple of chairs that face each other, and of course, a man setting up a lie detector in a corner. The journalist gives the two of you a warm smile and asks you who wants to start. She’s holding some papers, on which you have no doubt you’ll find a list of questions for both Ben and you.

Speaking of Ben, he turns to you then, his gaze questioning and the ghost of a warm smile on his lips.

He looks ridiculously handsome today, with a white t-shirt, some dark jeans and a brown oversized cardigan… But then again, you did help him choose his outfit for the interview this morning. You’re the only one to blame for your own suffering. The fact that he’s let his hair grow a little more these days, the curls starting to roll at the nape of his neck, doesn’t help at all.

“Do you want to start asking the questions or answering, Y/N?”

It’s weird to hear him say your name. You love it, of course, how it rolls on his tongue, deep voice filled with warmth as it leans on the syllables in a heavy British accent that you adore. Still, it feels strange because after dating him for so long, living with him… you’re used to answer only to love, darling, gorgeous, beautiful…

But then again, you remember Ben’s words from this very morning, while he was tying his shoes in the hallway, looking up at you while kneeling on the ground.

Today, we’re colleagues! No lovey-dovey reactions! We need to remain professional!

You smile. Professional. Of course, you’re an actress, you can do that.

“I’d rather start answering. Plug me in!”

Ben can’t refrain a chuckle at that, and you sit down, waiting for the wires to be tied around your body and for the camera to roll.

You’re more nervous than usual. It’s intimidating, to be surrounded with strangers, in a tiny room dimly lit, with wires connecting you to a lie detector. You won’t be able to lie to get out of a weird question. You feel a little safer though as Ben sits down on the other side of the table, picking up a sheet of paper and scanning questions with a focused frown on his brow. He looks warm and cozy, yet elegant. You’re not sure how he does it, but he does. You have to refrain your sudden urge to stand up and snuggle into his chest, arms around his torso to let him wrap his cardigan around you. He loves to do that, to wrap you around his coat and pullover to keep you warm. It gives him a good excuse to hold you close…

The interviewer gives Ben a thumbs up, and so he clears his throat to start the interview.

When he looks up at you, your nervousness is obvious, and his polite smile grows soothing, reassuring.

“You’re alright over there, Y/N? Comfy with all these wires?”

“It’s incredibly relaxing. I don’t feel at all like I’m about to be thrown in jail.”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“The only threat is you revealing that you secretly hate me.”

“Oh shoot… I wanted to hide that.”

You both laugh, and you feel yourself relax a little. You focus on Ben, and all seems better again.

“Alright, I have a few general questions I need to ask for the lie detector to work. So don’t lie just yet,” he adds with a wink, making your heart skip a beat.

Damn, you’ve been together for a while now, yet, he still makes you feel like a lovesick fool every single time…

“Is your name Y/N Y/L/N?”

“It is,” you nod.

“You played a character in Shadow and Bone, correct?”

“I did, yes.”

“Are you ready to take the lie detector test?”

“Not really. I’m a little nervous.”

You chuckle, but you keep fiddling with your sleeve nonetheless.

You’re surprised when Ben reaches across the table to give your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You look terrified,” he teases you.

“It’s intimidating! I can’t lie!”

“You never lie anyway, you hate it.”

“Sometimes I do lie.”

Ben suddenly wears an outrage face.

��Even to me?”

“Especially to you. You’re insufferable.”

He dramatically gasps, and you both laugh. You feel yourself relax a little more as Ben leans back in his chair, giving your hand one last squeeze before leaving your fingers.

You need to focus on him. It’s merely an interview, why are you so nervous in the first place?

The man on your right, who is looking at the results from the detector, tells you that the machine works perfectly. Ben can start asking you real questions now.

“Alright!” he gives a happy wiggle, clearly enjoying himself as he rubs his hands together. “Which of these are the most embarrassing…”

“Hey! Be nice! I’ll ask you questions too, after that! If you’re mean, I’ll choose the worst questions too!”

“It might be worth it.”

But he takes a couple more seconds to pick a question from the list, and you reckon he’s being kind. It’s nothing too embarrassing. Just a couple of general questions about your childhood, nothing to worry about.

You’re more relaxed now, and he notices it. Good, he can tease you a bit more then.

“You joined the cast of Shadow and Bone during the second season. Did you get along with your co-workers?”

“Yes, everyone was nice. I had a lot of fun.”

“Have you ever dreamt about the Grishaverse?”

“Yes. While we were filming, sometimes I’d dream about some scenes. And now as well, a little bit. Because we’re talking about it a lot in interviews and such.”

Ben nods at your answer, a dreamy smile on his lips as he takes you in. You look so beautiful today…

But he shakes himself out of his thoughts. He was the one claiming that the two of you ought to remain professional during this interview. He can’t catch himself thinking about kissing you like this…

He scans the list of questions again, more to distract himself from his urge to reach out and hold your hand and kiss your knuckles than anything else. But he explodes with laughter as he finds the perfect question.

He reckons you’re relaxed enough now for him to tease you a bit.

“Oh dear… what have you found now?” you ask, your voice cautious but an amused giggle bubbling on your tongue too.

He clears his throat, shakes the piece of paper with a flourish, his grin full of mischief.

“You have recently commented on the season finale. And especially, Patrick’s Gibson transformation…”

“Hmm…” you slowly nodded, waiting expectantly.

“You have pointed out that his appearance was… distracting.”

You both laughed at the phrasing.

“Yeah, I was a bit more direct than that, but that’s true.”

“Out of your castmates, which one do you think is the best-looking?”

You shake your head, feeling heat spread across your skin as you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

The little shit… He knows the answer is him. Of course it is, he’s the man you live with, the man you love, the man you join in bed every night.

You can read in his amused gaze that he’s waiting for your answer, that he’s waiting for you to say his name.

You won’t give it to him that easily. Lie detector be damn. He’s fishing for compliments and you won’t yield.

“Well… I can’t lie.”

“You can’t,” he shakes his head, struggling to hide a grin.

“Then… I have to be honest…”

“You do.”

“I think the most beautiful person of the cast is…”

He loves it… the way you’re struggling to keep a straight face, the way you look a little embarrassed and are fleeing his gaze… he loves it. You’re adorable like this.

But then you look up at him all of a sudden, and you’re the one grinning with mischief.

“… Lewis.”

His mouth falls open in shock, and you can’t refrain your laughter as you see him clenching his jaw.

That backfired alright…

He nods slowly, tapping the paper against the table.

“Fair enough,” he concedes. “Can’t compete with this guy.”

You’re still laughing, and think you’ve gotten away with it, when the man next to you frowns at the readings of the lie detector, and he lets out his conclusion in a cold voice.

“That was a lie.”

You and Ben exchange a glance, before both of you would explode with laughter.

“You’re so cruel!” Ben waves a finger at you.

“I tried! I tried! But then again, you were being mean with that question.”

“Mean? Me?”

“Obviously.”

“You still haven’t answered.”

“You know the answer.”

And you think that he’s going to drop it, because going on would reveal too much of your relationship, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, he leans a little over the table, tilting his head, a devilishly charming smile on his lips.

“Well, it’s still a nice thing to hear. Especially from such a beautiful woman.”

You’re quite taken aback at the obvious flirt in his tone. Not that it’s anything unusual between the two of you, but during an interview?

You bite on your lower lip as you smile, trying to hold back a cheeky remark, without a doubt; and he can’t control the way his heart swells with fondness and love at the sight.

God, he loves you so damn much…

And he knows he’s taking the game a little too far, that he’s fishing for compliments, but he can’t help it. Sometimes, he still struggles believing that you really think this of him… but you prove it one more time.

“You. I think you’re the most attractive member of the cast.”

The grin that’s plastered on his face and his proud, delighted little wiggle are worth your burning cheeks.

He turns to the camera.

“I’ve obviously paid her to say that.”

“He did,” you confirm.

But the lie detector expert chooses this moment to chime in again.

“It was the truth.”

Both you and Ben explode with laughter, just like everyone in the room.

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” Ben grins.

“When is it my turn to ask you questions so I can torture you?”

“Soon.”

“Good…”

“Actually, we’ve just run out of time. It was a pleasure to be here!”

“No! Ben! Absolutely not! I want to ask you shitty questions too!”

“Shitty questions? I’ve literally chosen the best ones. The last one was the only one teasing!”

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath, making him laugh fondly at you again.

“Okay, one last question, cause that’s a nice one,” Ben clears his throat, calming down again. “Do you think working on Shadow and Bone had a positive impact on your life?”

You think again of the first time you had met Ben for the script read-through. The way he smiled that day, all shy and charming. Your long afternoons spent learning your lines together, your evenings spent talking for hours while eating pizza, your sleepless nights as you told him everything about you, your first kiss in an empty street of Budapest…

And to that, you have to add all the friends you’ve made along the way…

You’re grinning as you answer.

“Yes, most definitely, yes. I’ve met amazing people on this project. I’m very lucky to be a part of it.”

You exchange one last smile with Ben, before the interviewer speaks up again.

It’s Ben’s time to answer questions, and you keep teasing him about it, as you browse through the list.

“So… which ones are the most embarrassing…?”

He rolls his eyes as his fingertips are being covered with wires.

“Very funny,” he replies, and with much maturity, sticks out his tongue at you, making you laugh.

But he does look quite uneasy as he sits down, although he’s still much calmer than you were.

“You’re alright?” you ask, your voice soothing now instead of teasing.

“It is quite uncomfortable to be plugged to this thing,” he admits. “It does feel… intimidating.”

“Right! I told you!”

“I swear, ma’am, I know nothing about the secret services.”

You laugh at that, shaking your head at his silly joke.

“Right, let’s begin!” you declare, as the journalist gives you a nod. “Your name is Ben Barnes.”

“It is.”

“You are British.”

“I am.”

“Are you ready to start the lie detector test?”

“I am. Fire away.”

“Confident!” you narrow your eyes at him. “Let’s find a terrible question to bring that cockiness down a notch…”

“Cocky?”

“Ha! Found one!” you ignore his protest. “Do you find an American accent sexier than a British accent?”

He frowns a little.

“No,” he answers truthfully, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

“Do you ever wish you could move back to the UK?”

“Yes, I do. My family lives there, and many of my friends too. It’s hard sometimes.”

“Do you prefer British or American snacks?”

“British.”

“Jaffa cakes?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“Obviously. And these… chocolate biscuits you have with your tea… delicious.”

You go through the list, ask him a few questions about his role, but they are all rather tamed, and by the end of the interview, you’re not satisfied with how much you’ve managed to tease him.

Until your eyes read through the last line.

Ask a question of your choice.

Oh yes…

“Alright, last question,” you say, struggling not to smile.

You’ve got ‘mischief’ written all over your features, and Ben narrows his eyes at you at the sight.

“Oh… I’m in trouble with this one…”

“I’m using the last one.”

“Which one is it?”

You turn the paper around so he can read the line, and he bursts into laughter.

“Oh… that’s bad! What are you going to ask me?”

You put the sheet of paper down, and lean over the table.

“Ben Barnes,” you speak in a low voice.

“Yes?” he answers with a nervous giggle.

“Remember that you cannot lie.”

“I remember.”

“Ben.”

“Yes?”

“Did you eat the last of my chocolate chips cookies yesterday?”

He laughs at that, but you can see him blushing hard.

“Oh… no… I’m in so much trouble now…” he winces.

“Because, yesterday, you denied it!”

“I did.”

“And the truth is…?”

He bites on his lip, but closes his eyes.

He can’t lie anyway because of this bloody machine…

“I ate the cookie,” he confesses.

“I KNEW IT!”

“I was very hungry,” he argues.

“I knew it was you!”

He laughs at that, shaking his head at you.

“If you didn’t eat it, who else could it be, darling?”

Your eyes widen at the pet name, and so do his. He glances over at the camera, blushing more than ever, red spreading over his skin all the way to the top of his ears.

He clears his throat, but his voice sounds deeper now.

“Anyway, I’m the culprit.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you answer.

Damn be the interview. When Ben smiles again, he’s more relaxed, the flush leaving his cheeks.

Damn be the interview…

“I’ll buy you some more tomorrow, I promise.”

“You’d better not forget!”

“I’ll make you forgive me.”

“Cocky, once again…”

But he shoots you a smug grin.

“Confident, that’s all.”

“I’m sure I’ll hear all about your plan to reach forgiveness soon.”

Someone starts to detach all the wires from Ben’s fingers, and you both assume that the camera is turned off and that you can act like your normal selves once more.

“What about flowers, my darling?” Ben asks softly, so as not to be overheard by too many people in the room. Only the technician who is taking care of the lie detector seems to hear him.

“Hmm… that’s a good start.”

“You ate the last of my jaffa cakes last time we came back from London, remember? And my mom had bought them for me!”

“For us, honey. Your mom bought them for us.”

He rolls his eyes at that, before heaving a sigh.

“You’re going to use that to decide what we’ll eat tonight, won’t you?”

You nod, excited all of a sudden, and Ben wishes he could be annoyed, but he fails miserably. Your smile is too bright for that, it gives him butterflies and a stuttering heart and he adores every second of it.

“Very well, then. You can pick whatever you want.”

“Yes!” you wiggle happily, standing up to leave the interview.

Little did you know that the camera was still rolling, the mics still recording. When you watch the interview a couple of weeks later, you both laugh uncontrollably. The comment section is on fire, and you spend the evening with Ben, lying on the couch together, laughing at all the crazy reactions to the interview.

You don’t mind. You don’t mind one bit, and neither does Ben, actually.

Although, you tease him about it for weeks.

“So much for being professional, huh?”

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Taglist : @sergeantbuckybarnes @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic

[goosewriting]

The turtles get walked in on by the reader as they were talking to April about how bad they got it for the for them, and theirs just an awkward silence from the April so the turtle slowly turns around to see the reader and April slowly leaves the two. Theirs a little awkward chat and the reader says to meet them up on a rooftop. Meanwhile the turtles freaking out wondering how they're gonna be let down. They meet on the roof and the turtle trys to explain themselves until the reader quickly stops them and holds their hands its a really cute confession for both of them thank you 💗💗 your writing is so good 😌👍🏾 I love everything that you made so far

Rooftops and confessions (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader overhears turtle talking to April about his crush on them.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey Donnie x GN reader

warnings: fluff!, first kisses (except Donnie), idiots in love

word count: 4.2k

A/N: as i was writing i noticed i went in some directions that i had gotten asks for! so i decided to combine a bunch :3 sorry that some are longer than others; I partially wrote this on a train lol thank you for the kind words, anons<3 i really hope you’ll like these; raph’s is my fave piece of him i’ve written so far :D for reasons, this takes place not long before the movie. enjoy >:’) 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You were happily skipping into the lair; it was movie night and you just returned from a successful snack hunt. Aside from everyone’s favourite candy and chips, you had also found a rare brand that you loved but didn’t find everywhere, so of course you bought as many as you could fit into your backpack. You couldn’t wait to see the boys’ reaction to it and hoped they’d love it as much as you did.

Upon entering the lair you made your way towards the kitchen, where you heard some voices. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but managed to catch the last part of the conversation.

“…this is getting out of hand, I think I’m actually gonna explode tonight”, one of the brothers spoke.

“Why don’t you just confess to Y/n already?” April retorted, slightly exasperated. 

“What? Look at me. They would never-“ His sentence ended abruptly as you walked through the open door. The enthusiasm in your step had you turning the corner and walking into the room with such speed that even if you had wanted to stop at the door when hearing those words, you wouldn't have been able to. 

The turtle stood a couple of steps away, April in front of him but facing away from you, so she hadn’t seen you enter. His eyes had gone big as dinner plates when he saw you, a blush starting to cover his whole face.

“They would never what? I’m sure they’re the least person to care ab-!” April wasn’t able to finish her sentence as the turtle hastily turned her around by the shoulders, so that she could finally see you.

“Y/n, you’re back!” April greeted you with a loud, somewhat forced laugh. Seeing that you had brought the food, she took everything you were carrying, and scurried off to the projector room, claiming she was gonna set it up. And just like that you two were left alone. 

“So, uh, how much did you hear?” the turtle asked after what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence. He wasn’t able to look you in the eye.

“Enough, I guess…” you answered, your brain going a thousand miles a minute.

Enough to figure out what’s going on and realising you feel the same as me, is what you meant.

Enough to be kinda grossed out by you, and I hope we never talk again, is what he understood.

Realising that if you didn’t solve this right now, the whole movie evening would be super awkward and weird, you decided you had to take the matter into your own hands. Averting your eyes to the side, you told him without an explanation to meet you on the roof of that one shop you usually go to (it’s just across the lair entrance and has a nice view from up top), and left. So now you were gone as well and the turtle was left alone in the kitchen with his mind running. He inhaled sharply, brought his hands to his face and groaned loudly. 

While the poor guy was mentally and emotionally preparing himself to be rejected by his favourite person in the world, you were hastingly making your way to the roof, trying to calm your erratic breathing and crazy heart, because you had actually been crushing on him so hard for some time now, too.

Once on the roof, you paced back and forth along the railing, replaying the conversation from before in your mind. On one side you couldn’t help the goofy smile spreading on your face because your crush liked you back, apparently. On the other hand you also heard him say “look at me” in a derogatory way. Did he really think you didn’t find him physically attractive because he was a mutant? 

Just as you were trying to find the best way to word your feelings, you heard the ladder clattering behind you under the weight of a certain turtle. 

🔵 Leo

Leo approached you with some sort of sad determination. He was barely able to keep his smug façade, and it kinda broke your heart. You’d have to clear things up as quickly as possible.

“So… what’s up?” Leo asked with a nod. He stood a couple of steps away from you, so as to not get into your space, and crossed his arms in front of his chest in a defensive manner.

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Leo” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Leo grimaced and sighed, deflating a little. He turned to the side, holding onto the railing with both hands. You mirrored him, so now you both stood facing the bustling city. After some moments of just looking at nothing, he spoke.

“April was telling me to ask you out. I’ve actually liked you for a while now. Like, a lot.” He stole a quick glance at you to gauge your reaction. “But it’s obvious you’d never be interested in a mutant turtle, so I understand if you don’t wanna hang out anymore or something.” The last part he said with a bit of a bite to his voice. Probably not directed at you, but at himself.

“Ah, but you see, Leonardo, that’s where you’re wrong” you said, closing the distance to stand right next to him. Gently you pulled on his arm to turn him so you were facing each other. The gesture and the use of his full name had him all kinds of confused, but he didn’t dare to pull away.

“Before coming to such conclusions you should have consulted with me first, you know. For the record, I like what I see” you added, giving him a quick once-over, referring to him being a mutant. As your words started weighing in on him, Leo’s eyes grew bigger and bigger, an adorable blush adorning his cheeks. He eagerly awaited for you to continue, but you were actually waiting for him to say the magic words, so you guessed he needed just a little bit more encouragement. “I don’t want to take the chance from you because I just know that if I do, you’ll never let me live it down. So, go ahead Leo. Ask me.” you told him. In a rush of adrenaline and boldness, you moved down your hand, which was still on his arm, and took his hand in yours. You could have sworn you saw his breath hitch.

Leo’s last brain cell had exited the chat the moment you had touched his arm, so while he knew what you wanted from him, and he damn well also wanted it himself, he was unable to produce a sound. You patiently waited, slightly amused at how you could see the figurative gears in his head turning at ungodly speeds, and smiled at him expectantly. 

The lights of the city reflected on your skin, enveloping your figure in an almost surreal aura in Leo’s eyes, and his other hand came up to cup your face. You flinched slightly in surprise, but were quick to lean into his touch to reassure him. You were so beautiful, smart, generous. How in the world did he end up here like this with you? 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked instead, his insecurities suddenly getting the best of him.

“What do you mean?” you retorted, slightly confused. Had you misunderstood him?

“Well, I know I can be a lot. And honestly you’re way out of my league” Leo said with a sad smile. “I’m moody and get distracted easily, always make a game out of everything. You deserve better…” He started withdrawing his hand from your cheek, but you grabbed onto his wrist and held it in place, also giving his other hand a squeeze.

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” you said with furrowed brows, and started rambling, unable to stop yourself, trying to get through that thick skull of his. “I’d like to think that by now I know you, Leo. And I know you can be cocky and impulsive and kind of a flirt. But I also know just as well how big of a heart you have; you’d probably sacrifice yourself for someone else without a second thought. I know how funny and laidback you can be, but you know how to be serious as well when it matters.” You removed your hand from his wrist and placed it on his chest, looking at him with almost pleading eyes. “I like your voice, your stripes, your corny pick-up lines. I like all of you Leo, in and out, and I want it all for myself.”

Leo just stood there, looking at you in awe and disbelief. Is that really how you felt about him? And all this time he had held back from making a move. With a smile and a light scoff, he just kept looking at you, memorising every detail of your face, glowing in the city lights. 

Since he still wasn’t responding, you gave him a light push. 

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging here…” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks as you had just confessed all of that to him. Leo savoured the moment just a little more, then decided he had made you wait long enough. 

“If that’s really how you feel, then will you go out with me?” he finally asked. Your eager ‘Finally! Yes!’, combined with your words from before, filled up his ego again; it was now bursting. Giving you his signature cocky smirk, his body language changed completely. Letting go of your hand, he grabbed onto your waist instead and pulled you closer. The hand on your cheek ended up at the back of your head, in your hair. The soft look in his gaze shifted, now looking at you hungrily.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now” Leo whispered, and you felt your body go up in flames.

“Do it, coward” you further provoked him. 

Leo dipped his head, capturing your lips in his. The first kiss was chaste but lingering and full of longing. He pulled back ever so slightly and went back in again, this time slanting his mouth for a better angle and deepening the kiss. He pulled you impossibly closer against him and your hands wandered up from his chest to his neck, as you held his face. 

Let’s just say movie night was long forgotten as you two finally were able to show each other how much you both had waited for this moment. 

🔴 Raph

Raph approached you the way big or tall people walk when they’re trying to make themselves smaller, which made your chest tighten in pain. Your feelings for this turtle were astronomical, he should be walking with his head held high and chest puffed out. Just you wait until I tell you, you thought, already knowing you’d very much enjoy the facial expressions you were about to witness.

There were a couple of big wooden crates on the roof, and you gestured for him to sit on one. You took a seat across from him, cross-legged, trying to seem relaxed so he’d be more at ease, and not like you were scared of him or something. 

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Raph” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Raph gave a dry chuckle, daring to look at you as if to see if you were serious. Seeing that you were earnestly waiting for his response, he hung his head low in embarrassment.

“I was gonna say you would never date someone who looks like… this” Raph said, gesturing to himself with one hand, before resting his arm on his knee again. “April was telling me to ask you out, but I knew there’s zero chance you’d agree, so… I wanted to save us both the hassle of going through that.”

“Raph” you called his name, and waited for him to lift his head to meet your eyes. To his surprise, you were not looking at him in disgust, but with pure adoration.

“All of this”, you said, gesturing to him like he did before, “Mwah!” You made a chef’s kiss gesture, bringing your fingers together to your lips, then opening your hand. “And the person and soul behind it? Even more so.”

Raph blinked once, twice. No response. You smiled. 

“What I’m trying to say, Raph, is April was right. You should have asked me out, while you could.”

This confused Raph even more. While he could? Was it too late now? Was there… someone else?

Deciding that you had tortured this poor boy enough, you shook your head slightly in amusement, smiling to yourself. You got off the crate, coming to stand in front of Raph. With him sitting, you were now on eye-level. You brought your hands up to gingerly hold his face and brushed over his cheekbones with your thumbs. You saw him straighten up and inhale sharply, as his cheeks turned darker and darker, his eyes unable to look away from yours.

“I like you too, you green, spiky doofus” you confessed. “So now, I am asking you: will you be my boyfriend?”

The turtle was completely frozen where he sat, not moving a single muscle. After a few seconds of silence, you squished his cheeks a little.

“Raph, I want you to be my boyfriend. …Are you gonna make me beg?” Still no response. Now you had done it, Raph.exe had stopped working entirely. Letting go of his face, you took a step back and turned to leave. “Too bad; had you said yes, you would have gotten a kiss…”

“W-Wait!” he yelled, and grabbed your waist, pulling you back towards him. As he finally snapped back to reality, he underestimated the force of his action, and instead of just turning you around to face him again, he fully pulled you towards him, so that you were now standing between his legs, chests almost touching. This caught you by surprise as well and you held onto his shoulders for balance. Now your blush was rivalling his.

“That’s not fair; I wanted to be the one to ask!” Raph protested with a laugh. “You know I want to say yes, but… Are you sure? I’m not exactly easy on the eyes.” His gaze started shifting away from yours, so you once again held his face, this time with more confidence, and made him look at you. 

“Is your skull as thick as your shell?” You asked rhetorically, not in a scolding tone but more in a playful manner. “Listen carefully, Rapahel, and dutifully absorb this information into your brain: You are as handsome as you are green. I like how you care about your brothers, how you always protect everyone and lead responsibly. I like how selfless you are. I like that you can take a joke, but that you know how to take things seriously. I like how you can both be tender and gentle, as well as strong and unbreakable. I feel safe and acknowledged around you. The fact that this amazing person before me came in the body of a giant turtle is just the cherry on top of everything else.”

Raph was completely speechless. He had hung onto every word, and you saw his eyes starting to gloss over. You had just poured out your entire heart to him, and he needed you to know that he felt the same way about you. Even so he was unable to come up with a response on the spot that could come even close to what you had just said, and he started racking his brain for something, anything.

You didn’t take his silence as something negative. Heck, if someone just dumped all of this on you out of nowhere, you’d also be at a loss for words. He needed to process it. Even though you knew this, you couldn’t resist any longer.

“To sum it up: I see you, Raph” you added, and started getting closer. “And I like what I see.”

With that you closed the distance between the two with a kiss. For a second he didn’t react, then you felt his shoulders slump as he sighed into the kiss, tilting his head to the side and fully wrapping his arms around you.

When you finally broke for air, you couldn’t help but pepper him with little kisses on his jaw, the corner of his mouth and the tip of his snout, which made him giggle. For a moment you just stood there looking at each other, taking in everything that had just happened. 

“For the record, I do want to be your boyfriend” he finally said with a laugh, realising he hadn’t actually given you a proper answer.

“Well, after all that, I’d sure hope so!” you replied with a laugh of your own.

🟠 Mikey

Mikey got up to the roof with a million thoughts. He had no idea how to approach this, how to approach you.

“Hey, what’s up?” he greeted you and cringed at how forcefully peppy he sounded, given the conversation from before. You went to sit on the old bench that was on the roof, and he joined you.

You brought up one arm to rest on the back of the bench and bent your knees, bringing up your legs onto the bench as well, tucking them under your butt, so you sat sideways facing him.

Looking at him for a second and noticing how nervous he looked, you decided to get to the point.

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Mikey” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Mikey leaned back on the bench and sighed. If you had already heard that much, he might as well come clean. He didn’t like hiding stuff from you anyways, and you’d have discovered his feelings sooner or later anyways. He just didn’t want it to be like this.

“I was gonna say that you’d never be interested in someone like me” he finally says, and looks out to the nocturnal cityscape. “I really didn’t want you to find out like this, but I really like you. I have for a while now.”

You were about to interrupt him to say something, but he held out a hand to stop you, silently asking for you to let him finish first, so you waited.

“And I don’t expect an answer from you; it’d be unfair to put you on the spot like this. I really like like you, but I also like having you as a friend, and I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

You waited for a couple more seconds, and seeing that he seemed done with what he wanted to say, you finally spoke as well.

“But what if I want to ruin what we have?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, unsure if he should be hurt by what you said.

“You’re my best friend in the whole world, Mikey, and that will never ever change. But sometimes I do wish we were something more…”

“Huh” was all he could say, trying to not get ahead of himself and get all excited, in case this wasn’t headed the way he thought it was. 

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, suddenly becoming self-conscious and flustered, avoiding his eyes.

“I haven’t really been keeping track of it, but sure has been while now” he replied with a sheepish smile.

“Well, that’s a shame, because it’s been the same for me” you chuckled. “Guess we could have had this conversation a while ago. Good thing I caught you talking to April, huh?”

“So… you’re saying you like like me too?” Mikey asked and reached out for your hand.

“I do” you said and met him halfway, giving his hand a squeeze. 

You two just sat there for a while, holding hands, a blush on both your faces. After some minutes of nervous glances and some giggles, you stood up, pulling him with you.

“Now that that’s taken care of, I think we should head back” you said and pointed to the ladder with your chin. “They’ll start movie night without us otherwise and eat all the snacks I oh so carefully picked out.”

“Wait” Mikey said and pulled on your hand, turning you back around to face him. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do forever.”

You didn’t have time to ask what he meant, as he was already closing the distance between you two and planted a chaste but firm kiss on your lips. It was over just as quickly as it started, and while you stood there with a furious blush and a dazed look, he smiled sweetly at you.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be doing that more often” he commented, winked at you, and then pulled you along to the ladder. “Last one back home is a rotten egg!”

🟣 Donnie

Donnie slowly approached you, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and his arms crossed over his chest protectively. 

You leaned back against the railing, waiting for him to join you. As he finally arrived, he stood next to you, facing the cityscape below you. You guessed it would be more comfortable for him to stand like this, facing in opposite directions as you talked, or he’d think you’re confronting or scolding him.

“Thanks for coming, Donnie. You know, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You gave him a quick glance from the side, trying to sound the most genuine and non-judging you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

For a second, Donnie considered brushing the whole thing off as a joke between him and April, or telling you that you had misheard him. Chewing on his bottom lip, he quickly stole a glance at you; you were looking ahead of you, the faintest of blushes dusting your cheeks, patiently waiting for a response. 

He sighed, deciding against dismissing your question; it wouldn’t be fair to you. And it was beneath him to gaslight you. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also didn’t want to be hurt by you. 

“Before I answer that, may I ask a question instead?” he asked.

“Sure” you said.

“Hypothetically speaking, if one of us were to ask you out, would there be a chance of you accepting? Solely regarding our physical appearance.”

“Yes, hypothetically” you answered. “But it would depend on who’s asking; looks aren’t the deciding factor.”

“What if, hypothetically, it was me?”

“Ask for real and find out” you said and finally turned around to face him. He slowly turned as well, his heart pounding in his chest; it was now or never. You smiled at him encouragingly, and he took a deep breath. 

“First of all: I like what we have now and I don’t want to lose it” he started, avoiding your eyes. “But for a while now I realised that my feelings for you have… changed. I want to be more than friends, Y/n.” 

Finally he met your gaze, and your heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in his eyes.

“Are you hypothetically asking me out, Donatello?” you asked him with a coy smile.

“I am asking you out for real” he stated and shyly took your hands in his. “So, what do you say?”

“I’d love to, Donnie. I’ve liked you for a while now as well, for real.”

His entire body relaxed at your words and a soft smile spread on his face, as he took a moment to process this.

“This is all new to me” he said suddenly. “All I know is you’re important to me, and I don’t want to lose you. Please… be patient with me.”

“There’s no rush” you said, and brought one hand up to gently stroke over his cheek with your knuckles. “We’ll figure it out together. Just talk to me, okay?” He nodded.

“Should we head back?” you asked after a while.

“Yeah” he said and you both turned to leave, but he didn’t let go of your hand as you walked. “I saw you brought some new snacks, can’t wait to try those.”

You hummed in agreement, still in disbelief of what just happened. Despite how much you had been looking forward to them, you weren’t sure how many snacks you’d be able to eat, with all the butterflies fluttering in your belly right now.

~~~~~

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[tanuki-kimono]

Hello! I love your blog bc it helps me a lot with writing and crafting. Thank you so much for making it!

Are there any patterns that deal with poison? Either in the pattern or in the dyeing process?

Even if there's not I'm glad you and this blog exist 💗

(anon continues) Poison in the dyeing process, like when green dresses were dyed with copper arsenite and it was extremely deadly.

Or a pattern of someone being poisoned, like a historical/folktale.

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Thank you for your kind words <3 I tried to keep things organized but the subject is huge so my of the top of my head answer is going in many directions. I hope you'll still find what you need :3

I'll briefly cover here dyes and (pigments), poison motifs, real life and supernatural poisonings. Buckle up we've got a long post ahead!

____ ABOUT DYE

Tbh I had to think for a moment because I don't recall major "poison" stories linked to dyes in Japan, be it fictionous or real (yet that doesn't mean none ever happened, especially considering Japan's history of industrial poisonings...).

Most gruesome details in the fabric industries I know of are about the horrific life & work conditions of female laborers in spinning mill manufactures (as in many countries, Japan industrialization process was ghastly...).

If potters and dyers had excellent practical knowledge, chemistry as a science officially started kind of late in Japan as it was not a local interest, and as rangaku (study of Western knowledge) often favored other subjects like medicine or warfare.

So, until the introduction of aniline dyes (not textile related, but this article about the use of synthetic dyes in ukiyoe printing is super interesting), Japanese worked with "natural" dyes, like ai (indigo) which was the most used during Edo period.

As with any ingredient, being natural doesn't equal safety. Some mixtures could be quite potent/foul, and process could be dangerous. Plants and minerals base ingredients could be toxic (cinnabar and orpiments were then used as paint pigments, and lead could be found in make up), as were mordants used to set colors.

If you want to easily overview which ingredients were used to create colors, I recommand browsing [Irocore] which presents colors with explanation in English in their database (pick a color then scroll down).

Not related to poison, but ai (indigo) is traditionally prepared in aigame/enormous floor set jars I find utterly terrifying:

I don't know if this tidbit can help you, but some dyes and mordants actually damage the fabric overtime, leaving them brittle (silk desintegrates after a while which is a huge issue in textile conservation).

____ POISON MOTIFS

Concerning "poison" themed patterns, none would be actually used traditionally on a kimono or an obi beside novelty items ^^;

For example, many plants can be toxic, but I don't see them set as pattern for this property - they'd rather refer to a poem, be a symbol of the passing of seasons etc. Fuji (wisteria) can be quite harmful, yet it's a beloved traditional motif in Japan.

You have much more chances to find pattern with kujaku (peacock) which are thought to be impervious to poison in Buddhism, than say venomous mukade (centipede) or the horrific ômukade (a youkai I covered in a folktale).

Snakes like the habu and mamushi are dangerous, but if used as pattern snakes are most often auspicious and linked to rain dragons or goddess Benzaiten.

If you squint hard, toxic fugu could count as poison pattern, but such a seasonal delicacy as a motif would mostly underline wealth (as those fishes are pretty expensive as they are prepared by specialized chefs), a kind of carpe diem spirit, or just a fun pattern because fugu balloon shape is cute ;)

____ POISON MURDERS

Poisoning was certainly a thing is Japan since ancient times (see kodoku sorcery). Poisons were for example used in some fishing techniques.

I am pretty sure some kuge and buke were disposed of this way - even thought poison was seen as a coward weapon (hence why its supposed to be only used by shinobi/ninja - even if this "fact" is opened to a lot of discussions!).

During Edo period, such murders made up the news and penny dreadful-like illustrated books favored by city dwellers in need of a fright. But those stories didn't pass to posterity beside cheap ukiyoe plates, and were never as popular as some shinjû (double suicides) or ghost revenges like poor poisoned and murdered Oiwa's:

____ SUPERNATURAL POISONINGS

If your poison is both physical and metaphorical illbeing, mushi could be your guys ^^ This term actually covers everything small and crawling, from real worms and insects, to anything inside one's body causing distress - be it a parasite, an unknown illness, an overboard emotion, a curse etc. If you've read/seen Mushishi you've got what I mean:

In fact any illness-causing being could count as poison-bringer. Hôsôkami (smallpox demon) was truly feared by all before vaccination was introduced in Japan.

Finally, continuing the supernatural poisoning trail, best girl is probably legendary fox witch Tamamo no Mae who among other terrible deeds made emperor Konoe fall sick with poisonous miasma (some version of the story attributes the disease to another monster, the nue). I covered a similar murderous kitsune folktale here.

[okkalo]

helloo kalo 👋 wanted to say i rlly love ur works, they make me smile a lot!! i think u write ur characters super well and accurate💗

i was wondering if u could write a short barou drabble 🙏 smth domestic? super fluffy, maybe reader seeing him w his hair down for the first time?? feel free to turn down this req if u wish, no worries 🫶

anon u have me blushing omg 🤭🤭 thank u so much for the kind words omg 🫶🫶 im glad my writing makes u happy hehe anyways thank u for the request and i hope you have a good day/night!!

i’m not a barou fan (it’s a love-hate situation) but my god this request is so cute jdejdj

character: barou

hair reveal!

it was the first time you decided to stay at barou’s place. little did you know it would also be your first time to see his hair down. he was currently finishing his shower, you on your phone as you sat on his bed. the door to the bathroom suddenly opened, revealing your boyfriend in the flesh.

with his hair down. your jaw dropped, meanwhile he was nonchalantly strutting out of the bathroom and onto his bed. he only noticed your expression once he sat down, giving you his famous knitted brows.

“what?” he asked, eyes scanning your face to maybe get a hint. you shot up, hands darting to his hair.

“barou, your hair!” you occupied your hands with his surprisingly soft hair, thumb gliding over the strands like silk. as much as he wanted to come up with a snarky reply, he couldn’t. he was at a loss for words with your sudden actions. the best he could do is slap your hands away, a glare making it’s way on to his face. you don’t bring up the light pink dusting his ears.

“what about it? it’s still the same,” he finally huffed out. your small pout made him regret his actions, though he would never show it. instead, he just looked away, trying to avoid your saddened stare.

“yeah, but now it doesn’t look like a mountain. you’re hair is so soft too…let me touch it, please?” you gave a plead, hand making it’s way to his cheek to rub. you were also sure to bring your lips to his other cheek, hoping to win him with your appeal. you knew you did once his ears went bright red.

he stayed silent, not wanting to verbally give in to someone else. his eyes stayed glued to the ceiling as well, avoiding you all together. you sighed at his stubbornness.

“y’know, i think you look really good like this,” you whispered, hand falling from his cheek to his chest to draw little shapes. if you couldn’t win him with appeal, why not try compliments?

it took him a few seconds to finally let his eyes fall to you, still narrowed. “i don’t need someone to tell me i look good,” he gruffed, secretly relishing in your touch on his chest. he loved when you touched him there.

“i know, just thought i’d tell ya,” you shrugged, smiling at the sight of his eyebrows relaxing into their normal form.

there was a moment of silence before he muttered a, “go on then.” it was so silent you could easily miss it, thankfully you didn’t though. his tinted ears came back at the sight of your excited smile.

maybe he wasn’t that against having you play with his hair. or even give him compliments. he requires a compliment every time you want to touch his hair, however.

unedited thanks for reading!

[laurentidal]

You're a really good writer, and your stories are so hot.

What's your writing process? How do you find your ideas, how many drafts do you do, and do you have your own metric for whether or not a story is good enough to publish?

Do you ever talk with other writers on here about your stories? I know there used to be a bit more of a community back in the day where blogs would talk to each other and share ideas, but I don't know if that part of the culture still exists.

Have you ever given feedback for other writers, or asked for feedback on your work?

Do you ever write about topics or kinks that you aren't as familiar with? If so, how do you approach this?

Love your blog!

I love fan mail! 💗💗💗

Okay these are all great questions I will take one at a time!

As far as my process, the image typically comes first. As I scroll I save any pictures I think have the potential to tell a story. I'll usually do a quick draft then let it sit a day and re-read it to see if I can find any errors. I rarely change the structure of it after its written. At least these little ones. That being said, I'm a dreadful proofreader as I'm sure many of you have noticed.

My metrics on publication are basically, "Is it done?" and "Is it long enough?" I'm on an every-other-day publication schedule that means I can't be as picky as maybe I should. However, I'm also quite vain and need all my word to see the light of day. 😉

I talk with a few other writers frequently! We bemoan and curse our blockages and lack of motivation.

I have given feedback on I think two stories? Maybe three? It's definitely something I do! I don't think I've asked for feedback on any of my stories. Maybe I should!

Lastly, I don't often write about things I'm not familiar with. Experience in several aspects of life has taught me several valuable lessons, one of the most important of which is:

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

In other words, if you don't know what you're talking about, shut up until you do. There's nothing wrong with writing about something new. It's how you grow as a writer. But be sure you put in the time to understand it before you open your mouth.

Thank you for the super kind message. It really brightened a cloudy day week. I hope you keep reading, and I hope I continue to live up to your expectations, anon.

[sunstone-smiles]

1st I absolutely love you! You're one of my favorite writers here on Tumblr

2nd can I request Miya and Mia's TickleTober2023 day 7 (playtime) with Lee!Hop, Switch!Leon, and Ler!Raihan? I love those three soooo much and their dynamic is beautiful

-🌈

The Tickle Tax

Author’s note: Aww!!! That’s super sweet to hear, Rainbow anon! Thank you for the compliment! 💗 I hope you enjoy Day 7 of Tickletober: Playtime! (From Miya and Mia’s Tickletober list!)

Series: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Characters: Hop, Leon, and Raihan

Word count: 987

Summary: Hop, Leon, and Raihan are all playing a board game until a new game ensues after an unwritten rule is created. 

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Sitting on Hop’s bedroom floor, Leon rubs his hands together as two square dice twist in between his palms.

“Come on…” Leon shakes his cupped hands. The dice click as they jumble together. “Give me a lucky seven!”

Leon tosses the dice underhand and they roll onto the game board. One die shows a six and the other…a two. “Oof, eight spaces.” 

Despite not getting the roll he wanted, Leon moves his miniature charizard game piece eight spaces from where it was standing. Eight spaces later, the charizard is placed on a spot with a blue building. “Landed on the pokemart space,” Leon announces.

“Yes!” Hop cheers and tosses his hands in the air, “That’s my property space.” Hop holds out his palm and curls his fingers towards him like a lever, “Pay up, Lee.”

“What?” the other brother chuckles and leans his elbows on his criss-crossed legs. “I’ve landed on your property spaces five times in a row now. Are you sure you’re not rigging the game?” Leon gives Hop a poke.

Hop giggles and shoos him away. “Hehe! I’m not! I swear!”

“I don’t know, Hop,” Raihan interjects with a smile, “Five times in a row is a bit much to consider coincidence, no?”

“Yeah, what kind of game are you trying to pull here?” Leon teases.

“None!” Hop insists and holds his hands up to prove his point, “I’m playing fair and square! Honest!”

“Alright then,” Leon sits up straight, “I’ll pay the tax.” He peers at Hop from the corner of his eye with a sneaky peak. “But I’ll pay a different tax with a different currency.”

“A different tax?” Hop tilts his head to the side. He wasn’t aware this board game has multiple currencies or taxes to choose from.

“Yep,” Leon pauses to turn his way so his sneaky gaze is in full view. “A tickle tax!” Leon says and darts his hands towards Hop to tickle his little brother. The young trainer erupts into giggles and snatches at the champion’s wrists. 

“Hehehey! Leehehehehehe!” Hop squeaks with bubbly laughter. He leans back and topples to the carpet, flailing his limbs while he wriggles in an attempt to escape the silly roughhousing of his brother's plan that has interrupted the playtime of their board game.

“Hold still, Hop! I’ve got to pay the tickle tax in full! Don’t want to be in debt.” Leon looks over his shoulder to his friend, “Raihan, a hand here?”

“You’ve got it,” Raihan gives a toothy smile and rushes behind Hop. The dragon type gym leader easily grabs the boy from under his flailing arms to tickle him there, while Leon has free range his torso. Hop squeezes his arms to his sides and squeals with laughter.

“Wahahait! Wahahait! Wahahait!” Hop puts his palms in front of him to signal for a chance to speak. Leon and Raihan stop wiggling their fingers, yet still keep them in place to hover over Hop.

“Yes, Hop?” Leon asks with a smile.

Hop takes a moment to control his giggles so he can talk clearly. “Wouldn’t the tickle tax have to be paid by the one that landed on the spot?” Hop looks up at his brother.

Leon’s eyes expand in surprise. Raihan glances at Leon. Leon glances at Raihan and then back to Hop. 

“W-Well, that's,” Leon stutters. His words become ones of panic. “That’s a very good point that I did not think about—” he leans back a little as Raihan stares him down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’re still in debt, Leon,” the dragon type trainer grins. He gently releases Hop and slowly starts approaching Leon, making the champion scoot back.

“N-No! Raihan!” Leon giggles and puts out a defensive hand, but his efforts are in vain as Raihan dives at Leon, tackling him to the floor, and starts clawing into the champion’s ribs. Instantaneously, Leon yelps and breaks into laughter as he gets a taste of his own medicine. He shoves and tries to wrestle Raihan’s hands away in a desperate attempt to flee, but Raihan clearly has the leverage against the champion.

“Raihahahahahan!” Leon throws his head back with laughter, his purple hair becoming flattened underneath him like a backdrop. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” 

“Hey, don’t get mad with me,” Raihan says, “I’m just the banker trying to collect debt. Right, Hop?” He looks towards the younger trainer.

Hop sits back on his arms as he watches the delivery of his brother’s payback. He has a bright smile and nods, “Right, Raihan!”

“Unless, of course, you want to pay the original fine in its intended way?” the dragon trainer mentions to the giggling champion. He adds on to the ‘persuasion’ by scratching a clawed hand at Leon’s tummy, causing his friend to kick out his legs with a jolt.

“Okahahahay!” Leon playfully yells through his laughter. “Fihihihine! I’ll pahahahay it! Nohohow get off mehehehe!” the champion surrenders.

As requested, Raihan halts his debt collecting strategy, then moves back to his original spot around the gameboard. Leon sits himself up, his body nearly limp with exhaustion. Once he takes a moment to regain his bearings, Leon checks his pile of multicolored board game money and hands Hop a beige pokedollar bill with a value of one hundred.

Hop happily takes the false money, “Thank you. A pleasure doing business with you.” He places the bill in his own stack.

Leon chuckles. “Alright, who’s turn is it now?”

“Mine,” Raihan says. He looks up as his two competitors. “And don’t you even think about using the tickle tax on me. I’ll just get you back,” Raihan ends his sentence with a fanged grin to show that there's truth to his statement.

Leon and Hop laugh in understanding. They then return to where they left off in their board game, giggling and making lighthearted banter with each other as they play on the floor of Hop’s bedroom.

[thehighladywrites]

How would the acotar boys react and comfort a asexual reader?

acotar men x asexual reader

summary: you’re asexual, how do the acotar men react?

warnings: mentions of violence

amara’s note: thank you for the request anon, i hope you like it💗💗

Rhysand, Lucien

They understand perfectly well

Are proud that you told them and it honestly just prompts them to spoil you even more, to be more romantic

They understand that sex isn’t something everyone desires or want, especially after what they went through Under The Mountain.

Will fight ANYONE who says anything about it

They just focus on the other parts of your relationship bc they’re not animals who are only in it for the sex

They let you take control and if they do something that accidentally crosses your limits, they make mental notes of not ever doing it again unless you initiate it

They act like they always have, just with new guidelines

Your love hasn’t changed or decreased in any way

Cassian:

We all know this guy is very handsy and touchy, bro exudes sexual energy

He notices how you look kind of apprehensive and back off when he initiates something that will 100% lead to sex

I feel like he would be a bit conflicted when you tell him bc he views sex as something intimate and super casual, something he enjoys doing.

But he doesn’t like sex nearly as much as he loves you so he researches more about it and adjusts

You sit down with him and explain your feelings

He asks if he can kiss you, touch you, hug you, where your limit is and you explain where you draw the line

He realizes that he can’t joke and tease like he usually does bc his words and smooth actions bring women to bed with him

He doesn’t mention it because he doesn’t want you feeling conflicted or upset so he tones the secual jokes and innuendos down

If he ever feels turned on or something, he’ll jerk off privately bc he can’t imagine ever making you uncomfortable so he does it unnoticeable

He also picks up a new hobby with you to fill the space where he usually fucks

Whatever hobby you guys pick up, get becomes an expert in, literally anything

Azriel, Eris:

In my head, sex isn’t life or death for them, they manage without and it doesn’t affect them

They are very busy anyways

When you tell them that you’re ace, it makes no difference, only makes them more romantically charged instead of sexually charged.

They understand and recognize that a relationship is beyond sex.

There is love, care, banter and a lot of feelings involved

if anyone even ATTEMPTS to say something about it, they will most likely die or get seriously injured

Seriously, they don’t play when it comes to defending their love

🏷️ tags: @infinityfandoms @amygdtjhddzvb

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Fic Writer Interview! 💗

tagged by: @beensinning (this was so fun!! thanks for the tag, sinn <333)

How many works do you have on AO3?

altogether, I have 33 works… but 21 of them are actually available on my ao3 page, whereas my 12 F1 fics are on anon 😅

What's your total AO3 word count?

351,826 — more than I expected, but also less than what I was expecting out of 33 works. tbf I write more one-shots than I do actual long fics

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

closer I get, can you resist? (1,857)

[redacted] (1,206)

[redacted] (1,100)

darlin’, I will give up everything (828)

[redacted] (819)

redacted fics are for my old fandom (icemav, if you will)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I reallllllly try to. if I don't respond right away, I usually do it sooner or later. on long fics, I tend to reply if I get them instantly when I update or I try to respond right before I upload a new chapter. I super love reading comments and interacting with them because a lot of great ideas form in the comments and a lot of my willpower to write comes from praise lmao. so I figure why not get back to the people taking their time to let me know I've done a good job?

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

okayyyyy, the angstiest ending I've ever written is between can you see right through me? or from my 2020-2021 fandom (the magicians) — hard choice fr but my Daniel/Charles (endgame lestappen) is pretty damn angsty

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

another old fandom fic (top gun). it ended in a marriage proposal (I let @beensinning read this one hehe)

Do you write crossovers?

I'm with @beensinning. do AUs count? bc my bridgerton fic is basically a fusion, but also not? or does it only count as a crossover when other people in the fandom appear? if I'm talking nonsense, just ignore me lmao

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yesssssss. i once had someone comment and say I had several spelling mistakes — come to find out its bc I was using the American-spelling of English words (I am American oops), but when I asked what spelling errors I had, they came back and corrected my grammar bc they were wrong about my spelling so they had to find something else wrong 😭

also in a lestappen fic (I can take the upper hand and touch your body), I was just playing with a different narrative basically (bc it's fanfic… reminder. FICTION. a place where you can change the narrative to fit your story) & someone started hating on Max in my comments bc I made Charles the “bad guy”. I didn't. I just made him emotional bc of the Spain GP weekend. aka clipping lando, the reprimand, max and Lando gossiping in front of cameras. I just changed the narrative to fit where Charles’ mind was at. instead of the slight collision between Lando and Charles being an accident, I made it where it was hinted he just saw red and then yea. anywayssss, I do not condone hating one or the other. end of story. how do you find enjoyment reading a ship when you hate one of them??? I don't get it.

also I'm pretty sure this comment didn't mean any harm, but in my bridgerton fic (darlin’, I will give up everything) where omegas wear dresses bc I'm playing with the inherrant sexism in women and omegas while also aiding in my feminization kink, someone asked why I couldn't just put Charles in his baggy jeans… lol anyway, it made me mad so I'm counting it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

oh boy, do I ever. I will write just about any kind of smut unless I don't find a certain kink enjoyable, but I also don't yuck other people’s yums 🤷🏼‍♀️ my fav smut is def breeding kink and feminization kink if y'all couldn't tell though 😌

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of? I think I would actually have an anxiety attack over that if it happened though lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have had someone ask, but I do not think they ever went through with it? I never got a message/comment back or a ‘inspired by’ notif on ao3 so I just assumed it never happened

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but I love bouncing ideas off of other people. usually, if someone has really inspired me, I always gift them the fic on ao3 because it's my present to them to bring alive some of their ideas 🥹

What's your all-time favourite ship?

my otp is icemav (missing my old fandom heavy lately), BUT lestappen are becoming my will tomkive so there's that. which is sooooo funny to me bc I came into this fandom liking piarles more… which I still love them, but lestappen have taken over my brainrot

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

its a longfic for my old fandom and I severely hate that I never finished it bc so many people loved it… I got burnt out so bad and had to take a step back. I just don't know if I will ever come back to it, but I would love to finish it if I ever get the urge to. maybe one day 😔

What are your writing strengths?

I answered this recently in an ask, I think? it was character building and how they interact with other characters. I feel I’m really good at showing how people react to others and conveying their moods.

What are your writing weaknesses?

commas. I suck at knowing where commas go 😭 this is why I tag ‘grammarly is my best friend’ in fics bc it IS. it is so dear to me.

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

I'm a native English speaker so I can't speak for people who speak other languages, but I don't mind reading it. on the other hand, I do write it, but I try not to write full conversations and instead just add a word here or there 😭 I know some French because I took it for 2 years but a lot of it is rapidly fading from my mind so I know next to nothing atp. forgive me everyone if I'm butchering things in my fics 😔

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

one direction back in 2012 (I was 12) 😎 I was writing one direction x OFC LMAO

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

oh god um??? I guess I'd like to write a sebchal or choscar fic one of these days 👀

What's your favourite fic you've written?

hands down, closer I get, can you resist? I love it sm. I've put sm of my soul into that fic that it feels like my child. it was the first fic I've written in a while where I'm just going with the flow and having fun

no-pressure tags <33 : @sediciii @formulaocean @mothlau @usedtobetam @carbonmono

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Hiyaa, I didn't know you took anon questions regarding your story but I'm happy you do (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (Im a different anon)

I read both your stories (the first part and the second part) and I always read the new chapters as soon as they come out!! I love it! You characterize everybody so well and Im really excited to find out what happens next.

I really love Yoru but I realized I read the story as a reader insert and put myself as Yoru. But then I realized that you put in so much time and effort into creating that OC that I thought maybe Im being disrespectful by >taking< Yoru's place? But I really love viewing myself as her because she's so well written and feels so relatable.

And Aizawa and Toshi and Present Mic and Midnight give so much love and comfort and I can relate to so many topics and Dadzawa just knows what to say and what to do, it really heals something *-*

Thank u for writing such amazing stories, they're really my highlight of the week and I see them as a reward.

Take this as a little thank you!

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Hey Anon, sorry for the late reply (was working)! 🫣

First of all: Of course, I love receiving messages, my inbox is always open for whatever, not just stuff related to the story I'm writing. I actually just noticed another ask. I think that first Anon sort of opened the gates lol

Thank you so much for your kind words and for reading! It really means a lot that you, and so many other people, take precious time out of their busy days to read my little brainrot. 🥰

Regarding the reader insert thing: I honestly don't care. You can read the story as such if it brings you comfort or if you like it that way. Just keep in mind that Yoru has visual descriptions and stuff that might not work for you. In general, I think there's even a Y/N replacer externsion if you read AO3 on your desktop browser. You could replace 'Yoru' with your own name, if you want the whole thing to be super immersive. Also: Yoru's going through a lot (and will continue to do so lmao), are you sure you wanna 'be' her? 😅 Then again, she also has a lot of love, fun, and friendship in her life, so it might work. Whatever makes you happy! 😊

Oh man, the new chapters being a highlight/reward for you is so cool and is such a nice thing to read. Thank you for sharing. 🥹

Becks 🤍

P.S. Where on earth did you find those cute little faces and emoticons or whatever they're called? Especially the cat with the hearts at the end? That's adorable!

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Can I get one where Loki is comforting avenger reader because she went to visit her family and they made her feel horrible about herself (she has wider hips and thicker thighs. She also has scars from previous attacks) she asks Loki if she is bothering him with her existence and he hugs her and tells her that he loves her and that she is strong. Something along those lines?

 Thank you anon for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it!💗

Paring: Avenger!Loki x Avenger!Reader 

Word count: 1,631

Dividers: @silkholland

Warnings: Thick thighs and wider hips reader! (not a waring but i didn’t want to want to tag it plus size reader or a thick/curvy reader fic  and end up upsetting or offend people if i use the wrong tag!!!)  toxic/mean family members, Mean comments made about readers body, mention and talks about scars, blood(brief mention when talking about scars) angst, Fluff.

*If I missed something please let me know!*  

All day Loki could sense something was wrong, it started when you told him you'd be visiting your family. Loki didn’t know much about your family, you didn't know much about his either; besides Thor, Frigga, and Odin. After all, he was lied to about who he truly was growing up. He could see why the topic of your family or his was never really a decision for the both of you, aside from knowing the names of parents and siblings' names. 

From what he did know though, he could pick together that your family wasn’t too kind to you about your job. You loved being an Avenger, sure you did not have super soldier serum, or were an ex-assassin. You were very talented though in the weapons department as well as in hands-on combat 

So upon arriving at your family's house you felt that anxiousness begin to build up inside. You took a deep breath before opening the door to cross the threshold. As soon as your family saw you it was like a wave of questions had begun. 

Nothing less you tried your best to answer each one until it got to the questions you knew were coming and dreaded. 

" You look different, are you eating less? Dieting?' 

" Did your hips grow more?" 

" Why are thighs still thick?"  

Hearing these words didn't affect you as much, you were used to their comments about your body. Ever since you hit puppetry and notice that your hips were wider and had thicker thighs than your cousins and peers around you.  

It was your cousins Lisa and Isabella to be the ones to make you feel insecure. 

" I'll say I'm still surprised they still have you helping them on their missions," Lisa spoke as she took a sip of wine.   

" Right! with your shape I thought they may be switching you to a different type of job. Especially with all the scars you have. You must not be that good on the field." Your other cousin Isabella butted in laughing at the end as she and Lisa agreed. 

" How many Scars do you even have now Y/N? I can see some aren't all that pleasant.... looking" she had a grimace expression. 

Lisa was specifically talking about one of your most visible scars that you were insecure about. Your collarbone had a slash scar going down to your mid-arm. You had gained this one from an enemy attacking you on a mission, lucky you were quick to Disarm him and take him down. However, his attack left a not-so-pretty scar.  

Isabella was quick to put her input to your scars as well. 

" Scars aren't sexy at all Y/N, if you want Captain America to look your way or other agents then try to cover up a bit" Her hand gestured to the outfit that was showing another scar of yours. She gave you a small smile before turning around with Lisa as they went to mingle with other family members. 

After hearing their comments about your scar, you decided you had to leave your family's house. The scar Isabella was talking about was probably one of the most memorable missions you had.  

 You were on a mission paired with Loki, While Steve and Thor were on the South Side, and Bucky and Sam were on the north side of the hydra Facility. 

This mission was already sketchy upon entering the facility, Loki had a very bad feeling about it and so did you. Nothing less the both of you did what you had to do until you heard Bucky yelling in the coms that hydra agents were on their way to you. 

Before you and Loki could respond you heard the door being broken down, both of you took shelter pulling out weapons. The two of you we're fighting your way out through the agents. As you make your way into the hallway an explosive went off. 

If things couldn't get any worse you were the one closer to the explosive, as it went off it sent you flying. Once you gain consciousness again you could tell you and Loki have been separated. You were trapped on the other side of the ruble with only one way out. You heard a groan and turn around to find 2 Hydra agents stuck with you as well. 

You quickly leap into action taking one out but the second one caught you by surprise and shot you in your abdomen. You made the mistake of looking down at your wound because the agent took it as an opportunity to pull out his knife and struck you where the bullet had gone in. Slicing the blade further down until it reaches your hip bone. 

At this moment you truly felt like this was it was the last time you would fight. You felt your body grow weaker as the loss of blood. Before you could let your thoughts take you, you tried hard to fight off the agent.  

Right when he was about to go for a second stab, the agent in front of you collapsed. Only when he fell you could see that Loki's daggers were in his back. You look up to lock eyes with him and that was the last thing you saw before your eyes closed and you collapsed.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't realize you had made it back to yours and Loki’s shared apartment until you had parked the car. 

 Drawing yourself out of the memory you took a deep breath to compose the tears already starting to set. 

As soon as the front door opened Loki was quick to greet you have the same sense of things being not good. 

His expression grew worried upon seeing your watery eyes. He was quick to pull you into a hug. His body warmth makes you slightly calmer. 

You eagerly return the hug holding him tight and gripping his shirt as if he were to leave and go away at any moment. His large rubbed up and down your back.  

 He let you cry until your cries turned into sniffles, and those turned into hiccups. When he pulled back to look at you he knew that you were stuck in your head. 

“ I- then-” you tried to talk but couldn’t form words. 

“It’s alright I got you, darling, your safe” his hand came up and cupped your face. You nuzzled into his touch. 

“May I?” He asked softly. You knew what he was asking and you simply nodded.  

He placed his forehead against yours and began to read your thoughts and look at the memories for the day. This is one of the things you loved about Loki. When you weren’t in the perfect headspace he’d always find a way to comfort you. 

When he saw what you had to go through today a frown appeared on his beautiful face. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his emotions through the bond. 

“ I’m sorry” you spoke quietly and pulled yourself away from his touch altogether as you moved to the bedroom.  

He was quick to follow. “ Darling, why do you feel the need to apologize to me?” his soft was soft laced with nothing but concern.  

You turn around to meet his eyes and the strength you had to not let your true feelings show finally breaks. 

“ Because” you paused to breathe. “ Because I bother you with my existence and you deserve someone so much better than me. Someone strong and not weak like me with my problems.” your eyes were filled with tears by the end of your sentence.    

“ My love, your existence does not bother me one bit if anything. Your existence is the reason why I stay on Midgard without you here I serve no true purpose.” Loki moved to stand directly in front of you. His hand lifted your gaze to his, his eyes held nothing but love and devotion for you.  

You went to open your mouth to protest, yet he shushed you. 

“ I love you more than anything in all the 9 realms, there's nothing I won’t do to protect you. Your family may not see the beauty you have that I do” He cupped your face once again bringing you closer until your lips nearly touched.  

You looked up into his eyes and then to his lips before speaking. 

“ What’s my beauty?” you whisper against his lips before he closed the distance and places a delicate kiss on your lips. 

“Everything my love, from the way you laugh at Steve's, not so funny jokes, to the way you look breathtakingly beautiful when I have you naked underneath me ” his hand moves to trace the two most visible scars. 

“ Theses” he touches your scars “ are simply a reminder of how strong of a fighter you are. The day you received this one” he touched the scar on your abdomen. 

“ I thought I’d lose you forever, I thought I never get to express to you how deep my desire and enamored was for you, my love.”  

He pulled you into a kiss once more. 

“ Since you've been around I smile a lot more than I used to. Please never doubt your existence again nor talk badly about yourself. You are the Light in my dark life” he placed his forehead Against yours and held you tight.  

A small silence fell between the two of you as you had tears in the corners of your eyes. The love Loki had for you is deeper than anything you've ever experienced in this lifetime. There truly wasn't anything he wouldn't do to make you happy. 

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