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foolishlovers · 2 months
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hi, i’m going through it with uni right now (finals season rip) and was wondering if you have any recs for some really soft, tender fics that will remind me of the good in the world 😭 maybe with some soft smut too, preferably over 20k if they’re out there and i’m happy with non au or au whatever. just need something comforting yknow. hope you’re doing well :)
oh hello love, i feel your struggle and am sending you lots of strength!!
here are some of my favourite softer good omens fics:
[You can request more fic recs here.]
Caramel Delight by AJ_Constantine (E, 16k) After years of enduring hellish neighbours, Crowley is delighted when they finally move out, and even more delighted when their replacement is easy going, friendly, doesn’t leave his bins on the kerb for weeks, and… attractive in a way that causes a fluttering in Crowley’s midsection like a battalion of butterflies attempting to form ranks. Crowley knows that hooking up with the person who lives next door to him is a Bad Idea. But a jar of his Nan’s famous caramel sauce as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture couldn’t hurt. And what’s he supposed to do when Aziraphale continues to show up at Crowley’s door with an irresistible smile, asking for more?
Liquid Gold by smolalienbee, Tarek_giverofcookies, Sodium_Azide, fashioncriminal (T, 36k) Goth beekeeper Crowley starts a new life in the countryside, in a suitably gothic house, with suitably goth furniture, tombstones, and bees. One day Crowley finds a surprise singing to the bees. And Crowley's suitably goth life changes. A gentle cottagecore human AU, featuring a bit of a bastard, a bit of a soft touch, and many many bees.
First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year. Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by snek_of_eden (E, 62k) The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love. (To the surprise of no one, they're both pining extraordinarily hard for each other)
and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E, 70k, WIP) Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own
you know i'll never be lonely (you're my only one) by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 256k) Anthony Crowley has long since given up on love of the romantic sort. Besides, after the tragic passing of his cousin and her husband he now has a preteen pup to care for. If only the courts and social services would quit assuming a single, unclaimed omega isn't competent enough on his own to raise one, things would be going just fine. Warlock's problems at school aside. Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished author, bookshop owner, and does quite well, if he should say so himself. Love might have conveniently passed him by and the nights can be quite lonely, but he'd rather be alone than not be himself. And the thing they're both longing for might just be each other.
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cricketnationrise · 3 months
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Congratulations on 500 followers, babe! It's awesome that you're doing another ficlet fest. Here's my prompt:
Time: 1:30 a.m.
Location: Hollywood
Character: Alicia Zimmermann
Song lyrics: "Another name goes up in lights; you wonder if you'll make it out alive" from "The Lucky One" by Taylor Swift
Rating: T
HI BABE <3 I love this prompt, and I hope you like where it led me! There's never enough Alicia content, so I was really excited for the excuse to write some. 💜🦗
read the rest of the ficlets here!
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1:30am, hollywood
Alone in the back of a taxi, finally hidden from the view of the cameras, Alicia lets her head fall back against the headrest with a heavy sigh. 
It’s been a long time since award shows were fun, since after parties were anything other than an obligation pushed onto her shoulders by her agent. Tonight had been especially harrowing: enough meaningless small talk to make her want to tear her hair out, not enough food, and toast after drunken, incomprehensible toast. It was hard to believe that Alicia had ever liked the crush of people; that she had, at one point, craved this part of being an actress. More and more, her perfect idea of a late night features a warm body next to hers, a cup of chamomile, and a delightfully trashy romance novel—not backhanded compliments and uncomfortable shoes. 
Above all, Alicia is tired.
Tired of the run around, tired of the hustle, tired of spineless directors and co-stars that didn’t bother to learn their lines. Tired of constantly getting her picture taken, tired of being hounded by the press, tired of being critiqued on everything from her outfit to her choice of project. Tired of the endless travel, tired of remote filming locations, tired of never being in the same time zone as her apartment for more than a week at a time. There just has to be a way for her to have more control over her career. Surely she’s paid her dues by now.
At least her taxi driver isn’t trying to make conversation, or ask for an autograph—either option was liable to send Alicia over the edge tonight. She frowns as they pass a billboard for a new movie, starring some girl she’s never heard of. Blown up to larger than life, it’s impossible to miss the excitement in the starlet’s eyes, the yearning for more. Alicia feels tears gathering in the corner of her eye and looks away hurriedly—when was the last time she had felt like that?
She still loves acting, is the thing. Still loves throwing herself into a character, really connecting with their desires and fears, breathing life into someone who would otherwise just be words on a page. Still loves becoming someone new. But everything else that comes along with being an actress makes her want to scream.
Finally at her hotel, Alicia pays the driver and makes it up to her room in a haze of exhaustion and general torpor. She changes into pajamas and brushes her teeth on autopilot. It's only as she’s reaching over to turn the bedside light off when she notices the red blinking light of the answering machine. 
It’s probably her assistant. Maybe her agent. Both of them have been in constant contact on this press tour, keeping her in the loop on travel changes and adding more “quick appearances” to her schedule that end up being several hours and completely draining. But if she doesn’t check it, she’ll miss something important. With a defeated groan she checks the machine, tension leaching out of her when a man’s voice comes from the speakers instead of any of her all-female team’s strident tones. 
Hi, euh, hello, Alicia? This is Bob Zimmermann, we met last week at that terrible premiere?
Alicia actually finds herself grinning as Bob’s Quebecois accent and stumbling words spill out into her hotel room, his genuinely hesitant and careful words wrapping around her like a blanket. She didn’t know him from Adam at the premiere party, but a shared eye-roll during the director’s meandering thank you speech prompted her to wander over once it was done. The warmth in his brown eyes was reason enough to keep talking to him after introducing herself.
The message rambles a bit about how awful the movie was (he’s not wrong, it positively reeked of studio interference) and a bit about how his hockey team did this week before he clears his throat. The change in tone has her listening with bated breath. 
I know timing is going to be an issue for both of us, but I really enjoyed talking to you last week, and I’d love to take you to dinner and get to know you sometime— Sometime soon, eh?
He leaves the number of his hotel for the next two days and his pager number before saying goodbye. Still grinning, Alicia scribbles down both numbers and turns off the machine. She turns the light out and settles into bed with his voice echoing in her head and thinks. 
A single, unlooked-for message, the possibility of a date with an interesting man, and Alicia feels lighter. And more determined than ever to make some career changes — she wants to love her job again, just as much as Bob loves hockey. And she’s been around long enough, has enough clout, that she really thinks she can change her job to suit her desires. 
Resolved to sit down with her agent as soon as she’s in the same city again, she closes her eyes, replaying Bob's message in her mind as she drifts into sleep. 
Bonne nuit, Alicia.
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romanestuffsposts · 1 year
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Hi there love! I had a lovely request that I accidentally deleted. But Fortunately I write it down ; Hiya! I love your stuff and I'm sorry you lost your account!
I was wondering if I could request a little who has a mini meltdown after a busy day (going shopping/being at work where it is noisy) and pulls their hearing aids out and throws them on the floor (doesn't break them!) because the noises become too overwhelming. After they get all the snuggles from Stucky and maybe put in a pull-up and gets a bottle? (Only if you are comfortable!) I can get really stressed and overwhelmed when I wear mine when I'm little because it picks up on the electrical sounds (high pitched sounds, humming etc)
No rush/pressure to do this!
- 🐝 X
I'm sorry to hear you have stress like that, I hope you'll find a way to get it better. I know it can take times but I hope you'll find it <3
And thank you love ❤️
I'm also sorry that i didn't post for 4 days, I was sick and unable to do anything 😅
Anyways, I'm better now so enjoy lovers 💜
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Warnings : angst, stress, meltdown, cries, comfort, pet names, cuddles, paci, lots of love and comfort toward little reader.
Pairing : daddies!stucky ; daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x little!reader
Summary : ⤴️⤴️
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Too much,
Everything was just too much for you today and you can't handle it anymore.
Usually it's calm and cosy at your work. You just have to read books before they're publishing and you have to say what you liked and what you didn't liked, what you thought would make polemics or could cause any problems. You found the perfect job for you. The room where you cosily read is quiet because either way it's hard to concentrate, it's like that in all the area.
However, today was the total oposite. Some dude name Bobby had his birthday, which is cool, it means cake, having a break from work, it means resting your eyes ect. But you weren't prepared to hear all the loud music and all the loud laughters or yell from your collegues. You tried to get yourself into it but you never liked loud noises, you still made the effort but when everyone started jumping at one song, one of your men collegue grabbed your shoulders to make you jump with them- it was in the euphoria of the moment, he didn't mean to scare you but he did and you got scared. You tried to hide it too but all of those things were a lot to handle on your own.
You got home earlier because you felt too overwhelmed to stay at work and act like everything were fine when nothing was. You rush in the kitchen to get some water. Maybe some fresh liquid will help you calm down. As soon as you open the fridge and take out the bottle of water, it slipped out of your hands and fall down on the cold tiles. The new muffled sound is added to the list and you find yourself on the ground, crying.
You're hands fly to your face and you sob in them. You bring your knees to your chest. You take off your hearing aids and look down at them, your tears fall more violently when you gaze the things in your hands. You throw them on the floor. You don't want to see them, they caused you stressed and you got scared because of them.
You don't hear the front door opening because of your sobs, you don't hear your daddies walking in the house. They laughed about something that happened at work but Steve stops walking and laughing when he hears muffled voice. He looks at Bucky and frowns "is she already at home ?" he asks
Bucky shurgs and they both keep walking quietly this time toward the noises. But when Bucky understands it's not only muffled voice but cries, he starts to run until he reaches the kitchen. Steve is closes behind Bukcy and almost bumps into him when he suddenly stops running. Bucky looks down and sees you curled up on yourself on the kitchen floor. He and Steve kneels down "Baby ?" You shake your head and cries harder. You didn't know how long you were on the floor crying but now you know, it's been a long time.
"Sweetie, something happened ?" Your Papa asks. Bucky sits on one side of you and Steve on the other side of you. You shake your head and keep crying making your daddies worrier. Steve caresses your legs while Bucky caresses your back as they shush you, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and help you getting more comfortable about what happened, even if they still don't know what happened.
"You're okay, you're home now. Nothing bad can happen in here." Your Papa says as he kisses your temple. You let yourself falling against his chest as your cries start to calm down. "Keep going, sweetness. You're doing a great job" he whispers. Bucky grabs the bottle of water who is on the ground and he sees at the same time something else on the ground. He benches over to grab it and frowns "Steve" he says grabbing his husband's attention.
Steve looks up at him, Bucky shows him the hearing aids he has on his hands and Steve frowns. He removes your hair and puts them behind your ears and sees you don't wear yours so the one Bucky has on his hands are probably the one you wore today.
"Sweetie, why don't we go upstairs and take a warm bath ? I’m sure It'll make you feel better" he quietly says as he slides his fingers down your hair "We can go upstairs with some water too since you wanted some" he proposes
They aren't dump, the bottle of water didn't fall by herself from the frige
You sniff and nod your head. Steve nods at Bucky and he goes upstairs to prepare the bath while Steve stays in the kitchen with you. He needs to be sure you're fine.
Steve stands up and rests you on his left hip as he wonders around the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with water as he swings you on his hip. He hums one of your favorite song to calm your cries down. Your head is rest against his shoulder and you put your thumb in your mouth. Steve peers down at you when he finished cleaning the kitchen but when he sees your thumb in your mouth he went to grab it to pull it out but stops himself. He doesn't like those things, Bucky neither but every time you feel anxious or stressed, sad or angry you grab your paci or your Daddies's tag. It calm you to have something in between your lips and right now you need something in your mouth. Steve knows you can't wait to be upstairs to have your paci in your lips so he lets you- for some minutes only, to have your thumb in your mouth.
He caresses your back as he walks upstairs, shushing you every times he hears your quiet sniffs. When he's on top of the staires, he goes to the bathroom and sees Bucky finishing the bath "here you are" he smiles when he hears you behind him. "hi zazzy" you whisper through your thumb. Bucky smiles more and kisses your nose "hi beautiful" he whispers back
"your bath is ready, sweetie" Steve says and sits you on the sink so he and Bucky can help you undress yourself. He steps aside to let Bucky reaches you and he quickly excuses himself to go grab a clean pyjama, for you after your bath.
Bucky removes your shoes first and then your socket. He pulls away by the top your little sunny dress- your favorite, and then removes your underwears carefully. Bucky peers up at you while preparing you for your bath, he gives you winks or pokes here and there to make you smile or giggle which work.
"do you want to go in there by yourself or do you want me to put you in it ?" he asks putting your hair behind your ears. You nod making him laugh. You give him an innocent smile since you don't know why he's laughing but you find it funny. He shakes his head and pushes your nose with his "damn you're so cute"
You blush and giggle as you swing your legs, hitting him from times to times "Why did you nod ?" he asks smirking at you "to go in there by yourself ?" he asks and you nod again "okay so you don't want me to carry you in the bath ?" he says just to be sure but you nod again making him sigh in defeat
Steve chuckles as he stands straight. It's been a long time he was there, watching you both with a loving smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway but stand up when he sees that you're too little to understand
"Come here" he smiles grabbing you to lowering you down. He grabs your hand and leads you to the warm bathtub. He kneels beside the bathtub and put his arm above the edge of the tub, he dips his fingers in hot water "feel the water and tell us if it's not too hot for you or too cold, sweetness" he says caressing your naked back up and down
You shiver from the touch of your Papa and the cold breeze hitting your sensible skin. You slowly lower your hand above the water and soak your fingers in the water slightly. You get them out and nod at your Papa, "it's okay for you ?" he asks and you nod again. He grabs your hand and helps you getting in it but still let you do it by yourself
Once you're cover of bubble, a pack on your lips and some toys to play with, your daddies puts the glass of water beside you and go in the bedroom to prepare the room for the night. Seeing in what bad stade you were when they came home, they would rather have you beside them all night so they can be sure that you're fine.
Bucky sighs as he makes the bed making Steve looks up at him "what ?"
"What do you think happened ?" he asks looking down at the sheets. Steve shurgs "i don't know but it seems to have shook her up a bit too much but I think we don't have to push her to talk to us. It clearly was something big to her and if she feels the need to talk to us about it then she'll do it but if she needs time, we'll let her be but still show her that we're here incase"
Bucky nods "I have the same opinion" after that he frowns his eyebrows "but," Steve looks up at Bucky again "what about the hearing aids ?"
"Did she broke them ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "no, I put them where we put them when she's not wearing them" he says and Steve nods "good, I don't think we don’t need to worry about that. I just think she felt too much things and couldn't handle it anymore and just threw them away. I think she wanted and needed to get in a quiet and calm space of mind and just didn't know how to do that"
Bucky sighs "i know you said we don't have to worry but I do. What if something happened ? Like really happened ?"
"I know it's hard Buck but we can't be on her back all the times. She needs to move on by herself and even if we're behind her if she needs us, she needs to do things by herself" Steve says and grabs his husband's hands "We won't let her down. We'll be there for her but she needs to succeed on her own"
Bucky nods and leans to kiss Steve on the lips. They both make their way back to the bathroom and smile when they see you playing in your bubble bath "are you ready to go out ?" Steve asks but you shake your head "No ?" he frowns
"No Papaa" you whine in a way that say 'obviously' making Bucky laughing "I not soap yet" you say and look side eye at him. Steve shakes his head while smiling "how could I forget that" he says smashing his forehead making you giggle. Bucky grabs your favorite flavor soap and hand it to Steve.
The sweet hands and the delicious flavor slide all over your body and you relax at the feelings. The way his hand strokes your body make you more sleepy than you were before. After cleaning each one of your toes who got yourself giggling, Steve pulls you up and lowers you on the ground while Bucky hold wide open a big towel.
They help you get your pyjama on you and after cleaning you teeth, your Papa goes to grab Bucksie so he's in bed, all ready for you. Bucky lifts you up and walks you to their warm and big comfy bed. He goes under the cover after you and cover your tired body with the sheets"here you go, little one" he says kissing your forehead. You hear the door closing and feel your Papa going in bed behind you.
He rests Bucksie in your arms and kisses your cheek. You mumble a quietly thank you and snuggle your daddies. Your Daddy slides his fingers in your hair and your Papa's on your back "we're here if you need us, beautiful. Always. You can count on us if you need it, you don't need to be ashamed of how you're feeling or if you need help with something, anything." Your Daddy says resting his forehead against yours
"we love you and we're here for you, sweetie. Always and forever"
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lunapupper · 6 months
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Don't Kill Us Because You're Scared (A Message From The Spiders)
By Luna
We tend to live outside, make our webs within the trees
When you come across us sat out there, you do not seem to care
The garden is a place that can be shared
You don't kill us here, because you're not scared.
But when the temperatures fall, we seek some warmth indoors
In the dark corners of your home, you will sometimes find us there
But this is a place you think can't be shared
Here you kill us, because you're scared.
All we wish is to stay alive, lay our eggs and hatch our young
Are some of you not parents too? With children that receive your care?
Leave us alone and our fangs won't be bared
We won't kill you, because we're scared.
We know that not all humans are alike, we live with some as pets
You won't find fear in these folks, only joy and gladness there
Because these kind humans showed they cared
They didn't kill us, they are not scared
Even though you might think us terrifying, a creepy crawly that brings fear
We're just trying to live our lives, the same as you and now that you're aware
Maybe in the future you'll have dared
To not kill us, even though you're scared
Thank you for reading my poem, it's the first one I've ever posted online.
This was inspired by another poem "Allowables" by Nikki Giovanni. It's a poem that I think about a lot.
I am a former arachnophobe who's been trying to get over their fear and I've become quite fond of spiders through being interested in them. This poem is definitely from the heart as I don't want us to hurt spiders who are just trying to live like the rest of us.
I hope this post resonates with you or makes you think in some way.
Thanks again for reading 💜
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bedoballoons · 6 months
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Thanksgiving is coming soon! Maybe an appreciation message to each and every one of your anons? Or just your favs! Also thank you for always writing all the requests! Good work!
I was actually going to do something like this!! In truth I'm thankful for everyone who interacts with my blog, followers, people who leave notes and especially people who request things! All of them combined make me want to write my heart out and I feel incredibly lucky.
Anons...gosh my anons make my world go around, I wake up everyday so excited to see what messages I have from them, what chaos is going on in their lives. It's no lie when I say I love them <3
PREPARE FOR THE LONG POST PEOPLE
So special words for them:
Fairy anon: I'm so thankful you joined the anons, ever since that day you first started chatting I have just grown to appreciate you more and more. You bring a sense of sweetness and innocence to the anons, and you constantly ask how we are all doing. I don't think you could ever know how much seeing your "how is everyone doing today"s has brought me comfort even when I wasn't having such a good day. You're such a incredible person and I hope you know that 🩷
Sleepy anon: You're always a wild card, wether you're joining in on the simping or bringing out a new topic and I truly adore that because it keeps things fresh and shows more about how interesting of a person you are. I worry about your sleep schedule (because at this point I truly consider you all my adopted internet children and I only want the best for you), but other than that it's you who's always worried about others. Reminding me to take care of myself and rest when I need to has really helped me and I appreciate it, thank you 💙
Ramen anon: I notice you don't talk as often as the others do, meaning they probably don't know that you're actually my blood relative, my brother. I don't even truly know if I can put into words how much I love you man, you are the one who told me to write more...to follow my heart and helped me through some pretty dark times. If it weren't for I might not have met all these amazing people. Thank you for being my bro, for being so incredible to me ❤️
Donut cat: One of my very first anons ever and honestly one of the craziest too. There have been days where I felt so sad and then I'd see your asks in my inbox, talking about feet and police officers...LEGS AND NOW BOOBAS TOO. I just burst out laughing, you are one of my main sources of entertainment and I don't think I've ever had someone make me giggle as much as you have. Thank you donut cat, never change okay 🧡
Bananon: I think out of all the anons you've revealed the most about yourself, you're always involved in the conversation and talking about your life and I find it inspiring. You're brave and even when fighting illnesses and studies that probably have your head hurting, you always make time to stop in and talk to everyone. I love seeing what you're up to and I always want the best for you, thank you for being a inspiration and a important part of this anon family 💜
Fox anon: I'm not sure if you'll see this, but I'm thankful for having met you, for being able to read all of your many brain rotting ideas. I miss you to say the least, but I also see your name pop up sometimes in my notifications. Likes or reblogs, I see it and I smile to myself. I hope you're doing okay and you know you're always a joy to talk to 💖
New anons: Starstruck, Mushroom, Pancake! I'm already so appreciative of you all! From how funny pancake anon is when it comes to Heizou, to how sweet starstruck is, to how quiet mushroom anon is! You've all become apart of this group and I can't wait to learn more about you and chat with you about more fun things! Thank you for giving me that opportunity
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
(I won't lie...I teared up writing this. You are all the most amazing people ever...thank you for everything <3)
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spookyserenades · 9 months
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AAAAAAAAAAA another perfect chapterrr 😍 I had to spend all day pretending to work cause I couldn't wait to get home before I started reading. Hoseok's and Jimin's scenting scene was really hot like you said, I was curling my toes the whole time.
I feel like this has already been asked, but what is the reaction of the other hybrids while Y/N is being scented? I know it's a natural thing for them, but I for sure can picture Jungkook groaning and covering his head with a pillow from second hand embarassment to some of the hybrids flirting with her during those moments. Speaking of embarassment, I wonder how many awkward moments this super hearing will provide once she starts to get romantically (sexually) involved with one of them.
Also, I can't wait to read about JK's reaction to his birthday surprise. And Namjoon's trailer! I bet Y/N will find it unharmed for him.
Hope the future arcs will bring Y/N's full witch mode too. I will be saving Rhiannon and Season of the Witch on my playlist for when this day comes hahahaha
EEEEE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE!! I hope the update was a nice treat during your work day! 🥺 And hehehe their scenting scenes WERE pretty steamy-- both in different ways, and I'm stoked you liked them ahhh... Jimin's like an Austen hero; romantic, tender, and a touch restrained, and meanwhile we got Hoseok; wild, taunting, and a bit rough. Mmm sign me up for both LMAO 💀👹🛐
So that's an interesting question... I wonder, too, how they all react when another is scenting MC. Like, do they kind of sit around awkwardly and try to avoid eye contact with one another, or is it something so instinctual/natural that it isn't out of the ordinary for them? I'm sure there is DEFINITE jealousy that goes on, especially with Namjoon and likely Taehyung as well. I'd love to write blurbs in the future for these sort of Hybrid POV situations, perhaps after my classes are over the end of this month? I'm laughing at that image of Jeongguk, too... he'd either be torn between embarrassment or is too arrogant/cocky to care what the others think! And when they get romantically involved, now THAT will be a tricky thing to navigate. That will definitely be a conflict in future arcs! 🤭
I can't wait for Jeongguk's birthday too! I hope you'll love it, I wonder if MC will spoil him. You're right, I'm sure MC will do everything she can to find Joon's trailer for him... maybe it will win some more trust from him!
Absolutely more witchy things on the horizon, particularly in the September and October's updates!!! I'm psyched for this, I think it will go perfectly with the changes in the seasons. Rhiannon is one of my FAVES ugh, Fleetwood Mac is legendary! Maybe I should update the playlist for Trouvaille, soon 🤔
Thank you so so much for reading and catching up with me lovebug! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your month and much love!!🥰💓💜
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romeulusroy · 2 years
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Congratulations on 5K followers! You deserve them ALL! Can I please request a male ship from The Witcher? I am an autistic female who’s pale skinned with dark brown wavy hair that’s chin length and warm brown eyes. I am very shy with loads of anxiety when I first meet you, but once I get to know you..I’m bubbly with a sense of humour with quite a fiery temper. I also have bipolar and ADHD. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff
The type of man I’ll like to date is someone who’s gentle and kind, who will take care of me and comfort me during my darkest days, but still has a sense of humour who can make me laugh..I especially have a thing for either dark brown or mousey blonde hair.
I like baking, crafts, swimming, buying gifts for friends and family, music (mainly 60’s/70s stuff like Queen, ABBA, The Beatles, David Bowie and stuff like Hozier, The Amazing Devil, Ed Sheeran and Niall Horan), Disney films, animals (like sea otters, puppies, bears, hedgehogs, elephants), going for walks, chocolate, fantasy stories/fiction, sunsets, hugs, teddy bears, and sunflowers.
My dream job is to work in a cafe that also has a little cosy bookshop or to work with animals who need my help and kindness..✨🌺✨
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What trope are you? Destiny 💕
You'd only ever heard of pubs getting business. Regulars who broke tables fighting and demanded another round of something to make them forget. That wasn't the place you wanted to work, that wasn't the kind of place you wanted to call your own. When you saw the abandoned bar you knew that was your place, seeing all the potential it had. So, in a matter of weeks, you became a business owner, with your own little Cafe to share with all kinds of travelers. You had no idea what you were doing, but you didn't want that to stop you. You were proud of yourself, proud of how you spruced up the place, made it feel warm and cozy. Sweets of all kinds cooled atop the counters. All the books you could find sat in a nook, waiting to be cracked open.
Business was slow in the beginning. Your bubbly personality got a few regulars to come in, but not everyone loved the idea of their beloved pub turning into this. Travelers from all over came in wanting to get drunk and share stories, not read by a fire or share something sweet. Jaskier was one of them, though unlike the rest, he was pleasantly surprised. Everything felt warm and safe. It didn't hurt he thought a cutie owned the place, too. He was a huge flirt, offering to play a little music, attract some more attention. You can't say no. You're a but desperate. You thought this would be easier, that more people would love the escape you offer. Jaskier's absolutely smitten, with you and your sweet Cafe. He visits every day, inviting people inside with funny songs. In return, you surprise him all the new drinks and baked goods you make up.
Jaskier is your type of course! Kind and funny, he's always checking up on you when the place, thankfully, is very busy with customers. He's always offering a helping hand, and takes nothing in payment that's isn't coated in sugar. Maybe it was meant to be. You'd like to think so. After so many happy endings from all kinds of books, you were waiting for your own, whether or not you'd like to admit it. Jaskier asks you out without a second though. When it comes to you, there is no doubt or fear. He feels like the best version of himself when he's around you, and the most confident too. You spend your days together, laughing at silly songs, sharing books, grateful you two found one another in this big, grand world. You'll always be grateful Jaskier walked into your Cafe and offered to help, being his sweet, selfless, perfect self. . .
~ I hope you like it my love!!! Xoxoxo💜💖💜💖💜💖💜
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catcze · 3 years
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*the letter arrives as they usually do, signed with your name and a purple lipstick mark on the front, and sealed on the back with the wax seal of the Knights of Favonius. Upon opening it, a pressed flower falls out. It is a deep purple in color and unlike any you can recall having seen on your journey*
Darling, good morning! I have been woken up early by a rather energetic Sucrose: the first of the flowers has started to bloom!! That should have taken months, truly, but Albedo apparently gave her special soil that made it grow far faster. They're so beautiful, she immediately pressed a few for me and begged me to send one along to you. She also says hi, by the way, and wonders when next you'll visit(just to tease I told her "whenever I miss you so much I start crying, because I know you'll return in an instant" hehe~)
I still haven't found anything about these within my books, which is rather amazing. You've traveled more than I have, baby have you ever seen a flower like this? It reminds me so much of you all the same, but then again these days everything does...~
Also, I'm very glad that you're eating properly. Good girl~ however you better not be saying their food is better than my cooking! Hehe.. I'm just teasing, cutie. I know it isn't 💜 also, yes. 100 times yes; you know I would march to ends of Teyvat to keep you safe, starlight. You mean everything to me.
I'm going to try to get some more sleep, I'm still exhausted from last night. Sucrose just seemed so excited that little darling that I couldn't possibly ignore her, even at such an ungodly hour(it was around 5am, but who's counting). I wish you could be here with me.. I miss having you sleep pressed against my chest, so I can run my hand through your hair as you drift off, and give you little forehead kisses... Ugh, I miss you so much sweetheart. I can't take that train of thought too far or it'll get messy, hehehe~
Have a wonderful day darling, wherever you are, and please be sure to tell me more about it. I'm not even quite sure where you are frankly; but at least the messenger birds always seem to find you. Remember to smile; even if your day isn't sunny I'm sure if you just think about me that smile will return, hehehe~💜
I love you so much my rose. Take care.
Yours Always,
- Lisa 🌺💜
⠀That's wonderful news, love! I'm so happy to hear that Sucrose and Albedo are doing fine as well. Don't tease her too much, dearest, though I'm glad you two are having fun. I worry for them often, but I'm glad you're there with them. And please tell Sucrose the flowers were lovely, and though faint, their smell is very attractive! Ah, it’s beautiful–– i can only imagine what the living flowers that are there look like. I have’t found anything near as pretty as these to send back, so you’ll have to excuse me for now. Hopefully I can come across something worthy of you soon. 
⠀As much as I would love to see you come and eradicate everything in your path, Mondstadt and the knights do need you, dearest. Jean can only do so much on her own, after all. Ah, but regardless, just the thought of seeing you again makes me happy and excited. 💞
⠀I still remember the way that your room was always the perfect temperature to fall asleep in, and the place was always so comforting, like you. Maybe that’s one reason why I was always so quick to sleep with you there, because I always had the best sleep when I was around you. I hope that your sleep comes quick to you love, and that when you read this, you’re well-rested and happy. As sweet as Sucrose is, please don’t lose sleep for her sake, I’m sure she’ll understand. Although i can’t be there to hold you in your sleep or to receive your kisses, please know that even far away, I’m still dreaming of you. I miss you very much too–– these blankets I have are a poor substitute for your embrace, but they’ll have to suffice for now. 
⠀I love you very much as well, Lisa. The thought of your smile and your love keeps my day bright, dearest. Please have a wonderful day or night as well. 💞
––Catte 💞
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