#YOU ARE A DARLING AND A GODSEND AND I ADORE YOU

[citrinesparkles]

hello!! 🎶 they’re nothing new, but, per your request, im sharing songs that make me //feel//:

paranoid—black sabbath (everything about this song takes me to another plane of existence)

wolf like me — tv on the radio(makes me feel unhinged, i swear i’m feeling the effects of the full moon with this one)

bleed it out — linkin park (🎶⛓️🖤)

machine gun blues — social distortion (this song has me feeling like a getaway driver, very dangerous when i’m behind the wheel 🫢)

highway tune—greta van fleet (this song is so sexy idk)

i o u - you me at six (the bass is so seductive and the voice/lyrics are definitely helping 😏)

OH MY GODDDD I OWE YOU MY LIFE. im giving you the worlds biggest hug EVER in HISTORY AND 🏆 an award for great taste bc there is not a single dud here. Thoughts™️ below bc if theres one thing im gonna do its talk

paranoid - A CLASSIC FOR A REASONNNNNN ugh every now and again i forget how good this track is and this was a Wonderful reminder

wolf like me - this one is new to me and i am. obsessed. obsessed. WILL be driving to this song. will be blasting this while i get ready. will be looping. such a good song oh my god.

bleed it out - LINKIN PARK MY MOST BELOVEDDDDDDD GODDDD this song rewired my brain when i heard it the first time and i have NEVER ever been the same. thank you for the excuse to blast it. 💖💖 lp is actually one of my favorite bands and this is one of my favorite songs by them, so when i saw it in your message i actually went :D!!!! HDJFHFJ i was so excited

machine gun blues - you are gonna get me into TROUBLE with this song omg. this is enabling in song form. getaway driver is EXACTLY the vibe, and i am immediately shoving it into my "not for driving" playlist bc i do not trust myself. (drive safe, kids. dont do guitar and drive.)

highway tune - omg i love greta van fleet and i dont know this song :0 this is so fun help???OBSESSED w the vocals and the funky music and absolutely think this needs to be Top Volume. omg im about to be SO annoying with this song

i o u - AND A STRONG ASS FINISHER. holy cats this is such a song??? 😭 you're exactly correct and this is another for the getting ready playlist bc this is fantastic for my ego. (not so much for those that have to deal with me, but c'est la vie <3)

okay. all that in mind i definitely have to recommend femme fatale (another getaway driver song i cant drive to HDJFHFJF) and skeleton man by coyote kid, as well as sing along by sturgill simpson (which has a bananas music video, if you're a music video person!)

edit omg i am. so miffed i forgot rock show by halestorm- the source of my bio lyrics smh!!!!!! you wanna talk about a song that makes you feel something oh my god i lose my mind every time

[cinniipuppiii]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy? Thank you!

Relationship HCs with Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy! (SEPERATE)

Includes:....Cana, Lisanna, Lucy, and GN Reader (a bit of fem reader pictured, but it's not stated.)

Let's be real, there's NO way you can match her when it comes to drinking.

If you can, you're like a godsend to her.

Anyways. She's protective and easily jealous when it comes to you.

Like, someone could look at you the wrong way and she'd be like: "You got a problem??"

She tells you what the cards say about you two because she gets excited.

She's chaotic and you love her for it. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't!

She always has an arm wrapped around you. She just loves feeling your skin against hers.

She's a big spoon for sure. She just loves hugging you tight.

She will ALWAYS fight with you and go on missions with you. You two are a duo that NO ONE can break up.

She calls you things like: "Dollface", "Doll", and "Darling".

She does anything to see you get red in the face. She finds it so adorable.

Be prepared to be shown off EVERYWHERE. She loves showing you off because of how special you are to her.

She'd be the type to have rudely sweet advice. Like, she'd tell you that you're fucking stupid for thinking you're ugly, but mean it affectionately.

Your clothes are hers, but her clothes are hers.

She's the man of the relationship, even if you're amab or afab. She don't care.

She's very similar to her sister. She's just the cutest girlfriend.

She's not jealous because she trusts you, but she does defend you no matter what.

If you're wrong, she will let you know in the kindest way possible.

There's no arguing with her. She's too sweet to let it go that far.

She brought you to her siblings the first week you two were dating to see if they liked you.

They did, which made her happy.

She called you thins like: "Sweetheart", "Love", and "Honey".

You two got promise rings!!

She was the little spoon!! She loved feeling your arms around her. It made her feel so safe.

When she passed, you put her promise ring on your left hand while yours was on the right.

You never got into another relationship after her. You felt as if it would disrespect her, seeing as how you both planned on getting married.

You visit her grave every day since she died. You clean it and bring new flowers everytime. You talk to her as if she's still there.

You know she's gone, but you can't help but hold her near and dear to your heart.

You know she's watching over you. You stay strong, for her sake and her siblings' sake.

CONSTANT sleepovers. You basically live with her at this point.

She's more of a gift kind of person. She prefers spoiling you to show her affection. That and quality time.

You two plan out dates whenever you're free. Movie dates, picnic dates, watching the stars dates, etc. Nothing is out of the picture!

She's the little spoon. She likes when you hold her, since she feels safe with you.

She's a little awkward when it comes to initating pda, so you're usually the one who does it first.

You're her protector. You fight for her no matter what and she loves you for it.

She's the one who patches your wounds and calls you an idiot for being reckless.

Her spirits LOVE you. Even Aquarius is nice to you, which surprises the hell out of Lucy.

When Aquarius first met you, she interrogated the hell out of you.

Eventually, she came to like you and actually congratulated Lucy on pulling.

You were the first to read her book, sorry Levy!!

She trusts you with her life.

She calls you things like: "Babe", "Darling", and "Idiot".

She's definitely rude. But like, in the way you can tell she cares deeply about you and is just joking around.

[flaneur001]

As I was lounging about, I had this idea, what if Angel was buff, super into fitness and manhandled Ren thus giving me a little story inspo~

Ren/dacted x [Fitness Freak/ Gym Rat ] GN-Angel

(Ren Fluff) (proofread)

Word count-1278

Its sfw

(The characters belong to @14dayswithyou )

Short summary- It’s a Ren/dacted fluff. Angel is a fitness freak and doesn’t like Ren eating unhealthy food. So they punish Ren by making him drink their special breakfast smoothie

(Also I’ve made Angel a ‘Brawns over Brains’ type of character, and comically exaggerated their strength)

TW-Mentions of Calories, weight

Anything For You, My love

‘Slink…grab’ ‘Slink….grab’

The fluorescent pink yoyo bounced and wound back into Ren’s grasp, as he laid on his back lazily, long legs half dangling down the edge of the bed. His baby blue eyes burned holes on his bedroom door as he wearily stared at his handiwork. The new hinges securing the door looked stronger than the last. But he couldn’t be sure, so he had also stacked a chair against the door for extra measure.

‘Any minute now’,he thought. As if on cue a pair of heavy footsteps thudded on the hardwood floor, as they approached his room. An almost nervous smile broke onto his face as he waited, face scrunched up with anticipation at the complete uncertainty of the situation. His posture straightened and he sat cross-legged on the bed, watching, waiting like a big curious cat.

Knock Knock Knock

A loud rap at his door made his lips quirk up as he answered, “What’s the matter Angel?” He said in a feigned innocent voice.

“You know what! Now open up”, the low voice demanded.

“And what if I don’t?” Ren teased, enjoying it a tad more than necessary. A hint of a smirk lighting up his features.

“Then you leave me no choice RenRen”, they sighed mockingly as they cracked their knuckles.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you okay hon?”

‘Huh…no way…not again. They wouldn’t dare’ Ren thought as he peacefully closed his eyes and relaxed into the body-pillow covered with his Angel’s large hoodie. ‘They’re bluffing right…right?!” He opened one eye, a little nervous at the ominous silence in the hallway.

But the silence didn’t last long as a loud BAM followed by a CRASH almost made Ren jump out of his bed. The keyword being almost. The door to his room flew off of its hinges, as he stared stoically at the chair sprawled on the floor of his bedroom. His Angel stood over the remnants of the door with a self-satisfied smirk on their face. Smug little devil

“I can’t believe you actually did it Angel’, he murmured laughing beside himself, God how could he not adore such a crazy cinnamon roll?!

“And I can’t believe you snuck in an entire box of Ramen, when I threw away your last stash just yesterday. I swear if I didn’t love you, I would've…”, Angel trailed off and pinched the bridge of their nose in exasperation. Acting all patronizing as if they didn’t just forcefully enter a room by breaking through a door.

Ren’s eyes lit up half in amusement and half in excitement as he practically leapt out of his bed and wrapped a big arm around Angel’s waist.

Bending down he whispered, his lips almost touching the shell of Angel’s ear teasingly, “Complete the sentence my Angel. You would’ve what? Punished me?” He leaned back only to throw a maddening smirk towards them purposely riling his little firecracker.

They let out a bark of laughter as they simply stared at the pink-haired man, peeved at his baiting, “You would like that wouldn’t you? No but I’ve planned something much much better darling” They smiled condescendingly as they wrapped their arms around his waist, circling him in their embrace like a trap.

“Do you have any idea how unhealthy that is…you practically inhale that trash like it’s some godsend treat. And DO NOT get me started on those damned energy drinks”, Angel rambled, speaking absentmindedly about calories and whatnot, huffily.

What Angel didn’t know was that he was enjoying every little second of this conversation. His heart thudded wildly at the simple intimacy of their actions. ‘My Angel worries about me’ he mused.

To say Ren was whipped would be the understatement of the century. No, he was devoted to his Angel.

‘Aha! Gotchu!’ Angel smiled inwardly sensing Ren’s distraction.They didn’t miss a beat as they swiped a foot under Ren’s feet and knocked him off balance carrying that bulking man on their shoulders, in a fireman’s carry, as if he weighed nothing.

“Ah!” He let out a surprised yelp, but then let his Angel manhandle him, fondly surrendering to their wild antics. He mumbled half to himself, “Sometimes I can’t believe how such a small thing can pack so much strength”, his body shook with laughter as he swatted Angel’s bum playfully.

“Oi hands to yourself mister…right now you are nothing but a sack of potatoes”, Angel ordered as they carried the man towards the kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow, a smile dancing on his lips in amusement, “But I’m your sack of potatoes right Angel?”

Angel groaned rolling their eyes at Ren, but a small grin crept on their face. They too enjoyed these little moments between them, but they wouldn’t admit it to Ren’s face. The man was already so full of himself.

“I’m not answering that. And who are you calling small? Sure I’m a little shorter than you, but I’ve got a sleeper’s build. Annnnd I lift double your weight”, Angel huffed.

With a flourish they dropped Ren on one of the chairs lining the dining table. And went to grab whatever that they had left on the kitchen counter.

“So what is this much better-than-punishment-thingy you have prepared for me, my Angel?” Ren asked, swinging his legs like a child as he stared at his Angel, filling two mugs with a pitcher, emptying the entire contents.

Wearily his eyes scanned his kitchen, studying the crime scene. Broccoli, chicken breast, spinach, oranges, asparagus,kiwi, honey and eggs lay haphazardly strewn across the marble countertops. He stiffened, already knowing what his Angel was up to.

“Here” Angel smiled innocently as they slid the mug full of what looked like sludge—there was no better way to put it—towards him and clinked their mug with his as they winked cheekily,“Cheers RenRen”

Ren almost balked as Angel downed the whole thing in one long gulp. “Angel…what is it?” He asked reluctantly

“My breakfast smoothie duh…I made the recipe myself…here take a look” they said excitedly as they slid the piece of paper across the table towards him.

Ren flinched inwardly as he read the ingredients, surely enough his suspicions were spot on. His Angel had poured all the ingredients on the counter into a blender and made this poison smoothie.

“Darling, this recipe should be censored destroyed pronto, we don’t want people stealing this abomination treasure” Ren chuckled nervously scratching the back of his neck as he stared at the mug with apprehension.

“That so?”, Angel smiled knowingly, as they leaned back folding their arms across their chest. “Then taste it and tell me how you like it” they challenged, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ta-taste it Angel? Why, I wanna preserve it like the treasure it is. Pass it down to our children like an heirloom”, he said slowly inching the mug away from him.

Angel maintained a stoic expression, resisting the urge to burst into laughter at their RenRen’s cuteness.

They leaned forward, propping their chin on their hands as an idea formed into their mind. Angel pouted, jutting their bottom lip out as they stared at Ren with puppy dog eyes, “You won’t have it? But I made it especially for you. It’s so healthy. Pretty please?” They mumbled and put on a convincing show, batting their eyelashes and all.

Angel almost broke the façade ready to tease Ren, when he leaned ahead, grabbed the mug and downed the smoothie in one go, startling Angel. They couldn’t believe that Ren actually drank it. They were only teasing him, but he really did it.

As Angel regarded Ren with wonder, tilting their head to the side, the pink haired man simply beamed at them and whispered, “Anything for you my love”

[shaisuki]

THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU FLIRT WITH MY GIRL (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ think twice before you flirt with a sweet looking thing. you will never know what kind of disaster is coming for you.

SAY MY NAME (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ falling asleep is nothing but when you say their name while asleep things change.

HIDDEN INTENTIONS (nanami kento)

ᝰ.ᐟ nobody knew what's going on inside his head.

THE STRONGEST: A SERIES (gojo satoru)

ᝰ.ᐟ a compilation of drabbles featuring the great gojo satoru. ranging from steamy scenes to teeth-rotting fluff to the most angsty scenes.

IS THIS WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE? (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ ahh, young love it is.

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE: A SERIES (toji fushiguro)

ᝰ.ᐟ a short series of drabbles featuring toji and his chubby wife and baby megumi.

ME, SATORU AND OUR ADOPTED KIDS: A SERIES (gojo satoru)

ᝰ.ᐟ a compilation of drabbles featuring gojo and the fushiguro siblings as they make way of their new and chaotic ways of living.

MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIEND (geto suguru)

ᝰ.ᐟ a happy life with your husband suguru and with your twins, what could you wished for, not until your husband's best friend took the form of the green-eyed monster.

WHAT DO YOU NEED, BABY? (gojo satoru)

ᝰ.ᐟ your husband is more than willing to provide what you need.

SSSH, DON'T CRY (itadori & gojo)

ᝰ.ᐟ they always unintentionally made you cry.

GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER (geto suguru)

ᝰ.ᐟ for every mistake, punishment takes place.

PIECE BY PIECE (geto suguru)

ᝰ.ᐟ it may took too long but suguru is determined you will never experience the same pain again.

BLOOD FOR BLOOD (choso kamo)

ᝰ.ᐟ as revenge choso decided to kill you but what happens when the scent of your blood does something inevitable to him?

NOT YOUR FAULT (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ after a terrible feeling of guilt, they just know how to comfort you.

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME, DARLING? (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ they have given more what you needed and provided for you and yet, it's not enough. why would you dare leave them when all they had is the "love" they have for you.

GREAT PRETENDER (itadori yuuji)

ᝰ.ᐟ you should have never played fire if you can't face the repurcussions.

GETTING COMFY, ARE WE? (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ you could be so affectionate with them if you want, it would be adorable if you would just forget what they did to you.

POSITIVE TEST RESULTS (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ a baby! the excitement and the incomprehensible joy they felt when they are expecting from you. a blessing or a curse? anyways, no matter what it is to keep you in place with them.

BRUISES AND DEAD BODIES (various)

ᝰ.ᐟ there's lines that cannot be crossed with them and involving you is a dumb way to die.

SON, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CUTE. MIND IF I HAVE A TASTE? (toji fushiguro)

ᝰ.ᐟ in which toji couldn't help but to steal a taste of his son's girlfriend. hope he doesn't find out. poor megumi.

[artemispt]

Babe babe babeeee guess who's back and girl yk what I think at this point we should just start taking taking dancing lessons theres only so many moves I can imagine in my head when Carlos is doing so well.

WE GOT A CARLANDO PODIUM !!!!!!

I also love it when you always reply to my asks and indulge me in my madness so sweetly makes me always wanna hug you so tightly and never let you go (once again i genuinely genuinely adore you, and istg you're my favourite blog to talk to)

Fun fact I've never eaten sushi before. Smth about fish really doesn't click with me .

Ooh darling the concerts sound exciting. Are you gonna go to a few them or just like one. Tell me all about em if you go okay I'd love to hear about it.

Sending you more more hugs because of the team building thing at work. I hope you feel better about it. And babe ik you can do it . I'm also willing to sign up to be your personal cheerleader if you need. I've been told I'm really good at pep talks. I'll always ve in your corner if you need me.

And I'm okay. Degree is kicking my ass but that's the usual. I got my exam dates so that's stressful. And my hair well like you said it didn't look that bad the next day and darling believe me when I say this you really helped me that night even the article was godsend. So thank you thank you again for that. Anyways lovely talking again. Sending you so much love from me. Hope you had a great weekend.

P.S sorry sorry for such a long message I really got carried away.

❤️🧡

HIIIII!!!! *HUGS YOU* CARLANDO PODIUM AHHHHH I think I'm gonna dream with it today! Awww and I really love receiving your messages 🥰 I also adore you, you are always so sweet (I'm sure I already said this, but it's true and I need to say it). Oh you're like Lando! Now I'm hearing Carlos' voice in my head saying "Lando, it has no fish this one!" (I LOVE that video). I'm gonna go to a few of them. No famous bands, but I love them! (I'm a metal kind of girl, although I listen other genres as well). Yes, I can tell you everything! Oh I might need pep talks every day ahahah It's just like for some reason I'm a completely different person at work. Here and with family/friends I'm easy going, funny (I think ahahah), but I'm VERY SERIOUS at work. There's some days that I barely talk with anyone. So, team buildings are hell for me. Ok, sorry for sharing too much, don't want to bother you! I'm sure you will do very well on your exams! What are you studying? (if you want to share, of course) Ahh I'm happy you're feeling better with your hair and that I could help you in some way ❤️

No need to apologize, you can send a 1000 page message if you want! Hope you have a great week! A million hugs to you 🫶

[nickgerlich]

Oh, Baby

Life was so much simpler in ye olden days. If your company or CEO stepped in the doggie-doo, you just found a stick and cleaned it off. But today, we have social media, and backlashes can be far worse than anything you stepped in.

Case in point: Ying Liu, the CEO and founder of Kyte Baby, and the Bamboo Moms who are furious with her. It’s just that Liu stepped in it twice, maybe even three times. Oh, it’s so important that what comes out of your mouth after the first misstep isn’t equally as offensive.

Herein lies the rub: Bamboo Moms are a dedicated group of customers who adore Kyte Baby clothes for their little tykes, because they are spun from bamboo fibers. Some babies have eczema and other skin disorders, and bamboo garments are a godsend.

You would think that Kyte Baby would embody everything that goes into being a baby, a Mom, and the culture of that, but no. Liu denied one of her own employees work-from-home privileges while the worker’s baby was hospitalized. Shame. How can you be baby-centric and then do this? The employee—known by her first name, Marissa—was fired.

But wait, there’s more.

After the uproar went viral, Liu opened her mouth and stepped in it again by issuing an apology that seemed heavily scripted and disingenuous. You can always tell when someone is reading from a script. Well, most of the time. I hope you cut me some slack on the audio version of this, because I seldom ad lib from the written. There I go, digressing again.

Anyway, this caused yet another uproar on social media, and you most definitely do not want to upset a bunch of Momfluencers, the people who take their Kyte Baby-clad darlings to play dates and so forth, showing the rest of the world what great clothes they have bought.

So Liu issued a second apology, and…oh…this was all on TikTok, where it could be seen and shared the world over. Essentially, the situation has now spun completely out of control, with new videos emerging showing indignant Moms throwing away their Kyte Baby clothes, or selling them.

Now it is time to cue some common sense. I understand why the Moms are upset and all that, but you have already paid for these onesies and related items, and at no small price, mind you. To purge your baby’s dresser of these is no different from Kid Rock last spring when he was firing shotgun blasts at cases of Bud Light (he has since recanted and returned to his favorite brand). Sunk costs are sunk costs, and this has nothing to do with the sunk cost fallacy. You are biting off your nose to spite your face.

I mean, unless you are just so fabulously wealthy that you can afford such shenanigans.

People were doing the same thing with their Nikes after the Colin Kaepernick incident. It’s one thing to firmly resolve never to buy something again, but to throw good money away? Nah.

As for Liu, this is just the latest example of a corporate communication crisis. This kind of thing has been happening for a long time now, and has greatly intensified in the social media era. I recall when Lowe’s (the DIY chain) was faced with controversy in 2011 when it was one of among roughly 60 advertisers on TLC’s All-American Muslim.

The Florida Family Association—a state-level organization, mind you, and not at the national level—chose Lowe’s as the object of their scorn, and staged a boycott. This alone caused quite a stir.

So what did Lowe’s do? It pulled the ads, which then caused those in the pro-Muslim community, as well as those supportive of diversity, to become enraged. Lowe’s then took to social media, which had the effect of an inebriated person drunk-tweeting at 2am on a Saturday when the bars close. Not a good move.

Apologies can—and in this case—look disingenuous, and the Lowe’s Facebook page had more than 30,000 negative comments. The Twitterverse was also afire. So what did Lowe’s do next? Simple. It just deleted the entire post and comments, which was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

It took awhile for the embers to die down, and eventually Lowe’s walked away more or less unscathed. But it was pretty rocky for about six months, and folks on both sides were busy vowing to boycott. My colleagues and I published several papers on the incident, as well as boycotting behavior.

As for Ms. Liu, she needs to let any employee who needs a little compassion to work remotely. This is even more true for a company that champions babies and motherhood. How could she be so tone deaf?

Let the lesson be learned. Your constituents are watching closely all the time, and waiting for you to step in that pile. What you do next will be done under a magnifying glass.Watch your step, my friends. Your turn may come sooner than you would like. And the internet does not forget.

Dr “Baby, Baby” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[manias-wordcount]

Care (Sebastian Michaelis)

Kinktober 2021 Day Twenty: Sleepy

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“It’s time for your bath, milady.”

  Sebastian always takes care of you. Even at eighteen, you’re still considered to be a helpless young thing. With ribbons that you struggle to tie and buttons that you can rarely do completely on your own- your younger cousin’s butler always felt like a godsend.

  As a woman of high status, there was little that is taught to you besides sitting still, sitting pretty, and being good entertainment. As a woman of high status who has not one, not two, but three older and successful brothers, you were brought up with the notion is that your sole purpose is to care, but mostly to be cared for. That a smile on your face and the shy facade is all you need to get by at least until one of your big brothers shows up to their darling little sister’s rescue. 

  In short, you’re soft. You’re dumb, you’re sweet, you’re docile, and you’re pretty. You’re more tempting than you know with that little head of yours in the clouds. But that’s okay.

  Because Sebastian always takes good care of you.

The bathwater is warm as you finally settle down in your place. Not too hot, not too cold. It’s the perfect temperature for your cold, frail body as you finally wash off from a long day braving the snow out on the streets of London. You feel unbelievably drained from this afternoon. You want nothing more than to rest. Unfortunately, you know Sebastian would not approve.

  You blink slowly as you take a look around the bathroom-  your  bathroom- in an effort to stay awake. It was redesigned to your heart’s content once you had taken up semi-permanent residence in the Phantomive Manor.   The en suite was luxurious, as it should be but it was decorated in all the colors that you absolutely  adored . A cute vanity, gorgeous tiles, and a larger-than-life bathtub that allowed you to lounge in it all you wanted. And that’s exactly what you want to do right now. 

  The warm feeling of the water brushing against your skin continued to lull you into a daze. You tried to focus on more things- of how the steam fogged up the mirror on the far side of the room, making it impossible to see out of. About how the clothes you striped out of are folded neatly in a pile- right next to the soft and fuzzy bathrobe you can’t wait to find yourself wrapped. But alas, it was a losing battle. You were just too tired to keep your weary eyes open in a relaxing environment such as this one.  

  It starts with one blink. You take a couple of seconds longer to open your eyes than usual. Then the next one takes a full minute. And the next time-  you swear you’re just resting your eyes a bit, that’s all . But by the fourth time, you’re swaying in your seat, and your mind is growing slow. And at the fifth? You’re falling backward. And backward, and backward, and  backward , and-

  “You ought to be more careful, Milady”  Sebastian’s velvety voice murmurs straight into your ear once you have fully fallen back onto his bare chest. Your body instinctively shivers, his voice going straight through your body but your eyes remained close- even as his long fingers trace patterns into your skin underneath the surface of the water. “If I wasn’t here to assist you, you could have easily drowned in such a state.”

  Sebastian doesn’t bathe with you often. In fact, this has probably been the first time in months that he’s joined you. Though he is the one who oversees all your baths. One too many mishaps with Mey-Rin, and Sebastian instantly took over to ensure your safety. Now every day, he draws you a bath, helps you undress, and helps you clean yourself. He’s always so soft with- nails gently scratching against your scalp as he washes your hair. Wandering hands that give out a surprise tickle here or there. It never fails to make you giggle and squeal as the normally so professional butler letting you  and  himself have. 

  Still, that meant that there was some strictness. Where some of your old maids would allow you to sneak a treat or two to snack on while you spend  hours  doing nothing but soak, Sebastian wouldn’t even dare entertain such an idea. You were rarely allowed to stay longer than you needed to. Even as a “resident” of the manor, you still had “duties” you had to perform...as if practicing piano and strolling the garden so that Ciel’s guests could “catch a glimpse of your feminine beauty” should be even be considered duties. Nevertheless, Sebastian let you get away with something. But falling asleep in the bath- putting yourself in such a dangerous position was  never  allowed. 

  “Mmm…’m sorry, Sebastian,” You slur out, your eyes fluttering open. You’re met with his humored smile as he stares down at you, watching you intently. You stare up at him, meeting his gaze and only breaking it when a hand wanders too close to the most sacred parts of your body and causes ripples in the water. “I can...I can try harder to stay, um… to stay awake...”

  It takes a lot of effort to get out your apology. In fact, you wonder if you were able to get out a coherent sentence at all at this point. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. It’s hard to think right now.  Really  hard. It’s even harder to  speak . His voice grows farther and farther away by the second. Your body feels like it’s floating. You don’t care about this stupid bath anymore. You don’t care about how it’s supposed to keep you warm or to prevent frostbite from being out in the cold for so long. You just want to go to bed.  Why won’t he let you go to bed?

  You can feel a pout start form on your face, but you don’t exactly care about keeping your composure right now. Instead, you wiggle around, almost as if you’re trying to leave his lap and get ready for bed yourself. Just as your body presses up against some long and oddly shaped around your backside, Sebastian makes his move. Instantly, one of his pale arms circles around your waist and anchors you down. You’re held close to his chest and forced to stay still as the dark-haired man gives you a stern look. You’re too tired to fight back against this time, and slump into his hold, eyes drooping shut. 

  “I am well aware of the fact that you are nearing sleep,” He begins, his voice quiet yet his tone still professional. The hand around your waist inches up slowly, and slowly, and suddenly there’s a hand cupping your breast. The gasp you let out is light and airy as the touch is suddenly but not unwelcomed. His hand grasps at your mound and plays with it in his hold, easily calming you down from your little tantrum from earlier. “However, you are in no position to get ready on your own. You require my services.”

  You don’t tell him off for speaking so directly towards you for multiple reasons. The first reason is simple, you just weren’t raised that way. If you had a problem with something, you always needed someone else to take care of it. Your parents, your brothers, even your younger cousin- you would always shy away from confrontations. Whether it would be because you’re too tired or that you’re just not used to someone having an issue with little ol’  you , it never ended well when you tried to do things for yourself 

  The second reason is pretty close to the first- it’s just that he’s  right . You doubt you’d be able to pull on your own nightgown without difficulty even when you’re full of energy. Now that you’re close to falling asleep on your cousin’s personal  butler,  you know good and well that putting on your nightgown is practically impossible at this rate. You doubt you’d be able to stand on your own two feet without assistance. You need help. You  always  need help. You always need  his  help. Try as you might- you’ve always been the helpless little lamb. The one who needs guidance and a hand to hold- even for the simplest of tasks. There’s no denying it. You  do  need his services. You  do  need him to take care of you. 

  And the third reason was a  very  compelling reason to sit still and sit pretty. The third reason was a hand cupping your most intimate area, hand’s splayed against your delicate and sensitive womanhood in a way that sends bolts of electricity throughout your body. Fingers trace the area, brush against parts of you that you’ve never explored by yourself. Yet another thing you’ve always needed Sebastian for. 

  This time when you shift your hips, you do so chasing a feeling. A feeling of pleasure- a feeling of getting the friction your body oh-so-naturally craves, even if you don’t know how to explain the feeling yourself. But in the end, you know it’s okay. You know whether or not you fall asleep, you’ll be fine. Afterall...

  “So allow me to service  you.”

  You know Sebastian always takes good care of you. 

[princessconsuela120]

☼HICCUPS☼

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Summary: you wake up to Andrew talking to your baby.

Warnings: dad Andrew, if that makes anyone uncomfortable. Pregnancy, otherwise none, just adorable fluff.

Author’s Note: First chapter to my Silly Love Songs series!!! This ones gonna be good. Check out the master list, the info page and details should be posted soon! I love him you guys, I don’t think you understand.

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MUMBLING COULD BE HEARD JUST BESIDE YOU AS YOU SLOWLY WOKE UP. You could suddenly feel how heavy your eyes were, signaling how tired you still were. Your feet were sore, your back was sore, pretty much every part of you was sore, yet it still didn’t cease the smile that spread across your lips. It was a faint smile, you didn't want to ruin Andrew’s moment with the fetus inside your stomach by letting him know you were awake. So you kept your eyes shut, hearing the small shushing from Andrew as he traced soft patterns against your exposed stomach.

“Careful little Roo, you don’t want to wake up your mummy. She really needs the sleep. You can kick for me when mum wakes up okay?” Andrew said softly, chuckling slightly when the baby continued small movements. He looked up at you with a nervous look on his face before sighing, kissing your stomach softly as he hummed soothingly, trying to calm the baby.

It was a shock, when you found out you were pregnant. You were 29, well into your relationship with Andrew, fresh off just being married. You had talked about children before, the two of you would always agree on wanting to have them but the conversations usually ended there. It wasn’t like you were trying to have a baby, but you weren’t really doing anything to avoid it either.

When you found out, you were nervous, and shocked, and excited all at the same time. And of course, Andrew was over the moon with joy. Ever since that day he had been the perfect husband (not that he wasn’t already). Foot Massages after work, carrying everything you needed to carry, holding back your hair when you would get sick, waking up every morning to him talking to the baby…this and so much more. He truly was a godsend, and you couldn’t be happier to have him.

Finally deciding you had been fake sleeping for long enough, you shifted slightly in your sleep, before fake yawning as you opened your eyes. Andrew looked up at you with a soft smile.

“Good morning love.” He whispered sweetly, kissing your cheek as you held his cheek in your left hand, your thumb softly rubbing against his cheek bone.

“Morning.” You replied, as he grabbed your other hand, intertwining your fingers with his before kissing your knuckles.

“Did I wake you darling?” He asked, still tracing pattern over your stomach. You smiled at his worry, shaking your head before placing a hand on your bump beside his.

“No,” you said, smiling as you moved his hand to the spot were the baby was moving most. “He has the hiccups.”

Andrew smiled in amazement down at your stomach as he chuckled. He glanced at you before kissing your hand again. So affectionate this one.

“The hiccups huh?” He asked, a wide smile on his face. You bit your lip, nodding as you both stared at your bump.

“Yeah, the doctor says it happens at this stage.”

He nodded, running his hand across the round of your belly before taking a deep breath.

“You gotta hold your breath buddy.” Andrew explained, making you chuckle. He tangled his fingers with yours again, his other hand rested below yours on your stomach. “Like this.” Andrew took in a breath, holding it in. You smiled, watching the scene before you in awe.

“Let me help.” I mumbled, now holding my breath as well. After a few seconds we both let out the air we had been holding in, smiling as the movement stopped. Andrew cheered.

“That’s my boy.” He whispered, placing another kiss against your stomach. It was sweet, and comforting, and mostly like these were probably your favorite parts of your pregnancy. The way he smiled with adoration, his whole world in his arms when he held you. There was no doubt in your mind that Andrew was the love of your life. And there wasn’t a day that went by that you weren’t filled with gratitude that he was yours.

[writinginstardust]

Real Conversation Prompts

Compiled a list of various things that have been said by myself and friends either irl or online and turned them into this silly little prompt list that’s mostly just humorous or general but has some fluffy and potentially angsty ones as well if you wanna take them that way. Feel free to use however you like and also to tag me in anything if you want because it would be fun to see my conversations with friends recontextualised. Have fun!

"You always being in my life is gift enough"

"I just wanna hug [them] forever"

"Baby, I'm so proud of you!"

"Just me, huh?" "Just you."

"I miss you, come back"

"I can't wait to see you"

"You're adorable"

"I wanna marry [them]"

"I support you in whatever decision you make"

"Every time I think about you my heart goes all fluttery"

"It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop"

"You're a godsend and I adore you"

"I never want to leave"

"Get on your knees"

"They can't keep us apart"

"I feel like a monster"

"If I don't, then who will?"

"Don't do this to me"

"It's called being soulmates, bitch"

"You're not just a snack, you're a whole damn picnic"

"Hush with your valid arguments"

"Rain can suck my ass"

"I'm gonna start eating people if I don't get food soon"

"I'm ready to simp"

"You can murder, if you like, it's chill"

"I am gay and I love drama"

"No joke, I will cut a bitch for you"

"Okay fuck this, fuck it right to hell!"

"Babe, I am going to scream"

"I take payment through love"

"She's a goddess. And a villain." "So just my type then?"

"Thanks for the trauma"

"I wanna pour bleach onto my brain"

"Laptops can sense fear don't you know?"

"Interesting 3am impulse you had there"

"That ass is keeping me going through this sickness"

"Honey… that's illegal." "well no one has to know…"

"Everyone go away, no one perceive me please"

"I swear I hate [them] more with every word"

"Why is war always [their] answer?"

"God, go get therapy and embrace your emotions, damn."

"I may have gone and done something slightly insane"

"I have some questions about your sleep schedule, ma'am"

"We all had our emo phase and he is our emo dream boy"

"I’m marrying that sweet son of a bitch"

"Chaos is my main personality trait"

"How do you even manage that?"

"Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

"Everyone else is just gonna have to live with my decisions"

"But darling, why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"

"I love you too, but please go to bed"

"Can I fuck [them] over to the good side?"

"I am a [woman] of many talents"

"I personally think I'm hilarious, but no one appreciates me"

"You know I'm illiterate"

"Guess whose been a dumbass again"

"Karma can fuck off, I want a refund"

"I make it my mission to ace every rainbow road to assert my dominance"

"Expect that in 6-8 business months"

"I don't know why, but I'm not really up to taking that sort of advice from you"

"You’re meant to be the nice one"

"What the ever-loving fuck happened?"

"I've lost control"

"Don't you dare." "I'm gonna do a thing. You can't stop me"

"I could sleep but at what cost?"

"I am not dramatic. I am sensible. I could fall and DIE [name]. DIE. Do you want me to die? Do you?"

"My leg has gone dead. Cut it off, it's no use to me now"

"Bitch, don't laugh at me! …I'm sorry. You're not a bitch. I love you"

"That did not occur to me…"

"Wisdom teeth can honestly fuck the fuck off"

"Are you gonna be done soon or what?"

"Who will triumph? Common sense or my impulsive dumbassery?"

"I'm so incredibly unhappy with this development"

"My problem is I'm a nosy bitch"

"It's 11:11, make a wish" "I wish I was dead"

"Don't laugh about my misery"

"'Twas an angstier time"

"You ever just want to go back in time 258 years and beat the shit out of someone?"

"I don't know who I am"

*proposes with a Haribo ring over snapchat*

"I'm getting this 'fuck you' in early"

"Self care ain't always pretty"

"Guess who's about to decapitate Santa?"

"Goddamnit, how did we end up here?"

"Look, I'm dying"

"It's coming for me, I know it"

"Time to sell my kidney"

"I wanna burn a house down- I mean what?"

"What else are friends for if not providing alibis for murder?"

"Do it" "fine, but I'm making you pay for my therapy"

[sitp-recs]

hi love! i would hate to overwhelm you with a new ask BUT... i kind of binge-read all the fics you recced for that one anon who asked for short fics (like 15k and below) in a concerningly short amount of time, so... i have come to shamelessly beg for more :3 i am entirely too besotted with your blog and your taste in fic is simply *chef's kiss*, there is no one else i'd rather ask for this (this is it this is me begging) THANK YOU IN ADVANCE, YOU ABSOLUTE GODSEND xx

Hello my darling, and thanks so much for the kind words and for trusting my fic taste! I had so much fun putting that first bedtime reclist together and it was a pleasure to build another one for you ❤️ this one includes some light angst (happy endings only!), hope that’s okay? Heres another full month of bedtime reads!

halcyon days by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 1.4k)

Sleepy mornings caught while the sun rises are reserved for silly word games and soft touches and feelings.

Almost-but-not-quite by @pineau-noir (2020, G, 2k)

Immediately following the Battle of Hogwarts Draco Malfoy stumbles across the last Time-Tuner in existence.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai (2021, T, 3k)

The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

Out to Sea by @onbeinganangel (2021, T, 3k)

A story about what happens when you cast your net and catch more than expected.

Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (2020, M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy.

Enjoy the Silence by @shealwaysreads (2021, M, 3.4k)

Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

Living It Up (while you're going down) by @phd-mama (2019, E, 3.8k)

Draco's been yearning for Harry Potter for years, but somehow the time has never been quite right...until tonight.

Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 4k)

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach.

The Study of Change by @p1013 (2021, M, 4k)

Harry's going to hell. He's going to hell immediately.

Special Affinity by @skeptiquewrites (2020, E, 4k)

Auror partners Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy seem to have a special affinity for getting into convoluted accidental bonds.

Home is Where the Nifflers Are by @primavera-cerezos (2020, G, 4k)

Draco has a soft spot for animals with nowhere to go; soon his and Harry's small flat is bustling with adorable, semi-dangerous creatures.

Dinner and Diatribes by @ohdrarry (2021, E, 5k)

Socialising isn't Harry's thing. Draco does his best to help.

Garden War by @cibeewastaken (2020, T, 5k)

Harry and Draco are quarantined in their houses, a lake across from one another.

Still Warm, Still Warm by @tsauergrass (2021, G, 5k)

Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?

It Never Occurred to Me That I Would Fall in Love With a Frenchman by lamerezouille (2013, T, 6k)

Harry kisses Draco in a public place. All hell breaks loose.

All Tied Up by mynameisthunder (2020, M, 6k)

Blaise is determined to find out why the entrance to the Slytherin common room is acting up all of a sudden.

Stay (With Me) by @dorthyanndrarry (2021, M, 6.5k)

Harry and Draco have been seeing each other casually, whenever they bumped into one another at Galas and Balls and other social events, always keeping one another at a careful distance.

Crystal Clear by @icmezzo (2014, T, 6.7k)

Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual.

(Un)Calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2017, E, 7k)

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant.

in a rambling way by @fw00shy (2021, T, 7.5k)

Ron knocked Hermione up, and now Harry's got to figure out how to clone himself so that his friends don't split up fighting over him. Falling for Draco again was never part of the plan.

check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 8k)

Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

It's Not a Passing Fascination by @firethesound (2018, E, 9k)

One of Harry's favourite things is watching Malfoy work.

Marginal Notes by @blamebrampton (2010, G, 9k)

When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

Stand Back: I'm About to Perform Archaeology by Blowfish_Diaries (2018, E, 10k)

A new Muggle Studies professor takes the Eighth Year students to work on an archaeological excavation.

The Loathly Worm by Selden (2016, E, 12k)

When Draco Malfoy is forced to go undercover among the remaining Death Eaters in the aftermath of the war, the last person he expects to find there is Harry Potter.

Rumor Has It by emmagrant01 (2012, E, 11k)

Auror trainee Harry Potter does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy. He's just curious about why a former Death Eater is working for the Wizengamot, and that's all. Really.

Polar Night by hereticalvision (2012, E, 12k)

Still in recovery from their break-up, Harry and Draco must travel through the arctic conditions of Svalbard to catch the last Death Eater still at large.

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by bryoneybrynn (2014, T, 13k)

For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking.

Harry Potter and the Werewolf Consultant by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)

After Teddy transforms into a werewolf for the first time Harry and Andromeda don’t know what to do.

Lockdown Lurgy by @xanthippe74 (2020, T, 15k)

When a dangerous virus comes to Britain, the Ministry orders a mandatory lockdown to control its spread.

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (2013, M, 16k)

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: your relationship with Wanda gets a little bumpy when her work life crosses over with your personal life.

warning/s: implied kidnapping, mentions of anxiety

author's note: so the ‘i love you’ confession was actually inspired by an incorrect quote on @aquamarinescarlet’s page! i thought it would be cute aha

part one | part two | part four | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

It was two months into our relationship when I knew I'd fallen in love with Wanda. I can't remember the exact moment when it hit me – I guess it had happened gradually over time – but I remember the embarrassing moment when I told her.

She'd brought me as her date to an Avengers party thrown by Tony Stark. I'd been to one of them before, about a month into dating her, as she'd wanted me to meet her friends from work AKA the freakin' Avengers. They were actually really great and (somewhat) humble people. I didn't expect to become 'friends' with any of them, more just be friendly whenever I saw them through Wanda. To my surprise, I became quite good friends with Natasha Romanoff.

We had the same dark sense of humour, both had an unexplainable obsession with horror films and she was genuinely just really easy to talk to. I wasn't expecting it, but it was nice to gain a new friend in addition to a new girlfriend.

So, I was at my second Avengers party with Wanda by my side, but the party had ended about half an hour ago and I may or may not have been drunk.

We were sat on the couch, conversing with the other Avengers, and I was sat between Wanda and Natasha. The others were involved in their own conversations and I was too dazed to realise what I was doing until it happened.

"Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her," I said (not-so) quietly, leaning over to my left, into Wanda's ear unknowingly.

Wanda, who was playing with my fingers in her hand, paused and glanced to me with bright eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"You're in love with me?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

I blinked, her words settling in, before I licked my lips. "Oh, sorry." Turning to my right, I moved to Natasha's ear, whispering loudly, "Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her."

Natasha glanced to me with a quirked brow, amused smile on her lips. "She doesn't? You sure about that?"

"You're in love with me?" Wanda repeated, sitting forward and earning my attention.

I gasped, wondering how she knew, before slapping Natasha's arm and looking to her with a frown. "You told her?! I trusted you!"

Natasha ignored me, instead looking to Wanda with an encouraging look. "I'll leave this one to you. Good luck."

She stood up, heading over to Thor and Bruce Banner on the other couch, and I booed her as she left.

"Yeah, run away, you secret-give-away'er!" I called after her with a pout, before crossing my arms.

"I think it's time I take you home," Wanda said decidedly, trying not to laugh as she pulled me up off the couch.

"I don't like Natasha anymore," I mumbled, allowing Wanda to take me away.

She bid her goodbyes to her teammates before leading me to the lift. I don't really remember what else happened until we were suddenly at my house – well, my parents house, but they had given it to me as they travelled the world with their retirement money. She was leading me inside and to my bedroom, getting me dressed like the sweet girlfriend she was, before tucking me into bed.

Of course, being the clingy drunk I was, I pulled her on top of me and didn't let go as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Stay," I mumbled into her shoulder, closing my eyes.

She chuckled, trying to pull away. "Y/N, you need to sleep, c'mon."

"I will," I whined, not letting her leave. "If you stay with me."

She paused, before giving in with a sigh. "Fine."

Tiredly, I smiled. "Yesssss." I patted the spot next to me. "Right here, please."

In the light of my bedside lamp, I saw her roll her eyes playfully, before turning off the lamp and jumping under the covers with me. I sighed with relief, cuddling into her side without hesitating.

"I love you," I mumbled, barely thinking about it.

She tightened her embrace and I felt her kiss the top of my head. "You're probably gonna forget you said that in the morning. But I'll remind you. And if you still think it, then I'll reply."

Her words went into one ear and out the other. I hummed in response, not knowing what I was answering to, and let myself get lost in her scent as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, I quite liked the idea of sharing bed with Wanda and waking up to her dishevelled hair and our intertwined legs, even though I didn't remember inviting her to stay. Of course, I also had a banging headache and felt like someone had hit me with a train, so I didn't get chance to appreciate it much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the sun streaming through the slit in my curtain.

Wanda, who was shuffling beside me, yawned and stretched her arms. Suddenly, I heard quiet laughter, before she spooned me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and pulling me closer. Her leg raised and clung to my waist, and as much as I appreciated the way she fit perfectly against me, I was still in pain.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I believe that was your own conscience decision, dorogoy (darling)," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers, and it was hard for me to be annoyed at her because she had a raspy, morning voice and her accent was especially thick with fatigue and damn, Wanda Maximoff was pretty sexy in the morning.

"Whatever," was all I said, but I placed my hand on hers and joint our fingers together.

"You know," she started, tucking her head comfortably into my neck, "I quite like waking up to you like this. You're very cute, even if you're cranky."

Despite aforementioned crankiness, I cracked a smile. "I like this, too."

It was very domestic, something I didn't get the privilege of experiencing with Wanda because she worked a lot, and it felt good.

After hanging around in bed for a little while longer, I got up and showered whilst Wanda offered to make me some breakfast – "Pancakes are a hangover's cure! Or at least according to Tony". After getting ready, I came downstairs to find a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting for me.

"You are a Godsend," I told her, pressing a haste kiss to her lips before sitting at the table with the pancakes. "Thank you."

She chuckled, grabbing her own pancakes and sitting opposite me. "Anything for you."

After I dug in, complimenting her on how delicious they tasted, a comfortable silence fell between us. Well, until Wanda spoke up cautiously.

"So, does anything from last night ring a bell?" she asked, making me look up to see her staring eagerly.

My content expression fell. "Shoot, did I do something embarrassing?" I facepalmed. "God, what was it? Did I fall asleep on somebody?"

She smiled with adoration, eyes twinkling in the morning sun. "No, nothing like that."

I could tell there was something though, judging from her hesitant expression. I scrunched my face with regret.

"What did I do?" I asked, unprepared to hear it. "Did I say something to you?"

She played with her fork, twisting it around in her plate nervously, which was very unlike her. "Yeah, actually, you did."

I waited, feeling like the silence was deafening the longer she stayed quiet.

"You said you were in love with me," she said, voice so soft and quiet that I barely heard it.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "I what?"

"I mean, technically you said I had no idea you were in love with me, but I think you were supposed to tell Nat that," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "Then you told Nat and you got mad at her because you thought she told me."

I facepalmed for the second time that morning. "Oh, God..."

"Then you invited me to stay the night and told me you loved me before you fell asleep," she finished rambling. "I just, er, wanted to check if you meant that..."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Are you kidding?" I reached over the table to grab her hand. "Wanda, of course I meant that! But I hoped to tell you at a better time than by accident whilst I was drunk."

Blue eyes flickered to mine, excitement creeping onto her face. "You meant it."

I breathed out, realising what exactly I'd just said. "I– yeah. I meant it. I'm in love with you, Wanda."

Her smile widened. "I'm in love with you, too."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I relaxed my shoulders. "You love me."

She giggled, squeezing my hand. "We just did this."

"Right! We did," I said, shaking my head, grin forming on my lips. "Sorry. I'm just so happy right now."

"Me, too," she said in agreement, thumb stroking the top of my hand.

I didn't think things could go wrong from here. I was on top of the world! But of course, the world had a funny way of ruining things.

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Dating a superhero had its pros and cons, I suppose, but neither really showed themselves to me often as it was as if Wanda's superhero life was separate to the one we shared. When she and I were together, it was just us. And she would leave for work and I wouldn't think about it. Then she would return and it would be us again.

If I took a moment out of my day to stop and really think about where she was, what she could be doing, the danger she could be in... I just couldn't do it. Even when she would show up to our next date with a fresh bruise from training, or a broken bone from a mission gone too far, I'd worry about it for the time being then try to let it go. Those weren't superhero perks, those were reasons to be concerned. And I couldn't handle imagining the time when she'd come back to me in a worse state, or to not even come back at all.

So, her superhero life rarely overlapped with our shared one. And I was happier that way. Until it did.

I was running errands one day, little things that required me to run around the city – dry cleaning, grocery shopping, picking up some DIY stuff for my house. It was a pretty relaxing, fun day. I'd treated myself to lunch, was soaking in the sunshine and planning to unwind with some Netflix on the couch.

"Hold on, I need to unlock the front door," I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to Wanda, catching her up with my day as I returned home.

"Try not to drop your phone this time," she teased from the other end, and I could just imagine the smirk on her face.

"So funny," I said with an eye roll. "Real comedian."

She laughed as I placed my phone in my pocket, not quite hanging up. Pulling my keys from my shopping bag, I fiddled with them, attempting to find the key for my front door.

Suddenly, something metal and cold pressed to my back and I jumped, dropping my keys with surprise.

"Don't draw attention," the person said, and I went rigid, looking up to see a reflection of someone unrecognisable in the glass of my front door. "You're going to leave your things here and come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to turn around, but the object pressed harder into my back, making me wince.

"Leave your fucking things here and give me your hand," the man ordered, ignoring my question. "Phone included. And don't even think about making a call."

I swallowed hard, panic settling in as I listened to the threatening stranger. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I realised that the stranger had no idea I was already on a call. With an Avenger nonetheless.

"I'll put it down," I narrated my actions, soon coming to realise that the object behind my back was in fact the barrel of a gun.

Hoping Wanda was still listening in and could hear the exchange, I put my phone on the ground and placed my shaking hand in the man's outstretched one. He tucked his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before tugging me down the steps and to a black van parked opposite my house.

Too paralysed with fear at the sight of two more strange men getting out the van, I felt my throat go dry and words get stuck at the bottom. Looking around, I hoped to find a neighbour's eyes or dog-walker's lost gaze, but nobody was here. Whoever these men were had timed their entrance perfectly.

When we reached the van, the back doors were opened and the man spun me around roughly before placing a bag on my head and shoving me inside. Hot tears ran down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what the hell was happening and who these people were. But mostly, I hoped Wanda was already on her way.

—

The whole incident was over soon. That's what we were calling it now. The 'incident'. Of course, it could have been called other things... the kidnapping, the abduction, the capture. But we settled with the 'incident'. It was less explicit, as if minimising how utterly terrifying the whole experience was.

I never did find out who those men were. Wanda offered to tell me, feeling a need to explain herself and blame herself and drag herself down in the dirt to make me feel better, to bring me out of my silence and give me something to feel good about. I recalled her mentioning they were after her, getting to her through me – her girlfriend.

She rescued me quite quickly. Being tied up and locked away and left to cry like a child, wondering if I was going to die any minute at the hands of captors whom I had never met nor done anything to in my life, wasn't fun. People always wonder what they would do in those situations; maybe they would square up and put up a fight; maybe they would scream and shout and get everyone's attention; maybe they'd even retort with sarky remarks and go out with a blaze of glory.

I never imagined what that would be like, but I discovered I could do neither of those things. I just let them take me, let them threaten me and point their guns at me and tie me up and lock me away and–

I let myself cry and feel terrified and shake and lose my words and imagine the worst. Some would call that giving in, but this wasn't something you could prepare for. Surely my response was justified? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when Wanda burst onto the scene, taking out the men with ease and taking me out of there, taking me home, I was momentarily safe.

But then as she began to ramble off her explanations and apologies and regrets, I found myself turning in on myself, unable to hear her out. I didn't blame her one bit, but I also couldn't listen to one more second. So, I tuned her out.

I sat on the couch, staring at the way the thread was coming loose on one of my cushions. I thought about how quickly the whole 'incident' had happened. How one minute I was sat in a cell and now I was sat on my couch. How I was then shaking with fear and now I felt nothing.

"...you listening? Hey, are you okay?"

I only tuned back in when she sat on the cushion I was looking at. Her fingers rested on my cheek, guiding my head upwards so I was looking her in the eyes, glassy and red and swollen from crying. I probably looked the same, though I was all out of tears.

"I promise you nobody will be back here," she said with certainty, thumb stroking my cheek. "There's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posted all along the street. And I'm happy to stay here if you need me to. You're safe now."

I knew I was. And despite my calm exterior, my heart was still racing in my chest, adrenaline still pumping through my body as if expecting to make a sudden break for it.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered, eyes flicking between mine curiously. "Talk to me. Please."

I shook my head, looking away. "I'm okay."

"It's okay not to be," she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

"I know."

So, we kept that bit up for a few more days, maybe a week. Me pretending I was okay, though still distant from Wanda as if she'd caught the plague, and her pretending she knew I was telling the truth.

But I knew she sensed the nightmares I had, waking me up in cold sweats. I knew she saw the way I tensed when a shadow cast along the wall from a moving object. Or the way I never faced the front door when unlocking it to get inside.

I guess she couldn't take it anymore at some point, possibly a week or two later, as when I was mixing my soup in a bowl after heating it up in the microwave, she sighed loudly.

"You okay?" I asked, glancing up at her. She was stood by the counter, seeming tired.

She'd been staying with me since the incident happened, obviously, and it was nice having her around so much, despite the circumstances. But I knew she was worried and had been keeping it in. I just didn't have the energy to acknowledge it.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her fingers still drummed on the countertop.

I let it go, shrugging, before paying attention to my soup. Her impatience was obnoxiously loud, filling the house with a discomfort she was dying to express. Eventually, she did.

"I'm not fine," she decided, and I stopped stirring my soup as I looked to her tugging on her sleeves distractedly. "I'm not fine because you're not fine."

"I've told you I am," I said monotonously, eyes boring into hers.

"I know you're not," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself. "I've noticed you and..."

I quirked a brow. "And?"

She frowned, eyes softening with empathy. "Don't make me say it, Y/N."

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth as I looked down to my steaming soup.

"Talk to me," she pleaded, rounding the counter and leaning beside me, searching for my eyes. "I just want to help."

I swallowed hard. "I have nothing to say, Wanda."

"A really scary thing happened," she began hesitantly. "The fact that you don't have anything to say– that you've not said anything, isn't right."

"Well, I guess there's something wrong with me," I said dismissively, before grabbing the pepper grinder before me and using it.

"No, there's not," she reassured, not giving up. "You just need to talk.”

I set the grinder down, turning to face her abruptly. She straightened up with surprise, taking a small step back.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, voice calm but full of unintentional malice. "Huh? What do you want me to tell you? That I'm terrified somebody is watching my house, waiting for a quiet moment to break in? That I have to follow you into every room you go in because I don't want to be left alone? That I can't fucking sleep because I'm scared that when I close my eyes, I'll be locked in a nightmare I can't escape? Is that what you want me to tell you? Does that make you feel better, Wanda? Because it doesn't make me feel any better. It just reminds me how fucking terrified I am."

I pocketed my shaking hands, blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, swallowed down the lump rising in my throat. She watched me, unsure what to say at first and I didn't blame her. It was an outburst waiting to happen.

"I'm–"

"Don't say you're sorry," I snapped, before flinching at my tone. "I know you're sorry. And I don't blame you for what happened. I just– I don't know what to do anymore."

Her eyes were studying me like green lasers burning holes into my skin and I hated that I couldn't meet them. I hated even more that I couldn't leave the kitchen out of anger or frustration because I was too scared to be left alone without her by my side.

So, I leaned against the counter, turning away from her, and let out a shaky breath, eyes burning and heart thumping in my ears. Her arms suddenly wrapped around me without question, and I let her take me into her chest, squeezing me so tight so I knew she was there.

Closing my eyes, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out. I struggled to breathe, unable to take in air through my nose as I stuffed my head so hard into her shirt that I couldn't see a thing except darkness. I knew I'd eventually be okay, that I'd eventually get back to some sense of normalcy. But for now, having her here with me was okay. And I found it much better to just be with her then have to go over and talk it out.

She was warm and strong and smelt like home and God, I loved her. I was lucky to have her.

—

It took about a month and a half to get over the incident. And after that, we never brought it up again. It was just easier that way. We continued on like usual, falling back into our old routine of having a separate us and her separate superhero life.

At some point, I thought it would be nice for her to meet my parents. They were back in town for the week, wanting to check in and see how I was. It was nice having them around and I was excited for them to meet Wanda, who I'd mentioned in some of our Skype calls.

"We don't have to make it a thing," I said as I proposed the idea. We were cleaning around Anna's apartment as she napped in her bedroom. "It's not like an 'oh, meet the parents' thing. They just happen to be in town and we're having a dinner, so I thought you might want to come. If you don't, it's not a big deal. I haven't told them to expect you. Not unless you say yes. Which you don't have to."

She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dorogoy (darling), calm down. Breathe."

I neatened the cushions on the couch with a bit too much force. "Am I not breathing? I'm pretty sure I'm breathing."

Her hands slipped into mine as she spun me around to face her. An amused smile on her lips, she said, "You need to relax. If you're like this now, then who knows what you'll be like on the night of the dinner?"

It took me a second to realise what she'd said and when I did, my eyes widened. "Wait, the night of the– does that mean you're going?"

She laughed, tugging me closer to her. "Yes, I'm going. I'd love to meet your parents!"

My shoulders relaxed as her fingers played with mine mindlessly. A smile appeared on my lips as I said, "Thank you. I– it'll be fun. No pressure. Just a dinner."

"Just a dinner," she confirmed, before kissing my forehead gently. "Can't wait."

And so on the day before my parents left for Scotland, yet another trip on their never ending retirement travels, I waited for Wanda to pick me up so we could go to a restaurant to meet my parents, who were already there after spending the day shopping in town.

She arrived at the door with a beautiful smile and bright eyes, looking me up and down.

"Just on time," I teased, tilting my head to the side, before being serious. "You look amazing tonight, Wanda."

"As do you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before stepping inside. "Also, these are for you."

She removed her hand from behind her back as I closed the door, revealing a gorgeous, colourful bouquet of flowers.

"I saw them and thought of you," she began to explain without even realising how cute she was; a smile crept on my lips as she continued, "but then I realised I've never gotten you flowers before which is very dumb of me because a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, right?"

There was no doubt that my face was heating up from the attention, flustered yet honoured at her words.

"Wanda, I love them," I said, accepting the flowers and meeting her gaze. "And to be fair, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before."

"You're kidding," she said with disbelief, stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. Reading my serious expression, she added, "Not even for your birthday? Or a celebration?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's very unfortunate. But I'm glad I could be the first."

I held her gaze, amusement dancing in her smile. Mirroring her expression, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up delightfully.

"Me, too," I said, and I meant it.

"Come on, we should get going," she said, squeezing my waist before letting go. "Don't want to be late, do we?"

"We do not," I agreed, before putting the flowers in a vase of water and leaving them by the door.

"You ready?" she asked, holding open the front door.

I intertwined our hands and met her smile with my own. "I'm ready."

Taking the girlfriend to meet the parents. What could go wrong?

[sugaftrm]

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[userjoel]

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[ prompt ] : “quit smiling at me like that. i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” /// you help tom rehearse his lines for ‘far from home’ but he looks so cute standing there in his glasses and you just can’t help but stare

[ pairing ] : tom holland x gender neutral reader

[ warnings ] : tom drops the f bomb once or twice

[ word count ] : 1.5k

[ notes ] : i know how unrealistic it is for someone else to have access to a marvel movie script like y/n in this story when even the actors get fake versions sometimes but!! for the sake of the story pls ignore this minor inconvenience </3

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“And this...is Mr. Beck.” You dramatically enunciate, trying your best to make sure your voice sounds deep like Samuel L. Jackson’s.

And maybe your voice change was just that convincing, because Tom doesn’t seem even the slightest bit distracted by your acting skills. He continues to stay in character, his eyebrows knitting together instead in response to the line.

“Mysterio?”

“What?” You change your voice again to one that (you thought) might be more appropriate for Jake Gyllenhaal. 

Tom gently shakes his head, a shy smile appearing on his lips. “Uh, doesn’t matter. It’s just what my friends have been calling you.”

You’re currently lying on your stomach across the plush expanse of your living room couch, reading off the weighty packet of papers clutched in your hand as your boyfriend, glasses perched on his nose, paces back and forth in front of the fireplace not too far away from you. You’d glance over at him in between lines, noticing the way he’d sometimes lick his lips or run his fingers through unruly hair whenever he felt his next line slipping away from his memory.

It was common for you to help Tom run through his lines every once in a while, but today was a rare occasion when he didn’t need to be on set. The opportunity had you hoping it’d mean a chance to get his mind off of something other than work. But when you spotted the massive, bookmarked script sitting unattended on the kitchen island in the morning, you realized halfway through your coffee that that option was off the table.

So, here you were — now working through your second cup of the day — helping Tom do his self-assigned homework.

“You can call me Quentin.”

You squint for a moment to read the stage directions that follow before extending your hand towards your boyfriend, who catches the gesture from his peripheral. You raise an eyebrow, a serious look in your eyes to match the graveness of the scene. Tom notices, and you swear you could see the corner of his lips twitch up ever so slightly. But it’s gone before you could say for sure.

He closes the distance, gently taking hold of your outstretched hand before shaking it with a kind of firmness. You smile at him when your eyes meet. He doesn’t return it, but there’s a tenderness and twinkle in his eyes as they rest on you that you knew you’d never trade for anything else in the world. 

It feels like he holds both the gaze and your hand for a second too long. You have half a mind to pull him into the spot on the couch next to you, but you think better of it and let go.

“Um…” Your vision scrambles back to the script, trying to find where you left off. “Oh — Saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you in my world.”

“Thanks. Wait, I’m sorry. 'Your world?'” Tom doesn’t return to the same spot where he was pacing just moments ago. Instead he stands a few steps away from you, arms crossed in concentration, looking down at his feet or glancing outside the window from time to time.

“There are multiple realities, Peter. This is Earth Dimension 616. I’m from Earth-833.” You find it slightly more difficult for you to refocus. The brief moment you shared earlier has made you lose the flourish you’d been previously putting into your recitations, the lines come out more monotone.

And you know. You know you should be helping him practice his lines for this very, very important multi-million dollar movie, but there were far more pressing things at hand for you.

Like how cute your boyfriend looked.

He’s dressed simply; a buttery-soft white t-shirt and a pair of dark green sweatpants. But it’s less about that and more about how he looks all together — the glasses; the curls of his hair; the way the fabric of his sleeves clings to his muscular arms; how he seems to fidget when he senses you staring at him for a little too long.

He’s doing it now: Tom doesn’t look up at you, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other instead. But with a pleasant chuckle of disbelief, he’s back to being Peter: “I’m sorry — you’re saying there’s a multi-verse?”

You smile and bite your bottom lip when you notice the sudden transition in character, head craning to the side a bit as you continue to look at him, trying to catch his gaze. It’s obvious he knows what you’re doing, and it’s beginning to get to him. He can feel your gaze heating his skin up; the rosy tips of his ears betray his otherwise external nonchalance.

How could you not love the effect you had on him? It felt that much more special because he seemed to get worked up over random little things you usually didn’t even know you were doing. He could look so put together on set and in his element, but one innocent look from you was all it took to break his character.

“I thought that was just theoretical. I mean, that completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We’re talking about an internal —”

“Eternal.” You gently correct him, the small smile never faltering from your lips.

Tom finally glances up at you, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Fuck. I always get that bit mixed up. Uh — right. So it’s — I mean, that completely changes how we understand the initial singularity; we’re talking about an external —”

“Eternal, babe.” You giggle, sitting up slightly as your eyes take a look at the script. “It’s the eternal inflation system? Whatever that means.”

“Bloody — eternal. Eternal eternal eternal.” Tom’s eyebrows knit together in frustration as he repeats the words to drill it into his memory. You continue to watch with amusement from your front row seat. It was always fascinating (and maybe just a tiny bit attractive?) to see him switch from his English dialect to an American one so casually. One saw little use for movies when you were dating a talented actor.

“Darling?" Tom's voice snaps you out of your daze.

“Hm?”

“I love you, y’know that, yeah? I love and absolutely adore you for being a godsend and helping me run through my lines… but you’ve got to quit smiling at me like that.”

You tuck your lips between your teeth for a moment to vainly try and stifle the smile, eyes widening with feigned innocence and confusion. “Me? Smile? I have literally never smiled at you in my entire life, Thomas.”

That makes him chuckle, shaking his head as he finally gives in and sits down by your side, his body sinking into the couch. You can’t help but laugh too, turning face him.

He cocks his head slightly, softened eyes fixated on your lips. “Mm… See what I mean? That smile. Right there.” His thumb and index finger carefully grab your chin as his voice lowers. “I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

And suddenly, it’s your turn to forget what to say next. You blush under his stare.

Your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer as they look into yours. But they disappear behind closed eyelids as he draws you in to gently kiss you.

The soft petals of his lips don’t linger against yours for too long, but the physical affection remains in the way his forehead leans against yours. Against the silence of the moment, you feel him draw in a breath to say something, and you swear it's gonna be some romantic one-liner. But instead he says in a Queens accent: “We’re talking about an eternal inflation system. And how does that even work with all the quantum… It’s insane!”

“Did I get that right?” One eye peeks open for confirmation.

And just like that, it's back to business. You hum, pulling away from him to grab the script from the coffee table. Your eyes quickly scan the page. “Mhm! And then Mysterio says… Don’t ever apologize for being the smartest person in the room.”

“All in a day’s work.” Tom chuckles, and you can tell by the way his shoulders relax that he’s done — for now. His arms wrap around you as he falls back on the couch with you lying on his chest. “Eternal inflation system, initial singularity, quantum… Y’know sometimes, I wonder what would’ve happened if I auditioned to be Groot instead.” 

“Hm,” you purse your lips in thought. “Well, you’d certainly make a very handsome tree, I can tell you that much.”

Tom feigns a delighted gasp. “You mean that?” 

“Of course, I mean look at you. It’s obvious you were born to play the part.”

“Ha." You watch the way his eyes crinkle as he entertains the idea. "Honestly, you’re gonna be the reason why I turn into a big diva one of these days,” He mumbles as he leaves a peck on your nose.

“Don’t get so ahead of yourself, champ.” The corners of your lips turn up as you reassuringly pat his chest. “You might want to start improving your line memorization skills before you start thinking that far ahead.”

Tom groans as he tosses his head back, his eyes screwed shut. “You hurt me, baby. Really. You do.”

“I love you too.” You giggle as you sit up to straddle his waist, and you pick up the script one final time. “Now, do you want to run that last line by me again?”

[middleearthpixie]

More Than Meets the Eye ~ Chapter Forty-Nine

Summary: Yule is coming, and Thorin and Arielle learn the true meaning of helplessness when Tiriana falls ill.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Arielle (Elen) Farran (female OC)

Characters: Arielle, Thorin,

Rating: M

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,398

Khuzdal Translation:

Mimûna - little one (f)

Raklûn - precious, darling one

Tag List: @tschrist1 @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @linasofia @fizzyxcustard @legolasbadass @kibleedibleedoo @xxbyimm @ocfairygodmother @exhausted-humxn-being @shalinizhara @rachel1959 @laurfilijames @sketch-and-write-lover

Previous chapters can be found here and AO3

Little by little, Tiriana went from sleeping for two hours, to four, until finally, mercifully, she slept through the night. The first time she did it, Arielle awoke terrified, practically vaulting from the bed to the cradle at the foot when she realized the baby had not woken her at all. Relief surged through her with enough force that she actually grew dizzy as Tiriana sighed in her sleep and smiled. She knew she’d nearly killed her mother and apparently it amused her.

They hired a nanny for her, a dwarf woman who was neither too young nor too pretty and who absolutely adored Tiriana and as summer gave way to autumn and autumn crept toward winter, both Thorin and Arielle were no longer quite as frazzled.

One afternoon, Arielle returned from shopping with Dis in Dale, to find Brena, the nanny, in the nursery, which had been only recently added to their apartment, tidying up. Tiriana, however, was nowhere to be found.

“Ah, Your Highness,” Brena said, tucking several stuffed animals onto a shelf, “His Highness and the Princess are in the courtyard.”

“He is home already? He was supposed to be in Esgaroth for the day.”

“He never went. He was about to leave, when I realized the princess felt a little warm, so he stayed here to keep an eye on her, although I told him I was perfectly capable of caring for her.”

Arielle set down the parcels she carried. “Tiri is sick?”

“She felt a little warm and His Highness said I wasn’t to bother you, but that you and Lady Dis had plans and you should keep them.” Brena stowed several more stuffed animals away. “But, they are, as I said, in the courtyard.”

“Thank you, Brena.”

“Of course. Did you and Lady Dis enjoy yourselves?”

“We did. A little bit of early Yule shopping and she needed to speak to someone about the flowers for Kili and Tauriel’s wedding as well.”

“Is that to take place here? I thought it would be held in Mirkwood.”

“I’m not sure and I am not getting involved.”

“Probably wise.”

“If Tiri isn’t feeling well, I’ll look after her. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon for yourself? His Highness and I can do the rest.”

“Are you certain? I don’t mind—”

Arielle smiled. “I know you don’t. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Arielle gathered her parcels to drop of in their bedchamber and she smiled as she heard Brena singing softly to herself as she finished tidying up the nursery. She had been a godsend and in the few months she’d been in their service, Arielle had grown quiet fond of her.

As she made her way up toward the Great Hall, Arielle couldn’t help but notice just how quiet it was in Erebor these days. Oh, the noise grew almost deafening down near the forges, but as all of the construction had finally finished, and the workmen had scattered to the winds once more, a sense of peace settled over the city.

Thorin’s official coronation had been scheduled for after Yule. The Throne Room was once more the showpiece of Erebor, although try as she might, she simply couldn’t see Thorin being happy sitting in there day after day, while people came from all around to try to win his favor. He didn't strike her as being that sort of leader. He had spent so many decades wandering from place to place, she couldn’t help but wonder how he would adjust to remaining almost tied to Erebor.

It was a glorious autumn afternoon and sunshine flooded the courtyard. A blanket had been laid out in the far corner, where the sun was the brightest, but aside from a a scattering of baby toys, it was empty.

Thorin stood at the wall facing Ravenhill. The gray stone tower rose like a sentry over Erebor, the ravens that called it home sweeping through the sky above them. He held Tiriana in one arm, pointing to something in the distance with his free hand. As she neared, Arielle heard him say, “And up there, Papa faced off against the evil orc Azog. Your cousins and I fought off hundreds of goblins and orcs and that’s where your cousin Kili was saved by his soon-to-be wife Tauriel. And when you get a little older, I’ll show you the sword I used to defeat Azog.”

“Are you certain that’s a good nap time story?” Arielle slid her arms about his waist and pressed a light kiss into his back.

He chuckled. “She doesn’t know what orcs or goblins are. Although,” he held the baby slightly away from him, “she seems very interested in the Orcrist.”

“She is her father’s daughter.”

At six months old, Tiriana’s resemblance to her father had grown even more striking. Her baby hair had begun to fall out, replaced by curls that were as black as his, and when she smiled, it took Arielle’s breath away, with how much it looked just like her father’s smile.

She’d inherited Arielle’s darker blue eyes, however, and as those eyes alit on her mother, Tiriana’s face split into a wide grin, showing the one tooth that had come in so far. She held out her arms, babbling like mad as she did so.

“Oh, am I being thrown over for Momma?” Thorin pressed a kiss into Tiriana’s neck, which made her chortle. He did it again, and this time, she shrieked with laughter, then grabbed his beard with both hands and pulled.

“Oh, easy, mimûna,” he said, trying to pry her fists from him. “Take care you don’t rip out Papa’s beard, please.”

Arielle reached over to help him. “No, no, raklûn, let go.”

They finally freed him and he stepped back, rubbing the left side of his jaw ruefully. “She grabbed one of my braids earlier and nearly knocked herself out with the rune.”

Arielle rolled her eyes as she held Tiriana up. “Did you do that, Tiri? Should we try to convince Papa to pull his hair back until you are a wee bit older?”

Tiriana stared at her with wide blue eyes for a long moment, then burst into giggles. She reached for Arielle, babbling like mad once more. As she snuggled into her mother’s arms, Arielle smiled over at Thorin. “You might want to think about pulling all that hair back. The temptation might be too much for her to ignore.”

“It might be wise.” He lowered his hand, then teasingly poked Tiriana in the belly, smiling as she giggled. “You are a ruffian, mimûna. I hope you know that.”

“Brena said she was warm before.” Arielle shifted Tiriana to one arm to lay her free hand again her forehead. “Are you not feeling well, princess?”

Tiriana snuggled into Arielle’s neck as Thorin said, “I’ve been keeping an eye on her. She doesn’t feel any warmer than she did an hour ago.”

“I didn't mean anything by it. It’s—you should have told me. I know you and Bard were supposed to do the walk through of Esgaroth’s town hall this morning.”

“I sent Dwalin and Balin in my stead. I knew you and Dis had plans and I didn't want either of you to have to reschedule.”

“We would have.” Arielle swayed gently, glancing down to see Tiriana’s eyes closing.

“I know you would, which was why I didn't want you to. Come,” his hand came to rest at the small of her back and he steered her toward the blanket in the corner, “let her nap here. It’s warm enough.”

“Why, Thorin Oakenshield, you sound like an experienced father.”

He grinned. “I’m getting there.”

Arielle sank to her knees and carefully lay Tiriana on the soft fleece. The baby sighed softly, her hands relaxing into five pointed stars, as she remained asleep. Thorin sank beside her, smoothing a hand over Tiriana’s head. “I saw Narnerra earlier and she said it’s nothing to worry about now. But, if the fever goes up higher or doesn’t break by tomorrow, she wants to see her.”

Arielle leaned her head against Thorin’s shoulder. “When I was a little girl, I used to get sick every autumn into winter and every spring into summer. She might get that from me.”

“I didn't get sick often. But, when I did…” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “I really got sick. I’d spend days in the infirmary and worry my mother sick.”

“I’m trying not to worry, but I wish you’d have said something.”

“You deserved a day off, amrâlimê.”

“And you had important business to do.”

“Bard has children of his own. He, if anyone, understands. And both Dwalin and Balin have my trust. They know what to look for, what questions to ask, and they didn't need me. My daughter, however, did need me and she will always be my top priority.” He kissed the top of her head again. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Of course. Dis is fun to shop with. Although, she seems to think Kili and Tauriel are going to be married here. Are they?”

Thorin shook his head. “As far as I know, they plan to wed in Mirkwood, and he was supposed to say something to her.”

She shook her head. “Well, he hasn’t and she was getting quotes on flowers.”

Thorin sighed softly, reaching up to rub his eyes. “And you let her?”

“Am I supposed to stop her? I’m not her keeper, Thorin. Kili needs to talk to her and clear the air over this before it’s too late and they have a brawl over it.”

He stretched out on his back with a low sigh. “I want to knock their heads together. And Fili’s, too. Just for good measure. Do you know he plans on heading out to the Iron Hills come spring?”

She stretched out on her stomach alongside him. “Actually, yes. I did. He mentioned it at our wedding.”

He opened one eye. “And you didn't think I should know this?”

“I didn't think it was my place to tell you.”

“You should have.”

“Thorin, I’m not your go between for you and your sister and your nephews. You all need to talk to one another like you did before I came along.”

“But you are far more diplomatic than I am.”

“Flattery will not get you anywhere or anything.”

A low chuckle floated to his lips. “It is the truth, though. I’m far too blunt and you are not.”

‘No. I just ramble.”

“Oh, you haven’t done that in a long time.”

“I’ve no need to, I guess. I’m comfortable here, with your people, with your family, with you. You don’t tie me in nervous knots any longer.”

“I don’t? Not even a little.”

She shifted to one elbow, reaching with her free hand to stroke down along his beard. “The knots are far nicer now.”

He smiled, his eyes closing again. “Well, that’s something, I suppose.”

The breeze stirred to send more leaves scuttling about and without opening his eyes, Thorin said, “Snow is in the air.”

“Snow?”

“I can smell it.”

She sniffed the air. All she could smell was the soft sandalwood of his soap and the crisp pine of the trees just beyond the courtyard wall. “In Esgaroth, we watched for ice on the lake. That was how we knew snow was coming.” She sighed as she continued to stroke his beard. There as a little more silver shot through it now, just as more silver threaded his hair, but she thought it only made him handsomer still. “I remember watching you in the snow.”

“What?”

Although his eyes remained closed, she nodded, her fingertip brushing the widening silver patch on the right side of his beard, just below the corner of his mouth. “In Esgaroth. I’d seen you in the marketplace. You and the others caused quite the ruckus you know.”

He smiled. “The Master’s guards gave chase. We fought back.”

“I know, and the next night, you were caught breaking into the armory. Alfryd was almost giddy at the thought of being the one to bring you before the Master.”

“We’d have been far more successful if Kili hadn’t been on death’s doorstep.” He opened his eyes as she stilled her finger against him. “You stopped petting me. Why?”

She gazed down into those blue eyes she so loved. “I saw you than night, you know. On the steps of the master’s house, promising us a share in the riches of Erebor. We believed you. I thought you’d be the answer to our prayers. We’d have enough money to buy our flat and the Master couldn’t touch us.”

His eyes grew serious. “I meant it when I made that promise, you know,” he murmured, his hand coming up to catch hers. He laced his fingers with hers, adding, “I didn't know what lay ahead of me. I should have known, but I was a blind fool drunk on my own power at that moment. I knew if I offered a share of the wealth, the Master would do anything I asked.”

His eyes slid toward her. “I don’t remember seeing you, though, and I think I would. Most beautiful woman in Esgaroth and all…”

“You flatter me, dwarf. I’ve only grown beautiful because you love me now. I was rather plain then.”

“I find that laughable. But, go on.”

She tugged his hand closer to kiss the back of it, then said, “My friend Christina and I met up outside the Master’s house, but by then, word of these strikingly handsome dwarves had spread like wildfire and every woman in town want a glimpse of the mighty Thorin Oakenshield.”

“Including you?”

“Including me, you peacock.”

He slid his hand free from hers, reaching up to let his fingers brush along her nape. “I just remember a sea of curious faces.”

“I don’t expect you to remember me. But know, I remember you. I thought you were handsome beyond words. And brave, to face off against Smaug. And then, when I heard you’d died at Ravenhill,” her voice hitched as her throat tightened, because although she knew how that ended, and obviously know he didn't die there, it didn't change what she’d thought at the time, “I cried for you.”

His fingers went still against her neck. “You didn't even know me.”

“You struck me as kind and generous, even if you were lying to us.”

“I swear, amrâlimê, I was not lying at the time. I had no idea how powerful the sickness would be.”

She gazed down at him, his eyes still held hints of pain over what happened when he got inside Erebor and reneged on his word. She knew he carried guilt over his words, his actions, and she wanted to assuage that guilt. Two years had passed since that night on the steps of the Master’s house. Two years since she first laid eyes upon Thorin II Oakenshield and thought him the handsomest man she’d ever seen.

And now he was hers. He was the father of her daughter. Her husband. Her lover. Her best friend in the world.

“That night,” she said, resuming her stroking of his beard, “I went to bed thinking about you. Wishing I was with you, that you wanted to be with me. I thought you must already be married or with someone. I had no idea and all I could think about was what I would have given to be in her shoes…”

A slight smile played at his lips. “I had neither the time nor the desire to marry anyone. And had you not come into my life, that would probably still be true.”

“Miss Caisys was determined to have you.”

“I didn't want her. Especially not once I met this charming—if somewhat clumsy and rambling—half-Elf, half-Man valet who made my heart beat faster with a single look and whose touch still makes breathing difficult for me.”

The hand on her nape tightened and he drew her down until they almost met, and then whispered, “Because you do, you know. Your hand brushes mine, mesmel, and I forget how to breathe for a minute. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. You and our daughter and I do not deserve either of you.”

“Oh, that’s utter nonsense.” She brushed his lips with hers. “We love you so very much, Mr. Oakenshield. And if I could go back to that snowy night in Esgaroth and tell myself what my future held, I would never believe me. Things like this don’t happen to women like me.”

“Of course they do. You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Dumb luck.”

“Mahal knew what He was doing,” Thorin whispered between kisses. “And there was a reason you were in my chambers, kissing my back, tempting me to spirit you to my bed.”

His kisses grew successively deeper and she melted against him as he wrapped his arms about her. The blanket shifted slightly as he rolled to pin her beneath him, easing a thigh between hers as he pulled back enough to whisper, “And I do love you, my queen. Never doubt that.”

She shook her head as he drew back. “Never, Thorin. You give me no reason to.”

“Nor will I. You are my today, my tomorrow, and my forever, givashel. Nalish.”

Tiriana coughed and then let out a wail that turned into a sob. Thorin eased off Arielle to scoop their daughter up. “What is is, raklûn?” he murmured, bringing her to his chest and shifting her to one arm.

Arielle sat up as Thorin brushed a gentle hand over Tiriana’s head and his expression grew more serious. “She’s warmer, mesmel,” he said softly.

“We should take her down to Narnerra.”

Tiriana’s screams grew shriller even as Thorin rose and rocked her gently. “Shhh… mimûna, Papa’s here…”

“You go,” Arielle said, catching the edge of the blanket to lift it off the grass, “and I’ll meet you there when I’m finished here.”

“Are you certain? I’ll clean up if—”

“You’ve already got her.” She leaned over to brush his cheek with a kiss. “So go and I’ll be down as soon as I finish here.”

“Very well.”

They parted ways there and Arielle tried not to worry as she folded the blanket and picked up the toys to stow in the small basket near the wall. She gathered everything up and brought it to their apartments, and was on her way to the infirmary when a familiar voice chimed, “Princess Arielle!”

“Good afternoon, Master Gimli,” she replied as he came bounding down the corridor toward her. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Papa was teaching me how to wield an axe.” He paused, then lurched slightly in a mimicry of what he’d probably been learning with his father, but he was still quite clumsy and almost bowled into her. “Sorry, Your Highness. Papa says my legs are too short still. Stupid stumpy legs.”

He looked up at her. “You’re lucky. You don’t have stupid stumpy legs.”

“Well, I’m part-Elf, and they tend to be a little taller, and that comes mostly from longer legs for us. But,” she held out her hand, “you will grow into your legs in time and you won’t see them as stupid or stumpy.”

“I know.” He slid his hand into hers. “Where are you going? I was coming to see if you wanted to come watch the birds with me! I think it’s going to snow and if they all roost at Ravenhill, it means I’m right. I wagered a gold piece against Papa about this.”

“Oh, love, I wish I could, but I have to go see your Momma, actually.”

Gimli’s blue eyes went wide. “Are you sick?” Those eyes narrowed. “Are you and His Highness having another baby?”

She chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze. “No, Master Gimli. To both. I’m neither sick nor pregnant. But, Princess Tiriana isn’t feeling well so His Highness brought her to your mother.”

“Oh, no. I hope she’s all right.”

“I’m sure she will be. But thank you.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course.”

They walked along the corridor and let him swing her arm wide with each step. He laughed with each one, and as they neared the infirmary, he looked up at her. “When the princess is older, will she be allowed to play with me?”

“What’s that?”

“Momma said she might not be allowed to, since she’s a princess and all and I—I was just wondering.”

“Well, she’s a lot younger than you are, Gimli.”

“I know, but I won’t be rough or anything.” He glanced toward the infirmary door and then back up at her and her heart melted at the sadness in his bright blue eyes. “The others are all always telling me to go away, that I’m a pest, but I won’t say that to her, Princess Arielle. I promise.”

She gathered her skirts between her knees as she crouched down to meet his eyes. “I promise you, Master Gimli, son of Glóin, when Tiriana is old enough, I will absolutely allow the two of you to play together if you wish. But, by then your interests might lie far beyond playing with a little girl.”

He shook his head. “No, Princess Arielle. I will always look out for her and will always be there to play if she needs someone. I promise.”

She smiled and gently booped his nose. “Thank you, sweetling. I’ll hold you to that.”

He smiled and let go of her hand to go ahead and push open the the door and as she watched him hold it for her, Arielle realized that Gimli meant every word he said, that he would absolutely watch over Tiriana as they both grew up, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Mahal was at work again. She rather hoped so, for she had the feeling Gimli would be every bit Tiriana’s protector, and that had her wondering how Thorin would feel about it as well.

But there was no time to dwell on it, so she thanked Gimli and then went to go find Narnerra to check on Tiriana. She expected to see Thorin in the waiting area, and tried not to worry that he wasn’t there.

“Momma?” Gimli called, closing the door behind them. “Where are you? I’ve Princess Arielle with me!”

“Gimli, you should not be pestering Her Highness!” Narnerra said as she stepped into the waiting room.

“He is not pestering me at all,” Arielle said, smiling first at Gimli and then at Narnerra. “Have you had the chance to examine Tiriana yet?”

“I have and as I was explaining to His Highness, I’d like to keep the princess here overnight.”

Arielles belly kinked. “Why? What’s the matter?”

“It’s just as a precaution.” Narnerra came over to lay her hand against Arielle’s shoulder. “I just want to keep an eye on her.”

“Can I stay with her?”

“There is no need, as she—”

Arielle shook her head. “I want to stay with her.”

“Very well. I will arrange to have a cot brought up, but she will be fine here with me.”

“I know she will, but I would feel better if I was nearby and our chambers are on the other side of the city.”

“Momma, is Princess Tiriana really sick?”

“I don’t know, Gimli, but it’s none of your concern. And where is your father?”

“He was putting the axes away. He said he’d meet me here.”

Arielle smiled down at him even as worry gnawed at her insides. “Where are Thorin and Tiri now?”

“Right through there,” Narnerra gestured to the the door at the far end of infirmary. “Feel free to go and be with her and I will are back in but a few minutes.”

Arielle nodded. “Thank you.” And to Gimli, she said, “And thank you for the escort, Master Gimli.”

“Any time, Princess Arielle.”

She smiled, then stepped around him to make her way to Tiriana’s room. The door opened without a sound and she stepped in to find the baby sleeping fitfully in a small cradle, while Thorin stood over it, arms folded, expression grave. He looked far more serious than she’d seen him look in a while and it instantly had her wondering what Narnerra hadn’t told her.

“Thorin?”

“I was wondering if you’d gotten lost,” he said without turning away from the cradle.

“I bumped into Gimli and he escorted me here. What has Narnerra said to you?”

He shook his head. “Nothing yet. She drew some blood.” He reached down to brush a fingertip along the small bandage on Tirana’s thigh. “And now we wait.”

She stepped up to him, slipping an arm about his waist. “Are you all right?”

He nodded. “I’m find. She just looks very small right now. Small and helpless and I know she’s miserable and there isn’t a bloody thing I can do about it but stand here.”

“I’ve already told Narnerra to make arrangements for a cot. I’m not leaving.”

“Nor am I.”

“Thorin, you have—”

“I’m not leaving,”

“Very well.” She grazed along his back with her thumb. “I’ll have her bring two—”

“I won’t need one,” he growled.

“Very well.”

“I’m sorry,” he reached for her, drawing an arm about her shoulders to pull her up against him, “but I feel helpless and I despise feeling helpless.”

“I know but right now, all we can do is wait.” She reached down to smooth a hand over Tiriana’s head, which felt even warmer now. The baby wriggled about and then let out a cry that became low and mournful before fading back into sleep. Arielle pressed her lips together, fighting down the worry swelling inside her. She leaned her head against Thorin’s shoulder. He wasn’t the only one who hated feeling helpless. She despised it just as much as he did, and as she stood here, his arm about her, and hers about him, she found she wanted to comfort him as much as she did Tiriana. Unfortunately, she couldn’t. All she could do was ease her free arm about his waist and hold him just as he held her.

[kookieswan]

okay okay okay sorry for the spaz, you can absolutely write my other request! But if you don't wanna post it for fluff/angst weekend, here's another option for you...

Seokjin wants to make you feel better after a long stressful day so he cooks for you and cracks jokes to make you smile and cuddles you is all around perfect fluffy husband material (I'm marinating in seokjinnie feels rn if you couldn't tell) 💜🌻🌸

Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 716

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Jin’s humor.

Note: lmao not a spaz, this is so cute! Finally, I get to use my arsenal of terrible jokes and puns

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Your Dork, Darling

Walking into your house, you were almost instantly bombarded by your handsome boyfriend. He met you at the door, taking your jacket and bag as soon as you crossed the threshold. After sliding your shoes off, he shuffled you over to the kitchen, sitting you down at the table where a beautiful dinner sat waiting for you.

You take it all in, blown away that he had somehow managed to make both your favorite dish and dessert all in the time you had been gone. Today had been particularly stressful, your boss running you ragged for hours on end. You had mentioned to Jin during your break earlier that the day had been trying, and apparently, he took that to heart.

He had ace timed you almost instantly, on his own break during practice. He looked unimaginably good, a tad bit sweaty and winded, but with a huge smile on his face and eyes crinkling at the corners. He had assured you that he’d be there when you got home, ready to give you all the love and affection you deserved. You’re broken out of your thoughts as speaks up.

“Give it a taste! I made your favorite darling.” He blows a small kiss toward you, and you catch it quickly before picking up your utensils excitedly. It looks delicious, and it’s not long before you’re digging into the food at a pace that’s probably a little quick. Jin wanders over, sitting down a glass of wine in front of you before taking his own seat.

“Well, how is it? Did I do good?” You hum a little playfully, pretending to think about it. Of course, it’s good, anything Jin makes for you is always delicious. Having a boyfriend that can cook so well is a godsend truly.

“It’s fantastic Jin. Thank you so much for the meal, I really needed it.” He smiles at you, your favorite smile where the corners of his mouth turn upwards ever so slightly, and his cheeks puff up. You feel a large urge to kiss him but push it down since you’re nearly starving still. The thought lingers in the back of your mind that you’d like to make him something special too sometime.

He always takes such good care of you. An amazing man even when he’s constantly busy with work, you couldn’t ask for anything more. Looking over at Jin, he waves his chopsticks around, piece of food clenched tightly between them.

“Hey, hey! What do you give a sick lemon? Lemon aid!” He’s not even waiting for response anymore, high pitched squeaks coming out of him as he laughs. The joke was so terrible that it somehow ended up being funny, but what’s really getting you is his laugh. It’s adorably endearing, high pitched squeaks and all.

You continue dinner, Jin telling horrible jokes as you choke on your food in response. You scarf up dessert quickly, giving him a long kiss before he practically carries you over to the couch in the living room. He sits and pulls you down after him, telling you another terrible joke about a couch and the cushion of his ass.

“Woooow, that was a good one love. You should be a comedian” He splutters a little, claiming that he would make a great comedian. He would, he’d be good at anything he put his mind to. He kisses the back of your head a few times, then your neck down to your shoulders stridently. You giggles turn into a shriek as he blows a raspberry against your shoulder. Leaning back into his chest, you’re barely expecting it when he whispers sensually into your ear.

“Why’s six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine!” Cue the laughter again after he nibbles on your ear humorously. Tilting back further, you huff and lay against him happily as he continues to snicker at his own humor. It’s amazing how he manages to crack himself up so often.

“Man, you are such a dork.” Pinching your sides, he continues to enjoy hearing you laugh, knowing that you were feeling sad earlier had clearly bothered him, and you really appreciate him doing so much to try and make you feel better, even if he’s terrorizing you.

“Hmmm, maybe, but I’m YOUR dork darling. “

[taire-inupmyheart]

Enjolras jealous of Grantaire’s new work colleague, and dear sweet R is too oblivious of his attractiveness/ too in love with only Enjolras to notice

This is too short for a proper fic, I just have a lot of feelings

Enjolras and Grantaire had two mugs of tea on the table in front of them as they read their books on the couch that evening. Enjolras was sitting upright with his legs tucked under him. Grantaire’s head was in his lap, his legs dangling over the armrest. 

Enjolras wasn’t sure when he’d stopped reading but he found himself just staring down at Grantaire agitatedly chewing at the inside of his cheek. 

“Alexis seems nice” he said, turning one of Grantaire’s curls in his fingers as he looked down at his face, gauging his expression- which, very inconveniently, didn’t change at all.

“Doesn’t she?” he hummed lazily as he turned the page, “She’s been a godsend, actually. I’ve never seen someone so excited to learn how to work a milk-steamer,” he laughed.

I’m sure that’s not all she’s excited about, Enjolras thought. 

“She’s very pretty too” he offered, in a casual, nonchalant, conversational tone that wasn’t at all searching.

“Ugh, I know” Grantaire replied, “I mean, I designed those aprons, why don’t I look that good in them?! It’s so unfair. She shouldn’t be able to pull it off that much better than I can.” Even though his tone was completely envious of her fitness and in no way lustful, all Enjolras heard was that Grantaire had noticed she was good-looking.

“I think you look good in the apron” Enjolras offered softly, and Grantaire looked up at him with a warm smile.

“Thanks, babe,” he said affectionately before turning his attention back to his book, Enjolras’ agenda for the conversation still completely lost on him.

“So,” Enjolras persisted with his totally innocent conversation, “I’m assuming she’s just part-time, right? Just weekends and stuff? You know, when it’s busy and crowded, and you’ll be super occupied with tonnes of other people in the café?”

“I mean, yeah, the position was just part-time” Grantaire replied, turning another page, “But thank god she told me she’s fully flexible”

“I’ll bet she did.” 

It was only when Enjolras heard his own bitter laugh that he realised he’d said that out loud. Grantaire craned his neck to look up at Enjolras’ blushing face, his book falling on his chest. 

“I’m sorry?” Grantaire said in mock innocence, an edge of giddy mischief in his voice, “What was that tone?” he swung his legs round so he was sitting up on the couch facing Enjolras. Enjolras blinked innocently and rolled his eyes as if Grantaire was being ridiculous.

“No, I just… all I meant was...that...I know how competitive the job market is and I’m sure she wanted to make sure you knew how...available she is” he said, looking at him pointedly.

“Oh, I see, is that all you meant?” Grantaire replied, trying to suppress a grin as he held Enjolras’ gaze. 

“Look, you can't tell me you haven’t noticed the way she acts around you,” he began, “the laughing at all your jokes, the smiling…” Enjolras looked to Grantaire for him to agree and felt a little guilty at the surprise on Grantaire’s face.

“Wow. Didn’t know it was so suspicious to actually find me funny,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“‘Taire, no, come on, you know that’s not what I meant,” Enjolras whined, and placed both his hands on Grantaire’s strong forearms, squeezing them affectionately, “You’re adorable and charming and of course she’d laugh at your jokes. But this is….giggling at your jokes.”

“Oh, I see. Giggling,” Grantaire repeated in the same grave tone Enjolras used, “and this would have nothing to do with maybe sucking up to her new boss, no?” he offered, to Enjolras’ frustration.

“Believe me, Taire, that girl is looking for more from you than employee of the month” he said with a cynical laugh which made Grantaire stare at him in shock.

“Wow, you are catty when you’re jealous!” Grantaire cried, almost a little bit impressed, and entirely entertained. Enjolras huffed and refocused on his book, shaking his head in disappointment at Grantaire’s immaturity. Grantaire sighed and placed a hand on Enjolras’ thigh, trying to be more comforting, “My dear sweet baby Ange, a girl like that would never be interested in me, okay? She could have anyone she wants!” When Enjolras’ book snapped shut and Grantaire found himself on the business end of a murderous stare he realised how that statement might not have been as reassuring as intended.

“So you do think she’s attractive!” Enjolras accused, in a panic now. 

“Where the hell is that coming from?!” Grantaire cried defensively, “When did I say she was attractive?!”

“When you said she could pull off your apron!” Enjolras shot back. 

There was a second of silence when they both heard the obvious joke. Enjolras saw Grantaire’s eyes narrow mischievously and his lips quirk, readying to form the words. Just as he opened his mouth, Enjolras shot a finger out to him warningly

 “Taire, I swear to god…” he threatened, his voice low and murderous.

Grantaire pressed his lips closed to hold back laughter, and gazed at Enjolras with the fondest smile. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying how upset his boyfriend was, and he wouldn’t have dreamt of making light of his pain were it not so ridiculous to him, and if Enjolras wasn’t so impossibly cute when he was pouting.

“Enjolras. My darling,” Grantaire said, lovingly but firmly, as he took his face in his hands and looked deep into his eyes, “I love you. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, okay? She could walk in wearing nothing but my apron and I still wouldn’t care. I’d probably just be thinking how good that outfit would look on you,” he teased with a wink. Enjolras blushed at that and relaxed his posture, nuzzling his face into Grantaire’s hand so he could reach to kiss his palm and wrist.

“I’m sorry,” Enjolras sighed, “I’m being crazy, I don’t know what came over me. You’re right, I know it doesn’t matter how many people make passes at you. I trust you with my life, you know that, right?” he looked up at him with wide worried eyes. 

Grantaire replied with a soft kiss and a smile before pulling Enjolras into his arms and nestling back into the couch.

“You’re thinking about me wearing just your apron, aren’t you?” Enjolras asked after a moment of happy silence.

“-I am, yes.” Grantaire replied, before he’d even finished the question.

Damn right you are, Enjolras thought as he nuzzled closer.