#i have not forgotten about that inbox call i promise

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

Imagine: Mike is back at his mall security guard job, and reader works at the support desk, but more specifically; is in charge of the lost and found.

1st time was because he found an forgotten phone (or something), and was told to take it to the lost and found, where he first met reader.

Then he starts being extra vigilent when walking around, looking for any item that looks misplaced or lost, no matter how unimportant, just as an excuse to go to the lost and found to talk to reader

(Ive never done this before, so sorry if i did anything wrong!)

lost and found | mike schmidt x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none! just a nice little fluffy piece about a sad sad man lol <3

to the asker, i hope you know that i saw this in my inbox and literally squealed, i was waiting for someone to drop a mike request

i hope that this is to your liking, i was going back and forth trying to decide how to start this off and coming up with tiny little ideas to add

also this probably goes without saying, but i have never worked at a mall nor interacted with mall staff if i can help it so if anything sounds off, feel free to correct me

to anyone who also writes on tumblr, pls tell me how you avoid using y/n, i tried to work around it as much as possible but some times just called for it

you hold your polite (albeit strained) smile to the blubbering woman walking away, unsure what to do with yourself as whoever she stands with rubs her back in comfortable circles. another lost wedding ring, gone to the test of time as long as the mall shall live: it's not that you didn't feel bad but after wedding ring #120, you kind of start to get used to the routine of things. lost and found wasn't your first choice when you first started working here but as long as you were getting a paycheck, you weren't going to complain. your side of the mall was rarely visited anyway, giving you the opportunity to do plenty of people watching when you weren't rummaging through piles of lost sweaters and purses.

you let out a quiet sigh once the customers are gone, sitting back in your seat and picking up the book you had once been reading; not like there was anything better to do. fully immersed in your book, you don't even notice the footsteps coming up to the counter. "um, hey." you jolt a bit at the sound of a voice, your gaze snapping from your book to whoever is standing only a few feet away. you have to hold back your reaction when you meet his eyes, tired but trying their best to look interested; it takes you a second to realize this is security and not another customer. "shoot, sorry." you mumble with an awkward smile as you sit up, resting your book in your lap to give the man in front of you your full attention. "how can i help you?" with a thin-lipped smile, he holds up a purse; from the looks of the logo on it, it's obvious this is designer.

you whistle as you take the purse from him, examining it with raised eyebrows. "well, you don't see this everyday. someone should come back for it, thanks." you say, flashing a grin at the security guard as he gives you a much more genuine smile. "no problem. if i had known lost and found got to see stuff like this, i would have put in to work over here instead." he says with a chuckle, folding his hands in front of him as he leans on the counter. "oh, we don't get interesting stuff that often, i promise you." you say with a roll of your eyes, putting the purse behind the counter; anyone in their right mind would come back for this thing. "enlighten me." before you can say something, the security guard outstretches a hand to you with a smile. "i'm mike, by the way. i work security." he says as you shake his hand, raising your eyebrows at him playfully. "(y/n). to give you some insight into how very little happens here, try and guess how many gachapon toys i have behind this counter."

and just like that, you've made a friend; not that you'd admit that mike wasn't sore on the eyes this soon. you just found it easy to talk to him considering you had never seen him around up until this point. after your first meeting, mike would regularly stop by whether he had something lost to leave with you or not: if you were lucky, he would even join you for lunch or walk you out at the end of a shift. little by little, you couldn't help but anticipate his arrival, the same relaxed smile always on his face much unlike the first time he'd approached you.

it's been almost a month by this point, you've had so many lost items deposited to you that after a while, throwing things away or reselling them (specific orders from your boss who was rather shocked at how many items you had in the back room) was required after a certain amount of time: not like anyone came back for them anyway. today was no different than the rest, the sounds of buzzing conversation in the distance from the more crowded areas of the mall. you pop the gum in your mouth as you paint your thumbnail a light-yellow color, scrunching your nose a bit at the smell of the nail polish. you blow softly on it, your eyes glancing up to scan your surroundings. what you see nearly makes you laugh. mike is walking over, seemingly at his normal pace before something catches his attention; whatever it is, you most definitely can't see it. when he stoops down to inspect it, he makes a face that you can only decipher as him being slightly annoyed. he catches you looking at him, an embarrassed smile on his face as he makes the rest of the walk of shame over to you when he realizes he's been caught.

"well, what is it this time? a broken watch? some cap with an unexplainable stain on it?" "what kind of person do you take me for? i'm just a faithful employee trying to do my job." mike says as he extends his arms with a playful smile, making you role your eyes as you abandon your nail polish to look up at the man in front of you. you close your eyes as you hold out your hand to him expectantly, waiting for him to drop something into your palm; after how often he came around, you made it something of a guessing game as to what mike was going to bring out. surprisingly, it's small, definitely plastic from the muted sound it makes when it lands in your hand. "it's a toy." "warm enough. you can open your eyes." you start to say something, opening your eyes and inspecting the item in your hand before you pause.

a small, plastic cat sits on a swing, it's paws holding on to the small chains attached to a brightly colored tab; it's obvious you could hang this off a shelf. your cheeks redden a bit as a sheepish smile grows on your face, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as your other hand holds it up to inspect it further. you'd never actually stopped at the capsule toy machines yourself, starting your collection only a few weeks after starting your job when they popped up so frequently at the counter. "you like it?" you blink at mike as he smiles fondly at you, one hand propping his chin up; you swear you can see a hint of smugness in his gaze. "it's..yeah. it's cute." you say, unable to help the way you giggle a bit as you hang the toy on the edge of the counter. "good. better hope no one come's looking for it." he chuckles softly, his eyes dropping from yours for a moment as you stare in delight at the newest addition to your collection. "i wouldn't give it to them anyway. not knowing you got it for me." mike's lips part a bit in shock, a scoff of disbelief leaving him despite the smile on his face as you smile up at him knowingly. he tries to defend himself, stuttering to say something before you're called by one of your coworkers. "duty calls." you giggle as you rise from your seat, pretending not to notice the way mike is still trying to recover from being caught as you make your way over to your coworker, a smile tugging at your lips.

SECOND ONE SHOT IN A WEEK HOLY MOLY THIS IS NEW to the asker, i hope you enjoyed this, i tried to add my own little spin to things just to give it that little extra romantic flair lol BUTTT i hope that all of you are having a good rest of your day/night/afternoon and stay safe! :D

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #fnaf #oneshot #x reader #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #michael schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you

[daxerian]

Out of all, you are my favourite flower

Mick Shumacher x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, and my wonderful grammar😜

Words: it's 3:20am please, this info is too much to ask for

A/N: So basically I'm kinda sick rn again😻🤞🏼 and I was too lazy to write another fic but here I am at 3:20am ❤️

Also I read every comment, inbox message, etc. And I am so incredibly greatful for the ideas, sweet messages and all❤️❤️ and I will be writing soon enough the ideas you guys left on here ‼️ and take care, stay hydrated and don't lose your lip balm!!! Now enjoy reading 🧁

Mick Schumacher dashed into the quiet flower shop, his racing heart matching his hurried footsteps. He had promised his friend a gift for the birthday party they were attending, but in his rush, he had forgotten to buy one. His eyes scanned the vibrant display of blooms, searching for the perfect gift.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" a sweet voice called out from behind the counter. "Um, well yes! I'm attending a birthday party and I forgot to buy a gift in all that rush, would you mind helping in any sort of way?" Mick was honestly surprised he could say more than one sentence without stuttering because, in his eyes, he was talking to the most beautiful woman ever to walk on earth.

"Well, to save you some time, you can pick one of the pre-made flowers we made this morning or you could pick some flowers and we can do a custom bouquet for you." Y/N softly told Mick the two options he could pick from with a smile on her face. "If we did a custom one, how long would it take?" Mick asked her, "About 10 minutes? It also depends on what kind of bouquet and how many types of flowers you want" Y/N once again answered softly with a happy face.

"Ooh, I'm afraid I don't have a lot of time to wait out for that custom one" Mick told her, "Oh, no worries! You can take a look and pick out one of the pre-made ones" Y/N told Mick with this tone in her voice that made Mick feel this weird but in a good way..

"These are all so beautiful too, which one do you like the most?" Mick asked Y/N, of course, he would go with the classic red roses but he wanted to talk to her more, "Well I would choose the one with peonies and irises, since it's giving such a fresh look and never looks bad anywhere you know? And it's also one of my favorites so that's the other reason" Mick listened to Y/N carefully, making mental notes to himself that Y/N likes peonies and irises together.

"I'll gladly take them then" Mick smiled while looking at her. "Perfect choice! That would be 27 euros" Y/N told him. Mick paid, thanked Y/N for her time and was now rushing to the party destination.

"Honey, I bet he's gonna come soon again" Y/N's colleague and friend, Layla, told her once Mick left the shop. "And what do you mean by that Lala?" Y/N asked Layla with curiosity in her. "He was looking at you like you were some kind of goddess, and with these big love heart eyes" Layla was now excited to tease her friend a bit, since she only told the truth, she could have all that fun in the world.

"He wasn't! He needed help and I helped him, that's part of our job you know?" Y/N told her, trying to deny the fact that Mick was looking at her like that. "Now what exactly are you trying to deny?" Layla asked Y/N, raising her eyebrow because she saw all of those lovie-dovie looks he was giving her friend. "Nothing Lala! I'm just saying the basic facts, he needed help and that's what I did, helped him" Y/N told her.

"So you are telling me that a man that's in a rush stops his spinning world just to talk to you more? Girl, you know damn well that if someone is in a rush they just pick out these pre-made flowers that we put our souls into, pay and leave, running to their destination so they can look like they are on time. And that man stopped his rush mode to listen to you, to adore your passion about this whole flower business, and I'm telling you, he'll come back soon" Layla just told her friend the truth, she wanted Y/N to understand that the stranger that came to the shop was gonna return, for her.

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2 weeks passed and Layla was right. Mick Schumacher was back in the flower shop again, but this time more chilled with no intention of rushing to get somewhere. "Hello, how was your day so far?" Mick asked Y/N with a smile on his face, "Welcome again! I'm feeling perfect, what can I help you with today?" Y/N was happy to see Mick back in the shop, but she also knew that Layla wouldn't shut up about how right she was.

"Could we do a custom bouquet today?" Mick asked, "I hope we don't have to rush it this time" Y/N laughed a bit, bringing up the situation from 2 weeks ago. "No rush today" Mick laughed alongside her, oh how pretty she looked with her hair down. He thought to himself, "So a special bouquet for somebody, who might that person be?" Y/N asked him, to know a bit about the person she's gonna be making a bouquet for, because it can't be just good, it needs to be perfect.

"For my mum, she's visiting after what seems like a long time" Mick answered her question, having this cheeky smile on. "A special bouquet for a special person then," Y/N told him. "Yeah, and she likes roses kinda classic but I don't want to get her only roses, and I have no idea what goes with them" Mick told her. "They go along with a lot of types of flowers, one of the more fresh combos that I recommend to people are these pinkish roses with daisies and dahlias but maybe, for a more classic red rose bouquet, you could just do with a few baby's-breath, the little white flowers."

Mick listened, he could honestly listen to her talking about different types of flowers all day and wouldn't get tired of it."Let's do the fresh one you like to recommend to people" Mick told her, "Okay, perfect" and just like that Y/N started working her magic on the flowers. "So, I never quite caught your name?" Mick told her, "It's Y/N" She answered him, not looking at him but only focusing on the flowers. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Mick told her while truly admiring her, he never met anybody with such a dedication and love towards flowers. And that's what made him like her, adore her, love her.

"What's your name" Y/N asked him, "Mick" "That's a very beautiful name, Mick" Y/N looked at him and gave him a soft smile before continuing her job. And the two of them made a small talk, got to know each other a bit more and then came the time when Mick had to pay and leave. "28€ today" Y/N told Mick, "There you go, and thank you so much again Y/N" Mick told her after he paid, "No problem, I hope your mum will like them" Y/N told him before they told each other goodbyes.

"And you didn't believe me, honey" Layla told her, feeling proud of herself that Mick had come again. "You should start listening to me more" she also added. "I will listen to you more than ever before Queen Lala" Y/N told her friend.

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*time skip to like a year later cause I don't have the energy to write everything 😔*

After months of being friends, Mick finally got brave enough to ask Y/N to be his girlfriend and of course, she said yes. (My dream fr, sorry) Now the two of them were having a lazy evening in Mick's apartment, a movie they weren't paying attention to and just focusing on each other's company. "You know Mick, out of all, you are my favourite flower" Y/N told him, "And you are my favourite thrilling memory, Meine Liebe"

❤️❤️

#f1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x female reader #mick schumacher #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x yn #mick schumacher x yn #mick schumacher fluff

[drivelikeiido]

25 with matty who’s very drunk or very high and he’s forgotten that the reader is already his gf so he’s trying to (really badly) flirt with her

a poor attempt at flirting (a drabble)

25: “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

matty healy x f! reader word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed consumption and poor writing due to many months off :/ notes: kay is back and attending to her inbox! thank you for this prompt my dear and ever so sorry it's taken me 6 months to complete it! anyways i'm not really a fan of this but it was sitting in my drafts and i wanna get back to posting so this is a start ! i promise the writing will get better from here on out mwah so accept this as a peace offering for now <3

You had awoken at 1:06am to a phone call from a very exasperated sounding Hann who had politely begged you to come and take your rather high boyfriend off of the boys’ hands as they couldn’t handle his intoxicated rambling much longer and they all know your patience for Matty far exceeds any of theirs.

This is how you’ve landed in some random party in the city filled with musicians and producers and many other peoples’ faces you half recognise while trying to collect your boyfriend. Thankfully all the boys are easily spotted due to their height (and Ross’ unmistakable mane of hair, which he thankfully lets go wild when he’s drunk). George unabashedly hollers over to you when he sees you, raising his ring-clad hands and waving you over, his smile lopsided and his eyes betraying his lack of sobriety as you make your way over to them. He says nothing but points a painted nail to a mop of curls resting on the table, head leaning on his hand while the other nurses a glass of some dark and clearly long forgotten liquid, his face hidden by the length of deep brown ringlets that fall from the top of his head. You’d recognise your boyfriend anywhere but his hair and it’s current messy state you could clock him from miles away, the stray curls resemblant of his unkempt morning bedhead that you love so much. Your heart momentarily warms at the sight until you remember the reason you’re there. You slowly make your way to sit at the table next to him, your movements slow and your eyes never leaving his form.

Once you’re seated you reach your hand slowly out to his, ghosting your fingers over his tattooed arm in an attempt to grab your boyfriend’s attention. He begrudgingly lifts his head up from where it was rested and you can barely just make out his dark hooded eyes from behind the loose curls that fall in front of his face, reaching down and tickling his nose. He releases the drink from his other hand and pushes the unruly strands backwards onto his head, remaining silent and blinking at you multiple times before he speaks. 

“You’re really pretty”. His voice is light and airy and even if you didn't know him as well as you did you’d still be able to sense his inebriated state, however the smell of weed and alcohol makes it overtly clear.

This causes you to laugh, “Thank you. So are you Matty.” you utter with a grin, gaining a surprised intake of breath from the singer, a rush of colour taking to his already flushed cheeks. 

His surprise continues as he lets out a whispered “You know me? What the hell”, his dark eyes now wide with wonder. You ignore the chorus of laughs in the background that you can only assume comes from the rest of the band at their frontman’s embarrassing display of forgetfulness. Being well acquainted with Matty’s intoxicated states you’ve experienced similar situations to this before, all of which have been incredibly entertaining.

Your giggle at his clueless response seems to spur his joy farther, his face breaking out into a lopsided smile. Your boyfriend is a pretty sight when he’s intoxicated, with his dark eyes and messy curls and the intoxicating scent of his expensive aftershave and the sweet weed smoke; if you didn't have to worry about getting him home you’d maybe indulge his flirting fantasy for just a little longer.

You grab onto his lithe fingers and move to slowly guide him up, “Let’s get you outside Darling”. His tiredness seems to have dissipated into excitement at this point as he quickly moves to follow you outside, letting out a hushed “Yes!” and doing what you can only imagine is some victorious movement of celebration out of your line of vision, encouraging even more laughs and hollers from the rest of the band, the phrase “What a twat” seeming to be a shared sentiment amongst the group as they laugh in agreement .

Thankfully, leading your rather drunk and high boyfriend outside is an easier feat than you expected; he eagerly holds onto your hand as you guide him and he too joins you in a large intake of the crisp night air once you make it outside. You stop and situate you both carefully against the wall in an attempt to gather yourself and your boyfriend. Matty however takes this as an opportunity to look up and down between you and the night sky and if you looked closely at him you’re sure you’d be able to see the moon’s ring of light reflecting perfectly in his chestnut eyes, giving them a further element of sparkle than what they normally have. 

He soon surprises you as he takes both of your hands in earnest and holds them delicately between his infinitely larger, but cold fingers. 

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” . The suddenness of this adorable (yet uncharacteristically cheesy) pickup line startles you, the innocence of his state and how he still compliments you works to warm your body against the harsh cold. You find it funny how a man who normally displays such an astounding example of romanticism is reduced to something so simple in this state.

You simply shake your head in amusement and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Come on, Healy let’s get you home”. To this he grows juvenile and argues “No. I want to stay here and stare at you longer”. As sweet as the sentiment is you realise you’re going to have to play into his delusions even more, only a little bit offended that your boyfriend still seems to have forgotten you but you make sure to keep it in your arsenal to tease him with in the morning.

Your only attempt at reasoning with him works as you gradually win him over by offering to let him stare at you as long as he wants in the car and when you do eventually get home. Although this works on the stubborn man he still puts up some of a fight as he lowers his head and mumbles “You’re too pretty to be bossy” and although you can’t see it you’re sure a cartoon-like frown make its way across his features as he says this. You ignore him and slowly lead him into the passenger seat of the car, buckling him in despite his insistence he can do it - he’s passenger princess this evening and you’re making the most of it. After reaching the second set of traffic lights you realise that his plans to overtly stare at you are unfulfilled as he had at some point fallen asleep, his heavy head resting haphazardly against the window. You simply smile and lower the radio, already planning just how you’re going to torment him with tonight’s events in the morning.

#it's done! #another fic only like half a year later! #sorry again besties #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 fic #i haven't missed putting all these tags in jesus #k!'s fics

[wolfjackle-creates]

1000 Follower Celebration!

I'm blown away, honestly. The last time I had any notoriety in a fandom was back in, like 2007 or 2008 when I was on the Dibbuns Against Bedtime fan forums for Redwall. I was made the head of my dorm as the site started dying because I was the most active member in said dorm.

But you all? You're here because you like something I'm making? It's so wild to me. I appreciate every single one of you. Every like, every reblog, every comment. They warm me up.

I've been thinking over the last few days what I want to do. The obvious answers—prompt fills, polls to determine what I write, story snippets—I do all that with too much regularity. And I'm trying to avoid taking on more fics as I focus on the ones I've already got going.

So we're gonna do something a bit different this week.

Over the next week (From Wed 2/21 to Wed 2/28) send me the title of one of my WIPs (listed below) and I will respond with a few paragraphs. Not my usual 1.2-1.6k that I like to do for WIP Wednesday, but a few paragraphs. At the end of the week, I'll compile them all and post everything in a single post.

I won't be adding all the links like I usually do with each addition to a story until I post that final draft, but I'll tag everything with "[story name] 1000" so you can click that and follow along with the fic in some sort of order.

There are six WIPs eligible for the game! Please limit yourself to one fic per ask, but you may send in multiple asks. I will request that, for now, you limit yourself to one request per fic (aka a max of 6 requests per person). If I find that I'm able to keep up, I may waive that request in the upcoming days. But it will depend on how busy my inbox (and life) get.

Bring Me Home

Ghost!Robin

Answer My Call

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)

Want to Hold On and Feel I Belong/Bad Reveal AU

Empathy!Verse

I totally forgot about the Empathy!Verse when I did my last ask game. Mostly because that has been entirely written on Tumblr and I...kinda forgot to transfer it to a Scrivener document. Ooops. 😅

Something to Feel isn't on this list because I want to dedicate my time to it today. I'm close to the end, I think, and already have one ask in my inbox about it that I totally meant to get to before now (if it's your ask, I promise I haven't forgotten you!).

Brief Story Summaries

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are online friends and know each other's secrets. Currently in the arc where the Young Justice and Team Phantom help Danny escape after a reveal gone wrong.

Ghost!Robin: Jason is haunted by the ghost of the Robin he used to be. Danny finds out when Jazz introduces him to Jason over a meet-the-in-laws dinner. Currently, Jason and Robin are meeting with Frostbite to learn what may have happened.

Answer My Call: Jazz is sending texts to Danny after he escaped a GIW facility and they can't talk. But it turns out Jason is the one who's actually been getting them.

Carry Your Heart: Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone while Jason is dead. They become friends. But Jason runs to Desiree to wish for his life back. A wish she fulfills. Danny goes to visit him, only to find his core left behind in a lair that's in ruin.

Bad Reveal AU: Danny is living with the Waynes when he finds out they're also the Bats. He freaks out because he believes the bats are working with the government (aka the GIW). So he shoots Bruce and runs away. The bats are now trying to convince him it's safe to come home.

Empathy!Verse: Liminal!Jazz is studying in Gotham and feeling the lack of other liminals to interact with. After getting used to the undercurrent of emotion that follows all interactions with ghosts/liminals, humans just feel...flat. Then one day, she literally runs into another liminal as she's going to the library. Jason Todd. Only... he doesn't know what it means to be liminal. So Jazz is there to show him.

#1000 follower celebration #ask game #name a wip #send an ask #and I'll write you a little something #hope you all have fun with this!

[angelst4re]

hi sweetie! i have been dying for a teacher x student type of story trope with jamie ;) with some smut if your comfortable <3

i dont think i've ever written for teacher!jamie before so i could not just let this request sit in my inbox for another 4 months... i also combined it with a jealous jamie smut request but i'm thinking of making a part 2 to this which has more jealous jamie... which i may even be writing right now!!! <3

Sugar- Teacher!Jamie x Reader

♡ warnings: NSFW!!! contains smut!!! please don't read if you're not comfortable love! NEITHER AGES ARE SPECIFIED BUT READER IS 18+ <3 it’s only ever mentioned that theres a 15 year age gap

♡ notes: i attempted to keep this as gender neutral as possible but reader is afab! also i kinda rushed this because i just needed to post something!! but there's going to be a part 2 I PROMISE!!!

“...Oh, and don’t forget, y/l/n, we have a one to one scheduled for 3:30 to discuss your exam results. I’ll be in my office.” Mr Bower, who insisted you call him Jamie, reminded you with a smile as you left the classroom. 

“I haven’t forgotten, sir.” You say as you turn back around to smile at him, and give him a little wave before you leave the room. 

You had two hours to spare before your meeting with the music teacher, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend the majority of the time in the bathroom making sure you looked perfect. You had been waiting for a moment like this, a moment alone with the teacher that has plagued your mind since the beginning of the school year. You and your friends, and most likely the entire class, had been captivated by not only his looks but his personality. Having learnt that he had recently become single after a three year long relationship, you felt like you stood a chance, but then you were quickly reminded of the 15 year age gap. 

However, his behaviour around you didn’t go unnoticed. You’d catch him eyeing you up when you would come in wearing a new outfit that evidently boosted your confidence, or you would catch him looking over at you whilst you were in the middle of a written exam, and he would quickly divert his eyes when they met yours. 

Despite the clear indication he may be into you the way you’re into him, you both had a very positive, friendly relationship. He would give you the best tips and advice, and be more than willing to help you progress in the ways you wished to, as he would with anybody in the class, but there was one particular encounter that you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

You and your boyfriend, Andy, had a fight the night before and you had missed your class in the morning. Jamie got in contact with you to ask about the absence, and you felt comfortable enough to explain the situation to him. He told you that even if you didn’t attend your classes that day, to at least come in to talk about how you’re feeling. He assured you that although he didn’t qualify as a therapist, it would be good to talk to someone. And so you did. 

You came in with unbrushed hair, wearing yesterday's clothes and threw yourself onto the chair in his office as you broke down in tears. You don’t remember much of that day, besides the pet names he would casually drop into his sentences. 

Sweetheart, love, darling.

He definitely knew how to charm. 

You also had a memory of staining his white shirt with tears as he let you cry into his chest, telling him how your boyfriend was a dick. How he was caught in bed with a random girl (to which there was proof) but he tried to convince you it never happened. 

You remember Jamie telling you something along the lines of, “every failed relationship should be thought of as a blessing. It might be upsetting to see it come to an end, but it means you’re still yet to find the one out there who’s for you, and it's giving the chance to find them. The one that will treat you right, even on their bad days. You’ll never know where this person may be, but they’re definitely out there.”

It was apparent through a quick google search that Jamie was definitely experienced when it came to relationships, so you knew to trust him on this one. 

You kept checking the time on your phone, waiting and waiting and waiting for it to hit 3:25 so you could begin walking towards Jamie’s office, but the time seemed to pass so slow. 

It was only 3pm. 

You sighed, placing your phone back down on the table you were sat at in the library. All your friends had gone home as you finish early on a Wednesday, yet you agreed to meet Jamie today as it was the only afternoon he had free this week. 

Only seconds after placing your phone down on the table, the screen lights up as it begins to ring, the noise causing everyone to turn around, some even sending dirty looks your way as you pick up your bag and leave, answering the phone as you begin to walk towards the building where Jamie’s office was. 

“What do you want, Andy?” You sighed, holding the phone up to your ear. 

“I miss you,” he said, a feeble attempt to guilt trip you, “I was just looking at some old pictures and-”

“It was your idea for us to take a break in the first place. I’m not just going to drop everything and come running back to you because you ‘miss me’.” 

“I’m sorry, okay. I realised what I did was wrong and…” 

You stopped listening to what Andy was saying as Jamie passed you in the hallway, sensing your distressed state he stopped quickly to mouth an ‘is everything okay?’, to which you nodded your head. 

“I don’t care, okay. Whatever you have to say I’m sure I’ve heard it all before. When I’m ready to talk to you I will, until then just please give me some space.” You say before ending the call, and you jump as you realise Jamie was waiting by your side. 

You were blocking the door to his office. 

“I’m so sorry!” You apologise, stepping to the side. 

“Don’t apologise!” Jamie gasped, as if you had offended him, before opening the door for you, “we can start early if that’s okay with you, I have nothing else planned this afternoon.” 

Nodding your head, you entered his office. 

“So he’s still giving you grief- Andy?” 

“How did you guess?” You scoff as you sit down on the chair opposite his desk. 

“I don’t know how a someone like you can stay with someone like him-”

“We’re on a break, actually.” You interrupted. “Although he seems to care about me more now than he did in the 8 months we were together.” 

“You need to leave him for good, sweetheart.” He told you, as he rummaged through the cabinet beside his desk, pulling out your exam papers and setting them in front of you. “So, let’s begin!”

Only twenty minutes into the session, your phone began to ring again, and you apologised to Jamie, getting ready to leave the room to take the call before realising it was Andy again. Jamie didn't look best impressed as you ran a hand through your hair stressfully. 

“Give me your phone.” Jamie sighed. 

“No, it’s okay, really. I’ll just switch it off-”

“Y/n. Phone.”

The sternness in his voice sent chills through your body, yet a warmth grew in your lower stomach. 

By the time you handed your phone over to him, Andy had stopped calling. Hopefully, he had given up, but you knew he would keep going until he got his way, like always. 

“You know, sweetheart, the look on your face when you saw it was him calling you told me everything.” Jamie said, leaning back in his chair. 

“What do you mean?” You scoffed. 

“You know what I mean, darling. Please stop trying to convince yourself he’s a good guy, not when he treats you like shit and expects you to drop everything for him. You deserve better.”

“And how do you know that? Sure, me and Andy might have our moments, but when he can be nice… he’s somebody completely different. Deep down, he’s a really good guy, Jamie.” You explain, feeling tears of frustration begin to gloss your eyes. 

“I’m not buying it, love.” He said, shaking his head in disbelief. 

And that was all it took to push you over the edge, shoving your phone into your bag as you pushed your exam papers towards him and stood up. 

“That’s it, I’m not taking this anymore.” You frown, turning around to leave. 

“There we go, that’s what you should say next time Andy’s on the phone-”

“Oh, Jamie, won’t you just shut up!” You shout, throwing your arms in the air. “What is your fucking problem today?”

“Well, technically your ‘boyfriend’ isn’t my problem, so…”

“Why do you care so much?” You finally say after a moment's silence, your hands placed on the back of the chair you were previously sitting on. 

“You’re my student. It’s my job to care.” He answers, simply. 

“But there’s more to it than that. Isn’t there?” You swallow, bracing yourself for his reply, “c’mon Jamie, I’m not stupid.” 

“What are you trying to imply, darling?” He chuckles, standing up from his chair and making his way towards you, “are you talking about the way I catch you staring at me in class when everyone else is working, or how about when I hear you gossiping with your friends about my love life, or about how you could tell I had used a different aftershave one day…” 

The smirk on his face was devilish, but you had no time to process that with your recent revelation. 

“You’re jealous.” You stated, turning to look up at him. “You’re jealous of Andy.” 

“Darling, I have no need to be jealous of him. Not when I know you’re leaving him.” 

“You don’t know whether I’m-”

You never got to finish that sentence as you were met with his lips on yours. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear which had fallen in your moment of frustration. As he pulled back from the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours before whispering,

“What if I prove you- show to you why you should leave him, hm?” He asked, although it wasn’t much of a question as he could tell by the way you were looking at him what the answer was going to be. “I need words, baby.” 

“Yes.” You managed to say, after catching your breath. 

A smile spread across Jamie’s lips briefly before you pulled him back in, missing the feeling of his soft lips against yours. With one hand on your waist, holding you against him, the other was placed on your cheek again, whilst your arms wrapped around his neck. You had dreamt and fantasised about this moment for months, but you never expected it to ever happen. It was always more of a scenario to help you fall asleep rather than something that would actually come true. 

“Does he fuck you good, hm? The way you want?” He asks, breathlessly, as he lifts you up onto his desk, shoving everything out of the way. 

You shake your head, using the slight space between you to reach for his belt, but he seemed to have other plans. 

“Has he ever gone down on you?” He asked bluntly, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts, easing them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You once again shake your head, you have only received head once, and that was during a drunk fling at your friends birthday party- and even then you didn’t get to finish. 

Jamie simply chuckled, as if to say he wasn’t surprised. 

“Poor thing,” he frowns, lowering himself to his knees in front of you as he holds your legs open for him, placing kisses on your inner thighs, trailing down to your knees before going back up again, stopping where you needed him the most. “You ever cum when he fucks you?” 

And as if on command, you shook your head again.

“Only when I’m alone.” You confess. 

“Oh yeah, and who do you think about whilst you touch yourself?” He teases, his thumb gently stroking your clit as you fight the urge to close your legs. He looks up at you, stopping all movement as he waits on your answer. 

“You, I think about you, Jamie.” You whine.

“Oh, honey, I know.” He says before you feel his lips on your skin, his tongue circling your clit as his fingers move a little lower, finding your opening and teasing circles around it before gently pushing one in. 

His fingers were a favourite in your fantasies, thinking about what they could do, and he certainly did not disappoint. 

A second finger followed the first and they began curling inside you, searching for a spot Jamie was sure your ex would never have been able to find, and when you let out a choked moan he smirked against you, knowing he’d found it. 

Hif fingers rubbed against this spot inside you as his tongue licked, sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub, and you were frighteningly close to the edge. You had never reached your high so quickly before, but as his hot breath fanned over your clit you tumbled off the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Your release began to drip down his hand as he continued at the pace he started, and your legs shook as you panted, your fingers pulling at his hair. 

“Jesus,” you whispered breathlessly. 

“Just me, darling.” He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before coming back up to place a kiss on your forehead. 

You couldn’t believe the timing as there was a knock at the door to Jamie’s office. The two of you both froze for a moment, before Jamie handed you your clothes and rushed to the door. 

“Mr Bower, I know you usually go home early today but Margaret told me you were here so I was just wondering if I could-” 

“I’m in a meeting right now, Sasha, can you wait just two minutes?” He put on his best grin as he his behind the slightly open door to disguise his hard on. 

“Oh, of course! Sorry to interrupt!” The girl apologised before Jamie shut the door. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, we have to cut it short today. But you’re sure to be back in here later this week, or should I say let's reschedule?” He tried to hide his smirk when your legs wobbled as you got off his desk.

“I’m available all week, unless I decide to see Andy-”

“Honey, if I have to hear about him once more-”

“You’ll get all heated and fuck me senseless over your desk?” You grinned, feeling slightly giddy after the mind blowing orgasm he had given you, “why on earth would I want that?”

#jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower x reader #jamie bower smut #jcb

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

That Brunch

So I'm still skirting round filling the requests in my inbox - they're crawling their way to completion, but my muse is flitting between ideas, hence, I've somehow ended up with another little follow up to a previous fic Between The Lines.

~*~

“You promised you’d tell me!”

Melissa could feel a blush that couldn’t be blamed on the mimosas creeping up her cheeks.  So far, she’d largely managed to avoid bringing up the subject of how you and she had managed to get together, but Barb was right.  She had indeed promised her the whole story.

“You at least have to tell me who made the first move.”

The red head felt her blush deepening.  She ducked her head, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the best way to tell her friend the story of you and her.  It wasn’t that she was ashamed of your relationship.  Not at all.  But she was perhaps slightly embarrassed by throwing herself at you lips first. 

“You did?” grinned the kindergarten teacher, not needing Melissa to speak to read her answer in her reaction.  “Oh now you really do need to tell me.”

It was with a fond smile that Melissa finally looked back up at her friend.  “Well, you know we’d been spending time together, lunches, the farmer’s market, that kinda thing?  All platonic at that point!  Anyway at some point I must have mentioned a book that I read years ago, and that if I came across it I’d love to read it again.  I’d almost forgotten about it, but then one day she comes in and hands me the book.  She’d seen it in some second hand store and picked it up.  It was such a small thing, but I dunno, it just…something shifted and I stood up and kissed her then and there.  I didn’t even think about it, I just kissed her.”

Barb looks across at her friend, drinking in every word.  She takes in the soft, warm tone of her voice, the matching smile and sees that her friend is absolutely smitten. 

“I mean once I realised what I was doing I bricked it, went to run outta there, but she just put her hand on my arm, said if a book was all it took to get me to kiss her she hoped it had a sequel,” she finished softly, picking up her glass, almost hiding behind it. 

“I know you’re not going to like it, but I’m calling the whole thing cute,” smiles the older woman.  She laughs as Melissa scrunches her nose in disapproval.  This wasn’t her usual story of flirting her way into a fling, or being flattered enough by someone coming into her to spend the night with them.  This was different.  “You look happy with her, even talking about her.”

“I am happy,” admits Melissa quietly.  “And I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.  I didn’t tell anyone.  I was in this little bubble where it was all great and I didn’t want that to burst.”

“And then the funeral happened.”

“And then the funeral happened,” nodded the red head.  “That, let me tell you was an intense way to meet the family.”

Barb held up her empty glass, signalling the waitress to bring a refill.  She watched as her friend promptly emptied her own glass and also held it aloft.  It wasn’t called a bottomless brunch for nothing and this was a story best told with a drink in hand.

*

“Y/N?”

You look up from your book to see an older man standing beside the open window of your car.  Or rather, Melissa’s truck.  “Uh, yeah?”

“Sorry, I just recognised the truck,” said the man.  “I’m Gerald, Barbara’s husband.”

Quickly setting down your book, you turn your attention to the man.  “Gerald!  I’ve heard only good things.”

“I’m pleased to report so have I.  Barb speaks very highly of you.”

“Then consider me flattered,” you tell him honestly.  “Really.”

He smiles at you.  “She thinks you’re good for Melissa.”

That you were not expecting, and you find your mouth hanging open in surprise.  “She does?”

“She does,” he nods.  “And having seen Melissa recently, and seeing you now, I find I have to agree.”

At this, you frown.

“Can I be honest?”

You nod.

“I never liked Joe.  More precisely, I never liked the way he treated Melissa.  He was crass, selfish, downright cruel sometimes.  If he ever had to collect her, he’d pull up and if she wasn’t outside waiting for him, he’d be barging in and practically dragging her out.  That or he’d drive off and leave her.”

Your frown only deepens.  “He did what?”  The thought of ever just driving away and leaving Melissa standing alone and abandoned hurts you to even consider. 

“Yeah,” nodded Gerald.  “Lost count of the times I’d take her home or take her back with Barb and I if she knew it was going to be stormy night and she didn’t have it in her to face it.”

Your frown gives way to sadness at the thought of Melissa not even wanting to go home.  “Thank you,” is what you say, after a pause.  “For being there for her.”

The smile he gives you is wide and genuine.  “I think I like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” you smile back, the moment broken by a loud peel of familiar laughter.  You both turn to see Barb and Melissa stumbling out of the restaurant, clearly having tested the ‘bottomless’ aspect of brunch to its limits. 

“You let her drive?” laughed Barb as she caught sight of the two of you, leaning on Melissa for support.  “Sure she’s old enough?”

The red head slapped her friend’s arm for her cheek.  “Hey!”

You and Gerald share an amused smile as the pair continue to make their way across the car park.  The make slow progress, but they make it.  In between many hugs and promises to do another brunch soon, the pair of you get your respective partners into your vehicles without incident.

Waiting at the junction, you turn to look at the read head. 

“I love drunk Barb,” she grins.  “She gets sassy.”  She turns to face you, her head lolling against the head rest.  “I love you too.”

You lean across to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the honking of the car behind you.  “Love you more.”  You mean it too.  This woman crossed continents with you to be by your side during your grandmother’s funeral.  She faced meeting your family at the worst possible time.  Asked nothing in return.  And here she is, happy all because you waited outside for a few minutes to collect her from lunch.

This woman deserves the stars, and while you might not be quite able to reach that high, it’s not going to stop you from trying.  You’ll do anything to try and be worthy of the beautiful smile currently being aimed at you.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #look who's learning how to use links like a big girl

[rottenpumpkin13]

You've put me in the mind for angst.

Scenario at HQ in which Hojo has had enough and just utterly mentally breaks Sephiroth. I mean beyond his usual shit. He doesn't need a Nibelheim situation. He just BREAKS him 😈😈😈

You got it!

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Every time Hojo sent for him, a part of his body braced for impact. Sephiroth woke up some mornings nauseated, as if his nervous system had grown accustomed to presenting him anxiety first thing in the morning like a cup of coffee, and the only way to drink his fill, so to speak, would be to refresh his inbox and hope Hojo’s name wasn’t there.

As a child, it was his limbs and outer body he dreaded being submitted to Hojo’s hands. Sephiroth had sensitive skin that would bruise easily, a height the scientist deemed 'unsatisfactory' but perfect to overpower, and lungs too small to hold the amount of Mako pumped into them.

But Sephiroth grew up, his body hardening into an unbreakable shell no man could harm in a way that mattered. But his spirit waned. Children have the advantage of easily collecting hopes and dreams like seashells on the beach. It came so naturally to him, even in a childhood spent in isolation and forced labor. By the time Sephiroth became an adult, that wonder that kept his childhood body alive had waned. It was his mind that took the tolls now, as if his spirit stood at the frontlines of a war against him and the world, defending his fragile psyche against the things that could make his body shut down.

The morning Hojo would call him to his office for the last time was no different—an ironic thought, once you take into account that had Sephiroth known it would be the last time, he would’ve gone about it with a spring in his step. But he didn’t.

He left his mountain load of work that afternoon and set off towards Hojo’s personal office, dreading both the encounter and the lost time he could’ve spent getting things done. SOLDIER was understaffed these days, with Genesis, Angeal, and most of the operatives gone. Sephiroth remained. Sephiroth always remained.

Hojo's office, unlike the meticulously organized laboratories under his jurisdiction, was a chaotic mess. Papers littered the floor, items lay haphazardly strewn across the desk, and the air was heavy with the scent of dense chemicals and disinfectant. It was a stark contrast to the precision and orderliness that typically characterized Hojo's domain. Sephiroth liked the mess. He liked seeing something Hojo touched reflect the pervasive foulness that lay within the man.

He knocked twice, dread seeping through his skin the minute it made contact with the door, as if the very door of the office was caked in the same discomfort promised to him on the other side. There was no answer, something which would’ve made him ecstatic and leave quickly had he not known Hojo. If the professor had it his way, he would’ve dragged Sephiroth back in there by his hair if he dared defy him.

So he sighed and tried again.

Still nothing.

Sephiroth pushed open the door.

Confusion etched itself into Sephiroth's features as he scanned the room. Hojo was nowhere to be found. Instead, a lone box sat atop the disheveled desk, as if it had been purposely left behind for him to discover. Maybe if Sephiroth had known that it was indeed intentional, he would’ve left. It would’ve saved him the grief he was set to bear the minute he cautiously lifted its lid.

Inside, amidst a jumble of forgotten artifacts, were old photographs, their edges yellowed with age. As he gingerly plucked one from the pile, his breath caught in his throat.

In the photograph, a younger Hojo stood beside a woman, her features eerily familiar yet distorted through the lens of time. Sephiroth's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure beside Hojo—his mother, Jenova. It had been years since he had last seen a photo of her, and she looked just as beautiful as the day he last saw one. Jenova had long, healthy brown hair she kept in a yellow ribbon. Her face was soft, gentle, the same qualities Sephiroth daydreamed about whenever he imagined her voice.

But something was off about this photo. His mother wore a lab coat bearing the name: Lucrecia Crescent.

Sephiroth pulled the photograph out of the box fully, his eyes widening as a stunned silence took over him. There had to be a logical explanation for it. No, Hojo wouldn’t—

Sephiroth let his grip falter. He dropped the photograph on the desk. Hojo would. He dug into the box again, pulling out yet another photo that had his mother in it. She wore the same lab coat in this one, and yet again the name Lucrecia Crescent was stitched onto the white fabric. Anger, betrayal, and a profound sense of loss warred for dominance within him, threatening to consume him whole.

The heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor snapped Sephiroth out of his reverie, his muscles tensing in anticipation as the door to Hojo's office swung open with a creak. In strode the scientist himself, his expression satisfied as he took in the sight of Sephiroth with the photo in his hand.

Sephiroth lunged forward, his voice rising to a furious crescendo as he brandished the photograph. “Who is this?” Sephiroth's voice reverberated with barely contained rage, his eyes flashing with an intensity that bordered on madness. “Why does she—Her name was Jenova—why does it—” He couldn’t form proper sentences, unable to get his rage out with the dozen questions quickly forming in his mind.

Hojo chuckled, a hollow sound that sent shivers down Sephiroth's spine. It was mocking, tantalizing in a way one would hold a piece of meat over a starving lion’s enclosure.

"Do you really expect me to stand here and argue over the name of a woman who’s dead, and will remain dead no matter what namesake you give her?" Hojo shook his head. “I have better use of my time, Sephiroth.”

The dismissive tone of Hojo's response ignited a white-hot fury within Sephiroth, his patience worn thin by the weight of years of deception and manipulation. With a scream that tore his throat raw, he launched himself at the man, his fists raining down upon Hojo's frame with unrestrained fury.

"Tell me the truth." Sephiroth demanded, his frustrated blows fueled by an anger born of desperation. "Now!"

But Hojo remained frustratingly silent, his stoic demeanor a stark contrast to Sephiroth's frenzied onslaught. With each unanswered blow, Sephiroth felt a gnawing sense of desperation clawing at his insides. He threw the man against the wall, and not even the satisfying crack of his spine against the door frame could mollify Sephiroth.

Hojo sighed, fixing his glasses as he picked himself up, acting with a nonchalance of a man who was at most being mildly inconvenienced. Sephiroth watched him take a seat behind the desk, and motioned for him to take a seat across from him, his expression inscrutable as he settled into the worn leather chair.

When Sephiroth did not comply, Hojo snapped his fingers. “Sit. Now.”

With a heavy sigh, Sephiroth reluctantly complied, his breathing ragged and eyes blurred with tears.

Hojo leaned forward, his gaze locking with Sephiroth's as he began to speak.

Sephiroth never wanted him to sugar-coat anything, not that he believed the man knew how to address a child with that brand of care, but he did want the truth. He’d plead as a young boy, begging to know where he had come from, who his parents were, and when half of that question was answered like a slap in the face, who his mother was.

Jenova was her name for as long as he knew of her. She died during childbirth. Jenova, his mother, died during childbirth. That’s all he knew, with a picture of her to verify that she did indeed exist.

"You were created as part of the Jenova project, a culmination of years of research and experimentation."

Sephiroth’s fingers were numb as he pressed them into his lap. Hojo was speaking, words were coming out, and yet everything became white noise as he processed the initial revelation. "Jenova," he whispered, “The Jenova…project.”

"Yes. Jenova," Hojo confirmed, his tone grave. "If the name is to your liking, you have Gast to thank for it. He named her, after all, after he exhumed its remains.”

Sephiroth kept silent.

Hojo leaned back in his chair. “Jenova is an alien, Sephiroth, once mistakenly identified as a Cetra. You know how Shinra is. The idea was to create an Ancient who would lead us all to the promised land.”

Sephiroth asked “Me?” only in his mind. No words came out.

“The result of the efforts between myself, Gast and Hollander were…unsuccessful, for Shinra’s initial use, anyway.” His eyes shone as he looked at Sephiroth. “But you, Sephiroth, you are the shining jewel of the Jenova project.”

Hojo spoke more. He explained the use of Jenova’s cells, how his and Hollander’s methods differed, and took pleasure in explaining why Genesis’s and Angeal’s bodies had degraded.

A flicker of confusion crossed Sephiroth's features as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of what Hojo was telling him. "Then who...?" he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. “...Lucrecia…”

Hojo's gaze softened ever so slightly as he met Sephiroth's searching stare. "Your biological mother was Lucrecia Crescent," he revealed, his voice tinged with a melancholy that sent a shiver down Sephiroth's spine. “My wife.”

Sephiroth was paralyzed. Hojo continued.

“A brilliant scientist, when her judgment was not clouded by over-sentimentality. She agreed to use you as a test subject when you were but an unborn concept.” He placed both hands on the desk, pulling himself closer to Sephiroth. “You were implanted with Jenova’s cells when you were an embryo.” Hojo laughed, giddy. “How quickly she was willing to give you up for the pursuit of greater knowledge. It amazes me to this day!”

Sephiroth sank back the more Hojo leaned forward.

“Not many mothers would sacrifice their children like that. No, it takes a special kind of mother to allow alien cells to be implanted in her child.” He pulled back, bracing his elbows on the armrests as he shook his head. “But you are a special man, Sephiroth, and your mother was a special woman.”

Sephiroth couldn’t say a word.

Hojo hesitated for a moment, his gaze falling to the cluttered desk before him before meeting Sephiroth's gaze once more. "But she died," he replied simply, his voice heavy with regret. "Suicide. But rest assured, her legacy lives within you, as does Jenova."

As the weight of Hojo's words settled upon him, Sephiroth felt his chest rise. Hojo could sense Sephiroth’s impending loss of composure, and it was leading him right where he wanted him to be.

“Isn’t this more than what you asked for?” Hojo asked, feigning excitement. “Why limit yourself to one mother when you have two?”

Hojo's laughter filled the room. Sephiroth felt the contents of his stomach churn, spreading an icy feeling throughout his abdomen. He sat in silent agony across from the man who had orchestrated his existence, the one who was so unrelenting with his words.

"You killed your mother. She killed herself because of you. The one thing you want most in this world is long dead because you're breathing right this moment."

Sephiroth's chest tightened. Hojo began to rise out of his seat.

"She didn't care about you, Sephiroth. She experimented on you as if you were a rat infesting her womb.”

Hojo stood over Sephiroth.

"Even Professor Gast, who you had such an attachment to as a child because he was soft with you, he didn't care," Hojo sneered, his words like venom. "He only cared to keep you blind to what he really thought of you. Do you remember how much you screamed Sephiroth? How much you cried the day you found out he died?"

Sephiroth averted his eyes.

"Well? Scream now. Cry now. Call his name now that you know the full extent of who he was."

Sephiroth had clung to the memory of Professor Gast as a beacon of light only to discover that even that fragile illusion had been shattered beyond repair.

“I know you, Sephiroth. I know your feelings just as well as I know your abilities.” As Hojo's tirade continued, each accusation more cutting than the last, Sephiroth felt himself unraveling at the seams. "You feel like a weapon. You feel like you’re trapped," Hojo taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Take that away, what are you? This is what you were meant to be, Sephiroth. What other use is there for an alien crossbreed who was raised to defeat an army with a single flick of his sword?”

Had Sephiroth been in a better state of mind, he would’ve seen right through Hojo’s intention and questioned every blow to his ego. However, Sephiroth was slipping away—quickly.

"And I know that what you really want is not a mother, it’s not a family, or friends specifically. You want to belong to something that will love you," Hojo spat, his words a cruel mockery of Sephiroth's deepest desires. "When you already belong to the people who created you. You already belong to me.”

Sephiroth felt a drop of blood roll down his leg. He had sunk his fingers too deep into his thighs.

"You are my greatest achievement," Hojo's final words echoed in the declaration that followed, “You are mine.”

Sephiroth remained motionless, his silence a testament to the storm of emotions raging within him. He did not cry, he did not react, did not speak. He simply absorbed every word like a condemned man exposed.

Hojo watched Sephiroth walk out of his office that afternoon with a single thought in mind. He wondered if he had finally done it, and how long it would be before something happened. His only regret was not bringing Jenova’s remains to Midgar, to fully exploit what he believed was a ticking time bomb he wanted to assess before it detonated.

No one saw Sephiroth for a week. Rumors said he had been sent on a classified mission, Director Lazard didn’t mind his impromptu break but would’ve appreciated a heads-up, and a few people claimed they saw him in the R&D department’s archives, stalking its shelves like a wraith.

And then he appeared again. Sightings of Sephiroth spread in a small village at the foot of Mt. Nibel, in the western continent. Quietly, they sent the only other first class and two infantrymen to investigate and hopefully convince Sephiroth to come home. Zack feared Sephiroth had joined Genesis and abandoned Shinra, Cloud wondered why Sephiroth chose Nibelheim of all places.

Neither one expected to show up and find the entire village up in flames.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #ff7 crisis core #writing

[fractiflos]

Middle May!

A contest that takes place all of May, dedicated to Hikage Shinomori, Daigoro Banjo, and En. (I'm calling it Middle May because they're like the forgotten middle children of OFA Users.)

And I'm starting a new ask game, from now until the 30th. Give me a prompt and I'll give you at least 5 headcanons or you can just ask me something in general about users 4-6.

The contest has two categories, art and writing. Winners will be picked from each one and get a prize.

Overall Contest Rules:

No AI

Either Hikage, Banjo, or En (or some combination of the three) must be the main focus of the art/fic

Nothing explicit since I'm ace and feel like I would subconsciously rank it lower, which wouldn't be fair

You can submit multiple entries into both categories, but only one will be picked.

I often forget time zones exist, so you can start submitting by May 1st 12:00 AM UTC if you want

The contest ends May 31st so you can submit until 11:59 PM May 31st UTC

Art Contest Rules:

Actually, not a lot that isn't already covered by the overall rules. As long it's clear who the characters are and what's happening, it'll be fine.

Writing Contest Rules:

Again, not a whole lot that isn't already covered by overall rules. It must have a word count of at least 533 words (because the average of 4, 5, and 6 is 5.3 get it?).

Prize Rules:

I'll be writing fics as a prize. Give me a prompt and I'll write it. But -

Nothing explicit. As mentioned before I'm ace and don't feel comfortable nor capable of writing that.

If it's something else I don't think I'm capable of writing, I'll ask for a different one.

The top 3 can request up to 3 different prompts from me. Runners-up get 2, and honorable mentions get 1 prompt

This time they'll all be one-shots, I promise.

Other:

Don't hesitate to ask questions about anything!

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[dulcewrites]

Masterlist

Welcome! You can call me Flower. I am a relatively new writer (fanfic wise). This is my side blog so replies/follows will come from dulcelibra. I write basically anything. Fluff, angst etc. So far the fandoms I’ve written for are: Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, and House of the Dragon. I am open writing for other fandoms so just let me know if you have any request. My inbox is always open. I try to upload or post regularly, even if it is just posting ideas for feedback. That being said, I would appreciate patience. Also I do have works that are ambiguous readers but as a black woman is important for me to represent that in my writing. Please like, reblog, and follow if you see anything you like 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ao3

Top Gun Maverick

Good Wife: As their marriage goes through a rough patch, Nia finds her reevaluating her relationship with Bradley, and what she signed up for when she said ‘I Do’. Slight character study based on some lyrics from good wife by Kacey Musgraves (Bradley x oc)

Crush Preview

Outer Range

Despite My Better Judgement: Your eccentric but kind hearted best friend tasks you with the duty of throwing “the best bachelorette party ever” in Wyoming of all places. An unexpected night with a brooding cowboy happens.

New Traditions: As the first holiday season in your new home approaches, Rhett and you start new traditions and make promises

Moodboard*

House of the Dragon

Fool Me Once (multi part - finished): Learning about Aemond’s indiscretions hurts more than you thought it would, and leads you to accepting help from an unlikely source (Aemond x reader)

Finding Common Cause (multi part- on going): A little white lie on Helaena’s part lands both Aemond and Myrah in situation they can’t get out of (Aemond x oc)

Blood in the Water (multi part - on going): Some will say that the deaths of Lady Laena Velaryon and Ser Laenor Velaryon, daughter and son of the Sea Snake and Queen That Never Was, were the first cracks in the long standing alliance between House Velaryon and House Targaryen. But most claim it was sudden union between Ser Vaemond Velaryon's daughter and the King's first born son. (Aegon x oc)

Intrinsically Linked: Love and Pain are two sides of the same coin. Fluid and never ending. Laena and Alicent both know that all too well.

Drowned in Love (multi part): Love in painful and all consuming, and the three of them would not have it any other way. (Aemond x alys x oc)

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (paused): Sometimes Aegon is sure that the Gods like playing tricks on him. Your reintroduction into his life only proves that further (modern hotd au, Aegon centric).

Acquired Taste (paused): Sometimes the hungry grows too strong. Edith and Aegon know that all too well. (Modern au Aegon x oc)

Unnerved: Being at court is a game is a game, and your favorite player is a certain long haired prince (Aemond x reader)

Fire & Desire: Many sacrifices have been made to get Aegon on the throne. Including ones made by you (Aegon x reader x aemond)

Paparazzi: Loving Aemond is cherry pie (modern au Aemond centric)

Gone… But Not Forgotten (request): Aemond and you always had a great relationship. But as the Dance of the Dragons begins and tensions rise, you find yourself on the outside looking in (Aemond x reader)

Promises and Premonitions (request): Since finding out you’re with child, you’ve been having the strangest nights (Aemond x reader)

For You Always: you always knew Aemond had a soft spot for you, but you always just assumed it was him wanting to look out for his brother’s wife. Soon you find out that his devotion knows no bounds (Aemond x reader)

Oc list

#I accidentally deleted my masterlist like an idiot 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #I’m truly sick to my stomach dkwmfkemf #I’m sooo dumb my god #so I had to redo it.. I don’t even know if everything is on here #aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x alys rivers #aemond targaryen x reader #modern hotd #aemond targaryen imagine #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii angst #aemond imagine #aemond x oc #aegon targaryen x you #aegon ii x oc #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x oc #outer range imagine #outer range #hotd aemond #aemond targaryen x original character #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott x reader

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Cramps

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN:- I’m sorry this took me a while, I kept changing my mind on some things. Thank you @k1ng0fmyheart for requesting, I hope you like it 🫶🏼I am making my way through the inbox, so if you have requested anything I haven’t forgotten!!

I know in the worlds they don’t have friendlies during the off season but for the sake of this series we’re gonna pretend they do!!

TW:- talks of periods, cramping, tampons, swearing, and I think that’s it

(Not my gif, credits to who made this)

After sunset Jack and Mackenzie decided to head back to shore. Jack pulled the anchor up, as Mackenzie folded the blankets.

Jack talked about how excited he was for world friendlies but was cut off by Mackenzie groaning, he looked back to see her bent over. “Kenz, you ok?” Jack walked over to her, rubbing the small of her back.

“Mhm” Mackenzie hummed out, Jack sighed, he hated seeing his girl in pain and not being able to do anything.

“Tell me what you need bubs” Jack kissed her head as she stood up straight, leaning back into him. Jack wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her lower stomach. Mackenzie moaned quietly as Jack applied slight pressure to her stomach.

“That helping baby?” Jack cooed, applying more pressure and moving his hands around. Mackenzie groaned as Jack hit a particular sore spot, “is there sore bubs?” Jack asked as Mackenzie nodded. “Hmm how about we head back to the house, get changed into comfy clothes and cuddle?” Jack suggested.

Mackenzie nodded, leaning back to kiss him, Jack kissed back before pulling away.

“Come on then beautiful, let’s get you home” Jack kissed her cheek before leading her to the drivers bench. Jack opened his arms inviting Kenzie to sit on his lap as he started driving back to shore.

Mackenzie whined as the waves began to get choppy, Jack soothed her the best he could whilst concentrating on the water in front. “shh it’s ok baby, we’ll be back soon I promise” Jack cooed as he saw the dock appearing in front, frowning when he saw a figure standing in the shadowy part.

Subconsciously Jack wrapped his arms tighter around Mackenzie. Jack asks Kenzie if she could pull out his phone to call Quinn. Mackenzie grabbed his phone, smiling at the background picture. It was a picture of the two taken by Trevor a couple months after they started dating, Mackenzie was cuddled into Jack's side laughing, Jack had his arm around her looking down at her laughing outside a club they’d gone to celebrate Freya's birthday. Neither of them realised Trevor had taken the picture.

Mackenzie unlocked his phone using their anniversary as his passcode. Quinn answers on the second ring, “hey bro, everything alright?” Quinn’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hey Quinny, erm no? There’s someone hanging around by the dock, looks a lil sus” Jack spoke back, turning the boat around. “What? Are you two ok? Who is it?” Trevor spoke, taking over from Quinn.

“Yeah, yeah Kenz and I are fine. I just don’t wanna dock with it being just us two. I don’t know who it is” Jack replied. “What? Trev now’s not the time” Quinn mumbled.

Mackenzie giggled at the two, “aww is big scary Trevy-bear gonna come rescue us?” Kenzie teased. Quinn laughed as he shut the back door, Trevor and Luke following behind. “Hell yeah he is, he's the biggest bravest scariest bear around” Trevor played along.

“Mhm so brave that he screamed and run away from a spider in the bathroom” Luke teased laughing along with Kenzie. “Yeah yeah whatever, look we’re nearly there so turn back” Quinn told Jack, the middle Hughes followed instructions turning back to the dock.

“Are they still there?” Kenzie asked, “yeah, Luke and Trev are going over now” Quinn responded. “WHAT?! You let lukey go?” Jack exclaimed.

Quinn sighed, “Jack baby, he’ll be fine! Trev’s there” Kenzie squeezed his hand. “OH MY GOD” Luke shouted, Jack and Kenzie both looked at each other worried.

“Luke… LUKE are you ok?” Quinn shouted, Jack and Kenzie now coming into view of the dock seeing Luke on the floor. “Quinn, Quinn what’s happening? Is Lukey—” Jack asked before getting cut off by Quinn and Trevor laughing.

“Sky-Skylar you scared me!!” Luke exclaimed, Mackenzie felt Jack physically relax at the sound of Luke’s voice. “What’s Sky doing out here alone?” Mackenzie thought aloud. Jack shrugged before docking, helping Mackenzie out before climbing out himself.

Jack offered Mackenzie his hand which she happily grabbed as they made their way to the others. “Sky? What are you doing out here?” Mackenzie again voiced her thoughts from earlier. Skylar sighed as Mackenzie brought her into a brief hug before examining her for any injuries. “I came looking for you, these last few days have been weird between us and I wanted to talk, apologise” Skylar explained.

Mackenzie hugged her again, “but why are you out here?” Jack asked. “Kaylee told me she saw you and Mackenzie leaving the house, I thought you’d be at the dock but when I saw the boat gone I’d figured I’d wait for you to get back” Skylar explained again as they all made their way back to the house.

Mackenzie stopped walking with Jack, squeezing his hand and groaning again. Everyone turned to look at her as Jack began to massage her stomach again. “What’s up Kenzie?” Quinn asked.

“She’s cramping again” Jack explained, the boys nodded as Skylar looked at her sister in sympathy. “Sky, would it be ok if we talk tomorrow? I’m cramping so much right now” Mackenzie explained. “Yeah, of course! Do you want me to get Sebastian?” Skylar asked.

Jack belly laughed as all the boys frowned looking confused, “Sebastian?” Trevor piped up. “Sebastian the plushy heating pad lobster” Skylar explained. “Rriiigghtttt” Luke nodded as he opened the back door.

“Anyway, glad everyone is ok. I’m gonna head back to the boys” Quinn said, walking away Luke and Trevor following behind him.

“I’ll get Sebastian heated and meet you upstairs” Jack smiled, kissing Kenzie’s head before heading to the kitchen leaving the Havener sisters alone on the back porch. “I’ll leave you to it then, but maybe we can spend the day together tomorrow?” Skylar suggested looking hopeful. “I’d love that Sky” Mackenzie smiled, happy that her sister had extended an olive branch.

Mackenzie gave Skylar a hug, kissing her forehead before heading upstairs, she didn’t get far before someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Erm Kenzie?” Luke's voice spoke through the stairwell. Mackenzie turned around “hey lukey, what’s up” Mackenzie noticed his rosy cheeks, furrowing her eyebrows. “Erm you have a little something” Luke pointed to her butt. Mackenzie frowned, “what?” She asked before it dawned on her. Oh no is all she thought before running up to hers and Jack's shared bathroom.

Mackenzie sat on the toilet, to sort herself out, but realised she needed a change of underwear.

“JACK” Mackenzie shouted out, waiting for a response. Mackenzie sighed, “JACK” Mackenzie shouted louder, hearing footsteps coming down the hallway. “Kenzie?” Quinn’s muffled voice said. “Quinn? Can you get Jack for me please?” Mackenzie pleaded. “Yeah sure, JAck” Quinn’s voice got quieter as he walked away.

Mackenzie waited, sighing. A faint knock was heard at the door, “Kenzie?” Quinn spoke, “Jack’s not here.” “What?! He was here 5 minutes ago” Mackenzie worried, “Luke said he’s gone to the store” Quinn explained, Mackenzie groaned out partly due to her cramps but partly because she was stuck until he came back. “Is Kaylee there?” Mackenzie shouted back. “Erm yeah, KAYLEE COME HERE” Quinn shouted, a minute later Kaylee was bounding into the bedroom, “Kenny-bear where you at?” Kaylee called.

“In the bathroom, can you pass me some underwear and a change of pants?” Kenzie asked, “yeah babe, where are they?” Kaylee began rummaging around.

“In the dresser” Mackenzie called back, soon an arm appeared through the door frame, “here you go babe” Kaylee passed clothes to her. “Thanks gorgeous, is jack back yet?” Mackenzie asked as she changed.

“Erm I think so, I just heard the door go” Kaylee popped her head out into the hallway, seeing Jack carrying a gift bag. Kaylee quirked her brow at him “I see you’ve got Sebastian” she laughed, “ yeah and a care package for Kenz” Jack explained before heading into their room. Kenzie was leaving the bathroom as Jack walked in, “hey babe, I got you some supplies” Jack passed her the bag, and watched eagerly as Kenzie went through it, frowning when he noticed the tears falling down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t like it?” Jack worried, he’d seen a tik tok of a boyfriend making a care package for his girlfriend during that time and wanted to do the same. “No, no it’s just no one’s ever done anything like that for me before, it’s so thoughtful J I love it” Mackenzie explained, “damn hormones” she muttered.

Jack laughed before pulling her into a hug, kissing her head. “What do you need now bubs?” Jack asked, guiding her to the bed. “Cuddles?” Mackenzie pouted, Jack pulled her into bed with him, Mackenzie snuggling into his side as he placed Sebastian on her back, massaging her front. Loading up Netflix, Jack clicked on unsolved mysteries, opening a bag of m&m’s and feeding Mackenzie a few.

“I wuv you” Mackenzie muffled out, with a mouthful of m&m’s. Jack laughed “i wuv you too” he mocked back, kissing her head again.

For the rest of the evening the couple stayed as they were, Jack occasionally getting out to reheat Sebastian or to make a cup of hot chocolate. Mackenzie occasionally getting up to change her tampon, or the stretch. It wasn’t long into the 7th episode that Mackenzie drifted off, Jack smiled at her, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.

Nearly 3 years on and Jack could still feel the butterflies in his stomach when she told him she loved him, or when she’d just look at him and smile. Jack would bet on everything he had, that Mackenzie was the one, and he’d be damned if he didn’t treat her as anything but his whole world including getting up at 3 am to reheat her lobster. Ellen and Jim had always lectured the boys on the importance of treating their partners right, respecting women, showing them you love them with little things. Jack liked to think he was doing a pretty good job at that.

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Kenzie.Havener it will always be pancakes 🥞😩

Tagged:- jackhughes

Photo credit 📸:- Kay.Johnson, trevorzegras

jackhughes yeah I should’ve thought about that 😩😂

Kenzie.Havener I love you 😙❤️

jackhughes I love you more ❤️

trevorzegras awww they’re so cute 🤧🥹

Kay.Johnson the absolute cutest 🤧🥺

User180 couple goals 😩

Angela.Woods So süß! Wann ist die Hochzeit? 👰🏼‍♀️💓So cute! When’s the wedding?

Kenzie.Havener Mama! Es wird nicht so bald eine Hochzeit geben!😂😩

Mama! There won’t be a wedding anytime soon!

Olivia.Autumn where’s my cuddles?😩 @/Chase.Lukas

Chase.Lukas coming now princess ❤️

Mackenzie woke up the next morning feeling worse than yesterday, day 3 was always the worst for her. Mackenzie began patting the space next to her looking for Jack, the door creaking open made her shoot her head up. Watching as Jack came in with a plate of pancakes in one hand, an iced coffee in the other.

“Morning snickerdoodle” Jack placed the drink and plate on the nightstand before leaning down to kiss her. “Mm morning lovebug” Mackenzie hummed back. Jack laughed as he pulled away, “lovebug? That’s a new one” he said as Mackenzie went to brush her teeth and change her tampon, washing her hands before she climbed back into bed.

“You’re one to talk with snickerdoodle” Mackenzie laughed, “how are you feeling?” Jack smirked as he saw her eyeing up the pancakes on the nightstand, “go ahead babe they’re for you” Jack passed her the plate. Mackenzie frowned “did you not get yourself some?”

“I already ate mine, thought I’d treat my girl to breakfast in bed” Jack hummed climbing back in to cuddle her, Kaylee and Trevor joined them soon after breakfast to cuddle and chill. The boys being roped into face masks, awful karaoke and plenty of cuddles.

Both Kaylee and Mackenzie fell asleep cuddling into each other, Jack smiled at the two. “You’re one lucky man Jack Hughes” Trevor hummed out, “that I am trev, that I am” Jack smiled, leaning in to brush the hair out of her face and kiss her scar, smiling wider as she subconsciously scrunched her nose.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #ethan edwards x reader #summer of love #summer of love master list

[romiyaro]

Men!!!

cw: implied fem!reader, referred to as girlfriend (or so ig)

a/n: no idea of word count i just wanted to warm up my writing gears. positive criticism appreciated, like, reblog, comment if you like this and would like to see a part 2 (which gosh i want aby to write so spam her inbox yall i wanna read the rest in her writing )

for a part 2 contact @/sanoinc cuz my brain ded

Your eyebrows twitch in annoyance as you stare at the unchanging google doc.

It's been 30 minutes already and Atsumu has yet to add another word to the document. You can see his cursor on the doc, and he told you he's researching what he's going to write.

But it surely wouldn't need thirty fucking minutes to research about MBTI types, would it?

You call him. The phone rings for a moment before Atsumu picks. "Hey babe, I'm still researchin'. Gimme a minute."

"Alright." You reply, crisp and short. You don't hang up, hoping he doesn't notice. And to your smug chagrin, he doesn't notice. You can hear the slight creak of his gaming chair as he twirls around, already imagining him putting the headphones around his neck back on.

And his next words don't disappoint you at all. "Hey, I'm back. Where were we?"

"Who was that?" It's faint but you can tell it's Osamu from the strong accent.

"Y/n. They have been pestering me with a stupid project. I'll do it later." His tone sounds carefree, ignorant of you seething on the other side of the phone. You throw your phone on the pillow, muting yourself worried you might say something in anger. Sighing, you fall back on the bed, project all but forgotten.

Yes, it carried no marks. But the topic was MBTIs, and learning more about the MBTI of your partner. You had taken a leave of two days from your part time job to get this group project done with. And a little part of you also wanted to have a little bonding time with your silly boyfriend.

So when he did what he did right now, it really grated on your nerves in the wrong way.

You sigh once again, and your roommate looks over. "What's got you sighing like that?"

"It's nothing," you wave it away, "Just a ruined project, and a ruined mood." You mumble the last part, not wanting to bother your bestie with your boyfriend troubles.

She doesn't get the hint, furrowing her brows as she asks, "Is it Atsumu again?"

You chuckle, nodding your head, "Yeah, kinda." Gosh, the entire world could tell when you were dissatisfied with your boyfriend. Everyone except him.

"Y'know, you can always play dirty." She winks at you.

Your mouth falls slack, "No. I'm not sending Atsumu a nude." Hell nah, you were not bold enough to do that. Your roommate was a risky little shit, but that didn't mean that you would let her influence your reasoning.

"Your call," She shrugs, knowing she couldn't persuade you unless you wanted it, "It works for me." She rolls back into the cocoon of her blankets, resuming to idly watch Instagram reels.

You bite your lip, pondering over the suggestion. The wheels whirr in your brain, frustration from your boyfriend's neglect, and anger from earlier clouding your judgment as you grab your phone and head to the dresser.

Sitting before the waist-length mirror, you pull off your tshirt, exposing your bra-clad skin to the mirror. Biting your lip, you open the camera, trying different poses and angles. You pout, reviewing the pictures, none of them seem appealing enough. The images are blurry and the lighting seems kinda dull.

"Want some help with that?" the cheery voice rings behind you. You laugh. Oh, you could you forget that little minx.

"Yes," you nod, "I'll treat you to fries." You promise.

Ro jumps off her bed in one fell swoop. She turns off the lights and switches on the LEDs she taped around the room for this sole purpose. Now bathed in a romantic red color, you glance at yourself in the mirror.

You have to admit you look hot. The lights do your skintone justice and it blurs your face, making it hard to realize who you are. Ro giggles mischievously, "Now comes the good part."

She smacks at your spine. "Ow!" you groan, arching your back. Grabbing your shoulder she whispers urgently, "Hold that pose." She straightens your shoulders out a bit, making your chest pop lewdly. But the lighting falls on your chest, reflecting a pretty red all over your exposed body. The shadow falls on your waist, making it look more appealing.

Ro hands you the phone, camera open and timer for 10 seconds started. She hurriedly sets the phone in your hand, leaping out of the way when 5 seconds are left, "Don't move!" she whispers. The camera shutters, capturing an image of you bathed in red and partially covering your face. You look at the image closely.

A smile lights up your face. The picture turned out very good, lewd but not pornographic, enough to tease. You haven't felt this hot in a while. And you like this. Turning to Ro, you exclaim, "We should do this more often!"

She laughs, "I do this all the time. You tell me when you wanna rile that bitch up again. I'll help you." Her smug smirk tells you she loves the idea of torturing others. And she would be down for another session later.

You send the image to Atsumu, clicking back to the phone call that's been going on for 45 whole minutes already. With bated breath you listen in on his conversation with Osamu.

"Hold up, 'Samu. I got a message from y/n on discord."

"Ya should really get working on the proj-"

There's a dull thud from the other side. You wonder what happened and as if answering your question Osamu hollers, "HOW THE FUCK DID YA JUST FALL OF THAT CHAIR, 'TSUMU-"

"I- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, 'SAMU I-" Atsumu's muffled groans reverberate throught he phone and you giggle, accidntally hitting unmute on your phone.

The other side goes silent for a second. You hear shuffling from the other side and Atsumu's voice this time is clear as daylight as he exclaims, "Ya didn't hang up?"

You peep amidst laughter, "No- didn't-"

"Ya mean," you can imagine him drearily gulping, "Ya heard all of that?"

"I did." You smile, "And I didn't hang up cuz I wanted to tell you that," You lower your voice, mysteriously whispering, "You can get the uncensored version of that pic if you finish the theory work of the project tonight." You resolutely hang up, cutting his high pitched excited squeal off.

#atsumu x fem reader #x fem reader #x fem!reader #tw fem!reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu fluff

[mybworlds]

Chapter 7: Routine

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Summary: As their journey continues, they will discover that slowly their relationship is beginning to change -- perhaps.

Chapter Warnings: language, use of pet names

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Sansa was silent for a long time, straining to remember what she had done or said: she tried to justify his behavior. She knew for sure that he didn't touch her: if he did, she thought, he would surely have reminded her or turned her some ambiguous phrases to make her uncomfortable.

Instead, the Hound looked particularly grim and blurted out for everything.

The Sun painted the surrounding hills as Sansa and the Hound walked through another forest, over there air was cool and there was no particular noise except that of the pristine nature around them.

"It's beautiful here," she said with a small smile, "What is this place?"

"A friggin' forest, a friggin' forest, they're all the same as each other," he replied, taking his canteen and drinking.

"Wine?" she asked, turning her head toward him.

"Yes, would you like it?" he asked handing his the canteen, she wrinkled her nose and looked ahead.

"No, thank you. My head hurts too much." she replied as she turned to him and looked at the landscape that offered itself to their view.

He chuckled "I had my first drunk when I was twelve, I had made a bet with a pig warden." he told her, sketching a smile.

"Really?" she asked in amazement.

"Yeah."

"How were you as a child?" she asked curiously.

"Silent." he replied admonishing her "What is this question? Courtesy question? Or something else?"

"No, I mean, if we're going to get to Winterfell, we should get to know each other, don't you think."

"No." he replied abruptly.

"Why are you so…unwilling to talk about you and your past? I only asked you about your childhood! You must have been a child, right?" she tried to deepen.

"I've forgotten who I was like!" he told her. And it was true in part.

"Because of your brother?" she had the audacity to ask him even though she dared not look at his expression.

He shook his head; he didn't like to talk about that part of his life. Indeed, the less he remembered about it, the better he was: his childhood was linked with so many painful memories. He didn't want to talk about it!

"What was your mother's name?" she asked him, retrying after a while to talk to him.

Sandor huffed, "What does it matter?"

"Mine is called Catelyn. She is one of the strongest and proudest women I know, when I grow up I hope to be like her." she told.

"I hear your mother is holding that damned Lannister captive who thinks he's above everyone! May the Underworld take him!" Sandor spoke bitterly.

Sansa smiled, "I know. She's showing such courage."

"So are you, little bird, so are you," he added, making her turn her head toward him and make their eyes meet.

That clear sky soon gave way to rain and the two were forced to stop again.

They reached a small inn where Sansa ate stewed meat with vegetables and drank a lot of water, she would not be drinking wine again for certainly not anytime soon.

She promised herself.

Sandor, on the other hand, ate and drank to satisfaction, he was so drunk that at one point he almost dropped the glass from his hands and that was when Sansa stopped him: it had never happened that a woman managed to stop him, but she must have had some strange power over him because strangely he did not attack her, indeed when she told him to go to sleep, he let himself be guided to the room that Sansa had previously requested for them. The man leaned on the little girl who was barely holding him because of his size and let her guide him up the dusty, creaking steps, his head aching more than usual.

The two entered a small room that was old and smelled musty, Sansa sat the Hound on the bed that creaked under his weight, then the young woman went to the small window and opened it. Fresh air flooded the room that probably hadn't been opened in years, and Sansa felt better, rested her palms on the small windowsill and closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp air that filled her nostrils and gently moved her hair.

Who knows if it was snowing in Winterfell, if the wolves were howling and running through the woods, she opened her eyes and watched the sky grow darker and darker, then she looked in again and saw the Hound lying on his side, the features of the healthy half of his face were relaxed and for a moment it seemed to Sansa that for real she had a man just a little older than she was and not someone forty!

She was tempted to move his black hair that was falling over his face, but she preferred not to touch him, not to disturb his sleep, and so she made to lie down beside him on the other side of the bed: it barely squeaked under the slight weight of the young Stark and she only at that instant realized that she was lying with a man, she flushed. He was drunk yes, sleeping it is true, but he was a man!

What would her mother or her septa have said if they had seen that she, Sansa Stark of Winterfell, was lying with a man who was not her husband and who moreover had been in the service of the Lannisters?

But then she recalled that they had almost certainly slept together the night before as well, and her heart missed a beat and then galloped off again.

"You can lie down, I won't hurt you."

The Hound reassured her, at least in words, about his intentions, but Sansa continued to feel that state of deep shame. She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her hands to her chest, then relented and lay back, her head turned away. The Hound was too drunk to even think about touching the little bird, but even if he had, it would not have been to hurt her: he wouldn't laid a finger on her.

He was making that journey for the purpose of bringing her back to her nest; he would never break her wings to satisfy his desire, ever.

The next morning the two set off again, their relationship was changing, it was now clear.

A strange routine had developed: they ride for several hours, then Sandor goes off to find some berries or a hare while she lights a fire or satisfies personal impulses, then after they had eaten their simple meal, Sandor helps her get back on Stranger and then continue riding, Sandor holds the reins and she keeps her hands on his or she holds Stranger's reins and he covers her hands with his own.

It was a bit strange that relationship, but in Sansa's eyes it was beautiful, simple and less frightening as the days went by, in Sandor's eyes magnificent because for the first time he was sharing something simple with someone.

#sansan #sansa stark #sandor clegane #sansa x sandor #asoiaf #the hound and the little bird #game of thrones #game of thrones fic #sansan ff #sansa x the hound #the houndxsansa #the hound #game of thrones fanfiction #the princess in the north and the hound #tpitnath #fanfic #got #got fanfiction #got fic #richard armitage #sophie turner #sansa x sandor ff #tpinath

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@bb-enablefreebuild it's true, but asa says it himself, "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have everything a person could want and a better family than some could ever imagine - but it’s not enough for me. I don’t know why. I want to be happy, but I don’t know how." it was important for me to include that part in there, because that has nothing to do with finn – well, only a little bit in that he knows he can come across as ungrateful given that his family is incredibly supportive and some people's families, like finn's, are the opposite. otherwise, this is entirely centered around asa's internal feelings. he's had depression nearly his entire life, it's just that when finn is around he's able to find reasons to take care of himself (going outside for long walks, sleeping regularly, paying attention in class because finn tells him to, taking his meds, etc.) and without finn there to ground him, asa is falling apart for more reasons than one. so yes it's the heartbreak of losing your first love, but it's more than that for him. it's losing the primary reason for living in the moment and looking forward to the future :(

he will be soooooooo pissed :( we'll have to wait and see if asa tells him the truth (or the full truth) about how he got to this point... especially after everything asa said in this post; he KNOWS finn wouldn't approve of any of his actions thus far, but he keeps digging his grave deeper and deeper because he's already gone too far, he's already broken finn's trust and he can't leave things like this now :(

that tag is so funny, i wasn't even referring to myself in Sim God terms i was just mad at him as if i'm a powerless reader like the rest of you jfkjsds and YEAH poor casper :( he'll come up in one of the next posts so i don't want to say too much, but the fact that his worst fear is missing out on something important while he's away, to the extent that he's calling constantly to check on his family is so..... :(

bro yes 🤭

thank you for sharing!! that makes complete sense to me and that's a really sweet way to incorporate your mom in that decision 🥺

RIGHT he needs the sense knocked into him fr

@forgotten-pixels ahhhh i love this question, i was JUST thinking about mac while i was making vegan chili mac the other day fjkjsds i'm actually going to save this in my inbox and take some pictures for you when i have the energy because i miss mac and honey too :') they're always hanging out in the same room while i'm taking screenshots, they just NEVER make it into any good pics. it's actually a curse i swear

i honestly have no idea, i'm sorry 😭 it'll probably be awhile though, i haven't been doing great tbh but i want the next post to look as good as it does in my head so i don't want to half ass it!!

@itsalwaysgonnabeher oh you caught that huh sjfkjsds don't worry (yet) 💖

@little-orphan-ant I'M SORRY 😭 i'm thinking brandi wtf at all times too lmao

omg okay so i'm saving this message in my inbox for later because i KNOW for a FACT that i listed everyone's favorite candy many years ago but tumblr's search function is so incredibly ass and i don't have the energy to keep searching for it right now but i will find it eventually i promise 🥺 and if not i'll just rewrite it and then when i inevitably find the original post we can compare my answers and see how well i know my characters' tastes fjksjds

absolutely yes i'm afraid 😌

in my head i still have to sound it out sometimes if it's been forever since i've typed her name fjksjds

@rebouks thank you so much 🥺🥺 the same goes to you!!! 💖

@moonfromearth thank you!! it's so sweet you thought of me ;-; 💗

#sorry i'm answering some of these so late #been fighting for my life in my brain lately and words are not coming easily 👍🏻 #but it's been so long since i've had to break out the replies post :') #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #moonfromearth #rebouks #bb-enablefreebuild #forgotten-pixels #little-orphan-ant #itsalwaysgonnabeher

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"oh my love, warmly call out for me when I'm by your side / I'll only fill you with love // above that endless sky / this night of stars pouring down / is looking at you sleeping next to me"

━ seventeen "same dream, same mind, same night"

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formerly lipglossjun

most recent fic: the NDA

header: john constable - a cloud study, sunset (1821)

HIMBOCOUPS'S MASTERLIST / 18+ ━━━━━━♡꘎

━ WRITTEN:

yuck! | lsm | [part one] [part two]

⤷ how can you remain friends with benefits with someone who turns his plushies around during sex, pouts when you don't kiss him goodbye, and spends his time occupying your mind?

impressions | csc ♡

⤷ as impressionable as the scent he wears, he is the standout in a crowd of many. and you can't help but to inhale him deeply before the night fades away.

red horn | yjh

⤷ devils are contract workers - simply offer them a payment that they can never refuse, and your problems would be taken care of. the only thing is, what could a mere human possibly offer to a devil?

crawl | yjh

⤷ if there is anything about the Devil, it’s that he always keeps his promises. the problem is, he’s mad that you seemed to have forgotten his promise. crawling for the Devil is the least of your problems.

multitasking | kmg

⤷ multitasking only saves time when it's done right

between glitz and glamour | ljh ♡

⤷ love collects like the number of pearls on a string – scintillant under the shining spotlight, two ends clasped together to make one. however, one unforeseen tug can scatter the pearls, making them roll, bounce, and clack against the illegally sticky floors of the speakeasy. but one can’t help but chase the jewels, especially the one carved in the shape of lee jihoon.

epistolary yearning | lsm

⤷ a series of letters, speckled with notes of budding romance and longing, exchanged between a newly married couple separated by seas and the ongoing war the emperor sent his commander to end.

the NDA | hjs

⤷ the budding romance between two movie stars and a promise backed by a stack of legal contractual papers. how much would you allow yourself to go through in order to be his?

━ NIGHT VERSIONS:

N/A

━ SOCIAL MEDIA AU:

take a pic | ksy

━ KEY:

fics are ordered from oldest to newest in every section

first fic posted = yuck!

personal favorites = ♡

updated: march 11, 2024

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WIP tag

thank you so much for tagging me @four2andnew and @takearisk-ao3!!

List the titles of your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

so here we go:

in all chaos there is calculation

untitled RWRB how to get away with murder au

prompts sitting in my inbox (i have not forgotten about you i promise)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

BONUS: every thing i need is right here by my side

ahhhhh....I'm pretty sure everyone has been tagged so apologies if it's your 17th time seeing this

@displayheartcode @ginnyw-potter @corneliaavenue-ao3 @fizzyginfizz @blinkngone

#writing #wips #tagged

[cbrownjc]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Well, I now have time to do things like this, so thanks for tagging me @nalyra-dreaming, lol!

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How many works do you have on ao3? -- 5

What’s your total ao3 word count? -- 122,062

What fandoms do you write for? -- Interview with the Vampire/Vampire Chronicles

Top 5 fics by kudos -- Well I only have 5 fics up on AO3, so:

Now or Neverland

Half-Forgotten Dreams

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Promises, Promises

Where the Truth Lies

Do you respond to comments? -- Yes, I try to respond to all comments I get and have done so for the most part. (I've only got one sitting in my inbox that I need to reply to at the moment).

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? -- Where the Truth Lies. First posted it less than a week ago, so I can't elaborate on it, just . . . yeah.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? -- Well, in the relative scheme of things, I guess Now or Neverland's ending would be considered "happy." IMO it's really more wistful than happy, but not as bittersweet as the ending of all my other fics are. Excepting Where the Truth Lies' ending, of course, as I noted above.

Do you get hate on fics? -- Only on one fic. (And it was rather. . . telling . . . that it was on that fic too, IMO.)

Do you write smut? -- 😏 But, so far, no PWP kinds, as what I've written are all scenes within larger stories being told.

Craziest crossover -- Um, none. Unless you want to count real-world history that some of the stories bump up against as a "crossover." Which, personally, I don't. However, I did write a real crossover fic once, but it's not on AO3 . . . nor would I call it crazy.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? -- No, not that I know or heard of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? -- Again no, not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? -- Well, I've co-written a series, not just one specific fic. So I guess that works for this question.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? -- LOL! Okay, I know for a fact that I'm never going to finish this fic I'm about to talk about. I started it back in 2005, and 10 years later I put up a note saying I wasn't going to finish it. And it wasn't for IWTV Fandom, nor is the fic posted on AO3, but I want to mention it anyway. Because there will always be a part of me that wishes I could have finished writing this fic, and has wished it for years.

It is a Buffy/Harry Potter Crossover fic called Harry Potter and the Mystical Key. It's posted and still up on FF.net, and it's the one and only fic I have posted on there.

It was the first real fanfic I ever planned and started writing. I wrote and posted up to something like 56K words of it too, before I abandoned it, mostly due to losing my passion for writing because of real-life things that were happening to me around that time. And no matter how much I tried, I just had no interest in trying to finish it. But it's always kind of haunted me over the years, and made me wary of ever starting another fanfic project again over the fear of losing interest and never finishing it.

And now, I've completed 5 fics within a 200K (it's looking like) series, writing 122K of it in one year. I'm happy. 😊

What are your writing strengths? -- I think I have a good and natural feel for how to structure a story so that it will be interesting to read. I, personally, have always had to at least know the skeletal structure of a story and where it's going before I start writing it . . . otherwise, I just feel like I'm wasting my time on writing something with no point to it. I'm also not afraid to change things in the middle of writing something if I come up with something better.

I'm also not afraid to skip around when I'm writing. Makes writing the stuff I may not be as interested in writing easier to write if I've already written the things/scenes I've most been looking forward to.

I've also been told that my writing style is very vivid. I also am totally fine with someone editing my stories to hell and back because I do that very same thing myself. Nothing is perfect, but I always try to make sure a story is the best it can be before I post it.

What are your writing weaknesses? -- If you may not have noticed, I suck when it comes to spelling. Also, I can be way too vague sometimes when I'm trying to hide a later revelation in a story, but still set it up beforehand. I always have to remind myself that just because I understand the hint I'm trying to lay about something, that doesn't mean I've made that hint clear enough to the reader.

And I suspect I may be too wordy since many of my fics tend to be long. (Over 10K.) I never set out to write long stories on purpose, but I know the length of the stories I write can probably be off-putting for some people.

Also, just sitting down and writing can be hard for me to do. I can get distracted and procrastinate easily. I have to have the correct focus -- usually light focus music or writing sprint videos -- playing to get things done. (And, when I'm writing at night, I usually light some candles as well.)

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? -- As long as it fits the character, I'm up for it.

First fandom you wrote in? -- Strawberry Shortcake. I was around 5 years old or so (so it was like 1982-83). My mom let me use her blue Brother typewriter but I had to use lined paper instead of typing paper because she didn't want me to waste that kind of paper on what I was writing. I didn't know that I was writing fanfic of course, but that was totally what I was doing. I sat and hunted and pecked out the letters. IIRC I typed about two pages of my little story too (over like a weekend).

That said, the first fanfic I ever wrote after first coming online was a short Star Trek: Voyager fanfic that I can't even remember the title of now. Or if it's still up online somewhere.

Favourite fic you’ve written? -- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, simply because I think it's the most tightly written of the five fics I've written so far. I also just really love the structure of it, which I planned out in linear order, but then wrote non-linerally. I don't think that story would feel as tightly written as it does if I had just written and posted it in linear order.

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Okay, that was super fun to do. 🙂 Glad I now have time to do things like this. I'm just going to tag @faerywhimsy, @girlwithakiwi, @virginiaisforvampires, @doublehex, @elsakey, @impressionism, and @faerywhimsy if any of you would like to do this too. And, of course, anyone else who wishes to do this too go right ahead. :-)

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