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✯social media au

✯dad!charles leclerc x female reader

✯sophia is a certified daddy’s girl, and charles wouldn’t have it any other way

✯not requested but just felt in the mood for some dad!charles! requests are open as usual 🫶🏻

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MY GIRL ♥︎ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x girlfriend! reader ( she/her )

summary: mick loves his girlfriend, you love your boyfriend. you love each other on valentine’s day.

author’s note: this smau is chaotic, starts with silliness and ends with a piece of my heart, not much fuss. it’s short and sweet, not my best work but one i’ll remember for falling asleep finishing at 6am after surviving a long night at the lab, feeling incredibly tired. so, enjoy <3

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the people you trust the most can betray you i fear

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i’m still hersssss

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then you’re mine because we share everything!!!!

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mickschumacher Happy valentine’s day to the girl who lights up my world. My sunshine. My sweet girl. My purest love. Words will never summarize all you mean to me, you are so unique, so remarkably you. And if you asked me to try and put a name to what I feel, I’d remember this one quote: My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.

I love you. You know I do. I’ve fallen for you and I still do every day. Beyond your boyfriend, I’ll always be someone you can count on. Today, tomorrow, in 10 years, in 50, forever. I will do everything I can to support and love you the way you deserve, appreciate you until I give my last breath. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me in these 3 years of partners and many more of friendship. Thank you for loving me so well, for teaching me what it means to love and be loved.

I hope you are my future as much (& more) as you are my present. Because from what I know about soulmates, you are mine ❤️

February 14, 2024

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FAOTP, FaceTime!

E42!Miles x F!Reader

Basically what the title says

Falling asleep on the phone with Miles(works for both miles, I’m not picky 🥰

PLEASE TELL ME YA SEE WHAT I DID WITH THE PICTURE 🙏🏽 and maybe in the fic itself;)

I present the inspiration for this fic!!

Enjoy loves⭐️

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“Cmon Ma, I promise it’ll be fun”

(Y/N) listens to Miles beg for the one chance opportunity as well as hearing the aggressive pressing of buttons on the controller he was holding.

Falling asleep on call.

(Y/N) isn’t opposed to the idea, if anything she’s all for it. Except for one factor.. Miles snores and more often then not when he’s over it disturbs (Y/N) beauty sleep.

“Miles..no”

Still considering the idea (Y/N) responds nonetheless

“Why~?”

“Cause you snore.. like really loud”

“Nuh uh, do not”

“Do too, I’ll tell you what. You get what you want if we make a deal”

Miles eyes her through his screen skeptical. Now twisting his off his headset and untangling the wire from from one of his twin braids shaking it loose, taking the phone which was propped up on the console.

“‘Nd that would be?”

“Cant flake out on our study dates”

“Pero ma eso no—”

“No buts. We’ve been over this” (Y/N) cuts him off with a click of her tongue

“Fine princesa, You have a deal” he smirks at the screen already getting ready to head to his bed

(Y/N) doing the same.

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(Y/N) was dosing off as Miles passionately expresses about his art, and graphite and how he almost got caught cause his dad wasn’t in duty, instead was at a trip with his mom to San Juan. (🇵🇷)

Miles noticed this

“Hey mami”

(Y/N) takes a few seconds to process with her tired mind and responds with a faint ‘mhm’

“You tired?”

“No no not At all keep going, I enjoy your rambling”

(Y/N) tries to open her eyes completely, even with her futile attempt they go back to the siren shape from when she tired. Miles took a quick screen shot, one where (Y/N) did not notice.

Miles stopped for second to take in the sight of his lover. Shoulder cover in a thick warm comforter, the squeezed peluche under her hold peaking out from between her phone and the herself. And the faint light of her skin glowing in oppose to the light the is emiting

Right when Miles is about to continue his story he hears soft snores. Softly smiling to himself as he watches you sleep.

(I would assume due to Spiderman/prowler duties he doesn’t get much sleep so he’s able to stay up late)

Miles enjoys the moment as an idea pops into his head. He slowly shuffles to grab his phone pressing the + volume and turn off button and starts spamming screenshots of (Y/N) sleeping face to later set as a his Lock Screen.

Sooner or later Miles dozes off muting himself for the upcoming alarm in the morning set for 8:00 am (hate the am like not even tryna quote hobie anymore in really hate waking up early)

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Miles wakes up gets ready to head out, and do his Mile errands while also stopping by (Y/N) dorm delivering her groceries as she usually forgets leaving her to crash at his due to the lack of snacks and food.

He inserts the keycard to enter, now leaving the groceries on the counter as well as his phone and keys to find (Y/N) now exiting her room.

“Goodmorning princess”

“Morning” (Y/N) strutted over to the counter sliding Miles phone from it previous spout while Miles puts away the groceries he got earlier.

“Miles. Que diablo is this.”

“What? You want me to leave my girl starving?”

Miles looks over his shoulder knowing that’s not what his lover meant, just to see (Y/N) on his phone.

Opening the phone with her Face ID, she’s stares wide eyed at the phone, a picture taken back when she was barely awake last night

“Last time falling asleep on the phone with you Morales”

(Y/N) hops outta her seat at the counter heading back to her room, mumbling a bunch of i hate you’s and never again’a

Miles closes the cabinet laughing while trailing after his girlfriend

The phone all forgotten about.

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A Prompt List

Feel free to pick and choose from the list for your own stories, as well as send in requests (view my masterlist for who I write for) with whatever prompts if you please, 🥰

Angst/Fluff/Smut prompts listed. (18+)

Bonus points if you take the assigned genre and flip it 🤔😏

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Angst

“Are you serious?” / “I never wanted this!”

“This was never real, was it?” / “I was just a warm body for those cold winter nights…”

“You are vile…” / “I can’t believe I ever believed someone like you could love me.”

“Nothing good ever lasts.” / “Goodbye.”

“I love you.” / “It’s not enough this time.”

“Please, don’t leave me, we can fix this.” /“You left me first, I’m just finishing the job.”

“I love you Y/N.” / “Why do people only say that to me when they’ve wronged me? Am I not deserving of the guiltless love? Like the ones I see in fairytales, where they get swept away smiling, and not where I curl up to weep in my bed for another damn night.”

“I’m sorry.” / “For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?”

“I can’t even look at you anymore.” / “Please…” / “This is the end for us.”

“I can’t live without you, I won’t survive.” / “Then I guess I’ll be back for your funeral.”

Fluff

“There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this.”

“Everything I do is for you—my beloved.”

*while stargazing* “If I could, I’d rearrange the stars for you, have them map out your face, because a beauty like yours should transcend the bounds of Earth my darling.”

“I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“Did you know that a kiss is worth a thousand words?” / “You should kiss me.”

“You’re the most gorgeous person here.” / “I’d never lie to you darling, god, I wish you could see you the way I do” / “Perfect.”

“Call them —, the worst they could do is say no to you, and trust me, they won’t…” / “They said yes!!!”

“I’ve loved you since the first time I ever laid my eyes on you.” / “Well damn, why’s it taken you so long to make a move then?”

“I can’t believe my cat/dog loves you more than it’s ever loved me.” / “Actually, on second thought it makes sense, you’re far too lovable to even question it; *pets name* you have good taste.”

“I will never tire of watching you sleeping next to me, you’re just so peaceful, and I get to celebrate that you’re all mine.”

Smut

“Careful what you wish for baby, because I’m nothing if not generous…”

“Where should I sit?” / “The couch works just fine, but if you prefer comfort, my face works far better my darling.”

“I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.”

“Fuck me like you mean it —, let everybody know I’m yours before I no longer am.”

“Aww, did my precious little dove think I’d just let that little stunt go?” / “I was hoping so.” / “You’re sadly mistaken toots, now prepare yourself for a long night full of passion, and if you’re lucky—pain.”

“Mommy isn’t very pleased with the outfit you chose to wear tonight, you made those fools think they stood a chance.” / “Maybe they did.” / *incredulous laughter* “Is that right baby? I go on one week long business trip and you just forget who you belong to? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll remind you.”

“Stay still, or I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” / “That’s a good girl.”

“I-I can’t take anymore, please.” / “You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.”

“Kiss me, please.” / “Is that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?” / “N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic.”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll be doing it myself!” / “I’m coming!” / “No, I am!”

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[Here we go! @flufftober Spring Edition 2024! Thank you for the prompt 🥰 March 11th - New Beginnings]

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

tw/cw: Sexual content, blood, blood drinking, past abuse, cptsd, choking kink, interrupted masturbation, alcohol, light hurt/comfort

Late in Act III, Astarion finds Vistri cuddling with his old shirt alone in their rooms at the Elfsong.

LATE ACT III SPOILERS!

“...And gave him a taste of a flaming fist! ” Karlach howled, leading the whole tavern in laughter.

Other mugs echoed her pounding on the bar with a dull, banging rhythm. Little golden drops of mead spilled over the tops, dripping down the glasses and mixing with condensation.

Astarion personally never tired of this story of hers. A Flaming Fist had been inappropriately whistling at Shadowheart, and Karlach responded by knocking the man flat on his ass in one swing. While Astarion smiled quietly and nostalgically at her recollection of those events, the other tavern patrons, who’d never heard it before, were an eager and raucous audience.

Shadowheart’s face turned Karlach’s color. Shouting over the Elfsong’s laughter, she protested, “I could have handled it myself. Really!”

Wyll threw an arm over her shoulder, “Come, come, Shadowheart. Was it not a bit satisfying for such a gallant devil to step in and exact your revenge?”

A huge smile spread over her face, “Galant devil could describe any of us.”

Astarion raised his glass, “Cheers!”

Wyll met his delicate wine glass with his own burly mug of mead. Unprepared for how much enthusiasm Wyll would use, Astarion ended up with red all down his front. A collective groan sounded along with wild laughter.

“It’s all right,” he assured Wyll, whose eyes were apologizing faster than his mouth could move.

“Astarion, I’m so—”

Funny thing, how such a sight affected him. Astarion wasn’t used to apologies. Or friendships for that matter. Wyll’s genuine sorrow over such a small inconvenience was like a hearty meal to a starving soul. He couldn’t let the apology continue. It was too painful to witness.

“No, no! It’s all right,” Astarion insisted, “Please don’t put yourself out. I’ll just go change. This tunic is hideous anyways.”

It wasn’t. It was a pretty blue thing with silver thread. But there was a prettier blue thing with silver scales waiting for him upstairs in their rooms, one he was eager to get back to.

Vistri was having a lie down. She wasn’t sick, just exhausted. Her body was fine, but her mind was ragged. Astarion was only reluctantly dragged from her side through her stubborn, repeated insistence to be left alone for a little while. He had the sense she’d been saying it more for his sake than hers. She didn’t want to be the reason why he didn’t spend time with the others.

“You say no one else has my heart, but they do!” she’d said, “You do!”

He’d frowned at the way she used his own words against him. Especially so inaccurately. Astarion was right, there was no one else like her. He’d stand by that forever.

“That’s not—!”

“Yes, it is! Go down there and have fun. Let them earn your trust as I have.”

Raising his brow, he left her with one last tease, “Certainly not in the same way you have?”

His charm wasn’t enough this time. He was dismissed.

Let the others in .

Well, he’d gone down with the others, had a bit of fun, and now he was covered in wine. He had the perfect excuse to go back up and check on her. The fretting in his stomach turned into excitement. 

So much had changed in so little time, after two centuries of endless, torturous consistency, spilled wine was now just spilled wine. He would just change his clothes, maybe wash up a bit, and there would be more waiting for him to wear. Choices.

Sewing was a skill Cazador forced on all his spawn. Keeping them all as cheaply as possible, they had to make every article of clothing last. No matter the care, or the tending, their clothes always ended up degrading into rags and tatters. Astarion was almost jealous of the way his outfits got to age and die. They had a temporal escape, while his torture was bound to be endless.

It also had the side benefit of shame. Sewing was for servants. It reminded the spawn of who they were.

Now that was all over. Cazador was gone. Ended by his hand.

And he had so many new clothes.

He had choices. How bizarre! Astarion was sure he’d forgotten how to make them.

And then he chose her.

A smile brewed on his face just at the mention of her in his thoughts. He took to the steps three at a time, surely looking absolutely ridiculous. He didn’t remember much from his life before undeath, but the more time he spent away from Cazador, the more he realized how much his desire to avoid appearing foolish was part of the weight of those old chains. If he tripped and fell on his face, he would probably laugh from the rebellious feeling of it.

The tadpoles brought him the sun and then Vistri. She helped him find love, true freedom, and then true love.

He decided looking a fool was worth it the moment he stepped through the door. His eyes found her immediately on one of the sofas by the fireplace. The dancing reflections of the flames rolled over the silver scales on her brow in waves. He could see it from the door. She was lying down; her eyes opened at the sound of his entrance.

She seemed a little shocked, “Astarion!”

“Hello, dear!” he greeted with open arms and a wide smile. It felt like ages since they’d been in the same space.

Although, reading her expression, he was a little worried she wasn’t as happy to see him.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, “Are the others—?”

“Just me,” he stated, then dramatically drew attention to his ruined shirtfront, “I’ve been decorated with libations! I need to freshen up. Is that all right?”

“Of course it’s all right! Don’t be silly.”

Vistri was a sorcerer; she was used to her thoughts becoming reality. But her mind was reeling from his sudden appearance. Like he’d stepped from her thoughts, but with an entirely different attitude. The Astarion in front of her was all lightness and soft good-humor. The one in her head was a whole other, harder side of his.

Their storage trunk was near the fireplace as well, by the other sofa. As Astarion walked towards her to rifle through it, she slowly removed her hand from between her legs, careful not to let the movement show under the blanket, which wasn’t even a blanket, but his old shirt.

Gods! It couldn’t be more embarrassing.

He came over to her first, bending down to plant a gentle kiss on her damp forehead. Astarion looked at her curiously, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Vistri nodded, humming a high-pitched, “Mmmm-hmmm.”

His brow was all questioningly screwed up, but he decided to drop it, and started unbuttoning his tunic.

Vistri subtly wiped her fingers on her thigh, then sat up, “Here, let me help you.”

“I’ve got it love,” he insisted, “You just lie down. Say… Why aren’t you in our bed?”

The way she smiled and repeated the words, “Our bed,” in that bright tone allayed all Astarion’s fears in an undead heartbeat. He was welcome. She was just as happy to see him as he was her. Poor love was just worn out.

He sighed and bent back down to kiss her. Her pulse pounded, he could feel it rush at the brushing of his lips. A rumble brewed in his middle and his fangs ached. She gave a little moan without meaning to, losing herself in the power of his affection.

“Don’t get too excited,” he teased, “I’m only here for a moment.”

“Why only a moment?” she asked genuinely.

With a smile, he tucked her braid behind her ear, “Didn’t you want to be alone?”

Her eyes were wide, like a begging dog, “I can be alone with you here.”

Astarion froze. He swallowed heavily, then giggled, “What a silly idea! Doesn’t that defy the whole concept of being alone?”

She pouted, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he scoffed, sitting down next to her, “I can be—Hang on!”

Upon reaching for her hand, he finally noticed her blanket. Her expression filled with panic at his recognition, and too late, she tried to hide it.

He chuckled with sinister delight, “Why, is this my—?”

“No!” she stubbornly refused.

“Bloody liar! ” he laughed.

“It’s not!”

Vistri was cuddled up with his old shirt. She must’ve taken it out of the trunk and sat down nearby.

“That’s why you’re not in bed! You came over here for my shirt!”

Blushing deeply, Vistri was struggling to accept her fate. She couldn’t get out of talking about her feelings now. Eventually, she admitted, “...I did.”

His query was meant to tease, but there was something… raw and needy in his voice that made it something entirely different, “You were…”

She was nuzzling his old rags like they were something precious. Intentionally. Used her alone time to fish it out of the stuffed trunk, and secretly treasure it. While he was just downstairs in the tavern, missing her, she was up here longing for him.

“You were holding onto my old shirt?”

Vistri rolled her eyes and groaned. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

“It’s ridiculous!” she exclaimed.

Astarion made a “tsk” sound and smirked, “Aw, don’t reject it now, darling. My poor shirt! You’ll hurt its feelings.”

“No! I don’t want that!” she whined, as if that were something possible to really do.

He held it away from her reaching grasp, “Nuh, uh! Apologize first.”

“Astarion!”

“That’s my name, dear. Not an apology.”

Vistri frowned. Astarion leaned in and kissed it into a smile.

“I hate you!” she giggled, playfully pushing him off her.

“I hate you too,” he said lovingly, “Now! Walk me through the process of deciding to take out my shirt. Was this before or after you shooed me away?”

“Must I?”

Savoring the look on her face, he nodded, “You must, dearest.”

She bit her lip, “Okay. Ugh. Fine. You left and I…”

“You what?”

“I missed you! ”

“Hah!” he boasted.

“Arsehole!”

“An arsehole you love to kiss,” he grinned, “Shall I call you butt breath?”

“No!” she protested, laughing, “Please no!”

“Here,” Astarion handed her his old shirt, “Hold this.”

He stood and finished undoing his tunic, then threw off the soiled shirt underneath. Bare-chested, he climbed over to her side.

“Scoot over,” he demanded.

“There’s no room!” she laughed.

He pulled her tight once his body was flush against hers, “We’ll make it work.”

Vistri felt dizzy. Like she was flying.

“Okay.”

Not letting it go, Astarion asked, “So you missed me, and then what happened?”

With his fingers absently drawing figures on her waist, Vistri had no fight left. Sighing, she continued to expose herself, “I started thinking about… When we met, and I first saw you.”

“How you adored me instantly?”

“No, actually. How much I despised you. Like really, really just wanted to… shake you.”

“That’s so romantic.”

She chuckled, “I’m sorry. It’s horrible, but it’s true. But then… I also…” She shifted so they were chest to chest, and she could look at his face as she spoke. Without thinking, her nose nuzzled his as she admitted, “I really liked you.”

He sort of snorted and sighed and called out in the same second, like a baby that didn’t know if it was hungry or tired or perfectly content. That didn’t know whether to coo or cry.

“You did?” he asked, heart on his tongue.

Nodding, Vistri admitted it all, “I think I’ve come to learn… It wasn’t you I was mad at, but everyone else you reminded me of. And part of me knew that, and the unfairness of it made me hate myself more.”

“Wanna know a secret?”

“What?” she chuckled.

“I hated myself and liked you too.”

Grinning, she humorously exclaimed, “And that’s why we had sex!”

Astarion gave a hearty laugh. It was rich and deep, and sounded like relief from a long-ago burden.

Instead of joining his mirth, Vistri’s expression grew more serious, “I don’t believe there’s a single thing I could hate about you. Not now that I know you.”

“Not a single thing?”

“Impossible.”

He caressed the length of her ear, gentle like a caretaker, then kissed her cheek.

“So what was that you were saying, about thinking of how much you hated me when we first met?” he whispered, stroking the side of her face with the tip of his nose.

“I didn’t hate you, I was falling in love. That’s what I was thinking of. Falling in love.”

“With me?”

She laughed, “Who else?”

He kissed her forehead, waiting with bated breath for her to continue.

She breathed deeply, leaning into his kiss, “I wanted to run down and get you, but we can’t be together all the time.”

“Who says?”

Chuckling, she shook her head, “We can’t!”

“And the next best thing was my shirt?”

“The one I met you in.”

He’d almost thrown it out. Now that he had new clothes, he no longer needed Cazador’s old rags.

But he couldn’t. And he was glad he didn’t.

“And then you just decided to relax here? And daydream about me?”

“Uh…” she said way too awkwardly for him to just accept.

Brow raised, Astarion repeated, “‘Uh? ’”

“It’s just so incredibly lame!” Vistri looked horrified.

“Then I have to hear it!” he giggled, thrilled to have her in this little trap she set up herself.

“I was… Oh gods! ” she rolled her eyes, “Can I just… tadpoles?”

He laughed, “It’s so embarrassing you can’t speak it?”

“Yes.”

Laughing even harder, he agreed. He put his forehead to hers even though they didn’t need touch for brainworm-to-brainworm communication. Relaxing into his embrace, she let her memory play out through his senses.

Vistri was thinking of him, and Astarion found beauty in himself he could only see through her eyes. Like freedom, it was overwhelming. A goodness he could drown in. That she could drown in. He was her, and she was him.

Knots in her stomach, tied like strings of fate, spelling his name in her blood.

Rushing, pounding, flowing. Her heart.

Stillness. Serenity. Bliss.

After lying down on the couch, she held his shirt to her face and breathed into it. Even washed, it smelled like him. Like his heat and his lusts and his heavy soul. She kissed its loose threads like it was his chest, where his heart was. Imagined his arms around her like they were now.

Astarion felt Vistri loving him; fell into her blurred line of desire and devotion. He could taste it on her tongue as he kissed her now and felt her love him through that too. Past and present blended, and they shared all of it like one being. In her memory, her hand traveled between her legs at the thought of his laughing face. Then there was the sincerity in his eyes as they both kneeled over his grave. I want you, spilling out of his lips. She was touching herself, thinking of him, adoring him, with the shirt she’d met him in clutched to her throat. As they lived through it together on the same sofa, he kissed her again and again.

She didn’t even mean to break the connection, but his mouth was too distracting. He just couldn’t help himself. It felt like coming home after two centuries.

“How rude,” he muttered, “I seem to have interrupted.”

“It’s fine,” she said breathlessly, “I’m glad you came back.”

He chuckled warmly, “Darling I was just downstairs. At your insistence!”

“I know,” she said plainly, holding him tighter.

His heart ached, still absorbing what he’d just felt and seen through her memory, “You… Thinking about me–how you love me–makes you…?”

Unable to look at him, she buried her face in his chest, “I told you it was lame!”

Helping her out of hiding, he lifted up her chin, “I don’t think it’s lame.”

His tone sounded like he thought it was the most extraordinary thing. A miracle that couldn’t even be perceived, even with it plainly in front of him. It tore her heart open, but filled it rather than took.

Astarion kissed her neck, “I think it’s quite hot actually. Makes me want to finish what you started.” Vistri felt the heat of her blush again, and he moaned, “Fuck! I love when your blood rushes.”

He scraped his fangs hungrily against her skin. Her heart grew heavy with the weight of his need. She wanted to be the reason he felt better. Stronger.

“Go ahead, Astarion,” she said comfortingly, “Have a bite.”

He kissed her neck, from her chin down to the base of her throat, and bit into the muscle that connected her shoulder. Vistri gasped, surrendering to the sharp pain, and to him, leaning into his bite. Her blood dripped between them as it rolled messily off his lips.

Just allowing himself a taste, Astarion released Vistri from his fangs, licking up the remnants and kissing her wound until it closed. The hunger wasn’t sated, but he was dizzy with power nonetheless.

“Are you all right, love?” he asked, still concerned despite knowing how much she loved it.

“More than all right! Are you—?”

He met her warm smile with one of his own, “More than all right.”

“Good.”

No other partner ever cared. Neither had ever been asked genuinely what they wanted or who they were. No one else but them, making such questions a lyrical aphrodisiac for them to exchange.

Astarion could read her arousal in a thousand different languages. His tongue could feel it in her frantic heartbeat. His teeth could smell it in her glistening sweat. She was a meal ready to be devoured, prey begging to be taken. His hands traveled along her waist, and she twitched pleasantly. All the places that usually tickled made her shiver with want.

Vistri was always so ecstatic that it was him touching her this way, and no one else, that her skin would cry if it could. He could have clumsy hands and awkward touches, and still his embrace would make her shake. Astarion could easily bring ecstasy to her, even if he didn’t know what he was doing, just because it was him.

But gods did he know what he was doing! He played her body like it was one of her instruments, and all he did was fondle her torso.

His fingers lingered just under her waistline as he rubbed his arousal against her thigh. Throbbing under his pants, Astarion let his hand dive into her knickers. The wet lace made him groan.

“You’re soaking,” he sighed, licking his lips, “Might I have another taste?”

Whimpering as he teased her sensitive skin with brushing fingertips, Vistri pleaded, “Yes!”

First, he undressed her one article at a time, unwrapping her like a gift.

It was better than being alone. The whole purpose of her rest was to not think. She didn’t want to disappear, not anymore. She wanted to be present, but out of her head, and this was so much better. However, her heart still ached and missed him. Demanding more touch, more feeling. 

Being wanted by Vistri was the prettiest sight. Astarion had only ever known admiration, not adoration. Images of her in her memory ran through his mind; and with them came echoes of her emotion as she’d nuzzled into his old shirt, desperate for his lingering smell, pretending it still held his warmth. As the monster in his head screamed to devour her, he slid a finger up and down her soaking slit.

Following the roll of her hips, he almost lost himself in their rhythm as he teased her clit. Her desire was one he’d never known, a love he’d never felt. Vistri gave herself to everyone, but never like this. It was the same for him. Everyone had him, but no one knew him like this. Between them, old habits were entirely new.

Crawling his way down her legs, he had another taste. Vistri’s hands caressed his head and her fingers wrapped around his ears in a way that made him hum with security.

She cried out at every lash of his tongue.

He whined licking her, the rushing blood just under her skin overwhelmed his senses as much as her taste. It made him feel alive. Pangs of need made his fingers tremble as they pushed into her, stretching her. She moaned, a song promising this would always be his. He wanted to fuck her until he saw stars.

And it felt good to want. The desire he felt was his. All his.

“Astarion,” she called out his name in a breathy voice, her body tensing with pleasure. Even without tadpoles, he knew how close Vistri was.

The next words from her lips yanked his heart out of his chest and brought it to his sleeve.

“Yours. I’m all yours.”

He’d planned to pleasure her in so many ways, but those words took away his will to perform. They didn’t need ecstasy as much as each other. She’d touched herself thinking of his laugh and his expressions; of his being, not his figure. Vistri just wanted him.

Lifting his head up, he asked, “Can I—?”

“Get back here!”

She pulled on his shoulders as he rushed to her lips, climbing her torso. She was so small, but it felt like miles. Ages until they were face to face.

His mouth was like a bully, commanding hers about. Vistri struggled with things like self love and acceptance, but could adoringly savor her taste on his tongue. It was so sweet mixed with his underneath. Astarion took her by the wrist to rub her hand along the outside of his trousers, almost growling as rutted into her palm. Being used by him was the best thing in the world, just as being used by others was the worst. Her ecstasy from it was as sharp as her bruised soul.

One long, deep, “Uuuuh,” from Vistri was the final snap in Astarion’s composure. One hand went to her neck as the other started undoing his laces. 

He licked along her jaw, and spoke in the crook of her throat as it called to him, “Do you know what it means? When you say you’re all mine?”

“I know what it means,” she looked him squarely in the eyes, seriously, which was unusual for either of them, “I say it because I know what it means.”

When there was enough give, Astarion pulled his trousers and pants down in one motion, just far enough to reveal himself. He spread her thighs apart and rubbed his aching cock along her belly to show off how deep he’d go.

Writhing, wanting him, she uttered, “Fuck, I love you.”

Astarion buried himself in her, saying he loved her too. Vistri screamed his name so loudly it probably answered what was taking him so long to change to the others downstairs.

“Wait, is the door locked?” he asked, suddenly remembering.

Vistri groaned, realizing it wasn’t, “Shit. Nooo.”

It was a rare occasion for their rooms at the Elfsong to be empty of everyone but them. Anyone could come back at any time, and they were in the middle of the room.

“Well, we don’t want to make an unsuspecting audience out of Shadowheart’s parents. Do we?”

Cackling, she suggested, “Or Withers.”

Astarion giggled, “Old bastard might try to join.”

Vistri’s laughter made her shake and pulse so pleasantly on his cock, he didn’t want to leave.

“Go lock it,” she could barely get the words out, overtaken by hilarity. Like she was wearing that cursed amulet again. 

Sighing with frustration, he reluctantly pulled out of her and got up, tearing the rest of clothes off of his legs. Her slick covered his whole length, making the air cool on his dick as it bounced with his steps.

At the sound of the lock snapping shut, Vistri stupidly called out, “Please!”

He stood by the door smiling with his arms crossed, “Please, what?” The crimson-violet scream of his skin, his retreated foreskin, and the precum pooling at his tip betrayed his casual nature.

“Fuck me!” she begged.

He smirked and held up two fingers.

Vistri buried her face in the side of the sofa to hide her laughter, “I cannot stand you!”

Wishing to see her face again, Astarion dropped his game and broke into a full run. She squealed as he leapt to her, and then cried out as he tore through her again. He savored the look on her face. Her eyes spilled the truth of her heart. Their expression exposed her even though she wasn’t trying to hide anything. Vistri belonged to him, gave herself over to him to use and take care of at whatever whim. As long as she was his .

“What was that about not being able to stand me?” he smirked, distracting himself from the pleasure shaking his spine like a tree in a rough storm. He wanted Vistri to find ecstasy at least once before giving into his.

Running her hands along his chest and stomach made him almost whimper. Vistri licked his earlobe and kissed his ear before whispering, “I lied. I actually adore you, and want you all the time.”

Roughly, he pushed her down into the sofa. He wrapped a big hand around her delicate neck and held it firm, like a brace. Slowing his thrusts to an unbearably slow pace. A teasing rhythm.

“Do you adore me now?” he asked. It was impossible for even Astarion to tell if he was asking out of seduction or sincerity.

“Even more,” she promised.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “Turn around.”

After tucking pillows, and his old shirt, under Vistri for a better angle, Astarion playfully bounced his hard cock against her ass. They both laughed at the smack, but grew serious as he began to touch her from behind. She rocked back into his palm so deliciously he had to angle himself against her. With a slight push, he was covered to the hilt. They shivered in tune with each other. Vistri felt ripped open at his thrust; his hands firmly holding onto her hips grounded her.

She reached back for one of them, and his finger twisted around one of hers as they met.

He froze, “Is this still what you want?”

“It is all I want,” she answered, caressing his finger.

Even though Vistri couldn’t see his smirk, she could hear it, “Then let’s give the others an update on our whereabouts.”

He roughly pumped his hips, angling deep.

“Astarion!”

He wanted them to hear it, everyone her voice could reach; hear the news that she was his. Going faster made her louder.

“Astarion! ” 

“Yes,” he groaned, as he felt her tightening around him, “Yes.” It was a word he wasn’t used to meaning, and the truth of it felt like the sun tingling like home on his skin.

Gasping through the edges of death, in unison, too quickly, they cried out.

Astarion wanted to see the stars, and there they appeared behind both their eyes. They never really knew why it was called a little death before they met. It became clear the first time they transcended flesh and spirit together under the thrall of an all-consuming ecstasy. In that bliss, they were gone from the world, and in coming back to it, were reborn into their shaking embrace.

He rocked his hips gently, even when there was nothing left to spill into her. Just because he didn’t want the moment to pass yet.

As Astarion sat back on his knees, Vistri turned around and covered his face with a flurry of breathless, grateful pecks. He chuckled, and wrapped his arms around her. Vistri threw hers over his shoulders too and pulled him tighter.

“Never leave me alone again,” she half-joked.

Astarion was so happy his words had a sobbing laugh under them, “Oh, I’m never leaving you alone again!”

They squeezed each other even closer at the same time. Never wanting to let go.

Miraculously, nothing got on the couch. So all they had to clean off was each other. After freshening up, they crawled into their bed. Which wasn’t really their bed. It was rented. But, unless tents and bedrolls counted, this bed was the first sort of home they’d claimed together.

“This is my favorite part,” she said as she nuzzled into his chest.

“What are you talking about?”

Vistri hummed happily and sighed, running her fingers along his arm, “This.”

Smiling, he bent to kiss her head. She gave another happy hum.

“You’re perfect,” she said.

“No, I’m not,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

Looking up, she poked him on the nose and refuted his denial, “Yes, you are!”

Astarion smirked and made a show of trying to bite her finger. Vistri squealed, laughing.

“No, don’t bi—”

A series of loud, rapid bangs on the door snatched them from their lighthearted moment, and instinctively, they got ready to fight. Each made a protective gesture over the other. Astarion sat up and pulled her closer by the waist, as she positioned her body in front of his.

Drunken shouts answered them before they could call out and ask who was there.

“—en it!”

“‘S’locked! ”

“OY! WHY’S THE DOOR SHUT?!” That would be Karlach.

Vistri smirked at Astarion.

Brow raised, he remarked, “Looks like this time, we forgot to unlock the door.”

She snickered, “Ready to let them in?”

He made a show of thinking about it for a moment as kicks and insults shook the door, “Hmmm, I don’t know. I think we should make them wait.”

The burst of laughter that left Vistri was loud enough for the others to notice, and the muffled shouting now included their names.

Astarion rolled his eyes and got out of bed, “You’ve done it now, love.”

As he walked to the door, he took a look back at Vistri, who had sunk back into their bed, holding her sides in a laughing fit. He felt as free as she sounded, and so full of happiness Astarion couldn’t feel his feet on the ground.

Vistri was wearing his old shirt. She’d insisted on changing into it when they got dressed. Telling him she didn’t want to spend a second without him wrapped around her.

The sight made him smile so broadly his cheeks ached.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Merry Christmas @mothwingwritings!! Love you so much 🥰🎄

Baki Short Stories: Christmas Treat

Kaioh Retsu (slight yandere) x Afab Reader

A tan hand ran through soft locks of hair. Retsu admired (your name) as she soundly slept, his eyes filled with admiration. She had been working so hard as of late…

Retsu rose up from the bed to sneak into the kitchen to do the dishes for her. His heart filled with love while he began the tedious task of tackling the dishes. He’d make breakfast for her in bed as well… he wanted her to know she was appreciated.

Retsu began to get to work, the man hummed a soft tune under his breath. Anything for his precious darling.

.

.

.

Now to wake up on Christmas morning to her beloved husband was a gift in itself but it would appear that Retsu had cooked all of her favorites.

“Good morning, Bǎobèi.” Retsu beamed as he ran his fingers across her cheek. “I wanted to do a bit for you since you’ve been working so hard.”

“Oh darling… you didn’t have to-“ Retsu placed a finger on (your name)’s lips to pause her complaints.

“Shh. You deserve this.” Retsu went to the other side of the room to pull out the lap table from their shared closet. He then made his way over to her to set it up on her lap. “I made us breakfast in bed because you’ve been so tired.”

“Darling, you spoil me-“ Retsu put his finger on her lip and shushed her which made (your name) giggle. He was so cute.

“No complaints. Just accept my good will. Accept my love, bǎobèi.” Retsu nodded his head and placed the traditional breakfast in front of her. “I even brewed one of your favorite teas for you. So let’s enjoy breakfast together.”

(Your name) smiled warmly at her husband, the young woman leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best. How did I land such a perfect man?”

Retsu smiled, his eyes became dark for just a brief moment but then they went back to normal. “By being you. You’re so wonderful… I’ll never let you go a day without my love.”

“Well, you’re my everything so I’d hope not.” (Your name) giggled even more when Retsu planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bǎobèi.” Retsu then mumbled softly under his breath, “More than anyone else.”

[forever-rogue]

if you do go ahead with some soft single dad steve, I'd love to see either: if baby’s an infant, steve sneaking out of bed in the morning to feed her and they both fall back asleep together in the process, or if she’s older, steve caring for her when she’s gotten hurt and needs a bandaid on her knee and a pep talk. or! he comforts her back to sleep after a nightmare

AN | Yeah, okay, single dad Steve already has my heart! Here’s a lil something! 🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve Harrington never thought he'd end up as a single father. A father, yes, absolutely, that's something he'd dreamed of forever. But a single one? Not so much.

But here he was, the only parent to his almost year old baby girl. It was rough - so fucking rough - but he wouldn't have changed it for the world. He loved her more than anything, and despite the hardships, he would have gone through all of it over and over just to have her. 

He'd heard the beginnings of her crying start to crackle over the baby monitor and as much as he wanted to sigh and be annoyed, he didn't allow himself to do it. Sure, he was tired as hell and wished he could just stay in bed, but she wasn't to blame. She was just a baby who couldn't express her needs in any other way.

He padded down the hall, a warm bottle in his hand and eyes heavy with exhaustion. But then he saw her face, her pouty little lips and eyes that matched his own and suddenly things didn't seem so bad.

Steve had turned on one of the nightlights, and a soft golden was cast around the nursery. He reached in the crib and gently picked her up before cradling her against his chest.

"Little Miss Daisy Mae," he cooed softly as he kissed her chubby little cheeks, "it's okay, baby girl. Daddy's got you."

She quieted down almost immediately, the corners of lips pulled into a gummy smile. Any annoyance he’d felt at being woken up dissipated at the sight of daughter. He sat down in the rocking chair and made sure they were both comfortable before offering her the bottle, which not surprisingly, she was eager for. 

He sang softly to her, tunelessly but with his best effort; it wasn’t like she minded. She just loved being held by Steve, already a daddy’s girl. She would have been, you were sure, regardless of whether or not Steve was her only parental figure. 

Once she finished eating, he set the bottle down and pulled the soft blanket from over the chair and covered both of them up. He wanted to go back to bed, but he didn’t want to leave her and he still worried that she was too small to bring into bed with him and that somehow he would crush her. Instead, he opted to stay right where he was, rocking gently with her in his arms.

Eventually sleep overtook both of them, and he fell asleep with her in his arms. Which is exactly how you found them a few hours later when you got up for the day and did what you always do first - check on the baby. You’d found it odd that she hadn’t cried or needed anything during the night, but chalked it up to her being extra tired. Little did you know Steve had beaten you to the punch. You might have been his live-in nanny - something you both benefited from with you getting to live in his house for free and him getting someone to help when he needed it - but you’d fallen in love with his daughter in almost no time. Him too, but that was a whole other story. 

The blanket had fallen to the floor so you swooped in and picked it up before gently placing it back over them. Steve opened his eyes and gave you a sleepy smile before moving to get up, but you were quicker and put your hand on his shoulder to keep him down. 

“‘s okay,” you whispered so you wouldn’t wake Daisy up, “stay with her and I’ll make breakfast. I’ll take her when its ready so you can eat and shower, okay?”

He gave you a sleepy little nod before closing his eyes again and deciding to take advantage of your help, “you’re an angel, sweetheart.”

[wolfckay]

I love the AU trope. I love drawing crossovers and I’ll never get tired of them. I love seeing my favs in other stories, it fulfills me with joy 🥰💕💕

[glatisant-questing]

Saito's Short Story from the Manyo no Shou Special Edition Booklet

Saito’s story is simply hilarious and I greatly enjoyed translating it. Have fun reading this one! 🥰 (All the emoji/kaomoji are my own additions. They are not in the original text.)

(This is… What should I do?! 〣( ºΔº )〣) 

On a certain afternoon, I was asked by Vice Commander Hijikata to summon Yukimura  Chizuru. I went to her room and called out to her through the shoji. Since there was no answer, I called out again just in case, and opened the door. And then there was the sight of Yukimura sleeping with an innocent, baby-like face.

 (Why is she sleeping when it’s still bright outside?) 

She never napped at this time of the day, at least not since she started living at the Shinsengumi headquarters.

 (She must be tired from all the hustle and bustle recently, with the moving of the headquarters and the new recruits joining the Shinsengumi. But how defenseless she is, falling asleep like this. There are many soldiers in this headquarters who don’t know her true identity…) 

Anyway, since the Vice Commander told me to summon her, I have to wake her up. 

(She looks so comfortably asleep. I feel a bit sorry to wake her up) 

“Hmm… cough.” 

I coughed first and waited for her to wake up, but——

“zzz…” 

She didn’t seem to wake up, and just kept breathing, relaxed in her sleep. 

In that case—

“Hmm… cough.”

I decided to cough louder than before. But still, I couldn’t feel any sign of her waking up.

(Why won’t she wake up? If it was the usual Yukimura, she would wake up right away. Could it be that she is way too exhausted?) 

If that’s the case, I am reluctant to force her to wake up and take her to the Vice Commander. 

(Then, what should I do…? Should I go back to the Vice Commander’s room and report the situation as it is?) 

But I immediately dismissed that idea. 

(No, I can’t do that. If I tell the Vice Commander the truth, he might say “What is she doing, sleeping at this time?” and scold Yukimura.) 

But still, even if I did make a sound, she didn’t seem to wake up. 

(Then… do I have no choice but to shake her awake?)

I thought that and reached out to her, but…

“Hmm…” 

Yukimura stirred slightly with her eyes closed, so I hastily backed away and kept enough distance to avoid being misunderstood. 

“S-sorry! I’ll have you know, I wasn’t thinking of anything shady. The Vice Commander told me to come and get you!”

I hurriedly tried to explain why I was here, but… 

“Hmm, hmm…?” 

At that moment, Yukimura’s eyelids twitched slightly. I realized that I had woken her up because I was loud and couldn’t help but regret it inwardly. 

Soon, Yukimura’s eyes opened and she looked at me with a dazed gaze.

“Ah, Saito-san? Why are you here…” 

Yukimura’s big eyes blinked several times. 

Driven by the urgency to explain why I was here, I blurted out. 

“I never meant to intrude here with ill intentions! I apologize for entering your room without permission, but I called out to you once from behind the door—no, twice. But since there was no reply, I just opened the shoji to check on you! Do you understand what I’m saying?🥺” 

“Y-yes! I understand. I’m sorry for not noticing your presence sooner.” 

Yukimura bowed her head in embarrassment.

Seeing her like that, I felt rather guilty instead. 

“No… you don’t have to apologize.” 

“No, that’s not…” 

Yukimura just bowed her head and the conversation came to an end.

 (This is bad. This is not Yukimura’s fault. Why can’t I handle this situation well? At least, I have to tell her that she’s not to blame.) 

As I muttered words of self-reproach in my mind, I noticed that Yukimura was staring at me. 

“What is it?” I asked.

“Ah… Saito-san, you had something to tell me, right?” 

With that question, I finally remembered why I came here.

“Ah, the Vice Commander said he had something to tell you. Probably, he wants to hear about the progress of the treatment of the soldier who was injured the other day.” 

“I see. Then, I’ll hurry over. Thank you for letting me know.” 

Yukimura said that and bowed her head slightly. 

“I’ve delivered the message. Well, I’m going now.” 

I said that and stood up. 

But just before leaving the room, I thought to myself.

 (Isn’t it too unsympathetic to leave the room like this?)

Even though I had to do what I just did, it’s a fact that I entered Yukimura’s room without permission. I apologized earlier, but I don’t know if my apologies have been conveyed properly.

“…Saito-san?” 

Yukimura’s voice came from behind me, as if she felt something was wrong with me standing still at the door and not moving.

I glanced back and saw Yukimura’s face looking up at me with a worried expression. I told her this.

 “It’s fine to take a nap since you must be very tired recently, but in that case, you should at least cover yourself with a haori or something similar. You’re the one who’s responsible for the health of the soldiers now, so it would be bad if you caught a cold.” 

The moment I finished speaking, I was tormented by regret, thinking that I should have said something nicer. 

But Yukimura…

“Yes, thank you, Saito-san. I’ll be careful from now on.” 

She said that with a sincere expression and bowed her head.

“Uh, um… well then. See you.”

I left that one word behind and finally left Yukimura’s room.

Then, as I was walking down the hallway– 

“Hey, Hajime-kun? What are you doing there?” 

I heard Souji’s voice from behind and froze on the spot. As I turned around, I said. 

“Souji… I just came to deliver a message to Yukimura.” 

“Oh… it seems to be a pretty long message, though😏.” 

I don’t know how much he saw what happened, but I swear, I… 

“Let me tell you, what I did just now was only to convey a message from the Vice Commander to Yukimura. There was nothing suspicious about it at all.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll let you have it your way.” 

He said in a tone that sounded like he was snickering, and then started walking. 

“Wait!! It’s not ‘letting me have it my way’! I’m simply telling the truth! Listen to me, Souji!” 

After that, I explained the situation to Souji in detail, but it was of no avail. 

(The end.)

[peaceisadirtyword]

German Vikings Con🫶🏼

I wasn’t going to post these here because I don’t like how I look but I just love these pictures too much🥹❤️ Not only I was lucky enough to see Alex again, but I also met Jordan and he was the sweetest🥰

I first met Jordan for his autograph. I took my favourite pic of Ubbe so he could sign it and he was so sweet and nice to me! His smile was amazing😭 he asked me if he’d see me again and I said yes, so when I came to his photo op he was like “hello love! I was missing you” and I nearly cried (hence my face in the pic, because he hugged me and I was freaking out). I saw him a few times during the convention, and he was always smiling and being absolutely perfect and I just love him even more now❤️

(I’ll leave this pic here even though the quality is terrible because I want you guys to appreciate his smile🥲)

Alex was, as always, the main character of the story of my life. He recognised me (the memory that man has) and he gave me an amazing hug during the photo op. He always had a smile for me🫶🏼 the pic with him is absolutely perfect even though my face kind of ruins it but I don’t really care! During the Meet&Greet he was so close and open with us! And he talks a lot🥹 I never thought I’d meet someone that talks as much as I do, so it’s very nice. He described himself as a siberian husky and I can’t agree more with that😭❤️ I had some gifts for him for the autograph, so I couldn’t talk that much with him bc I had some autographs for other people :( but that’s okay because I’m seeing him again very soon🫶🏼 he greeted me with a “hey gorgeous” and a soft smile, he hugged me and I made him laugh, which is like the biggest accomplishment of my entire life. He was a delight, and I can’t wait to see him again🥰

I also had the chance to talk to Alexander. He was also very nice even though we all could see he was a bit tired (he spent days giving concerts around Germany🥺). When I thanked him for coming, he gave me the biggest smile and thanked me. He’s amazing, I’ve seen him in many projects besides Vikings since I was little so it was a dream getting to talk to him!

I saw Ida too! She’s the sweetest, and so cute🥺 also Ragga, who is even more beautiful in person! And Jasper, who was very nice to me even though we didn’t have much time! I would have loved to interact with more of the guests, especially John Kavanagh because both my mum and I are huge fans of his work, but unfortunately there wasn’t much time and I had a tight budget😅

It was an exhausting but amazing day. I also got to meet people I’ve been taking to for years and that became friends to me and that was fantastic too! I loved spending an entire day surrounded by people that love the same things I do. It’s like therapy❤️ I loved every single minute of it, even the stressful parts😂 they’re always worth it.

Next week I’ll travel to Paris to see Alex again and to finally meet my beloved Marco🫶🏼 I can’t even explain how thankful and excited I am when I think about it. The convention is one day before my birthday so I also get to spend my birthday in Paris with my family (I have family in France I haven’t seen in a while bc of the pandemic💔). It’s perfect🫶🏼

If you’ve read all of this, thank you❤️ I truly hope every single person in this fandom has the chance to enjoy days like this one. We deserve it🥰 and it helps to cope with reality when life becomes too much💖

[chimivx]

was NOT expecting a sequel (or I guess a prequel?? Haha) to no matter what I do. I also was literally logging in to tumblr to reread it because I needed a Soobin fic for my Soobin feels and I couldnt find any good ones in the tags. But I saw this! And I read it all last night which I kinda regret because I felt bad after like I always do when reading angst LOL BUT IN A GOOD WAY!!!!! Your writing is so immaculate it had me feeling a type of way……. The love triangle, the fights, the drama, I loved it all. I felt sick when y/n felt sick, and I felt mad when y/n felt mad….. I’ve said this before lol but ur writing is very much like a published novel, it’s SO GOOD. I’m like tired rambling rn but I just had to tell u before I forgot to send an ask. The character dynamics were great, the jealousy between tae and Beomgyu over y/n, and the guilt y/n feels at the end for liking both gyu and tae, and then beomgyus whole personal story with adhd and his dad, you gave them so much depth!!!! I love it!!!! Also that tease at the end of the next part with tae and his baby mama SUCH GOOD WRITING SKILLS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!! Anyways I am excitedly anticipating the next part 🥰🥰 no longer in my Soobin feels bc of this LOL now I just want Beomgyu to be happy (and yn too). Actually one more thing before I end this off LOL but in nmwid I kinda didn’t like yns character (though I did sympathize with her for her past), but this backstory really made me actually feel for her. She just wants to be happy with taehyun (and gyu lol) and she is trying to change her life for the better. Despite their relationship break, I am glad she did get her happy (somewhat) ending with Soobin in the future. I’ll be rereading nmwid with a different perspective now! Haha

I am FRRRREAKING out right now you have no idea.

I love you SO MUCH. These words mean everything to me 🫶

I’m a sucker for depth, for backstories, lore, you name it, I want it and we GOT IT!! Positively in love with the people I’ve made up, the people I’ve created even though they are fucked beyond belief… They my babies. I’m so so so so happy you loved them just as much!

NMWID, it’s so tough to see what MC is going through and sympathize, because we’re going off of so many hazy, broken memories… She was almost never sober, so who’s to say everything that happened really happened the way it did?! So you saying this shifted your perspective makes my day 🫶

A PUBLISHED NOVEL!? I adore you. You get to have my first born, sending her over to u ASAP. Lmao, I kid, but still. That’s the biggest compliment… Published novel is the dream… Thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Part Two comes soon, I promise you!! Get those Soobin feels ready again! He’ll be in there!!!

[not-a-space-alien]

All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 9: Post-op

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight, without whom I wouldn't have ever written this far into the story! 🥰

Thistle has been through a harrowing experience and has taken just about as much adventure and stress as his tiny body can handle. Let's find out how he's doing!!

***

"Thistle?......... Thistle, are you awake?"

"No," he mumbled.

Amused laughter, faint and far above him.

"Thistle, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Tired," he muttered, fighting through thick black fog to reach the surface where everyone else was. "I'm so tired, I've never been this tired. Please let me sleep. Don't make me be awake yet."

The voices stopped bothering him for a while, and three seconds later when a few more hours had passed, they came back.

“How ya feeling, buddy?”

Thistle groaned and tried to roll over.

“Don’t try and move, sweetheart.”

“When happen?”  Thistle blinked his eyes open, finally being pulled into some semblance of wakefulness.  Everything was dark–until he heard the squeak of metal hinges, and a door opening, letting light flood in on him.

He was in one of the metal kennels he’d seen at the vet’s office.  The ones with wire cage doors, except apparently they’d blocked his off somehow, to keep him secret.  He might have been anxious about this–and about the hands touching his shoulders, but he was still so, so tired–he had no energy to be anxious, let alone try to run away.

“It’s been a few hours.”  Marcy’s voice.  “It seems like everything went well.  How does it feel?”

“It feels like nothing.”

“The pain meds will probably be in his system until tomorrow morning.”  The voice of the doctor, the nice one who’d said she would make his legs stop hurting so much.  “I expect he’ll need more soon.  Just don’t give him more than 2mL in a 24-hour period.”

Thistle fought to accomplish the Herculean feat of raising his head to look down at his legs.  They were all wrapped up, multiple layers of bandages and braces and wire–the whole thing encased in a metal device that looked like it was pulling his leg taut–to keep him from flexing the muscles attached to the broken bones, he realized.

“Thank you,” he said muzzily.  His head dropped back down.

“It should be okay for him to go home now.  Just follow the instructions in that packet.  I’ll make sure I’m alone in the office at 8AM tomorrow, and I should be able to come by at 5, or I can cancel appointments if there’s an emergency.  The pain meds are for however much he needs them, but do make sure he takes the full course of antibiotics.”

“Thank you.  Thank you so much, oh my god, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Marcy’s soft hands on his shoulders again, the pads of her fingers stroking his head.  “Thistle, are you ready to go home now?”

He tilted his head back, looking at her face, enormous and upside-down.  “G’home…?  I’m not still sick…?”

“You’ll be doing the rest of your recovery at home.  We can leave whenever you feel up to it.”

“Okay,” Thistle said.  Up to it, he has to be up to it.  “I can leave–Just, just give me a few minutes to–to stand up.”

“Oh, no,” Marcy said, and there was light pressure from the fingers, pinning him down gently.  “No, don’t get up.  We’re going to be carrying you for a while.”

He sagged with relief.  Of course they wouldn’t be making him walk, that was silly.  Still, the idea of being jostled around in a hand wasn’t much better.  “Okay.  Please just be steady.”

“We rigged up a little thing to carry you,” Marcy said.  “So you can just lie on it, and it’ll keep you as stable as possible.  We need to make sure you don’t move around too much until you’re all better.”

“Oh.”  Marcy was so smart, so kind, so nice…  He reached up and patted her finger.  “Thank you.  Hehe.  Mieas mias…teeel, amamaz….ahaha…Marcy….Telgeta, Marcy, Marcegeta, hehe…”

“All right, don’t hurt yourself, now.”  A little device appeared next to him, something made of wood and cloth and rubber bands.  “I’m going to lie you down in this, okay?”

“Thank you, Marcy.  You’re so smart.”  Huge fingers curled around him, getting under him.  “You’re so smart, and nice…and…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”  The last yell came as Marcy picked him up and electric pain shot through his legs.  He squirmed and whimpered.  “Fuck, hurts, Marcy, hurts, it hurts.”

“Fuck, sorry, sorry.”  Marcy brought her other hand up to support his legs, keeping them straight, and the pain faded.  “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.”

Thistle groaned and tried to stifle his wiggling.

“Lalitha, can you–”

A second pair of hands came over and slid the device underneath of Thistle, and Marcy set him down in it.  He sunk into it comfortably.  It was a little bit like a hammock, suspended by rubber bands, to keep it steady yet allow it to sway, dampening the motions so it didn’t suddenly jolt him.  Thistle quieted down as he was lowered into it, the pain meds erasing all the aches and pains he would have felt while lying there still.

“So how about it, buddy?  You ready to go home?”

“Yes,” Thistle answered, and then immediately fell back asleep.

***

It was dark when he woke up again, but he heard Marcy snoring.  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the faint outline of familiar shapes–his belongings.  He was inside his little wooden house.

He groaned as he came to, his legs aching again.  As he became more lucid, snatches came back to him–Marcy talking to him in the car, carting him into the house, asking where he wanted to be put down.  He’d answered in his little house, on the table.  He barely remembered it–he’d been drifting in and out of sleep the whole time.

He was awake now, though.  He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep–although he would prefer to just keep sleeping if he were perfectly honest—-but what had woken him up was the pain in his lower body.

Oh, that must be the pain meds wearing off.

He remembered Lalitha talking about this.  He just needed to ask for more, right? He fumbled around in bed, trying to think of some way to get Marcy’s attention.  She was quite closeby judging by the snoring, but he was in his little house and all the windows were closed.

“Marcy,” he said, and when he got no response, repeated louder, “Marcy!”

The snoring stopped, and he heard the sound of her enormous body shifting on the couch.  “Hm, Thistle?” her sleepy voice said.

“I’m awake now, Marcy.”

“Can I open the window?”

“Yes.”

Marcy’s hand appeared, drawing the window open, and then her face came down level with the window.  “Hey!  How are you feeling?”

He still hurt, but it didn’t feel like he was actively dying anymore, which was definitely an improvement.  “Better.”

“Good.  Do you wanna come out?”

“Sure.  You can open the roof.”

Marcy unhinged the top of the little wooden construction, reaching down in and picking him up bodily by the hammock-like device he was still lying in.  She set him on the coffee table outside his house, then shut it again.

“I’m starting to hurt again,” he said.  “Can I have medicine?  For the pain?  Or did the doctor say not to yet?”

Marcy checks her phone.  “Let’s see, what time it is…Yeah, it’s been way more than 8 hours at this point, so we should be good to give you another dose.  We need to give you your antibiotics too.”

Thistle let out a puff of air.  “Thank you for keeping track of my medicine, I don’t think I could do it.”

The tip of Marcy’s pointer finger stroked his temple.  “Of course.  You just focus on getting better now.”  She wanted to ask about what had happened, and why he’d run out in the middle of the night, but figured that’d be a conversation for later, when he wasn’t so overwhelmed.  

Marcy got a syringe to measure out the tiny amount of medicine, serving it to him in one of his novelty-sized small mugs.  It tasted foul, but he forced himself to down it.

“What do you want to do now?” Marcy said.  “I imagine you won’t wanna do anything but watch TV for the next few days.”

He nodded.  “I think I’d like to go back to sleep, if that’s okay.”

“Of course.  Back in the house?”

“Nah, I can stay out here.  I’ll just doze.”

“Okay.  I think I’d like to go back to sleep, too.  I’m pretty tired. I called off work today.”

Thistle was completely disoriented about what time of day it was, but luckily he didn’t have to concern himself with such things.  “Okay.”

“Anything else for now?”

“No, I think this is good.  Thank you for taking care of me, Marcy.”

“You’re welcome.”  She smiled fondly at him as she lay down on the couch.  The couch, she’d slept on the couch to be near him, so she could help him as soon as he woke up.  I love you, Marcy.

Marcy was back asleep fairly quickly.  Thistle lay awake a bit longer, waiting for the pain medicine to kick in, so the stabbing pain in his legs would stop keeping him awake.

Movement out of the corner of his eye, from the couch.  Except it wasn’t Marcy.  It was two mousey brown shapes on the back of the couch.

Violet and Petunia, the two mouse-borrowers who’d gotten him into this wretched mess.  They’d put up such a fuss about not wanting to go near humans, and now they were here, two feet away from Marcy as she slept.

“You!” Thistle hissed.

Marcy stirred at his yell, and Violet and Petunia both bolted down and out of sight.  The human rolled over, but otherwise made no movement.

Thistle eased himself back in his hammock a little so that he could sit up.  He crossed his arms stormily.

A minute later, he heard the distinct sound of Violet climbing up onto the coffee table.  Her furry hands appeared a moment later, pulling her up.  Petunia clung to her back like a monkey.

“You have a lot of nerve!” Thistle snapped in a strained whisper.  “You left me there!  You didn’t tell them where I was!”

“No!” Violet said.  “I’m sorry, we tried to do it, to get to the house, but the dug was in the way.”

Thistle’s face darkened.  He was absolutely fuming.  “I was lying there for forever!  I almost died!”

“I’m sorry,” Violet said again.  “I’m sorry, please, please get it, we did our best, I-I wouldn’t have just left ya there, I swear, I swear we tried to get all the way to the house and get the beans’ attention somehow, but they came out on their own before that.”

“I’m sorry, mister,” Petunia said.  “I am, really we are, I promise we’re so, so sorry.”

Thistle let out a sigh.  These two had already been struggling when he’d found them, it was hardly a surprise they’d failed to make it all the way to the house and communicate to the humans where he was, before Marcy realized something was off, woken up by his shout.  “Okay, I guess.  Well, I had surgery, and I should get better, so I guess it’s okay.”

“So you’ll let us stay here?” Violet said.

“What!” Thistle peeped.  “When did I say that?”

They all fell quiet as Marcy let out a breath and rolled over again.

“Please let us,” Petunia said.  “Please, our folks passed down, and it’s just been Vivi trying t'take care of me, and it’s so hard to find a good place.”

Thistle rubbed his temples.  “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just tell Marcy you’re here?”

“Please don’t!” Petunia cried, terrified.  “Please!  The beans can’t know!”

Same as Jewel.  He wanted to tell, so, so badly, he didn’t want to keep things from Marcy.  But he knew all too well what it felt like to be terrified and helpless before someone so much larger and more powerful than you.

“Fine,” he sighed disgustedly.  “It’s not my house, so I don’t have the authority to give you permission to stay.  But I won’t tell Marcy you’re here.”

Petunia smiled widely, showing the gap between her front teeth, and clapped her little hands.  “Thank you, mister!  You won’t even know we’re here!”

Sheesh, how many little creatures were going to secretly call this place home ? Thistle settled back down into his hammock.  “Well, if you’re going to-”

He looked up to see that they’d already gone, leaving him alone.

“Goddamn it!” Thistle shouted.

Marcy jolted.  “Hm?  Is everything all right?”

“Oh,” said Thistle.  “Um, yeah.  Sorry.”

“Did you move your leg in a way that hurt?”

Ugh, he hated this, hated hated hated being expected to lie to Marcy.  He nodded, knowing if he opened his mouth to try and lie a bunch of garbage would come out.

“Well, let me know if you want more medicine.  Sleep well.”

****

UPDATE 2/3/23 - It's come to my attention that the tag list is sometimes not giving people notifications even though I have you listed here. I have fiddled with the tag list to try and fix it. I guess let me know if it works or not? it seems like for some people changing their URL might have caused a problem 🤷‍♂️

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[angela075905]

Hi, I've never been in your inbox before but I felt like this idea is more up your alley than the blog I usually dump my ideas on lol

I am encouraging you to think about Law x bigger male reader 🙏

I lean towards modern au's when it comes this kind of shipping (idk I've never been huge into x reader’s but please let me cook) so I'm thinking of Law, coming home to your shared apartment after a long shift at the hospital, eager to have the day of tomorrow, and looking for his boyfriend. Said boyfriend knows he's gonna have a very tired and whiny Law on his hands as soon as he gets home so you're already making dinner or have some good take-out ready on the table because you'll be damned if you let Law go to bed before eating a proper meal.

Law gets home, and as expected, he immediately tries dragging you to your guy's room, saying that he just wants to relax, his feet are sore, he's been waiting to see you all day, anything he thinks that'll get him in bed quicker. Boyfriend ain't having none of it though, and they come to a compromise, Law stays out of bed long enough to finish his plate, and he can sit in your lap while he eats. Law ends up straddling your thigh, and at some point, you have to finish feeding him because he's refusing to move more than he has to. By the time you both have finished your plates, Law doesn't have much energy left to even whine, only clinging to you while you're carrying him to bed. Oh so carefully, you strip Law out of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers, before climbing into bed and laying Law on top of you, a habit you've always had out of fear of crushing Law in his sleep.

My horny ass can't stop there though, and in the morning of Law's day off, you tease him for being so needy. Law denies it for a while, then he tells you off (half-heartedly) for making fun of him, and finally he decides to ‘show you needy’ by not letting you touch him while he plays with himself in bed next to you. It goes on for a while until you start teasing him again, this time for being dramatic and bratty, saying some downright perverted things that drives Law wild and makes him break first. Suddenly, Law's all over you, apologizing and begging you take over. And who are you to refuse?

Sorry if this is longer than you like or not your style, I've literally never requested a character x reader. I couldn't find your rules if you've posted anything like that, but I think I stayed within the basic rules for requests that I've seen. If not then I'm sorry and feel free to ignore this!

-💫💀💫

I’ll write a story for ya about this bae I’ll see when I post it🥰😘😭<33

[ahundredtimesover]

Hi ! Hope you’re doing amazing ! Ohh Mimi that last chapter of iwts was a total roller coaster of emotions ! I never saw that coming ! Now I totally understand oc side more and comprehend the decisions she made . I really hope jk loves her enough to wait for her and they can be together when they’re both ready . You’re probably read this a lot before but won’t get tired of telling you how amazing of a writer you are ! Thank you writing and sharing your amazing stories with us ! Sending you hugs and kisses ! Have an amazing day ! 🥰

Hiii thank you for being so lovely 🥹 chapter 11 rly got us in our feels and our minds and we’re just 🤯😭 but yes, everything has a reason behind them and this is OC’s and her decision. It’s definitely tough but we’ll see how JK’s feelings of not yet love hehe will either make or break them. There’ll definitely be more emotions in ch12!!

But again, thank you. I’ll never be tired of your sweet words!!! Sending you love 💕💕

[friendofbats]

Meet the Writer Tag Game

I’ve been tagged by both @emeraldhazeart​ and @durotoswrites​! 🥰

Rules: Use this picrew to make yourself and answer the questions!

Three fun facts about me:

I’m a violinist and have been playing for most of my life. I used to dream of being a solo performer, but have found much more joy lately in playing in symphonies and quartets. (I still prefer to play first violin, though. 😉)

People are so fascinating to me. I love figuring out what makes people tick, their personalities, how they speak, their cultures, their life stories, their mannerisms, how they react to certain situations, why they do/act/say the things they do/act/say, etc.... I seriously can’t get enough of it. I like to take all these things into consideration when I write, too, which is why I focus most of my effort on character dialogue and personality in my stories and my game.

One of my other hobbies that I don’t talk about a lot here is weightlifting! I always like to say that if you told 20-year-old me I’d love weightlifting and strength training, I would have laughed at you until I was gasping for air. I’ll never be the strongest person in the world, but it makes me feel powerful and comfortable in my skin.

Favourite season: For the longest time, my favorite season was summer. I typically handle hot weather much better than cold weather, and the additional sunlight always puts me in a great mood. But it’s become so damn hot these days that it’s slowly shifted over into autumn. Plus, nothing beats the crisp autumn air and the beautiful colors. 😊

Continent where I live: North America.

How I spend my time: Most of my time is spent in front of a computer screen at work. Actually, that doesn’t just include work lmao -- it includes school, writing, and working on my game too. Unfortunately, because of how busy I am these days, I haven’t been able to dedicate much of my time to the latter two hobbies... but I don’t want to let my hectic life take those away from me entirely.

Are you published?: Nah. Maybe someday, but as of now, I write solely for fun.

Introvert or Extrovert: Shy introvert, to the extreme. It’s honestly a wonder I have any friends 🥰

Favourite Meal: I live for Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, Chinese, Indian, Thai, and Mexican food and there are very few things from those cuisines that I will NOT eat. Having said that, the one food I have honestly never gotten tired of eating is sushi. 

No pressure tags: If you see this, I tag you! I mean it when I say I genuinely want to read everyone’s answers.