#I love talking about myself one of my favorite hobbies fr | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kurogane2512 · 1 year ago

Note

hi! this is my first time making uhh a request? on tumblr so please forgive me if it's... weird or wrong in any way. i just wanted to ask if you could write opera singer Signora and reader? the idea popped into my head when i was listening to her battle theme on repeat. It could be anything you want, really... like comforting her before an important concert or giving her a bouquet of flowers and praising her after the show or cuddling with exhausted Signora after said concert... anything you come up with. you don't have to write it if you don't want to or you don't see it that way obviously. thanks!

Anon this is literally one of my favorite requests of all time, bless you fr. I have had so many hcs of what Signora could be if not a Harbinger and a professional singer (specifically opera singer) is one of my favorite hcs exactly cause of her lore and theme song <3

Side note this is the first Signora request I have had in a long time and I'm so happy to see people haven't forgotten her for new Harbingers :)

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: La Signora x fem!reader

Type: Fluff (modern au, childhood friends to lovers, insecure and envious reader, kissing, very slight angst)

"Y/n? Hi, how are you!?" Rosalyne spoke on the phone, the two of you were catching up after months.

"I'm fine. What about you? How are the shows going?"

"Oh, they are great! It's exhausting but I'm having so much fun!"

You smiled bitterly, "That's great to hear. I hope you are taking care of your health."

"Mhm, don't worry. I have to maintain my physique for the shows; and I have a trainer as well now~"

"That's good. Are you—"

"Ms Signora? It's time for your rehearsal."

Someone spoke from Rosalyne's end, making you bite your tongue and hold back from speaking. Signora was her stage name, and her crew referred to her by it as part of professional courtesy.

"Oh, is it time already? Just give me a moment, I'll be there soon."

Rosalyne replied to the person then came back to the phone, "Sorry about that. What were you saying, Y/n?"

You hesitated to continue, "....Oh, nothing much. Just the usual, don't mind me. You have a busy schedule to keep up with."

"Are you sure? I can spare a few more minutes...."

"No no, it's fine. We can talk any time later. You go and all the best."

Rosalyne smiled, "Thank you, Y/n. Goodbye then~"

"Bye..."

You put down the phone and let out a sigh then laid down on the couch you were currently sitting on, you lost track of how many times something like this had happened ever since her career began. You both were supposed to be best friends since childhood, Rosalyne was always more popular and sought-after than you given her beauty and pleasant behavior. However, there were a few secrets about her that only you knew hence you two were closer than most knew.

You grew up as neighbors, she was your girl next door. Her biggest secret you found out was that she was a great singer; she used to sing alone in her bedroom whenever her parents weren't home and you could easily hear her. You eventually revealed this and she pleaded you to not tell anyone as her parents didn't want her to pursue it so she kept it as a hobby. Unknowingly, you became her comfort. She could sing freely in front of you and only you.

A golden opportunity eventually came when a singing competition was being held in the next city and you secretly signed her up. She was elated that you did that but also very nervous, you gave her all the encouragement she needed and she appeared in the contest. Although, she didn't win, she got noticed by a decent number of recruiters and accepted the offer of the owner of the opera house in the capital city.

"She's doing great there while me....? I'm dragging myself through these assignments and projects I have no interest in....Why did I take up this course? I can't complain, it was my own choice but...."

Tears formed in your eyes; you missed Rosalyne, you missed your one and only friend.....and the love of your life. You never told a soul that you had a crush on her since childhood, and now it seemed impossible for you to confess to her. The last time you had seen her was almost 6 months ago, you were in different states most of the time and she was always busy with her shows.

The opera house owner initially gave her a role in one of the plays there but the positive response for her brought in more opportunities and she quickly got her own solo performance there followed by touring around the country for special shows. You had realized she reached a place out of your reach; you had no talent in performing arts, at most you could held in backstage but it was no respectable job.

"....I need to complete these assignments. Guess I'll play one of those...."

You browsed through your phone and plugged in your headphones before playing a familiar song and closing your eyes, it was one of Rosalyne's performances that you loved to hear whenever you missed her or needed some comforting. You were, of course, happy for her success. You knew how passionate she was about it and were happy to know she was in a place she liked; you couldn't help but feel that she left you behind. Yet you couldn't blame her for it as it was your own inability to not be able to follow her......

"She's practically a celebrity now....she has so many fans and followers. I bet some famous actors even like her....maybe she already got confessed to a few times. I don't know....she doesn't tell me anything except the success of her shows. Well, we barely get time to talk about anything else...."

Some days later, you were having a particularly upsetting day as you failed to turn in some projects and lost credits that could potentially make you repeat the semester. You knew what the problem was, and you promised you'd make up for it. You decided to give a call to Rosalyne to have a small chat with her, hoping to uplift your mood. It didn't matter what you talked about, you just wanted to hear her.

"Ms Signora, a call for you." a makeup artist handed Rosalyne her phone as she was currently getting ready for her show, a smile formed on her face seeing your name on the screen.

"Hi, Y/n, what's up? Did you call to wish me luck?~"

".....You are having a show, Rosa?"

"I will in....approximately 20 minutes so we'll have to be a little quick~"

You bit your lower lip and furrowed your brows; of course, you should have expected this.

"I see. All the best then...."

Rosalyne sensed your strange discomfort, "....Are you okay, Y/n? Do you want to say something?"

"N-No, I'm fine. I had no particular reason to call, just wanted to know how you are...."

"....I see. I'll call you after the show then."

"Sure, that's fine."

That night, you curled up on your bed and cried yourself to sleep while hoping for Rosalyne to call but the call never came, you couldn't deny you expected no better. Weeks passed and you didn't talk to her at all, not even any messages. Until one day you received a mail containing tickets to her next show along with all travel and stay arrangements followed by a message from Rosalyne telling you about it and asking you to come.

Well, fortunately you were going to start your semester break when the show was scheduled hence accepted. It was very surprising to you that she did this but you were nevertheless excited to see her. On the day you reached, you were picked up by her manager and taken straight to the venue while your belongings were kept at the hotel. You requested to buy a small bouquet on the way then were escorted to your seat which was the VIP corner of the auditorium, offering the best view and sound in the place.

You requested to meet Rosalyne before the show so you could give her the bouquet but were denied due to the tight schedule hence had the bouquet sent over through her manager. The show began soon after and Rosalyne came on the stage wearing a dazzling pure white dress with a shimmering border, her platinum blonde hair half tied into rose buns and the rest freely hanging. She smiled looking at the audience then the orchestra began playing and the next thing you knew, you were entranced by her.

She sparked like a bright star on the stage, her powerful yet melodious voice soared through the audience and uplifted everyone, your heart beats matched the beats of her song and you were lost in her rhythm and flow, completely enraptured by her. You didn't know she had improved so much in the time you had been apart, all you did was listen to her old shows but you could tell she was even better than before.

You felt like you were in a different world, a different realm altogether with her voice as sole guide. You couldn't take your eyes off her even for a moment, she truly held the skills to capture an audience with her voice alone. In the end, she suddenly turned towards you and your eyes met as she smiled and sang the final note looking at you. You didn't know if that was intentional or just your imagination but you were enthralled.

Once the show ended with an endless round of applause and a standing ovation, you were finally escorted to her dressing room backstage. A crowd cameramen and anchors was gathered outside the door but nobody was let in, you were taken in through the backdoor and finally met your love once again.

"Ms Signora, Ms Y/n is here."

"Oh, come in come in!"

Rosalyne happily allowed you in and stood up as soon as you entered, "Surprise!~"

She mused as she smiled widely and you smiled back then she practically ran up to you and embraced you, "I'm so glad you came, Y/n!~"

"Thanks for calling me, Rosa."

She hugged you tighter, "Oh, I was dying to hear that! How was it?! How did I do?!"

She released the hug and held your wrist while bringing you to the sofa and sitting down together, "You were great, of course! It was truly amazing....I-I don't have any words...."

"Aww, don't flatter me that way, Y/n. Be honest with me...."

"I am, it's the absolute truth. I-I really can't describe it in words, I'm so proud of you, Rosa."

Rosalyne smiled brightly and hugged you once again, you reveled in each other's embrace for a while before she pulled away, "Oh, thank you for the bouquet. It was lovely~"

"Hehe, your favorites, right?~"

"Mhm, you know me so well~"

You gazed into each other's eyes before she smiled and stood up, "Let's go home, I'm really hungry~"

"Where do you live....?"

"Oh, they didn't tell you? I'm in the same hotel as you; in fact, right next door. So, we can stay together until late and catch up as much as we want, just like old times~"

You looked at her wide-eyed then nodded with a smile and followed her out to her car then were dropped at the hotel and taken to her room. You sat on the bedside and waited as she changed into more comfortable clothes and removed her make-up, you ordered some food for you through the room service facility while she came out.

"Ah, it's been so long since sat together this way. How have you been, Y/n? How are your studies going?"

"Oh...it's fine, I barely managed to pass this semester but it's ok, I won't be held back."

Rosalyne gave a soft smile, "I know you are smart enough to pursue something so difficult. Do ask me for help if you ever want to, I'll support you however I can."

You recalled the incidents where you wanted to talk to her in hopes of receiving comfort but were denied, you smiled bitterly and nodded.

"I know, thank you. What about you? When is your next show?"

"Hehe, there's no show until next week. That's why I called you this time, we can go around the city together and hang out. It's been so long since we went out~"

"Hehe, I'll look forward to it."

"Aaaaand, I also have an exciting news~"

"Oh? What is it?"

Rosalyne giggled and took a deep breath then announced, "I was offered to sing the main theme of an upcoming movie!"

Rosalyne brimmed with happiness and excitement as she declared that, all you could do was think how much farther she'd go away now but you didn't want to ruin her happiness.

"Oh my god! That's great, Rosa! What movie is it?!"

"Hehe, I can't tell you yet but they will officially announce all the cast including my role within the next week so you'll find out soon enough! I can tell you that it's by a famous director you have heard of~"

"Wow, that's amazing....I-I'm speechless. I'm so happy for your success, Rosa...."

You tried to sound as cheery as possible but tears were forming in your eyes. Rosalyne was quick to sense that you weren't being genuine, you may have not met for a long time but she knew your habits and behavior well.

"....You don't seem happy, Y/n. What is it?"

"W-What? No, of course I'm happy for you. You totally deserve it and if the movie is good then you'll get even more opportunities like that....Y-You can practically become a celebrity singer now....Of course, I'd be happy!"

Rosalyne stared at you in disbelief, "Don't try to fool me, Y/n. You should remember I can look past you in seconds. Tell me, what is it? Do you not want me to do this?"

Your lips trembled and you looked away, "....Even if I didn't want you to, it's not like I can make you not do it. I have no right to...."

She was taken aback then gently cupped your face, "Talk to me, Y/n. What is it? What's going on in your mind?"

"H-How does it matter what's going on in my mind?! It's not like you are ever there to listen!" you suddenly shouted, making both of you surprised.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean that! I'm really sorry, I-I'll just go I'm not feeling well. Forget what I just said, please don't take it—"

You stopped speaking as she suddenly embraced you, keeping your head near her chest and tenderly stroking it.

"I know....I know I have neglected you and our friendship."

"What? N-No, that's not the case—"

"I fully accept the blame, Y/n. You don't have to hide it, I know it very well. That's the main reason I arranged for you to come here today, so that we could finally spend time together like the friends we are."

Tears formed in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around her, "I....I missed you a lot....s-so much all this time....I wanted to talk to you many times b-but you....you were always busy and I knew I can't interfere. I felt so l-lonely.....and alone....I just wanted you to be around to listen, nothing else....T-Then, I started feeling that I'm far away from you now....y-you are famous and have so many fans, your career is going great while me...I'm a nobody. I'm just an ordinary student trying to complete my degree....what right do I have to know someone like you—"

"Stop....Don't say anymore...." Rosalyne suddenly whispered before pulling away and cupping you face, tears forming in her eyes too.

"How dare you think that way? Don't you remember what you did for me? The whole reason I'm here today is because of you! How did you think I would ever forget that and abandon you?! That....that stupid competition you applied in for me is what got me here! Don't you dare speak as if I have forgotten all the times you supported me!"

You looked at her in surprise, unable to believe her sudden outburst.

"I know I haven't been there for you recently and I'm sorry about that! I truly am...But don't even think for a second that I will abandon you!"

She leaned closer and you suddenly felt a soft sensation on your lips, you realized it was her lips cuddling with yours gently.

".....I love you, Y/n. I don't want us to be just friends anymore....Be my girlfriend. I promise I won't neglect you and I will treat you right, I will love you and care for you just like you did for me all this time."

More tears flowed down your cheeks as she tenderly wiped them with her thumb while you nodded.

"Me too....I love you too, I have loved you since we were kids....And it's okay, I'm not angry with you anymore. All I wanted was to hear that you are still with me....."

"I promise I will be."

You smiled at each other then she pushed you down on the bed and connected her lips with yours in a heated manner, you kissed roughly and passionately as if you were starved of each other. Her hands interlaced with yours as she licked your lips and rolled her tongue with yours, intensely kissing you. She then proceeded to plant kisses on your jaw followed by moving down your neck when a knock was heard on the door.

"Room service."

Both of you chuckled together then sat up and allowed the waiter in to keep the food. You both then proceeded to eat together happily, reveling in your new relationship and promising to keep each other happy.

#genshin women #la signora #signora x reader #la signora x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader

94 notes · View notes

galaxycunt · 1 year ago

Text

Thanks for the tag @gingernut1314

Figured this was a good way to introduce myself since I have new followers so hehehe be my friend don’t be shy I love yapping

Last song: dream house- deafheaven (yes I’m listening to sunbather I’m a nerd 😔)

Favorite color: pink but I have a lot of things in pastel purple lmao bring back pastel goth fr

Last movie/Tv show: I’m grinding thru one piece but I watched the curse the other day and nathan fielder you done it again

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. I’m the dessert guy on thanksgiving I’m making pecan pie (something Evans fam never had which is like ?? Im not that southern am I??) and cranberry sauce. I have extra cranberries so I’m either gonna make sweet tamales with them or do a cranberry tart idk yet

Relationship status: been with Evan for 6 years this Jan, married for 3 😎 it’s sweet and cringe I know but all my fics take inspo from our relationship even the stupid bad parts bc I’m sorry guys online is my diary lmaoooo

Last thing I googled: what happens next, which is a webcomic about a guy who helped his friend who killed his girlfriend when they were teens and what happens after he gets released and basically what he has to do with his life now

Current Obsession: one piece 😔 the guy I’m the assistant to at work is also super into now so literally we spend half our daily meetings just talking about it bc I’m almost caught up with him lmaoo im getting paid to obsess about one piece

I do have hobbies tho I swear I’m getting back to ceramics bc I bought clay and tools for a class awhile ago and I was depressed so I bailed on the class so I figured I can just use the studio space to mess around and see if I can just do that instead of learning

#about me #I’m weird sorry

7 notes · View notes

13personalities · 5 months ago

Text

My Tumblr Passport

I’ve seen several of these around and decided to do one for myself

1. My name is/what you guys can call me:

Melaniah, but Mel and Lana work too

2. Age/Age range:

13-16

3. My birthday is on:

May 26

4. My favorite color is:

Purple, but, like specifically lavender and black

5. Do I have pets? If yes how many?

I have a bunny and do chickens count?

6. My favorite animal is:

Bunny. Currently the only animal I can tolerate because I generally don’t really like animals but I love our pet bunny

7. My zodiac sign is:

I think Gemini?

8. The traits that describe me best are:

Uhhh sarcastic, straight A’s student, lazy procrastinator, creative (when the mood strikes) and occasionally insane

9. My opinion on life is:

It changes (drastically) depending on my current mood

10. What I think about people on Tumblr:

I like most of them

11. My best friend on Tumbir is:

@julia-lokidottier @redmoss-reefshark (basically my two irl besties)

12. My hobbies are:

Reading, writing, drawing, (the creative stuff basically), professionally hiding from my siblings, acting like I’m asleep, and complaining :)

13. Am I hurt/ struggling with people on Tumblr?

I mean there was that little spat with the dazai anon but no, not really.

14. Am I awkward when it comes to talking to people on Tumblr?

I guess yeah, I’m not used to talking about my opinions

15. Do I tend to be more introverted/extroverted or ambiverted?

Ambiverted I think

17. The best thing about Tumblr is:

its like filled with media I’m willing to consume (memes) and stuff on my fandoms

18. The worst thing about Tumblr is:

the occasional hater. Eh well, even then, it’s kinda funny. It’s probably the people who are fr racist, homophobic, etc.

19. Do I like anime/manga?

I haven’t read much manga (it’s hard to obtain around my mom) but I do really enjoy anime

20. What are my fandoms

I absolutely cannot write down every fandom of mine. I literally have an entire (probably mile long) detailed list of them in my notes app

21. My sexual orientation is: (Feel free to skip this question if you're uncomfortable/don't know yet)

Straight. Maybe ace but I’ll figure that out later in life.

22. Am I single/taken/prefer not to say:

Single but preferably so. I’m not looking for a romantic relationship or anything

23. My pronouns are: (Feel free to skip this question if you're uncomfortable/don't know yet)

She/her

24. I mainly use Tumblr for:

to waste my time lol

25. How long have I been on Tumbir for?

Very recently

26. Please give your opinion on this survey (optional)

Uhh not bad

27. Tag one mutual/follower/friend!

I already technically tagged my irl besties so, @frankie--the--fox @zestylemonsz @neo-theicecreamkid

I’ll gladly answer any questions :)

#Tumblr passport #all about me #its weird to talk about me #But whatever

3 notes · View notes

taegularities · 11 months ago

Note

hi! I'm really sorry if this comes out as awkward or like really out of the blue, but I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate you writing and consistently posting stuff, and being excited about sharing your works with your fans. being one such fan myself, I am so glad to have found you during my tumblr phase (I think it's more than a phase now, lmao). if I was reading a book and a notification of you posting popped up on my phone, I'd leave whatever I was reading to read your stories. I'm mostly a silent reader, and I don't interact much, but I can't begin to tell you how much joy your writing has given me. I can't even explain it in words, your writing inspires me so much that I started writing as well :). picked up that novel I left a year ago, and it's kinda progressing(?). I'm sure you're a busy person, but you having the time to reply to your readers and posting consistently really shows how dedicated you are. I'm not saying that if you decided not to, it means your not dedicated, taking a break is important as well, but I have come to really appreciate and admire how you take the time to do so.

over jeweled hills was the first fic that I read from this blog, and safe so say, I was hooked from the very first sentence I read from that story. I couldn't help myself but go through your master list, and it was truly a wonderful experience. I love your writing style and your plots and everything, because of how beautifully it is put.

also, that yjhd fic that you wrote like two years ago? a thousand reasons why - that one? I have been building the courage to say something to you ever since you posted that. yjhd was a childhood favorite of mine, lmao. the soundtrack is still present in almost every one of my playlists. when I read your fic about it, I just felt so nostalgic. you wrote it so well, and I went to watch it again after eight long years. since I was young back then, I didn't understand bunny at all. but after reading your fic and watching it again, it made me reconsider what I felt about him, and really just changed my perspective. everything about that fic was just so perfect. the relationships in between the characters, the chemistry, the reunion with reader and jungkook, everything.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to make this a long ask, but you're just so wonderful, really. thank you so much for all that you write. maybe it's just a hobby of yours, but I'd like to remind you that it brings a lot of us comfort. thank you.

this is not awkward at all… oh gosh, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, are you kidding 🥺 and i don't mind this being long, i'm gushinnngggg :(( woah, you read over jeweled hills? it's been so long that i even thought of that one, i'm so happy you liked it!! 😭 and ahh atrw :( it's my favourite movie as well, and i tried my best to capture the emotions well, so i'm truly flattered you liked it so much and that it could help you understand the characters better wow what the heck :(( seriously, tysm for being here and sticking around.

i'm so glad you found your way here, too, and i appreciate it to bits that you reached out despite usually being a silent reader. and also like… you put your novels aside to read my stuff? goddd, can i give you a tight hug fr, love, like 😭 and it's super fkn cool that you started writing and that it's progressing, too!! i hope you've been having fun with it 🥺 no honestly, thank you so so much. i don't even have the words to express my gratitude lol like idk what to say except tysm 😭 i know writing to someone can be difficult and intimidating at times, but if you ever want to talk or reach out again, i'll be here 🫂🥺 love you!!!! 🤍

#you bring me so much comfort too #ty ty ty <3333 #notes for rid 🌹#anon

4 notes · View notes

sparkles-oflight · 1 year ago

Text

Writing Original Characters – a rant that might be useful

Hello, everyone. This is a post different than usual. If you don’t know me, first of all, “hi” and second, I should probably talk about my experience in story writing beforehand.

I’m currently a 19-year-old student in communications (I’m not a native English speaker as you might be able to tell), but I also used to be a multimedia student in high school. I started writing and adapting scripts when I was 12 as a fun hobby with my friends, but I also found interest in writing at a young age – though you can say that passion of mine always stayed “saved” in a drawer. I truly started writing scripts for school at 15/16 and I still do, as well as short fictional stories for my personal entertainment. This next university semester, I’m also planning on taking scriptwriting classes. At some point in my life, I also wanted to be a critic of cinematography in videoclips, series, games etc. but that was just another idea I set aside. Even though I keep my ideas to myself, I’m currently writing a fanfic related to a band (it’s a Slovenian band called Joker Out, I truly recommend their music).

Just like in “actual writing” – whatever that might mean to you – when you bring life to original characters, you want your audience to feel something towards them. I’ve recently finished writing chapter 7 of my fanfiction and while I adored writing these past two chapters, they kind of “destroyed” my perception of my favorite chapter until then (Chapter 4). I’ll not go into heavy detail for the sake of avoiding spoilers for the two people who are reading it (I’m not joking, I’m this passioned about something that a maximum of 2 people are reading), but I got myself rooting for the “we didn’t work out” couple instead of the main ones.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it, after all, my original character had a personality, a background, and character flaws that are crucial to any character in any media format (and trust me, I’ve been in a rabbit hole of character and movie writing analysis videos lately) - it’s the way your audience gets to connect with your character.

However, I made a huge mistake. You see, even though I try to write in the POVs of the characters, I decided to break the “archetype” of “Oh, cutsie new character is in love with x and y person and they have to choose who they like. Here ya go: a list of all things they have done in their life”. In my story, I decided that the character already pre-existed and had already interactions with the characters pre-story. And it’s not until chapter 4 where we first get their POV which also doesn’t explain much about the character… So, by the time we get to chapter 6 – which, again, I’ll not dive into– we still know nothing about this character and. We know their name, their age, their love for their country and their job, and that they are a little bit emotional and apologetic.

As I wrote more, I’ve come to realize that the only chance I’ll get “to fix” my character for it to still be likable is by getting more info out of them or else the story will just get boring and annoying. I thought I hated the character because I made the mistake of making it so similar to me. In reality, the character just lacks information. It’s good to hold back some information from the reader, but not too much. I know all their traumas, I know all my character went through and I know why their flaws make them great, but the reader doesn’t.

Honestly, the conclusion to this personal rant of mine is: Don’t be afraid to give information to your audience. People need something to relate to and especially in this day and age where the spam of our concentration was somehow reduced to less than a fucking goldfish. More than just telling compelling or realistic stories, have characters whose stories people want to dive into and learn more about, and share them in an interesting way.

If you’ve made it so far down here, hi again. Thank you for reading this. And feel free to share your thoughts and comments and other writing tips you might consider important. I want this space to feel safe for young writers and open for debate any time ;) I might be a little chaotic most days, but hey, deep down I have some nice thoughts as well… And don’t be like me: a little bitch who never follows their dreams ^^’ cya soon.

#i thought about this after my driving class lmaoooo #writers on tumblr #writings #writeblr #writing #original characters #original writing #writing rant #random rant #rant #fanfictions #fanfics #writing tips

5 notes · View notes

doing-something-unholy · 2 years ago

Note

(dream anon) oh you can't go wrong with hozier. fall out boy too, that new album is so good. [they turn back to face him, staying by the panini press as it only takes a few minutes for each sandwich. and maybe they did let themself indulge in a thought about florence playing in the kitchen as they cooked together or maybe danced slowly--maybe they were just a bit smitten, but they were even though they were trying not to think on it. anyway. the sandwich still has another minute so they lean against the counter, still looking at him. they can't help another little laugh when he says he has some hymns saved; of course he does (and it's adorable.)] i do think florence welch makes a lot of sense for you. hymns too, of course. as for me, fall out boy is one of my favorites. i can't help but love my chemical romance. i also really like sleigh bells--the band, not the uhhh bells. [they laugh lightly again.] // omgggggg me 🤝 father adrian i have literally said 'i am totally getting a good grade in social interaction […]' xD for what it's worth fr adrian is absolutely getting an a+ in social interaction, it's possible to achieve AND normal to want !! (also also: father adrian has Excellent taste <3)

No? No Christmas music year-round?

[Slight laugh at my own dumb joke.]

I haven't heard of them before, I'll have to listen to that. I do like my chemical romance, though I'll admit I'm only a very casual fan of theirs.

[We talked about languages, they asked about music, what should I say next? I've never been great at keeping a conversation going smoothly outside of work. The Bible and Tradition provide 'scripts,' I know what I'm supposed to say, but a regular conversation has too many options. Or more frequently, I find myself with none coming to mind.]

Um, what... do you do for fun? Any interesting hobbies?

#confession #dream anon #we're just having a conversation via these puppets at this point lmao

2 notes · View notes

chanstopher · 2 years ago

Note

hello dreamy; hope you’re well ❤️ we’re pretty similar in some aspects :o i love making gfx the most too since it’s something i wish to be good at + pairing fonts, figuring out colour palettes and executing ideas in the form of a graphics really is challenging but also super rewarding! i draw from time to time as well and i really love doing it, but since i rarely ever not draw from a reference or change things ever so slightly, it’s not something that tickles my imagination as much as a gfx would hehe since i usually have to readjust colourings or sometimes colour from scratch, i really like giffing too! but it’s probably the most mundane out of all of them since there’s nothing much different about the process dkfjdj oh, you’re absolutely fine! a good friend is like a seasoned professional when it comes to typos, and i’ve finally mastered decoding 90% of what she says… reading through your posts is like a calming breeze after talking to her—no missing words, random exclamations or extra letters 😂 but i think it’s a charming point for her too; i immediately know it’s her when i receive a text that butchered up! the whole biasing thing reminds me of a mutual of mine :D she’s always confused on who her bias is and ends up biasing the one member who is a complete opposite of her initial bias so we joke around by predicting who her bias will be once she starts getting into a new group. what’s your favourite hair colour on chan (and/or binnie haha) + what are some things that you associate with him? (i apologize for the late ask as i have been struggling with tumblr for the past couple of days ^^;) - 🌨

i'm gonna put a cut cause this is long

Hi my lil rain cloud, omg yes there’s just so much you can do with gfx, its a constant learning curve, and it’s so full of experimentation that its just always so fun. I’ve always been tempted to open up requests for gfx but its so hard to think of how to get ppl to send stuff that would actually inspire me. The best I’ve done is someone randomly sent me an ask for a gfx with Minho and they asked if it could be yellow and it ended up being a lot of fun to try to do, the request was so vague it was easy to be completely creative. I also cannot draw unless I have a good reference, it’s like I can picture something so perfectly in my mind but the second my pen touches paper or tablet I suddenly can’t figure out how to proportion anything. But if I have something to constantly look at and compare myself to I can match it pretty well. But I agree gifs feel easy most of the time in comparison, unless I’m trying to recolor something nightmare inducing like purple stage lighting, or making things extra fancy by basically turning gifs into gfx. Giffing is a good hobby for watching tv or something, because it’s just a constant process so I can pay enough attention to the tv to know what’s happening while also cranking out sets, so I like that about it. I’m glad my grammar issues are at least legible, just lots of random commas that I hope are remotely ok lmao

Omg red is definitely my favorite hair color on Chris, like all time, I think the more ppl hated it the more I loved it, was obsessed with it. It just felt so punk, and then it faded to a pretty pink and I was happy all over again lmao. I also really loved the highlighted brown during double knot, that was such a gorgeous color and I think it really suited his skin tone a lot. I’m partial to blonde binnie, like ex or all in that was SUCH a gorgeous color on him, I do wish he got to do more fun colors tho, he’s said a few times he wants pink hair and I think changbin should get what he wants lol

Things I associate with Chris, omg does everything count or does that just really bring out the loser in me lmao but fr space, the ocean, oversized clothing, skateboarding, wolves obviously, the 🤙🏻 emoji, Pokemon, puppies, those thick silver chain necklaces lol, I will stop this will get embarrassing gdhgd

#drm.ask #🌧️ santa

4 notes · View notes

stinkrascal · 2 years ago

Note

Is it weird that I don't "project" my diagnoses, etc. onto my sims/ocs? Like I know a ton of people who are autistic write autistic characters, or ace people write a lot of ace characters. (I am both.) But I have never really found the compulsion to do that? Not a single one of my sims to date is autistic, and only one of my nonsis OCs is. And weirdly enough, despite being aroace, I write a lot of romance-centered shit.

Idk why I'm coming rambling into your inbox about it, but I just realized that I don't do that, and I don't know why. A lot of people talk about having characters who are really, really similar to themselves, but then there's me with none of my characters are anything like me.

The closest I come to projecting onto my characters in any form is the fact that all my stories are about love (in any form), and no matter what shit goes down, there's always a (mostly) happy ending. Other than that, most of my characters are absolutely nothing like me, lmao.

Anyways, ramble over. Sorry for just jumping into your inbox for no fucking reason. That is all.

Also, some questions: Do you have a favorite scene in the Brie/Vlad backstory? Is there a scene you think is going to be the hardest to convert into sims format? If you had to choose one favorite OC (and only one) who would it be, and why?

Okay, I swear I'm done now! Love, Morri.

i don't think it's weird at all!! to be honest, i think it's really commendable that you're capable of writing about many different types of people without pulling from your own experiences! i have the opposite problem, where i tend to pull from my own experiences so often that it's difficult to write about characters who don't resemble myself, to the point where sometimes i feel like my characters even talk too similarly to myself aha. i think maybe sometimes it's scary to have characters who feel so much like yourself, like it feels as though you're bearing your soul out to the world when you write about someone whose experiences are so similar to your own. i can see how it's a daunting task! honestly though i don't think it truly matters where the inspiration for your characters comes from. as long as you're writing and expressing yourself, i think that's what matters most! especially since this is just a silly hobby of ours, it's not like we're getting paid to write these stories. so just have fun with it you know!!

i have a few favorite scenes in the brie/vlad backstory, it's hard to pinpoint just one!! honestly, though, any scene where they're being grossly affectionate and simultaneously oblivious makes my heart explode. i really like the scene where they finally get together too, but i haven't yet written that one out since it's towards the end of the story, and i'd say i'm about 3/4ths of the way done writing everything. there's a few fight scenes i'm nervous to take screenshots of whenever i get to that point, but i think i have the ability to pull it off!! i've been thinking very intensely about how to play these scenes out, so i have a few ideas for the execution aha. and obviously breanna!! because as i mentioned above, i have difficulty writing about characters who aren't similar to me, and breanna was created specifically to be similar to me, so she feels really natural to write and discuss. obviously we have our differences, but i think a lot of our emotions are similar, even if the root cause for our emotions come from very different places. and it helps that she likes the same things i do and she talks the way i do, so i don't have to stress out over her personality much since i feel like i know her very well. is that weird? aha fjeroaigjrstohjrthklmr;mnsre she's just like me fr!

thanks so much for rambling in my ask box! i always appreciate seeing asks from you, you rock!! <3

#jade answers #morrigan sims #oh my head hurts i didn't sleep long enough #i was thinking about these asks i got all night i wanted to answer them so bad #it's 1pm you'd think i would have slept for long enough but nope. i went to bed at 5am aha

3 notes · View notes

cat3ch1sm · 3 years ago

Text

🌵| @gretavanheatabove bro i deleted ur motherfucking ask by accident-- kill me😐😐 but here's ur messy kurapika x reader friends 2 lovers! short(ish) and sweet<33 i will never get tired of writing for this man fr

"Kurapika, what's wrong?"

You and the man in question were sitting inside his apartment, doing one of your mutual favorite hobbies- sewing. A few months back, you and Kurapika had decided to take up a new activity together, and you had recently begun work on a large quilt that was going to depict DaVinci's famous painting "Starry Night." You two had been having a lot of fun making it despite being new at sewing and making lots of mistakes along the way. But in the two hours since you'd gone to Kurapika's house after your date, gushing about how lovely the garden you had gone to had been, Kurapika had barely stitched two threads, sitting on the couch beside you with his side of the unfinished quilt lying limply in his lap. You'd figured maybe he'd cheer up eventually, but to the contrary, Kurapika still sat there with an aloof expression on his face.

"Nothing's wrong, Y/N," Kurapika replied in a monotone voice for the tenth time. "Don't worry about it."

"That's the millionth time you've said that, Kurapika- I'm not accepting that answer anymore," you insisted, pushing your needle back into the tiny red pincushion on your lap. "You've been like this ever since I showed up- I'm starting to wonder if you'd rather me just leave."

Abruptly, Kurapika lifted his head up, making startlingly direct eye contact with you. "No- it's not you. I promise."

"Then what is it?" you pressed, giving Kurapika a look that plainly said you didn't intend to drop the subject until you got the answer you wanted. "You know, this wouldn't be the first time your mood is so sour. You're always like this lately, especially after I come back from a date or something-- I have to spend the whole day with you before you're as cheerful as you usually are."

Kurapika dropped his gaze at the word date, fidgeting with his sewing needles. Appalled, you kept staring at him- until you realized what exactly you'd just said.

Especially after I come back from a date or something...

Kurapika still didn't look up when you turned away slowly, your own eyes lowering as it dawned on you- the reason Kurapika had been so irritated lately. Your hands fell to your knees and you exhaled suddenly, blinking a few times in shock before facing Kurapika again, expression one of questioning realization. Sensing your eyes on him, the blonde-haired man looked up at you again, his own expression stoic yet one of conviction.

"Kurapika..." you began carefully, eyes shifting away from him once more. "Are you... jealous of my boyfriend?"

There was a long, silent pause before Kurapika answered, leaning forward and propping his chin up on his fist and staring straight ahead. "Look, Y/N..." he sighed, shutting his gray eyes for a brief moment before opening them and turning back towards you with a meaningful but frustrated expression. It surprised you; you didn't know what he would be frustrated about.

"I... I can't keep doing this."

You let out a sigh of your own and dropped your head to the side. "Doing what?" Your tone was exhausted and confused. You wanted answers- but not such obscure answers like the ones Kurapika was so infamous for giving. "I'm not understanding."

Now he outright groaned, and your eyes widened. "It's just so... maddening. Every time you come to see me, talking about your dates, I just get so angry. I don't feel like he deserves you. You need someone who's more. More than just sweet little nothings and occasional texts."

Your lips parted in surprise, your attention fully on him now. Was he really saying this? "Kurapika, what-"

"When you first started dating him, I became angry at myself. Angry at my cowardice, angry at my inability to tell you how I felt for so long." Kurapika's eyes were narrowed now, his jaw clenched as he relived those feelings he'd harbored for such a long time. "And whenever I see him- see him kiss you outside my window before he leaves, I want to kill him. And I hate myself for it, and I know it's wrong, but I want to kill him."

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it, completely stunned. Overwhelmed, you dropped your head into your hands and pressed your fingers to your temples, taking a deep breath before turning your head in your hands to look at Kurapika again, whose eyes felt like they were burning into your own. "Kurapika, please..."

"He isn't doing it right," Kurapika suddenly said, deep eyes turbulent as he turned to you.

"Doing what right?" you asked, exasperated, sitting up and facing him as well.

"He isn't kissing you right. He isn't kissing you like you need to be kissed, Y/N."

"And how do you think I need to be kissed, Kurapika?"

"Like this."

Kurapika suddenly leaned in towards you, wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you in by the waist. Then, forcing your lips to meet, he gripped your neck and kissed you, gently, his lips merging with yours, and without thinking, your eyes fluttered shut and your body relaxed into his kiss. It already felt natural, and caught up in the moment, your hand slid up to his cheek and cupped the side of his face. As if you two had done this before, Kurapika's tongue effortlessly slid past your lips as you emitted a quiet whimper into his mouth, making him smile against your lips before pulling away a few seconds later.

Dazed, your cheeks began to heat up, and flustered, you stared awkwardly at your knees, tapping your foot up and down.

Kurapika seemed to be aware of the effect he had on you, and when you mustered the gall to look back up, he had a slight uncharacteristic smirk resting on his lips.

"Kurapika, don't do that," you groaned, dropping your eyes again and squeezing them shut. He chuckled warmly with a smile, his hand still around your waist.

"Oh, Y/N... but wasn't that much better than what your boyfriend ever gave you?" Kurapika queried slyly, cocking his head at you questioningly.

You stayed quiet for a little while, thinking, the ghost of Kurapika's lips still on yours.

"Is it bad if I want to kiss you again?"

Now it was Kurapika's turn to look surprised before his face faded into a mix of amusement and relief. "Not any worse than me wanting to kiss you again."

Smiling, you leaned back into Kurapika, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss once more.

#kurapika kurta x reader #kurapika smut #kurapika x reader #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader smut #kurapika #kurapika kurta x you

335 notes · View notes

kaeyats · 2 years ago

Note

HER3S MY INFO FOR THE MATCHUP!!!

also you can go into my ask box and deposit the same things so i can match you up (*´∇｀*)

ok so i go by literally any pronouns but i present femenine, i have no gender preference ( because kisses are kisses ヽ(^◇^*)/ ) and im pansexual!! i'm basically a mix of yoimiya from genshin and reki kyan from sk8 the infinity!! (if you havent watvhed i highly reccommend!!)

my greatest flaw would probably be the fact that i get overwhelmed by small tasks and if im confronted with like a "why havent you done this?" i will full on break down ( multiple times. the reason? dishes. (๑-﹏-๑) ) on the other hand, my strength is my passion! like when im really passionate about something i will go all the way overboard with it and indulge myself fully.

my hobbies are basically writing, learning new kpop choreographies, listening to music, crocheting and cooking! if im not doing any of those im sleeping（´ω｀)

i had to start a whole new paragraph in the vase i start ranting. so if i went into teyvat i would run my own business and sell potions! like love potions, wealth potions, luck potions and basically be a witch with a pointy hat and a puffy dress flying on a broomstick!! and thw potions would be created with alchemy and would be like real life science!!! like how uh my love potion doeant really make the person falls in love with you it just raises the serotonin levels in your body around the person that may result in love!!! i just love witchws and all of that so like yeah id wanna be one!!!!

lmao ok thanks for listeneing ok bye. ALSO REMEMBER TO SEND YOUR INFO FOR MY MATVHUP WITH YOU

a matchup for a bestie !

a/n: i honestly want to cry and keep you for myself because you're so adorableee, but i suppose it is a genshin character you asked for. fr, took me a few minutes to decide who to match you with because all these hoes are undeserving of such pure wholesomeness. this isn't really written in a fic way, so i apologize for that, this format just allows me more room for creative thinking.

warnings: lots of cursing, slight angst, and mentions of killers and criminal cases because heizou

first choice? definitely mona. i honestly only have a loose idea on how compatibility works, but this would be one of those 'close friends that refuse to talk about each other's feelings' trope because you two hold similar ideals and i honestly see her being curious about alchemy and potion work. i suppose she just approaches you one faithful day, claiming that she heard many of teyvat's citizens praise your work and ever since, you two have been spending much of your time with each other, sharing information about each other's own field of studies and maybe even talking about your personal lives. borderline lives with you at some point because let's be honest, broke ass bitch has been spending all her money on books and has nowhere else to live. you remember the night she knocked on your door and explained how she's been basically sleeping in the streets for the past three days. she had no doubts that you would take her in, judging from the kindness you've shown her so far, but it was still embarrassing to ask you nonetheless. she repays you by helping around the potion shop, ofc.

mona probably falls in love slowly. i honestly see her as a very cynical person so even if she was attracted to you from the very beginning, it wouldn't mean anything to her. she fell in love with the way you would cook her favorite food whenever she got too focused on a task on hand, she fell in love watching you be so passionate about your craft, admiring the way your hands skillfully worked ingredients into the cauldron and the way your eyes furrowed in concentration (mona doesn't even feel like she's there, mona doesn't feel like she even deserves to be there. no, at that very moment, it was just you and your burning dedication to your work.), she fell in love deeper with you everyday and hell, even if she was god awful at small tasks herself, she would choose to mess up and panic with you over anyone else at any given day. it just felt right to be with you, it felt safe, and for once, mona felt like she could let her walls down around someone.

why i think neither of you would tell each other of your feelings until a series of misunderstandings come along? because mona is a very difficult person. she doesn't exactly make it easy to tell whether she actually likes you or not. she gets defensive whenever feeling raw emotions and feels weak and vulnerable when she feels like she's relying on your presence too much. wholeheartedly think you would confess first, though it would take a while because of all the mixed signals. and mona's just a red, blushing, and shocked mess. you like her?? someone as nice and passionate and admirable and wholly lovable as you could ever fall for someone like mona, who barely understood how to treat someone she loves? it would be very in-character of her to pretend that she already knew and act like "ofc, who doesn't love me?" and shit, but i honestly think that at such a vulnerable moment, mona would let her pride down and straight up thank you for ever considering her as somebody worthy of love.

second choice? definitely jean. girl would be down bad, i'm just saying. straight up thought of lisa the moment i saw the word witch because she's literally wearing a witch hat, but then i thought it wouldn't work out, so why not consider her gf as an option? and i honestly just see jean hopelessly pining for you in the sidelines. would definitely visit your little witch shop for work reasons at first, but then you notice her starting to come in almost consistently every week without actually ordering anything. she just stayed for tea and chatted with you for about an hour before she had to leave for her other duties. not that you mind. it was just a bit strange to see from the acting grandmaster, seeing as she probably had more important things to do most of the time. jean probably sees your little shop as a source of relief and your presence even more so relieving. it was just so... peaceful. and quite aesthetic (i have seen your blog, it makes mine look like a dumpster). not in a way that overwhelms her too, your shop felt homey and so did you.

surprise, surprise, confesses to you first because she isn't the kind to let her pride stop her from being completely honest with the people she cares for. if you do choose to be hers and her yours, which is a choice entirely too intimidating considering jean's position in the knights of favonius, it would certainly be a learning experience for you. jean would be such a thoughtful lover, would certainly love helping you out with small tasks, shes good at those and she wants nothing more but to take the stress off of your shoulders. she'll probably learn crocheting with and from you, and maybe with a bit of convincing, even maybe learn how to dance dances from the other nations with you?

and as wholesome and cute as that is, well, things don't really get easier for the two of you. your dedication to your craft and jean's dedication to her job, it's something you both try to understand, jean can relate to your level of passion and you can empathize with how much she cares for mondstadt, but that doesn't mean she doesn't miss you whenever you two have been so busy with other things and you don't feel lonely without her at times. your lives outside of each other honestly causes you two to drift apart, maybe even stop talking for a couple of days, but i have high hopes that you two will communicate well and figure out a compromise.

third and final choice? heizou. if jean is pining from the sidelines, heizou is pining from a tree 6 meters away. something about the "lovable wholesome bean x the person who has a crush on them who is awkward as all hell" trope always gets me going, man. like jean, meets you for reasons completely work related. i've been trying to brew (pun intended, *baDums*) up a case for this one because hell, a criminal case involving a witch's potion shop? one of the coolest things in the world and basically a whole galaxy of opportunities. heizou starts investigating your shop with full skepticism, pegging you as a suspect of some sort. perhaps a rich merchant is found dead from poisoning and some of the lethal ingredients used on the poison can be traced back to you? and so, heizou is just being a giant gremlin in your shop like everytime he sees something he goes "hmmMmm, what's that huh???? pretty sus." and by the end of the day, when you have to kick him out of your shop to go home, he's thinking to himself "they were really nice, too nice. in fact, how can someone be that nice? very suspicious."

after you've proven your innocence when the real killer is actually caught, heizou just comes by your shop on a regular with a new lame excuse every single time. pretends that he's still suspicious of you so he has to visit you almost everyday to keep an eye on you. not for any other reasons, no. a true menace, talks a fucking lot whenever you're making your potions which is very much a problem considering the high standards you have for your potion brewing/alchemy. he learns how to shut up though, seeing how serious you are about your work. probably starts assisting you with your potion work and eventually becomes a part time junior apprentice of some sorts because he's gotta use all that energy somewhere.

probably never confesses to you because he's a fidgety nervous simp and you never confess to him because although he's smart and precise and absolutely good at his job, you see him as too reckless and an absolute gremlin. maybe in a couple of years?

#genshin x reader #genshin matchups #genshin impact x reader #mona x reader #jean x reader #heizou x reader #please take your time with yours #as i've said i feel a rush of motivation whenever i do something for someone #so like #don't feel pressured to drop yours #just write it at anytime you feel like it 🙏#also might've went overboard #it's because i like writing matchups for my friends but they never appreciate them hmPh

15 notes · View notes

thepapillonnoir · 3 years ago

Text

@marichatmay : Day 8 - Picnic

-Adrien/Chat Noir knows-

Read Quick Explanation Before Reading: This is where Chat Blanc was supposed to happen but it never did. Yes, this may be comfort fanfic.

----

“So, are you available?” Marinette was asking her friends to go out on a picnic with her through her phone. They all declined since they were all busy that time too especially, everyone mostly just excluded her and her boyfriend, Adrien, fr their plans since they were always busy dating. Of course, they still keep up with their classes, hobbies, and careers but at the end of those, they always go out to restaurants, parks, and even out of the country whenever Adrien has a tour. They were inseparable when they have a chance to be together.

She was already done packing the food and things needed. Now, she just stared blank, thinking about what to do next after all of her friends declined for they have their own stuff going on. She already settled with Adrien that today was their Off Day. Her parents were also away on their vacation cause she talked them out that it was okay they could have their day out without her.

"What if you just go alone, Marinette?" Tikki flew up from Marinette's sling bag to give the girl an idea, "It's a nice day today and a self-date isn't bad!" Tikki said with enthusiasm as usual.

"You know what?" Marinette stood up full of energy again, "Yes! Maybe I do need time for myself as well!" she ran upstairs to change her clothes.

Adrien was bored in their house, plus he missed his girlfriend. So, he decided to go to Marinette's, he thought it wasn't breaking the Off Day if it was Chat Noir who was going to give a visit. He thought that it wasn't a Chat Noir - Marinette Off Day but only an Adrien - Marinette Off Day. He giggled as he thought of his plan, "Oh no, that's the giggle of someone who just found a way to a pot of cheese," Plagg said tiredly, knowing that any second his owner will just transform to bug the love of his life as Chat Noir... interrupting the Kwami's date with its camembert.

"Plagg! Claws out!" Adrien jumped from his bed, still in pajamas, about to transform. "I will see you again, my love!" Plagg kissed the cheese and then got absorbed by the ring, transforming Adrien into Chat Noir.

Marinette wore a mint-blue colored long sleeve fit and flare-styled dress, matched with knee-lengthed boots. Then, she fixed her hair into a ponytail with an orange bow. It was pretty cold outside despite being sunny. It was one of her favorite weathers for she could wear such comfortable clothes without being all sweaty on a sunny picnic day. When she looked at her mirror, she was so happy to see herself looking good with the outfit she picked, twirling her dress while giggling.

"You look cute," Marinette got startled when someone just complimented her out of nowhere in her room where she was supposed to be alone. "W-what, who!? Who's there!?" she grabbed her hairbrush and draw this as if it was a sword.

"Just Paris' most awesome hero," Chat Noir let his half body in, upside down, through the trap door on the roof. Marinette threw the brush at his face, "Ow! What was that for!?" Chat complained.

"Well, it's rude to just butt in someone's room, Chat," Marinette said as she was about to finish preparing herself. Chat Noir was still looking at her, "Even with a compliment..." Marinette said without even looking at Chat like she knew he was about to ask about it.

"So, who are you going out with?" Chat teasingly asked her, knowing that all of their friends are busy and the Off Day, he knew she was probably going out on a self-date.

"I'm gonna have a date with Paris' prettiest girl," she answered with pride as she went downstairs followed by Chat.

He smiled, happy about her cute confidence.

Chat grabbed Marinette's hand and twirled her to his chess. They were like hugging, except Chat just locked them together with his tail-belt." What do you say about Paris' prettiest girl and most awesome hero dating?" Chat flirtatiously asked his girlfriend knowing that she doesn't know he's Adrien yet.

Marinette managed to twirl out of the lock, "Friendly picnic, yes, dating, no," she said as she grabbed the basket then slightly tilted her head back at Chat with an appealing look, "and last time I checked, Ladybug was the most awesome hero of Paris," she said trying to tease Chat as they walked out the building.

Instead of Chat frowning because of the Ladybug-being-more-awesome-than-Chat Noir thing, he smirked. He finds it cute and hot whenever Marinette has this teasing confidence, and whenever she rejects him as Chat, as Marinette or Ladybug. Ever since he got his eyes opened that Marinette was Ladybug, he can easily read her feelings, and he knows that whether acting goofy like Chat or charmingly moving like Adrien himself, his girlfriend love and accepts him fully.

They were in the park and finally set the picnic, ate the food Marinette prepared, and just laid down after.

Chat burped then Marinette looked at him and laughed, "weak," she mocked. Then she burped even louder, and they both laughed hard after. They also do this even when Chat is Adrien, they don't really mind, they're that open.

"Ya know, that made me miss him more," Marinette said gently while she had her eyes closed.

"Who?" asked Chat as he lay on his side to face Mari. He knew he was talking about him, he just loves how Marinette talks about him, he felt giggly and gooey inside.

"Adrien," Marinette answered with a sweet smile. Chat smiled as well.

"Isn't he that ugly model guy?" Chat teased her, knowing she would be sort of offended by it.

Marinette looked at him with a frown, "Just kidding, haha," Chat took it back. Then the girl went back to her calm state.

"Chat..."

"Yes?"

"Do I know you in person?"

Chat got surprised by her question, he asked himself if she possibly knows or how she even found out if possible.

"Uhm, I can't really answer that..." Chat replied, why would she even ask that, she's Ladybug, she knows the rule they're supposed to be following, that he sorta broke.

"Yeah... I shouldn't really be..." she faintly replied. Marinette felt that there was something with Chat like there was a missing piece of a puzzle she couldn't get. She has this deep connection with him not only as a partner in fighting evil but as someone, a person.

"I'd be happy though..." Marinette looked at Chat.

"On what?" Chat's mind was just creating more and more questions, kinda wishing he should've just stayed home.

"If what I theorized is true," She answered. She means if she knows Chat personally in civilian form but Chat thought Marinette already theorized or knew what's true.

Chat couldn't take it anymore, he was too confused and guilty after the small talk about it, "I'm sorry, my Lady!" he said and sat.

Marinette opened her eyes and sat up in shock, "WHAT!?, What did you call me!?"

"My Lady. Sorry, I... sorta figured out, accidentally, who you are," he asked for forgiveness.

"Chat!? What!? For how long!?" she asked with nervousness.

"Hey, hey, relax, it's okay," Chat attempted to relax Marinette.

"No! I-I can't, this can't!"

"Hey..." Chat held Mari's arms, "Look at me,"

Marinette was about to break out crying but she managed to look at him.

"It's me," Chat whispered gently but in a way, Marinette could still hear.

"Who? Wait... Chat, you know it's dangerous,"

"It's me, my blueberry," Chat said.

Marinette cried after realizing that it was Adrien all this time.

Chat hugged her, "Everything's gonna be fine, I promise."

--------

Thank you for reading! This may only be one-shot fanfic, but I'll see it in the future.

About the drawing, there isn't one for now cause I can't draw every day however I'm still able to create stories.

The next update for the first story I made, firstly titled "Comfort" will have a new chapter update soon. I don't know when yet but will be posted this month.

School's been up so I'm not able to always physically keep up with hype I have in my mind, so there isn't a visual art for this story. Anyway, thank you for all the support! I appreciate all of it and it really helps me stay motivated. ❤️

Bug ouuuut! 🐞 My bed is calling me 😭🤣🌺

#school's killing #marichat may #marichatmay2022 #mlb fanfic #miraculous fanfic #fanfic #mlb marichat #miraculous marichat #marichat #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x chat noir #mlb chat noir #chat noir

20 notes · View notes

dano-matchmaker · 3 years ago

Note

hi, i hope you’re still taking these requests!!

i’m mars! i’m about 5’4 and my hair is currently dyed brown and cut pretty short. i’m genuinely surprised i’ve kept it one color for this long because i have such a bad habit of dyeing it as soon as i get bored.

currently my hobbies consist of playing video games, singing and writing. that’s just to list a few! i love playing rhythm games, i think they’re so fun and easy to get wrapped up in. i usually only sing now when i do karaoke but i still scream my spotify playlists while i’m on the way to work and back everyday. and writing!! absolutely adore creating your own little worlds just from the thoughts in your head and sharing it with others.

personality wise, i think i’m sorta laid back. i only really get excited if i’m talking about or doing something i enjoy. i’m more comfortable being myself around the people i know, but i don’t mind trying to socialize and make new friends.

my current style is whatever is comfortable. i typically opt for biker shorts and a crop top/t-shirt. if i’m going out, however, that’s a completely different story. i’m always sure to dress up as much as i can.

i’ve got a pretty diverse music taste, but lately i’ve been listening to either my “unhinged” playlist (feat. poppy, mr. kitty, jazmin bean, and lots of other amazing artists) and lana del rey on repeat.

i’m currently working on trying to get a nursing degree! i’ve had a rough time in college so i decided it was time to start over completely and i’m pretty happy with it so far.

as far as my last few things, my favorite movie is either “fight club” or “leon the professional,” my favorite book is “of love and other demons,” and i think that’s all!

YOU AND CALVIN ARE FR SOULMATEESSSS!!!

I cant even explain how perfect you'd be togther oml!! you two could reveiw each others writing and learn from each other. He'd totally love everything abt you and just loves to watch you do absolutely anything and will tell you how great you are all the time.

#ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #paul dano

5 notes · View notes

leahseclipse · 4 years ago

Text

Thnks fr th Mmrs - (Event Fic)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Not that I am aware of. (Please let me know if something should be added later on.)

Summary: Just two idiots in love, but none of them have the guts to say it. Eventually one of them will do it, a bit late tho- but, better now than never.

A/N: HELLO!! Here I am, roughly one month after my last fic, this work got all of us busy, which lead to a bit of panic on the last days, but (I think) we made it all in one piece.

This work is part of the Fic Swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins, with the help of @sunlight-moonrise! I’ve had the opportunity to write for @spencer-reid-in-a-pool- which is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I love her so so so so much. This was awesome to do. (And yeah, for those who got the ref, the title is from one of fob's songs. I had NO other idea and found this one cool.)

Word Count: 8.7k

As much as I wished for it not to haunt me another day— I still had this one problem, written into my brain with bright red ink, unwashable, as it seemed.

I hated to recall that it still remained there, as if it was an unsolved case that someone would have put into archives and brought back up when they were clearing out the shelves.

Unfortunately, it didn’t get lost, I just forgot it was there, and my brain had the wonderful idea of presenting it back to me.

I appreciate it. That was— quite nice.

It wasn’t that I hated it, I just didn’t like the thought of having to deal with it at barely eight in the morning, just before actually dealing with the problem itself— in person.

That problem—couldn’t be someone else but the only one Spencer Reid, the resident genius of the team, or the baby sibling for some of my co-workers.

Once again, I do not dislike him, on the contrary, he’s one the closest person I have in my life to this day, I wouldn’t imagine my life without him.

The problem is mainly directed towards the love, sentimental kind of problem.

Especially when the concerned person isn’t aware of it.

It gets complicated when you can’t even hide your feelings when they’re near.

I get all nervous and weird when he’s in sight, the proofs are right there.

I remember them all, from the time I broke a mug when I tried to reach it as he was talking or when I almost fell down the stairs when he came in to work one day, looking like a literal god— and wasn’t even aware of it, the list keeps going on for miles.

And I’m still there, sitting with my feelings, waiting for something to happen.

I’m not even sure that he feels the same way.

I’m here, admiring him, thinking about what could happen if I could resolve myself to talk about it, if he felt the same way, but strangely and for an unknown reason; I can’t.

This issue has been happening all week, the last one, and probably the whole month.

It took me time to figure it out myself.

I only saw us as two good friends at first; we’d hang out together, had the same hobbies, have long conversations without caring about the time, to the point that people would think that we were together.

But I guess that I never realized that he could be more than just a good friend.

And as it couldn’t be more complicated, in these cases, if none out of the two dares to make a move, or talk, it won’t go much further.

Which is exactly what’s been happening at this moment..

I’ve been liking him for a while now, and my brain doesn’t know to do anything else but attack me with as many questions they can come up with at the same time whenever I dare to think about it.

What if he does like me, but only as a friend?

Is it going to be awkward between us?

Am I going to lose my friendship with him because of that?

What if he says no?

What am I left with? My stupid feelings that will keep wandering around, reminding me of my love failure?

If all of these are the things waiting for me till I decide to stop bottling it up, I better have to solve that, soon.

But at the same time, if I take a glance at the negative side, I’m just thinking that it’d be better to keep our friendship as it is, and just pretend as if he’s only a good friend I’m quite close with, not a possible lover.

Since when did I allow myself to see him as that? I wasn’t doing that before.

What caused my feelings to suddenly appear?

He’s always been nice to me, as with everyone else he’s close with, and as far as I’m aware of it, no one’s been in my situation.

If it ever happened, I’m sure that it was purely platonic and didn’t go as far as I’m at.

It’s as bad as a math problem.

Kind of ironic, considering I both suck at figuring out how to say I love someone, deal with feelings, all that love stuff; and at maths.

But, as I think about it further, he didn’t do anything to keep me from crushing on him either, even if he probably didn’t do it because he liked me.

There’s a 50% possibility.

He’d take me in his arms to reassure me, help me with paperwork when I was tired, offer to drive me home, re-filled my mug for me, act close, and by close- not as close as he is with the others.

A different kind of close.

So...who wouldn’t think that way, that he could like me?

He could possibly like me, but about that, I don’t have a single clue to know if he really does.

I do want to try to ask him, in one way or another, but the thing is that , if he doesn’t like me, what is going to happen next?

Awkward silence?

Is he going to try to reject me as nicely as possible to not hurt my feelings?

It could be really nice if anything would help me to make all of this mess any clearer.

I don’t want to end up drawing away from him because I can’t help but be in love with him whenever I look at him, but at the same time, I can’t say that I am, in case he’s not in love with me.

Spencer’s one of the most important people in my life; I wouldn’t imagine a day where I wouldn’t talk to him, and even if we’re busy, I try to say hi to him, at least.

I can’t quite imagine not having him ramble about his favorite subject, happy as hell because I’m interested, listening to him, and even participating in it.

I don’t want all of this to stop because of a mistake I could cause.

So, this week will be the one.

I’ll somehow resolve myself to bring up the subject.

I’m sure he’ll understand, he knows me better than anyone else in the whole team, has always been there when I needed someone, he’s always listened when I needed to talk, he helped me out with a lot of issues.

He’s always been understanding, whether the issue would concern him or not, so this shouldn’t be a big problem.

It’ll be fine.

I just have to relax sometimes.

I’m stressing out too much, and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t stress that much about that, or any subject he might think about.

I even wonder if Spencer already noticed the changes in my behavior and is just waiting for me to talk about it because he doesn’t dare to talk about it as well.

He could feel the same way.

He could.

There’s a chance, a good one, I guess.

It can end well, and I have to keep thinking about the good outcome.

There’s no way he’d react badly, I know him,— Spencer is not the kind of guy to do that, in general.

I trust him on that.

So, today...or later, will be the right one.

It’ll go well.

It’ll be win or lose, basically.

I sighed as I looked at myself for the hundredth time for the past ten minutes, finally resolving myself to leave the apartment before I’d end up being late.

Which isn’t something I’d like to happen.

My ‘love problem’ counts as at least ten problems more than getting yelled at by a superior (if I’m not overreacting, at least) so I don’t really need that to happen, on top of that.

I have never been delighted to walk into the office, only to find paperwork from last week waiting for me.

We usually had the whole ‘Garcia runs into the office and throws papers at us before we gather in the conference room and immediately go on a jet at whatever unpleasant hour’ or just purely lazy days where none of us have the strength for any kind of celebration.

But today happened to be a calm one, we just had to do whatever task we had left to do before we can allow ourselves to go back home to either sleep all day to fix our long broken sleep schedule, or do whatever event we might come with, such as dates or trying to find a guy in a party, for some of us.

It’s nice that we don’t have to worry about when we’ll be able to come back to work, we just go in, do our task and go home at whatever hour, a decent one.

I’d say that this happened to be more than convenient -in a way- for Spencer and I.

More time for talking, hanging out together, mostly what we do when not on an active case.

If I’m not mistaken, I think that I may have heard one of them saying that we were dating because of how frequently we’d be found together.

I did want to say we were dating as a joke, but I was afraid that it’d end up being awkward after that if- as said earlier when I woke up-, he didn’t feel the same.

But at the same time, whether he feels the same way or not, I don’t really have a reason to think about that as Spencer wouldn’t react badly.

Knowing him, he’d probably play along.

At my arrival at the bureau; everyone was scattered a bit around; which wasn’t to be seen on a case day, usually.

We just had to hope we wouldn't have a surprise case to ruin it all.

As I greeted everyone before settling at my desk, I noticed one person missing.

Spencer wasn't usually late, so...I didn't really know what might make him late.

Knowing him, he may have woken up late because he had watched tv till 2AM, and ran to the coffee shop to not look dead at his arrival.

Yep, that’s him.

Let’s hope he won’t break a bone when he’s going to attempt to run to not be late, it’s...yeah.

So, don’t rush Spencer, it’s calm as hell here, you don’t need a trip to the ER so soon in the morning.

“Oh, hey!”

I turned around to be faced with Spencer, papers in hand. “When did you get there? I didn’t see you when I arrived like...five minutes ago. I thought you weren’t here yet.”

“Oh, I was doing copies. I’m sorry if I worried you, I should have sent a text.”

“No- It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re here...now.”

“Yeah, I’m here. Do you have a lot of paperwork? Figured out we could talk in between.” He asked.

“No, I don’t have a lot, and...sure, I could use a talk- I mean uh...talk, yeah.”

That was a shitty save.

“I’m glad, I didn't want to bother you if you were busy.”

“Even if my whole desk was covered in papers, you know I’d always find a minute to talk. I get easily distracted.”

Please don’t take it the ‘love’ way, or just...don’t think I get distracted by you in a ‘not-a-friend’ way— gosh, I’m not gonna be able to save it with whatever sentence.

“You know that’s the same for me. I always have a hundred subjects popping up just when I try to focus.”

“Yeah, same. It’s a bit...annoying.”

“Depends. It’s not really when you’re in them.” Spencer admitted.

Is this an attempt at killing me right on the spot? You’re really going to kill me by being so damn nice.

“Oh...really? I didn’t know.”

That was shit.

“Well uh...now you do that it’s not always annoying up there and that’s your part of the non-bothering stuff.” He pointed out.

“That’s the- same for you, yeah.” I answered, slightly nervous.

“Didn’t know we had that too in common, that’s funny.”

Not so sure about the other detail you don’t know about-

“We learn new stuff everyday at least. I guess it’s...useful to know? I don’t know.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, there’s not much to do with that information, it’s more of a...fact thing-y. You know I like that stuff.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah, everyone does at this point, but that’s a quarter of what they know, I think that you’re the only one that knows the most about me, not everyone.”

You have to stop before I drop dead on the floor right now.

“I have to remind you that it’s kind of the same for you.”

“People are definitely thinking we’re together at this point, we’re pretty close so they have every right to believe that.”

“Does it...bother you?”

“Oh, no, not really. You’re a pretty girl so that’s kind of...nice that they think that a nerd like me could be in a relationship with you.”

Okay, I just stopped functioning right now.

What am I supposed to even say? You’re a literal god, you’re handsome as HELL-

“Oh- you’re uh- good looking so, that’s...normal I guess.”

“You think so?” He asked, unsure.

Oh, please. Tell me you’re kidding, it’s impossible that no one hasn’t told you of your AMAZING handsomeness, the fact that you’re amazingly-

Yeah, we got it y/n.

“Yeah, really.” I confirmed.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem, Spence.” I said, as we both went to our respective tasks.

At least I avoided a heart attack, that’s what matters, he just has to stop being so cute and pretty, all the time because I’m gonna have trouble acting like I’m not in fucking love with him if he keeps going.

Just- breathe, and focus on your work.

We’re gonna talk together, and it’s gonna be okay.

There’s no reason that a problem would occur, I just had a talk with him, and it went...almost perfectly smooth.

The ‘almost’ part is when I almost had a heart attack, which isn’t the first I’ve had with him, and won’t be the last.

If he would just stop being so handsome all of the time.

I sighed, reading the paper all over again as I lost focus...again.

As I was reading, my pen in hand and the tip of it slightly touching the sheet— I didn’t even realize that I had been scribbling on the paper, as if I was in middle school and bored in class all over again.

It was kind of….fun.

I didn’t get to do that everyday, so I’d say that it was diversifying compared to any other stressful day where these...doodles wouldn't even happen or to be thought about because of the amount and importance of the work.

I still think about him, even when I’m busy as hell though.

He’s always in my thoughts, I don't know how he does it because I’m pretty sure I don’t do that with anyone else in the bureau.

Is that kind of over thinking considered as an obsession or not at this point? I’m not quite sure of it anymore, but...it's not "psychopath, stalker-like", he's just an important person that matters to me.

I just really like him, that’s all.

He also told me that I tend to be in his mind often, so...I guess we're even.

I guess so.

“Hey, is everything...okay? You’ve been staring blankly for a...while. Is that my-” He started to point out.

I panicked, quickly hiding the papers with other ones. “What? Oh, uh...I was-” I blurted out. “...thinking.”

“You’ll probably have to...print out new ones. I don't think Hotch will accept papers with scribbles, you know. I can print out some copies for you, if you want?”

“No- It’s fine, I can go, thanks for asking! It’s nice of you but uh- I’m going.” I answered, as I abruptly clicked back on the software to print out copies, and walked to the breakroom after...awkwardly waving.

Why the hell was I scribbling down his name like I was...a middle schooler having a crush on her classmate?

I have no idea why, but this was...kind of embarrassing at the moment.

I seriously have to stop worrying about each thing that happens.

He probably didn’t care as much as I did.

I shook my head as I arrived in the breakroom, now empty as Luke and Matt had previously left from what I saw a bit ago when I looked in that direction.

I didn’t mind, at least I’d avoid embarrassment because of how weird my expression probably looks.

So, everyone, please don’t come now, wait until I pick up my papers, that’d be more than appreciated.

Should I call Spencer?

I don’t want to be a bother, I know he enjoys spending time alone off work.

Would he be happy to hear me?

I don’t know.

I’ll call him later, if I’m settled on it.

I’ve been pacing in that small apartment of mine for at least the last couple of minutes, or maybe an hour, I don’t have the habit of noting the duration of my nonsense usually.

I don’t even know why I’m pacing again and again just to decide about a call.

I’m sure he doesn’t even do that.

Does that mean it makes me...crazy?

Not necessarily.

It could.

Maybe.

I’ll just- whatever.

Do something useful like cleaning your apartment and answering emails, and you’ll see if you have a minute to spare to call Spencer.

That works that way.

See, you can stop stressing.

Just do another task to distract yourself and have less things to worry about, so it’ll be easier to decide about the ‘call matter’ thingy.

I did not call him, if that’s what anyone wondered.

The only call I made was with Penelope, after she called me numerous times to ask me about the books we’ve been yelling about for a few weeks.

I had supposed she had also wanted to talk about Spencer, as the whole office had been conspiring about our possible relationship.

But, she held it off, and cut the call after saying ‘I better hang up or I’ll be talking about the book for another decade’.

Kind of looks like me and my thoughts with Spencer.

I hope I’ll get to let all of those out, if we ever have the chance to have a talk about the feelings matter.

I never had that many ‘things matters’, I’m even inventing some new words along the way.

Crazy what love can do, if that’s what started it.

I can’t recall that either, I’ve been more focusing on the matter itself than the name of it.

Love will do, I guess.

“What are you up to?” I asked, peering over Spencer’s desk.”

“Well, technically...nothing new. I’ve been reading that for the past week, I tend to do that with books I really like.” He closed it, looking at me. “Is that weird?”

“Not at all. I’m doing the same with shows and movies, and even- who cares if it’s weird? If we like doing that, we don’t have to worry about what others might think about it.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t worry that much.”

“I worry about small things too, you’re not alone on the ride.” I pointed out, sitting back at my desk.

“Glad to know I have someone I’m sure won’t judge on that.”

“I would never judge you on anything, well- aside from the ‘sugar’ matter we’ve been having for a while, nothing else.”

“You’ll be debating about it for a while then. I’m not about to stop having my ‘sugar with my coffee’, as Morgan says.”

“The amount you put in it is disgusting.”

“Not to me.”

“Well it is to me, and probably everyone else. How do you not get sick?”

“No idea. I’ve been doing that for years and never had problems of any kind. Maybe you’re all the ones that are weird.”

“Hey! You’re weird too. If you wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be talking with you.”

“I’m less weird than you, at least.”

“Pff. Just get back to work, weirdo.”

I love you, weird genius.

No, I didn’t get to talk to him about the…’love matter thingy’.

We did spend a lot of time together but I didn’t get the nerve to find a way to ask, instead of going straight to the thing.

I have no idea if I was imagining things or if it was real but...he did look a lot like me, and...his look wasn’t the kind of look you’d give a friend.

He also seemed...nervous, I guess?

Would it be wrong for me to think that he could possibly like me, as well?

That’s better than always thinking he doesn’t, a little hope doesn’t hurt, it’s always nice to think on the bright side for once.

Maybe I could be right.

I kind of hope I am.

I didn’t think till now that it would be such a relief to see my whole desk cleared from most of the papers.

I’ve turned in most of my reports- and that kind of sounds like I’m talking as if I’m in school and turning in assignments at the end of the day to be honest.

All of the papers that laid around were gone, and it kind of seemed like the work day had reached its end.

It kind of was a nice day, it’s nice to have days like that from time to time to take a break from all of the stress and shit from cases.

As I had gathered back all of my stuff, and all that was in mind was to walk out of here and rush to my apartment.

Just as I turned around, Spencer was standing in front of me; I didn’t even see him come by.

“You- gosh, you really scared me. Speak up next time.” I said, nervously laughing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- Did you uh...get hurt?”

“No, I didn’t have- get anything. I’m okay, thanks- Are you going home too?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am and...I also-”

“You also…?”

“I wanted to talk to you...again, about something.”

I feel like that ‘something’ might be the ‘something’ I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for weeks.

“Uh, go ahead, I guess. I can’t really start the conversation as I have no idea what it’s about…”

“Okay, uh...I’ve been uh, wanting to ask, for a while, if you wanted to hang out, sometimes. I know we do, pretty often, but I’d be like...hanging out together, maybe dinner...” He looked elsewhere, searching for his words.

“...you mean a date? Is that...what you want to say?”

“Yeah, that! I just- I thought I’d be weird to ask you, just like that. I mean...it’s kind of random and I thought that- you understood the thing.”

Please, that’s what I’ve been thinking about for a decade, how could I not understand that-

“It’s not weird, I’m just...surprised?”

“Oh, I’m- glad? I just...didn’t think you’d accept and...I was kind of afraid that I’d make a fool of myself by asking you that.”

“Wait a minute though- You’re really asking me out, right now? I’m not making fun of you, it’s just still...wow.”

I just thought you would never do it, or that I’d be the one asking and receiving a negative answer.

“I swear that I’m not. I’d never joke about that, especially to you, and since I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I guess I was afraid of the answer.”

“Please don’t laugh, or anything but...kind of the same thing was happening to me, about you.”

“So...we’ve been thinking about it, and none of us knew? Wow, that’s...I didn’t think that was happening all this time.”

“Seems so.”

“Have you been uh...thinking about it for a while, like me?”

“Kind of...yeah. I’ve...liked you for a while but, didn’t think you’d be interested. I’ve had a lot of male friends that were acting like you, but weren’t interested in me, so I thought...that was the case.” I admitted.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you, and not only in a friendly way. I’ve liked you for a bit, and as I said, I was afraid of what you’d say, so...I told myself that waiting for the right moment would be better.”

“....yeah, same. I don’t think we’d ever get to have a conversation about it but- did you uh...resolved yourself to do it because of…”

“..the paper thing? Yeah, and no. It’s been on my mind for a bit. I just thought this would...kind of- be the right moment. I know that it's not the ideal place, but I just thought, it’s now or never.”

“At least...it’s cleared out?” I asked.

“Yeah, it is. I’m glad we know about...the feelings stuff and all.”

“You have no idea how I am. This is- wow, sorry, this was kind of sudden, and I...didn’t think that’d happen. Just this morning I thought about talking about it somewhere this week and now- did you read my expression or something and guessed or…? Because just as I thought about it, you talked to me.” I explained.

“I guess so. I’ve been thinking about it for a bit, and...I didn’t want to wait more as I wouldn’t have ever talked, as for you.”

“Would you have waited another week for me to tell it or would you have stepped in before?”

“I think it would have depended on where we would be. Because, if we were outside, I think that I would have preferred something nicer than a bureau, you know. Even if I like it, to be honest. But, I wouldn’t say it’s the best setup to ask someone on a date?”

I shrugged. “Not the best, but, it’s better than- I don’t know...a grocery store or something?”

“Yeah- it’s better.”

“At least you’ll get a better shot at asking me out on another date after that one.”

“I’ll definitely do better.”

“I trust you on that one. But- I want to home right now though, I kind of miss my couch...and my fridge, maybe.”

“I’m with you on both ones- after you.” Spencer offered, as the elevator opened, stepping in after me.

“Be careful with the whole gentlemen thing, you’re gonna have to bring me coffee everyday soon.”

“I’m already doing that with mine, bringing yours won’t hurt. You’ll probably have a bill at the end of each month.”

“In your dreams, Reid.”

The care that had been put by Spencer on our first date was truly amazing.

It looked like he planned it months ago, it could almost be seen as a kind of proposal if someone else would see it.

He insisted on picking me up himself, did not tell me a single thing about where we were going till we were there, which was weird...but made it exciting and fun.

I have to say that I was...quite nervous too.

I never even thought that I’d be here, on a literal date with Spencer Reid himself; I’ve had dreams about it, thought about it, but never thought it’d actually happen.

None of this was a joke, he was more than serious about it.

I don’t think that even one thought I had looked like this moment, he insisted for it to be an awesome first date we’d both remember for a while, and I wish it could have lasted longer.

Time went by, way too fast that when we both saw the time, it was already 10PM.

As we could have work, and that sleeping early would be convenient if we happen to be called in early, we decided to end the night there, even if none of us really wanted to.

“We should stay in next time. That way we won’t be tired, you know. It’s kind of late.” Spencer pointed out, as we walked to my place.

“You sure? It’s gonna be Grey’s Anatomy or whatever cheesy tv show I watch for the night.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll probably try to point out the mistakes, it’ll be like...a game night you know.”

“Oh, yeah. It could. But, I think I’m gonna be the one to lose as the only ‘medical knowledge’ I have from that show is from that show. And, as Google isn’t to be trusted, I’m gonna lose.”

“It could also include a...spot cheesy moments thing.”

“Season one is full of it. We’re gonna have a lot to talk about. I would have proposed Star Trek but apparently, there’s not much scientific errors, it’s pretty accurate from what I heard. We could settle on Doctor Who if we can’t decide.”

“Would you like it though? You told me you don’t watch it usually.”

“You could tell me about it, it could be good. We could also try Supernatural, it’s kind of mystery stuff with paranormal stuff?”

“Ghosts, spirit and the whole heaven/hell thing?”

“Yeah, there’s a lot going on. And...it's kind of in the title. I’d have to warn you though, I’m kind of obsessed with the main leads, so don't get jealous or something.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t judge you. It’s a judgement free-zone.”

You raised your eyebrows, staying silent for a split second.“...you judged me when I didn’t add any sugar in my coffee.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Spencer, please- you looked at me weirdly, as if I committed a crime.”

“Not in a mean way- I just put a ton, so, seeing someone putting none was weird.” He admitted.

“I’m judging you on that then. You’re putting way too much in that. It’s sugar with liquid at this point, it's melted candy.”

“I hate the strong taste.”

“Then drink tea.” I proposed.

“It’s too light.”

“Just end up drinking water.” I said, running out of ideas.

“No, I prefer to stay with my sugar with liquid.”

As you wish.” I agreed, as we came to a stop.

“So...we’re there.”

“Yep, we are. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Spencer repeated, coming forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good night.”

“Spencer, you missed. You kissed my cheek.”

“Oh I- are you fine with it…?”

“Just kiss me, Reid.” I replied back, while one of his came on my left cheek, the other laying on my waist as he stepped forward once again, kissing me on the lips.

All of it was perfect.

It was only the two of us, the world around us had froze.

My arms ended up winding up around his neck as he brought me close, his warmth, smell invading my emotions, my whole thoughts.

I had totally forgotten about everything else, he was the center of my attention, I couldn’t allow myself to go on another track when he happened to be near me, this close.

Never have I thought that months ago, as I was crushing on a man I thought wouldn’t like me, would actually like me, and kiss me.

We were literally starting to date.

This better be real, I better not be in a coma after whatever accident I might have had.

Because this— this is way better than a dream, than I imagined.

I would be so mad if that wouldn’t end up to be real— but it is.

All of the things I’d feel, whether it was him, his hand on my cheek radiating his warmth on me, his breath, his lips slotting against mine, his arm enlacing my waist, the grip on my waist gentle, the feeling of the fabric of his jacket against my fingers, or even my own feelings, all of the memories, thoughts floating around, there was just way too many things to describe, but I could still list them all of a sudden if I were to be asked about the aftermath of it.

I couldn’t wish for a better moment like this.

I think that the fact that this moment was probably totally unexpected made it even more special for the two of us.

Neither of us will forget, ever.

This moment totally replaced the message written in bright red ink that reminded me that I still had these feelings laying around that I kept pushing away by fear of rejection.

The rejection seemed long gone, for me, he happened to be having similar feelings, probably fearing a negative event as well.

Turns out nothing bad happened for the both of us.

Only our truest desires, what we wished for but didn’t dare to as the bad ones were stronger.

The bad pushed the joy we could have really lived if the feelings were mutual.

And now, it is.

We both know that the other likes us, that the bad is long gone behind us.

I could tell that, from my side, because of this moment.

I didn’t want it to stop, ever.

I wished to live this kind of event that could give the chance for all of these amazing feelings to fill my whole mind.

No more fear, pain, sadness, just calm, reassuring, soothing feelings.

The ones that make you feel that nothing can hurt you anymore, that make you feel safe, happy, this is all I’ve ever wanted.

I didn’t even count how many minutes that lasted, I was too focused on...the wonderful person in front of me and all the feelings that came with it.

It was quite the overwhelming one, and for once, it wasn’t an unpleasant overwhelming, it made me feel happy.

Mostly because I’d never thought feelings could be so deep, numerous, amazing to think about, and then, even more happy feelings would pop up again, and again.

I’d almost forgotten we were still in front of my building, and that it was...really late.

I almost think that I didn’t remember the world had kept moving, that people walked by to see two people making out in the street.

I guess I sort of apologize, but don’t really care.

I was in my moment and did not care if anyone saw us.

When we both slowed down in our movements, ceasing after a few seconds; I slightly stepped back, letting his hand rest on my cheek for a little bit more when I put mine on his.

I simply didn’t want the feeling of his warmth to ever stop.

I did not want any of what this moment made me feel to ever stop after I had to experience it with no one but a person that deeply matters to me.

The only person I’ve ever wanted to feel this kind of amazing feelings with.

I didn’t want it to stop.

Not yet.

Not ever.

It was amazing.

He was amazing.

As we both started to take our breaths back, when his hand dropped from my cheek to my waist, joining the other, the feeling of looking in his eyes once again was astounding.

It was just a glance.

But, when you happen to be in total love, it isn’t just a simple glance, it’s always a special one.

What you feel about it won’t ever change.

I’m sure of it, in my case.

I wish I could be looking at him forever.

But...not that I want to ruin the moment but, it was really late, and windy.

Not the best time to look at each other for hours.

After a certain amount of time, Spencer had been the one to briefly break contact, before maintaining it once again, but with a different emotion plastered on his face this time.

“I’m sorry for...before, I panicked and I-”

Okay, here goes nothing.

“I don’t want you to go yet.” I admitted. “That's kind of the reason...I said and did that too. I wanted to kiss you but, it was also to feel you close a bit more, a four hour date wasn’t enough and I don’t think it’ll ever be.”

He seemed surprised at my confession.

Just say something, I hate it when there’s a blank.

Especially when I just said this to you.

“...if you want me to stay, just tell me.” He said. “I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me, as long as you want. Even for a whole week, a month, hell- forever, let’s be crazy.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just feel like I would be bothering you.”

“You’re not. I’m actually happy to get to stay more. It’s not bothersome at all, on the contrary. I’m happy to stay.”

I’m happy too.

“Thanks for that. I really...appreciate it.” I admitted.

“The pleasure’s mine.”

“Wow, you’re playing it ‘gentleman-like’ now?”

“I guess so. I would also say it can be because I’ve seen a bit too much of Miraculous Ladybug when I was babysitting kids. Cat Noir’s nice.”

“You know lines of Cat Noir?”

“Yeah, I picked up a few one.”

“Really? You’re gonna say them all the time now?”

“Of course, my lady.”

“I’m never gonna get used to that. It’s weird hearing you say that.”

“But it’s romantic, there’s a lot in the TV shows you watch. The characters do that too.”

“But you’re not one of the characters, you’re Spencer Reid. You’re yourself. You don’t need to throw Cat Noir lines to charm me or something. Just you...is enough.”

“You sound like ladybug...and also Marinette.”

“We’re kind of them- well- kind of, as what we deal with isn’t...close to a kid’s show, but, we save people.”

“Oh, we should-”

“No, I’m not dressing up as ladybug for halloween.”

“...can’t say I didn’t try.”

“There’s no way I’m dressing up in a suit-” I argued.

“We would have been equal, I’d be in one too.”

“I’m not doing it-”

“...guess I’ll have to come up with something else then.”

“Yeah. We have at least six months to think about it so...that’s enough for me, I guess.”

“It’s short. We’re gonna end up one week before.” He complained.

“Stop worrying about that- just get inside with me, it’s getting cold.”

“I could give you my sweater and jacket, I don’t mind.”

“Just- get inside Reid.”

“I was joking!”

“Sure you do. Do you think I’d stay outside for another hour?”

“I just thought it was because you were cold-”

“I’m gonna check if you don’t have a fever when we get up- you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Nah, you’re a bit tired, from what you said.”

“I didn’t actually mean it.”

“Sure, let’s get you to bed, grandpa.”

"I'm 32-"

"So?"

"I don't see why you call me grandpa."

"You don't have the reference? The meme, you know?"

"No, I don't."

"You're disappointing, Reid."

“Is it going to get worse in later seasons? It’s too calm.” Spencer pointed out.

“Uh...possibly. Season one is pretty calm, not- entirely, but...okay compared to later ones. There’s a lot going on in Supernatural, and it gets pretty hard when you get attached to the characters. The writers like to hurt us.”

“They’re taking all of the pain of the fans on twitter as inspiration.”

I snorted. “I’m really starting to wonder if it’s not the case at this point.”

“I noticed they tend to do that at the end of seasons too. They throw in a cliffhanger where you think that the character is going to die, and then, they make you wait months...just to show they had a scratch on the arm.” He explained.

“It’s true...they did that a lot of times. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen after season one though. I bet it’s only going to get worse.”

“Probably. I bet they won’t be extra nice with letting them live peacefully.”

“You…” I stopped in my sentence, yawning. “...said it. Sorry- I’m a bit tired.” I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh you should probably- go to bed, yeah. I'll leave the bed to you, you know."

"Why would you sleep on the couch?"

"Uh...well, uh...I don't know."

"We're sleeping in the same bed, it's not the end of the world."

"...are you uh- sure?"

"I guess. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

“I just figured that...it’d be sort of embarrassing, or even awkward for you.”

“I don’t get why it would be, it’s okay. Plus, you deserve to sleep comfortably if you’re tired as well.”

“Okay, then.”

I paused for a bit, thinking about a detail. “...It’s probably stupid to ask, but...which side do you usually prefer? Just so that, there aren't any problems if you sleep on a specific one, you know.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be taking you side or anything, as you said, if you prefer a specific...one.”

“Why did you think I asked? And, in case we prefer the same, we’ll just settle on one, that's all I can think of.”

“...it wasn’t stupid to ask though.” Spencer reassured.

“Really? I...it’s not everyday that I ask that kind of stuff, especially as this situation doesn’t happen everyday. But, at least, I can say that I’ve already done it. It’s...something.”

“Yeah, same. It’s just...I don’t know, what would you call it?”

“Half stupid, half nice? I have no idea as well.” I admitted.

“...we can just leave it there, we’ll never find it.”

“True- Are you coming, or doing a whole routine like drinking water, going to the bathroom, tidying up everything, checking mails and all of the possible stuff that you could do?”

“Do you really think I could be doing that?”

“Kind of. Wouldn’t be surprising if you were doing that. But I’d say it’s a waste of time, if it’s 10PM, you end up going at 11:30 something. The least I’d do would be...water and bathroom. But again- I won’t criticize, it’s fine with me. Just don’t make hella noise.” I detailed.

“I just...check mails...a lot, yeah. Also uh...I make sure everything is ready in case we get called in so I don’t rush; so, I do a lot of stuff. But as if it’s a calm week, I guess I can skip getting the bag ready, and probably mails as I answer them later.”

“That’s...good to know at least. Less stress before going to bed.”

“Kind of. I tend to do all of the stuff I forget all day at night, which causes me to do a lot of stuff, being afraid that they won’t be done on time, so...it’s nice to have less stress.”

“Really nice after what you said.” I pointed out. “Are you sure you’re okay though? We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world, if that’s the thing that bothers you.”

“No, you’re not….it isn’t- It’s not the problem. I just, never really...did it, and...I have no idea why I’m stressing over that. It’s kind of stupid as we’re just gonna sleep.”

“You’ll be out like a light in two minutes Spence, it won’t be a problem if that’s what stresses you out. Also, it kind of is...the feeling you can’t describe, and me neither. It’s like...stress, awkwardness, a mix, you know.”

“Exactly, it’s kind of that.” He agreed.

“Didn't know we were thinking the same about that. Well, I guess we’ll see. We should go before it’s too late.”

“Yeah, we...probably should.”

“Relax up a bit. Just chill.”

“I’m perfectly relaxed.” He argued.

“No you’re not. Stop lying, I don’t even need to profile you to know. You’re like a balloon ready to explode.”

“I really don’t see what you’re talking about, y/n.” He muttered.

“Did anyone tell you that you’re very convincing? Turns out they were lying, genius.”

“I think I’m the one freaking out now.” I admitted, out of the blue.

“I’m not really freaking out anymore. I guess I gave all of my stress away to you.”

“It’s quite thoughtful, thanks.”

“Maybe you’re just hot, who knows. I’m fine on my side.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not hot, it was freezing cold outside, so it is inside. I know when it’s hot and when it’s not.”

“Uh then...try to take deep breaths? I don’t know what you could do.”

Why don’t you try to be less handsome, huh?

“I think it’s the awkwardness and stress mix kicking in, as I said earlier.”

“Do you want to talk for a bit? Maybe it’ll calm you down.”

“Sure, why not.” I agreed, turning to the other side to face him.

That guy has to realize that his face is what’s distracting me.

“What did you think about today?” He asked.

“It was...really fun. Quite more than I expected I think. I guess I’d be down for other ones.”

“I can’t guarantee I’m not going to slide one or two essays in it though.”

“I’m fine with it. You know listening to you...never bothered me. I don’t think it’ll ever bore me. Who doesn’t like a few facts?”

“Even when it’s all about science or pagan rituals? The cop looked at me weirdly and even asked what kind of doctor I was. Someone else had to talk to revive the conversation.”

You bet, not everyone’s used to it.

“I do remember that one. You looked pretty...proud about it when you finished the sentence. I swear that I would have revived it first or would have kept going. I know a bit about it. What did you say to creep him out?”

“I think that...there was candle wax on the tree, and I said the usual stuff, as a matter of fact, it was used to protect the birth day celebrants from demons, and that the celebration got rejected by Christianity as a pagan ritual’. That’s when he asked.”

That totally explains.

“It wasn’t embarrassing, don’t worry. He just...wasn’t used to that. That almost happens with every new person you meet. I’m out of the ‘almost’ I guess. I was surprised, but got kind of interested.”

“Again, that was surprising. Not everyone would have reacted like you did. I know the others try not to hurt me and listen to it until it’s enough.”

“It’s distracting sometimes, you can always keep going. But not too late, 2AM essays aren’t my thing. Sleeping at 2AM is.”

Getting to sleep at 2AM doesn’t even matter anymore, I’m just glad to be able to sleep.

“I’ll try then.”

“You better.” I warned, pulling my jacket closer to my body as I felt a few chills.

His gaze hadn’t left my figure, hence, he noticed. “...you’re still cold?”

“A bit, I guess.”

“Do you uh...want to...get closer?”

“If you don’t mind, I don’t know. I don’t want it to be embarrassing.”

“It’s not, I swear. I just don’t want you to freeze, I guess.” He admitted, raising one of his arms.

“Okay, thanks.” I slowly got closer, not wanting to invade too much.

“I said you could get closer, that is barely closer than before. Come here.” He pointed out, which I responded to with a sigh as my head ended up resting against his chest. “I told you it wasn’t weird.”

“I thought it’d be for you.” I answered.

“It’s not...anymore. It’s actually fine...now that you’re here.”

“...really? You were kind of stressed about it just a bit ago.”

“Don’t remind me, it’s embarrassing again now. Do as your brain is a computer and delete the file.”

You’re the computer, I’m not.

“It’s fun when you react like that, why would I stop?”

“That’s offending.”

“You, offended? I don’t think so. You don’t sound like it, you’re acting.”

“That hurted my feelings even more, I think my heart might die because of such cruelty. You should be careful with your words, my lady.”

“You’re starting to look like Cat Noir. It’s cheesy. I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.”

“Maybe I am Cat Noir, who knows.”

“Guess you’re gonna have to give back your power, you’re not supposed to say it.”

That shows how many nights I’ve spent babysitting kids, especially Matt’s, they watch it way too much.

“Never said I was.”

I kind of wish you were, it’d be fun to see you in that costume.

“Spencer, you sound like him now. You’re definitely him, can’t change my mind about that.”

“I just sound like him, doesn’t mean I am.”

“I have the last word, stop.”

“Okay, I’m stopping. But you have to sleep first, I’m not sleeping until you’re asleep.”

“...bossy.” I spat.

“I’m taking care of you, I’m not bossy.”

“...what’ver.”

“Whatever, right.” Spencer repeated, hesitating for a bit before putting his lips on my forehead, softly kissing it a few times. “I totally agree with you.”

“Mhm.” I lazily said, growing a bit more tired.

“Good night, y/n.”

Nothing much had been planned for today; so when I had woken up, I really didn’t need to feel stressed about rushing into work as most of it would only be paperwork.

Spencer was still asleep. He had stirred up a bit when I stood up, but it didn’t wake him much. He was sleeping as a baby, even when I accidentally banged my foot against a shelf, nothing woke him up.

I exited the room with a chuckle, heading to the kitchen aisle to fill up a glass of water; sitting on the counter when I had the glass in hand.

It wasn’t really late, just about 8AM, I could still head to work around 9 or 10 as our work hours were to be chosen by us when nothing urgent was to be done; but, the limit was still about 10AM, the hour to be chosen more freely was around the end of the day.

Too bad we can’t head in somewhere in the afternoon.

I hate that work just for that.

I slightly jumped from the counter, peering over the bedroom to see Spencer still sound asleep, only his position had changed.

As I looked in the room, his sweater had been messily put on one of the chairs in the corner, almost at the edge of it.

Time to make jokes and steal a sweater.

I slightly laughed, walking to the chair as I grabbed the sweater, heading back outside when I had the item in hand.

In a few seconds, I had put my head in the top hole, then my arms in the sleeves, arranging the sweater afterwards.

Good luck to get it back, Reid.

“Hey, did you-” Spencer asks, before putting his eyes on me. “Is that my sweater, or am I having hallucinations?”

“That is your sweater, indeed. You’re not hallucinating.”

“Is it being rude to ask why you’re wearing it?”

“I don’t know, I like it.”

“And...is it possible to get it back later?”

“Not sure….no.”

“At least you were clear.” Spencer chuckled, sitting on the couch as I joined him after a minute.

“Last night was really nice. I appreciated the forehead kisses.”

“I just...felt like it would be reassuring, glad to know that. I could do it often if you’d like to. I don’t mind.”

“Every night, no matter the situation. If we leave and don’t see each other for a few hours, forehead kisses, even if we don’t sleep at the other’s place, forehead kisses- basically every time we have to separate for a bit. But- you can also do it when we’re together, so...correction, all the time.”

“Gotcha, all the time.”

“I may give you back your sweater at some point if you keep your promise.”

“I don’t actually mind, you can keep it. Just tell me when you take my clothes so I don’t think that some alien stole my clothes in the night.”

“I’ll send you a text every time I’ll be taking one. You might receive a lot though…”

“Just try to leave two or three shirts and some pants so I don’t have to go out in the street naked.”

“I will- don’t worry.” I said, laughing.

“Too bad I can’t take yours in exchange. I’m not a fan of...tops.”

“You know what? That’s not a bad idea. I’m gonna take everything in your closet and only leave pants and that top. Thanks for the idea!” I thanked, getting up from the couch as he tried to catch me when I started to run.

At least now, I can’t say that I had a bad week.

It was better than expected;

For...probably the both of us.

If you liked this fic, let me know here!

#cm #cm fic #cm cbs #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #Criminal Minds Spencer Reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

49 notes · View notes