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thesupreme316 · 4 months

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I have had this stuck with me for a time now, wording this sucked.

So most/all AEW and WWE stars have taunts, iconic finishers, and submissions so I was thinking what if the reader used one of them ( Kenny’s V-trigger, HOOK’s redrum. Things like these) and their reaction to the move/taunt.

You can pick anyone and the number of people

AEW STARS REACT TO: You Doing Their Signature Move/Taunt

Pairings: Samoa Joe x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader

Word Count: 728

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, sorry ive been MIA. School started and I've been student teaching, but also I'm starting to kind of lose motivation for this. but imma keep pushing through because damn it yall deserve it. but my inbox and messages are always open. please remember that you are loved, appreciated, and cherished.

Warnings: none i think. barely proofread this tbh

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @kat04ie @batzy-watzy @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You are a very private person

You rarely discuss or even reference your friendships (or relationships)

But today?

You were feeling cocky and wanted to put it out on display

So during your match, while you looked at the crowd

And without another second going by….

You did the number one thing that your best friend (or significant other) was famous for

Something that was instantly recognizable

Making the crowd go wild

And the person you’re referencing grin from ear to ear

Kenny Omega

Get better king

Proud is an understatement

MOTHAFUCKA IS PRIDEFUL

Especially with how he’s out of action rn

He’s happy that that someone is keeping his memory present in the wrestling world

As soon as you hit the V-Trigger

A smile is on his face and his jumping up and down in his seat

Will not have any critiques for you

I think you would be the only person he gives blessing to full on adopt it

Especially after he see how’s the audience reacts to you doing it

Puts up instagram and twitter posts stating how proud and amazed he is of you

Will not hesitant to put those marks and trolls in their place

Hook

The smirk on his face would widened at what he was watching

He was so proud of you doing his submission the Redrum

Wouldn’t run wild or anything but anyone can see that he is so happy that you used his move

He would tease you as you come backstage

“Personally, you could have squeezed harder”

Will post about it with no captions

I find him wanting to do a tag match where both of you can do it at the same time

Get ready for Hook to do your move and or taunt in the next singles match he’s in

Just as a little nod or hint of acknowledgement

But be careful cause he’s competitive and wants to see who can do it better

Dante Martin

REMEMBER THAT SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT HE USED TO DO ALL THE TIME

Yeah you do it

People were even amazed that you can move like that

Cause you don’t like flying

When he sees it, he immediately geeks out

“DID YOU SEE IT? HUH? THEY’RE AMAZING!”

I think he would spam on his instagram stories with videos of you doing and people’s reactions

The same night he would do your finisher to end the match

Would def tease you about it as if he was not running around screaming OMG

“Tbh, I had more height to my moonsault”

Daniel Garcia

THE DANCE

OMG THE DANCE

He is grinning ear to ear as he hears the crowd grow in cheers and excitement

Cause tbh you saw it as an idiotic move

But it makes him happy to know that he has your blessing

Would make you film a Tik Tok or reel with him while doing it

Tbh I can see him with a t-shirt of you doing it

Will now brag to his friends and ask you to “do the thing” like a proud person

Tbh will get jealous when fans say that you do it better than him

Then he forbids you from doing it

“I can’t have the student surpassing the teacher”

Samoa Joe

Once he sees you do the Muscle Buster once, he smirks but he acts like’s not proud

“Well, that was great for an amateur…”

Gives you tips about how to make it more impactful

Makes you join forces with him (almost think Athena and Billie Starks)

“Now you are ready to be a cold blooded killer…*looks at you skipping down the hall*…after some more sessions”

After you master the Muscle Buster, he makes you practice the Coquina Clutch

Once you master both, he’ll say that you are now ready for the dark side

Hates how you seem to do his finishers more seamlessly

OOOO

DON’T LET HIM SEE YOU DO THE WALK AWAY SPOT

THAT IS STRICTLY OFF LIMITS

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagines #daniel garcia #daniel garcia x reader #aew hook #aew hook imagine #aew hook x reader #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #samoa joe #samoa joe imagine #samoa joe x reader #aew dante martin #dante martin imagine #dante martin x reader

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anotherplumbob · 10 months

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So...did I miss anything?

It’s been...what? Like 1 year (and 8 months and 15 days but who’s counting)? Since I just left and moved everything to Twitter....And now, I’m considering coming back here -my first online home- because Twitter (sorry, “X”) has since then been purchased by a Billionaire Toddler-Man who’s actively trying to ruin it and being there everyday fills me with this deep aching sense of dread.

So...long story short. I may be undusting this place a little bit. And also may be spamming (yes, it may get intense) the last few generations (3 but who’s counting) of my Lacey Legacy here so that the archive is all in the same place. If you’re not interested - or have already read- I’d reccomend you unfollow or block the tag #laceyspam which I’ll use for all these “archive” posts.

So...did I miss anything? :D

tl;dr: I am back and will probably spam 3 generations worth of Lacey content for the next few weeks.Unfollow or block the tag #laceyspam if you don’t want your timeline affected by this!!

#I'm back I guess #whats 2 years

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tango-but-everywhere · 3 months

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New pinned time :3

Welcome to Tango But Everywhere! I post pictures of TangoTek on occasion.

I’ll also do tango in locations he shouldn’t be when i feel like it/get requests for it :D

I don’t really have a schedule, I post on days when I want to, but I usually post at 9pm Australian Eastern Standard Time. Because that’s my timezone, and that’s one of the few times that’s almost a good time to post for everyone. It’s like 11am GMT or something. 6am EST. I’m so sorry to the PST inhabiters and the Kiwis. But if you move that around a little for daylight savings on occasion, and that’s the closest thing you have to a schedule.

The tags on every Tango post will include #tango but everywhere. If it’s a tango where he shouldn’t be, it’s #tango where he shouldn’t be. If it’s a tango-free post, something that involves something else, it’ll be tagged with #not tango. I stay within the realms of Tango but I’m physically incapable of staying completely on-topic. If you’re looking for a clip, #tango clip. If you’re looking for a specific series, I have #hermitcraft, #trafficblr, #create squad, and #non minecraft tango. If you’re looking for a specific hermitcraft season, they’re all tagged as ‘hc[number]’, for example hermitcraft 10 would be tagged #hc10. I have a lot more tags than this but we will be here forever if we go through all that. I’m not going to spam the tags but tags unique to this blog will be available to click on in the tags of this post!

I also did a Tango skin tournament - I actually wrote this post while the finals are still going, but it’ll be over by the time you’re reading this. If you want to see the results, here’s the masterpost!

Spam reblogs are encouraged! Asks, submissions, and dms are always open! I love all of that. And I’m not scary. I literally just post pictures of a minecraft man sometimes.

As for me - I’m not Tango. I’m @chambers003 . But this isn’t my main, it’s a gimmick blog, so call me whatever. Any pronouns are fine but I prefer the gender neutral ones like they/it. I’m also an adult, apparently. Some people like to know that one.

Thanks for reading, have fun, watch Tango.

#not tango #pinned post #get started here!! ->#tango but everywhere #tango where he shouldn’t be #tango ask #tango clip #submitted tango #for the skin tournament ->#tangotektournament

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quinnhills · 1 year

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Good to know you're feeling welcome! :D this is our little place in the internet, and we've decided to make it trans and gay as hell (n i gotta say, i did think "they-them gang! :o" when i found out you started using they/them too a while ago X3 ) n if you received this ask more than once, my tumblr bugged out before i could finish, sorry (。_。)

anyways, and sorry if this is long, but Woe- More Tumblr Things Be Upon Ye:

there used to not be an image limit before, causing a few- interesting posts… tho that changed a few years ago and recently, at first the limit being 10 images per post to now 30 images per post (you can also move the images around a bit)

if you plan on staying long term on tumblr and use desktop the most, i recommend getting the browser extensions Xkit &/or New Xkit cuz… yeah, tumblr is pretty nice, but it sometimes gets hard to use. it also adds extra useful things to the tumblr experience, which is nice to have. i'd say tumblr is like living in a cheap apartment in a calm area of the city. the place's great for what it is, just gotta be sure to leave rat traps near holes and dont worry about the Beast down the hall,

speaking of rats, we got an infestation. you may or may not have heard of it with the voter fraudage going with the polls a bit ago; since tumblr has little to No email verification, people outside tumblr buy bots to get in here and start posting malicious links. tho the bots are surprisingly easy to identify (often times blank blogs with very weird descriptions + stolen picture of lady or ai generated. you'll know it when you see it), and the protocol here is block and report spam so staff can deal with it

and btw if you want to keep a post for as long as your blog stands, i recommend rebloggin! thanks to how tumblr is build as, even if the original post or that blog is gone, the reblog will stay with you (+ tags on reblogs dont really make a post expand outside of your own blog, so many use this to create Very intricate personal tag systems to make easier finding posts, bc once a blog gets 1k+ post in it, it gets hard finding anything on it... <- knows this from experience u.u)

oh and last thing before i go again (and something i found out recently), another browser extension ive been loving: Stylus! with it you can customize a ton of sites to your liking And with a specific style found in the archive of this extension, you can change how the dashboard looks! even changing the background to any image you might want :D

so yeah, thats it, for now. i got more info if you want it, just lmk 👉👈

and you probably already noticed this, but there isnt really any word limit for posts or asks around these lands. tho on tags, the character limit on a single tag is 139. but you can put a Lot of tags, so there! be free mx quinn, no character limit holds you down no more ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Thank you so much for the knowledge!

Some Quinn Facts:

Mx., Ms. and Miss are all acceptable :)

I use “gay as hell” as a sort of tongue-in-cheek shorthand, but I also identify as trans as hell, queer as hell, non-binary as hell, lesbian as hell, and anxious/depressive as hell

I’m a vegetarian

My favorite food is pineapple pizza (controversial, I know)

For a few years in the early 2000s, I was a licensed auctioneer

The most times I’ve ever cried during a movie is 5 times during Happiest Season

I like the idea of books, but I’m bad at reading them

Overalls give me gender euphoria, and I don’t know why

I hope to release a solo album within the next year

I hope to direct a feature-length film by the time I’m 40

Coming out was the best thing I ever did

#i am now testing the one hundred and thirty-nine character limit of the tagging system—not because I don’t believe you but because this just #is how my brain works #limit reached #test complete #thank you

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cinna-bunnie · 3 days

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I saw your post about wanting to torture someone with tickles. Hope I'm not stepping over the line to say hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii about it

you're not but i was talking about irl 🫡

also bc i don't really talk about it ig, the secret to whether I'm receptive/flirty/etc with you (generally, not you specifically, this is a turn and talk at the audience moment) is i will leave you little earnest love notes in the tags of your selfies when i reblog them.

don't post face? ❌ not interested

do but i never interact? ❌ not interested

like... a girl just likes to be open about what she's thinking and i love giving compliments just bc and do it all the time both on and offline, so there's def not any expectations w my tags, but they can also be taken as a tiny bow of courtship u can choose to act on or not 🙇🏾‍♀️

i know other ppl are very into anons or just hitting it off with anybody or whatever but i think that like. For Me, the ideal interaction is we both rb each other with some nice tags - showing and reciprocating in a very non-committal/no expectations kinda way, and after seeing that it's mutual then sure go for it 👍🏾

i love sharing audio sometimes and tbh might start moving nudes/lewds back to more private channels bc i forgot How Many People you have to block after posting them lmaoo.

🫵🏾 but i do appreciate tags being left for me and tbh sometimes i miss that accounts that usually post their body also Do share their face and they're very hot and i feel very silly for missing it ಠ⁠ᴥ⁠ಠ ♡⁠ hi oomfies sorry for being late to the party but it's good to be here.

anyways. i like this more subtle/non-committal kind of acknowledgement first, bc if i get asks or DMs i either have to ignore it or tell people I'm not attracted to them which is always really awkward 😶‍🌫️ especially for people I've never even talked to before, or people who take the tiniest bit of very simple acknowledgement and flood my DMs over everything.

which again, compliments are fine, but like.. a Talk To Me mindset bundled with it is imposing u guys 👉🏾👈🏾 just bc someone is cute doesn't mean they have to talk to u, just bc they say thank u to an unsolicited DM doesn't mean they want u to send a dozen more. without even getting a response to any of them too.... 🥸

I'm just kinda here to have fun and i like sharing myself and my thoughts to different degrees but none of it is rly an open invitation or a request. just keep it in the tags pls. tags r what usually pique my interest anyhow!! i like people who got something to say 🙇🏾‍♀️

i want to reemphasize this is a very general message and not at u specifically, there r other asks in my inbox and other persistent ppl who have been blocked over spamming my DMs, and this feels too nuanced and specific to add to my already long and kind of annoyed sounding (bc it is 💀) pinned. so yeah!!!!! i did get a lot of new followers recently so it's a good time for a periodic reminder

#i don't think I've gone more in detail before than just saying i don't flirt back with faceless accounts so 🫡#🥸 this is how my brain works on here and my silence is an answer not a mistake. if i was interested you'd know.#and the best way to find out is to keep ur flattery in the tags and out of my inbox/DMs. DMs r for ppl who made the cut #and friends :3c but I'm not attracted to all my friends like that. you would know (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

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sadthixx · 9 months

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other blogs i have at the moment

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Ask blog for Kai @askkaiblog (pinned post shows info)

One shot stories by me (or for your requests/submissions) @storyarea (pinned post shows info)

Photo blog of my little Kaito nuis! - @wakaikaitonui

Ask Robo Kaito! - @askrobokaito

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info about my sona

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Appearance:

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Name: Murasaki Uta (Mura for short.)

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Age: same as me (19)

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Pronouns: they/them

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Backstory: They were genetically made as an experiment for music hypnosis, and raised by their two android brothers Artemis and Aramis. The company heads that did the experiments particularly didn't take care of them well... but since they escaped the laboratory and discovered the real world with their newly reprogrammed brothers, it's up to Mura and their brothers to survive in reality.

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Character traits:

- They usually don't show any emotions or their full look to anyone except those who they trust the most. It's a rare occurrence when they do show their emotions, but they never show their full face.

- Mura tends to speak and act formally around strangers, even during casual conversations. They get bewildered when they're told to let their guard down and relax, since they don't know what it's like to be casual with someone.

- Mura gets really curious about what it's like to live normally, since they just know how to cook and clean like any average person. Sometimes their curiosity is seen as... just strange.

- They practically have super hearing, but as a result they have tinnitus. This means they can hear androids move, even the quietest motors can be heard. They get overwhelmed when they hear too much noise, and would seclude themself from anyone until they calm down.

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info about me

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you can call me sad, thixx, or sadthixx, whatever feels comfy for you. my pronouns are he/they and i'm currently 19. i absolutely love Kaito, cats, playing video games, robots, dolls, and making crochet/sewn plushies. wholesome stuff is my specialty :)

You're more than welcome to draw Mura in your comics, art, anything you want! Please keep it SFW and tag me when they're featured, I love seeing art of my OC sona!! And thank you so much for drawing them if you did, it really makes my day!! :D

i'm always open to asks, i'll try to answer you as soon as i can so sorry if it takes too long (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

also please spam Kaito in my inbox-

anonymous asks are treated as normal asks!

#side blogs #ask kai ooc posts go here and marked as #askkaiooc #also info about my sona #and a bit about myself irl

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findroleplay · 11 months

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Hello everyone! I’m a 24, female writer here to ask for some 18+ writing partners as I do not interact with minors! As for what I’m looking for today, I would love to write some original roleplays! I have a few writing rules and stipulations but really, it’s nothing too much. I’ll get into those with you really quickly and then we’ll get to the types of plots I’m after!

Okay, here are my few stipulations.

1.) Please have a decent grasp of literacy, no text talk in the roleplay (unless it is a literal text between our characters) such as u, urs, tho, thru, y, r, etc.

2.) Please do NOT force me to write NSFW if I am not feeling it at that moment. I won’t expect you to either if you are absolutely not feeling it. We can always fade to black moment and then move the plot forward from there. This is not to say I won’t welcome NSFW, just don’t want it to be a big part of the plot.

3.) Please do not control my character, we have our own respective characters to add to the story, you control yours and I control mine. If there’s anything you want to have my character do, talk to me! We can happily work through the plot that way with little to no resistance.

4.) Please don’t try to get me to change my characters. (this has happened to me far more than I care to admit to)

5.) Note that I have a busy work schedule. I cannot always do rapid fire, please just be patient with me! I always try to get out at least one post a day. Sometimes it doesn’t always work that way. If I haven’t posted or communicated in two or three days, please reach out to me!

6.) Realistic faceclaims only please!

7.) MXF ONLY! i would prefer the female role! this is nothing against other pairings, but this is what i want for these plots.

As for rules, that’s about all I have! I love to fangirl over my writes, I will literally spam you with playlists, headcanons, all of it. I love to love every piece of our story. I will literally be the biggest fangirl that you have ever seen. I am an avid lover of fantasy, horror, romance, fluff, angst, drama, hurt, comfort. Literally give me all of it! That being said, I cannot write a slow burn to save my life, I tend to get just a little bit too impatient for them. I prefer medium to fast pace in the way of romance.

Now onto what I am looking for in terms of plot. I’m just gonna list a general basis of my ideas and we can sort through options together!

1.) Something having to do with medieval fantasy! I have been so all about fantasy lately. We can definitely collaborate here.

2.) Best friends to lovers but make it so angsty. Whether it’s unrequited love, trauma, or other things, I want something here that’s gonna make me want to ugly cry over these guys.

DISCORD PREFERRED!

tag is: corpsese

thank you!

ALSO! if you have messaged me before about plotting, PLEASE reach back out! i’ve had some big health issues and some other family issues that have kept me busy and i am so sorry!

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #mxf rp

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klaineownsmysoul · 2 years

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I don't think I've seen a more unnecessary post than that one... On a night that should have been all about him coz he worked hard and wrote a song and rehearsed and performed a show and then hosted tony part 1 and then the after party pray tell when the spam of her pics??!!!??? Sorry my bad i keep forgetting she's the real star .. like aw who always remembers ans tags her but D? Whos D??!

The fact that it randomly showed up 5 days later makes it feel like a sad afterthought, like someone (can't quite put my finger on who) wanted to remind all of us that she was there too. There have been so many posts since Sunday of D singing and playing the drums and piano and just generally having a fantastic time with people who are actually his peers...posts that don't include the little wifey. Unless you count her standing at the side having no idea what to do with herself or trying to poke her head in along with his shitty useless manager? My guess is she was feeling left out and ignored and so we got the patented pic spam because nothing - absolutely nothing - is allowed to be just D’s anymore. I was actually surprised that we didn’t get our usual bts Tony prep pic on Sunday. I kept anticipating that: her stans need to coo over her outfit and declare her the most glorious creature to ever walk the earth. And oh yes, D’s there too and he looks fine. Not as good as her of course, but who does? What a lucky guy that he gets to accompany her to an event like this, because a celebration of the Broadway community would absolutely want to be sure that an unemployed nobody who has never and will never perform on a Broadway stage is there and that she brings along her spouse...who has the creds along with actual talent and work ethic to warrant a ticket. I also think its pretty telling that the only people who did post pics of her on Sunday were his manager and his stylist - because pushing this narrative will always come before everything else. D couldn’t be bothered with including her until almost a week later. At this point, why even bother...unless someone threw a tantrum and demanded her rightful promotion?

Anytime there’s something in his life that should be his or celebrating an achievement of his, its always tempered with an overabundance of her and them and its such an obvious move at this point you can practically count on it. Think of all the career moments he’s had over the last 4 years and how every single time, there has always been an attempt to overshadow them with some m/iarren bullshit. She’s a user, plain and simple. She benefits from all his hard work while he gets nothing. Anytime you hear one of those blinds, its always something that paints him in a bad light and you know (you know) that if they ever break up, it will be sold as 100% his fault and she will be the innocent victim.

She’s such a classless pathetically needy individual and sometimes I look at D and I look at her and wonder how the fuck we ended up here. If having a baby hasn’t matured her any, I doubt anything ever will.

#I long for him to have a partner who actually does love and respect him #not someone who mouths the words on a red carpet as part of an act #anonymous

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mak0to · 2 years

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Hellooo! Guess who's back

Alright, you probably didn't notice I was gone because I had a lot of stuff on queue but I actually wasn't here here. I've been really really busy this semester, a lot going on! New job(s), campaigning for a new student representative charge at uni, internship, lots of exams, new friends, parents divorcing so I'm probably moving soon, new get-used-to-being-outside-again, new I'm-not-that-depressed-now (yay), new maybe-i-do-like-my-career-after-all, new projects and goals! (Writing everything down I realized that it's been a lot, but I'm doing fine).

All of that made me distance myself from this hellsite (affectionate) due to my lack of time (and my poor ability to organize my time), I have no idea what I'm posting anymore, I had a lot on queue so Tumblr is still posting for me, which is kinda the idea I guess but there were things going on here? And I didn't notice? (I was tagged on some posts but haven't responded to it YET) I'm trying to catch up with all this stuff. My tagging system went to hell too and everything is messy (that kinda bothers me but don't think I'll find the time to fix it).

What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply to posts or messages! I'm catching up little by little! I miss being here and being surrounded by mutuals and having our little interactions!

I like telling you what I've been up to, you guys are important to me so I like being clear, now that I've found the time to do it :-) I'm still studying for finals so I'll be around in my breaks from studying (sorry if I spam you with lots of reblogs, I've missed a lot of good content).

Ugh, this became a long post, so the short version is: I'm here again, I was busy adulting but I'm catching up with everything as soon as I can! (sooner than later, hopefully).

#mak0to said something #too much text

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polikszena · 1 year

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Ficlet Advent Calendar 2022 - December 1

I know I’m starting this with a delay, but last Sunday we presented our sketch show, so I was preparing for it during the entire weekend, and now I’m catching up with myself. At least the show went very well. :)

Title: The letter Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Mary Crawley, Cora Crawley Word Count: 827 Rating: Teen and up audiences Summary: After her divorce, Lady Mary Crawley isn't looking forward Christmas this year, but then she receives mysterious letter on the 1st of December. Notes: Sets after Downton Abbey: A New Era, based on that headcanon of mine that after getting fed up with Henry’s absence, Mary decides to end their marriage as it does not seem to work anymore. Also, I decided to post the chapters separately, because it’s easier to tag them that way, so apologies for the spam.

December 1 - The letter

Looking at the calendar, Lady Mary Crawley let out a sigh. Contrary to the previous years, she wasn’t looking forward to Christmas at all. She didn’t feel the slightest excitement to think about the enormous tree in the hall or her children’s face when they would see it or when they would rip the paper off their presents. The only thing she felt was a slight annoyance and exhaust.

Having the whole family around, including Edith, parading around the house, showing off her perfect marriage, the Bransons, Aunt Rosamund, then Isobel, and all would be very-very sorry for her and would lament Henry’s absence. (Not that he was home during Christmas in the last few years.) On the top of that, Papa invited the Marquis of Montmirail as well, his almost-brother, which meant more people to pity her. And that was the last thing Mary needed right now.

No-one said divorce would be a piece of cake, she knew that, but she wasn’t expecting it to be this this hard. Even though it was much easier to obtain it, society still wasn’t prepared for people deciding to end a marriage that wasn’t working anymore. Especially women. Ever since she had stopped being Lady Mary Talbot, the invitations to dinner parties, balls or other social events became more and more rare, and whenever she hosted something, only half of the invitees came, or not even half of them. Sometimes people invited Mama and Papa, but not her. It was humiliating.

Not only she wasn’t good enough for Herny to choose her over race cars, but she wasn’t good enough for the high society either. All because she had got fed up with her husband’s absence. Wasn’t marriage about being there for each other? It certainly wasn’t about him being away on some car race while Tom was getting married or Granny passing away. This was even worse than the times when Edith wrote that horrible letter to the Turkish Embassy. But this time it was only a divorce! Nobody died! Being rejected by both Henry and society was too much to bear.

When she entered the drawing room that morning, she found her mother holding a letter. Mary felt the urge to turn around and walk away. She didn’t want to know about another event she wasn’t invited to.

“Mary darling, this is for you,” Cora handed her the green envelope, and she raised a brow as she wasn’t expecting a letter from anyone. She couldn’t even recognise the handwriting on it.

“Thank you, Mama,” she said, sitting down on the armchair, then she opened the letter.

Dear Lady Mary,

I received the news about your marriage, and I have to admit, it surprised me. But I’m not here to gloat, or to pity you. I happen to know that divorce is not easy, especially not for a woman, but I also know how strong and brave you are, and if anyone can go through it with her head held high, it’s you.

What is this about? Mary wondered. Does this person think I need a lawyer? I already have one!

It takes a lot of courage to get out of a marriage – been there, done that -, and even the strongest need some encouragement, a few good words, a little bit of fun to ease the pain of the divorce and help you move on. And this is why I’m writing these letters to you. This is the first one of the twenty-four you will be receiving from me until Christmas. This will be my present to you. However, I will not tell you who I am until then, because I don’t want you to think I’m doing this because I have an agenda. I just want to cheer you up a little, just to make these times a little more bearable. I’m looking forward to writing all these letters to you; tomorrow you will receive the second one.

Until then I remain, yours sincerely, Christmas Ghost

When Mary put down the letter, she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t even sure if that anonymous Christmas Ghost was serious. Perhaps the whole thing was just a joke. Still, the idea of someone writing twenty-four letters to her just to cheer her up warmed her heart, making her wonder who that might be. Someone from the estate? Anna, maybe? But why would she do such thing, seeing her every day? Could it be Tom and Lucy? That would make sense, she thought to herself. But how would they know what a divorce could feel like?

“Who wrote to you?” Cora asked.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t say,” Mary replied. “I either have an anonymous friend or the whole thing is just a joke. Probably it’s the latter,” she added with a small shrug.

However, next morning she felt genuine excitement when she saw a green envelope on the tray when Greg the footman brought in the post.

(Read it on AO3)

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muniimyg · 3 years

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— 05 | not me 🖊

series masterlist | no tag list

a/n: i missed writing casual!jk + oc moments tbh :’) lmk what you guys think of them atm !!!

It didn’t take much time before your phone began to blow up with messages from the boys. Jimin sent paragraphs apologizing for his choice of words and implications, while his partner in crime sent you a simple “soz.” The others were spamming the group chat just to get you to check it. Their objective was for you to seenzone them. At least that way, they’d know that they annoyed you enough to respond to them in a sense. Everyone but Jungkook spoke up.

Instead, Jungkook showed up.

He had left to go to the gym and insisted on getting his laptop charger himself. He needed to do his laundry anyway, he had class in the late afternoon anyway, he didn’t pack enough protein powder anyway. Changing the plans privately with the guys, he hastily kissed your cheeks goodbye and asked you to miss him. To which, you rolled your eyes and pushed him out the door.

You aren’t sure why, but here you are again. Watching him step in your newly furnished apartment with a familiar overnight bag in all of his glory. He closes the door behind him and pouts at the sight of you.

“Honey, I’m home,” he jokes, completely unaware of how it made your heart flutter. “Also, you still have a phone right? You weren’t texting the group chat and they’re all worried. Asked me to pick you up and bring you over there so Jimin and Taehyung could get on their knees beg for forgiveness. Why?”

He’s clueless.

Cute, but clueless.

“I’m not mad.” Your reply is too instant. Your arms are crossed and voice drips with annoyance.

“You’re upset.”

“And if I am?”

He sets his bag down with a chuckle. Jungkook walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. A little surprised, you take a step back and he instantly takes a step forward to close whatever existing space was in-between you two. You’re backed up against the bookshelf you two built together, and he’s pulling your body closer to his. He dips his head low to level with you and fuck. You swear you can see stars in his eyes. Something about the way his actions are so swift and shameless makes you want to scream in frustration and in excitement. His hair is a little damp, probably from his post workout shower and he smells good. God, does he smell good. His scent fills your heart with comfort, the same way his touch does. He’s looking at you, really looking at you, and it feels exactly how you fear it would.

“I don’t know what Jimin or Taehyung said, but I know they’re sorry. It’s not an excuse, but yeah. We’re dumb fuckboys, right? That’s what you call us,” he pauses and presses his lips against the crook of your neck. A sloppy peck and a few giggles later, he continues. You’re trying your best to focus, but the feeling of his lips against your skin begins to drive you insane. “But me? I have brains. I told them you probably just want space. I know how you are.”

He smiles proudly, and you find yourself pinching his cheeks with a mocking gasp.

“Space, huh?” you bite, “why’d you pack an overnight bag, bunny? A little clingy, are we?”

Bunny.

God, could Jungkook literally bust a nut from just the way you call him that. Nothing was as sweet as you, not even honey.

“Space from them. Not me,” he kisses your neck, a little behind your ear, and then the corner of your lips. “Never from me, okay?”

You pull away from him and give him a look. One that he knows too well and has come to become quite fond of. Eyebrows furrowed, head tilted, with your perfectly shaped lips in a slight pout, and eyes filled with so much confusion. You looked dumbfounded, but he adores it. He always does.

“What? You didn’t miss me?” Jungkook steps away, acting offended as he jumps into his own conclusions. He turns away for dramatic effect and quickly peaks over his shoulder to see if you’re paying attention. Of course you’re paying attention. You laugh, playfully hit his shoulder and he moves into your embrace rather quickly.

“Yeah,” you admit, as you lift your hand and fix the strands of hair that fell and covered his eyes. “I missed you.”

Then Jungkook smiles, completely satisfied with the way you let him in. He likes being this close to you and knowing that it’s just for him. Jungkook feels secure in these kinds of moments shared between you two. Even if it was just for a moment, you were just for him.

That night, you promise him that you’ll make up with the guys first thing tomorrow. He gladly raises his pinky at the sound of your promise and begins to tell you about his day. As you fall asleep cuddled up to Jungkook on your couch, Infinity War playing in the background, you can’t help but feel a little confident in who you were investing yourself in.

Fuckboy or not, a good part of you can’t help but wait for the time you could rub it to Jimin and Taehyung’s face that Jungkook isn’t like the rest of them. At least, not with you.

Yet, another part of you also couldn’t help but feel anxious and terrified of looking stupid. Jimin and Taehyung know Jungkook best, what if they’re right? And if they are, what are you to Jungkook? It’s a difficult position to be stuck in, but Jungkook is truly gifted in making you feel the way you do. Like the world belongs to you and you to him. Like it’s always been him and this is finally the slow reveal of the plot twist — that if Jungkook is tripping over his own feet; it’s definitely not because he is trying to run away from you.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook f2l #jungkook fuckboy #bts fic #bts fake texts

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nethercomfies · 2 years

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✨But Baby, you're so good✨

Pairing: Albedo x Reader

Content: nsfw, gn!reader, thigh riding, use of nicknames (love, baby), dom!Albedo (might come off as a bit mean/condescending at times), established relationship

Word count: 1k

Note: I think I was a little too enthusiastic when I just created this account and Tumblr thought I'm a spam account or something… whoops. Anyway, I'm reposting this, hoping that Tumblr stopped hiding my posts from the tags now lmao

"If you keep moving around like that, you might actually make me spill something", Albedo scolds you. His voice is as calm as ever, only a subtle edge revealing his frustration with you.

It's a surprise you're even able to pick up on that, out of all things, given how far gone you are already. You barely manage to take in your surroundings anymore - There's nothing on your mind but Albedo. The faint smell of cecilias mixed with fresh air of a winter's day, the comfortable warmth of his body, the soft tickle of his hair against your cheek as you're lumped over his shoulder, and now - the low rumble of his chest as he speaks with that calm voice of his. And, above everything else, the pure bliss you feel from rubbing yourself against his thighs in a constant back and forth.

His warning already all but forgotten, you pick up your pace, grinding harder against him now, a low moan escaping as you feel the familiar slick wetness gather in your underwear.

Albedo chuckles - the sound of which sends you off into another high - then places a firm hand on your hip, forcing you to stop. You let out a needy whimper at the sudden loss of friction, to which he responds with a click of his tongue. "Now, what did I say, love? You wouldn't want to ruin this experiment for me, would you?" You just whine, trying to push against him to let you move again... But Albedo won't budge.

You hear the snapping of Albedo's fingers - A signal you're quite familiar with by now. You lift yourself off from his shoulder just enough to give him a dazed look. His expression remains neutral as he gazes back at you, blue eyes so intense that you feel them burn into your skin. But he doesn't talk, and through your haze you remember - You have to face him properly. So, you adjust your position, now sitting upright on Albedo's lap, your hands resting against his chest. He looks a little more pleased after that, you think. Until he speaks, that is, and his tone cuts sharp as a knife, the edge no longer subtle. "I've told you to stay still for me, haven't I?"

You quickly nod, not daring to speak.

He hums at your answer. "Then please, enlighten me - Why are you moving around so much, love?"

You try your best to look apologetic, drawing your lips into a pout. "Sorry", you mumble, "you just felt so good." Surely Albedo, your sweet, sweet Albedo, would understand that, no?

He sighs, shaking his head a little. "My thighs feel so good that you just can't control yourself, huh?" You nod enthusiastically. He cups your cheek, the gentle touch enough to make you feel like you're bursting out of your skin. His lips ghost across yours, moving on to your jaw before you manage to capture them in a kiss. They make their way up towards your ear, letting you feel barely more than a hot breath on your skin, before he whispers in a low voice. "If I let you get yourself off on me, are you gonna be good and stay still afterwards?"

"Yes, I'll be good for you" you cry out in relief at the prospect of finally getting what you want - need - so desperately.

"Well then." Albedo motions for you to get up. You whine in protest, not wanting to part from him even for a second. He gives you a stern look. "Come on now, baby. Do as I say, otherwhise you'll have to take care of this on your own." From the tone in his voice you can tell he's serious, so you begrudgingly get up, standing in front of him.

"There we go", he mumbles, "I knew you'd be able to listen to me." Albedo's hands glide down your waist, fingers hooking into the band of your pants. He pulls them off just enough for you to comfortably fit back on his thigh, your underwear following shortly after. Then, a steady hand guides you back onto his lap. You're now fully exposed, feeling the friction of fabric from Albedo's own pants against yourself - It's by far not as pleasant as the feeling of his bare, soft thighs, but if you start getting greedy now, he might actually throw you out of the lab to take care of yourself. So, you take what he's willing to give you, starting to desperately rut against him once more.

Albedo sits back in his chair, hands resting on your hips, his grip just loose enough for you to set your own pace. He watches your every movement with that intense gaze of his as you pool onto his leg, dampening the fabric.

"Look at how needy you are for me", he comments, his voice back to its usual calm tone, "making such a mess of us both." You only whine louder, picking up your pace.

He leans forward, breath hot against your ear. "Let me help you a little… I've still got an experiment to finish, after all." With that, he starts leaving a trail of kisses, bites and licks all over your neck, driving you further towards the edge. You grab onto him, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. You're already so close that all it takes is for Albedo to let his hand wander between your legs, skilled fingers rubbing against you in just the right way. You cum with a loud cry of his name, making an even bigger mess underneath you than before.

Exhausted, you slump against Albedo, panting heavily. You can feel him press a few gentle kisses against your neck, whispering praises that your hazy mind can barely process. He pulls you closer against his chest, enough to comfortably lean over you to continue working. "You've been so good for me", he says, hand rubbing your back, "I think, you deserve a reward for that. Once I'm done here, I promise I'll take care of you properly."

Thanks so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated, but don't feel obligated to ^^

#CEO of appreciating Albedo's thighs #written within like 2 hours #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo x gn!reader #albedo #genshin albedo #albedo genshin impact #genshin impact #lemon #genshin x reader lemon #albedo x reader lemon

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snelbz · 3 years

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 9}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz

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A/N: SURPRISE. Enjoy this chapter a day early. I had my days wrong and legit thought it was Thursday, but since it was ready…. Y’all get to enjoy the spoils of my frazzled brain. 😘

Nesta waited with Nyx in the waiting room of the pediatric office.

His rash didn’t seem to be bothering him much, but she wanted to get ahead of it before it became a problem. He was absolutely enamored with the TV playing a bright children’s show in the corner, and Nesta couldn’t help but smile down at him as she checked her email.

The usual stuff greeted her, some open catering order invoices for the restaurant, a few wayward resumes from high school kids that had managed to get her personal email, and, of course, spam.

“Nyx?”

Nesta’s head shot up, and Nyx began looking around, wondering who had called his name. Nesta was instantly on her feet, pushing Nyx’s stroller toward the door that the nurse held open.

She smiled. “Hello, Nyx.”

Nyx babbled in greeting.

The nurse chuckled. “Such a cute little guy. You’re Nesta, I assume?”

“I am,” Nesta confirmed. “I’ve not been here before. It’s a nice office.”

The small talk went on. Nesta had never been a fan of small talk, of polite pleasantries.

It just made her feel awkward.

Nyx didn’t seem to mind. He just kept babbling and babbling and babbling, without a care in the world.

The nurse led them into a room and she checked Nyx’s height and weight before telling them that the doctor would be there shortly.

Nesta had picked Nyx up, looking around at all the educational posters on the walls, when a quick knock sounded on the door and a man cracked open the door.

Nesta blinked once as he stepped inside, not expecting the tall, muscled man that appeared in front of her.

“You must be Nesta,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Dr. Kamaras.”

This man was Nyx’s pediatrician? She had known that Nyx’s doctor was male, Feyre had mentioned him in some stories a few times, but Nesta had always pictured an elderly man.

Not this sculpted, handsome man, who could easily graced the cover of one of the ridiculous smutty books she kept well hidden in her bedroom.

She shook his hand, finally remembering how to speak. “Yes, I am, it’s nice to meet you.”

Very nice to meet you, she added in her head.

His face sombered. “I was very sorry to hear about Rhys and Feyre. They were great people.”

And just like that, Nesta was back on earth, holding her sister’s son in her arms, standing where her sister should have been. She tried to keep her smiling from dimming, but she cleared her throat. “Thank you. It’s…been an adjustment.”

As if they both remembered why they were here, Dr. Karamas blinked and said, “Yes, Nyx, right. You told the nurse he has a rash of some sort?”

“It’s just a diaper rash but it seems to be getting infected,” Nesta explained. “I’ve tried a few different things but nothing seems to be working.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding. “Well, let’s take a look.”

Dr. Karamas took one glance and whistled. “Definitely infected. I’m going to give you a steroid cream. Put it on after every diaper change. It should clear up within the week.”

Nesta let loose a breath. “Oh, great, thank you.”

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

He had a nice smile.

He scribbled something down on his clipboard, signed it, and handed it to Nesta. “The number on the bottom is my office number. If you have any other concerns, no matter how small, give it a call.”

Nesta looked at Nyx’s prescription and the number that was beneath it, along with his name.

Balthazar Karamas.

“Thank you, Dr. Karamas,” Nesta said, and she meant it. She was still new at this, and every little medical thing concerned her.

If it wasn’t normal, she was freaking the fuck out.

“Bal, please,” he said, taking her hand again, shaking it. At the look on her face, he added, “I work with kids. They do better on a familiar name basis than with titles like doctor and mister.”

She nodded, smiling. “Bal, then.”

Nesta was getting Nyx resituated in his stroller in the waiting room, about to head back out into the bright sunlight, when she felt someone approach. She wasn’t expecting to find Balthazar standing a few feet away. She quickly checked the stroller, making sure she had her purse, the diaper bag, and, of course, Nyx himself. “Did I forget something?” She asked, finding everything exactly where it was supposed to be.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he said, pausing in front of her. “I just…can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”

It was strange, since Nesta felt the same way.

“You’re not Illyrian,” he said, and it wasn’t a question, nor was it rude. Just an assumption. She only knew of a few other Illyrians in the area, and Balthazar definitely had the same coloring as Cassian and Az. And Rhys used to have. She, pale skinned and blue eyed, certainly did not.

“I’m not,” she said, at last.

Bal chuckled.

That smile, yet again, had her toes curling.

“Interesting,” he said, that smile remaining. “Well, maybe we can figure out just where we’ve run into each other before...over lunch this weekend?”

Nesta blinked. A date?

“Not a date,” he said, quickly, reading her mind. “I would never ask the aunt of my patient on a date. That would be incredibly unprofessional.” Nesta laughed. “Just…two acquaintances figuring out where they were previously acquainted.”

“Lunch sounds nice,” Nesta said, unable to shake her own smile. “Saturday, then?”

“Saturday,” Bal agreed.

They set up a time and place and then Nesta was out the door.

Cassian’s day had been as long as it was the day before. It seemed that the teenagers visiting Velaris had gotten the message from their friends that Cassian’s bar was checking every single ID of every single drink that was ordered. So instead of being slammed and busy and frustrated the whole day, he had been bored out of his mind.

He’d gone through his inventory sheets twice, ordering anything they might remotely run out of in the next few weeks.

It didn’t help that Kallias had the day off, covering the evening shift tonight, leaving him alone with his thoughts all day.

And those thoughts constantly reminded him that he’d been an absolute dick to Nesta the night before.

As he drove home, he contemplated the apology he needed to make.

Although Cassian believed his intentions were typically good, apologizing wasn’t one of his strengths. He ran through what he’d say a hundred times, had come up with an unbearable amount of ways in which he could apologize, but everything he thought of wasn’t good enough.

He knew Nesta well enough to know when she would laugh in his face.

He’d come up with about fifteen different scenarios of how this could go by the time he pulled into the driveway, parking next to her little car. He took a deep breath before unlocking the front door and letting himself in.

The house was quiet, neither Nesta or Nyx were anywhere to be found. It was barely six-thirty, but he knew Nesta was taking Nyx to the doctor earlier in the day, which may have tired him out so thoroughly that he was already down for the night. A peek into his cracked bedroom door confirmed it, his little hand curled next his face as he slept.

When he finally tracked down Nesta, on the back patio, her feet propped up in a lounge chair, he definitely hadn’t expected to find her with a bottle of wine. Or what was left of it, at least.

The mostly empty bottle of wine sat next to the baby monitor.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence.

Nesta’s sigh was the only acknowledgement she showed.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

She shrugged and took a sip from her glass.

“Bad day?” He continued.

She shrugged again.

“Is this the silent treatment?” He asked.

“I assume you’d know,” she said.

Cassian began rubbing his temples. “Look, Nesta-.”

“I’m a little busy if you don’t mind,” she continued. “I prefer to relax alone.”

“This is my house, too,” he said, shutting the sliding door behind him as he made his way onto the patio. “What if I want to sit out here with you?”

“Then I’d suggest continuing the silence,” she said, not looking at him, her face tilting back up to the sky, where it had been when he’d come outside.

So he sat down on a nearby lounge chair, and didn’t say a word.

Or he tried, but he didn’t last five minutes. The words that had building inside him all day needed to come out. He’d rehearsed different things he wanted to say, with reasons for why he was such an asshole, and promises to try and be better from now on. But as he looked over at her, the starlight on her face, all he could get out was, “I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Nesta said nothing. “About?”

“The way I acted last night,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the lawn. “It was uncalled for, and I’m sorry.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, draining her glass.

Cassian’s eyes shot her direction. “I’m trying to apologize. You can at least accept my apology so we can move on.”

“Apologies mean nothing,” Nesta said, shrugging. “Words are meaningless.”

“Not mine,” Cassian argued. “I mean what I say.”

“Then you meant what you said last night?” Nesta pushed.

Cassian’s lips snapped shut and his jaw hardened. “No.”

“So, you’re a liar, then?” Nesta asked.

He groaned in frustration. “You’re infuriating.”

She didn’t deign to reply to that.

He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I was an asshole last night. I was…embarrassed about how you found me the night before. I don’t… I don’t like to be seen like that.” He paused, but then he held a hand out in between them. “Not- not that that happens often. I mean, I don’t make a habit of having emotional breakdowns.”

She didn’t say anything. Just stared at him.

He cleared his throat again, remembering little things he had felt badly about through the day. “Nesta, I’m sorry I acted like an ass. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate the dinner you made me. I was rude as hell and you did nothing to deserve it.”

After a second, she glanced away, out over the pool. He figured she wasn’t going to reply, and he stood, heading back for the back door.

He had slid the door open and was halfway inside when she said, “If you’re hungry, I made lasagna for dinner. It should still be warm on the stove.”

He turned back and found a hint of a smile on her face. “Thanks, Nes.”

A continuation of his apology, Cassian had told Nesta he'd be on baby duty for the rest of the night, waking Nyx up for his bottle, granting her leave to do whatever she wanted. She elected to finish off the bottle of wine, open another, and relax in the bathtub with a book.

The book of choice was definitely not appropriate to read in front of Nyx.

Or Cassian, for that matter.

She had appreciated his apology, even though a part of her still wanted to be pissed. There were very few things that agitated her more than male bravado, and Cassian was the spitting image of it. Embarrassed because he was emotional? Please. Get the fuck over it.

Then again, she could say that all day, but in honesty, if the positions were reversed, she would have reacted very, very similarly.

If not worse.

Nesta had always felt too much, far more than either of her sisters. It wasn’t like they were robots, of course. Elain had a bigger heart than anyone Nesta had ever known, and Feyre had been a light to be around.

But, Nesta…

She felt it all, and she felt it far too deeply. She had learned long ago to shut those emotions off, to let them go, to not let her emotions show. They could just be used as a weakness.

And she found life worked better that way.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

Nesta sat up straight, even though the door was locked, in a sudden panic over the fact that she was nude and reading smut.

“Yeah?”

“Nyx is going to bed,” he said. “Just thought you’d want to say goodnight.”

“I- Ah- Just a minute,” she called, setting the book down and reaching down to grab for her towel. She was out and damn near opened the door in just her towel again, but remembered their agreed upon rules. She snatched her robe, wrapping it around herself, towel and all.

She opened the door, Cassian standing just by her bed, and Nyx had his head resting on his shoulder, rubbing his little eyes.

The image was so pure and innocent that Nesta couldn’t stop herself from taking a few steps towards them, reaching out to brush her fingers down Nyx’s soft cheek. “Sweet dreams, buddy,” she breathed, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead.

She regretted it almost immediately, as bringing herself that close in Nyx also inadvertently brought her to Cassian. His heady, nutmeg-and-campfire scent enveloping her, reminding her of the morning she’d come downstairs and found him as naked as she was now. She stepped back quickly, clearing her throat. “And goodnight to you, Cassian,” she murmured. She pointed back behind her towards the bathtub, towards her book, and said, “I’m going to read a little longer and then go to bed myself.”

He nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Nes.”

The nickname didn’t bother her as much as it previously had, she realized as he made his way back out of her room, shutting the door behind him.

She didn’t let herself think about that, did her best not to think about him, as she sunk back into the warm water.

Nyx had gone down easily for Cassian, for the first time ever, thanks to the frozen toy he’d gnawed on to relieve the pain of his incoming tooth. He’d decided he deserved a treat, too, after that, and had sat down to watch the hockey game, a beer in hand.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the front door.

Cassian paused, glancing down at his watch, seeing that it was pushing nine o’clock. He stood, after a second knock sounded, making his way to the door. He opened it to find a woman dressed in a suit on the other side. “Can I help you?”

“Mr. Nazari, I assume?” She asked, extending her hand.

He took it, on instinct, shaking it, but he blinked. He repeated, “Yeah… Can I help you?”

Her brows twitched together. “My name is Alis Birch. I’m with social services.”

Cassian continued to shake her hand, staring.

“The courts told you we’d be making random visits to check in on Nyx,” she continued.

Oh, fuck, Cassian thought. Oh, fucking hell.

They’d completely forgotten about those random visits, in the past few weeks they’d been doing this, distracted by getting used to not only being parents, but getting used to each other as well.

“I see,” Cassian said, nodding. “I… I’ll…be right back.”

“I’d like to come in-.”

Cassian shut the door, quickly set his beer on the table in the entryway, and hauled ass upstairs.

He threw open the door to Nesta’s bedroom, only to found it empty, so he continued on, throwing open the bathroom door.

Where Nesta was still in the tub, completely nude, a book in hand, one hand disappeared beneath the water. Her head was thrown back in utter ecstasy.

Until Cassian barged in, anyway.

“Shit!” he yelled, just as Nesta gasped and sent the water sloshing out of the tub, over the porcelain edges.

Cassian quickly shut the door behind him, closing them into the bathroom together, and put his face in his hands. “Sorry!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled, and he could hear her pulling the plug.

“It’s important, I swear,” he said, his voice muffled by his hands.

“If the house isn’t on fire or Nyx isn’t dying, it’s not important,” she cried, ducking behind the walls of the tub.

“It’s pretty fucking important,” he said, turning to give her a semblance of privacy. He heard her stand up, water moving and quiet dripping, before her feet landed on the rug outside the tub. “The social worker is here.”

She froze and he dared a look back at her. Thankfully, she was wrapped in her towel again, one arm pushed through her robe. “The social worker is here? Now?” He nodded, and she looked at the nearly empty bottle of wine next to the glass on the small table by the tub. It was the second one she’d had that night. “But it’s late,” she protested.

“It’s a random, surprise visit,” he replied. “I left her outside, but-.”

“You didn’t let her in?” Nesta demanded, eyes widening. “Cauldron, Cass, that makes us look so guilty.”

He blinked. “Of what?”

“I don’t know,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “But it doesn’t make us look good.”

“Well, I didn’t know what to do,” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to come up here and find you doing that.” He gestured to the tub.

Nesta’s cheeks heated. He figured his own were going to permanently be the shade of red they were now.

No, that was the last thing he ever expected to catch Nesta doing.

“Just… Go let her in and stall her while I get dressed,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting for him to leave.

Cassian hesitated, then nodded, and hurried back down the stairs. When he reopened the front door, Alis Birch stood there. Her expression was hard, intimidating.

Cassian could feel himself sweat.

He prayed that Nesta somehow sobered up and got the fuck downstairs, because there was no way in hell he could do this without her.

#snacmc lawki #life as we know it #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #snelbz tacmc collab #snacmc

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As the year is ending, I decided to do this thing again: people who made my year better 💕

If I didn't mention you, I still love you and wish that the new year treats you well ✨ Happy New Year lovelies! 💜

Just a little warning, I got a bit emotional while writing these so they might be a bit weird. These aren't in any order, I love you all 💕

@reedskz I am so so so glad we started talking and I'm also sorry for not being the best at messaging but know that I adore you and wish that next year brings you many Felix pcs because you deserve it 💝 annnnd your gifs are amazing like you 💖 it makes me a bit emotional to think that you're my first stay friend, ily 🥺

@yjbg Ellu my beloved, I can't even begin to describe how happy I am that I sent you some memes to start a conversation (because I can't be normal <3) and overall I'm just so glad you exist!!! I love to have someone who I can spam tag in things! 💝 Like what are the odds that you like 1D (even just a little bit), hockey AND kpop, like me? And that we have the same nickname? Also I'm proud of you and you'll do great in your studies, I will be your personal cheerleader, I love you!! *insert Jin sending flying kisses here* p.s. you're pretty 💘

@diazactually okay, where to start... If you're a friend of my friend, you're automatically my friend, and even if we haven't talked that much, just know that you're amazing and I laugh at your jokes a bit too much 💕 I also think it's kinda funny how similar interests we have, but it's also very nice to be able to compare favorite characters etc because it can tell about the person somehow (when will I send you messages about analyzing some characters or scenes who knows) thank you for making my dash filled with buddie and 9-1-1, you're amazing❣️ + you can psychoanalyze me and my ask game replies anytime I promise

@firefighter-diaz my dear Elisa, we haven't seen in ages (it sucks) but I love to hear about the 9-1-1 episodes in dms and yell with you 💓 I'm telling you all, if I ask one (1) question I get 5 gifsets and 8 messages explaining what happened or what lead to it. You made me listen to Taylor's new albums because I saw you enjoying them, also you're an amazing gifmaker and you're so warm like you radiate warmth and comfort! ☀ I am amazed by your skills and I'm proud of you, and everything you do

@sepastian-ahoey Iina, the Sepe to my Teukka, why haven't we seen (it's because of me I'm just at home and never moving) anyways you're always there for me and I will be there for you. You may know this (or not) but I was super worried about your workload this past year because you seemed to have so much stuff going on, I may not have said it but I'm amazed at how you managed to survive. And I'm super proud of you!! I adore you! 💖

@juhollamago ah Tiia my almost-alarm-clock-for-wjc (before they canceled the whole thing) because I couldn't remember when team Finland played and I missed a game doing all kinds of nonsense instead. Is it time for me to yell now? Because I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. My friend is a hockey journalist everyone!!!! You're so awesome and funny and I admire you because you seem like the type who isn't afraid to say what you think or want. Let's pretend this heart is a burnt gingerbread, made with love for you 🖤

@ahoontheshelf Kinga, my sweet dear friend 💕 you're like a warm hug, you brighten up my days a lot with sweet messages!! Like if I treat tumblr as my diary and you send me a message I get so happy... You fill my dash with all kinds of aesthetic posts and your edits are cool and you're very cool and pretty. I wish all the best for you, always❣️

@fangirlinglikealoon & @heiskasmiro my dear gc friends who are very pretty and make my days better when being crazy in the gc, I couldn't separate you because you both are inspiring and amazing and funny and I love your pets too 💝 one of the best choices in my life was to press like on the post that was about making a gc, I will never stop saying it, ily 💘 I love it how we can talk about some random things like how meme is Mikko and then suddenly things take a wild turn and we have deep conversations about things. Just know that I adore you 💕

@punkrockmutiny I think you're one of the sweetest people ever, and when you asked for a Christmas card from me I was jumping around in happiness (I hope the card didn't get lost...) because it was the first time I sent a card abroad and it made me feel so special lolol anyways I adore you and you're so pretty and cool which makes you pretty cool 💜

@suklaakuppikakku my dear amazing friend we haven't seen in ages but you know I'm sending you the biggest hug and squeezing you tightly 💕 I'm really hoping that we'll be able to go see games in summer without being anxious about getting sick!! I don't say this enough but I really admire you ❣️ I wish next year will be gentle for you

@joel-farabee we don't really talk but I'm so happy to be mutuals with you and I smile so much when I see you in my notes!! And when you said that I made your day once by sending you flower emojis I almost cried at it because it was so sweet of you 🌸

@hibernating-heart I have to mention how happy I got to see that a fellow Finn likes hockey/canes and kpop and I was like omg a friend!! And you're a great content creator! That said, I like the Finnish sayings and Canes posts the most 🤭 You seem cool I wish I knew how to talk to people because I'd like to get to know you 🥺

Mentioning some people I have been mutuals with for some time and saying thank you for tolerating my changing obsessions, you make my dash full of fun content and make me smile when your urls are in my notes, you deserve all the good things 💕

@caixxa 💗

@tonyhawkpr0skater2 💞

@coffeeandgunpowder 💝

@finnishhockeyelf ❤️

@prettyboyroope 💖

@nikolajehlers 💚

@lily-blue-blue-lily 💛

@c-hartwriteshockey 🧡

@thewestishharpooners 💓

@bortuzzzzin 💙

@thehockeytrashkingdom 💞

@pyotranatolevichkochetkov ❣️

@matthewlillard 💘

@fairylightslt 💕

#i might have forgotten people and i'm very sorry bc my brain is like it is #just know i adore every single one of you #mentioned here or not #this is basically love letters to my friends #also i jump from thing a to thing b very randomly #these people made my 2021 #this year had its ups and downs but luckily i have you guys here 💕#elena rambles #💓#oh i like heart emojis you know #friends #i'm gonna use some tags i have for them #ellu🍒#i need a tag for arah #i need a tag for elisa #the sepe to my teukka #gc 💕#virve🌸

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