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[szatears]

fashion killa, modernau!stack.

summary: as your man, stack knows his role — give you all you want and make sure you're happy.

parings: modernau!stack x blackfem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex, established but not specified relationship, descriptions of reader.

notes: short fic based off of this!

"You got your bag, baby?" Stack called from downstairs, sending a quick text back to Smoke. The two of you were in Miami running a few of Stack's errands, and he brought you along for a little getaway from your busy schedule.

"Yeah, give me a sec." You did not, in fact, have your bag, which is why Stack smiled when he heard your footsteps retreat back to the shared bedroom of the villa, finding it on the bed.

Your sandals hit the floor with soft clacks every time you took a step, and you got hit with that feeling of being on holiday, at peace with the world for a period of time.

He glanced up and pocketed his phone when he saw you come down, his eyes shamelessly eyeing up and down your body.

You wore a beige tube top that complimented your skin perfectly, hugging your body in the right places. You paired it with a brown denim mini skirt, your legs on full show, something Stack was down bad for. You chose a honey blonde dyed wig for today, curls neatly styled in.

He let out a whistle as you approached him, twirling you around by your hips. "Who you lookin' this good for?"

"Myself," you winked as you checked yourself out in the mirror.

"I know that's right."

Stack took your bag in one of his hands, the other reaching for yours as he opened the door, leading you to the car.

Ever the gentleman, he opened your door for you, placing your bag on your lap. Just as he was about to head to the driver's side of the cat, you held onto his bicep, prompting him to turn back to you.

"Wassup?" he tilted his head, smiling when you puckered your glossed lips. He bent down to kiss them, his free hand subconsciously sliding up to your throat. He pecked your lips three more times before he pulled away, heading to his side.

"Where are we going today?" you asked as you opened the camera app on your phone, checking your hair and makeup whilst taking some pictures.

Stack pulled out of the villa's designated parking spot, his hand around your headrest as he reversed. "To Bailey's. Smoke said he got something for us. Then we can go do whatever you want."

Bailey was a common name that you'd learnt since getting with Stack. He was one of the twins' closest friends and partner, so you were used to seeing him.

"Whatever I want?" you smirked, looking up at Stack. He looked back down at you with the same expression, nodding his head.

Music accompanied your conversation with him as he drove through the blazing heat, the breeze barely touching you even with the windows down.

Soon enough, Stack parked the car in a spot in a building complex, one you've never seen before. "Give me a second, mama," he kissed your cheek as he undid his seatbelt, leaving the car. You watched as he crossed over to the office in the parking lot, talking to the man behind the glass window.

Shortly he came back, leaning his arm above your door. "You wan' come up with me or you're good here?" He asked.

"It's okay, the air's cool down here, I'll wait for you."

Stack looked around for a moment, his eyes squinting slightly like they did whenever he was on edge. "Nah," he shook his head, opening your door and undoing your seatbelt. "I'on like leaving you alone."

See? Ever the gentleman.

You wrapped your arm through his, your handing resting firmly on his exposed bicep as he walked you through the building with familiarity.

"'Sup, J?" he dapped someone up as you walked through the double glass doors of the complex, heading for the elevator. Once in, he pressed the button for the sixth floor, standing behind you as the doors closed.

You faced the mirror on the wall of the elevator as Stack faced the doors, like he usually did when you were out together. His arm held the front of your waist as you snapped pictures til the door opened.

Stepping out, he turned to you, holding your hand in his. "We won't be too long, baby. Just gotta pick some shit up."

You nodded, happy to even be in his presence.

Once you entered an office like room, he led you to a couch just outside another set of doors. "Sit here, I'll be back in a bit. Don't talk to anyone." He adjusted his belt slightly, the piece he held peeking through his waistband.

"I won't," you rolled your eyes. Stack always thought you had a tendency to be too friendly, and that it led to a lot of problems most of the times.

"I mean it. If someone looks at you, look the other way. I can't keep letting off bullets in people's places."

You laughed as he walked away, remembering the time he let off almost a whole round in a diner because the waiter kept flirting with you, though you merely saw it as 'holding conversation'.

He was back within the next twenty minutes, a small briefcase and white envelope in his hand. "Aight, let's go baby."

Back in the car, Stack put the briefcase in the backseat. He opened the envelope once he did his seatbelt. revealing a lot of cash.

"Here," he handed it all to you after counting it.

"Huh?" you frowned, seeing that it was at least $50,000 in there. "Why are you giving me this?"

"'Cause you look pretty today," he shrugged like it was nothing, opening up your purse and shoving the stacks of money in it.

"Elias," you smiled. "You don't need to keep giving me money. Especially not for reasons like that."

"Girl, I can do what I want," he sassed back, kissing your lips before backing out of the driving spot.

He spoiled you in so many ways, it never failed to bring a smile to your face. Besides, this wasn't his first time doing it anyways. The other night after an intense session of love-making, he emptied the pockets of the joggers he wore that day, handing you about four bands, telling you to "go buy something nice."

He drove with his hand on your bare thigh, humming along to the Tupac songs playing on the radio. Your arm rested on his shoulders, manicured nails scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

"You keep doing that and I'ma park this car, right now," he glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I mean," you shrugged. "You said we could do whatever I want when you're done."

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[lemon-koii]

Hello!! Can i req Kalim, Cater, Idia and Epel with a reader that is just drop dead beautiful, they could even be mistaken for an angel. Theyre also like very cheerful and happy but when they look serious they just look angelic beautiful and cute maybe even prettier than vil or neige hope i siad it well? Anyways thank you if you do it!

•|An angel sent for me?!

Characters: Cater, Kalim, Epel, Idia

[It wasn't specified on what type of post you want this to be so I'll just assume it's a hc and I added a some scenario]

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

He was absolutely shocked when he first saw you at the opening ceremony. Every student was wearing dark cloaks but there you were, standing in the middle of it all and glowing. Were you really or was it just his imagination?

It was interesting to find someone who is more beautiful than THE Vil Schoenhei and Neige Lablanche. Your beauty was just other worldly.

The next time he saw you, he made you and Adeuce paint the roses but not out of malice towards you. He just wanted to stare at you.

Losing himself at your beauty that he actually forgot to ask you for a picture. He sulked in his room after that. He'll definetly ask for a picture the next time he sees you! But he's contemplating whether or not he posts it...

If you went to heartslabyul in promptness to help him, oh god he is over the mood by such a small act.

Just you and him, painting the roses away...

"Awww, so kind prefect-chan~"

While painting, he really enjoys how you're so cheerful and chatty. People like you are rare in NRC so you are very much a refreshment.

Getting too caught up on the conversation and admiring you, he yet again forgot to ask for a picture....

He was shocked when you were the one who asked him.

"Cater-senpai! We should take a picture, this was a very enjoyable day after all. This can be our first picture together! Make sure to send it to me though."

He was really happy that you were the on ethat proposed

Taking out his phone and posing you lraned in closer and did you own pose and smiled so brightly it was blinding.

Good Lord you were perfect....

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

He audibly gasped when he saw you. Freezing in for a few moments with his mouth hanging

When you noticed and waved at him, it snapped him out of his trance and started waving back enthusiastically

When he got back at the dorm, he was shaking Jamil by his sleeve and kept asking, "Jamil! Did you see her? She looked soo pretty! Probably even prettier than Vil."

Jamil placed his hand Kalim's mouth and told him to never mention that around Vil...

After the party for the first years, he told Jamil that he also wanted to host you a party. But Jamil reminded him that you weren't a student so you must have been sent home.

Kalim was a little disapointed that he didn't manage to talk to you. But atleast he got a wave!

His eyes shinned so bright and was ecstatic when he saw you once again, raking the leaves at the courtyard.

''Ah! You're that girl from the orientation right? You should totally attend the party I'm hosting for you! What's the point of a party if you aren't there?''

Althought it was a bit off guarding, he said it so cheery and nice that you just have to return the same energy and manner

The students were blinded by the aura of cheeryness

From then on, he keeps giving you gifts and white flowers since quote on qoute, ''White flowers really suit you:> You look like an angel after all!''

Jamil now has to deal with two sunshines

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

He was in awe seeing you for the first time, which was being dragged back to the mirror chamber.

A part of him wished you were going to be sorted into Pomefiore and was disappointed that you weren't an actual student.

Given by fate, he was really flustered when he accidentaly bumped into you in the halls.

He was about yell but stopped when he saw your face.

When you confirmed it was alright with a bright smile on your face, he felt his face heat up.

''Ah! Ya dum' lil– ahh..?"

"... Are you okay? Sorry for that..''

After helping him pick up his books, he bid you farewell, hoping to see you again but didn't have the guts to say it yet.

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

Epel would stumble over his words when he encounters you again. But after some time he'll get more comfortable and laugh with you about stuff.

He becomes self-conscious if you see him like how the other students do too. Weak and girly. But if not, shucks you're just making him fall harder

Finds it funny that you're prettier than Vil and Neige. Sometimes joke about Vil having another competition and got his ass in trouble.

He wasn't paying attention to who you were at the orientation since he was more focused on what's happening. Not until a rare day where he went out to get something from Sam's shop personally(via forced by Ortho)

You tapped his shoulder, asking him to reach something for you and when he turned around, half of his lower hair went pink. Short circuiting for a few momemnts before actually doing what you asked for.

The next time he's near you, he'd constantly be stuttering and at a loss for words in your presence

He'd struggle to make eye contact with you, unable to hold it for more than a second.

There's a very high chance that Idia will accidentally end up staring at them, which causes him to immediately go bright red. He'd then quickly look away and hope you didn't notice.

Whenever you compliment him or praise him, Idia becomes an absolute mess, struggling to form a cohesive sentence but also getting a lil bit smug.

It is near impossible for Idia to initiate a conversation out of nowhere- However, if he does, he would talk in gamer and if you don't understand it, he'd never talk to you again/hj

If the reader makes skin-contact with him- whether that be brushing his hand or just a simple pat on the shoulder, Idia will instantly go bright red and his hair will change into pink. God fobid anyone sees hum like that.

If you ever laugh at his jokes, he just loses it. The butterflies inside his stomach start going insane and he feels his knees become weak. Smiling like an idiot accomplishung an SSR achievment.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

masked hearts

part i

a/n: hi! this is my first time writing for ambessa so please be kind lmao. i also know very little about LoL lore :) this is kinda an AU where the Medarda family is together word count: 2.5k warning(s): none (yet); well no real warnings, reader has a crush and is not very smooth; very awkward; you're a lesbian; unedited 😭

prompt: ambessa holds a ball to find a partner for her son but what happens when you're the one to catch her eye?

Your kingdom was one of splendor and beauty, the hills ripe with settlements, the trees fruitful and the air crisp. It wasn't a mystery why the Medarda clan claimed this small portion of the world for themselves, as your kingdom sat on a pivital route for trade. The mystery however, was why the head of the Medarda's, Ambessa, chose this place to be the homeland of her son's future spouse. The flyers went up around the center of the capitol first, the paper of expensive quality and the ink shimmering with gold.

It was an invitation to a ball. One of masks and hidden identities.

The Medarda's, while they've never been accused of not caring about physical appearance, put wit above all. It was fitting that the son of a warlord would first fall for the mind before the body. However, as the whispers got around the kingdom, people realized there wasn't a class specified to attend. Everyone, rich and poor, was invited to attempt to become a Medarda-by-law.

You, however, weren't as excited as your sisters and cousins. You watched as they danced around your shop, holding up different fabrics and colors, trying to see which one would make their dress stand out to Kino. Laughing, you wiped down the counter, your eyes trained on your register, imagining it bursting with gold after your town had finished sending in their requests for their gowns and masks.

"Y/N, have you decided what you're going to wear?" One of your cousins, Laina, appeared behind the counter, her young hands stabilizing her as she stood on her toes, "Mama says I can go if I finish my chores the week before!"

You gave her a soft smile, flicking your slightly damp rag at her and laughing when she recoiled with an unamused glare.

"I don't think I am going to attend, but I can personally make your dress!"

Laina's face fell but her eyes still had a sparkle from your request.

"Why not?" She pouted, crossing her arms once she managed to pull herself up to sit on your freshly cleaned counter, "And would you make me a mask too?"

Sighing, you threw your rag into the bucket of water at your feet, ignoring the splash against your boots. You could always finish cleaning later. Leaning with your back agaisnt the counter, you mimicked her pose, crossing your arms and pouting out your lower lip.

"Masks are for potential suitors of Kino, maybe if he's still looking for a partner in a decade I'll make you one," Laina opened her mouth as if to interupt, to say she wasn't too young even though her tenth birthday had only just passed two days before. You held up a finger, stopping her words before they left her mouth, "And...I'm not one for the company of men, you know that. A large party, loud and boisterous, sounds fun but with my luck I would be the one to catch the wandering eye of Kino Medarda."

Laina nodded, albeit a little dissapointed. She played with a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes.

"Would you think about coming? With me? Mom and Dad aren't going, they want to have a quiet night in and Alana will be too busy trying to become a princess."

You laughed loudly, causing the customers of the shop and your family members to look at you. You covered your mouth with a hand, nodding at the customers apologetically. Pursing your lips, you scoffed humorously as Laina gave you one of her sad eyes expressions, one she knew you couldn't say no to. Rolling your eyes, you ruffled Laina's hair with a defeated smile.

"Alright fine, but you'll have to convince your mother to send me a basket full of honey buns afterward," Laina clapped in excitement, nodding in agreement. She fixed her eyes on you, taking a scrap of dark red fabric from her pocket and holding it up against your face.

"This should be for your dress."

Taking the fabric from Laina, you felt it between your fingers and sighed. What did you get yourself into.

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In a few measley hours you would find yourself within the walls of the Medarda castle, built from stone from the most coveted quarry in your kingdom. At the right time of day, you swore you could see it shining brighter than a star upon the hill which it sat. Laina was a bundle of energy and was currently bouncing around the apartment above your family's shop. She was talking so fast, excitement blurring her words together so much so you couldn't even distinguish what she was saying, so you only nodded along to her words as you examined your dress one last time. Laina had long been dressed and now all her movement made you worried she would wrinkle or tear the precious fabric.

Your dress, one that matched the dark red Laina had chosen for your mask, layed across your lap, subject to your wandering eyes as you looked for any imperfections. While you didn't exactly want to catch anyone important eyes, you didn't want to be seen in a less than perfect gown.

"Put it on! We have to leave soon if we want to make it for the opening of the gates!" Laina excalimed, clapping her hands together as she twirled, her light green dress floating around her like petals in the wind. You smiled, gesturing towards the door with your head.

"Well, I'll need someone to guard the door while I change. I don't want anyone bursting in here while I'm in my unspeakables." You held your head up haughtily like your grandmother, mimicking her accent and pretending to clutch your pearls at the mention of your underwear. Laina covered her mouth as she giggled, nodding as she ran out to stand by your door, only pausing right before she shut it.

"If you need help, you'll ask right?"

You saw in her eyes the desperation of being a helper, a feeling you knew too well. You nodded at her then waved your hand, beckoning her to shut the door. At the click, you sighed, looking back at your gown, starting to feel the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety roaring in your stomach and up your throat. Damn Laina's puppy dog eyes. Now, instead of sitting in bed with a book and a hot cup of tea, you were going to dance in front of one of the most powerful family's in Runeterra. With your luck you would face plant right in front of Kino, or worse, his mother. At the thought of Ambessa, your mind grew conflicted. Sure, you had a healthy fear of the woman who was shrouded in tales of blood, but you remembered the first time you saw the matriarch after the Medarda's had claimed your kingdom for themselves. It was like a schoolgirl's crush on a teacher, you knew it would never go anywhere but yet, even after all the years, you still dreamed of the strong hands and scarred face which had been burned into your mind the second you swore her eyes landed on you in the crowd.

Shaking your head, you snapped yourself out of your senseless dreaming. Being attracted to women wasn't an issue, it never had been, but being attracted to that woman could only bring you strife as you compared all future partners to her. Standing up, you shedded your clothing, standing only in your slip and stockings tied up at your knee. Taking a deep breath, you slid the dress on, each part brushing against your skin in soft silk. Once it was on, all that was left was to tighten the corset. You brushed your hands down, smoothing down the fabric before calling for Laina, knowing you could tighten it yourself. Laina burst into the room, her eyes widening as she gasped.

"Y/N, you're so beautiful! I knew that color would be pretty on you!"

You felt your face flush from the compliments, not used to the attention. Laina pulled up a stool to stand on as she started tightening the your dress.

"Ah! Ok, if you want me to dance with you, you're going to have to let me breathe."

Laina chuckled sheepishly, loosing the ribbons slightly.

"Sorry! I think you're done!"

You nodded, moving to hold yourself up against the wall as you slipped on your shoes, dreading a night spent soley wearing heels. You grabbed your mask and held out your hand to Laina, bowing playfully.

"I believe it's time for us to depart, my lady."

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The night was young yet you already were desperate for the strike of midnight, the time you and Laina had agreed upon leaving. Speaking of Laina, she had made a few friends with the other young children attending the ball, sitting in a corner with them as they played games, their laughter hidden by the music. At the front of the giant room sat Mel Medarda and her consort, Jayce Talis. They were holding hands as they watched the dancers, leaving you to wonder when they would join the party. Kino was already weaving his way through the room, dancing with many but seemingly connecting with none. And Ambessa, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes seemingly met hers, was making her way into the crowd, her mask one of gold and war. You looked away frantically, returning your attention to the table of food in front of you. After a few moments, you felt yourself relax, yet that was short lived. You felt a presence behind you and suddenly, you were very aware that you were the only one at the table and not on the dance floor. Which felt like the universe was just shitting you at this point. You picked up a berry, inspecting it as if that would make the imposing woman standing behind you not be standing behind you.

It didn't work.

Slowly, you turned around, heart beating in your ears drowning out the music. You didn't realize how close she was, causing you to jump slightly and bump into the table. For a second, you just stared at each other before Ambessa moved. You tensed, before you realized she had grabbed a pastry from the platter that had been knocked off center. She took a bite, keeping her eyes trained on you before she spoke. You just kept mentally pinching yourself, trying to force yourself out of this embarassing nightmare.

"Is that all you're going to have, Little One?" Her voice sent shivers down your spine as you processed what she had said, her head nodding to the berry still clutched in between your fingers, it's juices staining your fingertips.

"Oh! Uh, no? I'll have," you didn't want to look away from the tall woman, fearing that would be a sign of disrespect, so you tried to remember what food had been spread out, "bread? Yes, bread, I like bread." Your eyes widened as you spoke, now mentally punching yourself for the dumb response. Bread? Now come on. Part of you was grateful for the mask covering part of your face, hiding what was sure to be a horrendous blush.

Ambessa's mouth quirked into a smirk, taking a slight step towards you before angling her body so she could gesture her arm towards the sea of people.

"This whole night you've stayed by the table, or near that corner of children, never once even attempting to join the festivites," she turned her attention back to you, slightly cocking her head to the side, "Is this party boring you? Is my son?" You registered the humorous tone mixed with the protectiveness of a mother.

Quickly you shook your head, hand clenching the berry in your hand, bursting the fruit. You tried to start explaining yourself but the feeling of juice sticking to your skin made you uncomfortable. You still felt frozen by Ambessa's presence so you did what felt right in the moment, however pausing as you realized you had started licking your hand infront of the matriarch of war. In your embarassment, you didn't notice how Ambessa's eyes followed the actions of your tongue and fingers like a wolf hunting prey. Like a rubber band snapping, you realized you hadn't answered her question.

"I'm not bored! This is a beautiful procession and whoever catches your son's eye will be lucky."

Ambessa nodded slightly, turning her head to watch as Kino twirled a woman in blue. When she looked back to you, her eyes held a question laced with genuine interest and humor.

"And if you catch his eye?"

Your own eyes widened as you wiped your hand on the napkin you had grabbed while her attention was on her son. Ambessa didn't miss the change in your expression, your mask not hiding the nervousness shining in your eyes. Instead of your original adorable fear of her presence, you now seemed to radiate anxiety. She raised an eyebrow, knowing you couldn't see it, waiting for your response.

"I," you started, your eyes darting to Laina, who was now watching you with a teasing look, knowing of your godawful crush on the woman standing in front of you, "I would be very flattered-"

"But?" There was a sense of anticipation in her interuption, her words no longer holding underlying steel.

"But I would have to respectfully decline," you looked down at your hands, starting to speak quickly, desperate to explain yourself as to not give the impression you thought yourself too good for a conqueror's son, "Not out of any thought of doing better of course, I doubt that could even be accomplished, however I believe Kino- I mean, your son, deserves to be with someone who can love him purely and with romantic intent. The best I could give would be a position of friendship." You stopped to take a breath, fully intending to continue your ramble until the gods themselves had to shut you up. But this plan was foiled by Ambessa's strong hand holding your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes analysed you, surveying your face before going lower to look at your dress. You felt heat rise, or more heat, at her intense stare. Something in the stitching on your bodice made recognition flicker in Ambessa's eyes. Her hand moved from your chin down to your waist, encouragaing you to walk with her. She continued to talk as the two of you made your way to the center of the room, the crowd parting as they danced around you.

"Do you already have someone in your heart? A different boy perhaps?"

If you weren't feeling like you were in a dream, you would have realized Ambessa was fishing for something, an answer she needed.

"No, my lady, I do not. I," you cleared your throat, "I won't ever have a man claim my heart."

Ambessa's grip on your waist grew stronger as she pulled you to her chest, positioning you to dance. You gasped as you felt her lips brush against your ear as she swayed you to the rhythm of the music.

"And if I lay a claim?"

a/n: haha sorry for the sudden ending i'm evil at my core. this fic was to test the waters for writing for this absolute goddess of a woman and i do have part 2 ready to go if anyone is interested! i cannot say my thoughts on Ambessa (or Sevika for that matter) for i want to keep this authors note short and PG ;) thank you for reading!! i hope this wasn't shit.

[untitledmemes]

Untitled Embraces Prompts

An assortment of both dialogue and action prompts featuring a variety of hugs, embraces, cuddles and more alike. If sending action prompts, don't forget to tell receiver who is Muse A and who is Muse B. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Don't let go just yet, please. ”

“ Just hold me. ”

“ I could really use a hug right now. ”

“ Ow, ow! Careful with that hug! ”

“ Does someone need a hug? ”

“ I don't like being hugged. ”

“ Can I hug you? ”

“ Please, I... I just want a hug from you. ”

“ One last hug for the road? ”

“ You have no idea how huggable you look right now. ”

“ Don't ever hug me again. ”

“ I'm going to hug you now. Okay? Okay. ”

“ Kindness starts with a simple hug and a good word, you know. ”

“ Someone's cuddly today. ”

“ I just want to stay in your embrace forever. ”

“ It's so good to feel you in my arms again. ”

“ There's nothing a good hug can't resolve! ”

“ Too tight, too tight! You're squeezing me! ”

“ Hold me like this a little more. Maybe forever. ”

“ I can only fall asleep when you cuddle me. ”

“ Why would I ever want a hug from you? ”

[ HOME ] Muse A had a bad day and comes back home to Muse B, either asking for a comforting hug or getting one without asking.

[ APOLOGY ] Muse A has done Muse B wrong, and asks for forgiveness while giving them a hug.

[ NIGHT ] Muse A and Muse B part with a hug after having an amazing night together.

[ DEPART ] Muse A and Muse B part from each other with a loving/friendly embrace since one of them has to go for a while.

[ GOODBYE ] Muse A and Muse B embrace for the final, last time.

[ STAY ] Muse A, in a desperate act, hugs Muse B so they won't be able to leave.

[ BED ] Muse A and Muse B cuddle after having some intimate time together in bed.

[ ONE WAY ] Muse A gives Muse B a hug that isn't returned.

[ LOVE ] Muse A loves Muse B so much they won't know how to express it other than giving them a tight hug in that moment.

[ ALIVE ] Muse A pulls Muse B in for a tight hug, glad to see they're alive.

[ TENSION ] Muse A and Muse B hug, but it lasts a little longer than a platonic hug should last for.

[ WARM UP ] Muse A and Muse B embrace for a while as a form of foreplay.

[hot-glenn-valentines-2025]

HEY YOU! YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU! ARE YOU AWARE OF THE HOT GLENN VALENTINE'S 2025 EVENT?!?!?

Oh, you aren't? Heh, well that makes sense, it's the first time we're announcing it! You heard it right folks, we had so much fun with you all during the 2023 Hot Glenn Holidays event that we're back to celebrate the festivities à la Glenn once more, this time for a four-day Valentine's Day event from February 11th to the 14th 😎💗. Here are some general rules and guidelines for the event (please read):

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💘: (Update) Daily prompts for the event can be found here! Do not feel obliged to adhere to the prompts, they're meant to be for fun and to offer structure/inspiration to those looking for it.

💋: NSFW works are allowed, we love sexualizing that old man, but please take caution to mark explicit material as you normally would. Additionally, we reserve the right to exclude any work from the event (nsfw or otherwise) at our own discretion. If you are uncertain whether or not your idea is appropriate for the event, don't be shy to reach out and ask! Explicit materials will be reblogged to the event blog under the #suggestive and the #not safe for daddies tags, depending on what fits.

💟: Romantic love? Platonic love?? Whatever Glenn and Darryl had going on when they were arguing over car oil??? We want it all! In fact, if you just want to create something Glenn-themed that doesn't directly relate to any kind of love or relationships, that's dope too, as long as you love what you're bringing to the table!

💓: Art, fanfiction, cosplay, fan songs!? Everything goes, as long as it's Glenn-related, of course.

💝: If you choose to participate, don't feel obligated to create something for every day of the event! Any and all participation is appreciated!

💖: If you are late for the prompts or just otherwise complete things later than expected, don't fret! We will be accepting works as part of the event (and reblogging them to the event blog) for a full week after the event has ended.

💌: If you have any questions at all, please don't hesitate to send us an ask!

We're so incredibly excited to celebrate this event with you fine folk, and in the meantime we would super appreciate you helping to spread the word! :] You'll hear again from us real soon, and in the meantime, lots of love from us to you!!!

P.S. Be sure to follow this event blog for updates!

[ssentimentals]

hii again I sent you a request and it went along the lines of idk if you take 2 requests at the same time but can you do 19&20 for mingyu I realized I didn't specify which prompt I wanted it to be from lol but its from the fluff/soft prompts thank youu

hihi, thank you for coming back to specify and of course thank you for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

fluff prompt: 'you're utterly gorgeous, i can't stop looking at you.' 'i can't live without you darling.'

'mingyu, babe, can you help with the dress?' you call out loud enough to be heard in the kitchen. 'zipper is stuck.'

'running!' mingyu calls back, excitement in his voice makes you chuckle. surprisingly enough this is his favorite part in getting ready for anything, he really likes to help you with anything. 'don't start without me!'

'i'm halfway done,' you grin, when he enters the bedroom in his pink apron over a suit. 'how's tiramisu?'

'safely stored away in the fridge,' he replies, slowing as he comes to stand behind you. his warm hands gently caress your shoulder, sending shivers down your back. 'hello, gorgeous.'

'hello, handsome.' you smile at him in the mirror and wiggle a little, holding your hair up. 'i am waiting.'

mingyu takes his time. he always does and you can't even be mad at him, because he's so gentle that you can barely breathe. small kiss is planted on every open surface of your skin and zipper is being pulled in the slowest fashion to let him kiss you more. before you met mingyu, you thought that moments like this exist only in the movies. before you met mingyu you thought that no love can be this tender and sweet. but then you met him and-

'you're utterly gorgeous, i can't stop looking at you.' he whispers into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist.

your back softly collides with his chest and he readily lets you lean on him, not minding your weight a bit. 'then don't stop.' with your hands on top of his, you smile at the way he playfully bites your earlobe. 'who said you can stop, hm?'

'i'll never stop,' it sounds like the sweetest promise from his lips. 'i can't live without you, darling.'

before you met mingyu you thought that love is scary, that you should always protect your heart, that you should never let yourself fall. but then you met mingyu and love has been as safe, your heart has been this protected and falling has never been this painless as it's with him.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[lunarmoves]

shay's writing commissions!

CURRENT STATUS: OPEN

SLOTS FILLED: 0 out of 4

hey guys! i've decided to open commissions to help me fund my venture to graduate school! i will be opening 4 slots at a time, depending on the word count requests i receive. they will be done on a first come, first serve basis through tumblr dm and paid for through ko-fi or paypal. the options i'm offering are for one-shots and a wip sponsorship. more details are below the cut!

one-shots:

these will be fics following either a prompt or a detailed request supplied by you! the maximum word count i am willing to write is 12k. all fics will be [character] x reader/self-insert and will be written in second (or third, if that is your preference) person. they will also be completely non-gender (no pronouns used in fic) unless specified otherwise.

pricing:

↬ 500 words -> $10 ↬ 1,000 words -> $20 ↬ 1,500 words -> $30 ↬ 2,000 -> $40 ↬ 2,500 -> $50 ↬ 3,000 -> $60 ↬ 3,500 -> $70

....and so on.

note: if i go above the word count for whichever commission is purchased, i will not charge for it! :)

fandoms + characters i will write for:

↬ fnaf -> sun, moon, eclipse (NOT tsams nor sun x moon) ↬ pressure -> sebastian solace ↬ bnha -> bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku ↬ lego monkie kid -> sun wukong, six-eared macaque

i am open to writing canon-compliant fics, my own aus, or your own aus, not anyone else's. details regarding any au will be properly hashed out through dm :)

will write:

↬ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, horror, comedy ↬ suggestive/implied themes ↬ romantic or platonic relationships ↬ major character death, mild violence, mild body horror/gore ↬ light yandere, obsessive/possessive behavior ↬ predator/prey dynamics (if i have written it on my blog, it is safe to request!)

won't write:

↬ infidelity ↬ heavy nsfw/smut ↬ minor/adult relationships, underage ↬ incest ↬ offensive themes, bigotry

if you are uncertain as to what i will/won't write, don't hesitate to ask! i am always down to negotiate.

how it works:

↬ if you are interested in commissioning me for a one-shot, please send me a tumblr dm so we can hash out details (i.e. length, plot, themes, etc). if the slots have been filled already or i am busy working on other commissions, i will inform you and place you on a waitlist! once a slot opens, i will contact you to see if you still want a commission.

↬ through dm, supply me with the prompt/detailed request and we will work through ideas together as i make an outline. afterwards, i will send you the outline, and upon getting your stamp of approval (following any edits), i will start on your fic! if you're unsure about specific details for the fic, no worries; i am totally okay with writing to my own whims if you'll let me c:

↬ once i have started on your commission, please send me half of the payment through ko-fi or paypal. the rest will be requested once the fic is finished, and then i will send you it either by posting it on tumblr (with your permission) or as a pdf via email (or both!)

↬ please be patient with me once i have started writing your commission! if i have not gotten back to you at all after 5 days, feel free to reach out for an update! i will provide you with daily updates regardless, but in the event that i forget, don't be scared to give me a little nudge!

wip sponsorship:

additionally, via tumblr dm, you may choose any of my wips to 'sponsor' along with a word count of your choosing, and i will add it to the most recent chapter currently being worked on. prices for word counts are the same as the ones listed under 'one-shots'.

once i have confirmed the wip and have started writing (given that i am not busy with other commissions), please send me half of the payment through ko-fi or paypal. the latter half will be requested once i have added the full amount of requested words (which i will confirm with a screenshot of the document's word count).

once the full payment is received, i will share what i have written with you! this will be done in an ask that you must send me (anonymous or not). if you wish for it to remain private, let me know in said ask and i will answer it privately (note: you will have to be off anon for me to answer in private).

the wips in question are:

who i see, looking back at me (sebastian solace x reader) ↬ current wc (ch5): 1,345 out of ~10,000

love from the other side (of the apocalypse) (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch2): 9,024 out of ~25,000

through pixel eyes (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch3): 1,904 out of ~5,000

these summer nights (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch3): 1,900 out of ~10,000

[on my alt blog, sipsteainanxiety]:

holding out (just for you) (bakugou x reader) ↬ current wc (ch4): 6,434 out of ~15,000

and i give my all (to you) (bakugou x reader) ↬ current wc (ch2): 2,905 out of ~8,000

(total word counts are estimated and may likely increase or decrease since i have a tendency to incorrectly judge how long my fics will actually be lol)

if you want to be credited as a sponsor/supporter when the fic eventually gets posted (either with your blog tagged, a name, or simply as 'anonymous'), please let me know through dm!

in a similar vein, if there have been any ideas or drabbles i've thrown out on my blog that you are interested in seeing me elaborate on, you may request that as well via dm! (i.e. bleeding wires au, cursed dolls au, dca alien au, any dca mer aus, falling in a forest au, etc). it will be considered as a 'one-shot', with the same pricing listed above.

note: some of those ideas/drabbles i do intend to eventually write as long-fics. you may request specific scenes of those wips or for me to simply start writing them. while i will share what i have written with you, i cannot guarantee that i will still continue to work on those wips afterwards. this also applies to the multi-chaptered wips listed above.

extra information:

↬ you can request to be listed as 'anonymous' should your commission be posted to tumblr.

↬ please try not to cancel your commission after i've started writing it; i will not be giving a refund at this point, especially since the outline will have been written and the first half of payment sent to me.

↬ commissions for requested one-shots will not be posted on ao3. wip sponsorships, however, will be on ao3 (and tumblr) for the associated fic (if it's one of my current multi-chapter fics) should i finish the chapter(s).

↬ if anything is too confusing or unclear, feel free to send me an ask or dm to clarify!

you can always support me without putting in a commission on ko-fi as well! c: thanks for reading! <3

[ssa-writerminds]

Case Study:

'Keep reading' to open the file.

Click here to find The Trial

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Client information: SSA. Mina reached many milestones in the month of April. They have put together a game to celebrate. However, they need witnesses to report back the events of the game.

Witnesses are asked to send their reports to the inbox of @ssa-writerminds to be taken into account. Please include all required and relevant details and allow time for your report to be reviewed.

Submissions: Open

Trial deadline: May 8

Case Summary: Pick a character, prompt, and genre, and pass along to SSA. Mina's inbox. Include any specifics and preferences as specified below. Can be sent anonymously or with witness' information. (You may include multiple prompts & genres.)

Suspects:

Dr. Spencer Reid.

SSA. Aaron Hotchner.

SSA. Emily Prentiss.

SSA. Elle Greenaway.

SSA. David Rossi. (Platonic only.)

Communications: (Prompts)

• Print-out of Email 1: A is afraid, B comforts them.

• Print-out of Email 2: A is sick and B stays home to care for them.

• Print-out of Email 3: A trying on an outfit in front of B.

• Print-out of Email 4: A and B admiring each other's looks.

• Print out of Email 5: A sees something and can't help but think of B.

• Copy of Letter 1: Smiling in-between kisses.

• Copy of Letter 2: Seeing their partner look after kids. (Fluff only.)

• Copy of Letter 3: Trying to learn little things about them by observing.

• Copy of Letter 4: There's something about mornings with them...

• Copy of Letter 5: Slow dancing.

• Recording of Call 1: "Hey, hey. Shh, you're okay."

• Recording of Call 2: "Hey- Look at me."

• Recording of Call 3: "Can you kiss it better?"

• Recording of Call 4: "Tell me what you want..."

• Recording of Call 5: "You should have told me earlier."

Evidence: (Genres)

Photograph of a couple. (Fluff.)

Video of the crime. (Smut.) (Exc. Rossi.)

Document containing suspect's alibi. (Angst.)

Item found at the scene. (Comfort.)

Forensic report of the crime scene. (Writer's choice.)

Witness Information: You may include any preferred details about the reader, which character is A/B, any specific plot details, and anything else you wish to be included in your witness report.

Your help in solving this case is greatly appreciated. Thank you.

Requests can be formatted however. :)

[thezombieprostitute]

A-maze-ing!

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: this snowmaze seemed fun until i got lost

Okay, this looks familiar, you think. Then again, so did the last four lefts!

Sure enough, there's the exact same snowflake decor on the wall. You swear it's mocking you. You'd rip it to mark your progress, but it's laminated. You also don't have any markers to just make a mark on it.

You're lost. Which means, if you ever want to get out of her, you have to ask Jack to get you out.

Sighing, you pull out your phone and text him.

I'm lost.

I told you you'd get lost.

Will you please come rescue me?

You know the price.

C'mon, Jack! I'm cold and tired!

You know the price.

You stomp your foot and pout. You know what it'll cost for him to come rescue you and you just can't do it! You'll starve to death in the maze before you yield!

Fine. If he won't help you, you'll find someone who will. You switch to another name in your contacts but as soon as you hit "send" your phone gives you a "no signal" message. You blink. That can't be right. You just texted with Jack and you haven't moved from that spot.

You flip back over to your chat with Jack.

DID YOU BLOCK MY PHONE?!

Can't have you cheating. 😉

It's not cheating to ask for help from someone else. That was NOT specified in the rules.

It also wasn't specified that I COULDN'T block you from getting outside help.

When you don't respond for a few minutes, he messages you a photo of him eating a churro, making your stomach growl. Your face scrunches in frustration. You're cold and hungry and lost. Maybe it's best to just give him what he wants.

You have to PROMISE me he'll never know.

No worries. This is just for me.

You close your eyes and sigh before typing:

You are a better hacker than Jake Jensen.

So glad you've finally come around! Take two lefts and one right.

It can't be that easy, you think. But when you follow his instructions, there he is, holding out a churro and smiling.

"You promise you won't tell Jake or show him the text?"

"I promise," Jack nods. "But I'm gonna ride this ego boost through our next encounter with him."

"You're lucky you're cute," you grumble. "And that you got me churros."

"Nah, that's not why I'm lucky," he shakes his head. "I'm lucky because I've got you." He winks, making you giggle.

Tagging:

@alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[adrinetteapril]

Hello, everyone! It's the greatest time of year again~ It's time to celebrate our favorite canon couple! Huge shouts out to @chocoluckchipz for making the most beautiful animated calendar for us again this year! I am in awe of Lucky and her talent, so please send her a kind word for volunteering her artistry for another calendar. (I literally squealed and cried the first time I watched it)

Prompts were selected by the Adrinette April discord server! If you’d like to be part of prompt selection in the future, send an ask to this blog or send @purrincess-chat a message for an invite! 

If you would like to participate in the event, just use the prompts above during the month of April and tag your submissions with #adrinetteapril2025 and/or @ mention this blog!

Different from before, submissions using prompts from previous years will be accepted, whether it be new works with old prompts you enjoy or old works you never quite finished on time. Here are links to each of those calendars: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024. Just be sure to specify which year you're pulling a particular prompt(s) from.

A few ground rules:

This is a salt-free event. This includes any harsh or negative critique of the show, characters, ships, fandom, or creators.

Please center your submissions around Adrinette. Each side of the love square has a designated month, and there will be plenty of opportunity to create content for the other sides of the love square soon.

For the purposes of this event, the Shadybug universe Adrinette as well as any alternate reality Adrinette presented in the show are valid for submissions.

NSFW is allowed, but please put it under a read more and tag appropriately.

To make things easier on the mods, please spell it adrinette without the extra e for the sake of this event. Misspelled tags may lead to your submission being missed.

If your submission hasn’t been reblogged within 48 hours of you posting, feel free to reach out via ask or message @purrincess-chat privately. I will do my best not to miss anyone, but sometimes things slip through. Please be patient and respectful. I will not skip anyone on purpose. 

Looking forward to all of your submissions for this year's event! Prompts are listed in order under the cut:

Meet-Cute

Video Games

Pick-up Lines

Winking

Secret Notes

Coup de Foudre

Passionfruit

Polaroids

Almost Kiss

Best Friends

Time Travel

Baby Names

Married Life

Photo Album

Not Just a Friend

Falling

Confession

First Kiss

Specials** (as in NY, Shanghai, London, Paris, etc)

Pets

Partners in Crime

Chat Blanc Timeline

Double Dates

Sleeping on Shoulder

Rings

Family Dinner

100th Kiss

Pajamas

Part of the Family

Welcome Home

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Warning: my content may include heavy themes, violence, substance use or smut, all warnings are specified in the story post

Smut is indicated by a ×

Implied smut indicated by a *

Dean Winchester

Oneshots

Crawl Home to Her - Dean's POV, Dean thinks back on the times he died but found his way home to kiss you

* Fight for Love - A fight between you and Dean leads to some unintended truth slipping out, maybe that's not a bad thing

Low Battery - When your social battery is drained after visiting with family, you go to the one person who can fix it

Girl's Night - Jody and Donna ask you for help on a hunt and you all get drunk and call your boyfriend while you're away

Hold Me Together - You're having a hard time trying to hold it together after Bobby's death, but Dean's there to pick up the pieces

× Satin and Denim - You spend some much needed "quality time" with Dean when he come back after being gone on a hunt

× If I Catch You - Dean chasing you through the halls of the bunker in a ghostface mask, what more do you need

Cassette Tape - The story of a gifted cassette tape over the course of you and Dean's relationship

× Hotel Pool - You and Dean enjoy the luxuries of a real hotel, which includes having some fun in the pool and the comfortable beds

Drabbles

4th of July - A 4th of july campfire gets a get a little steamy after everyone goes to bed

* Happy Birthday Dean - Waking Dean up on his b-day for a bj

Lost with You - Getting caught in a storm with your sweet boyfriend

Pretty Green Eyes- I Mean Ties - You find a little present for Dean

Heavier - Dean's reaction to a fem!reader that's a metalhead

Morning After - You're feeling a lot of feels the morning after you and Dean admit your feelings for each other

Trouble - Dean Winchester is a mystery and nothing but trouble

Astrology Breakdowns

Dean Winchester

*I write mostly DeanxReader(romantic) and SamxReader(platonic) fics, feel free to send a request, a prompt or ask a question

** do not plagiarize or republish my work, I will find you

[mylovesstuffs]

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ! @mylovesstuffs Hits 1k Followers ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Celeste's Magic shop :: In celebration of this journey, the blog has opened its doors to requests and confessions! Step inside, pick your token, and leave your wish behind. See details below! ς(>‿<.)

i kid you not, i've been so excited for this day but now i'm overwhelmed by the emotional crash. i hit this milestone a few days ago, but it took me a little time to put everything together [turns out magic shops don’t build themselves]. i started this blog on December 26th, 2024, on a total whim — in fact, i made it within minutes of deciding to. i never imagined how quickly or how warmly things would grow. in just four months, we made it here. i was actually supposed to hit this milestone in early April, but a shadowban snuck in and slowed things down. even so, we arrived a few days ahead of my adjusted prediction, and honestly i’m still wrapping my head around it.

thank you to every single one of you who has read, reblogged, commented, sent asks, screamed in the tags, or just quietly followed along. this corner of the internet became something special because you chose to stop by. i don't think i'll ever stop being surprised that people care about what I write, but you made this silly little blog feel like a place worth staying in. so, i’ll keep writing, as long as you’ll let me.

i don’t know where we’ll go from here, but i do know one thing: we run anyway.

guidelines: • anon and non-anon asks both welcome • open for SEVENTEEN only • track with: #mylovesstuffs 1k milestone magic 🌙 • until: may 25th

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .WISH UPON A STAR. ،♥︎٫

choose from a list of a total of 30 prompts across fluff, angst, and suggestive tones, below [mix of originals + from pinterest]

send me an ✨ emoji + your chosen prompt + a seventeen member. it's not possible to full fill all requests but, i’ll select whichever ideas resonate most.

fluff

falling asleep with heads leaning against each other.

“i could stay like this forever.”

tying his/your [please specify or I'll decide] shoelaces for him/you.

“you have a freckle here—no, wait, let me kiss it.”

you tucked a flower behind his ear

“lets go home. you're freezing, and i don't want you catching a cold.”

“hold my hand or I’ll get lost, and it’ll be your fault.”

“god, i miss you so much.”

he learned to braid your hair

“let me kiss you better.”

angst

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

pretending to be fine in front of the other members.

“it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“i loved you more than you’ll ever know.”

“give me a chance.”

a ring that was never given.

“don’t make me choose between you and my dream.”

“i lost the baby.”

“i wish we’d met at a different time.”

regretfully watching you/them [please specify or I'll decide] fall in love with someone else.

suggestive

you/them teasingly undoing the top buttons of your/their [please specify or I'll decide] shirt.

“make me forget everything else.”

“you think i won’t do it?” — “try me.”

“you're not going out in that outfit.”

trapped between him and a wall.

“you’re so lucky we’re not alone right now.”

“do as i say.”

a game of truth or dare that goes too far.

back hugs that turn into something more.

“if you bite your lip one more time—”

example ask: ✨ fluff prompt 7 + Seungkwan, please.

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .CHARM OF CHOICE. ،♥︎٫

send me an 🪄 emoji + a lyric of your choice + a seventeen member.

example ask: 🪄 “i knew you were trouble when you walked in” i knew you were trouble by Taylor Swift + Mingyu. thank you!

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .SPELL RECIPES. ،♥︎٫

curious about my already released fics and wips [ongoing and/or to be started]? send an 🗝️ emoji + fic/wip title or concept. i’ll answer with fun facts, untold scenes, or future plans, etc. — some peeks into my writing process.

example ask: 🗝️ can we know more about the ‘somewhere before’ ? like what happened after part 2 with y/n and jun?

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .MIRROR MIRROR. ،♥︎٫

want to know which SEVENTEEN member would be your reflection? send an 🪞 emoji + a short description of yourself, and I’ll match you with someone and explain why.

example ask: 🪞 I’m quiet, really love rainy days, and have a huge soft spot for pets, especially a rabbit!

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .SECRET SPELLS. ،♥︎٫

send me an ☄️ emoji + ask me anything! [about my blog, writing process, favorites, life outside tumblr, etc.]

example ask: ☄️ what's your favourite cake flavour? [lol]

note :: for all programs, one request per ask, but you’re welcome to send multiple asks. all fills will be drabbles/ficlets unless the muse takes me further.

〰︎ .FORTUNE TELLER’S GIFT. 〣 ᰵ —

i’m opening the door, just a little, to a universe close to my heart: 🔮 the 14th member au 13+1 verse. a separate masterlist will be created for this world tomorrow [11th May], and her story will unfold from the very beginning.

we’ll be starting at the roots — early life, pre-debut, and present day. i’ll first be sharing basic things like, backstory, and character information, and as we move forward, you’ll see her timeline gradually evolve and be updated, just like it does in real life.

the world is already 90% built in my head, but: you’ll help shape her future. i’ll offer you moments to choose between different paths, decisions, or fates; because this is as much yours to explore as it is mine to tell.

no asks needed for this one; it's a gift from me to you.

thank you for everything; for all the love shown ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

[boombambaby]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL. --- LIKE this post for a little something-something from everyone's favorite, undeniably handsome Emperor, KUZCO!

☀ This could be a one liner, a quote or action based starter, something random I come up with while staring at your characters icon for five minutes, or based on a prompt. That's the beauty of it; it's dealers choice!

I may also pick and choose the verse I use, based on how I think our characters will interact, unless you specify a verse in a comment!

☀ If you are a multi-muse blog, please specify which muse you would like something for in a comment. Otherwise I'll pick one at random, and I don't wanna hear any complain-y about the choice I make. Okay? Noooo complain-y.

By liking this post, (or if you're a side or multi-muse blog, commenting) you are also agreeing to allow ME to do the following; ☀ Tag you in random starters. ☀ Send you RP/Mun memes. ☀ Invade your inbox with random interactions/starters.

Same goes for you ; by liking this, please know that I am happy to have something dropped in my inbox at ANY TIME, or tagged in a meme, or even mentioned in a post between you and another character. The possibilities are endless!

[anothermansjeans]

Hey i hope you get your mojo back! As my personal indulagance which hopefully also help you may i please requeat 6 and 8 from the first random dialoge list with spencer read and an NONbau reader, exstra love if its an neighrbour reader!

Love and kisses ❤️❤️❤️

thank youuuuuu!!!! i also want to apologize-- you didn't specify gn or fem! reader and i was just about done when i realized i did fem!reader, so lmk and i will happily rewrite if needed 🫶

i also don't know how i feel about this but i tried lmao

also only a little proofread...

prompts:

"Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn’t have to completely fall apart."

"This is the one time I’m wishing they’re calling about my car’s extended warranty."

cw: mention of family member dying, the word vomit being used

wc: 920

++

Spencer was very concerned. His neighbor– his very attractive, down to Earth, and kind neighbor– was frantic, eyes sunken, and just wasn't as… present as she usually is. Spencer was concerned.

His concern also may have been a bit biased because of the small crush he harbored for her… but he didn't want to think about that too hard.

He hadn't been around much recently, getting called into the BAU more often than not, but when time did allow him to linger around his building, he would see the distress on her from a mile away. The other day, right before a case, he was locking up his apartment when she was just getting home. It was quiet this time of day, but that was cut short when her phone started to ring.

“This is the one time I’m wishing they're calling about my car’s extended warranty.”

Her disgruntled mumble was pretty soft, and if Spencer wasn't right across the hall from her he wouldn't have heard it. He wanted to see if she was okay, but she answered her phone and he was being asked for his ETA at the BAU.

When that case was finally over, and he was walking back to his place, he suddenly stopped and turned towards her door. There was a package in his apartment that was placed with his mail in the mailroom, and only really looked at it last week; right before he left for a case. He would've given it to her then if he wasn't already late at the time, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving it in front of her door so this was truly the next best thing.

His plan was the following: knock on your door, tell you he has your package in his apartment, grab said package, and then leave with dignity. There was no way he could screw this up.

His knock was soft, but the way she swung open the door was a sharp contrast to that. “Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn't have to completely fall apart oh– you're not the delivery guy.”

Your dejected look caused a small ache in his chest. “No, but the delivery people tend to not come to our doors, they're supposed to stay in the mail room– you already knew that.” He was getting flustered. This was not a part of the plan. “Are you okay?” He couldn't help himself. After seeing the way you were last week, and how that hasn't changed one bit since he was gone… he really wanted to make sure all was well.

She barely waited a moment before answering. “No,” the crack in her voice was evident. “My great aunt passed and she was a horrible person, but the funeral directors were asking me which address to send the urn to and my sister stepped in making sure I didn't put mine down because I’m ‘most likely to lose aunt Pearl’s ashes’ and the rest of my family overheard and started running with the joke. With me being me I wanted to prove them wrong so I did give them my address and I still don't have the urn but they're saying it was delivered and oh my, God, I’m dumping all of this on you.” Her eyes were welled up with tears, and with how wide her eyes became he was surprised the tears hadn't started to fall. “I’m just going to… let you go on with your day. I’m so sorry, Spencer, maybe we can talk to–” she started to close the door, blocking her face that held a worrisome look.

“I have it!” It’s as if he suddenly remembered why he went over there in the first place “I’m uh, I'm assuming I have it…?”

“You do?” Her door was now wide open again, and a spark of hope was shown in her eyes.

“Yeah, that's why I came over here. I just got back from work and wanted to let you know before I grabbed it. They put it with my stuff and I didn't check it until a couple of days ago and then I had a case and–”

“Spencer?” She cut off his worried rambling.

“Yes?”

“Could you grab it please?”

“Oh! Yeah!” He was like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. His legs were not keeping up with his body as he quickly walked over to his place, unlocked his door, and made way for the box over in the corner by his bookcase. “Again, I’m sorry. I’ve been at work more than not recently and I should've brought it over as soon as I knew it was yours but–”

“Oh, I could kiss you right now!” She grabbed the box so fast it could be considered snatching, but Spencer didn't mind.

“Maybe after I take you on a date?” What the hell was that? She was excited, he was flustered, and for him, word vomit was real. “I’m sorry, I have no idea why I–”

“Spencer…” She stopped his worried ramble once again, and Spencer assumed he died and went to Heaven because there was no way the next words out of her mouth were real. “Ask me tomorrow, when I’m not all flustered. I’ll definitely say yes.”

Yeah, he definitely died and went to Heaven, because the next day, he saw her walking back from the grocery store, walked up to her, stuttered through asking her out for real, and she said yes. Just as promised.

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Wowza, 200 of y'all are following me, and I am eternally grateful for all the love and support you've shown me. So I'm doin' a little something as my way of saying thanks!

For this celebration, I'll be taking drabble requests from these prompt lists:

Fluff – cred to @/rowenaluvr

Smut (please don't send #18, I can't write a/b/o LOL) – cred to @/prompt-heaven

When sending your ask, please include:

Prompt # and which list it's from

Preferred character if any (I will only be writing for Caleb, Sylus, and Zayne this time)

Whether you want it written for female reader, male reader, gender neutral reader, or no preference

If you want smut with gn!reader, please specify how you want their genitals to be described (otherwise I will keep it vague)

Please keep in mind that these will be short drabbles rather than full fics—and I reserve the right not to fill a request if I'm uncomfy with it or struggling to write it. If you're wondering about any of my other ask rules/what I don't write, check them out here, but they shouldn't really apply here since I've vetted these prompt lists.

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Hey there, since you’re taking prompts, I’ll go with a kiss to the stomach in Mysterious Lotus Casebook. Thanks!

Ohohoho I like this one. You haven't specified a ship here so I think there will be several in succession. Also this gets a bit NSFW which I suppose isn't surprising given the location of the kiss, although there's nothing terribly explicit.

Knock him off his feet. Put him on the ground. Li Xiangyi's back hits the dirt but he bounces back up, like a child's ball, like always, and like always the smug look on his face is infuriating and intoxicating and it makes Di Feisheng want to punch him in the stomach, so Di Feisheng punches him in the stomach.

Li Xiangyi stumbles back, coughing. He doesn't stop grinning, though. "I feel like you're more irritable than usual today."

Di Feisheng snorts. "Maybe you're more irritating than usual."

"Mm, no, that couldn't possibly be the issue."

Rolling his eyes, Di Feisheng ducks under the sweep of Li Xiangyi's sword and then knocks it out of his hand and knocks him down again and kneels on his shoulders, pinning him to the ground. "Stop talking."

"You're leaving your back open."

"My ears still work."

"You're full of yourself today."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"I didn't say you shouldn't." Li Xiangyi wiggles, trying to free his trapped arms.

Di Feisheng lets out an irritated huff. "It'd be better if you didn't say anything."

At this Li Xiangyi's eyes gleam in a worrying way, and he says, "Why don't you shut me up, then," and pulls his knees up and manages to get his elbows down and shoves upward, sending Di Feisheng tumbling.

They roll through the dirt like scrapping cats, both swords now thrown aside in favor of fists and elbows and nails, beneath their dignity as the foremost martial artists of this era but in some ways far more satisfying and in other ways far more familiar. The first time Li Xiangyi tries to bite him, it nearly catches Di Feisheng off guard--but only nearly, and then he bites back.

When they finally fetch up against a wall of the deserted courtyard in which they've been fighting, Li Xiangyi is on top of him. For a moment they're still, breathing hard, staring at each other, and then Li Xiangyi pitches forward and down and presses his face to the side of Di Feisheng's neck and doesn't bite hard enough to do damage. And then again, farther down, on the crest of the collarbone, and then Di Feisheng's chest where his robes have been knocked askew, and by the time he reaches the stomach his mouth is much softer, and he lifts his eyes to meet Di Feisheng's and says, "Well?"

Di Feisheng barely hears the word over his own heartbeat roaring in his ears, but what he does is, he grabs Li Xiangyi's ponytail and yanks on it and says, "I won't reciprocate in kind, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting."

Li Xiangyi's eyes are dark as anything. "That's fine, I'm sure we can work something else out."

***

The thing is, the intent wasn't to get Fang Duobing out of his clothes, the intent was just medical care, because it's a bad idea to leave a cracked rib unexamined. What the boy was doing getting his rib cracked is a matter to address later, when Di Feisheng's also present be annoyed with, but it needed to be looked at no matter the cause.

Fang Duobing kisses like he's never kissed anyone before, which he probably hasn't. The thought makes Li Lianhua feel like a miserable old lecher stealing something precious, but he's not a good enough person to let that stop him, because the thing is, nobody ever touches him like this anymore. His life isn't without physical contact, but this is the first time in years it's been contact of this nature, someone beautiful and willing shaking himself to pieces under Li Lianhua's hands in a bed not really big enough for two.

He does have that cracked rib, though. Li Lianhua is being very gentle.

"Fang Xiaobao's going to worry me into gray hairs," murmured against the soft flesh of Fang Duobing's stomach.

"I could say the same thing to you," snappishness overlayed by a breathless, stunned tone. Li Lianhua lifts his eyes and Fang Duobing is staring down at him like he's something marvelous, and then looks away with flushed cheeks as soon as their gazes meet.

"And yet I'm not the one with a cracked rib." Li Lianhua tries, not quite successfully, to suppress the upward twitch of his own mouth; he's maybe feeling a little mean right now. "Fang Xiaobao will need to stay very still so that he doesn't jostle it."

***

They started on the ground outside, and then they were on the floor of Lotus Tower, and now they're still on the floor because even the suggestion of using Li Lianhua's bed for this is unbearable. Or at least Fang Duobing can't bear it; Di Feisheng is as unreadable as always--which is to say, not as much as he'd obviously like to think he is, but it's still difficult.

They roll across the wood planks, not accomplishing anything except to tear each other's clothing. Eventually Di Feisheng gets Fang Duobing pinned down and tugs his sash open, nips at his throat and chest and stomach until Fang Duobing gets the leverage to push up and flip them and do the same to him.

It isn't really satisfying for either of them but at the same time it is, a release of something that keeps building up whenever they see each other to once more say, "Any sign of--"

"No."

"Me neither."

"Are you still--"

"Of course I'm still looking."

***

He is pale and delicate, languid with exhaustion and ill-health but no longer dying due to some incomprehensible cure that apparently involved encountering some kind of shaman or witch and having to live in a cave for a while. Wan, frequently breathless.

But alive.

Fang Duobing falls to his knees at the first sight of Li Lianhua, wraps his arms around Li Lianhua's waist and buries his face in old robes worn thin from washing. His mouth moves against Li Lianhua's stomach like kisses as he lets forth a torrent of cursing and scolding at odds with the shakiness of his tone.

He isn't crying. Certainly not. Li Lianhua will never call him on it, especially not when Di Feisheng is already there to call him on it instead and get punched for his trouble.

They both refuse to call him Li Lianpeng, which he accepts with a dizzy laugh. "I'm too used to being Li Lianhua at this point anyway," he says, "I keep having to catch myself when introductions are happening."

Di Feisheng doesn't cry, but, when Fang Duobing has been shooed off to get them all something to eat for dinner he also drops, slumps, presses his face to Li Lianhua's side and lets out a long huff of a sigh and says, "Don't fucking do that again."

"I'd love to know how you think I even could."