#simp writes

[just-another-siimp]

Gaz: Graves is in Jail.

Soap: Im in the hospital with a broken leg- why is Graves in jail?

Ghost: How on earth did you break your leg? Apparently Graves hit someone with his car.

Soap: I got hit by a car

Ghost: ...

Gaz:...

[simpsations]

I must say that I loved the aesthetics of this blog! your writing is nice to enjoy and now if you don't mind I have a request, could you do something m×m of a human and a widow harpy that has some cubs, I know it's very specific lol but I can't venture out fandoms for a while, so I hope you don't mind me pushing my ideas on you.

remember to exercise and drink water, it's important!

Not at all, I'm just glad to have some request. It's such a good idea that I'm already thinking of things to write!! This got me so excited that I turned off one piece to start writing 😂

The first part of it is mainly about the nestling, I hope that's not a problem.

I hope this fits your palette!

I decided to go with a simple FarmerMaleReader

Warning: None

MALE!Reader | M4M | Monster male x Male Reader

APPRECIATION

A simple task you thought, The only thing you had to do was harvest the vegetation that sat closer to the wilderness.

You lived in a cozy cottage in a large village, your house is placed at the edge where the forest lay. Only two paths existed in that forest and they were both for trade.

The sun had been high, almost at set, and you wanted to hurry to get the harvesting done and over with before night, you really didn't want the goods to spoil due to how long they stay sitting out, you had already took up the ones closer to your home, and sorted them accordingly.

So with a small wagon, you follow the thin path of tilled grass that has popped up over the years and made your way to the back of your farm to start.

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You had just finished loading the squash into your wagon and was moving on to the next patch of vegetables, located closer to the forest, when you hear a loud cry.

It sounded like a mix between a screech and a normal infant cry. Concerned, you made your way to the sound. There in the watermelon patch laying in a pile of crushed fruit and dirt lay a small baby. Yet this baby looks different, it had a lower body similar to the average eaglet, covered in fluffy white feathers it seemed, and tiny little wings poking from its back, looking similar to the legs with the fluffy feathers.

The baby looked to be in terrible condition and terribly tired, it didn't smell any better either. It was no doubt a nestling.

Even if this infant somehow got into your farm, and destroyed a few of your fruit in what you believe was hunger, although it just looks like it wasn't able to eat it because of how large the chunks were, you gently placed a hand on it's back.

The nestling turned it's head to you and seemed to be shaking in either fear of because it lacked cloths and had been sitting in fruit juice for god knows how long seeing as the sun was going down.

You gently pat its back as a way to show you mean no harm and almost instantly it started to reach for you, crying once more. You lift it up into your arms and balance the nestling on your hip then turn and start to push your wagon back to the cottage.

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By time you return to your cottage, the nestling had settled, no longer crying only clinging to your shirt with it's dirty little hands. Speaking of dirty it seemed like you both had needed a bath.

Going inside and heading towards the bathroom you turn the handle to allow warm water to flow through the faucet and into the deep tub. Plugging up the tub to let some water deep in you place the baby inside of the tub after turning the water off once it hit about 3 and a half inches deep.

The infant seemed to already know what the water ment because it started to clean itself somewhat, picking up the water in its cuped hands and in some way slashing it onto themself.

Since it seemed to have it under control, you move over to the above head shower and remove your clothes. When pulling the rope, warm water flowed down in a shower and you step under it.

You take the bar of soap and rag to start cleaning off the grime and dirt from your body.

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Once you had finished getting dressed, you walked over to the tub and peeked inside. There laying on a not as deep end of the tub was the nestling, the water had turned a mix of brown and slight red, in which you hope was from the watermelon, although you will have to check for injuries latter, along with some leaves that had gotten stuck on the nestlings curly white hair and fluffy black feathers.

Taking a clean towel, you wrap the infant in the cloth and cradle it close to your body to keep it warm and took it to your den area.

A cozy little room with a large plush couch laying against the far wall, taking up that entire wall, a bookshelf willed with multiple knowledgeable books and fantasy books filling the four shelves equally. A soft rug that too up the rest of the floorspace, along with a stubby coffee table. Sitting on a risen brick form was the fireplace, the fire safely burning behind a metal bar door.

You settle the nestling in a blanket on the rug, not wanting it to fall off the couch while you were gone, and walked over to the first aid kit in the hall leading to your front door and walked back to the towel to inspect any injury the nestling may have.

After further inspection of the nestling, you came to a few conclusions. One it has a small scratch under the right wing, it hasn't had any food for god knows how long, and it's a boy.

So, after applying some ointment to the scratch you rewrapped him and decided to make a small comfortable area for him to stay in, moving the fluffy pillows to the ground and making a nice pile along with some hand knitted blankets and quilts. Laying him down and allowing him to sleep more comfortable.

You left the room once more to go make something for it to eat, setting on warming up some milk and cooking some chicken cubes for the baby, and preparing a small homemade dinner pie for yourself, making it big enough to slip in half and save the rest for the next morning.

Once you had the done you heard the screech like cry again and gathered the food made for the bird boy and returned to the den room. Being gentle to use a syringe to feed the baby the milk, since you didn't have any baby bottles laying around. And carefully broke up the chicken cubes into small pieces and dunking into the milk to help the nestling swallow it better, than using some chopsticks from someone takeout that you never used, you fed the meat to the bird boy until he seemed content on what he was given and fell back to sleep.

You allow him to sleep soundly, leaving to go up stairs to your bedroom.

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You were woken up to the sound of crashing and a recognizable screech like cry, jolting up from your bed you make your was down the set of stairs, then to the main hall. The front door had been pushed through, there were claw marks along the outside of the door.

There was a trail of blood leading towards the den. In a fit of worry, you rush to the den, before you even stepped a full foot into the den, you saw a tall figure standing and holding the screeching infant.

He almost reached your sealing and is broad figure lookup a lot of room, his hair was long and shaggy, his pale skin was speckled with bark brown feathers. His clawed feet slightly dug into the ground as he stared at you, protectively holding the infant that was chirping up at him.

He looked ready to pounce on you, stopping as the chick continues to communicate with him with his loud screeching. The larger of the two winged creatures slowly looked around the room, analysing the bundle of blankets, food an sweater set aside for the infant to have when it woke up. Then it looked back to you. He seemed calmer than he was before.

"You... Take care of my cub?" A deep grumbling voice sounded, it startled you a bit, he sounded like he hasn't spoken to anyone in years. With a simple nod from you, he pulls his wings back against his body to seem smaller and less intimidating. "Thank you greatly", his voice was filled with gratitude, his face softening from the harsh glare he gave you before.

"I apologise for intruding, when I finally caught the sent of my son, I lost all moral, my name is Oxylius, thank you for treating my child of his wounds" Oxylius looked at you with admiration.

"it's okay, I didn't want to just leave the poor boy out in the garden, there are wolves roaming around these parts of town" you chuckle lightly," I'm slightly surprised though, usually it's the mother that would hunt down and search for her child." You say sheepishly.

This statement made Oxylius look away from you, a slight mournful look took over his face. "My mate... Had passed during birth, I have been caring for my child on my own..." He explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing up a sensitive topic" you spoke with worry.

Oxylius shook his head gently and smiled at you, "it's alright," he looked at you for a moment, not speaking then once he noticed he was staring his feathers seemed to ruffle and a small blush duste his face, "well then, I have to get my son back into the nest" he made his way around you and towards the front door again. "I owe you one," He said before leaving your home.

You smiled slightly at the weird altercation, this might be on wifi the strangest days ever, maybe you'll see him again.

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Sorry for the rushed ending I think about the plot as I go not knowing what will happen until it's typed out. I hope you enjoyed it @juno-of-wonderland

[tisafinedayforsimping]

Meg idk if you're ok with this but if not please feel free to ignore BUT BAHFHJAHDHDH CAN I PLEASE ASK FOR RUFOUS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS? If that's ok??

💳💥💳💥💳💳💥💥💥💥💳

FDSHFDGJHDFHDFH I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING BUT SURE <3 [Apologies for the incredibly long wait and the formatting, tumblr is being an ass-]

Rufous Tavros Relationship Headcanons

If you want this bull in your life, you're going to have to make an effort. Rufous doesn't tolerate many people, and really doesn't care to meet new ones, so you'll have to make a lot of the first moves.

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That said, ask him about the buildings on campus! He LOVES architecture, and, while surprised at first, will happily ramble about the different styles and building techniques until he realizes you're still there.

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Then he'll get very embarrassed and yell at you to forget this ever happened, while turning as red as his name~

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Don't let this scare you off though, he's just shy about his non-jock interests. Keep spending time with him, and you'll see that Rufous is actually quite a softie under all his anger issues and scary demeanor-

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His older sister Jaxeris is one of his favorite people in the world, so once he's comfortable with you, prepare to hear a lot about her and conversations they've had.

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Dates with Rufous are mostly casual hangout type of affairs, like studying or going to a cafe. If you want to do something more exciting or fancy, the later in the day the better! He's much more active and engaged as night falls.

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If your hair is long enough, he'll braid or style it for you if you ask! Complicated stuff is a bit tough for him to figure out, but Rufous is a master at the simple things and basics; you won't get a better french braid anywhere else!

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He doesn't do PDA, so the closest thing you'll get is him fixing your hair for you in the hall or after gym.

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Now, in private, he is literally so sweet. In the extremely likely event that you're shorter than him, he loves just picking you up and carrying you around for funzies and to show off a bit. He loves having you close to him and having you rely on him for things.

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You WILL end up with a special nickname that he only calls you when you're alone, and he WILL blush every time he says it.

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In short, please get to know Rufous, I can guarantee you'll both be very happy with the outcome <3

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[simpitsu-writes]

Welcome! This is my writing blog! My original blog is @simpitsu . If you wish to see my fanart or the many things I reblog, you can pay there a visit

I’ve never written fanfiction before so my updates may be slow and not the best, but do know I’m trying and will get there

Once I get a ao3 account I’ll start writing, for now

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Feelings Thawed

Character; Cater Diamond

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.

“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.

Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 

He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.

You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.

He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.

Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”

Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”

You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”

Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.

“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 

The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”

Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 

It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[nkogneatho]

imagine being childhood friends with toji. he was not allowed to go out of the house but he still did because he hates his home. do you even call it a home? he was a child but he understood pain clearly.

he was all alone, playing with shells and sands on a beach. you recognized him because your mom and other aunties in the neighborhood told you and like every other kid to stay away from him. but you approached him anyway. he was cold at first when you wanted to be friends with him, hesitant as to why would someone be nice to him. he never knew kindness growing up in that horrible household. but he is a child who found comfort in your kindness.

you both started playing often, trying to keep it a secret as he knew you'd be in trouble if your mom knew. he enjoyed finally smiling without having to force it, until one day you disappeared. he thought you finally fell into the trap of those rumors about him. but you were taken away to a new city when your parents saw you being acquainted with him. they did not want to be associated even with the shadow of any zenin.

he waited and waited on the same beach, at the same place, but you never come back. the sandcastle you built together crumbled under a big wave.

[simp-ly-writes]

From being able to magically move items between your and your party's inventory- feel as though the companions would do the same to yours if given the chance. Astarion would give you an extra dagger of his someday with a note saying "just in case." While Lae'zel would manage to place a whole-ass sword or something like that. Wyll and Gale would so place little notes of encouragement or witty/flirty lines they came up with. Halsin would be attentive and place useful items you may had forgotten before departing. Similar to Shadowheart would place either extra healing potions or a favorite plant or flower of yours. Karlach would place just about anything- too fascinated with the ability in general. From a very pretty rock to a large exploding barrel- she would be testing the limits with bright eyes and a wide smile while Gale would be taking notes on the whole experiment.

[risustravelogue]

Thinking about clingy Wriothesley being hesitant to let you go on a one-week work trip.

He helps you with your luggage from packing to pickup, asking if you're sure you've packed the essentials every five minutes. He asks "what else can I fetch you?" again and again so you don't have to go back and forth between your closet and your suitcase.

And when it's time for you to depart the Fortress, he follows you to the aquabus station, his bigger hand squeezing yours tight, his thumb absentmindedly fiddling with your knuckles. You turn to face him before getting on the carriage, cupping his face in your hands while your thumbs caress the soft skin of his cheeks.

"Relax, love. I'll be fine," you say with a smile. The corners of his icy blue eyes crinkle, and his hold on your waist tightens.

"Of course you'll be fine," he says with a smug grin that seems just a little bit off with worry, "you're my beloved, after all."

You chuckle at his attempt to look cool in front of you. He presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss with his right hand behind your head and his left arm snaking around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"Mm... I love you," he mutters breathlessly when he finally pulls back. "Come back soon, yeah?" he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I love you, too. Now let me go, my beloved Sir Duke. The aquabus is leaving," you reply playfully.

He plants one more kiss on your lips before letting you go. You wave him goodbye as the aquabus leaves, his tall, familiar figure becoming smaller with each passing second. A pang of pain pierces your chest as a quiet whisper escapes your lips.

"I miss you already, my love."

© @risustravelogue 2023 • no to reposting, yes to reblogging. feel free to send an ask to suggest, chat, etc. :)

[just-another-siimp]

Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

[simpsations]

Extra:

#1: two weeks of flufftober ONLY FLUFF, but Monster writings for two weeks in December?

Request will be open so you'll have time to Request things before hand and I'll try my best to wring out as much writing creativity as possible 😊

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Little treasure chest

Masterlist

(From the 6th to 30th April, I am having a mini 100 follower milestone event!)

Tags: fluff Summary: wanderer with his shy, quiet lover!

♡ Wanderer already noticed your tendency to stay quiet even before you two started dating.

♡ Wanderer would scoff before giving you a push to be more honest with the people around you and get very proud once you start opening up.

♡ When you started dating, he was a bit (very) frustrated that you still couldn’t fully be straightforward about your desires despite being his lover.

♡ Wanderer just ends up learning how to understand your needs more over time and spoils you instead.

♡ You want something slightly expensive for your anniversary? The gift is there on the coffee table with more things along with it. You look at the necklace at the market more than once? On the kitchen table when you bring out the dishes.

♡ Of course, he still wants you to learn how to express your desires so he would sometimes act like he can’t understand your intent gaze until you whisper what you want to him.

♡ If you struggle to properly ask the staff about something on the menu, he would sigh but still help you out, calling the staff and asking in your place.

♡ Overall though, he also kinda starts looking forward to trying to decipher your wants from your fidgeting, almost like trying to open a treasure chest ♡

A/N: light hcs for the start of the week~ Taglist: @amyminhminh (if you want to be tagged, just say 'tag me' or smth like that~)

[bombuni]

Walk with me:

Jaime Reyes is a desperate, desperate man for you. He’s trying not to let it show but Khaji-da spouting about his elevated heart rate in the forefront of his mind isn’t helping to calm his nerves.

It’s not like he hasn’t been here before, with you in his lap and his hands trying to carve out a place for him on your hips. It’s just that everytime he has you like this; breathless, eager, with roaming hands and a flushed face to go with it, it leaves him discombobulated. He doesn’t know how he got you here but he forgets all about it every time he feels your lips on his.

Evidently, you notice when his mind goes elsewhere. As if Khaji-da is speaking straight to you and you both are deliberating on what to do with Jaime, you break from the kiss and ask, “You ok? We can stop if you want-“

His mind jumps back in as soon as he hears the word stop, “What? Baby, I’m fine,” he smiles to show you that he is.

Realizing that maybe all he did was wander off, you smile too, “Pues pareces idiota. You’re just sitting there,”

He grumbles in a way to make you laugh, taking your giggles in his own lips and trying to keep them for himself, “You make me an idiot, that’s why.”

[luxbub]

Cant stop thinking about simp james potter

The scenario of reader complaining about having hard time with potions a bit too loud that james accidentally overhears.

Now james has been crushing you since forever, he cant even remember his life before you. You were his sun, his moon, his whole life was about you.

He’s been pining and pining for years, not silently of course. He would talk to you from time to, small talk here another small talk there, but that was it.

But now that this brilliant great magnificent opportunity was in front of him, he had no other choice than grabbing it straight on.

That’s how james ended up tutoring you. Of course he would have actually if he knew anything about potions. The only thing he knew was that he was failing that class, but you didn’t need to know that.

So he begged and i mean begged on his knees remus to teach him all that was needed, obviously remus agreed after some sweet talk and james ended up learning some of the material.

Imagine his surprise when you showed him what you were finding hard was something remus hadn’t taught him. He was stuck, just blinking at the inked paper, wondering “what the fuck was i thinking?”.

James didn’t have a single idea how to make that potion you needed help with so he improvised.

“It’s monday today, innit? I’ve heard it’s not a good idea to brew potions on mondays, bad luck they say.” He whispered the last part as if it was some kind of secret, but in all that was all bullshit.

How would you know thought, james was your tutor after all, of course you trusted him.

“So what should we do now?” You asked, a frown evident on your face from being so oblivious, how could you not know that mondays were a no for potions.

“You could come with me to the lake.” James was quick to respond, already packing up his textbooks.

[mediumgayitalian]

“You have horrible taste.”

Will shoots him an exasperated look. “I know,” he says, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth before speaking because he’s disgusting, “just look at the company I keep. Revolting.”

Nico kicks him in the shin. He dodges, laughing through the pain when he slams his knee against the rickety table in his attempt to flinch away. Nico smiles, satisfied.

“That’s what you get for being a basic bitch.”

“That is not what I get for being a basic bitch! That’s what I get for falling for the biggest grouch at camp!”

Despite himself, Nico flushes, ears going as red as the plastic spoon hanging out of his boyfriend’s mouth. He busies himself with his cone, looking anywhere but at bright blue eyes and a wide, teasing smirk.

“I can’t believe I let myself be seen with you.”

“…Baby.”

Nico shivers involuntarily at the sugar-sweet rumble of Will’s voice, the dragging twang and dropped octave. He meets Will’s eyes like his head was dragged upright with a magnet, melting faster than his ice cream at the heated look he finds there.”

“What,” he manages, well aware his voice cracks and choosing to ignore it. It’s one thing to die of mortification, it’s a whole other thing to go without any dignity at all. He will not be so weak to one godsdamn pet name — he’s the Ghost King.

(Even if the pet name is accompanied by a warm hand on his wrist and fanning gold eyelashes.)

(He has standards.)

(And a reputation!)

(…Gods, though.)

(Will looks good in a tank top.)

“Nothin’,” Will says, holding his hands up in false surrender, “I jus’ think it’s real funny —” he sets down his ice cream, patting his face with a napkin — “that you put on this whole grouch an’ grumble routine, darlin’ —” his voice drops low to a whisper, and Nico leans forward without meaning to, slowly meeting him across the sticky table —“‘cause anyone with eyes can see —” he tilts his face and Nico inhales sharply, lips barely brushing his with every word — “how far-gone badly you are for me.”

“Gods, you’re full of yourself,” Nico gasps, and lets the ice cream fall from his hands and splat on the table as he busies them with sliding into Will’s hair, yanking him close, and proving him absolutely, undoubtedly right.

He tastes like vanilla.

Nico doesn’t mind so much, this way.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Thinking about big, strong intimidating pro-hero Dynamight who has to psych himself up to give you, (the girl he’s only been crushing on for a year now) a gift for Christmas.

He’s finally resigned himself to just dropping it on your desk and running when he literally runs into you on the way to your office, nearly knocking you off your feet as you bounce off his chest.

He’s quick to mutter out an apology, gripping your hips as he ensures you’re not hurt, heart tripping and face beet red as you laugh and wave off his concern.

It only makes things worse that you notice the brightly wrapped little box clutched in his hand, the paper slightly crumpled from where he rushed to catch you.

He follows your gaze as he lets you go, already missing the feeling of you in his hands and pulls it close to his chest, suddenly worried if you’ll even like it.

For a split second, he seriously considers using his quirk to blow it up and pretend like he has no clue what you mean.

Instead, he thrusts it into your hands, ignoring your look of surprise as he mutters out a Merry Christmas and hurries away, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The whole rest of the day, he’s kicking himself, convinced you think he’s an idiot now, that you hated it.

It’s not until later that night, when he gets a text with your name on it and an attached picture, that those fears are eased.

He basically leaps for his phone, cursing impatiently as he waits for the image to load. He sucks in a breath when it does, the sight of your hero costume pulled away from your body just enough to display the pretty orange jewel and dainty chain nestled in the hollow of your throat doing more to him than he’d ever imagined. The picture is angled high so he can see your smiling face, and he finds himself smiling back as he saves it.

His fingers are hovering over the keyboard when you start to type again, a new message popping up soon after.

Thanks for the gift, Dynamight, I think orange is starting to become my favorite color 🧡