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wrenreid · 1 year

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Off Limits

content warning: none i can think of (honestly this is one of my favorite chapters:))

Part Eleven

“Okay, why did no one tell me little Hotch got hot?” Morgan asks, halfway sitting atop his desk in the bullpen.

“Morgan,” JJ scolds, her voice disappointed.

He tosses his hands up in defense. “What? We were all thinking it.”

“No, we were not all thinking our boss’s daughter is hot,” she says.

“She’a definitely matured,” Emily points out.

“Sure, she’s gorgeous, but hot is not an appropriate term,” JJ, who I’m sure came out of the womb responsible, states.

The entire conversation seems like it’s miles away from my mind, but I can hear everything they’re saying. I’m too busy thinking about the subject of the matter, Jade, to partake in this, as JJ would agree, inappropriate workplace topic.

Jade payed a brief visit to the BAU just a few minutes ago to discuss something with her father and bring him lunch. She was with Jack, a lollipop in his hand.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have even known she was here if it wasn’t for Morgan. I was too busy flipping through paperwork to notice anything around me. But I had noticed a shift in the air, somehow she has that affect on me.

Anyway, he’d asked who was in Hotch’s office. The question prompted me to look through the window of our boss’s private room. I saw her, perfect brown hair and flushed cheeks due to the still-chilly air outside, and my chest fluttered for a second. Something that is apparently it’s new party trick; it happens every time I see her.

When she was leaving the building, she glanced at me. It was only for a moment, but a soft smile spread across her lips, which caused the corners of my mouth to perk up just the same.

“Hey, she’s not a kid anymore,” Morgan defends himself. “21 qualifies for being called hot.”

“Not when the subject is your boss’s child.”

“You weren’t saying that when you wanted to bone his brother,” Morgan shot back.

“That’s different,” JJ says, shaking her head. A soft smile is starting to form on her lips.

“Yeah, it is different because I’m not trying to sleep with her,” he laughs.

“Good,” Hotch says, stepping into the bullpen. His presence is as attention-demanding as ever. “Because she’s off limits.” He’s pointing a finger at Morgan accusingly, but there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He knows Morgan wouldn’t do anything like that. 21 may qualify to be called hot, but it doesn’t qualify to sleep with him. He’s too old for college kids now, which is something I will not say to his face. He also has enough respect for Hotch to not even think about touching his daughter.

I toss my satchel into the passenger’s seat of my car after plopping myself down in front of the wheel. As I turn around to back out of Quantico’s parking lot, I see Jade’s heels in the floorboard of my back seat.

My imagination runs a little wild as I begin the drive home, and I picture more of her things back there. Maybe a hair tie, a t shirt, then my mind wonders to a place it most definitely shouldn’t, a bra - something that I’d taken off of her.

I would slap myself if I weren’t driving. What the hell is wrong with me?

I turn up the radio to drown out the thoughts of her as I finish the drive back to my place.

My phone chimes once I’m home. Two words appear on the screen.

“Come over?”

Jade’s name is right above the words. Instinctively, I type back:

“Is everything okay?”

“No.”

She responds and before I can type my next text she says,

“Dying of boredom. Seems as though you’re my only friend right now.”

“What about CeCe?”

I don’t know why I’m wasting time asking stupid questions when all I want to do is run over there right this second.

“Busy.”

There’s a knock on the apartment door. I open it with a grin. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”

Spencer steps inside. “Well, you did say you were dying. I figure that’s urgent enough for me to come over.”

A wider smile grows on my face, my cheeks flush pink. “You’re right. It’s a dyer situation, Dr. Reid.”

He chuckles. “Home alone?”

I know he’s not asking it in a flirty way, but I still have to fight the urge to respond to him like he is. “Jack’s at a play date, and Dad’s still at work.”

“Ah,” Spencer nods with understanding. “I know I’m a doctor, Jade, but I’m not sure I’m the kind that can help with your situation. You know, the severity of dying of boredom.”

I roll my eyes, trying not to gush. I love when he’s sarcastic and witty. “You underestimate yourself.”

“Do I?”

“You do,” I nod, biting my lip. “I actually have something in mind that can help with my situation.”

“Which is?” His eyebrows stitch together slightly.

“Follow me,” I grin, heading upstairs.

Spencer hesitates, his cheeks pink and throat clearing.

“This is not one of those scenes where you get killed, Spence, I promise,” I laugh, making my way to my room.

He follows after a nervous chuckle in response to my words. I head to my bookshelf and grab a box.

“Chess?” He asks.

“Chess,” I nod my head, wiggling my eyebrows.

We sit on the floor of my room, setting up each piece of the game.

“You said we could play together, remember?” I ask, thinking back to a few days ago.

“I thought you disapproved of the idea since, in your words not mine, I’d beat you in two minutes,” he says, a slight smile on his face.

“I did, but here we are. Girls change their minds easily, keep up, doc.”

Spencer chuckles, looking down at the board.

To say he’s beating me in this game is an understatement. He’s whooping my ass, and he’ll definitely seal the deal in one more move. And for some reason, I’m loving every second of it.

He’s so focused on the game. His hands are folded underneath his chin while he watches me make my moves. His hazel eyes stare down at the board. He’s deep in thought, concentration. It’s hot as ever living hell.

I don’t think anyone has ever been this attracted to a man playing chess before. This is how all porn should start now, I think, because it’s definitely a turn on.

And oh my god is hands. I think I’m out of breath.

Spencer looks up at me, his movement snapping my eyes away from his fingers.

“Your move,” he says.

“Seems as though you’ve stolen all my pieces,” I tell him, looking down at my side of the board that is now infested with his white pieces.

“You do kind of suck.”

“Ouch!” I lightly punch his shoulder.

“Ouch,” Spencer teases, hand rubbing his shoulder.

I roll my eyes and stand up. “I’m done. You’re an ass.”

“Hate the game, not the player.” His features are beaming with a cocky grin.

“Oh, I’m hating the player,” I say, but I can’t help but chuckle.

He furrows his eyebrows, pretending to be sad by my words. “I take it back. You won the game.”

I laugh. “Oh, did I?”

“Mhm,” Spencer nods. “You’re an amazing chess player. Truly the best.”

He stands up, smoothing down his pants.

I shake my head, turning away from him to hide my burning cheeks.

“Come on,” he says, lightly touching my arm. “It’s not your fault this was all I did in college.”

A small chuckle releases from my lips. “All you did?”

“Aside from homework, lab assisting, being minorly harassed, and reading, yes,” he answers.

“So you really never went to a single college party?”

Spencer shakes his head.

“Tonight.”

“What?”

“Tonight,” I repeat myself, “you and I are going to one.”

“Going to what?” He plays dumb.

“A college party!” I exclaim.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Why not?” I pout

“Because I’m not in college,” he says

“Neither am I. Not here at least.”

“And the point of that statement is-?”

“C’mon, Spencer,” I say, poking at his chest. “Everyone has to go to at least one college party. And you’re still in your twenties, so it’s not weird. We’d fit right in!”

“You’d fit right in,” Spencer corrects.

“And you’d be with me, so you’d fit in adjacently.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Not how that works.”

“Please,” I whine. “I promise I’ll take care of you. You deserve to have this experience. Just this once.”

Lord, does she know how to convince me. It was the stupid pouty lip, her doe eyes. They reeled me in, making my brain malfunction. I said yes. I agreed to go to some college party with her tonight.

She looks as if she couldn’t be anymore excited, and I’m sure I look the opposite.

“Go home and get ready. Pick me up at 9,” she says with an elated smile.

“Yes ma’am,” I sigh, walking downstairs.

She follows, and even though I can’t see her, I know she’s still grinning triumphantly.

“Oh, and Spencer,” she says.

I look back, my hand on the doorknob.

“Do not wear a tie.”

I press my lips together in a line as she chuckles.

twelve

auth’s note: guys my birthday is in like 12 days😙

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teacup-tyrant · 5 months

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Can I offer some unsolicited advice to writers about when to post fics so people will read them?

I'm a marketer by trade so making sure I get eyeballs on the content I'm writing is not only a fandom hobby of mine, but it's my actual job IRL.

Someone made a post here about the times to post to Ao3 so they hit the right time zones. There used to be some kind of glitch there but apparently that has been fixed. But it's a good roundup post about some general tips and the important callout is that the best days to post are Sundays & Mondays. (which I find hilarious bc Sundays are worthless in business marketing and you generally want to post Tue-Thurs. But I digress.)

Now let me add something that content marketers refer to as newsjacking. That means something newsworthy has happened or a certain topic goes viral and people are currently paying attention to it, so you push your own content in relation to that. Obviously, there are ethical and unethical ways to do this. Don't push your brand in relation to a tragedy and try to capitalize on something awful. That's just a dick move and then you'll probably need to add reputation management to your marketing team's plate because you just got cancelled.

But lets relate this back to fanfiction. Here's an example.

The fandom I've written the majority of my fics for got some news the other day, and there hadn't been any news around the series in months. Suddenly it was trending again. If anyone wanted to drop a new fic, this was the time when the most eyeballs would be on it because everyone has been flooding the tag and paying attention again.

So ask yourself, did your series just finish airing or a new book get released? Perfect, publish a fic because people will be wanting MORE. Did a highly anticipated trailer just come out? Awesome, everyone will be making gifs and edits and craving content. Join in and publish a fic. In these instances, you're capitalizing on people's attention.

This all isn't to say hoard your fics like a greedy dragon until there's a sudden explosion in your fandom. But IF you want to be more strategic about when you publish, this is a Professional Opinion of how you should do it.

And you can look at all of this and say HEY, fanfiction shouldn't exist to stroke your ego. You should write for your own happiness and if someone else reads it, so much the better. And you're absolutely right. Personally, my hard drive is full of piles of random headcanons and thousands of words of half finished fics that will never see the light of day because I wanted to write them out of my brain and have no intention of ever finishing them. But the ones that get fully fleshed out enough to make logical sense, well, those are for everyone else. Those are what go to Ao3.

But listen, I'm human. I like being told I wrote a good story as much as the next writer. If any writer tells you that comments and kudos don't give them the warm fuzzies, and that they feel discouraged when a fic they post gets little to no traffic... then they're a goddamn liar.

This is just a way of making an organic algorithm work in your favor.

...because Ao3 has no real algorithm to market to you for profit and that's why we all love it so much. Hell, my job depends on engagement, impressions, and follower count, but Tumblr/Ao3 has none of that available publicly so they remain my favorite websites of all time.

#fanfiction #writing #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing advice #fanfic #fanfic authors

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mp0625 · 3 months

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Jouluiloa

Taglist. Masterlist.

Teuvo Teravainen x OC

For @callsign-denmark for @wyattjohnston ’s WINTER FIC EXCHANGE 2K24!!!!! This was so fun to write!!

A/N: This was so fun to write!! I loved being your super secret fic exchange human!! I loved getting to know you @callsign-denmark !!!!!!! This is my first time writing an OC so I hope it’s ok.

Words: 1.8k

Little backstory: Kate’s full name is Katherine Elizabeth Jarvis. Becca and Kate grew up together and are the same age (being born in 97). Becca also has a little brother that is Seth’s age but did not go pro. Takes place over Christmas time (I know it’s a month past). First time writing an OC, so it’s not the best

TW: None, Kate is a little bit of an ass at first

“Hey Kate, your brother is calling.” Becca calls across the barn.

“Say what now.” She called back. “Hold on, I'll be there in a minute.” As she starts walking over, a lamb with black sock follows her over.

As she grabs the phone from her, she answers. “Hello?”

“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”

“What? Why?”

“Have you not been on the group chat for the past 20 minutes?”

“No, one of the lambs got out and I had to spend a half hour chasing it because it wouldn’t come to a bucket of grain.”

“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”

“I ask again why?”

“Did you not see the game last night?”

“No, I did not. I haven't watched one of your games since you were drafted.” Kate started rolling her eyes “I went to enough of your games growing up.”

“Rude, I was checked into the boards last night and I broke two ribs.”

“You’re a grown adult, why do I need to come babysit you?”

“Mom said you need to come babysit me, cause I apparently can’t take care of myself.”

“Any idea how long I’ll be there?”

“I don’t know, till I’m better.”

“Good lord, fine I’ll be there in two days, but you’re paying for my show fees for the next year.”

“Ok see you in two days.”

After Seth hangs up Kate turns to Becca. “Hey, can you finish feeding and watering everyone?”

“Sure, you good?”

“Yeah, I’m going down to Carolina. Seth broke two of his ribs and mom wants me to take care of him.”

“Isn’t he like 21?”

“Yes but for some reason he can’t be a grown adult and take care of himself.”

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“Hey, just got off the plane. Where are you at and where do I need to meet you?”

“Hello to you too, I’m sitting at the arrivals gate. I'll meet you there and then we’ll go down to baggage claim.”

“Ok I’ll meet you there.”

As she starts walking to arrivals, she pulls out her phone to text her favorite Great Dane.

“Hey Frederik.”

“What’s with the full name?”

“Wanted to get your attention.”

“Ahh, why?”

“Want to get lunch soon? I’m down here for a while taking care of Seth.”

“Sure, just let me know when.”

Once Kate gets to the arrival gate she not only sees her brother but another person with him.

“Seth!” As he turns around to see who called him the other person turns to, she recognizes him but cannot place his name. Kate turns to the player next to him. “Remind me of your name?”

“Teuvo.”

“Thank you.” Turning back to Seth. “Why could Teuvo take care of you? And doesn’t he live with you?”

“He’s still playing and traveling with the team. And yes.”

“Ahh. So where did you park?”

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“Have you gotten any snow yet?” Kate pipes up from the backseat.

“No.” Teuvo answers back quietly.

“That sucks, we’ve gotten 30 cm a couple times already.”

“Damn it's not very festive in here.” She states after Seth unlocks the door and lets her in first.

“We’ve been on the road for the past two weeks so we haven’t had time to decorate.”

“First order of business is to liven this place up. Can we go get a Christmas tree this weekend?”

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“You ready to pick out a tree?”

“Yes, let me put my shoes on first.” Seth calls out. “Turbo, you ready?”

“Yeah.” He calls coming out of his room.

“What do you think of this one?” Kate asks as they peruse the lines of trees to find the best one.

“Oo this one looks nice.” Seth says as he turns around to see the one his sister is holding up. “What do you think, Turbo?”

“I like that one.”

“Then let’s get this one.” She says, “Seth, can you carry it?”

“Can’t, broken ribs remember.” He looks over at her with a deadpan look.

“Fine, Teuvo will you help me carry it to the front?”

“Sure, do you want the front or the back?”

“I’ll take the front.”

As the three of them head back to the apartment. Kate pipes up. “So do you have any sentimental ornaments here or do we need to run to Target?”

“Let’s make a quick run to Target, we don't have any tree decorating supplies.” Seth says getting in the other lane to turn into Target.

“So we need a stand, lights, some ornaments and a star.” Kate says, pushing the cart down the different aisles. “What do we think of these lights?” She asks the boys turning around to show them the multicolored lights, but they were nowhere to be found. As she walks down the aisles trying to find them as she turns down the last one she sees them playing with two hockey stick ornaments. “What are you two doing?” As the two of them look up sheepishly. “I think we have found our first two ornaments, put them in the cart. Any more ornaments while we’re down here in this aisle?”

“How about this one?” Teuvo asks, holding up a small canes logo.

“That one looks perfect.”

“Alright, are we ready to start decorating?” Kate asks as she starts to unpack the bags they got at the store. As Seth makes the hot chocolate and starts the Christmas music. “Teuvo will you help me untangle the lights?”

“Sure.” He says taking them gently from her hands and handing her back one end.

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“Where are you going, that you are getting this dressed up for?” Seth asks from the doorways as Kate puts the finishing touches of her makeup on and fluffs her brown hair up one last time.

“I’m going out with Freddie.”

“How do you know Freddie?”

“I’ve met him before at a game in Winnipeg. I bumped into him going to get coffee before one of the games and I recognized him.”

“You do know Freddie has a girlfriend right.”

“Yeah we’re just friends.”

“You look gorgeous.” Freddie spoke as he opened the door to his car as he met her up on the sidewalk.

“Thank you, so where are we going for dinner?”

“Sushi sound good?”

“Yes.”

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“And a goal for Teuvo Teravainen!” Yells Tripp Tracy though the TV screen as Seth turns on the TV.

“I told you that the game started 10 minutes ago, but no you wanted to go get ramen an half hour before puck drop.”

“Sorry I was hungry.” As Seth turns back to cheer on the boys in Ottawa. Kate looked down at her phone and started to text Teuvo. “Your goal looked awesome!! Congrats <3”

When the team got back from Ottawa, Seth was out grocery shopping and Kate stayed back at the apartment to reorganize the kitchen. She heard the front door open and called out. “I’m almost done here then you can bring the groceries in and put them away.”

“Was I supposed to bring home groceries?”

“No, I thought you were Seth.” Kate spoke standing up and walking towards him. “Can I give you a hug for your goals and winning the game?”

“Sure.” He spoke softly.

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“Are you sure you want to do this? You haven’t skated since you were in high school.”

“Yes, Seth I’m fine it’s not something you forget, and if I fall I have two big strong men to catch me.” She said, patting both of their chests while Seth shot her a displeased look.

“You ready?” Teuvo asks, grabbing the skates she was going to use off the table and handing them to her. “Do you need help tying them?”

“Yeah I feel pretty good, it’s been a little while since I’ve skated but I feel pretty good.” As Kate starts lacing up her skates, she looks up at Teuvo. “No, I’m good, that's one muscle memory that doesn't go away.”

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“So when do we want to eat Christmas dinner?” “Teuvo, in Finland they eat the main Christmas meal of the 24th correct?”

“Yes, they do.”

“That’s what we’ll do then.”

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“Hey Seth, will you set the table please?” Kate asks from the kitchen, stirring a pot that neither Seth or Teuvo knew what it contained. “Seth, can you please come pull the ham out of the oven?”

“Sure.” As soon as Kate put all the dishes and plates on the table the boys were surprised with the amount of food to feed an army. And all the different dishes, there was Ham, Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, rosolli salad, Porkkanalaatiko, bread, and gravlax.

“Kate, this looks like the best meal I’ve seen outside of Finland.”

“What’s the fish stuff?” Seth asked, poking it with his fork.

“It's salmon, you like salmon, just try it.”

“I hope you saved room for dessert, I made gingerbread cookies.” Kate mentioned pulling the tray out from the oven.

“I’ll start the coffee machine and turn on the Christmas movies.” Seth looks over at him questioningly. “It’s tradition to eat gingerbread cookies and coffee on Christmas and watch Christmas movies.”

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As Seth emerged from his room on Christmas, the sight of his sister standing over the stove cooking something was foreign as on Christmas, their mom usually just pops a breakfast casserole in the oven and lets it cook while they open presents. As he walked over to the stove he asked. “What are you doing, and what have you done with my sister?”

“Haha, very funny. I was researching Finnish Christmas traditions and they normally have rice porridge with butter and cinnamon for breakfast. And I don’t want Teuvo to feel left out.”

“But what about our breakfast casserole?”

In response to him asking that question she opens up the oven and inside is a breakfast casserole bubbling away.

“Kate, you didn’t have to do this for me.” He says as he stirs the porridge before pouring three bowls.

“I didn’t want you to feel left out, in having your traditional Christmas breakfast, it was not super hard to make and I was in the kitchen anyway making the casserole.”

As the three of them start to eat their porridge and the casserole. Seth pipes up “Kate did something happen, there’s a nut in mine.”

“It is a traditional part of the rice porridge whoever gets the almond makes a wish.” Teuvo answers for him.

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“Are you sure you have to leave?” Teuvo asked from the doorway as he watched Kate pack her bags.

“Yeah, lambing starts in a week and I need to be there just in case anything happens. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” He whispers, pulling her close. “I’ll help you put your bags in the car.” He says sadly, grabbing her suitcase.

“Hey, cheer up I’ll be texting you basically 24/7 from now on you’ll get sick and tired of me, this time next week.” She says passing by as she stops in the doorway next to him she gets on her tippy toes a little and gives him a kiss on the check.

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#the winter fic exchange 2k24 #teuvo teräväinen #teuvo teräväinen fic #carolina hurricanes #Carolina hurricanes fic

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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Jack 8

Summary: His ears stand up so high, you can’t help but want to nibble on them.

(You ever just see a cat’s ears and just want to clamp your lips on them? I do. I do a lot.)

You couldn’t help it. It was early in the morning, and being groggy usually means you’re more willing to give in to whatever random urges pop up in your head.

Jack liked to be on your shoulder or on your hand while you grab some water to chug. As soon as you opened the fridge and cold air buffed the both of you, Jack’s ears gave a tempting twitch. He shook his head, down to his tail, puffing it out before giving a mighty stretch to his whole body.

Just as he finishes flapping his ears about, you clamped your lips onto the tips with an “Ahm.”

You let go a few seconds after Jack gave a bark muffled by his cheeks.

Jack looked at you with his shiny gold eyes, clearly confused by the tilt of his head. He back up when you laughed with a tired smile, cautious. He even covered his ears with his hands, trying to bury them in his hair.

“Sorry buddy, it’s nothing.”

You did it again just as you got out of the shower, towel over your shoulders as your wiped your neck dry. A shower before bed, especially on a hot day, was always nice. And, once again, you were kinda sleepy.

You bend down to pick Jack up, who was patting at your ankles, gazing up at you with eyes that were borderline begging. But Jack doesn’t beg, at least not in that whiny way like Azul. Jack’s version of begging was to sit down, wait patiently with a wagging tail and shiny, expectant eyes.

Rarely were you ever in a shortage of shampoo lines. Rook, Crewel, and Sam loved to give you bottles of it, so much so you have a cabinet just full of them, all different brands, all of them expensive. Well, expect for Sam, you have to pay for those. Cheaply, by the way.

Though, this time, you were actually using a shampoo recommended by Neige. And apparently the brand he picked was by far Jack’s favorite. It didn’t have much of a scent to be perfectly honest. You just smell clean with a vague hint of after rain. You guess this smell was agreeable with Jack’s senses.

When you had Jack close enough to your face, he pressed his forehead against your cheek. His quick little sniffs tickled your skin. When you breathed out, his ears twitched once again.

You opened your mouth and closed your lips on his ears once more. You pulled back just as Jack snapped into attention. You couldn’t help the smile on your face when Jack gave a full body huff of annoyance.

“My bad, my bad.” You were absolutely not sorry.

When you woke up one morning, it was to your own ear being clamped on. You reach out and swatted whatever was on you, but you shot up in bed when you heard a shocked yelp.

“Ah shit!” You steadied Jack from the roll you sent him, “Sorry! I thought you were a bug.”

You placed him on your lap, rubbing your fingers all over his face. He found his sweet spot right on his chest and watched his leg stomp on your blankets.

“Sorry, Jack. Sorry.” Well, he was bound to get revenge for all those ear nibbles you’ve been doing.

You let him go when a gruff bark escaped his chest. His attention calling noise.

“Hm?”

Jack stood up straighter, eyes narrowing before closing them. His ears were straight up, tail wagging up and down. You raised an eyebrow when he didn’t do anything. Just sit in silence. What does he want?

He opened his eyes, gave a short huffy growl with his whole body. He pushed his ears down and and let them spring back up.

“Ahm.” Jack bit at open air. Only then did it click.

“Oh.” You cupped Jack in your hands, taking a second to watch his tail go wild, before gripping his ears with your lips.

His ears are truly made to be nibbled on.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #savanaclaw #jack #jack howl #house pet au #reader insert

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write more about study dates with boyfriend young!Tony?? 🥺 But this time they're not fighting and are both in good moods hahahah maybe they're helping each other out with homework and giving each other kisses as rewards for getting things right. 😍 Maybe once they're finished, they cuddle in his bed and a soft slow make out session ends up turning into slow cuddly sex?? Thank you in advance!!

Oh, Tony will eat up getting rewards for answering right bc he’s always right 😌But I guess those two do deserve an actual study date (and to be sweet on each other)! This ended being some self-comfort because I have some big tests after spring break

A Much Better Study Date

Warnings: 18+ | unprotected p in v | I guess that’s about it because I’m so used to going ballistic with my kinks | fluff |

Word Count: 2.2K

Finals week. That week before is always the most stressful, but you can always count on your troublesome shadow to help you out! When he's not in a bad mood, horny, or wasn't even paying attention to begin with, that is. His only saving grace was being smart enough to figure it out even when he didn't read the textbook, and honestly it was your saving grace, too, when you were just too lazy to read said textbook. Really, he hardly ever needed to study, but one of his favorite excuses to hang out with you (and get you in his bed) was dragging you over for a study date, specifically when his parents weren't home. And also because he liked helping you out when you were stressed. Though, his help sometimes strayed from the kind you needed.

"Tony, I'm serious," you laughed, trying to push him away from your neck and earning playful smooches to your arms instead.

"Studying is boring," he argued, a tempting uptick in his voice that alluded to his less-than-boring thoughts. You'd managed to get him through endless chapters of chemistry with no issue, but calculus II was where he drew the line, apparently.

"I don't want to fail," you said back, more stern this time. He whined in protest, but knew he didn't have a good reason to argue against your concern. "Then can we make it fun?" He quickly sat back up with a newfound idea, much more excited and smiling wide at your small laugh. "Depends on your idea of fun."

He leaned back in, your noses nearly touching as he glanced down at your lips. "When you get it right," he started with a sultry tone, "I'll give you a prize." The offer was as tempting as he was. You'd play along.

"Don't get me too distracted," you teasingly warned. You were a little disappointed when he backed off, snatching up the nearby textbook instead. Unfortunately, however, his little game depended on you getting answers right. Answers to math problems that you had already been struggling on.

"Wrong."

Wrong.

"Maybe try it again?" His question was unsure, almost scared to suggest it after you looked over at him with a nearly murderous look. You sighed heavily, going back to square one even with the discouragement.

"Close," he cheered, probably not meaning to sound so condescending. You dramatically fell backward onto the bed with an audible whine. He watched you silence for a moment.

"Here, maybe you can learn from me," you heard him say before the notebook in your hands was carefully tugged on. You let him take it without a fight, but the heavy textbook that replaced it didn't feel much better.

"You just want me to kiss you when you get everything right," you pouted, sitting back up and pointing your pencil at him.

"And then I'll kiss you when you get them right," he sassed back, taking the pencil and flipping to a blank page to work in. You sighed as you flipped through for another example problem, not having very high hopes. But he wasn't just scribbling incoherently onto the paper or sorting it in his head. You watched him work at a much slower pace than his brain was probably working at, making sure you could keep up. He was even drawing little arrows to help you connect the dots. You smiled, leaning in for a quick peck to his cheek and hearing his diligent writing stop. "I haven't even done anything yet," he looked at you, a knowing smile hiding on his lips. You shrugged.

"You didn't have to," you whispered, resting on his shoulder. He looked down with that smile that finally broke through, getting back to whatever he was doing, but you'd lost track by now. So by the time he was boxing in his answer and looking over at you, you hadn't even checked the correct answer yet. Really you didn't need to look to know he was right. That, and he was already leaning down to you for another kiss, knowing he was right. You teasingly avoided his lips, instead kissing at the bridge of his nose. He hummed in disappointment. "Not what I was hoping for."

You ignored him with a giggle, looking through the study guide for another problem you needed help with. "Do this one," you pointed almost excitedly at the jumble of math. Within minutes he was done, or maybe it was really that easy. That expectant gaze turned to you again, only this time, the grin on his face was a little more smug. You flipped through the pages to find the answer, almost afraid to correct him when you saw it.

"It says this should be a three," you trailed off, tapping your finger on the page. He studied the page for a few moments.

"I rounded it," he shrugged, deadpanning.

"It says not to round up."

"It's the same thing," he reasoned, head tilted with a pout. You sighed, unable to keep up your playful banter and leaning over to him. You could feel him smile into your kiss, and hear his whine when you pulled away so shortly after. He let you pick out another one and patiently worked it through with you in mind, playing along with that back-and-forth game, but whether he got bored of the work or just wanted to take control, you weren't sure.

"Your turn," he sang, pulling the textbook from your lap and offering that notebook in its place. You hesitantly swapped with him.

"Just look at my work while you do it," he calmly instructed, reassurance radiating through his tone. You only nodded, watching him flip between pages until deciding on the easiest one. Well, the easiest to him, probably. Regardless, you didn't complain, following along with those silly arrows Tony drew.

"See, easy," he flouted before you even had a chance to finish writing it out. You turned to him with a frown, ready to make some remark or another, but your mind blanked when lips softly pressed to yours. But just as you had done, he didn't stay for long, quickly pecking beside your nose before pulling back. He returned to the text in his lap, continuing to throw whatever problems he deemed fit at you.

"Look at you," he cooed, feigned impression in his voice as you boxed in another answer. You happily accepted another one of his kisses that had been steadily growing longer each time. And this time, he parted your lips with his, going in harder to leave you breathless. You teasingly bit his lip when you pulled away.

"Thanks," you said quietly, interrupting him before he could successfully chase after you. It wasn't much, but he did help you out a little. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours, glancing between them and your lips with a sigh before brushing it off with that always proud smile at being praised. He sat back up, taking the notebook and pencil from your hands and sliding over to the bedside table to discard those stressful study tools for the night. "Don't thank me yet," he remarked sarcastically. You huffed a half-hearted laugh, watching him flop into his usual spot on the bed and roll onto his side to look at you.

"You could at least try to believe I'll pass."

"If you don't, I'll buy you an ice cream or something," he said flippantly with a wave of his hand. You snorted, falling in place beside him. "You'll be fine," he reassured you in a whisper. The way he was looking at you made it so easy to get lost in his bright eyes and smile, chasing away any of your doubts. For tonight, at least.

You scooted a little closer, his lips already pressing to your forehead and arm circling over you to draw you against him. You yelped in surprise when he suddenly rolled you onto your back, laughing at the rapid-fire kisses being peppered around your face. He dove into your neck, each one starting to linger just a little longer than the last. You bit your lip with a smile when those sweet kisses became soft nips, and your breath hitched at the slow hands finding their way under your shirt. His hands slid their way over your ribcage, coaxing you to curl into him when they slid to your back, expertly twisting apart the hooks of your bra. Tony sat up, bringing you with him, and patiently waited for you to pull your shirt over your head. As soon as it was tossed to the side, your bra was pulled down your arms, joining your discarded t-shirt somewhere on the floor. His quickly followed. Along with your jeans, pulled down with your underwear in one swoop (if not a bit awkwardly while you laughed at his efforts). Even that playful smack to your thigh didn't stop you from giggling.

But the sight of his cock in his hand when he finally undressed did. You spread your legs in want, inviting him to settle in between them and gripping at the sheets when he did. He leaned over you with one hand anchored at your side while another lined himself up at your entrance. You were greeted with that familiar burning stretch when he entered you, clenching around him and squirming when he stopped moving. He barely moved in and out of you, easing your walls into letting him in more comfortably.

He dropped to you when he finally pushed in further, pressing his face against yours with a blissful sigh that fanned over your lips parted in their own silent moan. It had you smiling, cupping his face in your hands to bring him closer and finally closing that gap. The lips melding with yours pushed you back into the pillow beneath you, carefully licking over your bottom lip as they slowly moved with you. A shallow thrust into you had you gasping into him and drawing your legs to his waist. He made sure to fill you up with his second thrust before finding a rhythm in slowly rocking you with each strong snap of his hips.

As much as you enjoyed his rougher side, there was safety and affection in this slower passion. The head of his cock languidly dragged against that certain soft spot, a tortuous build-up only mitigated by the harsh kiss to your cervix each time he pushed back in. A warm palm trailed up your arm before taking one of your hands from his cheek, lacing his fingers with yours and nestling into your neck. He pressed into you just a little more, dropping your intertwined hands against the back of his neck and adding to the mix of quiet groans and breathy sighs that filled the room. Your other hand was displaced, instead gripping through his dark hair and trying to pull him in just a little closer, pressing your cheek to his and hugging your legs around him.

You whined when you involuntarily tightened around him, that gentle build-up finally threatening to tumble. His free hand that had been gripping the sheets flew to your thigh, the thumb caressing shapes into your skin matching the one rubbing at your hand in comfort.

"Wait for me," he panted quietly, picking up the pace to catch up with you. You gripped at his hand and pushed him into your neck with the grip you had in his hair, trying your best to hold on for him. The tightness in your core was relieved when he faltered, harshly pressing into you between shallowing thrusts.

"Cum with me, baby, you can do it." Hot breath fanned across your pulse with his words before teeth bit into your shoulder with a strangled moan. His grip on your hand tightened when he spilled deep inside you. You curled into him impossibly more as you let go, pulsing with his throbbing cock.

You knew he was finished when a gentle kiss replaced those teeth, and those soft lips lingered up your neck. That smiling kiss pecked its way over your cheeks and down the bridge of your nose before finding your own smile. He started that slow makeout again, noses bumping every time he tilted his head and grinning when it made you laugh.

He finally pulled away, hands leaving you as he slipped out of you and off the bed. It didn't take long for him to return, towel in hand. You reached to thread your fingers through his hair when he rested his head on your chest, flinching a little at the gentle swipe of the towel between your legs. He pecked an apology between your breasts before leaving again.

You rolled to his side of the bed, waiting for his return under the covers and closing your eyes. The lights flicking off caught your attention, feeling a dip in the mattress right next to you and the body responsible pushing you to make room. Despite his efforts, you kept yourself snuggled into his chest as he settled, nudging a leg between his to be closer. You felt his huff against the top of your head, where he still placed one more kiss before draping an arm over you.

"We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark x female reader #tony stark x fem!reader #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man drabble #iron man imagine #iron man fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel

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bottombatch · 22 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

thanks for the tag @optiwashere!

If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged! But here is one more for the road: @collegeoflore

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Apparently I have 20? That's news to me lol. I would have guessed like 10 to 12. I've used this AO3 account for a while, I guess.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

62,119 words, according to the statistics.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, only Baldur's Gate 3. Before that I was writing lightcanon for League of Legends.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. And They Were Roommates

2. To Muzzle a Gith

3. Misfit and Nomad

4. I Thought About You

5. Workouts in a Winter Hellscape

Damn. Some of these are callbacks.. Not too surprised, though. These either have popular ships or popular fandoms. LoL lightcanon in 1, 3, and 4 make sense to me, even if I'm embarrassed by the writing in them. Continually shocked by To Muzzle a Gith. I guess Shadowzel is that popular? I don't know. I have so little desire to write for them again and the writing in it makes me cringe, tbh. Same with #5 LMAO. You couldn't pay me enough to reread the fics I wrote in highschool.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, always! Well. If someone comments on something really old I might not? But only because im scared they'll ask me to update it lmao. But in general, yes! I love talking and hearing what people liked!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If I'm including the 20 QOTD Challenge fic (and i am because this is my post), I'd have to give it to Nerves, ch19 of that challenge. I mean, its a flashback scene about killing a childhood friend (and maybe lover) for a crumb of an uncaring goddess' attention.

It's pretty much the only piece of angst I've written that doesn't have some overtone of hope to it. I'm hoping to work it into my act 1 rewrite because I like it so much.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To me, its Savoring Seconds from the challenge. It's bittersweet but after everything those two have been through... It's the happiest I can envision them ever being. Maybe that's just my bias tho :P

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? Do most people get hate on fics? I haven't had anything of the sort. Hard to imagine what that would even be like..

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. Outside of To Muzzle a Gith, I think I write pretty tame stuff? More emotional than anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

A Common Song was really the only crossover, but even then.. it was really just a League of Legends fic with a cyberpunk2077 au. It had some good ideas tho.. maybe I'll return to it some day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I've noticed?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've helped with brainstorming before but that's really all.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This.. is tough. I change fandoms too often for something like this 😭 If I had to pick a bg3 ship... Laz/Karlach. Is it cheating to say my OC ship? Probably. But fuck you, its MY post. I've cried multiple times on the bus just thinking about these two, no one else had quite the strangle hold on me. (I was thinking abt Karlach's funeral btw).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Common Song. I was cooking on some of those ideas but I was FAR too ambitious lmao

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm... Not totally sure, to be honest. Its hard to read your own stuff and see what's uniquely strong. If you have any thoughts, please let me know!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't think my writing has much rhythm to it. I'd like to work on that. Also my grammar is shoddy at best. English classes were always my lowest grades :,)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

For fantasy languages I think it's fun! It can add a lot of depth and creates a lot of insight to a characters culture. Dabbling with Drowic for example was a lot of fun.

But like, a real language? Naw. I don't know any other languages so unless it was a phrase I knew a character said in canon.. I wouldn't want to risk a shoddy google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uh. It was either Invader Zim, Mass Effect, or SAO? I'm not totally sure. This would have predated AO3, when I was in middle school or something. I've tried to find those fics but I think they're genuinely lost.

Probably for the best lol.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Currently, it is Snowfall. Once I post it, I think it'll be the act 1 rewrite.

#fanfic writer q #tag game #doing this on my phone was a HUGE pain in the ass #i might go back and hyperlink the fics later if i remember

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forestshadow-wolf · 11 months

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Blossoms of Love (Chapter 9)

(not so) campfire stories

Pairing: soap/ghost

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, hanahaki

A03 link || Chapter 1 || Chapter 8

Progress was… slow, sluggish, stagnant; soap was sure there was a better word for it but he’s an artist not a poet. The sun creeped closer and closer towards the tree line, an image he’d have loved to sketch had he not had a job to be doing. It quickly became apparent that they would not be finishing before night hit, confirmed by price’s command to set up camp in the mostly intact body of the plane.

Ghost had been scarce since the initial crash, the night was beginning to set in and he wasn’t with the others yet. Soap found him a few paces into the trees. Why would Ghost be all the way out here, there was no reason to be, at least not as far as he could tell. He was crouched down, back to him, he seemed… off. Well more off than he had been lately.

He called out to the man, who straightened up and whirled around quickly, as if caught off guard. Odd, he wasn’t being particularly quiet, and even if he was Ghost ordinarily would have picked up on it anyways. He worked to hide an interrogative look, not wanting to push any boundaries, not today at least.

“Sergeant.” he cleared his throat.

“Uh Price set up watch. Ah said ah could take first, but he said you wouldnae mind. So…” he trailed off at the end, not sure where he was going with that sentence.

“Aye, I don’t mind.” they set off back toward their makeshift camp.

Everyone was already mostly settled and were heading towards the edge of sleep by the time they were back. Ghost settled on his bedding and soap grabbed his sketchbook before sitting beside Ghost. To which he got a shoulder nudge and an inquisitive look.

“What?”

“What’re you doin’, Johnny?”

“Wha’d’ya mean ‘wha mah doin?’ ah thought it was pretty obvious am sittin’ doon.”

“I know that, ya ass. I mean shouldn’t you be goin’ to sleep, not doodlein’ in your book?” ghost rolled his eyes.

“Eh, not tired, ‘Sides ah w’s g’nna come take yer place anyway. ‘Ts easier to j’st stay up fer a few more hoors.” that truth was easier to say than the ones that lay beneath it. The one that said that Ghost was acting just a little bit too off. the one that said he knew exactly what kind of thing grew in loveless areas. The one that said that something about Ghost made him want to both run away and get even closer at the same time. Ghost hummed roughly with what Soap could only describe as skepticism, as if he knew Soap hadn’t told him the real reason, granted he hadn’t but Ghost didn’t know that.

It was maybe half an hour later, they hadn’t said anything to each other since they settled down, instead opting for a… something silence. He couldn’t really explain how it felt. Soap still had yet to actually draw, he’d just been slowly filing his pencil down into a sharp point on the paper, watching it darken with each pass of graphite. It’s not like he was even going to do anything with the blackened paper, he’d never been good at negative drawings, it was really just something to keep him occupied. Ghost shifted beside him, but he didn’t really pay much attention to it, he didn’t mind being watched. Not if it was Ghost anyway.

“There’s Orion's belt, just over there.” soap startled slightly at the quiet voice beside him. He looked over to see the man pointing to something in the sky. He followed the finger, but he’ll admit he never had a knack for picking out stars and constellations. He offered up an interested hum, Ghost took that as his cue to continue.

“That cluster over there I’ve heard goes by many names, only know some of the stories though. My favorite is Aphrodite's carriage.” soap nodded, pretending to follow along as Ghost launched into whatever tale stars he had queued up in his brain. Soap couldn’t tell if Ghost was doing it for his benefit or if that was just how he told stories, but his imagery gave Soap intense urges to sketch it out.

That’s how they spent the next hour, with Ghost telling stories and Soap quietly sketching them out, it was an odd sort of role reversal. Soap would be lying if he tried to claim to have learned any of Ghost’s constellations, but he did listen to them.

“How’d’ya ken so much aboot th’ stars, L.T.?” soap garnered his curiosity between a lapse in Ghost's storytelling.

“I don’t.” he said it so simply, so matter-of-factly that it took soap a moment to process what he said.

“Bu- wha’d’ya mean? You were literally just telling me about- er what’d ya call it? ‘Jupiter’s Bowl’?”

“I made it up. The only constellation I know is Orion’s belt. Hell, I don't even know if I pointed to the right stars on that one.” again it was that matter-of-fact tone, as if it was obvious. It confused Soap to no end, he’d spoken with such… confidence? Self-assuredness? That soap didn’t even question him.

“So.. ye just got thoose stories locked and loaded? Or do ya improv ‘em?”

“Had some of ‘em for a while, other’s I made up.” There was a slight inflection in his voice that gave soap the feeling that they were creeping up on uncomfortable territory, so he flipped aspects.

“Tell meh ‘nother?” a smile quirked at the edges of his lips.

“Depends, it gonna put you to sleep?” the tone was light again, if not a tiny bit scratchy.

“Me? Nah, ah’d neve’” Ghost took it with a nod and launched them into another story. It was something flashy and eye-catching, but not memorable, simply for entertainment. At some point Ghost scooched over to watch soap draw, who leaned back just slightly to give a better view. That’s how they spent the rest of Ghost’s and the first half of Soap’s watch, with Ghost taking them on mini adventures, and soap documenting them. Eventually though soap nudged Ghost over to his bedroll next to Nik, knowing the man hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. Ghost rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘mother hen’, but complied nonetheless.

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@checkerscharlie @halb-nichts @heyitsropi @trekkie-in-space @lavenderstem

#el rambles #Blossoms of Love #hanahaki #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod

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juniperusashei · 2 years

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The Pillow Book by Sei Shōnagon, translated by Meredith McKinney - 4/5

I don’t often read multiple translations of a work back to back, but Arthur Waley’s “translation” of The Pillow Book was so unsatisfying, racist, and misogynist that it made me want to immediately check out a more faithful one. Fortunately, Meredith McKinney has translated it in its entirety, an infinitely more faithful rendition. This is apparent in the introductions: Waley says “I have translated about a quarter of The Pillow Book. Omissions have been made only where the original was dull, unintelligible, repetitive…” whereas McKinney treats the source material with appropriate respect. Waley’s comment is all the more baffling, because those lists and mundane musings that he evidently found boring were actually my favorite part.

There’s a lot of information in this book, and you could read it in any order. I read it straight through, because it was a library copy that eventually I will have to return, but I am entertaining buying one for myself because it really is a book of infinite depth. There are hundreds of pages of footnotes, maps, diagrams, even a glossary explaining how each color was dyed. McKinney provides enough information to completely delve into this world, unlike Waley who mostly focused on the political aspect. But this work is truly great because the information isn’t necessary for understanding the clear translation. You feel like you’re there in Heian Japan from the primary text alone. I would not have finished this book if I chose to read every footnote, so I decided to focus more on Shōnagon’s musings on nature and comedic ramblings, instead of trying to fully understand every literary allusion and every romantic subplot. But if you want to delve into that, the information is there, and that’s what’s so beautiful about The Pillow Book.

When studying history, we rarely think about relatability, even though everyone who has ever lived has had a complex internal life the same as we do. What’s different about Sei Shōnagon is that she was able to express it. Back then, Chinese was like Latin was used in medieval Europe, so it was a scholarly language used by mostly men. Only women were permitted to write in the vulgate Japanese. So despite the Heian era being a misogynist time period, most of the literature we remember today was written by women, because they were actually writing in their native tongue and were thus more able to explain these complex inner narratives. Her voice reminds me of Jane Austen; propriety is the water she swims in but because of this she’s able to make fun of it. For example, Shōnagon writes “I hate it when, either at home or at the palace, someone comes calling whom you’d rather not see and you pretend to be asleep, but then a well-meaning member of the household comes along and shakes you awake with a look of disapproval at how you’ve dozed off.” It reminds you that you’re studying real people and not just historical events on a macro scale. Which brings me to this: I recommend this book to any aspiring sci-fi or fantasy writer struggling with worldbuilding, because I’ve never before read something so dense with detail about a time period that’s completely foreign to me. Pay attention to what Shōnagon explains to the reader and what she takes for granted about her world.

#the pillow book #Sei Shōnagon #meredith mckinney #nonfiction #biography #4 #may 2022 #2022

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daenqyu · 3 years

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— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,,

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right?

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?”

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal,

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?”

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss,

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf????

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone

but when it’s you he doesn’t

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?”

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!”

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??”

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

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ramblesanddragons · 3 years

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There’s a Problem in Animation

So putting aside the theories and hype for a minute the fact that they cut Season 3 of The Owl House from 10-20 episodes down to 3 is frustrating.

Now Disney isn’t the only one guilty of this. (I’m looking at you HBO) Lately things with their TV animation has been crazy. Between whatever happened with Ducktales and we all know the Amphibia issue this shouldn’t come as a shock. Alex Hirsch ended Gravity Falls after two seasons but that was because he was finished telling the story. It was his choice. Apparently Disney took that as “Hey things can be wildly popular and we don’t even have to give the show more than two seasons!” There’s no hate on Alex btw this is all Disney’s doing.

Luckily we have a chance to engage with the higher ups than we ever have before. Between Twitter (for all it’s faults it’s direct) and other social media we can let how we feel be known. And I’m thankful we can engage with creators too. I don’t think anyone outside of “the industry” knew what was going on with their favorite shows back in ye olden days. Now we can get insights.

My favorite example of “the industry” being dumb is Critical Role. They wanted to make an animated episode and pitched it around. Everyone said no. So they went to Kickstarter and broke all the records. We care about creators not the producers who are so afraid of new content and bold they don’t take many chances and on the ones they do they throttle them to fit whatever they deem the standards are. I wish we could just kick start all the good things but I know that doesn’t always work and making stuff costs money. Although if Dana did do that for her next project I would toss all the money at it.

My point...we need to let Disney and other producers know we’re paying attention. Dana mentioned writing a letter so by God I wrote one. Basically asking “WTF is your problem” but politely...ish.If you too want to write a letter the best place I’ve found it here: https://disneynow.com/feedback

Pick TV program Related or General Feedback. It didn’t seem to have a word limit so go forth and let them know how much you love The Owl House and other shows. Maybe it’s gotten to the point where we have to start bugging the hell out of the big wigs.

TLDR: You can go to this link here (https://disneynow.com/feedback) to tell Disney that The Owl House should have a full season 3 or let them know how you feel about how they’re treating their other shows on top of using twitter.

#The Owl House #Ducktales #amphibia #Rant #I got mad so I wrote a letter #just like with my congressmen

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notmanagingmymischief · 2 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

so this was an "incorrect quote" from the amazing @missfalcon, who, as usual, tagged me and said this is a job for bex. and i, being the lovely friend that i am, provided.

enjoy.

You didn't even really realize you did it until someone pointed it out. But, according to Enoch, you had a tell. Specifically a tell for when you were lying. You weren't quite sure how he found out, nor how he ended up correlating the two things, but...he did. Apparently when you lied, your ears went red. You only lied for the children's good, of course, but still, he had found out. And, of course, had chosen to tease you about it in good old Enoch fashion. Since he had begun this routine, you had begun wearing your hair down, assuring that one couldn't see your ears. Most of the children weren't tall enough to try and push it back, and the older ones didn't really dare get that close to you. Not that you'd hurt them, of course, but they still knew better than to upset you; Miss Peregrine would have their heads. But one day in particular, you had forgotten to pull your hair down from it's ponytail. And of course, Enoch took advantage of this.

Dinner had just finished, and you'd been assigned dish duty. Luckily this was a smaller meal, so it doesn't take you long to finish up and put everything away. Once you're done, you replace the dishcloth in it's spot and walk out of the kitchen with one last nod to yourself. You don't really have any plans, so automatically you decide to make a visit to your favorite person. She's not in her office, surprisingly, but instead lingering in the sitting room and chatting quietly with Enoch. You walk in slowly, smiling towards Alma and nodding to Enoch, who mirrors it as you perch yourself upon the armrest of one of the sofas, trying to tune into the other's conversation. It's nothing too interesting though, so you end up not paying attention anyway, picking at your nails. "You know, I found out something about y/n a few days ago." Your head snaps up to look at the pair at the mention of your name.

You watch Alma give him a strange look, leaning against the doorframe and asking "And what might that be?" She doesn't spare a glance your way and you pray that Enoch isn't about to tell the woman what you think. But, of course, he does. "Her ears flush when she lies. It's quite funny." You hiss under your breath and call out "Don't you dare, Enoch," making the boy look over at you with a mischievous expression. Your eyes flash with a warning and you raise a pillow in the air, hovering threateningly above the couch that he's directly next to. Enoch glances at it but doesn't really mind it as he states "Watch this," to Alma, and proceeds to turn to face you properly and ask "So y/n. Do you have a crush on Miss Peregrine?" Oh for fuck's sake. The second the word "crush" comes from the boys lips you rip your hairband out so that your hair can fall over your ears when you say "No. Why would you think that?"

You can feel Alma's eyes on you, staring at you quite intensely while Enoch's glint with wicked amusement. There's no way the fact that you chose to cover your ears at that moment isn't suspicious, but you just pray that Alma assumes Enoch is lying and brushes it off. Because of course you have a crush on Miss Peregrine, and of course he would ask while she was standing right there. Of course he would. So you clear your throat and stand up, making an excuse and quickly retreating from the room, more than your ears burning red.

Your luck absolutely sucks. Why? Well, because you didn't even make it two days without being forced into a confrontation with Alma. And not just any confrontation, no no no. A confrontation about Enoch's claims and your blatant lie from the previous day. You're in the study, curled up in a chair with "Murder on the Orient Express" in your lap and a content smile on your face. It's quiet and peaceful, the faint sounds of children playing outside and pages turning. Until it's interrupted by the sound of familiar heels on hardwood. Your head raises slowly, dread gradually creeping in as the sound gets closer until the owner finally appears. You lock eyes almost immediately, and instantly regret it, looking back down at your book and trying to pretend like the way Alma looks at you isn't making your skin tingle. Absently you make sure that your hair is still down. It is.

Your ignorance doesn't make Alma go away, instead bringing her closer to you, steps slow and purposeful. Without looking at her you can still tell when she's arrived in front of your chair, and after another moment of silence, she asks "May I speak with you for a moment?" You hum neutrally but don't look up at her, even when she sighs in exasperation and moves around the chair until she's next to it and can sit down in the opposite. "Y/n. Look at me please." You sigh heavily, unwilling but also unable to ignore her, and finally move your gaze from staring at the same two words over to Alma. Her expression is more tense than normal and it sets you on edge. Without making direct eye contact, you ask "What is it you need?" The ymbryne hesitates, before replying "It's about what Enoch mentioned." You figured as much, but it still makes your skin crawl uncomfortably and a sinking feeling to enter your stomach. "Look, I'm sure he was just joking. We really don't need to--" "Oh, but I think we do, darling." The pet name subconsciously relaxes you in a way; she wouldn't use it if she was truly upset.

Finally you meet Alma's eyes, closing your book and angling your torso towards her more. A small smile twitches on the woman's lips and she states "I'm not upset y/n. It is...normal, for one to feel attracted to people in power, especially at your age." The age comment makes you frown--you're not a child--but she continues anyway. "Though I do find it a bit odd that this is the first time it's come up." The tone of voice Alma's using once again is quite disconcerting and before she can say more you quickly interject with "Alma please. We really don't have to talk about this. I know that you don't--that it's a silly...a stupid fantasy I guess. Just forget about it, please." Your gaze drops from her face again, unable to look at her, and instead focus on your nails again as a means of distraction. No one speaks for too long, and the silence is deafening. You nearly get up and walk away, but just as your muscles tense in preparation to stand, Alma speaks. "I want you to tell me to my face that you're not lying. Tell me that you don't have a crush on me, and I'll never bring it up again." You swallow through a dry throat; surely she doesn't...no, she won't drop it unless you obey, you know that much.

So with a deep breath, you swing your legs down onto the ground so you're facing Alma completely, look her dead in the eye, and quietly say "No. I don't have a crush on you." You're acutely aware of your ears heating up, but your hair is down. Your gaze hard and confident, you match her own intensity just as easily. You need her to believe you because if she doesn't, and figures out that, yes, you actually have liked her quite a bit since the first time you laid eyes upon her, then you'll never forgive yourself for the resulting rejection. Alma's eyes search yours for any hint of untruth; she finds none. The ravenette hums under her breath, and for a moment you think that you've actually gotten her to believe you. But then she leans forward and raises her hand towards you as she murmurs "Well that's a shame," and before you can stop her she's brushed your hair back to reveal your right ear, the tip hot to the touch. Your breath catches and your heart plummets, throat constricting painfully and all air leaving your lungs. "Alma, I--" "Hush."

Alma cuts you off before you can make an excuse. "I figured as much," she breathes, eyes focused on something just past yours. Throat dry, it's hard to swallow properly, but you don't dare speak as her gaze finally returns to yours and her fingers move from your hair to your face, hooking a finger under the angle of your jaw and tipping your head up just a tad. "Really, you could have just told me," she mumbles before leaning forward again and pulling you a bit closer, and you just have enough time to think "oh," before her lips are on yours. Your heart stops for a moment, you're sure of it, and when it starts again it's beating much faster than normal. As you blink a few times, making sure this isn't some cruel dream, you finally press back before Alma can pull away, squeezing your eyes shut tightly and automatically fisting your hands in the lapels of her jacket. The woman carefully lowers herself to the ground in front of you, allowing her a better angle without having to lean forward as much. The position puts you a bit higher than her and you use it to your advantage to grasp her face gently between your hands, needing to feel her skin, to feel her under you and prove that this is real. That it isn't just happening in your mind.

She's warm, and real, and it makes your skin tingle. You can feel Almas lips twitch into a small smile against yours as you absently run your thumb over her cheek--smooth , flawless skin under your fingers--and nip lightly at her lower lip. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make Alma's breath catch and her own hand shake a bit on your thigh. Finally, you pull away when you can no longer breathe, though you'd be perfectly content to replace the needed oxygen with Alma; her perfume, her very existence, suffocating in the best way. Breathing a bit heavier, you sit back a close your eyes, still not quite comprehending everything happening, and Alma chuckles breathlessly, dropping her hand before standing up. And before you can say a word, she mumbles "I like you too, by the way," and is out of the room before you can reply.

#miss peregrine #alma peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #eva green #eva green x reader #fanfiction #imagine #ficlet #prompt #x reader #fem!reader #lgbtq #lesbian

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lantsovsupremacist · 3 years

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nikolai lantsov: currents

warnings: nikolai lantsov being the best man ever wouldn’t you know 🙄☝️

spoilers: set during king of scars but no major spoilers!!!

you looked up from the paperwork strewn about the desk situated in a far corner of the war room. tucked away here, you would never be the first target. some might call it paranoia or chalk it up to the trauma of the civil war, but you simply preferred a spot to observe quietly in the shadows.

toyla and tamar followed the king inside, nodding at zoya, genya, and david surrounding you.

“oh. it’s you. it’s all of you. i...” the man, or more likely boy, who skittered into the room spoke in a squeaky tone, “an absolute honor. a dream, really.”

briefly meeting nikolai’s eyes as he turned around from shutting the door behind him, you transferred your line of sight to the figure now bowing at your feet. zoya scoffed, eyes rolling to the heavens. genya and david shared a cohesive frown.

dropping the pen from your hand, you pushed your hair over your shoulders and straightened. you listened thoughtfully as he gave an introduction to each of your fellow grisha, recounting his apparent conclusions of them. when he treaded the sparkling waters that were genya, your face began to drop into anger.

“the first tailor, who bears the marks of the darkling’s blessing.”

her flinch did not go unnoticed by you. and as the only one whose temper rivaled yours kept hers in check, you failed to. the pressure immediately began to decrease in the room and the air dry of any moisture. nikolai’s head whipped up, perhaps the one most familiar with your temperament (other than zoya in your shared youth—never happy to be on the receiving end of a soaked kefta in class).

his hands flew up, taking a step towards you, bartering with any position he could gain. your fierce protection over genya was not unknown to those close to you, a flaw in the monk’s faulty perception. you let your shoulders fall, calming any potential downpour.

if yuri noticed your show of power, he made no move to address it, “ravka’s most powerful tide maker. oh the stories of how the darkling sanctioned you with the power to drown men on land.”

you froze but not because of a lie. his words were all true. the darkling hand selected you for this special training at age eleven. you allowed the legend to transpire, protecting you much like kaz brekker, dirtyhands of ketterdam. this was not a lore you would repeat with starry eyes and dreams of an otherworldly fantasy. none of the lives you had been forced to take before jumping ship to join sturmhond during the civil war could be washed away.

for all of your hard edges and brutal words, there were chinks in your armor that could not be hidden. tamar and toyla brought a hand to their weapons in startling unison. zoya’s eyes called out for yours.

nikolai’s features immediately darkened, an eclipse shadowing the usual light in his eyes. he rose from his chair slowly, exhibiting all of the power that he had inherited.

the shameless monk managed to hold himself upright but the unchecked tremble of his fingers exposed the fear instilled by the king’s actions.

“if i ever hear of her name—any of their names—leaving your mouth again,” nikolai began, his words sharper than the edge of his sword, “for any purpose in any country,” nikolai paused to watch yuri shrink under his steady gaze, “there will be nothing left for your believers to mourn into martyrdom.”

you held your chin high, your eyes twin daggers poised to launch across the room and eagerly embed themselves in a target. the ire in your chest began to subside upon witnessing yuri’s response to your boyfriend’s threats, only to be readily replaced by a flush of desire as his hazel eyes sharpened.

breaking eye contact with the monk who could not decide where to offer his, you glanced about the room. zoya had steeled herself beside you, radiating enough anger to address each of yuri’s mislead and misspoken opinions. even david’s face appeared from behind the book in his hands, though he kept his page by leaving it open to rest on his lap.

“am i correct in my assumption that you have heard me clearly,” nikolai’s voice carried across the walls, not quite commanding any longer but instead demanding the attention of those stood inside.

“y-yes your highness,” yuri stumbled out weakly as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his wiry nose.

after finishing up matters with your friends, nikolai took off out of the room, glancing back to make sure you intended to follow. you fell in step behind him, remaining quiet until you reached the stairs leading up to his chambers.

“i could have handled him, you know,” you pressed nikolai, hands repeatedly flexing and unflexing as they brushed against the sides of your blue kefta. your tone held no anger, simply indicating a truth.

nikolai drummed his fingers against the railing, pausing before turning back to face you, “of course you could have, love, but where’s the fun in that for me?”

you appreciated his willingness to defend your honor but the playfulness in his tone felt forced. he did not even make an attempt at his trademark smile imbued by charm and confidence. you decided in that moment that you would do to see it’s safe return.

“nik,” you spoke, repeating yourself after the absence of an answer, “nik.” your hand finding its way into his own hanging limply at his side.

“do you really see yourself in that way?” his voice shook, nearly choking on his final words.

any time the topic was brought up, nikolai was reminded of your stance. you had broken down to him the night after the darkling fell at the hands of alina starkov. no matter any of your friend’s persuasion, you stood firm in your position. you deserved to pay for the harm you inflicted on so many innocent. you were a monster, one who had given in to being handcrafted by another.

the untroubled nature with which he typically carried himself had vanished. your own expression faltered. his particular kind of magic, knowing smirks and careful quips that were like incantations for smiles, vanished.

and while it was normal for nikolai to drop the facade of a charming king around you, the pain held in his eyes plummeted your heart into your stomach.

“i think i did once,” you replied airily, not wasting your breath on a lie that nikolai could surely detect before the sound waves settled, “right after the war ended.”

nikolai chewed on the inside of his cheek anxiously, “but you’ve intentionally chosen past tense to describe these feelings.”

“yes,” you nodded, drawing your lover closer to you by the lapels of his jacket, “always so observant. it’s only of the many things i admire about you.”

nikolai sighed, closing his eyes and letting his blonde curls fall upon your forehead. you brought a hand up to stroke his cheekbone, soaking in the warmth of his skin pressed up against own.

“your strength,” nikolai said after a moment, drawing a hand to your waist, “your perseverance.”

“hmm?” you hummed quietly in question, content to reside with him inside this moment only belonging to the two of you.

“qualities i admire in you, my love,” he smiled after a moment, not entirely to be described as filled with confidence but surety nonetheless.

the flush of color in your cheeks always reminded nikolai of the pink dahlias planted in his favorite corner of the garden. maybe it was because it was where he had first kissed you. he decided that was probably his reason, although he never needed one to justify the beauty of either the memory or girl in front of him now.

too caught up in the memory, nikolai’s lips dipped to yours. you could always grasp a lingering taste of saltwater no matter how far away he was from sea, how many weeks removed. it reminded you of home. it was home.

“i love that you protect me, sobachka” you whispered against his lips, down his jaw and neck.

you did not need the exaggerated tales of your terrifying capabilities to destroy to wear as armor anymore, for you had the best man you had ever known to guard you.

as his hand wove into your hair and the other spiraling lower down your back, your breath hitched in your throat when he answered, “i can do so much more than that, my sea.”

nikolai settled on a simple quip, something guaranteed to make you smile. as a boy, he dreamed of a girl who would laugh at all of his jokes. when he grew, he figured many would be forged, a fallacy to fall in good graces with the king. he had yet to detect a lie within the giggles that left your lips.

the golden haired king would do anything to see you smile. he would pour hours into chasing perfection for you. once, he had even allowed toyla to confer with him about romantic poetry. despite the recitation being quite dreadful, you had laughed the most you had in a long time that day. now, just to catch up with the smallest piece of that magic again, he brought a new poem to you each night.

“i thought that i had seen the most gorgeous sights as sturmhond,” he began, unable to help biting his lip at your smallest quirk of a smile, “the volkvolny showed me how to fall in love with the endless waves at sea.”

you sucked in a breath, immersed in the way he spoke so intentionally. he was entrancing. you loved to hear about his travels before you met him, immersed in his storytelling.

“but none of them were every as beautiful as the ones you make,” he finished with a grin.

instead of reaching up to smack him at the cliche, you ignored your first reaction and instead pulled him closer to you. with your hands tucked against the back of his neck, you allowed your thumb to ruffle his lose and unruly curls. here, he was soft and gentle, untouched by his role.

“our ship had four other tidemakers,” you voiced softly, recalling your betrayal of the darkling after sturmhond’s crew imposed a mutiny, “but you chose me to lead the crew. you told me that was because i was the most powerful, but i certainly wasn’t with the waves. my power was not as practiced with currents.”

“but they were the prettiest,” he chuckled with puppy dog eyes honoring his nickname.

you gaped at this confession, “are you telling me you picked me as a leader during a war because the waves i created were pretty?” the initial seriousness in your tone melted away with every breath.

“i remember calling them the prettiest,” he twisted your hips, swaying you with him, “didn’t help me that the girl that could make them was the most gorgeous one i had ever seen. darling, i’m a prince, so i will inform you now that i have met a lot of people.”

your laughter was more delicate now, trailing off as you found direction in his eyes, “i had not been trusted with currents in years,” your voice softened, “he wanted my power elsewhere. i hated all of it. do you know the only memory i have of my parents is my father guiding the currents with me while we fished outside of town as a child? i was so excited to create like that with my power but all i did was destroy,” fighting back any moisture building in your eyes, you continued, “you gave me that back, nikolai.”

nikolai felt his heart stir inside his chest. he caught up to one of his most favorite smiles of yours. a rarity it was, reserved for the quietest and most understated moments that you could hardly share due to the both of your occupations and temperaments.

“i love every part of you,” nikolai dictated, “every drop of saltwater in the sea could not compare.”

you repeated the phrase before stilling, “well, now you’ve gone and ruined this with another one of toyla’s fictions.”

“ah, ah,” he tsked, “i made that one up myself, love.”

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Jeongin x female!reader

Synopsis: FINALLY getting to meet your boyfriend's band mates

author's note: *taps mic* Is this thing on? Hi. Hello! Look at me showing up like I didn't disappear and neglect this blog for the past 10+ days 😬🤧😖 so sorry for that but once I got into vacation mode *reads hibernation mode* I could not bring myself to write, I was just not in the right headspace and on top of that I got sick for the last five or so days of it so all I did was lay in bed and feel bad for not being productive 😓 even tho I did finish a book and started a new one but I am back on my schedule now so expect me to be more active over here. Special apology to the people that sent me requests, I love you and I'm sorry for taking so long, and now please enjoy this piece of writing that was requested and that I really hope does not suck 🥰

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When you started seeing Jeongin and he asked you to keep things private you thought it was all because of the media and of how the fans would react, but what he did not tell you was that he was keeping it a secret from his hyungs as well, not because of you, of course, but to spare his poor ears.

Being the youngest can be really hard, anything he does is either cute or worthy of endless teasing, but with him spending so much time away from you because of schedule he decided it was time to face his hyungs and introduce you to them, this way he could have you around at work and the dorms *wink wink* whenever possible.

Leading up to the day you would get finally introduced to the boys you could tell he was a nervous wreck, you tried your best to calm him down but you lowkey thought it was so cute how much he cared about his hyungs opinions, he will never admit it though.

He had the idea to introduce you to them during dinner after practice and he made sure all of them would show up by agreeing to pay for the food, and because the boys were being suspicious of him for a while now all of them agreed on going and of course, none of them would refuse a free meal.

Jeongin's name pops up on your phone, "text me when you get here" his text says, and on the back of that car you start to get nervous, what is going to happen if they don't like you? Those boys are his family but when he meets you at the entrance of the restaurant with a big yet nervous smile you decided to shove your concerns to the back of your head and just enjoy the evening with your favorite boy.

When you approached in you immediately heard the loud conversation and the laughs, the boys were talking and laughing at something on their phone, most of them still had their hair wet, Jeongin stepped in and asked for everyone's attention.

"Everyone please, be quiet, I want you guys to meet someone", all their little heads turned to you at the same time, they all went silent making your stomach sink a little bit. "This is my girlfriend, please be nice to her". A second of silence followed before they all started cheering and laughing again, you did not expect to get such a warm welcome but you are so grateful that you did, there was a lot of bowing and hugging and "nice to meet you's". Jisung then let it slip that they were suspicious of him being all sneaky at home with his phone, and apparently, he won some money from Changbin over it.

Dinner was really nice, the food was great and before you left with Jeongin for the rest of the night Chan approached the two of you

"Welcome to our little family, we promise to take care of this boy when you are not around if you promise to do the same", he says. Jeongin is blushing and rushing you to leave. "I promise", you answer. He then looks at your boyfriend and pretends to clean a tear from his eye, and goes: "They grow up so fast!", he then turns around to join the other boys.

"Please, let's get out of here!" Jeongin begs, laughing, and the two of you take off walking to find some dessert.

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