Monique's and Memoria's Wife

Sapphic Artist, Writer, and Cosplayer || she/her || I keep adding fandoms and characters I write for but my main is gonna be whoever wife I'm claiming to be :) (currently: Date Everything)

[rosieperegrine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey Yall, I’m back with yet another fandom! Hope y’all enjoy Date Everything and the women within the game :D 

Fandom: Date Everything! (Sassy Chap Games Video Game)

Summary: Instead of discovering you got robbed when realizing Keith, he gets caught in the act. Monique gets assaulted by him and Sophia cleans his clock and gets to have the honor of evicting him while you, Memoria, and Betty bring Monique into the bedroom to comfort her. Sophia and Dasha join in after evicting Keith and protective boi Dorian guards the door. :) Then a couple little bonus moments of Celia and Florence checking in and then a "you decide" moment for Keith's final fate.

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[rosieperegrine]

If she comes back for S2 I'll write for her.

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Dress Code - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

A/N: Hi, I have returned, (apologies, school got very busy then i got sick for like a month) if anyone wants to be on the tag list for Abby fics let me know in comments or on my google form for tag lists (and if there is any type of content you'd like to not be tagged in), anyway on to the fic :)

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, minor nudity, annoyance, HR being crass

Warnings: minor spoilers for some parts of “Silver War”, S3:E4, mentions of nudity (no smut)

Word Count: 2616

Brief Description: Abby gets dress coded by HR (Silver War, S3:E4) and your dad says he will handle it. You switch clothes with her as she is suffering an allergic reaction and at lunch take her to her apartment where she strips, showers, and changes into her own clothes. You make lunch and end up packing it to eat at the base so as not to be late. 

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You hadn’t seen Abby yet today which was odd— she always made a point to find you in the mornings. Her lab was locked up and dark when you checked for her earlier and you couldn’t find her anywhere. Instead, you went to the bullpen and sat in your dad’s chair for most of the morning until he came into the pen to gather the team, “Everyone up, Abby’s got something. You too y/n.”  You let them know you’ll be down in a minute, and they head down to her lab while you grab your stuff. 

Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and Ziva walk off the elevator and into Abby’s lab. She faces away from them at her desk, except it doesn’t look like her. “Abbs?” Gibbs inquired, confused at the spectacle in front of him as she slowly turned with her eyes on the ground. “What are you wearing? It looks like you raided a cheaper version of y/n’s closet.” She barely picked up her head, bangs clipped back into a 50s raised style and hair down in styled curls, and with an irritated expression answered “Some new HR hire sent me a notice about breaking dress code? They made me wear THIS.” Tony decided to share, “I think it looks great on you.” Ziva chimed in, “You look fine, I don’t see the problem.” McGee agreed with them both. 

You finally walked in and stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing Abby, “Abbs? Why are you dressed in light color 50s style corporate vintage?” You look closer at her attire. “It looks like you raided a cheaper version of my closet.” “See?!” She looks at the trio while gesturing to you, “ It’s bad enough dressing like this for court, I can’t do this every day!” She starts itching, “Plus this is all polyester. I’m allergic to polyester! Do you think that can qualify for an exemption from the dress code?” “Also y/n, how do you wear this stuff every day? It's sooo itchy!” You look at her, grabbing her arm, “Babe. I dress from 20s swing to 40s rockabilly to 60s greaser. And all my stuff is made of quality materials like cotton and satin. I don’t wear polyester.” She gave you a small pout in response. “Can I at least borrow your clothes then if I have to dress like this every day?” she whined. Gibbs walks up to her, “I’ll handle it Abbs, what did you have for us?” Abby looks up at him,.“Can I at least take these shoes off first?” she asks, gesturing down to her pair of white 2” heel pumps. You go to her desk and turn her chair out, “Sit.” She does , looking up at you as you kneel in front of her and pull one of her feet onto your knee, unfastening the heel. “I don’t see the issue…” Tony chuckles as he puts his arms up and you glare at him. “It’s not her style, and she isn’t comfortable in it. It’s hurting her. That’s the problem, Tony.” you reply to him crossly, with a long pause before saying his name. You pull up her other foot to remove the second heel and get up. “Dad, would it be ok if I stole Abby for a few to swap clothes with her? I can’t stand seeing her suffer an allergic reaction all morning.” He smiles and looks at the ground for a moment, knowing you wouldn’t have it otherwise and were more telling than asking, “After she gives us what she found she’s all yours”. Abby gets up from her chair and pads over to her computer, starting on her findings quickly, excited to get out of the itchy pencil suit as soon as possible. 

After getting through all her findings thus far with Gibbs and the team, they went on their way and she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the locker rooms. You both entered one of the handicap stalls so you’d both have space to change, you both started to strip, starting by removing your red satin boat neck blouse and Abby her lilac blazer and white blouse. Your face went red and you looked at the ground as Abby slid her button down blouse off as she never wore a bra. She laughed as she handed it and the blazer to you, “See something you like babe?” she jested. You flusteredly put on the blouse and buttoned it after handing her your blouse to put on. She slipped it on easily and started on the lilac pencil skirt she wore, “Babe, I can’t get this skirt off. Can you help me?” You move behind her and slip your fingers under the waistband of her skirt, a blush still on your face, helping her to pull it down as she also uses her own fingers to hold her panties up. She shimmies to help you pull it down and steps out of it when you get it to shin level. You drape it over the stall door before unzipping your own cotton black circle skirt and pulling it down with your petticoat; You hand her the skirt first and she steps into it and zips it up; You then hand her the petticoat and as she steps into it and pulls it under the skirt, you take her pencil skirt off the stall door and step into it, shimmying to get it on; You both tuck in your blouses and straighten each other’s clothes; You keep your shoes on and she stays barefoot as you were wearing similar heels to those she had originally but in black. She looked at the skirt and twirled, giggling as it fanned out in all its fluff and layers, “Maybe I should borrow some of your clothes more often—this skirt is fun.” She was much more content wearing your clothes between the darker colors and the more comfortable materials. You both headed back to her lab until it was lunch break, and you could head to her apartment to get her showered and changed into a fresh set of her own clothes.

Up to lunch time, she padded around her lab doing her work and calling Gibbs when needed for updates on the case. Once the clock struck noon, Abby clocked out and grabbed your hand to go to her car. Once you made it to the door of the naval base you grabbed her arm to stop her, “You are not walking on that rocky asphalt barefoot nor are you driving barefoot.” She looked at you quizzically, “well what do you want me to do?” You looked at her and bluntly replied, “I’ll drive. Now get on my back”, you instructed her while moving in front of her and crouching down. She smiled and jested, “ooohh~, princess treatment” as she handed you her car keys and climbed on your back, wrapping her legs around your waist. You carried her to her car and unlocked it, opening the door with one hand then turning around to lower her into the seat gently. You then helped her get the skirt in and closed the door for her before walking around to the driver's seat to start the car. You got in, started the car, and drove to Abby’s apartment, already knowing the route by heart. You carried her from the car into the building where she hopped off your back as the floors inside were fine to walk on barefoot.

You made it into her apartment and immediately went to her bedroom as you had to be back after lunch break. You took off the blazer from her pencil suit upon entering her room, understanding how she found it uncomfortable and didn’t want to wear it. You set the blazer on a chair before turning back to Abbs. Abby got straight to undressing for her shower, starting with your satin blouse, gently pulling it up from her waistline and over her head. As she threw it on her bed, your face went red and you looked at the floor, bashful as she had no bra under the blouse. You adored her curves and her body was divine, but you still always felt bashful despite being in a committed relationship with her for several months and having explored intimacy with her. As she was stepping out of your skirt and petticoat, leaving her only in shapewear shorts, she noticed your sudden fluster, “Babe we're dating you don't have to look away. Now come help me get these tight shapewear shorts off". You looked back up at her, face still tinted, as you made your way over to help her get the overly tight shorts off. You stood behind her and hooked your fingers under the back side of her waist band as she had her fingers hooked under the front side of it. You squatted as you both pulled down and around to slip the shapewear shorts off and as you slipped the shorts lower, with them went her panties. With the shorts halfway down to her knees and panties pulled almost as far, your eyes shot down again and one hand flew over your eyes to avert your gaze as she bent down to fully pull the shorts off and step out of them, taking her panties off as well. She threw them across the room into the laundry hamper and turned to find you still in a squatting position, face crimson in fluster and hand still perched on your forehead to cover your eyes in an attempt of respect. She laughed and walked up to you smiling, fully nude now, “Darlinnggg, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. It’s ok, you can look.” She gently guides you upright by your shoulders and brings a hand up to your face, pulling your chin up before leaving a gentle kiss upon your lips. You reach up to take the clip out of her hair and fluff her bangs back to the front before running your hands over her shoulders and down her sides until you reach her lower hips, “you’re beautiful love” you whisper in a sultry tone. She smiles and leans in, kissing you again, “I love you y/n.” Your eyes are full of adoration for her as you reach up and brush your thumb against her cheek, “I love you too Abbs”. You leave one last kiss on her cheek before parting, “Go shower before we have to head back, I’ll make a quick on-the-road lunch for you while you’re in there.” She heads into the bathroom connected to her room, giving you a small wink as she blows a parting kiss at you.

You strip off the pencil suit you traded with Abbs earlier and fold it neatly before placing it on a chair. Once you have all of the pieces off and folded, you head over to her bed and put your own clothes back on, starting with the satin blouse then stepping into the skirt and petticoat, pulling them up and fluffing them out before zipping the skirt up and tucking the blouse in. Once you were dressed again, you moved into her kitchen and opened the fridge to see what you had to work with for a quick on-the-go lunch. You find and take out a salad kit, flour, eggs, milk, ham, cheese, and 4 small oranges. You start with the salad kit, quickly mixing the salad and dressing, before peeling the oranges into slices. Once the salad and orange slices are put to the side, you grab the eggs, flour, milk, salt, butter, and some water and start making crepe batter, followed by grating the cheese and cutting the ham into small pieces. You set up 3 sets of tupperware containers before pouring the crepe batter into a pan and filling each crepe with ham and cheese once they were ready, proceeding to fold them— Abby had been in the shower for about 20 minutes at this point. You placed the folded crepes into the first pair of tupperware (2 crepes for each of you), followed by separating the salad into the second pair of containers and the orange slices in the third. As you were packing the tupperware sets into a bag and making sure you had all your stuff, Abby came into the kitchen with a hairbrush in her waistband while pulling her shirt over her head, makeup already re-done and all her accessories on. Your face tinted pink again at the display as you were grabbing some silverware and napkins for your lunch packs. Abby was tucking her shirt in and grabbing the brush out of her waistband as she looked at you, “Something smells delicious babe, what’d you make?” As she started brushing her hair, moving in your direction, you smiled as you packed the silverware and napkins in the bag, “How does ham and cheese crepes, salad, and oranges sound?” you looked back at her expectantly, hoping that was alright with her. She finished brushing her hair and placed the brush on the counter, “Sounds delectable~ Thanks for cooking while I was in the shower.” she smiles as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and leans in to leave a quick kiss upon your lips, wet bangs brushing against your forehead. You were happy to see her much more comfortable in her own choice of clothes again and held her in your arms for a moment, “You ready to go so my dad doesn’t chew us out for being late? We can have our lunch back at base.” She pulled away, “Yep, let’s go!” and happily grabbed the bag of food and both of your things before pulling you out the door. You grabbed her keys on the way out and locked up as she started on the way to the car, quickly catching up and following behind her. She had already unlocked and loaded the bags into the car by the time you got there, getting into the driver's seat with much improved spirit. You situated yourself in the passenger's seat; then you were both on your way back to base.

The two of you made it back to base with a few minutes to spare and made a mad dash to Abby’s lab for her to quickly check on her latest test results as you set up your lunch sets on her desk. As she had finished gathering her data and was making her way over to her desk, your dad walked in with a caf pow and an iced tea in hand for each of you respectively, “Hey Abbs, give me an update.” She goes over to her laptop with a “Hey Gibbs”  before relaying her findings to him. He thanks her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and handing over the beverages, “Thanks, now go enjoy your lunch. Glad to see you back to yourself.” She smiles up at him before going back to her desk with the drinks, your dad heading back up to the bullpen. She placed down the beverages and sat with you. The both of you took your time to eat—her enjoying the lovely meal you made—and then packed the empty tupperware into the bag to be taken back to her apartment later. You both continue with the rest of your day, Abby looking into the forensics of the case and you assisting her where needed. Your dad later called in to let her know the issue was handled with HR and they wouldn't be bothering her again, leaving a delightful end to the day before you both clocked out.

[icarus-showmethemoon]

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

[rosieperegrine]

I'd literally love interactions and asks 🥺. Y'all, I'm social and for those of y'all who read my fics, you should know well I don't judge bc I'm in the same boat as y'all; I j want content for the characters I obsess over.

[rosieperegrine]

Firearm Training - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, slight hurt/angst?, cute moments with Abby, Abby comforting you, soft Gibbs moment because he’s your dad

Warnings: guns, shooting guns (at paper targets) 

Word Count: 2395 (I hope this finds people who also love Abby bc it’s so rare that I make it to 2000 words)

Brief Description: Your dad (Gibbs) wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun after several incidents of members of his team and/or their loved ones being targeted. You did fine for most of the lesson but did not handle live fire well. You had an emotional reaction to it but tried to push through until Abby came up to comfort you. Your dad took you and her to get milkshakes and cookies after to help you feel better.  

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Firearm training. You were here because your dad wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun. You weren’t fond of loud noises; you preferred bows and crossbows to a gun anyday. However, after several incidents of the team being targeted and even your girlfriend Abby being violently stalked by an ex, you could understand your dad wanting you to learn how to use a gun. Most of the team was there, save for Ducky and Palmer. It was you, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Director Shepard, and your dad for the day on a private outdoor range with one of your dad’s friends as the instructor. You used one of your dad’s pistols for the day, with “GIBBS”written on the side of the magazine. The guns were all on tables for now as for the first section of the day, your group was reviewed on the build and mechanisms of standard pistols and magazines. 

Sitting in a circle with the team, you learned firearm safety: how to carry and handle a pistol safely; the build and parts of a basic pistol: how to take it apart, clean it, reassemble it; and its functions: how to load rounds into a magazine followed by how to load and unload a pistol without shooting it. You did a few rounds of safety checks and learned to never assume it’s unloaded. You practiced dry firing it and the instructor helped you with your hand positioning and grip; your stance was already solid from your previous years in martial arts. The dry fire shooting felt easy going and made you feel cool as you heard the click of shooting imaginary bullets at the target. Your dad and girlfriend both looked at you often with proud expressions on their faces as you quickly picked up each concept and were doing quite well in the course thus far. 

It was 4 hours into the course and was finally time for lunch. After lunch it would be time to start shooting live rounds at paper targets. However, for now you all just gathered round and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. It was a 20 minute drive there, and despite there being 8 of you, you were all seated right away as the town you were in was remote enough for the diner to be sparse on patrons. You sat next to Abby, Director Shepard next to her, and the instructor at the end of your side of the table. Ziva was in front of you then, Tony, McGee, and your dad filling the other 3 seats on that side of the table respectively. You and Abby ordered fried chicken and waffles to share, your dad and Shepard got steaks, Ziva, Tony, and McGee got sandwiches, and the instructor got a burger. You all took your time to enjoy the meal in each others’ company, you occasionally leaning your head on Abby’s shoulder or her stealing a bite of the waffle you were nibbling on. After much enjoyment and frivolity, you all ended up returning to the range an hour and a half later for the second half of the course. 

You got out of Abby’s car and walked over to the range, Shepard and the instructor already waiting on the course as they rode with your dad, and Tony was close on the way driving Ziva and McGee. You, Abby, your Dad, and director Shepard were already set up as you and Abby were borrowing a pair of your dad’s spare handguns that he stored in his car. Each of your respective guns and accessories were set on the tables, now accompanied by trays of live rounds. Tony’s, Ziva’s and McGee’s guns and gear were with them already, and they would have to set it up themselves upon arriving. The trio soon arrived, and as they got set up, the instructor had the rest of you start with putting on your noise canceling headphones and safety glasses. You glanced over at Abby, adored at how amazing she looked even in the firearm noise canceling headphones and glasses, the headphones set against her bow topped pigtails. The instructor then called for a safety check, followed by loading your magazines with a few live rounds. You were starting to feel a bit anxious as you’d never fired a live round before and the instructor warned you’d need a firm grip to counter the power of shooting live rounds. Before picking up the guns to load in the magazines, Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek— likely leaving a lipstick mark— and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you with a gentle smile, clearly noticing your nerves start to kick in. 

You lined up with the rest of your group, the instructor on your left to help with your lesson, and Abby on your right for moral support. The instructor led for everyone to begin. Each in your group aimed their guns forward  and the instructor made minor adjustments to your grip before telling you to place your finger on the trigger and fire when ready. Before you could do so, you heard the first few shots fired from the team and flinched, your eyes closing at the same time. You opened them and took a deep breath trying to brush it off and fixed your own aim. The instructor had held up her hand to signal everyone else to stop firing so as to let you focus. You aimed at the target, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger as instructed. On the outside you appeared calm, but it felt like winding a jack in the box until *BANG!* You jumped and your hands were shoved up as your body absorbed the inertia of the shot. You looked at your instructor and pasted a smile on your face as she told you that you’d done well. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes but you fought them, slightly confused as to why they were forming as you didn’t feel particularly sad. You flashed your plastered smile at Abbs, and she smiled in return as she took a few shots herself. You still flinched at every loud bang, but you pushed it all down. It was fine, you were fine. You asked the instructor for some advice on how to avoid losing your grip again, “Uhh, how do I keep my hands from shooting up when the gun fires and keep my grip?”. The instructor moved you into position and put her hands over yours on the gun, “you gotta make sure there is no space between your hands and hold your (dominant) hand firmly with your (non-dominant) hand”. You nodded, giving an ok in response before the instructor took a break to use the restroom. Abbs had finished a few rounds and put her gun on the table before coming up to you from the side. She laid a hand on your back and left a gentle kiss on the back side of your neck, “I’ll be over at the tent babe, you’re doing great!”, she informed you before returning cheerfully to the tent set up for breaks and spectating. It was now you, Ziva, McGee, Tony, and Director Shepard on the range. Your dad was watching from the tent along with Abbs who had just sat in one of the chairs to spectate with him. 

You prepared to take another shot and aimed at the target when Ziva came up beside you, “Fix your grip, there’s a gap between your hands again.” You did as she told you and thanked her before putting your finger on the trigger and slowly pulling it again. *BANG!* You jump again and silent tears form. You try to push through and keep your gaze forward so as to not let anyone onto the tears nearly falling down your face. You take a deep breath your heart racing, fixing your grip before pulling the trigger a third time, *BANG!* Silent tears start to fall down your cheeks, still baffling you as you don't feel sad or upset. A sniffle tips off Ziva who leans over to look at your face. She notices the tears and bluntly inquires, "What are the tears for? You're only shooting at a paper." You feel bad for not being able to stop it and feel pressured to suck it up, responding that you’re fine and start setting up for another shot. Abby heard from the chairs set up at the tent behind the shooting range and immediately made her way over, your father Gibbs behind her. Your calm steadiness starts to waver as your hands begin to shake. You breathe, put your finger on the trigger and take your 4th shot, losing your grip on the gun as your hands start to shake even more. You bring your (non-dominant hand) back onto the gun and aim at the target once more, hands and arms shaking profusely and tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision a bit.

Ziva is baffled at your emotional state, giving you a confused look as to why this is making you cry. You didn’t really understand why yourself, you just knew you couldn’t stop it or hold it back even though you didn’t necessarily feel upset. You hear another couple shots  from Tony and McGee and flinch again. By this time, Abby has finally made it to you and pressed her body against your back, wrapping one arm around you and grabbing the gun out of your hands with the other. You turn and melt into her, tears still falling down your face and she rubs her thumb against your back trying to calm you a bit, “Darling, it’s ok, you did so good. You don’t have to keep going.” Your dad makes it over and looks to Ziva who is still perplexed, “Stop staring and take the gun from Abby would ya?!” You bury yourself further into Abby as Ziva takes the gun out of Abby’s hand and places it on the table. Now with a free hand, Abby turns the volume all the way off on your headphones to reduce the loudness of the gunshots. You look up at her. “It helps a bit to have the volume all the way down” she tells you as she holds your face and wipes the tears away with her thumb. You bury your face into her neck and she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close and whispering affirmations and sweet nothings into your ear. Your dad puts a hand on your shoulder, standing behind Abby to talk to you, “Hey, you did good kid. You can stop if you want to. I just wanted you to know how to shoot if you ever need to. Now you can.” Abby walked you over to the tent and sat against a table, keeping you in her arms as you calmed down, rubbing circles on your back with her thumb. The rest of the team kept on shooting, your Dad taking your place in the lineup. Director Shepard came over and leaned against the table beside Abby, placing a hand on your back and reassuring you, “Hey, you’re ok.” She smiled, and you tried to smile back in return, still shaking a bit. “You can sit over here with us while they finish the course, no need to go back out.” After a few minutes, your breathing had finally evened out again, and Abby brought you around the table to the chairs while keeping you close to her. She sat down and guided you to sit in her lap as Director Shepard sat in the chair beside hers. You sat across her lap, legs over the side of the chair, and leaned into her. You kept your head on her shoulder as she put one around your waist and left the other one free. You still flinched at most of the shots the rest of the team took so Abby pulled out your book to distract you a bit. She held you in her arms and read your book with you until the shooting course was over. 

Afterwards, the team packed up all their gear and put it into their respective cars, your dad packing up for you and Abby as both of you had borrowed his spare pistols for the course. Tony, Ziva, and McGee left first, bidding the rest of you farewell. Your dad came up to you and Abby, both of you still consumed in the book, and pulled it down to get both your attention, “Hey, how about we go to the diner for milkshakes before heading home?” You liked the idea. Shepard joined the three of you; she had felt like a mother to you and Abby. The instructor bid you all a farewell as she had her own car to return home with and still had to pack up the course for the night. 

Around 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the diner and been seated in a 4 person booth, you and Abby on one side and Gibbs and Shepard on the other. Your dad ordered a chocolate malt shake, Shepard a Vanilla one, and Abby a Black and White (think chocolate and marshmallows). You still felt shaken so Abby, knowing your favorites, ordered your favorite milkshake as well as a double order of chocolate chip cookies for you and her to share. Once the waitress had gone to put in your orders, Abby pulled you close by the waist and the two of you sat nuzzled up together. You remained like this still when your orders arrived and as you enjoyed the sugary rewards of the day. After you were done, the sun was starting to set so your dad paid the bill and you all headed out: Shepard with Gibbs and you with Abbs. She had her hand either on your thigh or laced into your hand for half of the ride to your house where she was spending the night. Your dad cooked dinner that night for the four of you and Shepard headed home at around 9pm. You and Abby remained cuddled up for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep, wrapped together in each other's arms.

[catgirlhell]

its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

Tumblr and Wordpress to Sell Users’ Data to Train AI Tools

Internal documents obtained by 404 Media show that Tumblr staff compiled users' data as part of a deal with Midjourney and OpenAI.

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

[evilwizard]

everyone go enable this immediately

you need to go to tumblr online (not the app, use a browser), then go to your blog -> your blog’s settings. then scroll down to the visibility section

can’t believe staff didn’t inform us about this before implementing it

[sinick]

The setting is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/yourblogname

[rosieperegrine]

This is literally disgusting how they try to use everyone's creative mediums to bring ruin upon artists, writers, and creatives. AI has to be stopped and it's especially too far when they do this without informing users and blatantly putting an opt in/out option in front of them to make them aware of what they're doing.

[rosieperegrine]

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[rosieperegrine]

Campus Valentine - Larissa Weems x Reader

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Includes: fluffy fluffle romance 

Warnings: none :p

Word Count: 1874

Tag List: @lexi1109 @multiverseeee

Brief Description: Valentine’s was in the middle of the week this year so of course there was a full day of schooling followed by meetings after and during break periods. Larissa was going to be booked until the evening and you had scarcely more time open than her. However, as it is Valentine’s, it has to be special. 

QUICK NOTE: A LOT OF Y'ALL'S USERS FROM THE TAG LIST ARE NOT WORKING SO I AM GOING TO POST AN UPDATED TAG LIST FOR Y'ALL TO MAKE SURE I GET PEOPLE'S CURRENT USERNAMES AND UPDATE THE CHARACTER LIST

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Two bouquets of velvety red roses in glass vases rest on the table in Larissa’s private quarters— one you bought for Larissa interwoven with white roses, the other she bought for you laced with stargazer lilies. Both had cards and boxes of chocolate beside them, each filled with your favored brands. Larissa stirred from her slumber first, moving to face you, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. A gentle smile graced your face at the feel of her careful movement as you started to wake. She left a gentle kiss upon your forehead, bidding you a good morning darling and a happy valentine’s before getting up to start on her hair and makeup as you took the time to lay there. You pulled yourself out of bed about a half hour later to start on your own hair and makeup. You never went as elaborate as Larissa when it came to doing your hair and makeup so you were able to afford the extra time to get up. Helping each other sleepily through your morning routines, you were both fully done up within an hour. 

Before heading out of Larissa’s quarters, you both took the time to open each other’s cards and gifts and share thankful affections with one another. You took your time to admire her writing script and all the little moments she included within her note. The two of you shared a loving kiss, your red lipstick shades mixing together before she placed her hand around your waist, guiding you out through her office. You both headed out on your morning walk around the grounds, enjoying the scenic greenery and peaceful sounds of the surrounding nature. Hand in hand, with your head upon her shoulder, you walked a slow pace to take in everything around you and revel in the tranquility of each other’s company on this early morning. After your rounds around the campus, you both head inside to the dining hall to pick up your pre-scheduled breakfast, eggs benedict, thanking the cooking staff as you do so before heading back to Larissa’s office. 

Sitting at the table in her private quarters, you enjoy each other's company over your meal before having to start on each of your day’s responsibilities. You each discuss your respective schedules and when you will be off for the day. You found that Larissa will be off about an hour and a half later than you for the day and internally decided that you would cook her dinner using the teacher’s lounge kitchen as a surprise. You both finished breakfast and cleaned off the table before getting ready to start the day. As you were packing your materials before you headed out of her office she grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss, bidding you a Happy Valentine’s as you did the same and telling you she'd see you tonight. 

The day started off well with your first period class being excited for the prospects of  Valentine’s Day, eagerly discussing the plans they each had and the small campus events and get-togethers several of them were having in their dorm halls. You had left small bundles of chocolate on each of their desks for them as a little gift for them all which resulted in even more joy amongst the group. You led a more low-key class for the holiday and intertwined several little games and fun activities for them rather than sticking strictly to class materials for the day. You’d discussed this earlier with Larissa, and she’d agreed that it would be delightful for students to have a bit of a break for the day and that they’d probably enjoy having fun activities entwined into their classes for the day. Your second period class went the same as the first with the students all being energized and enjoying the fun activities their classes offered today. 

At lunch, you ate in the teacher’s lounge amidst your fellow staff who weren’t in meetings or other engagements for the period. You sat quietly planning out what to cook this evening for your surprise dinner plans as the time ticked by on the grandfather clock. You were thinking of cooking beef stroganoff as you’d learned it from your father growing up. Having a free period after lunch, you went into town to shop for the ingredients and a vintage bottle of red wine for Larissa. You stopped at the vintage shop before heading back to campus and bought a new dress and necklace you saw that reminded you of Rissa. You made it back to campus just before your next class started and had enough time to spare to put the groceries in the fridge and gifts in the cupboard in the teacher’s lounge, marking them off to not be touched by anyone else. You barely made it to your classroom to put out the chocolate bags you had prepared for the students and situate yourself at your desk before the students arrived for the last period of the day. As the students filed in, they were all excited over the goodies laid out for each of them and similar to the other two classes, they all enjoyed the frivolous activities and games woven into the class for the day. 

Finally the day came to an end and all the students took no leisure heading out to their afterschool Valentine’s Day activities. You took a moment to sit back and take a breather before having to go off to the staff meeting after school. Making it a few minutes early, you sat at the front of the table near the head where Larissa would presume her position. You waited a few minutes until other staff members started filling the chairs, Larissa arriving last as she had back to back meetings all afternoon. She smiled upon seeing you and clearly having had a busy day thus far, her eyes softened at your sight. The meeting proceeded in a standard manner, going through the updates and following with discussion on what has been going on at the school. You swam in every word she spoke in her dulcet voice and every shift she made as her chosen dress of the day accentuated her gorgeous figure. The adoration you had for her was second to none. The staff meeting came to a close and you sat there a bit while everyone else filed out to start upon their own frivolities for the evening. You walked up to Larissa as she stood beside the chalk board up front and wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, perching your chin on her left shoulder. She tilted her head to rest it on yours as the two of you stood there for a few moments just enjoying each other’s touch. After the comforting silence, she parted and left a kiss on your cheek before bidding you farewell as she left for her final meetings of the day.

You made your way to the kitchen in the teacher’s lounge to start preparing and cooking the surprise dinner you had planned for Larissa. To start, you got all your ingredients out and organized, opening things that you would be using in advance. You cut, floured, seasoned, buttered your pans, and browned the meat as you let the mushrooms sautee in a second pan. Following, you cut and mixed the vegetables, seared them, then mixed in the mushrooms and meat allowing all the flavors to mix before putting in the tomato paste, sour cream, and other liquid ingredients. You let it cook for a while before starting the water to boil noodles in and cutting the bread. The clock struck 6:00pm, and you knew you didn’t have much time left before Larissa would be returning to her office. You put the noodles on boil, cut the bread, then dashed to Larissa’s office quickly to place the bread on the table and set up some candles on it. You made it back to the kitchen in time for the timers to go off and hastily put the noodles and sauce into two chafing dishes, grabbed the needed plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, and serving spoons, and then put all of them on a cart to take back to her office. You made it back on time at 6:25pm and pushed the cart into the dining area of Larissa’s quarters before setting up the table, popping the bottle of wine, brewing tea, then serving both dishes at exactly 6:32pm. Right as you were lighting the candles you heard the large doors of Larissa’s office open. You hear her purse drop on her desk and go into her office, greeting her with a kiss as you hold her hands in yours. She looks at you, a gaze of utter love and adoration gracing her features wrapping her arms around your waist. A smile creeps  on her face and in a sultry tone she asks, “Darling, what have you been up to? It smells like you've got dinner ready.” You smile in response and reply with a simple and low toned “surprise~” before pulling her into the dining area of her quarters. Her hands went up to cover her mouth in shock at the setup you had created along with the chafing dishes, making it clear you had cooked dinner while she was at her last couple meetings. Her hands dropped down a bit  under her chin, “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this!”, her voice dripped in surprise and adoration. You pulled out a chair for her. “I wanted to Riss, now sit,” you smiled as she sat down and looked at the plate already served in front of her. You sit at your table setting beside her and you both begin to eat. “Darling this is divine! How on earth did you get it made so quickly?” she glances up at you quizzically for a moment as she eats. “I went shopping for everything during my free period to save time after the staff meeting.” You smiled happily, glad it turned out well and to her liking. You both conversed about your days during the meal and cleaned up together before you broke to change into some satin loungewear. She followed after everything was cleaned up and put away. As she changed and moved to the couch in front of the fireplace, you went over to the counter in her quarters to pour two cups of tea and grab the necklace you bought for her at the vintage shop. You made your way over to her, handing her a cup and saucer of tea as well as the jewelry box, bidding another “Happy Valentine’s Day love” before sitting beside her. She surprisedly opened the box, “Darling this is beautiful! Thank you!” She placed the box on the side table and leaned to kiss you. You adjusted yourself to lay together with her on the couch as your lips met in a small, soft and sweet kiss. The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other’s company, cuddled up reading by the fire for a few hours before retiring to the bedroom for the night.

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(photo from pinterest)

quick reminder for y'all to fill out the updated tag list for me please! (2 posts down, the form specifically says updated in the title) apologies for any inconveniences, there was some confusion on the original and some usernames didn't register, there is also a new character/fandom added (Larissa Weems, Wednesday).

~~to the fic :)

Elegantly off schedule - Miss Peregrine x Reader

Pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader

Includes: fluff, gorgeous gorgeous Alma

Warnings: slight jealousy on y/n’s part? But its alr Alma helps <3

Word Count: 508

Brief Description: Mini fic of Alma being gorg and putting y/n in absolute awe with her elegance and grace and beauty before they go on a dinner date. (tiktok prompt).

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You’d already been waiting 15 minutes for Alma to come downstairs for your dinner date. It wasn’t like her to be late or take this long to even get ready for a date night. You had planned ahead anyway– something you’d picked up from Alma– so you weren't worried about missing your reservation. You just wanted to make sure she was alright and not rush her. Ever since Barron had showed up that one day, you couldn’t help but be anxious. You walked up to her room and gently knocked on the door to check on her, “Alma, darling, is everything alright? Do you need anything?” You stood there waiting for a response, and after a moment, she finally responded, “I’m alright love, I’ll be down soon!” You descended the stairs once more and sat on one of the chaises in the parlor as you waited, picking up the book you’d left on the side table earlier. Your dress splayed out on the chaise and the floor as you sat. Only a few pages in, you heard Alma’s door open and close again. You placed the book back on the table and looked up towards the staircase expectantly. As you heard her heels click rhythmically down the stairs, your heart started pounding out of your chest. You’d been together years now, but every date still felt like the first. 

Alma finally appeared at the top of the stair landing. The sight of her left you absolutely awestruck. She’d always dressed nicely for your dates but never to this caliber. She wore a floor length black dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a double slit in the front of the skirt revealing her delectable legs as she descended the staircase. Her hair was curled and pinned up in elegant perfection and her makeup done to match. You hardly processed her descending the stairs from the pure awe you were in admiring her beauty. When she made it down the staircase and approached you, your senses were filled with her perfume that you’d bought her for your last anniversary– the one she only brought out on special occasions. Between her appearance and the perfume, you were in absolute ecstasy; It made you want to scoop her in your arms bridal style and carry her back into her room. 

Your mood dropped however after a few moments passed and you could come down to your senses a bit. If she sent you over the moon this easily, imagine the other people round town and in the restaurant you were going to. Imagine the cat calls and the other people trying to steal her attention as she passes by them in all her elegance and grace. A pair of taloned hands cradled your cheeks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I’m yours darling,” she whispered, smiling at you, “Only yours, no one else's. Understand?” You look into her eyes in awe once more and nod silently. She pulls you closer into a loving kiss before you both head off to dinner together.

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Reminder for y'all to fill out the updated tag list form so I can get those started <3 there was a bit of confusion on the original so I fixed some wording + I added in a fandom/character that I think several of y'all would want to be on (Larissa Weems).

Mutual Feelings Pt. 1 - Nana Bassler x Reader

Pairing: Nana Bassler x Reader (Anime: Plunderer)

Includes: pining,  fluff, flirting

Warnings: minor mentions of fanservice behavior, spoilers from the show 

Word Count: 1117

Brief Description: fluffy fluffer fluff as y/n interacts with Nana on the road 

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You’d been working with Nana full time for a few months before Hina came into town and you all took to the road. From the day you’d met Nana you’d felt butterflies, but months later, still couldn't bring yourself to admit it to her. Although some days you could have sworn she knew, but just wanted to let you admit your feelings when you were ready. Her natural flirtiness seemed more genuine when it was directed toward you rather than the usual jovial manner she had towards regular customers and friends like Licht. She’d also stopped him from messing with you and trying to get a look at your undergarments as he tried to do with most of the girls in town. It had taken several knockout slaps and punches, but he no longer tried anything with you thanks to Nana. 

You had been on the road for a week and a half now and usually you stayed in the cart while Nana handled the horses. After a couple days in Anesis, with a drinking battle between Licht and Jail and almost being killed by the Ace of Pursuit who was known as Sonohara, you were all setting on the road again. Jail, Lyne, Pele, and Hina were on individual horses, while Licht was sitting on top of the bar cart and Nana was on the front bench as she reigned the horses. As you were about to climb into the cart she called out to you. “Y/n! Come and sit up here with me!” You do as you’re asked and sit on her left, hearing Licht stifle a laugh from atop the bar cart. You anxiously blush ever so slightly as he laughs, feeling as if he is planning something or knows something you don’t. 

The ride goes smoothly for the first 45 minutes- mostly small talk conversations or members of the group making small stabs at each other. You were too nervous to hold much conversation with Nana, sitting almost right up against each other on the cart bench. The cart hit a pothole in the road and you almost fell off the bench, but Nana grabbed your shirt until you were re-adjusted. You thanked her and turned your head away, your face tinted red in a mix of fluster and embarrassment. Around 10 minutes later, there was another pothole coming along, and as you saw it coming, you adjusted a bit to try and not fall again. Right as you were riding over it, however, you felt something from on top of the cart slide down your back and push you forward making you slip a second time. This time Nana pulled you to sit in her lap adding what seemed like a jovial flirtation, "Why don't I just keep you here since you're having trouble staying on the bench over there?" Your face went crimson as she said that and situated you on her lap. Licht laughed behind you, and you realized his sword was unclipped from his side, making it clear that it had been him who pushed you forward using his sword. You were too flustered to say anything however and all you could manage to do was look back at Nana. She smiled the sweetest smile at you, her own cheeks lightly colored. It mesmerized you and you felt calmer and had a sudden draw to make a move to kiss her. You shifted in her lap and leaned closer to her face, waiting a moment to see if she felt uncomfortable or backed away. She didn't, rather, she switched the reins to be in one hand so she could hold onto you with the other and closed the space between your lips in a loving kiss. You were both blushing by the time you separated and nothing more needed to be said aloud. You adjusted yourself to lean back against her and she kept an arm around you as she continued to manage the reins. You could feel her breath on your neck as you rode sitting on her lap, and every so often she'd leave a small kiss or peck on the back of your neck or side of your face depending on where she could reach at the moment.

By the time mid-afternoon rolled around and it was time for lunch, your face was crimson and you wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence if you put your entire being into it. Between being on Nana's lap for the past couple hours, having kissed her, and then having her breathing at the nape of your neck and leaving small kisses and pecks every so often, you were beyond flustered. Everyone else was getting off their horses and starting to lead them, Licht got off the top of the cart, and you found yourself unable to bring yourself to your feet. Nana chuckled, seeing how you'd basically melted in her lap and scooped you up bridal style which only made your face redder as you brought your hands up to cover it in a slightly over flustered panic. As she carried you over to the bar door you heard your group's peanut gallery commentary, Hina and Lynn giggling at how cute they found the affection, also having seen some of what was going on up front during the ride. Pele commented a short "Ha, Nice!" and Licht jested with a "GET IT!". Nana just pulled you a bit closer knowing their commentary wasn't helping your fluster subside at all. 

She carried you into the cart and ducked under the window to kneel on the floor with you, giving you time to start breathing normally again and collect yourself. As you took time to calm yourself, she laid against the wall next to you holding your hand and trying to be helpful in getting yourself collected, the most admiring gaze upon her face. Once you’d finally collected yourself the both of you got up and started getting out the ingredients needed for lunch. Hina and Lynn were both peeking into the cart already as they fangirled over your and Nana’s affection as Pele, Licht, and Jail were sitting at a table having their own discussion. 

After lunch, everyone had taken a vote and agreed to camp where you were all at for the remainder of today and the next day. You and Nana had first finished your tasks setting up camp, then spent the remainder of the day in each other’s company before having to cook dinner for the group. By the evening you were both cuddled up by the fire with a blanket wrapped around the both of you, enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth. 

Pt. 2 planned :3

[rosieperegrine]

“Royal Gala Escapade” - Alexandra Privet x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Alexandra Privet x Reader (Barbie Princess Charm School)

Includes: fluff/angst

Warnings: homophobia/forced dances w suitor guys

Word Count: 2,266 (wow I hit 2000?! Such a rarity :o)

Brief Description: Alexandra is your Lady Royal and your parents threw a ball with suitors to find a prince to marry you off to before they hand down the throne.  Oops turns out you’ve been secretly dating your lady royal for a year and a half and that may or may not come to light in front of everyone t the ball. Initial reactions not so great but Alexandra is there for you through it all :)

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You were finishing up your makeup as Alexandra curled your hair for you in preparation for the royal gala. This was a major gala set up by your parents to finally find you a suitor, and you were already anxious. Little to their knowledge, your continued distaste in the princes wasn’t just due to some of their demeanors or appearances. Even you could admit several of them were quite handsome, well mannered, chivalrous, and respectful. They deserved a princess who could truly love them, but that wasn’t you. Your heart already belonged to Alexandra. Publicly, she was merely seen as your lady royal; behind closed doors, however, there was much more between the two of you. Royals weren’t known to take same-sex courting lightly, as they saw it as a threat to their lineages, so you both decided to keep your relationship secret. You'd have nothing to worry about if only your parents weren’t traditionalists who wanted their daughter married to a prince before handing down the throne.

As you stared into the mirror touching up your eyeliner, Alexandra noticed the nervous look on your face, “it’ll be fine darling, we’ll be together all night.” You close the felt tip pen momentarily and give it an extra shake, “I know love, but I still don’t think our courtship will go over lightly if it gets out tonight. I'm just afraid of what could happen”. Alexandra combed through your curls with her fingers to fluff them out. “Well whatever happens, I’ll be right there with you”. After a few more touch ups in comfortable silence, a knock on the door could be heard, followed by the butler’s voice: “Princess, you are expected to enter in 5 minutes”. “She’s just about ready, we’ll be right down!” Alexandra called back. You gave her a nervous glance and she cupped your cheek in her hand, rubbing it over with her thumb before leaning in for a light kiss. “I’ll be right with you darling, promise.” All you could muster was a small smile before she led you out the door, her hand on your lower back as you walked to the grand staircase for your entrance.  

You reach the top of the staircase and take a deep breath, Alexandra’s hand still on your back. After a few minutes, your name and title are announced, followed by Alexandra’s name and position as your Lady Royal. Upon hearing your names, the two of you begin the descent down the staircase. You exhale as you descend the extensive and elaborately embellished staircase, not one person in the room looking away from you. Your appearance wasn’t what worried you; Alexandra had made sure every detail of that was perfect. It was the line of princes at the bottom of the staircase and the hushed voices of guests bidding on which one you’ll pick. Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, each prince was announced one by one followed by the proper formalities: their name was called, they bowed, and you curtsied and thanked them for coming to the event. Of course all of this being purely ceremonial, there was nothing much to look into. But that didn't stop guests from reading into each greeting to see if you favored any of the princes more than the others. One prince, Nicolosi, was definitely bolder than the others as he called claims on the first dance with you in his greeting to which you couldn’t say no without being seen as rude or uncouth. Naturally, after the formal greetings were over the king, your father, announced for the ball to commence. Nicolosi was quick to take your hand and pull you to the center of the ballroom. The music began, and the two of you started a waltz as the rest of the guests danced around you, giving ample distance for the both of you to have space and some sort of private conversation. He tried to get to know you, asking about interests, opinions, and more baseline questions as if this was some sort of school orientation. You entertained his small talk until the dance was over and you were able to thank him and part ways. To your annoyance, however, it didn’t even take 15 seconds for the next prince, Alexander, to come and ask for a dance. Similarly, he made small talk as the two of you danced; it didn't take much effort or thought as royals were taught ballroom dancing from a young age. Alexander, au contraire to Nicolosi, chose the conversation questions of what you were looking for in a relationship to which you attempted to answer vaguely as not to give anything away. The next prince, Bradley, delved into opinions on political and social matters which led to some disagreement and an awkward second half of your dance. Of course following was Gabriel, Theodore, Tristan, and probably a dozen more lined up. After half a dozen dances and forced conversations, you had to excuse yourself to take a breather. 

Both your parents - as well as Alexandra - followed suit as you made your way to the banquet for something to drink and dine on. Your father tried to dismiss Alexandra but you insisted she stay with you as you took a breather from all the princes prying and prodding with their questions and conversations. You started to fill a plate as he attempted to gauge your feelings toward the princes, but you ignored his questions and made your way up to your place at the table with Alexandra. The princes were next to fill their plates and the general guests after. As you ate, you did have to answer to some of your parents’ prodding but remained vague and still showed a general disinterest in all the suitors thus far. Even in the slightly passing thought of settling for one, you couldn't bring yourself to consider any of them. The only thing making this slightly bearable was finally having Alexandra with you again as she rubbed your arm as a form of silent support. You observed the princes as they ate, noticing much roughing around, several spills, loud laughs and remarks, and more. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at their lack of  etiquette, cleanliness, and maturity. Once your appetite had been sustained, and slightly diminished, you rested your head on Alexandra’s shoulder as you continued to spectate the crowd and observe the behaviors of the suitors. You noticed your mother with a concerned look glancing at you and couldn’t tell if it was because of the boys’ behavior or your outward affection towards Alexandra. You almost stopped caring, unable to imagine a happy future where you settled for one of the princes. There was a massive chance your relationship with Alexandra would finally be exposed tonight given your parents wanted a choice made by the end of the night. Alexandra noticed the worry on your face and the tension your body held and placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing it with her thumb. You took a deep breath and exhaled in exasperation, and she turned her head slightly in your direction, “Whatever your decision, I’ll be right there with you.” You smiled as she raised her voice, clearly wanting your father to hear her next statement, “I understand this is all a lot for you, but I’m absolutely sure your father wants nothing more than your happiness.” He agreed with her statement as you both looked over at him. “Exactly! I know you haven’t been keen on all this romantic stuff, but it would be too overwhelming to rule the kingdom on your own. It’s not that your mother and I want to rush you into marriage, we just don’t want to put the entire weight of the kingdom on you alone. And, of course, we want you to be happy with whoever you decide to start a courtship with. That’s why we made sure you’d have so many options tonight.” You understood his reasoning and told him so, but still were nervous on how he would take your decision. As much as his reaction sounded like he’d be open to you courting your lady royal, it didn’t seem definite. 

The dinner concluded, and the ball became more of an informal mingling. Several of the suitors had become intoxicated and started acting more brash and uncouth. You made your way back down to the main floor with Alexandra in tow, choosing a quieter area this time towards a wall. In a few moments, Bradly noticed the both of you and walked over, his gait wobbly, and leaned against the wall with his hand. You started to scoot back, but he adjusted his position to be right over you. Some of the other princes started to gather nearby, either watching what he would do or waiting for their own moment with you. You tried scooting away but then Bradly planted his other hand down boxing you in, “nuh-uh, noohh, you’re not going anywhere, you’re such a pretty little thing. Why waste it on them when you could have me, I –” Alexandra quickly cut him off as she pulled you out from under his arm and into her own, “I’d say that’s quite enough, this is not how a prince is supposed to act.” He stood up, visibly aggravated, “Who are YOU, … to tell ME,.. how to act?!, YOU’RE just an assistant, … I’M a prince, … so I think you–” 

“ENOUGH!” You cut him off.  “I’m not picking any of you!” Your father stood from his seat in shock, your mother with a jaw dropped expression just the same. “You know who I pick?, I pick Alexandra! That’s FINAL! She treats me with care and respect! She can tell when something is off and knows how to help! She has more elegance, maturity, manners, and skill than ANY of you have exhibited thus far during and prior to this ball!”. The entire room was silent, and Alexandra held onto you ready to make a run for it as the tension built in the room. Sure enough princes started screaming and throwing their fits, guests were going wild between their own confusion and the bets several of them had placed on which prince would be chosen. You were overwhelmed with all the yelling and chaos that your frustrated outburst had started. Alexandra, however, was ready. She snapped you out of it and pulled you out the nearest door and into the garden. You both ran, some suitors and guests following. She took you through turns and passages, losing the crowd before running up to your room and locking the door. The chaos was too much, and you just threw yourself onto the bed, her plopping beside you. After a few minutes, you were finally able to collect yourself a bit and take in the reality of what had just happened. You started laughing. Tears formed in your eyes, and Alexandra also laughed beside you. Neither of you really knew how to feel but just had to get all of the tension out of your systems.

“Did I really just do that?” you turned your head to look at her. “I believe you did, darling,” she turned her head to look back at you. “Well, I suppose it’s out now, though all those princes might be mad at me for a while. I don’t take it they’ll fancy coming to our wedding”, you laughed at the latter half of your statement. Alexandra just looked at you wide eyed with the most loving look of admiration gracing her face, “You mean…” You smiled, “Yes darling, I mean I would like to marry you. If you’ll have me, that is.” “Yes! Yes, I’ll have you!” tears formed in her eyes. Neither of you had ever thought you’d really get to this point; it had always seemed like a far out fever dream that you two would ever actually marry each other. "What about your parents, will they be alright with you marrying me?” she asked, a concerned look on her face. You turned on your side and cupped her cheek in your hand, “Why don’t we worry about that tomorrow, and for now… can we just cuddle up and sleep? I kinda don’t want to worry about anything else for tonight.” She giggled and replied, “I think that sounds like a plan,” before getting up and taking your hand in hers to pull you up with her. She then helped you out of your gown and the two of you got out of your formal attire, pulled down your hair, and took off your makeup before cuddling up together and turning in for the night.  

About an hour later, your father opened your door quietly and once he saw you two were there and fast asleep, closed it with a small smile. He had said after all that your happiness came first and he could see Alexandra brought that to you. Frankly, he was glad to know you would be in a loving relationship with her rather than in a questionable one after observing the princes’  behaviors himself at the ball. Although this was rather new and unconventional, your happiness was most important to him and your mother, and they would figure out how to deal with any discourse amongst other royals if need be. There was no reason to worry you about that when you had finally chosen your queen and had a wedding to plan. This was a time for you to be happy with your soon to be wife. 

The End :)

Writer’s speech:

 Hope it’s alright, I haven’t really written in a hot second (lol sorry for that, I’ll try my best not to go awol for a massively extensive period of time again). I guess this would be the first x reader with Alexandra that I’m aware of which I have been saying I’d write for a while now. Anyway, expect more to come, I have several plans and probably some Nana Bassler (anime: Plunderer) x Fem!Reader coming up next. Def will have some extra fluffy romance and flirting planned for her as well as a few spicy fics in the works as well :) Hope y’all have been doing well and I look forward to engaging with y’all and providing y’all with more content soon! 

Note: I would also be glad to get “x fem reader” ideas and maybe requests for the characters I write for, I will be sure to make a post listing those characters later. May also set up a formal sign up for tag lists.

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Valentine’s Ice Adventures - Alma Peregrine x Reader

Oops sorry lol, let’s pretend we are still in valentine’s territory. I got super bogged down with school with projects, papers, assignments and midterms and wasn’t able to finish this story until today but here it is now <3

This was inspired by a post by @evil-feather that I saw on January 2nd requesting a fic of y/n teaching Alma to Ice Skate. I’m not super great at it myself so I started off with ice skating then continued on for a full date with y/n and Alma. Hope you enjoy and apologies I wasn’t able to get this out sooner <3

Further I was thinking of starting a tag list at 100 followers (I am close enough) so do comment or let me know if you want to be on that. I write for Alma and Angie as of right now and am planning for Vesper so do specify which characters you want to be on the list for. :)

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Pairing: Miss Peregrine x Reader

Includes: fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1504

Brief Description: For valentines day you took Alma out to ice skating and tea for the day while Emma, Olive, and Enoch took care of the kids and dinner preparations. When you got home you were surprised with a cute/romantic dinner for 2 set-up in Alma’s study in which the kids all helped to set up as a surprise. 

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It was February 14th, Valentine's day. You had arranged for Emma, Olive, and Enoch to manage the children and the dinner preparations while you and Alma went out for the night. You had planned to take her ice skating then to tea. Before you left, you made sure Alma was in comfortable clothes, which she had to borrow from you, as her usual apparel wouldn’t be particularly fitting for an ice rink. You had walked to the frozen lake ice rink in Cairnholm, signed the waivers, paid for your and Alma’s skates, then made your way to the cubby area. You had swapped out your shoes and laced your skates rather quickly and helped Alma with hers as she wasn’t used to such laces. “There, that should be comfortable while you skate.” As you looked up at her she leaned down, cupping your cheek in her hand, and planted a light kiss on your forehead, “Thank you love.” You smiled and stood up, offering your hand to her and held onto her arm as you both made it over to the entrance of the rink. 

You had stepped onto the ice with Alma, imagining she would be the epitome of grace while you could hardly manage to move quickly without wobbling. However, her usual poise and perfection seemed to escape her in the moment. She immediately grabbed your arm for stability as soon as she stepped onto the ice, no longer having the stability of the padded ground under her feet. As well as she could walk in heels, two blades on the slippery ice were no comparison. You held around her waist causing her to look up at you with slight crimson creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. Never did you imagine you’d see her perfection and poise falter but in this moment you did. You stifled a giggle and the crimson on her face deepened, “what?!” she remarked in a mix of annoyance and confusion. “You’re just cute, that’s all.” She huffed at your statement as you pulled her upright, arm still around her waist. “Here, hold onto me. Bend your knees a bit and lean to the right first, moving your foot out a bit, then to the left. Relax and let me lead until you are comfortable.” There remained a light blush on Alma’s face from the close proximity of your bodies as you moved across the ice. You both swayed to the light music playing from the speakers fastened to the wooden poles structuring the rink. After a bit Alma had finally relaxed in your arms as the two of you rhythmically glided under the lights strung above the ice. It had soon begun to rain and skating seemed to get easier as the water droplets falling from the sky evened out the rink. “Do you want to keep skating?” you asked her as she looked up at the sky. “You know a little rain doesn't bother me.” she scoffed playfully as the two of you continued skating in sync. 

It was nearing 4:00pm when the two of you finally made your way off the rink. The rain had lightened but as Alma joined you to return your skates you held an umbrella over her head. You pulled her close as the two of you left the rink and started walking down the town’s main road. “y/n where are we walking? The loop entrance is that way.” she asked as she gestured to the other side of the island. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you that now would it?” you replied with a playful smirk, earning a huff and an eye roll from Alma. 

In about 3 minutes you had arrived at a tea shop where you had made reservations a few days prior and requested a special set-up at your reserved table. You walked to the attendant, giving him your name, and he walked you over to a private room table with rose petals sprinkled over the white table cloth. You pulled a soft cushioned seat out for Alma and she sat down as she gazed up at you, “Darling, you did all this?”. You sat down as you replied, “Well technically I just requested for the special setup. The lovely staff here are the ones that made it happen.” Her eyebrows furrowed, “Merci ma amore, you didn’t have to do all this.” She smiled as you reached over to cup her cheek in your hand, “I wanted to chérie.” The waiter arrived with the tea and treats you had selected prior: Earl gray and blackberry tea with hints of cocoa and a tray of teal colored lemon-caramel macarons. She seemed surprised as the waiter poured tea into your cups as there was never even a menu brought. “I pre-ordered so we wouldn’t be late for dinner and reset, I know how on schedule you like to be.” She looked at you and smiled, blowing on her tea to cool it before taking a sip. You noticed her visibly relax as you grabbed a macaron and started on your own cup of tea. “How did you think of such a mix of tea?” she asked as she took a macaron. “I took your favorite, then added a couple additional flavors that seemed fitting and reminded me of you; for the tea and the macarons.” She smiled, gazing softly at you, “Well it is a lovely combination.” The two of you sat comfortably in light discussion as you finished your tea and macarons and at precisely 5pm, you both left the tea shop, thanking the staff, and made your way back to the loop. 

Walking back up to the house, you opened the door for her to walk in and were automatically greeted by Claire running up and hugging you with Bronwyn, Hugh and the twins in tow. Emma walked into the hallway, “Just in time for supper. How was your date?” You looked up at her, setting Claire down, “It was lovely, thank you for managing the house while we were out.” “Of course,” she said with a smile. “Speaking of, while you were out, Olive, Enoch and I set something up for you. It is in the study, I do hope you don’t mind Miss Peregrine.” You took Alma’s hand and walked into her book-filled study, to see a table for two set up in the glass semi circle at the end of the study with a white tablecloth and candles which were currently being lit by Olive. The rest of the elegant, vintage furniture had been moved to the sides of the room  in front of the book shelves built into the walls as well as the tall windowed doors. Alma cupped her hands over her mouth, left speechless from such a sweet gesture. Enoch and Jake entered and pulled out the two seats for you and Alma to sit. 

Not a moment after you both took your seats, Claire and Fiona came walking in with two bouquets of freshly picked and de-thorned roses, each bundled together with a navy blue satin ribbon. You smiled as you took one, Alma doing the same, the both of you thanking Claire as she looked at you, happy to have completed her task. “Thank you Claire, Fiona, these truly are the most beautiful roses I have ever received”, at a whisper tone you leaned over closer to them, “And I don’t think I have ever seen Miss Peregrine so speechless so props to that.” They both giggled as they dashed off, out the grand oak doors and back to the kitchen. Moments later the twins entered each with a filled dish and as they walked up to the table to serve you and Alma, Horace came in to set a record on Alma’s vintage gramophone and start the track at a light volume purely for background purposes. You both thanked the three children and as the twins toddled off and Horace walked out with his usual elegance. Right as you turned back to Alma, Emma walked in with a fresh pitcher of tea and poured a glass for the both of you before leaving the pitcher on a small oak table near the one they had set up. “If you need anything we'll be in the dining room. And don’t worry about us, Olive, Enoch and I have everything else under control and on schedule so you two enjoy your dinner.” “Thank you Emma, we will see you at reset.” Alma said before Emma exited the room and closed the oak doors to a crack. The two of you had an hour to enjoy each other’s company before the nightly reset. The room was quiet save for the light pitter patter of the rain and the subtle music playing from the gramophone. You spoke once more holding up your crystal glass, “Happy Valentine's Day ma faucon cherie.” She brought her glass up clinking it to yours, “Happy Valentine's Day ma belle.” 

[rosieperegrine]

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[rosieperegrine]

Movie Night - Alma Peregrine x reader ‐ Miss Zimmerman/Miss Peregrine Crossover

Ms. Zimmerman - Alma Peregrine Crossover

Pairing: Miss Peregrine x Reader

Includes: light angst in reference to “Acceptance - or maybe not?” fluff

Warnings: light angst that may be triggering to some LGBT readers who had poor coming out experiences

Word Count: 1365

Brief Description: After your parents kicked you out of the house, Ms. Zimmerman took you in. You were not completely moved in yet so there were still boxes all over your room. Your girlfriend, Alma Peregrine, came for a visit and was going to spend the night, but the two of you were being subtly cuddly and romantic thinking that Ms. Zimmerman was unaware of your relationship. As it got later you went to ask Ms. Zimmerman where Alma would be for the night and she asked why she wouldn’t be in your room with you. It caused a light trauma response to which Ms. Zimmerman comforted you, telling you that she knew the two of you were together and that there was no need to try and hide it. You later watch a movie together and are cuddled up to Alma as Ms. Zimmerman offers cookies and support. :)

~The Story Begins~

Shortly after being kicked out of the house by your parents, Ms. Zimmerman got word and took you in. Alma helped you move all your stuff into your new room and Ms. Zimmerman helped you to get situated with the magical home. A week passed and you have mostly moved in with the exception of a few boxes still scattered around your room. 

There was a knock at the door and Ms. Zimmerman opened it as you were going through some boxes. You heard two sets of clicking heels coming toward your room as Ms. Zimmerman held a light discussion with the guest. The door opened and you turned around to see Alma thanking Ms. Zimmerman and walking toward you to wrap you in a tight embrace. Ms. Zimmerman smiled and left the room, going back to what she was doing prior. Alma then sat on the bed with you absently messing with your hands as you talked. After an hour you picked up a box which led to Alma helping you organize and sort through the remaining boxes. Once you were finished you got comfortable on the bed cuddled up with Alma and held a light conversation, occasionally hitting the topic of your situation with your parents to which she cuddled up to you reassuring you that everything would be ok and they couldn’t force you back or hurt you since you were of legal age. 

It was nearly time for dinner and you heard the clicking of Ms. Zimmerman’s heels coming down the hall causing you to bolt away from Alma afraid that you would get in trouble for being close or intimate with her. You noticed a slight disappointment in Alma’s expression as Ms. Zimmerman knocked on the door. She didn’t walk in and instead just said, “Dinner is ready in five minutes, is it ok if I come in?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you expected that she would just walk right in after knocking, you hadn’t even expected her to knock at all, and replied, “yeah, we are just sitting here”. She walked in with a box of movies handing them to you. “Why don’t you pick a movie to watch after dinner. If none of these find your fancy Jonathan probably has boxes more up at his place”. You took the box and quickly picked a movie from the top which Alma also looked at with agreement, “How about this one?”. “That looks like a wonderful after dinner movie, I’ll put it in the sitting room for later”. She took the box and the movie and walked out of the room to finish dinner preparations.

 Alma leaned over to you, grabbing your hand, "Darling I'm sure she wouldn't be anything like your parents. I get your reaction though, maybe you just need some time to adjust to them not being around". You looked at her, feeling bad for pushing away from her, and pulled her into a hug just as you heard Ms. Zimmerman calls out, "Dinner’s ready!". You hold each other for a moment before making your way to the dining room. You both walk down the hall and into the dining room to sit at the table as Ms. Zimmerman brings the food out. She sits and you each fill your plate before eating. Midway through dinner with occasional conversation you feel a light touch on your leg. You feel Alma's hand start rubbing circles on your leg and as you put down your knife, you bring your hand down to hold hers. After dinner you both offer to wash the dishes as Ms. Zimmerman cooked, but she waves her hand and the dishes go flying and are suddenly being washed. You look in somewhat confusion as she stands up walking around the table, "Now there are plenty of pillows and blankets in the sitting room already so why don't the two of you cozy up in some pajamas while I get the movie set up". You and Alma stand up, thank her for the dinner, and head to your room to change. 

You finished changing first as you had your usual set of (f/c) pajamas laying out already so you left the room so Alma could choose something from your drawer change. As you were walking out of your room it occurred to you that there was no spare room in Ms. Zimmerman’s house as that room had become yours. You got to the living room to see Ms. Zimmerman sitting on the side of the couch opposite the chase lounge and went over to her to ask where Alma would be sleeping. You slightly caved in on yourself and held your arm, nervous to ask, but figured you'd just get it over with, "Ms. Zimmerman…" you started as she looked at you, head tilting in question. "What is it dear?" She asked in a cheery tone with a tinge of concern at your caved in state. "Well, since I took the spare room I was wondering where Alma would sleep… I can take the couch so she can be more comfortable and sleep in my room...". You trailed off as her eyebrows furrowed in concern, "Well I assumed she would be sleeping with you in your room, the bed is plenty big enough and the two of you have seemed to be cuddly all day. Are you not comfortable sharing the bed? I can take the couch and one of you could take my bed if that's the problem". You brought your hands up in front of you as you slightly backed away, "no no it's nothing like that, I just- my parents never let me have anyone in my room at night and I figured you wouldn't like us sharing the room let alone a bed…" she cut you off with a calming shhh as she pulled you into her arms, "it's ok, this isn't your parents house, you don't have to worry about them here. And I don't mind you sharing a bed with your girlfriend. If anything the two of you can stop trying to hide your affection for each other, you can be open here. It’s  sweet to see the two of you so happy together". You practically turned into a deer in the headlights the second she said girlfriend. "Y-you knew?!" You said, the panic returning as Alma walked in wearing a navy blue pj shirt and shorts set from your drawer. Ms. Zimmerman rolled her eyes, "Of course I knew, its not hard to notice how cuddly you two are with each other. And even if you did want to mess around, since you thought you two sharing a bed would bother me, you're both adults, I would trust you to be safe about it". A light crimson color snuck up your neck onto your cheeks at the last part and only deepened when Alma snaked her arms around your waist and nuzzled her head into your shoulder. "So shall we lay in the pile of pillows on the chase lounge?" She spoke lightly into your ear as a small smirk shown on her lips, undoubtedly from Ms. Zimmerman’s final comment. You just covered your face and she went to lay down first gesturing for you to lay with her. As you did she wrapped her arms around you as the movie started and you nuzzled in close, happy to be in her arms. 

For once you could be together without feeling worry or guilt. Ms. Zimmerman reached over offering you a plate of her cookies as the credits finished and you gladly took them to share with your girlfriend. You laid in Alma’s arms taking in all her warmth as you both shared your snacks and watched the movie cuddled on the couch. You felt Ms. Zimmerman reach over and lightly rub your back in reassurance. You look over to see her smiling and giving you a thumbs up to which you smile back before nuzzling back into Alma’s chest. After the movie you both sleepily brushed your teeth then made your way to your room to cuddle up and fall asleep nuzzled into each other. 

[rosieperegrine]

Game Night

pairing: Angelique Bouchard x Reader

includes: smut, fluff at the end

warnings: 18+, Smut (if you are a child this is not for you)

word count: 1589

brief description: You and Angelique are both witches and have been with one another since Barnabus’s return. It is now modern day and you bought the Mario Kart 8 game for you and Angie to play. She got annoyed with your apparent skill for the game and decided to spice things up to make it more of a challenge for you. Insert vibe, continuing into light smut as you play a few rounds of the game continuing into flat out smut with a bit of fluff at the end. 

Apologies for being so inactive for so long. I got very busy with my university classes then lost the will to write more than just a prompt or idea. It was halfway through break before I was able to get this done but I still have my prompt and idea list to go from. I will try to post some more but as the new semester is starting soon so no promises. Anyway enjoy. 

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It was 2017 and you were in a relationship with Angelique Bouchard. You had met her right before Barnabus’s return and although at first she was merely toying with you, calling you “darling” or “pretty thing”, she had developed feelings for you a few weeks in. That was where your relationship began. Upon Barnabus’s return she had given up on him after being rejected a few times and stuck with you from then on. You had been the one to stop her vengeance plot against Barnabus which ended up saving her life.  It was a few months into your relationship that you had told her about you being a witch but as she was as well, she figured that out on her own. Now in 2017 the two of you were living together comfortably in a large house with a pool, master bedroom, and all the luxuries. She of course still had her own company and you were a successful lawyer. You had just bought a new video game and had gotten her to agree to try. The game was Mario Kart 8, which you happened to be naturally good at to her annoyance. You both sat on the bed in the master bedroom and round after round you took between first and third place. “How are you so good at this?!” she poutily remarked,  furrowing her eyebrows in frustration. You shrug your shoulders saying, “I don’t know, I just am. Maybe it is just luck.” The last part you said brought a small smirk to your face as she scoffed. “Well ‘luck’ I am going to be right back. Don’t start the next round without me”. You watched as she got off the bed and went into the bathroom. You heard her rummaging through a few drawers before she emerged again with a small box in her hand. You furrowed your brows and tilted your head in confusion. "Let's see if you can keep your winning streak with this", she lowly stated with a smirk and darkened eyes. From the box she pulled out a remote control vibrator that was designed to fit snugly under one's panties. You placed your controller on the bed as she crawled over to you and pushed you onto your back. "Are you going to behave for me?" Intrigued, you looked up at her, your eyes widened, and nodded. She slipped your leggings off and panties down before sliding two fingers over your wet folds, prepping you to take the thickness of the vibrator. You squirmed under her wanting more and tried to lean up to kiss her right as she pushed two fingers inside of you causing you to lowly moan. She thrusted in and out for about a minute until she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean. She then grabbed the toy and slipped the thick side of the vibrator into your pussy and adjusted the thinner side perfectly over your clit. She then kissed your forehead before sliding your panties back up, leaving you in a spaghetti strap crop top and your panties. She sat you back up and caressed your cheek before grabbing her controller and her cell phone. "Ok next round" she said with an all too sweet smile while showing her phone with the vibrator controls on it. Your eyes widened and your cheeks went crimson as you clicked on the 'next' button to start the round. As the timer counted down from 3, Angelique set the vibrator onto the first setting causing you to jerk forward and start the race late. You leaned forward and closed your legs in front of you to relieve some of the sensation to which Angie quickly pulled you back up and instructed you to sit legs apart again. You let out a whine as you had finally made it up to 2nd place but she warned you to do so before she pulled your legs apart herself. With a defeated huff you did as you were told and immediately started squirming around a bit knowing that in this case she wouldn't be spreading your legs to pleasure you. You quickly fell to 3rd place then 4th but were able to adjust to the vibrations and maintain your place there. You just barely finished the race in 3rd place to Angelique's annoyance. She let out a devious laugh as you started the next race and amped the vibration level up 3 more settings causing you to moan and squirm around. You managed to bring yourself to composure and keep up the race after a few moments but your legs were shaking violently as you tried not to fall too far behind. For the duration of the race you let out whines from the pleasure and felt yourself coming close to an orgasm but held off until you finished the race, this time in 5th place. As you crossed the finish line you fell back letting out a breathy moan as you climaxed and Angie looked down at you brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Aww sweetie, you know there's one race left, can't call it quits now can you?" She asked innocently as you huffed from the continuing vibrations. "O-ok l-last one" You manage to stutter in between breaths. She takes your controller and selects 'final race' then hands it to you. You take it in your hands still on your back and scoot up as much as you can to lay your head on her lap instead of trying to sit back up. "Let's make this last one the hardest yet, shall we?" She says with a smile as she takes her phone in her hand. You look at her with exasperation, unable to say anything as she maxes out the vibration level causing you to scream out in pleasure, dropping your controller as you grip the blankets on the bed. She goes through the race and it times out marking you in last place. Still letting out whines and moans with your eyes shut tight after hitting a second climax, Angelique puts up the controllers and turns off the TV before kneeling between your spread legs. She runs two fingers up the fabric of your panties with the vibrator still at full power, "My you are rather soaked aren't you darling?". You nod your head as she finally turns the toy off and pulls your panties down, throwing them to the side. You look up at her with pleading eyes, "p-please, I-I’m close to f-finishing" You beg. "Are you? Well you've been good so I guess we can let you finish" she says in a low tone as she grabs the toy and starts thrusting it in and out of your already throbbingly sensitive pussy. You moan and whine at every thrust with her slow pace as she reaches up and tears off your top to start kneading one of your breasts. She turns the vibrations back on at half speed and you let out a loud "ohhhhh". She moves her hand from your breasts to your thigh as she leans down and starts kissing down your lower stomach. Once she reaches your clit she lays a light kiss on it before she sucks, licks, and nips at it causing your hips to jolt. She brings her hands up to unbutton her shirt and undress herself before turning off the vibrator and coming up to caress your cheek. You let out a whine and she brings a finger to your lips, "shhh, I'll let you finish right after you finish me off". She turns around straddling your face with her legs and you understand what she wants. As you grab her hips to bring her pussy to your lips she turns the vibrations back on and continues to play with your clit. She begins to lick at your folds from time to time between thrusts of the toy, occasionally moaning into your pussy from her own pleasure. You start thrusting two fingers into her wet folds and quickly speed up the pace causing her to loudly moan and whimper into your pussy and clit almost pushing you over. You knew better than to finish before her however so you nipped at her clit and added a third finger as you spanked her ass with your other hand knowing it would finish her off. She screamed out as her pussy squirted juices onto your face and chest. After she was able to compose herself enough to focus back on you she growled out a "good girl" before slipping her long tongue into you alongside the vibrating toy and writhing it around causing you to scream and climax the hardest you ever had. She removed her tongue and continued to pump the toy in and out of you as your cum squirted out a bit allowing you to fully ride out your climax. Once you finally came down she cleaned you up and turned back around to lay beside you. You were still shaking so she pulled you into her chest lacing one hand into your hair and pressing the other on your back absently tracing circles with her thumb while whispering praises into your ear. You cuddled into her and took in all her warmth as her soft breathing lulled you into a mindless bliss. She gently kisses your forehead whispering "bonne nuit mon amour" ("goodnight my love" ) into your ear before nuzzling into you as you both fall asleep from the post climax feeling.

[rosieperegrine]

Late Night Snack - Miss Peregrine x reader fluff

before I start I would like to apologize for being inactive. I was in the process of transferring data so I had a friend holding onto my fanfiction documents while I was doing that (which is good since several of my documents were deleted) I will try to double post to make up for missing a week though :)

pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader

Includes: Fluff

Word Count: 579 ;-;

brief description: as this was a tiktok prompt, it is short. you got hungry in the middle of the night and went to get some pizza from the kitchen. you had been cuddled up to Alma but your absence woke her up

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it. IIt was the middle of the night when you woke up from hunger, your stomach aching and grumbling ever so slightly as you recalled that you hadn't had much for dinner. Last night's main course was fish, and you couldn't stand the taste of fish. Alma offered to cook you something else, but you declined saying you weren't that hungry anyway.

Alma's arm was wrapped around you, both of you were still cuddled close. You carefully turn your body and lift her hand off of your torso. She let out a small groan and you sat still on the edge of the bed until you were sure that she was still sound asleep. You carefully slide off the bed and make your way to the kitchen. You were sure there was some leftover pizza in the fridge from the night before. You walk down the stairs and finally make it to the kitchen door, slowly and carefully opening it wide enough to slip through. Once you were inside, you turned to close the door as quietly as you could so as to not wake anyone up. You make your way to the fridge and open it, looking to see if the pizza was still there. You finally find it, take a few pieces, and put them in a pan on the stove to reheat. You grab a plate and place it on the counter before returning your attention to the stove, turning it on and setting a not-too-loud timer so as not to make too much noise. You stand there in the darkness as the pizza warms up, the only light coming from the flame on the stove. 

Time passes slowly as you wait and you begin to zone out a bit, still tired from having woken in the middle of the night. As your eyes begin to close ever so slightly you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist and a head nuzzle into your neck. Too tired to think much of it, you lean your head against the one nuzzled into you. "Why'd you leave me?" You hear Alma’s sleepy voice ask with the slightest hint of an exhausted whine. You realize that your sudden absence from cuddling must have woken her up. "I'm sorry love, I was just hungry." You replied as the timer went off indicating your pizza was finished heating up. You rub her arms gently before taking your pizza out of the pan. You slide it onto the plate on the counter behind you and hold onto her arms with one hand, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth while eating with the other hand. You hear a light pouty groan come from Alma as she moves her head onto your shoulder. You move the pizza closer to her offering her a bite and she happily leans into you to take one. The two of you share the pizza and once you finish it you rinse off your dish and put it in the sink. Alma wraps her arm around you and pulls you into her as you make your way out of the kitchen. You both walk up the stairs and back into her room. She lets you get into bed first then climbs in after you, pulling the covers over the both of you. She pulls you in close with her arm around you and you nuzzle into her as her warmth engulfs you and lulls you to sleep.

[rosieperegrine]

Nightmares from the Past - Alma Peregrine x Reader

This is what y’all get this week. I have been loaded with assignments and studying so not really any time for much writing.

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pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader

Includes: Fluff and a Nightmare

Word Count: 863 ;-;

brief description: you were sleeping with Alma beside you and had an off-putting nightmare. She woke you gently and comforted you.

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You had finally fallen into a slumber after an hour of tossing around to Alma’s dismay. You both slept peacefully cuddling close under the warm layered blankets of your bed as the hours passed. Then in the early hours of the morning your dream begins, except it was more of a trauma inflicted nightmare than a dream. Dreams didn’t cause you to cry in your sleep. This did. It begins with you back on the playground in your middle school talking to a girl who seemed to be your friend. The odd thing however is this girl was not from your middle school at all. You recognize her as one of the girls you had met in your last year of high school. Being deep in your slumber however your brain seemed to register this as normal. The bell rings and you start to walk to where everyone lines up at the end of recess. You walk with your friend down a paved stone pathway that is lined with flower covered white fencing. This part was influenced by your high school for sure but it still felt like it was your middle school reality. You continued to walk, your friend ahead of you when a pair of boys, who often picked on you, came up and cut you off. You attempt to walk around them but they continue to cut you off and give a snide smirk as they do so. Your friend gets further away so you walk faster, pushing past the boys. The path seems to narrow as they catch up to you and pass you up. You walk even faster and then before you know it you are at the end of the path and up where the lines are, your 8th grade homeroom teacher standing at the front. He looks at you with a glare upon his face and reprimands you, “you know you are supposed to WALK to the lines. Since you seem to be in such a rush you can stand over to the side here and wait for the rest of the class to form their lines and walk in.” You look at him but stop yourself from protesting. Your friend is heading the line with the two boys not far behind her. You see them stifling their laughter as they whisper amongst themselves and bow your head. This hadn’t been the first time they led you into trouble and got off clean themselves. You look at the school building, which oddly resembles that of the school you attended from kindergarten through fifth grade, then bring your glance anywhere but the lines. As if being singled out wasn’t humiliating enough you hear the boy who bullied you most coming from behind you as the class began to walk inside. Rather than walking inside however he came and started to taunt you, “What happened, not with your friend”, he sarcastically questioned. He proceeded to make a scene for all to see as you began to tear up. Your facade fell as your legs gave into a squat. He continued his train of remarks until nearly everyone was inside. The last few students were making their way to their respective lines when you saw two teachers walking toward you. They were both from the high school you attended but in your slumber it somehow made sense that they were at your middle school. They came over to you and one squatted down to comfort you and give you a hug as the other glared at your home room teacher and the boy. The boy shrunk back for a moment then huffed a proud laugh and trailed in with the last of your classmates. As you were being comforted and your homeroom teacher proceeded inside, seemingly annoyed, the confusing scene started to fade out. Your girlfriend, Alma Peregrine, was slightly shaking you in an attempt to wake you. You slowly came to as you noticed your damp face and a worried shake in Alma’s voice. “Darling what’s wrong, is everything ok?” She says with a small hitch in her voice. “You lightly groan before responding, “yeah, just a bad dream”. She gently wiped the tears off your face. There is a moment of silence as you take a breath. “Want to talk about it?”, she asks in a gentle voice. You nod then explain the nightmare and how it centered in your middle school while also having elements from your elementary and high school. You had begun to tear up again as you explained everything so Alma pulled you closer in comfort in hopes of calming you down, “hey, hey, I’m right here darling. It’s ok, it is all over, it was all a bad dream. It’s ok now.” You rub your eyes and sniff back your remaining tears as you nuzzle into her chest, finally calming down. You both lay in silence for a few moments before you finally speak, “I love you Alma”.  She gently strokes your head as you cuddle into her embrace “I love you too darling”. She pulls you closer as you both fall back into a slumber for the remainder of the night.

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