Congrats on 100 followers! I'm SO proud of you! Can I please request Sigma with number 1 (Reader is calling Sigma cute)?
"Your cute face, cotton"
ʚїɞ Sigma x Gn!Reader
ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!
ʚїɞ word count: 528
ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified
ʚїɞ UIDBVEJVU THANK YOU ANON!! Your few nice words have more meaning to me than you may think <3
“Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it.”
What do you mean, love?”
Does this man really doesn’t realize how goddamn cute he’s acting!? Everyone keeps looking at him when they notice!
“I mean what I said.”
“Yeah, but what did you mean, [Name]?”
Sigma, contrary to what he thinks, was showing way more excitement than he thought, simply because you gave him the plushie you won at one of the stands at the fair you took him to.
You could see how stressed he was for the past week, and looking at the fact that everything started to calm down 2 days back, you proposed to unwind a little.
You two decided to just take a walk at first, before noticing there’s a fair nearby. At the start, you planned to get only food but upon noticing the bi-colored-haired man's gaze falling onto the multiple plushies in the many stands that were around, you decided to play the games. You promised yourself to win at least once.
For Sigma’s sake, of course.
After quite a lot of (expected) losses, you finally won one of the games. And from what you observed earlier, this one seemed to be the most rigged! Jokes on the owner for believing you can’t win.
“There’s no way you can win my game! For sure not without experience with this specific game.”
Her face was priceless upon the realization that you actually managed to win, without ever playing that game before. You wish you’d have taken a photo.
But how were you supposed to know that the adorable expression on your lover’s face is gonna attract attention?
You chose a panda plushie as your reward, Coincidentally, the colors on the panda are the 2 colors your boyfriend has as his hair, so you decided that it’s perfect.
You turned to him, raised the plushie towards him, and upon noticing his confusion, said “It’s for you, cotton. I thought you may like it.”. His face of pure happiness was worth every yen that went out of your pockets to be used on those goddamn games. The small smile he was trying to hide because he didn’t want to show how happy he was from receiving the plush, the gentle look in his eyes, the way his face softened just a tad bit more than usual around you.
Without your knowledge, some people noticed the exchange, and since they started to stare, others did too, out of curiosity. And before you realized it, there was way more people than you would like, staring at you and your boyfriend.
“I mean that people are staring at us, more specifically at you, because of your cute face, cotton.”
“HUH?!”
That was enough for Sigma to snap out of whatever daze he was in, and look around. Upon noticing all the people around the both of you, a red hue rushed to the man's face, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you away with him out of embarrassment.
“You’re really not helping your case with that blush… cutie-”
“STOP!”
He really needs to stop being this cute, your heart won’t be able to take it one day.
Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
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first line fic game
tagged @dreamsaremywords, @sassymajesty, @dysco-lymonade
rules: don't reblog the first one, make a new post! look at the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any!
1. flowers in your hair : The door chimed, a cheery little note that pulled Lexa out from where she was intently reading, chin propped up in her palms.
2. Good Vibrations : Lexa is staring particularly hard at the one penis-shaped water stain in the damp ceiling, trying her absolute hardest not to eavesdrop on the couple that was standing a stone’s throw away, arguing hotly next to a hot pink, two-foot-long dildo that Lexa would hazard a guess at being at least as large around as her forearm.
3. Call Me By Your Name: The summer night Clarke met Lexa was hot and syrupy, with sunlight streaming in thick buttery ribbons through the dappled olive trees that dotted the Griffin’s family villa.
4. i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart): Eyes watering from the biting cold winds that whipped endlessly through the streets of New York, Lexa toed her shoes off as soon as she had crossed the warm threshold.
5. Can You Feel My Heart?: Slow, fat water drops trailed their way down damp cave walls, wending unsteady paths to join larger puddles quietly gathering in the uneven stone of the floor, shimmering with fading light as the last smudges of daylight scrape against the horizon.
6. deep in our bones the old songs are waking, sing them with voices of thunder and rain: The waves are towering, writhing monsters as they crash over the bow of the ship, the wooden helm creaking ominously as bitingly cold sea water gushes across the already saturated deck.
7. we were born sick, you heard them say it (take me to church): Clarke stepped into the confession booth, feeling the fancy cut glass tremble in her hand as she did so, pulling the worn cotton curtain to safely enclose her from the dark echoes of the silent, empty church pews.
8. if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me, too: Clarke shivers as the wind whips icily around her, pulling her thick black peacoat tighter to her frame as she hunches her shoulders for a brief respite from the chill.
9. House of the Rising Sun: The heat in the south isn’t like other places.
10. What the Ground Gave Us (The Maiden and the Selkie): “Lexa,” Clarke breathes, smiling into the soft skin in front of her as Lexa peppers small, loving kisses over her eyes, her nose, onto the apples of her cheeks.
tagging @butmakeitgayblog @100hearteyes @syngularitysyn a @mozz14 @talktomeinclexa & whoever wants to do it, consider yourself tagged by me [boop], esp because i think most of my tumblr friends have done this!
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soliciting suggestions as to songs (of a folky nature, broadly speaking) you feel might fit a playlist entitled 'The Butcher's Share; Profits and Prices: Who Makes What & What Is Paid By Whom?'
i've got eighteen so far that form a loose 'no ethical consumption-profits valued more than people-dying to make a living-luxuries underpinned by human suffering-status quo of capital-sweeping unsavoury truths under the rug-acceptable losses-outsourced exploitation' thesis
but i'm casting my net wide to other minds who might hold yet-unknown-to-myself gems
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have some out of context Sskk from my main wip because I am physically incapable of writing characters who are not obnoxiously down bad and stupid about it:
“I said we were good for each other, didn’t I? Let me prove it, okay? Tell me what I’m missing.”
“Weretiger,” Akutagawa gasps, flattening himself against the wall. His chin remains high as Atsushi slides his burning fingertip over a wound that nearly stole Akutagawa twice, a wound he held together with his bare hands, skin that should have scarred.
Did the vampirism or the tiger’s power save him from that reminder? Atsushi’s selfish enough to decide it was him, his lifeblood, his power, that saved him from having his death forever engraved in his flesh.
If he thought Akutagawa would allow it, he’d put his mouth there, too. He’s tasted his blood before, cupped his pulse in his hands. Maybe it would settle properly into place, the fact that Akutagaw is alive, if he could just hold that thrumming vein between his teeth.
His hand slaps against wood as Akutagawa moves with inhuman speed, twisting out of Atsushi’s hold. The hair along the back of his neck rises as Akutagawa growls, inhuman and deep.
Atsushi struggles against himself. Claws grow and shrink as he grinds his forehead into the wall where Akutagawa’s spine rested a bare moment ago. He is more than the tiger. He is Atsushi, too.
He can’t pounce, can’t spin on his toe and knock Akutagawa down, pin him in place with claws and teeth and demand answers. Well.
He could. But he won’t.
Yet.
As though his new senses pick up on the direction of Atsushi’s mounting anxiety, Akutagawa speaks.
“I see you, Nakajima.”
Atsushi whirls, gaping, to find a resolute Akutagawa much closer than he’d realized.
“I have honored our promise. I have tried to understand you.” There’s a fire in his eyes, more fire than steel as his chin comes up again, this time in defense. “You have never seen me. This attachment you claim to have developed, it is merely a side effect of your guilt over my death. And I am no longer dead.”
“Oh, I am so going to fucking bite you,” Atsushi seethes past fangs. “You are not this stupid, I know you’re not this stupid.”
Akutagawa sighs, as though Atsushi is somehow the exasperating one. “I’ve never been what you think I am, idiot. I can’t give you what you seek.” He closes his eyes, shoulders tight as he frowns. “I cannot be what you need.”
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