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Hihi! It's been a bit since I've done one of these, running an interest check for merch in the shop for this year!
If you'd be interested in a restock for sold out items in the shop, would like to leave feedback about my works, or have any notes for me, feel free to fill this out, thank you!
Here's also some totally, absolutely not, no way, impossibly unrelated works in progress for potential shop items! (Also nothing new/previews for new merch ideas for Professor Layton or Dungeon Meshi here yet, but I would like to make something for those series so that's also a listed option for those interested).
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as much as heâd hate to admit it, spencer kept a lot of secrets from the team.
some were minor, like how the cardigan jj gave him really was itchy, or how the new coffee machine in the office was significantly harder to clean than the old one, making each cup of coffee slightly more bacteria-filled than the less. other secrets were major, like the time his addiction had taken hold of him or the many social media accounts he had on the smart phone the team had recently found out about.
itâs true. he was on almost every platform, usually under some variation of user17376 and with no icon. but he was still there. he followed exactly one person, who also seemed to be his biggest secret.
you.
he wasnât even sure if you knew of the vaguely-stalker-esque accounts he created just to keep tabs on you. he could only imagine how hard it would be to keep track of one user, without a name, located in your hundreds of thousands of followers. you mightâve hit one million after your newest single dropped, he hadnât had time to check.
spencer felt bad stumbling out of your release party. heâd stuck to the back as you did your thank you speeches, excitedly dropping hints to your upcoming album. your relationship with spencer, if it could even be called that, was very private and he intended to keep it that way.
thatâs why he was keeping you a secret. obviously. not because he hasnât truly asked you to be his girlfriend. or because he was too shy to admit he even knew someone as famous as you. or because of his own insecurities telling him that he didnât deserve you. no, of course not.
after your speeches and singing along to your brand new pop single that dropped at midnight, you did scooch your way to the back to talk to him. spencerâs arm still had goosebumps from where you held it as you laughed at his joke. he was a bit more bold now that he was three fruity drinks in. despite your fame and all of the attention you received, spencer felt comfortable in the hidden depths of your party.
his mind sort of shut off, just enjoying his time with you. every conversation topic was riveting, and he wished he could stay here with you forever.
and then his work phone rang in his pocket. spencer pretended like he didnât see the small flash of disappointment when he answered it, saying a âhey, jj,â quietly into the speaker. you gave him a quick side hug, and then ran off, knowing he was about to leave.
and here he was, stumbling out of the party, listening to jjâs authoritative voice tell him that he needs to get to quantico asap, bring a go-bag, and meet the team on the jet so they could go over the case.
yikes. right to the jet. must be important.
as he hung up, he looked solemnly into the building your party was in. despite the empty feeling in his chest, he couldnât help but smile at the pink lights pouring out of the windows.
and off he was to quantico.
the train ride there gave him a lot of time to ponder your interaction with him. sure, it felt like you maybe wanted to be his girlfriend when you were together. you held strong eye contact with him, werenât afraid of small physical touches, gave him all of your attention, and stood close to him when engaged in conversations. all tell-tale behavioral signs of a crush.
but things never went deeper than surface level. it always seemed like he was catching up with a friend, not flirting with someone who he was interested in. even if he was definitely interested in you. he sighed, realizing that feeling had to stem from you, then. if you were into him, youâd also flirt with him.
so, no matter how many times you invited him to things, or he slept on your velvet couch after a game night with you and a few of your friends, thatâs all heâd ever be to you. a friend.
spencer decides to turn his mind off (and his hidden smart phone), opting to bury his nose into a book. he brought a few, just in case.
he doesnât turn his phone back on until the second night in the dingy motel. he really was trying to give himself space from you. you were infecting his mind, preventing him from thinking clearly and making decisions on the case. he thought one look at your social media might clear his head.
he opened your twitter, seeing only one new tweet. it was a video, captioned âbeen working on this one, hope you like it.â the video played in the small media player as he inspected it. you were sat criss-cross, an acoustic guitar resting in your lap. your nails were pink, matching your newest single cover.
as he looked closer, he could see the glitter across your collar bones and your slightly-smeared makeup. this was filmed the night of your party. it mustâve been after it, given your disheveled appearance. he couldnât help but marvel at how beautiful you looked.
finally, he opened the video, your beautiful voice filling the room. spencer closed his eyes, trying to listen to the words you were singing.
âi told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, i play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you.â
spencer gasped, realizing the similarities to his situation. oh my god oh my god oh my god.
âand this is when the feeling sinks in, i donât wanna miss you like this. come back, be here. come back, here.â
this song was for him.
read about how popstar!reader and spencer met here <3
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Can you write an Older Neighbor! Perv! Eddie Munson x reader, where she's new in the town and she just moved in right next to Eddie's house, and he sees her the first time and he's like I want her to be my girl, or smth like that, and he's all flirty and all that with her, and they do end up sleeping together, (but he's a perv!) And after some time, they start dating? (Maybe fluff/smut, please? đ„ș)
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3
â ïžpretty smutty, Eddie is very dominant and pushy. Trigger warning - Eddie forced the reader to have sex without a condom ( she likes it ) Eddie is a perv!- keep in mind with his dialogue
Oh neighbor
Eddie had been eyeing the empty house next door. He watched as months and months went by and the house still was up for sale. He didn't care too much for his old neighbor, and he hoped the next one wouldn't be as annoying.
Eddie went for a run every morning. He was older and understood his diet of cigarettes and beer wasn't going to help in the long run. His white tank top clung to his sweaty body as he ran up the hill. His music blasted in his ears as he made it over the hill, his house in view. But also, a moving truck in the next-door driveway. Eddie planned to just go inside. Greeting a new neighbor wasn't something he cared to do. Until he saw the neighbor.
A younger girl, grunted as she carried heavy boxes into her new home. Eddie didn't realize he was standing on the sidewalk, his eyes zoned in on her. And on the way she bent over, giving him a glimpse of her breasts. Eddie couldn't help but feel a twitch in his cock, his hand immediately going down and adjusting.
He smiled when she looked up, her eyes meeting his.
"Hi!" She said excitedly. Her voice was sweet and higher.
"Hi." He said, a smile on his face as she walked closer to him. Her breasts bounced as she moved and Eddie loved it.
"I just moved in, I'm Y/N!" Eddie barely heard her. His focus is on her breasts. His eyes traveled along with the drops of sweat that went down the center of her chest.
"Eddie." He muttered out. "Boyfriend coming to help, or do you need a hand?" He asked.
He felt a sense of pride when she checked him out, her eyes focused on his arms. Eddie may have flexed when he noticed, then enjoyed the way she shyly looked away.
"No boyfriend. Help would be lovely." She said. And Eddie agreed, but her bouncing on his cock would be lovely too.
Eddie kept his word and helped her move everything inside. He stayed to help her put up shelves and other things she needed a hand with. Eddie needed her hand for some help.
Even though it was sweaty and tiring work, he enjoyed sneaking glances at her ass when she'd bend over. Or when she reached up high and her thong poked out from her shorts. And he enjoyed it when she hugged him goodbye and her breasts pushed against his chest.
~~~
After that, they became close friends. Y/N enjoyed spending time with him and drinking some beers as they watched sports. She didn't question Eddie's interest in her or question why he seemed to only spend time with her. She figured he was a friendly neighbor.
But with Eddie, he didn't do anything unless it benefited him. Sure, he liked spending time with her. But more importantly, he wanted to mark her off from the rest of the neighborhood. If a neighbor showed up, he was there behind her with a smirk on his face. The neighborhood was filled with old single men. The only type of people taking up a one-bedroom home, except for the young girls just starting their life. Unaware of the preying eyes that lurk.
"Thanks, gorgeous," Eddie said, taking the cold beer from Y/N's hand. Y/N blushed and looked away. Eddie always had that effect on her. He made her nervous and giddy.
She didn't say anything as she sat next to him, she turned on the TV as the game started. Eddie's arm wrapped around the couch, resting behind her head as she moved slightly into his body. Even though he did it every single time, her heart would skip a beat. Then he'd do this thing where he'd reach down and squeeze her shoulder, then return it to the couch. And Y/N couldn't help but love it.
She wasn't a fan of the male gaze and she always tried to hide from it. But the way Eddie looked at her made her feel unstoppable. He looked at her with so much hunger that it made her shiver. No matter what she wore, his eyes were glued to her. Something about his older eyes and rough hands made her crave him.
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It was the Stanley Cup Final so they decided to go out to the bar to watch it. Y/N stressed for hours about what to wear. It wasn't a date and she knew that. But she'd be damned if his eyes looked at anyone that wasn't her.
She grabbed tight jeans and a jersey. Confidence in her bones as she did her makeup and hair. When she felt loved by the reflection in the mirror, she began her walk to his house. She felt her insides warm when he smiled at her. His smile always gave her butterflies.
"Baby looks sexy." He complimented, a wet kiss on her cheek as he passed her to go out the door. He reached behind him, locking the door. She smiled as she felt the roughness of his beard still on her skin and the wetness of his lips. She blushed at his compliment, happily taking his hand as they walked to the small bar down the road.
It was a small town, and that meant sleazy guys at bars who didn't understand no. Y/N moved closer to Eddie when she felt that male gaze that made her sick. Eddie's arm wrapped around her.
"Fuck off, she's taken." He growled as a guy whistled as they walked into the bar. Y/N smiled at the idea of being taken by him. She wanted him to mean it, but he probably said it to help the men leave her alone. Eddie slipped his hand into her back jeans, and Y/N swore she felt his squeeze a tiny bit. But when she looked at him, his eyes were on the screen.
They sat at the bar for hours, laughing and cheering for their team. A platter of onion rings and cheese curds was in front of them next to their cold beers.
"Gonna run to the bathroom before the last period starts," Eddie said, a kiss planted on her forehead and a ruffle to her hair as he walked past her. Y/N groaned as she fixed her hair. Eddie enjoyed that she was young because he felt like he could treat her young. Y/N found Eddie's age a turn-on, but his teasing was so elementary school. Like when the guy bullies the girl he likes. And she loved it. She wouldn't mind if he yanked her hair and ran away.
Y/N peeled the coating off the onion ring as she watched the commercials. A body next to her caught her attention. A random man sitting there.
"I'm sorry! My friend is sitting there." She said politely.
"Why don't I keep it warm until she's back? Pretty young girl like you shouldn't be left alone." The man said, his finger running down her face. She shivered in fear and moved her face out of his reach. When Eddie called her a young girl, she liked it. But hearing it from a loser at the bar made her feel sick. "Been years since I've had young pussy."
"Okay, not happening. My boyfriend is in the bathroom and he wouldn't like the way you're talking to me, and neither do I. So leave." She said as strongly as she could. Praying the man didn't hear the shakiness in her voice and how her leg bounced.
"But I thought you were with a friend?" The man said, smirking as he caught her lie. "So is it a friend or boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend," Eddie said from behind her. Y/N felt all the air return to her lungs when his voice reached her ears. She looked behind him, a terrified look in her eyes. Eddie felt a twig in his heart at how scared she looked. But also felt a twitch in his cock by the way she looked at him for saving. Her scared puppy eyes.
"So beat it or get your ass kicked. Up to you." Eddie shrugged, his jaw tensed and clenched.
The man held up his arms and went to walk away. "Actually, on a second thought," Eddie said. Y/N was confused until Eddie punched the guy straight across the face.
"That's for thinking about her."
Eddie's hand grabbed hers as he walked them out of the bar.
"We don't have to leave! I'm sure he won't bug us now." Y/N said, she knew it wasn't her fault but she couldn't help but feel guilty about cutting Eddie's night short.
"You being comfortable is more important, we can go to my place and finish the game. Just you and I." He said, his hand slipped into her back pocket again.
Once they made it back to his house, she headed for the couch, but Eddie's hand laced with hers and he walked her to the bedroom. She wasn't sure why. He didn't say a word, just letting her hand go as he began to take off his jersey. She tried to move her eyes away from his toned chest. His chest hair and tattoos. Then his happy trail that traveled down to his jeans.
"Got something there." Eddie teased, his thumb wiped away the imaginary drool at the corner of her mouth. She felt her whole body flame in embarrassment.
"Oh, hush." She said, pretending he didn't get her flustered....again. He didn't stop there, his hands on his belt as he removed his jeans. Y/N gulped as his boxers came into view. More tattoos scattered on his thighs and she tried not to whimper. He was always toned, and his arms were always strong and attractive. But she never thought she could find legs attractive. But the black ink and tight muscles did wonders for his body.
"The game?" She squeaked out, her eyes scanning the room. That's when she realized there wasn't a TV. She didn't have time to be confused, in seconds her back was against the bed and his heavy body was on top of her.
"Mhhm, this is my game." He said, his hand skimming down her body to take off her Jersey. She couldn't help but feel so turned on by the way he took control. She shivered as her skin hit the air. He took in the sight of her bra, before moving down to yank down her jeans. She didn't protest, she wanted this in so many ways.
"Ever since you moved in, I've been dying to know what your beautiful cunt would smell like." His words made her shiver. Anything he said somehow was the most attractive thing she's heard.
She moaned when he bit at the small skin above her panties, then his head moved down. His lips kissed her cunt over her panties. She could feel a wet spot growing. And she whimpered when his tongue flicked the wet spot. She wanted to hide her face in embarrassment.
"Wet and gorgeous." He said into her panties. His lips still left small kisses as his nose inhaled her scent. His nose rubbed her clit and she felt her body twitching.
"Smell so innocent and pure." He growled. His hands yanked her panties to the side as he attacked her cunt. His tongue licked between her folds as his nose kept rubbing her clit. She never had someone attack her cunt with so much need. He ate her like he was starving.
His growling and desperation had her dripping. Of course, his tongue lapped all of it up. Her hands were in his hair as he continued his attack on her cunt. She felt powerless in the best kind of way. Like he was on the hunt for her and she was compelled to lay there and take it all.
"I've thought about this pussy since day one." He said in between breaths, then his lips back on her cunt.
"What about it?" She gasped out. She wasn't sure she ever experienced a man being so captivated by her body. Maybe it was an older guy thing.
She whined when his warm tongue left her, but his fingers replaced his nose as he rubbed her clit.
"How you tasted, how wet you can get. How delicious you smell from miles away." He growled, his words doing things to both of them. His cock was aching in his boxers, but his fingers didn't leave her clit.
"How innocent your cunt would be as I completely drilled myself into you. No mercy on how tight your cunt is. Because now it's mine and I'll do whatever I want with it." He said, his fingers gone from her clit, his hand slamming down to smack her aching cunt. She whimpered loudly, tears spilling down her face as she felt herself pulsing and clenching.
"Fuck, Eddie." She moaned.
"Mr. Munson to you." He said, another slap to her cunt.
She whined as he took out his cock. He was so red, long, and thick. The veins travel to his leaking tip.
"Condom?" She gasped out as his tip teased her clit.
"Nope. I'm gonna fill you to the brim with my cum. You're mine now and not going anywhere." He growled, his hands on the side of her head as he pushed himself into her. He shivered as her cunt clenched around his cock. She cried as he forced his cock fully inside of her. She felt the way he dreamed she would. He enjoyed how tight she was and forced her body to take him.
She was so warm and he wanted to keep his cock in her forever.
"Oh my god." She moaned, his thrusts were fast and hard. The sound of his balls smacking against her skin made her cunt clench. She knew Eddie was a dominant guy, but the way he fucked her for his needs made her want him even more. She loved the idea of being owned by him. The condom was the last night on her mind as she felt every vein in his cock rubbing against her.
"See, so much better raw. I can feel every fucking inch of you. Pretty cunt just gripping me, wanting to keep me inside. Greedy little girl." He teased, a smirk on his lips as he kept his eyes on her.
Her brain barely focused on the words he said, too fucked out. But somehow being called a little girl by him felt like she was being scolded and she was surprised how much she loved it.
"Make me cum, Munson." She begged, her fingers scraping down his back. An animal-like growl left his throat as he felt his skin being carved into it. His fingers worked perfectly on her clit, she came with a loud whimper. Her back pushed off the bed as her chest smacked into his. His arm wrapped around her, holding her against him as he fucked into her. He moaned as he felt his pubic hair soaked in her.
"Look at that mess you made." He mocked, yanking her hair and forcing her to see his drenched hair and how wet his cock looked slipping inside of her.
"Squirted all over me." He smirked, his lips crashing down on hers as he emptied himself inside of her.
~~~
A week passed after the best night of her life. And in the best way possible, Eddie was more obsessed with her. She was claimed as his and he made sure to show everyone.
At the grocery store? The second she bent over, his hand gripped her ass. No care about the older couple that gasped and ran.
Getting gas? He had her pressed against the car with his tongue in her mouth.
She lost all control around him. She found herself doing things she never thought she'd do. He had her bent over her car in daylight in the middle of the driveway.
Had her quietly screaming as his fingers pounded inside of her at the movie theater.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear, his arm wrapped around her as they rested in his bed.
"I love you." She said, resting her eyes. Half way asleep until she felt his cock entering her again for the fourth time that night.
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New Blood, Old Regards
Thanks to @eyeofthenewt1 for this art piece!
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hi I had another idea for a request! dealerâs choice on the character(s) (but if youâre stuck for an idea maybe law?), but maybe the reader gets hurt in a fight and their (slightly in denial about being in love) future love interest nurses them back to health? can be fluff or smut or whatever you want Iâm not picky I just love seeing your words
thank you I still love your work please keep it up
This request is from @toadmakes, on anon since it's her sideblog! I thought this idea was so sweet, so I just made a really fluffy, self indulgent little piece. Also, I let Law be cool last time I wrote about him so of course I had to make him a flustered little nerd in this one. I hope you enjoy it!!
A Helping Hand
Pairing: Law x Reader
SFW
Summary: You get hurt protecting Law, and he's not pleased. Warnings: Fluff, Lots of Banter, Very Little Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 1.3k
You donât remember throwing yourself in front of Law, or being carried back to the Tang. You donât remember the screams of your friends, or the shaking hands that so carefully bandaged you back up. But thatâs alright, because they were all too eager to tell you how stupid you had been once you came to.
ââdisgustingly irresponsible! Not to mention unnecessary! What good reason could there possibly have been to do that?â Law is the most furious youâve ever heard him, and you fear it may be because heâs the most scared youâve ever heard him. You donât know how close of a call it was, but you know you hurt all over, and his eyes are shining with something someone who didnât know better might confuse with tears.
âI didnât want you to get hurt.â You try not to say it like an excuse or a plea. Itâs simply fact.
His eyes shoot away from yours. You swear you see a hint of red on his cheeks, but just as quickly as you notice it, itâs gone. He clicks his tongue with displeasure before continuing. âI wasnât going to get hurt. I could have very easily moved out of the way. Youââ he sighs. âDonât do anything like that again.â
âWell I donât think Iâll be doing it anytime soon.â You try to give him a wry grin, but it turns more into a grimace as you shift, pain shooting through you. Youâre covered head to toe in bandages, every part of you sore and bruised. Youâre surprised youâre upright and conscious right now, honestly. âCan I get some painkillers?â
âYouâre on enough to take down a horse.â
âBut it still hurts.â You pout, and he grits his teeth and looks away from you again.
âYeah. Almost dying tends to do that.â Even with the gruffness in his voice and face, his hands are gentle as they begin to fuss with your bandages, checking over every inch of you to ensure youâve been properly taken care of. You could swear he hesitates slightly at checking the bandages around your thighs and chest, but he perserveres, ever the professional. You wince a few times when his hands brush a particularly tender spot, yelping when he makes slight contact with your ribs. He fiddles with the IV in your arm, and you feel a flood of relaxation and relief hit you. Looks like he found a reason to give you more painkillers after all. âYouâre going to be out of commission for a long while, yâknow.â
âHow long?â
âAt least six weeks, but probably longer.â
âWhat?â
âThatâs nothing compared to what it could be. You have a couple broken ribs, not to mention all of the cuts and bruises. Youâre lucky your organs werenât crushed.â
âCanât you likeâŠshambles it away?â
âNo.â His voice is flat. You look at him with wide, pleading eyes, and he scoffs at you. âWell, more like I wonât.â
âWhy not?â
âIf I just fix it youâll run off and do it again, and next time you might not be so lucky.â
âOhâŠso youâre just worried about me?â You giggle, filled with warmth at the idea. And maybe the pain meds. âYou could just say so.â
âThatâs notââ he lets out a soft choked sound when he realizes thereâs no way to deny it without insisting he doesnât care about you. As grumpy as he can be sometimes, he would never say something so unkind. Not to you. âShut up.â
âHey Captain?â You feel your tongue loosening with things you would never say, but youâre too out of it to stop yourself.
âYes?â
âDo you like me?â
Thereâs definitely a flush to his cheeks now. âWhat?â
âI think you like me. A lot.â
âIâNo!â
âYou donât like me?â Your voice cracks a little, tears coming far too quickly. Whatever he gave you is powerful stuff.
âThatâs notâIâagh!â He roughly runs his fingers through his hair, desperately avoiding eye contact with you. âI like you. As a crewmate.â
You puff your cheeks out a bit with displeasure. âThatâs all?â
âThatâs all.âÂ
âIâll believe you if you look at me.â
âI am looking at you.â
âYouâre looking at the headboard over my shoulder, Captain.â
His eyes flick to yours, and he turns an even more brilliant shade of scarlet. âI liââ His shoulders tense and he suddenly shoots up and turns away from you. âI canât believe Iâm arguing with you about this. Youâre high off your ass. I bet you wonât even remember this when you wake up tomorrow.â You can see the tips of his ears burning as he gathers his things and prepares to leave.
âYouâre gonna abandon me?â
âI have work to do!â
âIâm a patient, I am work!â
His voice is rising with frustration. âYouâre already set up, what else is there to do?â
âI donât know, Captain, Iâm not the doctor here!â You try to raise your arm to reach out to him, only to let out a soft whine when you can barely move it.
âPlease stop trying to use your broken bones.â He comes closer to gently hold your arm down, concern clear.
âIt doesnât feel broken.â
âIt will soon.â
âYouâre gonna let me hurt? On purpose? Youâre so mean to me, Captain.â
He sighs. His thumb starts rubbing small circles onto your hand, though he doesnât seem conscious of the action. âIf I fix you up, do you promise not to do anything like that again?â
âNo.â
The affectionate movements stop. âWhat?â
âI canât promise that. I donât want you to get hurt.â
âIâm strong, I can take a little pain.â
âBut I donât want you to.â You know you sound petulant and childish, but you canât stop yourself. âI donât want you to hurt at all, I donât care if you can handle it. You shouldnât have to.â
âSo you should?â
âYes.â
âThatâs stupid.â
You huff. âYouâre stupid.â
He canât help but break into a rare laugh, a chuckle that rumbles through him and makes your heart skip a beat. He doesnât seem to realize heâs lost himself until he looks up to see you staring at him, eyes wide and cheeks red, mouth slightly agape. âWhat?â
âI really like you, Captain.â
He grows horribly flustered, but for once he doesnât pull away from you. He keeps looking you in the eye, even as every part of him screams to run and avoid his embarrassment. âYou do?â His tone is heart-wrenchingly hopeful.
âI do. So, so much. Youâre the most beautiful and wonderful person in the world.â You can feel your smile grow dopey and lovesick. âIâd take a million hits for you. A billion, even.â
âWhat if itâd make me happier if you didnât take any hits at all?â
âThen I would say you shouldnât have let me join your crew. Getting hit is part of the job. But thatâs okay. Youâre worth it.â You lean forward, begging him for a single touch, since you currently canât lift your arms. You can feel your eyes drooping, but you fight to keep them open long enough to receive what you want.
He sighs, but you can see the affectionate smile creeping onto his face. âYouâre insufferable,â he mutters, resting a hand against your cheek so tenderly you could weep. âGet some rest. Iâll fix you up in the morning.â
You hum as he uses his palm to gently push you back down, his other hand on your shoulders to recline you slightly. Youâre fading fast, finally losing your fight with sleep, but before you go, you swear you feel the ghost of his lips against your forehead.
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my favorite free tools for writers
hello, hello! hope you're doing well.
today i am bringing you another list with my top 3 favorite (free!) tools that I find helpful for each phase of writing a novel.
brainstorming phase
Fantasy Names Generator - not only for fantasy (you can also generate real names). this website is just... amazing! it helps you come up with names for characters, places and locations, descriptions, generate traits, outfits (yes, outfits!!), and probably something else you could ever think of.
The Story's Hack - this one is so cool! you can generate names for everything, create your own generator, and practice writing through writing exercises! plus, you can save your generated names to see later, and you earn coins for each idea generated (you can later buy themes - dark, snow, forest, etc)
RanGen - my last favorite generator on this list is RanGen! you can generate plots, appearances, archetypes, love interests, cities, worlds, items, and more.
developing the idea phase
Bryn Donovan - in this blog you can find master lists under the tag "master lists for writers". it is so helpful when you first start developing the characters and need to find the right words to describe them and to find some quirks and flaws!
Writers Write (350 character traits) - again, this is so helpful!
Story Planner - ah, the number of times I've talked about this website... please, PLEASE take a look at it, you won't regret it. this website has literally everything you need to fully develop your idea with outlines for you to fill in step by step.
writing phase
Colleen Houck (80+ barriers to love) - need more romace conflict? there you go!
Cheat Sheets for Writing Body Language - so, you know how your character's feeling, but don't know how he'd physically act? check out this list!
Describing Words - honestly, this is a lifesaver. don't you struggle to find the right word to describe something? well, with this website all you have to do is to type the object you're trying to describe and see which description fits better to you!
revising phase
Language Tool for Google Docs - i know we all have heard about google docs before, but the truth is, it's almost impossible to find free softwares to check grammar and spelling. so, google docs is useful, because it automatically revises it for us, and it's completely free. plus, you can add adds-on, such as "language tool".
Unfortunately, there's only one (free) tool that I actually enjoy for the revising phase. if you know some others, please let me know so that I can try them out and feature in this list.
exporting phase
Google Docs - i find google docs very easy to format and export to .epub, so i'd recommend using it as a free tool.
Reedsy - this is also a free tool available online. all you have to do is to write down each chapter (copy and paste) or import your word document. it will format the document to your liking and export it to pdf, epub and mobi.
that's everything for now! i hope this post was somehow helpful or inspiring!
if you want to see more master lists full of resources, check these:
WEBSITES FOR WRITERS {masterpost}
BEST accounts to follow as a writer
BEST SITES & SOFTWARES TO WRITE FICTION
DIALOGUE IDEAS TO GET RID OF THAT WRITING BLOCK (masterpost)
Useful Resources & Tips for Writers
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Gym Rat Miguel Part 12
content warning: Miguel is very dramatic in this one, mentions of food
word count: 4k (SHOUTOUT TO MY BETA!! @slushycoookie đ©”)
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DISCLAIMER: This story is not canonical. đ Most, if not all, of the characters used are OOC. I literally can not stress this enough.
GymRat!Miguel who tries not to dwell on the fact that itâs been just about a month since heâs seen you. Itâs the middle of the week and if he thinks about it too much, heâs going to go crazy.
It feels odd because youâre on the same campus as him. Youâre not across the country. Youâre not out of the country. Youâre literally a short walk or drive away and neither of you have time to see each other.
Heâs considering printing your pictures out and walking around with them like a forlorn lover looking for his lost soulmate. It feels like heâs back in his bedroom staring at your pictures for hours like a man at war aching for home.
Heâs exhausted all of his options.
The couple-lunches have all been rain-checked, the weight of your workload trapping you in the Art building.
Your sleep schedule was terrible, if the late night TikToks and reels were anything to go by. He knew you had morning classes too so he could only assume youâve had a few hours of sleep during the weeknights.
The weekends were for rest and he didnât want to disrupt yours.
Your dorm tracked visitors which means heâd only have a few hours with you before curfew if you were even there.
GymRat!Miguel who misses you so bad heâs temporarily replaced his gym playlist for the one you gifted him.
His face is set hard, feet heavy as he sprints over a curved treadmill. After a few minutes he stops, takes a small break, and runs again.
Even the melodic and somber voice playing over a groovy piano couldnât soothe his thoughts.
His heart rammed in his chest as sweat trickled down his face, his tank drenched and clinging to his chest.
Just a few more sprints to go.
GymRat!Miguel who slides the ear of his headphone off because Xina is standing in front of him, blocking his path.
âAnymore sprints and youâre going to pass out,â she hands him a towel.
âMaybe I want to,â Miguel grumbles, nabbing the towel and rubbing his face like someone spit on it.
Xina grabbed her ponytail and pinned it up, loose hair sticking to her neck. âDonât say that. Itâs not funny. I can only manage pulling your body to the entrance to the gym.â
Miguel snorted.
GymRat!Miguel who fills up the time that he used to spend with you to get to know his friends and meet others.
This meant having game nights with Peter and Ben. They were so close, not really, to convincing him to join their DND parties.
If he wasnât with them, he was occasionally calling The Geek Squad and catching up. A Friendsgiving date was now tentatively on his calendar because of it.
Of course, his robotics team was still going steady. Aaron was interesting, if nothing else, and Margo was like the little sister he never had.
Then, there was checking up on Gabriel like a Tamagotchi. Was he eating ok? Did he need some money? Is he trapped in the subway? Did a rat eat him?
Gabriel had sent him a screenshot of his contact with his name being changed to âMom #2.â
Miguel only scoffed and told Gabriel his name was going to get changed to âpain in my ass.â
The newest development, however, was Xina. Her transferring here felt like middle school when they used to be attached at the hip.
They had their programming class together two days out of the week, biweekly study sessions, and the occasional late night excursion.
It also explains why sheâs eyeing him from the stairmaster while he heaves over the handles of the treadmill.
GymRat!Miguel who thanked Xina as she handed him his jug of water. He sat up from the bench to let her take a seat.
âSo,â she started.
âIâm not helping you hack your professorâs dashboard. While you could do it, itâs not a good idea and quantum physics isnât that-â
âItâs not that, you dick,â Xina pinched his side. âItâs you. Whatâs up with you?â
âNothing is up with me.â
âMiguel.â
âXina.â
âNow, youâre being a brat. Something is definitely wrong.â
Miguel picked at the peeling Game Over sticker on his bottle. He needed to tape it down or heâd lose it.
âI miss her.â
âMiss who? Your mom?â
âWhat? No. I miss my girlfriend.â
It was quiet between them, the sound of chatter and the clanking of equipment filled the white noise.
Xina tilted her head, âThat bad?â
Miguel nods.
âWhenâs the last time you saw her?â
He takes a dramatic breath, âOur anniversary date. Last month. I feelâŠâ
âLike you canât function? Like itâs hard to think?â
âIs that pathetic?â Miguel winces. âI have a feeling youâre going to say that it is.â
âNo, I donât think that.â
Miguel pouts as he looks up. Xina shrugs and slides her hands on down her leggings.
âRemember the times I went boy crazy? All the times I came crying to you after they screwed me over, even when you already warned me they werenât good guys? I think you deserve to be crazy about your girlfriend.â
âThanks,â Miguel blinked. âYou were way too nice to those first guys.â
âI learned though, didnât I? I know a good guy when I see him, now,â Xina pushed at Miguelâs shoulders with hers.
âAnd now those self-defense lessons wonât go to waste, right?â
Xina snorted as she recalled the time she managed to flip Winston on his back at Miguelâs instruction.
GymRat!Miguel who watches Xinaâs eyes grow in shock when he tells her how long heâs been dating you.
âDang,â Xina stops in her tracks. âA year?â
Miguel puffs up his chest and stands a little straighter, a confident stride in his step, âOne year and counting.â
âThatâs,â Xina turns and waits for a car to go by. She readjusts her gym bag. âThatâs awesome, Hare-Hare.â
GymRat!Miguel who feels the mood shift by the time he drops Xina back off. Heâs not sure whatâs brought it up, but now heâs nervous about upsetting her more.
He taps on the wheel, after he pulls into a park.
âYou sure you donât want me to get you anything? You donât need to go anywhere?â
Xina unbuckles her seatbelt, âNope. All good. See you tomorrow?â
âYeah,â he watches her close the door before he can even finish. âSee you.â
GymRat!Miguel who obliges when Xina texts him the next day to switch up their study session location.
Miguel wanted to keep the busy calm of the 1st floor of the library but Xina insisted on giving him a change of scenery.
âItâs good for you! You stare at the screen all day when youâre coding,â Xina slams Miguelâs car door to which he sneer at her for. âYou need to look up and smell the coffee sometimes.â
âYou just want a reason to not do your work.â
Xina turns around and walks backwards in front of Miguel, âAnd thatâs completely fine. We should live a little.â
She trips over the edge of the sidewalk with a yelp and Miguel is quick to catch her, the panic on his face evident.
âSee,â she grins as she pulls herself up by Miguelâs shoulders. âLiving!â
GymRat!Miguel who lets Xina order for him while he finds a table.
The cafe was bright, white wood accenting the walls with vines and plants adorning the area. Salmon pink brought a pop of color to the sandy-looking tables and fairy lights hung in the corners of the room.
Miguelâs eyes grew as he saw the variety of desserts on display, his mouth itching to take a bite.
âNo, no, no. Go away. Iâll pick something youâll like,â Xina blocks Miguelâs lingering eyes.
Miguel clicks his teeth, âIf itâs not good, Iâm going to be really upset.â
âI doubt it.â
GymRat!Miguel who walks deeper into the cafe. Heâs dodging ceiling plants left and right, but heâs sure that the best seats are in the furthest of the building.
He shuffles around a corner, eyes adjusting to the sun coming through window.
He blinks a few times and takes in the spacious area.
Thatâs when he sees you.
He walks fast, the strides of his steps wide.
The closer he gets, the stronger the smell of peaches builds. The sun was shining down like it granted Miguel one the greatest gifts of his life. Its rays danced across the spot that you're in.
He gets to your chair and pulled it out with ease, the sound disrupting the hushed corner.
A pen falls to the floor, voices are cut short, and arms are flailing but Miguelâs nose is buried deep into your neck.
Your arms tighten around his neck and your voice skips across his ears.
âI-â a kiss across your face, âmissed you so much.â Miguel looks at you like you hold the stars in the sky within your palm.
âYou scared the shit out of me, Miguel,â you say with no really malice in your voice. Your thumbs run across his cheeks, watching as he beams at you. You kiss him once or twice, heart fluttering as your feet dangle in the air.
âI hope there arenât many people picking you up in the middle of establishments,â Miguel mumbled across your lips.
âGuys, thereâs people staring at us,â a voice creeps in from the side of Miguel.
Miguelâs eyes follow it to see a deer-looking kid with hoodie pulled up over his ears.
âWho is this?â
GymRat!Miguel who is introduced to Miles, your freshman classmate that youâve taken in.
Heâs sitting across the table nodding along to you as you rave about Milesâ work. The entire time, his right hand didnât leave your left one.
âSo,â Miguel chimes in when thereâs a pause. âHave you both been coming here a while?â
âNah, I just dragged her out here recently. She never leaves the art building when a deadline is near. Itâs kind of depressing-â
âYou know, Miles.â You're holding back an eye roll. âThere are times when you could just not talk.â
âNo, actually tell me more,â Miguel insisted, attentive.
GymRat!Miguel who hurries to help a struggling Xina when she rounds the corner with a tray full of goodies.
A cinnamon roll, a lemon tart, a tall purple drink, and some warm tea is placed on the table while you and Miles clear the area.
You sit up straighter to watch Miguel pick up the tea cup and blow over it. âTea? No milk with a pinch of coffee?â
âAmorâŠâ
Xina looks over to his cup, âDid you want something else?â
âNo, this is good, I havenât had this in a while,â he takes a sip and hums while explaining to you. âIâve been on this sweet drink kick since she let me try her frappe last year.â
âThatâs rich because you always hated it when I got those.â
âTo be fair, you downed like four of those in one day. Iâm surprised your body didnât go into shock.â
âI donât know,â you shrug. âFour in one day must have meant you were going through it.â
Xina smiles and nods her head, âExactly. And I told him-â
âWeâre not doing this,â Miguel grumbled and stabbed his fork into his roll. âFour was way too much and she was bouncing off the walls all day just to crash and throw up on my shoes.â
âI said I was sorry about that!â
GymRat!Miguel who cuts pieces of his dessert to feed to you. You look at him incredulously as he insists on giving you bite after bite.
âIs it good?â Miguel asks chewing his own piece. You nod and he grins, happy in the bubble heâs created.
When Xina reaches for his plate for a piece he slides it away with ease, a move he knows too well.
âWhy canât I have some? I bought it.â
âYou didnât even ask!â
âNeither did she!â
Miles leans over to you, âI feel like Iâm watching a fight between me and my baby sister.â
Miguel is pushing Xinaâs hands away from his plate while she laughs up a storm. You think that it does mirror something like Gabriel and Miguelâs relationship, but something about Miguel isnât the same.
GymRat!Miguel who continues his Tom and Jerry act with Xina even when the food is gone.
They were bickering over some formula that you couldnât begin to figure out by yourself. To Miguel, itâs easy. To Xina, the setup makes no sense.
âHow did you survive Ivy League without me?â Miguel asks as he reaches over and erases an error on her page.
âLike I do anything else, with peace.â
âSo what youâre saying is,â Miguel points his pencil at Xina, âyou hate me and I am not needed for problems 4 through 10.â
âNo!â she panics, pushing his pen back to the paper. âI need you to start this one. I donât understand it.â
âWe just did one like this, though. Itâs just the imaginary number all over again.â
Xina groaned and slumped in her chair while Miguel just turned back to his on work.
GymRat!Miguel who peers up from his computer to watch you work. You eyebrows pinch as your wrist moves across the large sketchpad in front of you. Your hand is moving fast and youâre so focused. Miguel hasnât seen you like this before. In your element.
He leans his head on his hand, cheek squished and staring at you like heâs never seen you, like you were something to be admired.
You were pretty today, a sweater with some cartoon on it and some jeans that flared out at the bottom. Your bunny necklace was dangling around your neck and your glasses were falling down your nose.
You push them back and a smudge of charcoal from moving Milesâ artwork gets on your cheek.
âStare at her any harder and she might grow something freaky,â Miles whispers.
Miguel falters and grabs a napkin, leaning to wipe your cheek, âShe has something on her face.â
GymRat!Miguel who tries to be even more discreet as he watches you fill up the page. Itâs mesmerizing seeing what you come up with.
Heâll type a little bit then look at your sketches, heâll click a few links then look at your face. Sometimes, you would catch him looking and smile at resulting in his heart picking up.
Occasionally, Miles would ask your opinion on something and you would give him pointers, the two of you discussing something about focal points and rule of threes.
Miguel just wanted to put his stuff up and listen to you all day.
âWhat are you working on?â Xina asks, her voice breaking the silence. Sheâs staring directly at your drawings, fingers tapping against her notebook.
You perk up and flip your pad around, âItâs some ideas for one of our bigger projects! The theme is reinventing a classic, so Iâm thinking something like a spin on Lady Godiva with a haunted theme and darker palette. Or The Fallen Angel with a birdâs eye perspective of him on the ground.â
You took a breath and flipped the page, âAnd then thereâs The Kiss which I wanted to actually do a glaze to really give it that âmosaicâ look.â
Miguel leaned in with Xina to take a closer look.
The sketch was exceptional to say the least. Miguel wasnât too sure how the original painting looked, but your drawing detailed a woman wrapped in these angular, moving shapes. Her face was angled up and a far-off look adorned her features. To her right sat a man whose lips were on her neck and his attention solely on her.
It was soft, yet strong. How you managed to put so much intimacy onto a single page was beyond him.
The feeling of it was familiar and when he looked up at you, he knew.
Miguel opens his mouth, âItâs..â
âBoring.â
âBeautiful.â
He turns to Xina with a frown on his face as she flips back to the front page.
âI mean, I think one of the other two is better, you know? More of a twist on the originals. The last one feels safe.â
The table is quiet as Xinaâs comment marinates. Sheâs flipping further into your book and Miguel promptly snatches it from her and closes it a bit harder than he needs to. Miles shifts in his seat, chewing on the straw of his drink.
âCan you explain why it feels safe to you?â your fingers pick at a nail.
She looks up, âWell, donât you want to stand out? Out of the others, I donât think this one is that unique.â
âThe point isnât to stand out,â Miles chimes in. âThe assignment is about remixing a classic and all three of these do that pretty well.â
Your smile is small, âThanks, Miles.â
âSo which one do you think is better?â Xina asks.
âThe last one,â both Miles and Miguel say.
âIt carries the emotion of the original while also bringing more focus to couple rather than the abstracted cloth. You can see the love between them in a way that the original doesnât have and itâs not even painted yet,â Miles talks with ease. âBut! Thatâs just my opinion.â
âI think itâs powerful,â Miguel hums. âYou should go with that one.â
You nod, thumbing over the corner of the pages.
GymRat!Miguel who watches Miles nearly fly out of the cafe.
Something about catching the bus to go see a friend perform.
âPoor thing,â you mumble. âHe didnât even buy the tickets yet.â
GymRat!Miguel who can almost see the stress coming off of you in waves the later it gets in the evening.
âAre you alright?â Miguel places his hand over yours.
âYeah, I think I need a nap.â
âNeed me to drive you back?â
âNo, itâs fine. You need to drive Xina back.â You start to pack up. âI brought my car anyways.â
Miguel follows your movements, hands putting his laptop up as well.
He hurries to pull your chair out and you thank him with a quiet voice. He follows you from the table to the door to your car. The scene is almost comical the way heâs in your peripheral.
âWill I see you again soon?â Miguel leans on the hood of your car, body practically falling onto you in the driverâs seat. âWe gotta set up a date.â
âIâll see what I can do, baby,â you rub his face and kiss the kicked-puppy look off of his face. âIâll text you once I get back.â
âPlease.â
GymRat!Miguel who throws his backpack in the backseat and slumps over the wheel once heâs certain your car was down the road.
âWhat now?â Xina patted Miguelâs back. âYou miss her again?â
Miguel just dug his head onto the horn, the effect alerting anyone within 50ft radius.
âOk, ok,â Xina yanked him up by his shoulders only for him to drop back down again. She sighs and grabs the back of his head with a slight yank to his hair.
Miguel swats her hand away with a grit to his teeth and a pinch to his brows.
Xina only holds her hands up with a grin lining her lips, âCalm down.â
âYouâre really annoying me today.â
Xina drops her hands and her smile falters. Miguel straightens up with an apology on the roof of his mouth before Xina picks back up with joy.
âWhat I think you need is an awesome rager for your birthday.â
âNo.â
âWhy not? It could be fun!â
âIâm all partied out until next year.â
âNot even with your friends? People from your department? A couple of classmates? The robo nerds?â
âThatâs robo rockstars to you.â
Xina laughed and buckled her seatbelt.
âI think it could be great, seriously. Weâre doing it.â
Miguel only groaned and turned on the ignition.
GymRat!Miguel who wanted to use his Sunday for relaxation, a cheat day, maybe a game or two with Gabriel, Peter, and Winston.
Instead, heâs lying on his bed listening to Xina rant about one of her roommates using the sink as a trash can.
âLike we have a ridiculously expensive trash can thatâs less than a foot away from the sink. Itâs a simple spin and drop.â
âOk, I get this is really gross, but donât you have other friends you could bother?â
Xina pauses, and points her finger at him, âHey, Iâm here to help you out. If I wasnât here, who knows how down in the dumps youâd be.â
âThis isnât helping me.â
GymRat!Miguel who answers his phone while Xina has managed to pull Peter into a game of Overcooked on his Switch.
âHey, Ma.â
âMiguel! How do I connect your fatherâs computer to the TV? He found a movie that we could watch but the screen is so small.â
âHe found a movie but canât connect cords?â
âJust answer the question, mijo.â
Miguel sits up, prepared to spend at least forty minutes trying to explain what an HDMI cord is.
âYeah.â
Xina gasps, pauses the game leaving a displeased Peter, and hops into the corner of Miguelâs phone.
âHi, Mrs. OâHara!â
âHola, mi dulce niña! Hace mucho que no te veo. ÂżQue tal te ha ido?â (Hello, my sweet girl! I havenât seen you in a long time. How have you been?)
âMĂĄs o menos, pero me alegro de verte.â (So-so, but Iâm happy to see you.)
âNo, Xina! ÂżQuĂ© tienes?â (Whatâs wrong?)
Miguel just plopped the device in Xinaâs hand, âI like how you both started a conversation on my phone.â
âWeâve got important things to discuss,â Xina waved him off while she and his mother continued to fawn over each other.
Miguel just slid off the bed and joined Peter.
GymRat!Miguel who doesnât get his phone back until curfew hours are around the corner.
Xina and his mom discussed everything from reality TV to recipes to her time up north. Xina left happier than when she came in which Miguel didnât mind. He just wished he could have had the room to himself.
GymRat!Miguel who doesnât see your message until heâs about to go to sleep.
âBabyâ
âLetâs do something together on your bdayâ
Miguel unpeeled his eyes and typed swiftly.
âYESâ
âYEESSSSâ
âBest birthday ever alreadyâ
âSomeoneâs excitedâ
âI havenât even said what weâre doing yetâ
âWhat are we doingâ
âTell me pleaseâ
âPleasepleasepleasepleaseâ
âMmmâ
âNoâ
âItâs a secret đââïžâ
âI can waitâ
âThat you areâ
âSometimesâ
âđâ
âBut mi luz I think Xina is trying to plan something tooâ
âOhâ
âShould we raincheck then?â
âNOOOOOO!â
âI can do bothâ
âIâll literally split myself in twoâ
âYou donât have to chooseâ
âMy gift is smallâ
âI want you to have fun on your special dayâ
âCan you come to the party?â
âI donât want to miss it but Iâll have to seeâ
âIf anything itâll be much laterâ
âAs long as I get to see you Iâll be happyâ
âGood night bebĂ©â
âNight!â
"Love you"
âLove you more"
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jingle bells.
spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.
WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork
fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers
I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.
wc: 1.4k
You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.
Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.
Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.
Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?
Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?
You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.
"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"
"It's like you read my mind y/n!"
The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.
You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.
You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.
"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."
"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.
People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.
It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?
"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.
"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?
You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.
You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.
"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."
Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.
"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.
He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.
As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.
Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.
"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.
You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.
"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.
You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.
"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.
"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.
"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.
"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."
You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.
You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.
"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.
"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.
You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.
You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.
"y/n."
"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.
"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.
You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.
"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.
You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.
You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.
You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.
"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."
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my best friend's dad | part 2
/N and Scarlett Styles are best friends in college. They share everything even their plans for Spring Break. They have a trip to Bahamas planned. Everything takes a turn when Scarlett is unable to fly, and Y/N is forced to coexist and interact with Scarlett's dad.
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Harry, determined to keep a respectful distance from Y/N after that morningâs perverted thoughts. He dressed in a freshly washed swimsuit and headed straight for his studio, a serene space filled with natural light and a calming view of the beach and pool below. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background as he settled in at his drawing table.
He immersed himself in his work, focusing intently on finalizing the layouts for the new building project. The creative process helped clear his mind, and he found solace in the familiar rhythm of sketching and planning. Occasionally, he glanced out onto the balcony, where he could see Y/N below, absorbed in her book.
She looked peaceful, the morning sun casting a soft glow around her. He noticed her occasionally reaching for a piece of fruit from a bowl beside her, her expression content as she turned the pages. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight.
By midday, Harry had completed the layouts he set out to finish. He stretched his arms and stood up, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Glancing out at the balcony once more, he caught Y/N turning herself onto her chest and untying the top of her blue bikini. She slipped on the top and threw it beside the sunbed. She was topless and Harry tried to hold his composure.
âHow is Bahamas?â Jeff, Harry closest friend asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
âItâs fineâ Harry responded as he sat down and took off his reading glasses.
âIt doesnât sound like it. How is Scar?â
Harry sighed, knowing Jeff could read him like a book. "Scar's doing well," he admitted, leaning back in his chair and glancing out at the tranquil ocean view from his study. "But... there's something else."
"What's going on, mate?" Jeff's voice held concern.
Harry hesitated, unsure how to articulate the conflicting emotions he'd been grappling with since Y/N arrived. "It's Y/N," he finally confessed. "She's Scarlett's friend, and she's... she's a guest here."
Jeff remained silent, sensing there was more to Harry's unease.
"I find myself thinking about her more than I should," Harry admitted quietly. "She's smart , funny, and..." he trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe the attraction he felt.
"You've got it bad, haven't you?" Jeff said knowingly.
Harry chuckled ruefully. "It's complicated. She's much younger, and I shouldn't be thinking about her like this."
"Maybe it's just a crush," Jeff suggested gently. "It'll pass."
"I hope so," Harry murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I just need to focus on work and keep my distance."
"Or you could test the waters. What if she's also interested?" Jeff suggested, knowing that his friend always played it safe and never ventured into morally gray areas. He believed Harry needed to embrace life more, and perhaps Y/N was the catalyst he needed.
Harry sighed again, torn between Jeff's suggestion and his own reservations. The idea of pursuing something with Y/N was both exhilarating and unsettling. He valued Scarlettâs feelings and didn't want to jeopardize them or make things awkward between them.
"I don't know, Jeff," Harry finally replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "She's Scarlett's best friend, and there's an age difference..."
Jeff interrupted gently, "You can't control who you're attracted to."
Harry nodded slowly, considering Jeff's words. He knew his friend meant well and understood his perspective, but the thought of complicating things weighed heavily on his mind. He had always been cautious, preferring to maintain boundaries and avoid unnecessary risks.
"I just don't want to mess things up," Harry admitted quietly, his gaze drifting back to the view outside. The ocean shimmered under the afternoon sun, a peaceful contrast to the turmoil in his thoughts.
Jeff nodded understandingly. "I get it. Just see how things unfold. You'll figure it out."
As they ended the call, Harry leaned back in his chair once more, reflecting on their conversation. He knew he needed to tread carefully, balancing his growing feelings with his respect for Scarlett and Y/Nâs feelings too. He just wasnât sure if he just wanted to sleep with her or something else.
Harry hadn't been in a relationship for years. He had devoted his time to work, ensuring his daughter had a comfortable life. If he thought about it that way, he felt he deserved to have some fun. However, he still didn't know if Y/N felt the same way toward him.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Harry?" It was Y/N, holding a bowl of fruit. Her hair was wet but pulled back by her sunglasses. Harry noticed she was already getting a bit sunburned and looked tanner than she had just three days ago. "I just thought you might like a snack," she said sheepishly.
Harry smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Y/N. That's very kind of you," he said, standing up and walking over to her. He took the bowl of fruit from her and placed it on his desk.
"So, this is where the magic happens," she said with a grin, walking over to the drawing table.
"Yep, this is it," Harry replied, his heart racing slightly at her presence. "Come, take a look.â
He led her to the table, where his latest project was spread out. Y/N leaned in, her shoulder brushing against his as she examined the intricate designs. Harry could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, and he fought to keep his focus on the work in front of them.
âOh! Look at thatâ she said, her voice full of genuine admiration. âThe detail is breathtakingâ.
"Thanks," Harry said, his eyes flicking to her face.
As Harry explained his vision for the project, he couldn't help but notice how close they were standing. The small studio felt even smaller with her beside him, and the tension between them was palpable. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the proximity was making it difficult.
At one point, Y/N reached out to touch a section of the blueprint, her fingers lightly grazing his hand. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he glanced up to find her watching him intently. The air seemed to thicken around them, and for a moment, the world outside the studio ceased to exist.
Harry cleared his throat, trying to dispel the growing tension. "So, um, that's the main living area," he said, pointing to the layout on the paper.
They stood there, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. Harry's mind raced, torn between the desire to close the gap between them and the need to maintain the boundaries he'd set for himself. He could see the same conflict in Y/N's eyes, and it only intensified the pull he felt toward her.
Finally, Y/N broke the silence. "I should let you get back to work," she said, stepping back slightly, though her eyes lingered on his.
Harry nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. âI was thinking of taking a break and going for a swim. Do you want to come?â
She gave him a small, smile. âYeahâ.
They both made their way out of the studio and down the path towards the private beach. The sun was burning hot as it neared lunch hours, and the air was filled with the sounds of seagulls and the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. The crew was starting to prepare the table for lunch, setting out plates and utensils under the shade of a large umbrella.
As they walked, the soft sand crunching beneath their feet, Harry stole glances at Y/N. She looked radiant in her bikini, her skin glowing under the sunlight. He felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
They waded into the water together, the cool waves lapping at their legs. Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as they moved deeper into the ocean, the water enveloping them in its refreshing embrace. The sun glinted off the surface, creating a dazzling display of light and color.
As they swam, Harry found himself drawn to Y/N, their laughter and playful splashes creating a sense of intimacy and connection. They floated on their backs, gazing up at the clear blue sky, the worries and tensions of the world seeming to melt away.
"I think my face is getting burned," Y/N said as she stood up near the shore, the water lapping at her waist. Harry swam over to her, concern in his eyes. He stood up beside her, leaning in to check on her more closely.
"Let me see," he said softly, his voice full of genuine concern. As he leaned closer, his eyes scanned her face and cheeks, which were definitely flushed from the sun. The close proximity made Y/N's heart race, but she couldn't help staring at his lips, her breath hitching slightly.
Harry noticed her gaze, and his heart pounded in response. He could see the nervous anticipation in her eyes, and it was all the confirmation he needed. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the gap between them, his eyes locking onto hers.
She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Harry," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Harry gently cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing lightly against her sun-kissed skin. The world seemed to stand still as he leaned in, his lips finally meeting hers in a tender, lingering kiss.
Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she responded, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but quickly grew more passionate as they both gave in to the emotions they'd been holding back. The warm ocean water swirled around them, adding to the sense of intimacy and connection.
Harry's hands wrapped around her waist as the waves nudged them deeper into the water. With the sea current interrupting their kiss, Harry lifted her off the ground. Y/N instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tightly.
Their lips met again with renewed passion, the sensation heightened by the cool water surrounding them. Harry's grip on her tightened, anchoring her against him as the waves swayed them gently. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Harry kisses her again but the softness if gone and now there is a sense of urgency. Y/N lips moved to his jaw and then to the side of his neck. Harry hand coming to grip her jaw to stop her.
âAre you sure?â He asked, not wanting to take advantage of her. She was younger and with less experience than him. The last thing he wanted to do was to pressure her into having sex. âI donât want you to do something you donât wantâ
âI want toâ Harry didnât question her any further. Perhaps because of his own selfish reasons. He untied her top and released her breasts, he tend to them, putting one of them in his mouth as his other hand massaged the other. He bit her softly, earning a whine from her.
âHarryâ she moaned as she watched him devour her breasts. His hot mouth against her cold skin was a different sensation. Y/N was surprised that she had deliberately agreed to have sex at the beach, in the ocean. However, the desire was too intense to make it back to the house.
Y/Nâs feet started pushing his swimming trunks off his body wanting to feel and see him.
âThis is wrongâ Harry said as he started to make his way out of the water and towards the shore with her still wrapped around him.
âSo wrongâ Y/N said as he laid her down on damp sand. Harryâs hand went to her sides and untied the sides of her bikini. Something had taken over him. He was ravenous for her.
âSpread your legs baby. Widerâ His face was quickly buried between her legs.
âWhat if someone see us?â She asked though it quickly converted into a moan as Harry pressed his tongue on her, his nose brushing her clit. Harry hummed at the taste of her, she still tasted salty from the ocean water.
âJust like I imagined itâ His finger drawing circles over her clit as he continued licking her and sucking her sensitive folds. âDonât cum yet. I want to be in you when you doâ he warned, his English accent raspier that usual.
âThen fuck meâ Y/N begged, to which almost made Harry cum in his swimming trunks. It was such a stark contrast from who had arrived a few days ago. His hands frantically pulled down his swimming trunks. Harryâs head teased her entrance for a second before he sunk into her. He filled her up completely and for a second Y/N was worried that she wouldnât be able to take it.
âGodâ She whined, throwing her head back, her hair getting covered with sand. Harry stayed still as he allowed her to adjust. He also needed a second at the newfound sensation.
âFuckâ he groaned as he pulled out of her and back into her. Her wet walls around him clenched up, as she looked at him drunken eyes. âYou are so tightâ.
She was overheated. The sun, the hot sand, and the way he looked at her as he pounded into her was too much. They were starting to get sticky. Harry hands gripped her hips, helping him to keep the constant pace.
âCum fâmeâ he exhaled between thrusts as he felt her clench around him. Harry watched her come undone as she whimpered his name over and over again. Harry followed right after her before dropping right beside her.
Y/N looked over at him as they both tried to recuperate after their orgasms. She could see his skin covered with sweat and salt from the ocean and he still managed to look incredibly attractive.
âDonât smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazyâ He said with a smirk with his eyes still closed.
She didn't feel an ounce of regret...yet.
part 3 | sneak peek
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temperance - frat!rafe x tarot!reader
warnings - rafe being a jealous guy, slow burning with rafe is slow burning, not proofread!
the star / the world / texts pt one
soft classical music played over the shop, youâd just finished a reading with a client and youâre making polite talk with him as you clean your space. rafe was in the back, making himself a cup of coffee.
âiâve been really interested in these things but never got the chance to do any research, can you tell me more?â your client, derek, asks. you nod your head, showing him to the tarot aisle of your shop. all the meanwhile, rafe is leaning against the doorframe, keen eyes watching over you.
âhere are the cards we have in stock! for first time users iâd recommend the classic rider tarot deck,â you pull one from off the shelf, âit was originally made in italy and has the most powerful symbolism. the guidebook that comes with this can be hard to read, but thereâs a ton of free guidebooks online. we also have some physical copies of guidebooks if you wanna check âem out,â you smile, handing him the box. your hands brush against each other. feeling an electric shock run through your body, you flinch away. derek softly smiles at you, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, and you whisper a âthank you.â you then nod shortly, clearing your throat, âoh, you also need some incense to cleanse them before you begin bonding,â âbonding?â
he follows you to the corner filled with incense sticks, âyeah, so your cards can resonate with you. if you go right into readings they wonât resonate as much and you may get some overly negative readings if you donât cleanse,â you hand him three sticks of incense, âyou can use one, just giving you a couple extra!â you beam, his hand lingering over yours again. he softly chuckles, taking the sticks. âhow do you âbondâ with your cards?â he asks, taking a step closer towards you.
âusually, after I cleanse them I put them under my pillow and sleep with it. then I start doing a reading on myself and keep doing said reading until everything starts to resonate,â you sigh, âitâs a long process, but itâs an efficient one.â
your lips form a small smile as he nods. you bring him to the checkout counter, ringing up his items, âthank you for your services again today, I really appreciate it. and thank you for telling me more about tarot,â your polite smile widens into a genuine one, âyouâre very welcome, derek,â derek hands you a hundred dollar bill, and you open your register to give him his change before he interrupts you, ââyou can keep the change,â your eyes widen and you stumble upon your words, âohâthank you!â he lets out a soft hum, grabbing his bag. before he leaves your shop, he turns around, approaching you again, âI might forget the process of cleansing the cards and bonding or whatnot, soâŠin case I forget, do you mind if I call you?â
you lightly scoff, a soft giggle emitting from your lips, âsmooth,â you click your tongue, handing him a business card, âhere, thatâs my personal number, but donât tell everyone that,â he takes a glance at the card before exiting your store, the ringing of the bells overpowering the soft music for a moment.
âsmooth?â rafe walks over to you, eyes dark. you cross your arms, facing him. âyeah? it was,â you shrug. he rolls his eyes, âyouâre not actually gonna call him, right?â âwhy not? if he needs help with his cards iâm gonna give help,â you try to squeeze past him, but his broad frame doesnât let you through. ârafe. relax,â âhe was flirting!â his eyes widen and his arms flail in the air. âno shit he was, besides, iâm only gonna give him tarot adviâare you jealous?â rafeâs face turns bright pink, no longer being able to hold eye contact with you, ân-no,â âoh, rafe cameron is jealous,â you poke at his chest playfully.
âjust donât want you to be calling him while weâre sharing a room, I like my peace and quiet,â his voice is soft.
âuh-huhâŠâ you reply, walking back to your workstation as you mumble to yourself, âdefinitely jealous.â
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welcome to the final show | H.S, part 3
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part one and part two!
summary: harry goes over to y/ns hotel for a good old room service dinner, also getting a little tipsy on wine, while starting to blur some lines. and itâs not long before things are no longer just between the two of them.
warnings: fluff, swearing, alcohol, getting a lil wine drunk, paparazzi, being confused on if youâre falling in love or just really good friends.
a/n: iâm so excited to finally have this written for you all! iâve had some pretty bad writers block, hence the delay in getting it to you, but thank you so much again for your support and I hope you enjoy <3
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Thereâs a certain type of attatchment that comes around once and a while. Itâs rare.
Itâs when things start to flourish. Maybe with a hobby, a passion, or a new found person. One your brain decides to put all its focus and interest on, to the point itâs all consuming.
This one gets stuck to you like glue. Hard to shake in the sense of no matter how hard you try to ignore it, itâs all you can think about.
Losing yourself in daydreams of something or someone without even realising, until youâre reaching for anything that will bring you closer to filling that need.
Thatâs exactly whatâs leading you to be reaching for your phone at any given point of the day.
You imagine many perceive it to be a permanent growth on your person. But you can hardly help it. Texting is a simple way to reach someone. Feel connected.
So, safe to say youâve messaged Harry more than your own family over the course of this trip.
Youâve become attached. To Harry Styles. AgainâŠ?
Of course, being a huge fan itâs easy to say you should probably already be accustomed to this, given your level of obsession.
But this is a whole other ball game. One that is becoming like an internal battle. Your already unhealthy and predisposed infatuation paired with now a real physical connection is enough to render you useless.
You reach for your phone. Text him, your brain begs. You consider. No, stop being clingy you loser, your brain rolls her metaphorical eyes. You place the phone down. Stare at a wall. Think about him. Rinse, repeat.
Not normal, you donât think.
However, you search for some kind of justification. That youâre just good friends, and all that shit. Itâs normal to miss someone youâre friends with.
If he considers you as that.
Which you would hope since youâve been texting him enough it would be concerning if he saw you as just some mutual of his.
Youâre also sitting in a cafe, unfortunately without him right now. Eating a croissant wishing that he were here. Allowing your gaze to linger on the chair across from yourself, imagining his solid frame filling up the empty space. What he would do if you stood up and ran a hand through his hair, maybe lent down a little so you could justâ
The ring of the bell atop their entrance chimes and drags you out if your dangerous and spiralling thoughts. And for some reason get excited like youâve somehow manifested this man to walk through the cafe door by thinking of him.
Feeling silly at the nag of disappointment in your stomach as you see an ordinary bloke saunter over to the till.
Maybe one you would check out, or emit some kind of interest in before you properly met Harry. You would feel disloyal now. Like the parasocial relationship has entered an entirely new level of psychotic.
If itâs still parasocial, that is. Or if now youâre just simply a girl with very cloudy and mixed feelings about a very beautiful man.
You audibly sigh out. Eating the final bite of your admittedly delicious croissant and picking up your phone.
You type out a message, sending it before you can even think it.
Iâm in a cafe right now without you and youâve honestly ruined them for me. I miss you and your free cups of tea.
Without me? Rude.
You laugh at his quip, watching as the little bubble pops back up indicating heâs typing.
Iâm out right now, but if youâre not busy later we can do something? Go out or I can come over to yours.
You pluck mindlessly at your bottom lip with your teeth, how could you say no to that?
You stress over it either way.
well, youâre very welcome to come over to my hotel room. we can order room service if you want?
To this he texts back an agreement, seemingly keen. And you realise immediately you have to tidy your room before he comes over.
You swing him the location of where youâre staying, including your room and floor number.
Thank you love, ill be there in like 3 hours say? If that works for you.
At that, you stand, because who are you if not over-prepared. And it was time to go make sure your room didnât like a war had been waged in it when he came over for the first time.
Cant be having a bad impression, you figured.
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You did in fact rush back to your hotel complex. Not even stopping a crepe stall you passed by, which had to be a first for you. You clean the place until it appears well-kept at the least.
And once youâre finished, you easily fall back into overthinking the whole thing. So excited, yet getting those anxious jitters like a caffeine addict 12 hours no coffee.
Which is why you decide to busy yourself with an afternoon shower. And at the time youâd still had over an hour to go.
You take of course longer than you intended, and shortly after you come out thereâs a knock at your door, easily making you jump as you tug a shirt over your head. Regretting the last minute decision for a shower since now you have wet hair and probably look like a right mess.
But itâs not like you can leave him out there while you go blow dry your hair, so you rush over to the door, and tug it open.
His brows shoot up, and a smile slowly blooms on his face as he takes in your appearance.
Your hair is still near dripping, and you stand in bike shorts and a loose tshirt. The most casual heâs ever seen you. Which he loved the look on you more than he admits to himself.
âHi darling,â he smirks, a warm feeling settling over him as he keeps his eyes on you.
âHey, Harry.â You stand for a few moments longer, finally shuflling out of his way to let him through the door. He is adorning a white shirt and has the cutest little bandana around his neck.
âIâm sorry,â You laugh, gesturing him inside, âI was drastically overestimating how long it would take me to shower⊠hence why im in this state.â
He pulls a hand from behind his back, a cup being presented to you.
âDonât be silly, yânot in a state at all.â
âYouâre jokingââ You gently take the cup from his ringed hands, âHarry!â
âMâsorry, mâsorry. I saw a coffee van on the way and I couldnât help myself.â
âDid you get one for you?â
âNo, but I did have a little sip of yours.â He confesses with a quiet laugh. But he quickly busies himself with your room, padding around and peeking out the balcony window.
You take a sip, watching him examine your space. Grateful you cleaned it.
He asks you a few questions about random things in your room, and you settle yourself on the foot of your bed, cross-legged.
You didnât really think about the lack of seating in your one man room. But this hardly bothers Harry, since heâs scoped up the room service menu from wherever he found it, and sat next to you.
âAlright⊠what dâwe have.â He talks to himself, opening up the menu and scanning over the foods.
You discuss the options, settling on a pizza and pasta to share, because, well, youâre in Italy.
The night progresses easily as time always seems to do when youâre together, and you fake fight over the best kind of pasta sauce. But he lets you have to last slice of pizza so peace is made shortly after.
âShould we order a wine or something? Tâwash the pasta down.â He suggests as the sun begins setting.
âWhy not, I wonât say no to some wine.â
That gets ordered to your door, and you go from the foot of the bed to lazing at the head of it. Sipping on wine and recounting old stories, or discussing stupid topics.
âDo you think the chicken or the egg came first?â You swirl your glass around, eyes shifting to look at his side profile as he gazes at your roof.
His cute nose outlined by the warm light off the lamp, which you flicked on in the corner after it got dark.
He bursts out into a laugh, âwhat kind of question is that?â
âI feel like it indicates the sort of person someone is.â You shrug, smiling.
âWhat like it gives you an intel on my personality?â
âSomething like that.â You nod, âand decides if we have to stop being friends, if you answer the wrong one.â
He grins, âWell, maybe tell me which one to pick so we donât have to do that.â
âAwh, so you donât want to stop being friends?â You coo, still staring at him, watching as his eyes flick from the roof over to you.
âOf course not, who else am I meant to go on cafe dates with.â He laughs.
Youâre both teetering on the edge of being tipsy, and itâs evident in the way youâre both talking to one another. Borderline flirting, probably a more fitting way to describe it.
âTrue, because Iâd be very hard to replace.â You snort with sarcasm, taking the another sip of wine.
âYou would be! I love our little dates.â He smiles, the second time heâs dropped the word date in the last minute.
Youâve scooted closer to one another somehow. Shoulder to shoulder as you steal glances of his beautiful face. Maybe this was subconscious, or on purpose. But youâre drawn to him like a magnet.
âSo do IâŠâ You flush.
âIâm a little tipsy.â You clarify, breaking the searing eye contact and looking at the near-empty glass in your hand. A fourth refill would easily tip you over the edge.
He lets out a quiet laugh, âWine gone to yâhead too?â
âMhm, and I have a track record of poor decision making when I have too much of it.â You recall the plenty of times you did the stupidest shit just because you were wine drunk. Hoping that does not happen tonight.
âMight have to see it one day.â
âOne dayâŠâ you agree, but you realise that youâre not really in Italy for much longer. You have about a week and a half left now.
âI⊠Harry,â you turn your body to face him, and he sits up a little, noticing the almost serious tone to your voice.
âIâm leaving soon.â You blurt it out, because itâs the only topic of conversation youâve both been steering clear of. The thing neither of you want to address because eventually this wonât be easy to do. Who knows how many miles could get out between you.
And it almost hurts you to admit yourself because⊠where exactly does that leave you both?
Does your contact end when you leave Italy? Do you become people who occasionally text on a bi-monthly basis?
He draws a breath, âSo am I.â
You let out your own tortured sigh, turning to pop your glass on the beside table and then lean your head onto his shoulder.
Your heart jumps at the contact, and somewhere in your brain, sober Y/N lets out a gasp, because she would never have the balls to do that.
So the wine maybe was a great idea�
He wraps an arm around your back, âI go back to London after this.â
âSecond week of August as well?â You pray itâs not earlier than the start of the month, since tomorrow is literally the 1st.
âYea, the 13th.â He nods and itâs the only tiny shred of relief youâre getting from all this. That thereâs still time left.
âI fly out on the 12th.â You say quietly.
But thereâs a small silence that consumes you both for the first time since you met. Because youâre kind of exasperated for options right now. What do you say to someone who is going to inevitably slip from your grip.
You shake your head at nothing in particular, moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders, since words really werenât going to cut it.
Somewhere in his muddled brain he notes this is the second time youâve ever initiated a hug. And he leans into it, the arm he had around your back tugging you infinitely closer.
Your cheek is pressed to his neck, and you swear you feel his lips ghosting over the top of your head.
Slowly, you pull back. And he watches you with sharp green eyes. You hold that gaze, until heâs the one that breaks it. Stifling a groan with his hand, covering his face.
You look at him quizzically.
âI like this more than I probably should.â He gestures now between the two of you.
You chuckle, a tiny flutter in your stomach announcing itâs presence.
âSo weâre making the most of the time left in Italy, then?â You put forward, ready to nearly wipe your schedule clean for the man.
Which, who could blame you?
âWhat are yâdoing tomorrow?â
âNothing, if youâre the one asking.â You laugh, and he smiles wide at your comment.
âOh, is that so darling?â
You roll your eyes in attempt to be convincing, âof course, you always buy me tea soâŠâ
âWell, that decides weâre going to another cafe I suppose.â His hand reaches for his phone strewn on the quilt somewhere, pulling up google maps to find some nearby cafes.
You perch your head back onto his shoulder to watch him scroll through the options. He stumbles on a beautiful looking one, less than a 10 minute walk away. He looks to see if you approve.
He peers down to where you rest on his frame, smiling unwillingly at the sight of you. Your own eyes trailing up to meet his.
And he swears they linger on his lips. Just for a fraction of a second.
âMh, what dâya think.â He gets out, voice suddenly several octaves lower. Almost gravelly.
You almost audibly gulp at the sound of him. Hyperaware of his existence right now, you could nearly zone out thinking about the strength of his arm muscle thatâs right now pressed against you.
âYea⊠yea that looks amazing. And tomorrow, what time?â Your hands fiddle with themselves in your lap.
âHow about 1, since youâre probably gonna wanna sleep in a bit.â He suggests, free hand pushing his curls from his eyes.
The way he knows youâre probably going to want to sleep in. God.
âIâm down.â (Bad)
A smile erupts over your face, and you almost forget that the clock is still ticking. That you only have so long left here.
Which âalmost forgettingâ isnât enough to stifle the urge to use it as some kind of yolo shit. Because that is unbelievably strong. Like why not just invite him to stay the night?
Maybe another glass of wine and you can gaslight yourself into cuddling him and just falling asleep. He wouldnt leave unless he had to, so itâs an almost flawless plan.
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The plan infact, was flawless.
To say the least, he slept at yours. In your bed.
I mean you donât really remember it, since you talked into the early hours of the morning and drank some more alcohol to really top it all off.
You woke up under the covers, still clutching onto Harrys side.
He was already awake, scrolling on his phone, seemingly unbothered by the fact your head had taken residency on his chest.
You take the initiative to glance at the time in the upper-right corner of his phone, a little shocked when it reads 11:47am.
You do groan at the morning light streaming in the windows immediately after seeing the time though.
âGâmorning. Dâya have a headache?â He asks with what you can only assume is the end of his morning voice. Which although just a taste, is enough to send you spiralling.
Itâs also around now you realise heâs stripped down into boxersâ still clad in his white shirt. What the fuck!
You struggle to form a coherent response.
âMorning. A little.â Your voice comes out as a hum.
Somehow, considering youâre cuddling him right now and you literally just slept in the same bed all night, both of you outwardly are quite relaxed about it.
Nothing is awkward. It feels lovely.
âI want a croissant so bad.â You huff, sitting up, stomach growling like as if you hadnât eaten in a whole 24 hours.
âSo, youâre the kind of person thatâs hungry immediately after they wake up?â He laughs, hand coming to push the locks of your bed hair out of your face.
Outside of the sheer domesticity of that (which makes you literally have heart palpitations), your hair is a proper train wreck.
The humidity in Italy has made it horrific.
âI guess I am right now?â You reply to his previous ask, combing your fingers through the locks.
âJesus Christ.â You curse at its uncooperativeness.
âYâknow that episode of friends where Monica complains about how the humidity fucks her hair, she was so right.â
âI love friends.â He immediately gasps, nearly jolting upright in excitement.
You laugh at his enthusiastic reaction, noting that you have to somehow find time over the next week to watch an episode or two with him.
âAnd if itâs any consolation, I think your hair looks great.â
âYea well, itâs not like youâd really be able to relate to the frizzy hair. Since yours look so perfect all the time.â You joke.
This evokes a genuine flush on his face, âAlright, Y/N, calm it down.â
Heâs laughing but you swear he actually looks a little flustered. Without the wine as a confidence booster, he seemed like suddenly he didnât know how to take a compliment.
Unbelievable to you since he probably gets that many a day from strangers on the street.
âI, am going to get up and get ready then, so we can go out and eat.â You state, excited to be seemingly spending the majority of the day with him.
He holds back the urge to beg you to stay in bed with him, and says something nonchalant as if he doesnât mind you getting up. But when you pad off to the bathroom he stares at your now empty space. And immediately shivers at the lack of your body warmth, despite the already warm humid weather.
After a few trips in and out of the bathroom you come out looking beautiful. And he has to get himself up and ready to go in attempt to not overthink it.
You craved his closeness the whole time it took you to prepare for the day. Every few minutes youâd get this almost overpowering urge to just go out there and throw yourself back into his arms.
Itâs borderline pathetic. But now youâve had him in your bed, his strong arms coddled around you, itâs very hard to not to be just that. His physical presence is perfect and comforting. Youâre attached to that as much as any other aspect of him.
He puts on his pants, which were folded neatly on his own bedside table, plucking out the car keys in his pocket, âIm gonna nick down to my rental car, because I have an extra button up in there, so Iâll wear that out.â
He comes back and changes into said white button up, stripping his worn shirt off and leaving it somewhere.
Just like that, youâre ready to go, and you both decide to walk the short way there. It was too nice a morning to not.
The whole walk youâre chatting away as usual. But itâs paired with this newfound physical aspect. The way you so obviously want to be close it hurts.
Yet somehow you both act like itâs nothing. That the brushes of hands and shoulder as youâre in step beside each other is a simple coincidence.
And that when you get breakfast, the two croissants and shared cookie is just a friendly thing. In your head youâre even playing off the touching all throughout breakfast.
Which sounds dirtyâ but just the little conversational touches. Like a hand reaching out to touch a forearm in laughter, acting as if it adds something important to the moment being shared.
Or that somehow when you leave the cafe, with two takeaway cups of tea, the hands that end up interlinked softly between the two of you is justâŠ
Well⊠who even knows anymore?
Because youâre walking through italy beside Harryâ who is talking about his favourite kind of playground equipment, regardless of if heâs a near thirty year old manâ all while holding your hand.
And to take a moment, because itâs important, his hands are everything theyâre talked up to be. Littered with chunky rings and calloused fingertips from the years of guitar playing. Yet contrasted by his soft palms, which cups yours with this delicateness it almost brings a tear to your eye.
You also pray that your own hand isnât sweating profusely in his grasp, because you wouldnât put a clammy hand past yourself. The already humid weather paired with your anxiety surrounding this whole situation is quite literally the match made in hell.
Nothing about this can be passed off as casual to your brain anymore. Youâre literally about to implode.
But you strive to hide it. So you solider on.
âIâm a seesaw girl okay. Hear me outââ
âNo, I can totally see that!â He interjects, and you chuckle at his quick agreement to your statement.
âRight? They are so much fun. And even though I nearly took a tooth out playing on one when I was 7, I can still recognise they are superior.â
To that he laughs and bumps his shoulder into yours, âI mean I love that. Iâm probably a swing person, I feel like no matter the age I will always be down for it.â
You can agree that a swing is a solid second favourite for you. And as you talk about that point with him, you donât realise youâve walked the whole âscenicâ route back to your hotel until you turn the corner and the entrance is around the corner ahead. And the way you went usually takes an extra 20 minutes.
It went so fast.
âAre you gonna head off or⊠come back up with me?â You ask gingerly, the hand not interlaced with his fiddling with the fabric of your clothing.
âNot sick of mâyet?â
âNeverâŠâ You shake your head, smiling as he gleams at your answer.
âMâflattered. The feelings mutual love,â he chuckles, âHowever I do have to go remind my family Iâm alive. But itâll only take about a day until theyâre pleased for me to ditch them.â
Gently runs his thumb over your knuckles, whether it be subconsciously or not, âSo tomorrow night ill come back over to yours for dinner if you yâwant?â
You smile, a little sappy over the way heâs working a plan out like youâre both teenagers, âYea, thats perfect, and we can try something else off the menu.â
âMaybe, if you want,â he begins carefully, âafter that you can come over to where weâre staying. Meet my mum and sister. Theyâll love you.â
Now youâre nearly bursting at the seems, âOh, I would love that, H!â
âOkay, itâs a plan then.â He agrees, pulling his keys from his pocket.
You bid your farewells for the night, unlinking hands and being left with a tingling sensation in it, one that you wonder if heâs also getting.
You go to your hotel room and feel full with joy.
He is all too sweet for this world. And youâre a little obsessed.
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Although Italy being in Italy feels like being in a bubble, and like youâre so far away from the real world, it is unfortunately a purely mental one.
And thereâs one thing about a headspace like that, and itâs just how quickly it can be popped.
At midnight that night a notification pops up on your phone, one that when you open, you have to physically put your phone down.
harryflorals:
what do i even caption this post because is that who i think it is or am i officially delusional? âHARRY WITH A FAN FROM THE LAST SHOW, HOLDING HANDS IN ITALY!â correct me if Iâm wrong YALL idek anymore.
And this time, thereâs no grain saving your ass. Because this was taken on what, quality wise, looks like a digital camera.
Which has made it so painstakingly obvious that itâs you. And you donât even remember it being taken?
It was when you were walking back from the cafe, holding hands probably talking about fucking seesaws.
And everyone has caught on fast, because in the comments itâs an all out frenzy.
So, cats officially out of the bag.
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yâall can expect a part four considering i lowkey left this on a cliffhanger đ so its on its way my loves
update: next part, PART 4!
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Good Fences (Fluffuary #01)
Welcome to Fluffuary 2024! Check out the schedule here. This will be a multi-chapter story where the theme of each chapter is guided by the daily schedule. While they are meant to be read back-to-back, they can be read as one-shots, too. Thanks for being here! đ©·
They say that good fences make good neighbors, but when you share an apartment balcony with a handsome, kind, and single British SAS captain, you start to wonder if a fence is going to be enough to keep you away.
My blog is always restricted (MDNI) despite the fact that these works will contain very little smut.
FEB01: First Meeting
There was a strange man in your apartmentâs foyer. He was dressed in olive green cargo pants, laced black boots, and a bomber jacket. On his head, a black woolen beanie sat just over his ears. His face was covered in a well-groomed beard, and his entire body filled the room. This man was enormous. Too big, you thought, for a normal man to be. He seemed like one of those characters at a theme park, dressed in carved foam, every part of them comically disproportionate to the tiny children screaming around them for hugs and attention.Â
You watched as he tried to use the elevator, and you melted a bit. He must have just moved in. That damn deathtrap hadnât worked for the whole four years youâd lived here, and even if the doors did open, you could push every button that it had to offer and it still wouldnât carry you up even an inch. You noticed that his hands, also too large, tightened their grip on a rattling, overstuffed cardboard box, so you made a quick comment,
âAre you just moving in?â
He turned, noticing you for the first time, and he smiled. That made his enormity much more palatable.
âAye,â his British accent was distractingly strong, âIâm John.â
John shifted the weight of the box to his hip so he could shake your hand properly. He seemed like the kind of person who thought that a handshake in a first meeting was very important, so you stacked up your mail and keys into your left hand and offered him your right, letting his huge paw envelop your whole palm.Â
You told him your name, and you filled him in,
âElevatorâs been broken for years. Youâre not going anywhere in that thing, and to be honest, Iâd pay money not to.â
He chuckled, warm and deep, like a bass drum, and you enjoyed the way his eyes wrinkled as his smile reached them,Â
âAlright. Stairs it is.â
As you slogged your way upstairs, you chatted about all of the usual things. You discovered that he was in the British armed forces, and he was staying in Bethesda for an extended time, serving with some Americans. It was all very vague and cagey, but youâd been in the capitol and its surrounding towns for close to a decade now, so secretive answers were very much the norm.Â
You told him about your job as a student advocate. You worked from home most of the time, but you served students in tens of schools and districts around the region. He seemed to take quite a keen interest in your work, lauding you for your willingness to fight for student rights. You were such a lone wolf most of the time, it felt lovely for someone to finally take notice.Â
He kept following you, past floors three and four. By the time you reached your floor, the last one, you asked him,
âWhat apartment are you, if you donât mind me asking. Thereâs only two per level, so you mightâve walked past it.â
He sighed,
âIâm all the way up. Just my luck right? 501B.â
âIâm 501A,â you stopped walking as the landing leveled off, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at your door.Â
He grinned, a little rakishly you thought,Â
âI might be luckier than I thought.â
You let his words wash over you for a minute, his rapt attention on you making your breath catch, and then you offered,
âDo you need some help getting in? Lemme hold that for you.â
âAye, thanks.â
He popped open the door with a bit of a shove from his shoulder and trod inside. You followed him tentatively, not wanting to intrude on his space.
âI havenât had a neighbor in years. Not a permanent one anyway. They all claim this unit is haunted,â you laughed, setting his box down on the countertop.
âHaunted? Well, Iâve met a few ghosts in my time. Should be alright.â
His way of smoothing out all of his words, purring them from his chest, was lulling you into a false sense of safety. Here you were, in the depths of this giant manâs empty kitchen, and you had forgotten all of your decorum somewhere down the stairs.Â
You turned to leave and he caught you, snaring you with his voice,Â
âHey, it was nice to meet you.â
âLikewise. Iâll see you around,â you smiled politely, clutching your mail to your chest like a shield.
âYou will,â he said, watching your retreat with a cool fascination.
As you slinked back into your place, shutting and locking the door behind you, you hung on that promise like a hook, realizing that you were very much looking forward to having that immense, burly man next door.
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just finished listening to episode 34 of worlds beyond number, "something to remember you by," which is the end of arc 3 of the wizard, the witch, and the wild one, and i feel sick from how incredible it was. the physical reactions my body made to some of the words and music in this podcast really took me by surprise. i'm still reeling.
some thoughts:
i'm so happy that suvi is questioning the citadel, her reaction to silver's letter was inspired, and i LOVED her interactions with the quartermaster. she's so clever and intimidating (holy shit that was HOT), but i'm worried about what's happening to silver. i have an inkling that the witches may have already started making moves alongside the man in black, and i wonder how that will affect suvi going forward. and going to try and save silver before returning their "precious cargo" to the citadel... i hope suvi can keep questioning, and that whatever she faces, she doesn't let the justification machine run its course any longer.
eursulon meeting up with tefmet was really cool. i enjoyed the return of the strongest man in silbury immensely. it was extremely funny. and then, when eursulon asked to help and succeeded on his persuasion checks, it was solemnly touching. i love eursulon's power being in steadfast support and protection, and how to him, it's not about opposing the citadel in its entirety, it's about saving spirits, great and small, from those who would use them. and that's something he can do while still protecting his true friends.
ame let the chaos OUT this episode, and it was delightful and nerve wracking and thrilling to listen to. she's very bossy and it's so funny to hear how immediately eursulon goes along with it, despite not knowing what "it" is. growing up watching grandma wren, she seems to have gained a natural authority that makes people who love her listen to her when she asks them to perform innocuous menial tasks. but that's also interesting, because her chaos is focused, if imprecise. she knows what she needs to do and will do it, damn the consequences. as long as she can get away, who cares what she leaves in her wake? that's a problem for future ame.
they stole some brass knockers and a lion! they kidnapped nif to save her from being killed by indri! tof burned bright to free a vrock! suvi heads to war, eursulon and ame TO TOMA! (i almost cried when eursulon said those words and the music swelled. what the fuck, lou. what the FUCK taylor and jared. i'm not okay!!!)
and then of course, brockvale. holly hill. the resting place of sir curran of the hawthorn, who unknowingly sent eursulon on a quest that would lead him to our story. the man in black, the pilgrim under stars, the king of knight, the stranger, holds sir curran's shield. he comes to make an offer. will this poor old guard bid a weary traveler to step over this threshold?
this is why worlds beyond number feels so different to me from other dnd shows and podcasts. these artists have come together with the shared goal of not just playing a fun game that they all enjoy, but with the express aim of crafting a brilliant story. i love a goofy campaign full of shenanigans as much as the next person, but i adore how every choice in this show is given weight and meaning. there are no decisions made for laughs. it doesn't feel like playing a game. it feels like living in the story.
and there are also moments like the ending of this episode. a snapshot of elsewhere in the world, something the players don't know, but the audience gets to. it fills out the edges of the story and provides a richer tapestry of lore and reasoning behind the machinations of those who oppose our heroes. it gives life to the tale.
my heart is beating so fast. this show is incredible. thank you, @worldsbeyondpod , for the world you're creating.
#i don't feel ok#my body is trembling#and i am alight with wonder and fear and joy#if you want to hear maybe the best fantasy story i have ever had the pleasure of experiencing#listen to worlds beyond number#worlds beyond number#wbn pod#wbn: www#wbn#wbn spoilers#the wizard the witch and the wild one#wwwo#wwwo spoilers#suvirin kedberiket#suvi the wizard#the wizard sky#suvi wbn#eursulon toma#eursulon the wild one#eursulon wbn#ame of toma#ame witch of the world's heart#ame wbn#nif wbn#tof wbn#indri wbn#the stranger wbn#sir curran of the hawthorn#sir curran wbn
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Never Have I Ever⊠(Astarion x F! Reader) MDNI 18+
Synopsis: You accidentally befriended the Heroes of Baldurâs Gate at Elfsong a little less than a year after the Elderbrain attacked.
Six months later, on your birthday, you are playing a game of âNever Have I Everâ at Elfsong Tavern and a topic of conversation takes a very interesting turn⊠that leads directly into the bedroom with your roommate, Astarion.
CW: PIV, Oral, Smut, loss of virginity, other sex words I canât think of, brief mentions of past trauma
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The warm laughter that fills the air is infectious as you take another welcome sip of the red wine Astarion insisted you try. You are so horribly in love with the man that he could probably convince you to enjoy poison if he really tried.
As a new introduction to the friend group, you didnât expect to find a roommate a short 3 months after getting your job at Shadowheartâs Clinic. You had just moved to Baldurâs Gate- you apparently have horrible timing- but you were happy to help with healing the injured, checking in on the sick, and even helping people grieve their loved ones appropriately.
You werenât originally living with anyone. In fact, you had been staying at Elfsong for an extended period of time. Around month 3, you had been playing a late set (Being a cleric and Bard for Oghma is a big job) and you hadnât noticed the man following you back to your room. Thankfully, Astarion had promised to go see your set and had noticed the intruder after you had said good night.
It was safe to say you were shaken and Astarion immediately told you that you A. Did not have a choice and would be taking his second bedroom and B. Need to be significantly more aware. You agreed to both.
He tries desperately hard to return your rent money to you- insisting that he is more than well off enough. You just stare at him silently until he feels so uncomfortable he takes it. You refuse to live in his very nice townhome for free- especially since you know his backstory.
Astarion has his first place, all to himself, and he has allowed you to intrude upon that space because you very nearly died or worse one night. He swear it isnât an intrusion, but you always worry- itâs one of the few things you are very good at.
Paying rent also prevents you from becoming unrealistic in your expectations of your relationship with him.
It is just a friendship, roomie situation- nothing more, nothing less. You crave more, obviously, heâs everything youâve ever wanted out of a partner- even the grumbly, more closed off pieces. Youâve stayed up with him through his nightmares and youâve fallen asleep in each otherâs arms more than a few times, but that was just comfort for him.
Right?
âNever have I everâŠ,â Wyll trails off, obviously very drunk as he leans on his fiancĂ©e, Karlach, for support, âhad sex!â
The rest of the group groans about how unfair that is, but you arenât necessarily sure what to do.
Youâre a virgin and itâs something youâve kept pretty close to the chest up until this point. You might as well keep the party rolling.
You barely drink- just enough to pretend- and no one seems the wiser.
Oh, but you are just a silly little drunk fool because of course Astarion notices. You are practically all he seems to notice anymore- or at least thatâs what it feels like.
Everything about you pulls him in and he craves you.
Gods does he crave you.
He has to bite back the possessive growl that threatens to tear through his throat as he watches the alcohol not even touch your lips- the sleight of hand may have tricked their companions, but not him.
He adores you and at first it mortified him- now it just consumes him. Astarion loves spending every second he can with you- whether that be reading, cuddling, talking, etc. Maybe another activity could be added to the addendumâŠ
His fangs nip his bottom lip as he tries to snap himself back into reality and not be stuck in the idea of what you would sound like underneath him. Itâs especially hard to ignore the fact that he would be the only one who knows what pleasure looks like on your face and in your voice- how your body responds to being teased and worshipped.
âStar! Youâre bleeding!â
Shit. I must have bit my lip too hard.
You take your clean napkin and begin to dab away the blood on his lip. The moment your other hand touches his cheek to keep him steady- he feels like heâs melting.
âAll better,â you say with a beaming smile.
âThank you, Darling. I have no idea what I would do without you.â
âI donât know what heâd do without you,â Tav drunkenly chimes in, Gale facepalms at his wifeâs antics, âgosh darnât- stop spilling your own blood! Worst vampy ever!â
The collective HUSH around the table makes Astarion laugh and Tav looks at him sheepishly.
âSorry.â
âOh it is more than fine, my very drunk friend,â Astarion teases, âif anything, I think you need more wine.â
Gale groans, âplease donât encourage her.â
Astarionâs spirit became more and more restless the longer the night out continued. This wasnât his ideal plan for the night, but he had chickened out at the last minute.
He had initially wanted to take you out on a date- today is your birthday and you didnât want the whole group to know since you donât love the attention, but Astarion has taken advantage of the opportunity.
He had already given you the flowers he had âjust happenedâ to find earlier that day and you had been over the moon.
Astarion had also âpurchasedâ a gold bracelet for you- the delicate metal was simple with a single malachite heart charm on it. He learned very, very quickly that you believe in all that âcrystal nonsenseâ as Laeâzel puts it. Astarionâs heart glows a little bit when he catches it reflecting candle light off your wrist. You loved the bracelet equally as much and kissed him on the cheek.
While he isnât necessarily sure he believes in that crystal nonsense, Astarion does believe in you so the Rhodochrosite bracelet you had bought him shortly after you moved in is almost always on his wrist. You explained that it was meant to heal trauma- he later learned that it more specifically helped with sexual trauma. You never elaborated on it or pestered, but the gesture in itself made him feel accepted and safe.
The first night he opened up to you had also been the first time it hit him that he genuinely has feelings for you. Those feelings have grown naturally and Astarion rarely feels the need to put a mask up when heâs around you anymore. Astarion is as âmessyâ as he wants because youâd already seen through him and you have continued to hold space for him- grounding him in your atmosphere.
You want him too- of course. Whether you have realized that or not yet- Astarion isnât sure.
You occasionally let him feed from you (if you donât have to pull an all-nighter for a Tavern gig) and he can taste your desire in your blood. The shyness and lack of advances on your end make more sense now- you are entirely inexperienced.
Itâs absolutely delicious and now Astarion is really kicking himself for not asking if you could both skip meeting with your mutual companions to go out together.
Astarion wanted to ask to take you to dinner. He wasnât quite sure why that was his first thought considering he canât eat, but he figured he could drink wine while the two of you talked. His next plan of action was to offer his hand to you as you walked home together, maybe read together for a bit, and then he was hoping that you could be, well, intimate with each other. He genuinely wants to be with you that way and he hopes the feeling is mutual, but that you donât only see him as a sex object.
Astarion breathes a sigh of relief when the group finally decides to leave the tavern. It may not be the night he envisioned, but itâs quickly amended by the walk home. His idle fingers take up the space between yours and you donât fight the invasion- instead you smile coyly and a Rosie blush paints your cheeks. He wonders what it would feel like to have your hands entangled in his hair as he-
âAstarion?â
His train of thought is interrupted by his name leaving your lips- your brows furrowed in concern.
âAre you okay? Iâve been asking you if you want to continue to read that book together when we get home, but you seem kind of out of it.â
âOh!â he manages to choke out, âI- of course, Darling- I would love to continue our book. I apologize, I didnât realize how lost in thought I had become.â
You open the door of the apartment, a look of concern still adorning your face. You are so adorable and wonderful- he wants to kiss the worry off of your face.
You are discarding your shoes at the door while Astarion goes to locate the bottle of wine he had purchased earlier that day. Reading is fun and all, but Astarion has another idea.
Why not use a childish game to move your relationship forward? Itâs not like Astarion has ever claimed to be above that and he could easily pass the idea off as wanting to continue having fun.
âThatâs not a book,â you tease, eyeballing the bottle of wine suspiciously, âare you attempting to put me in a stupor and on my birthday nonetheless?â
âDarling,â he says with a gasp, his hand splayed across his chest, âhow dare you accuse me of such a thing? Iâm positively hurt.â
You merely roll your eyes at him, but happily accept the glass he pours you. As you go to sip- he puts his hand over the top of the glass.
âI was thinking we could continue that debaucherous little game we were all playing earlier,â Astarion says with feigned innocence, âwhat was it called again? Ever have I? Never have I?â
âNever have I ever?â
Astarion tries not to smile too widely at the way your eyes slightly widen at his words and his enthusiastic nod. He wonders if you realize youâve been caught.
âYes! Thank you, Darling- that would have driven me to the brink of insanity,â he says with a chuckle, âin the spirit of good fun, you may go first.â
You give him an unamused look before giving in.
âNever have I everâŠ.. been a VAMPIRE!â
âYou wretched little-!â
Astarion scowls, pretending to be irritated as he sips his wine. He narrows his eyes at you and feels his chest bloom with feelings of affection as the mischievous glint in your eye grows brighter.
âNever have I ever⊠lit a bookshelf on fire.â
Your cheeks burn brightly as you leer at him over the top of your glass. The questions continue to be absurd and personal- questions that the others wouldnât even begin to think about asking.
Never have I ever read this trashy novel, never have I ever been personally victimized by my roommate buying a âstay outâ sign, so on and so forth until Astarion finally feels comfortable enough to use the one ânever have I everâ that heâs been sitting on since you both arrived at home.
âNever have I ever lied about having sex.â
The look on your face is priceless. Astarion canât help but let the thrilled little giggle leave his lips as you stammer over your words.
âUh- I- hmmmmmmmmm,â you gulp the remaining morsels of wine, âhow did you⊠was it that obvious?â
Itâs moments like these where he forgets tact and says the first stupid thing that comes to his brain.
âNo, I just made a point of watching.â
Shit.
Your lips purse as a look of satisfaction crosses your face. You wiggle your eyebrows at him before pouring yourself a bit more wine.
âOh is that so?â you tease, âand why ever would you feel the need to do that?â
Cheeky pup.
âHmmmm,â he hums, sliding closer to you on the couch, âyou could say it may align with an interest of mine?â
The words you are about to say die on your tongue when his fingers begin to trail up under your dress- his eyes find yours in an attempt to ask a silent question.
Your eyes are blown wide with lust, need, and adoration. Your body naturally relaxes under his touch and he can already smell the scent of your budding arousal.
âWh- what kind of interest?â You whisper, looking at him earnestly.
âWell,â Astarion moves until heâs hovering over you on the couch, he begins leaving a trail of sweet kisses along your jaw, âa tactful, brilliant individual such as myself needed to know for research as you are a subject I have yet to study.â
âAnd if you were?â you stammer, âgiven the opportunity, I mean?â
Astarionâs route along your jaw stops abruptly as he looks at you- the nervousness in your voice causing him to doubt his assessment of the situation. Heâs surprised to see a hopefulness in your gaze- maybe you do just want sex? Maybe thatâs all you want from this at all?
Astarion tries to suppress the disappointment that threatens to pull angry words out of his mouth. If this is what he is to you then he supposes he can live with that.
âNaturally weâd be having sex already, my Dear.â
You are searching his face and your lips are pursed in a thin line.
âI havenât been⊠intimate with anyone because I want it to be with someone I really care about,â you say softly, âand I really care about you, Astarion. Thatâs why I want to make sure that this is what you want- that you care about me in this way too.â
Astarion isnât really sure what to do with that information. Heâs sure the blank stare on his face isnât helping the situation or your nervousness.
A choked sob gets stuck in his throat- you care for him and you are willing to have sex with him because you care for him. Itâs not just because you think heâs âprettyâ or fell for all his honeyed words.
âThis is what I want, Darling,â he returns your words with equal softness, âI want to be with you in every intimate way imaginable.â
A shock overwhelms his body when you sit up and hesitantly press your lips to his, but he rebounds even faster the moment you start to pull away.
Your lips are soft and warm against his. They are even more wonderful than he could ever imagine. Astarion grinds himself into you- noting how perfectly you fit together with him between your legs. The shakey moan and clash of teeth causes him to smile.
Instead of taking control of the situation, he allows you to guide him. Your inexperienced mouth is clumsy with itâs affections as you learn how to intertwine yourself with him.
The touch and act is affectionate and unhurried, curious and innocent. Astarion feels like a giddy virgin himself as he begins to explore the skin hiding underneath your flimsy dress.
Your arousal is already coating the inside of your thighs, your underwear soaked through, and Astarion nearly loses his composure entirely. He wants to let you take this at your pace, but Gods above that is not going to be an easy feat.
His curious hands find purchase on your hips and at the hem of your underwear- his thumbs dipping underneath the fabric to tease you ever so slightly.
It feels like electricity courses through both of you with each moment of skin contact. Youâve laid next to each other, youâve fallen asleep in each otherâs arms, and overall, youâve developed a friendship with each other.
You feel made for him and he feels made for you.
You have never felt more confident in a decision in your entire life. Your body sparks to life under his touch and you try to push aside the embarrassment you feel with every whimper and moan that leaves your lips.
You want- no need- more. You want to know him and you want him to know you.
You boldly allow your hands to meet his and you begin to discard your already soaked underclothes- Astarion growls against your neck at the action. His hands grab yours- pinning them above your head and you whine in protest.
âSomeoneâs eager,â he teases, âare you tired of feeling empty, Little Love? Would you like me to ruin you for anyone else?â
You clench around nothing and shake your head âyes desperately in response. Astarion clicks his tongue and smiles devilishly.
âThatâs not an answer, Darling.â
âPlease.â
He lifts an eyebrow expectantly and you huff in frustration- looking away from him. One of his hands guides your eyes back to his and his thumb gently glides along your lower lip, coaxing a needy whimper from you.
You feel so embarrassed- trying to express what you need, but maybe he finds it enduring? Or at least you hope he does.
âWill you please make love to me, Astarion?â
Astarionâs face looks like the definition of happiness as he smiles down upon you- for a creature of the night, he sure is capable of beaming like the sun.
The offending article of clothing is removed and tossed somewhere across the living room as Astarion settles his face in between your legs.
âWell since you asked so nicely,â he says teasingly while nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
He takes his sweet time kissing and cleaning up the nectar that coats your legs, your growing need making you more and more impatient as you writhe under his touch. Astarion makes a point of avoiding your wanting heat- tears pricking your eyes as you become more and more overstimulated.
âYou are so, so beautiful,â he breathes against your skin, âso beautiful and good.â
âAstarion, please.â
The desperation in your voice pulls a hum of pleasure from Astarion as he presses one more kiss on the inside of your thigh. You open your mouth to beg again- to ask for literally any contact- when you feel his cold tongue lick all the way up your folds, circling your sensitive clit, before latching his lips to the bundle of nerves.
You keen- loudly- at the sudden attention on your clit and Astarion has seemed to quickly find that perfect spot- teasing it with his tongue as your back arches and your hips press into his face.
Astarionâs fingers push your hips down, locking you in place against the couch, and you feel another shudder of arousal go through you when you think about the bruises that are bound to be on your hips in the morning.
Astarionâs expert tongue circles and teases at your clit- occasionally taking a detour to taste you, lapping up every part of your essence.
He feels like heâs starving as he devours you with his tongue- if he could have it his way, he would never stop.
You are so wet for him that the couch underneath you is soaked and your dress surely isnât much better off. Your moans and whimpers cause his cock to strain painfully against the front of his pants.
He decides to kiss back up your body, ripping open the lacy fabric of your dress. The Gods must be real because itâs a damn miracle that you arenât wearing a bra.
Thankfully you donât seem to be too worried about the state of your dress.
Astarion greedily sucks one of your nipples between his teeth while the other is rolled between his thumb and index finger.
He wants to consume you and you want to be consumed.
Your fingers find purchase in his hair and you have his mouth on yours within seconds. His other hand returns to your now neglected breast. You cry out against his mouth with each pinch of his fingers and your pleasure has begun to soak through the front of his own pants. Heâs certain heâs created his own mess anyway.
Admittedly, heâs been thinking about playing with your breasts all week. You loudly complained about how sore they felt since your moon blood was coming next week. Astarion has been thinking about every delicious way to massage the soreness away since.
His hips grind into your exposed cunt- snaking one of his hands inbetween the two of you, he begrudgingly replaces the pressure of his clothed cock by sliding a finger inside of you.
He adores how your back arches underneath him and the way his name falls off your lips like a prayer. Your heels are digging into his back and your head is thrown back as you keen with each movement of his finger. Astarion curls his fingers upward and focuses on the perfect spot- your toes curl with the sensation and your moans become higher in pitch.
The second one meets some resistance and heâs almost positive a third finger is going to be needed before you are ready, but you clench around his hips, grabbing his attention.
âAstarion- I need you inside me please,â you beg him.
Whatever resolve he had to make sure you were 100 percent ready has broken with that simple sentence. Heâs pulling you up off the couch and into his arms- practically racing to throw you on the bed in his room.
To be entirely honest- Astarion canât even remember if he was actually wearing any clothes considering how quickly he pulls them off.
Astarion has you laid across his bed- ready and wanting for him. You are positively exquisite.
Your shy eyes and body try to hide from him- your arms coming to cover your breasts and your eyes looking away from him. You are suddenly very aware of the lack of clothing and Astarion- well- he looks like an angel.
You drink in his silhouette while avoiding his eyes and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the sight of his cock- hard and dripping with precum because of you. You. The silly, awkward virgin that has never been in a relationship before.
Eager hands are entangling themselves with yours and Astarionâs suddenly on top of you again with your arms pinned away from your face.
âLook at me.â
The command sends a wave of desire through you- Astarionâs voice is thick with arousal and you forget to breathe when you finally look at him.
Astarion has been all sharp edges and mischief since youâve met him, but right now?
His eyes are soft and inviting- akin to warm crimson bed sheets rather than blood weeping from a cut. Astarionâs lips are slightly parted as he tries to commit your face to memory. His usually perfect hair is mussed up from all the attention youâve given it.
âI am certain the Gods have sent you to destroy me,â he murmurs in awe before pressing a kiss to your forehead, âtell me if I need to be more gentle, my Love.â
Astarion lines himself up with your entrance and you wrap your legs around his waist. He gently pushes himself inside of you, giving a little bit more every time until his hips are flush against yours. The further he goes, the more his train of thought disappears.
You feel wonderful and the whimpers that leave your mouth with every inch more he gives you makes him moan loudly into the crook of your neck. He kisses up and along your jaw, praising you for taking him so well.
You have never felt more full in your entire life- it feels⊠right. Like your body has been made to fit with Astarionâs. The light rocking movement of his hips works to ease the initial discomfort of adjusting to his size, but you already feel like you need more. You want to be lost in this moment with him- you want to know and feel everything.
Itâs as if he reads your mind as he pace begins to pick up, his thrusts begin to get longer and more drawn out. The tears that were initially pricking your eyes have disappeared entirely in favor of desperate, borderline embarrassing, wanting moans.
âYou feel so incredible, Darling,â Astarion whines as thrusts into you, âyou are being so good for me.â
His eyes meet yours and he slows his motions ever so slightly- your body protests at the loss of friction, but Astarionâs lips gently coaxing gasps from yours distracts your body from the lack of motion.
The world surrounding you feels absolutely nonexistent as Astarion kisses you deeply. One of his hands finds purchase in your hair and deepens the kiss even more. You feel as if you could float away from the onslaught of affection as you return his affections with equal fervor.
Astarion pulls himself almost entirely out of you before snapping his hips- rutting himself back into you. Your lips leave his, favoring a shape fit for a breathy cry of pleasure.
He finds your eyes again in the haze of his own euphoria. This is a dream to him- a wonderful, beautiful dream.
âI adore you,â you whisper against his lips.
Astarion smiles giddily.
âAnd I, you.â
Astarion loses his composure as he picks up his pace again- you clench around him, your already tight heat engulfing him even more with each movement of his hips. Your orgasm runs through you- your legs are shaking around him as your grip around his hips begins to give.
Astarion supports the lower half of your body, groping your ass as he chases his own little death.
âI need you to cum inside me, Astarion,â you say wistfully, âcum for me please.â
Thatâs all it takes to drive him over the edge entirely- no longer able to hold on anymore as his seed pours inside of you. Astarion buries his face in the crook of your neck as he letâs the feeling of pleasure wash over him.
You smell of sex and your favorite soap, which has coincidentally become his favorite soap, and he sighs happily when you start lazily tracing circles along his shoulders. Youâve done this for him before, in a more clothed setting, but itâs a thousand times better when heâs able to feel all of you against him.
Astarion canât remember the last time he had sex with someone and felt like he was comfortable in their arms. Honestly, heâs more than comfortable with you and yes, that does terrify him.
He just had the best sexual experience of his life and yet he is still terrified because he doesnât want you to leave or decide this is all heâs good for.
âStarry?â
He hums in response.
âAre you okay?â you ask in a whisper, âyou got really tense just now.â
Astarion is quick to look at you when you ask that question. Your eyes are curious and your brow is furrowed. He really canât hide anything from you. Astarion rolls over onto his back- not wanting you to see how scared and already heartbroken he is. He honestly isnât sure what he would do if he stopped meaning anything to you- anything of value anyway.
âI⊠I donât wantâŠ,â he struggles to get the words out, âI- this has been probably the single best sexual escapade that I have ever had, my Love. My only hope is that⊠you donât only see me for, well, sex after tonight.â
Heâs surprised when you crawl over to him, straddle him, and then put his face between your hands. The serious look in your eyes worries him- did he upset you? Offend you? Are you going to-
âI want you to throw that thought away right now and if you canât- then I will assure you everyday before it goes away,â you say firmly, âIâve fallen for you- all of you- over these several months. I think you are the smartest, most interesting, and funniest man I have ever met. I look forward to coming home to you and I hate leaving in the mornings.
âI⊠you are all I have ever wanted out of a partner or even just a person, Astarion. I choose you- I choose you everyday- in whatever way youâll have me.â
All Astarion does is cry in response. He doesnât mean to and of course he wishes he would stop.
Iâve known you for 200 years. Havenât I suffered enough?
I choose you- I choose you everyday.
You hold him while he cries and Astarion lets himself soak up the feeling of safety- truly believing it this time. You want him for him and you will never know how much that means, but Astarion always will.
When heâs done crying, he kisses you gently sitting you both up against the headboard with you still on his lap. Astarion runs circles into your thighs as you lay your head on his chest and his head rests against yours. You remain there together for a while before you finally break the silence.
âDo you want to talk about it Star?â
Astarion thinks for a moment.
âI- no,â he says hesitantly, ânot right now- I just want to enjoy this moment with you, my Dear.â
You hum in response and then look around the room. Your eyes spot something that causes you to sport the cheekiest grin Astarion has ever seen.
âYou didnât finish your wine.â
He looks over and then back to you with an eyebrow raised.
âI suppose I did not. Why-â
âNever have I ever had sex with someone on their birthday.â
A pregnant pause envelopes the space between you- Astarion blinks at you a few times in astonishment and then reaches for the wine glass- a loving smile on his face.
Heâs grateful- you never push him and you donât force him to continue talking about difficult subjects once heâs calmed down. Perhaps heâs even more grateful that he may be able to spend a lifetime with you, if he plays his cards right. Gods, he hopes he plays his cards right. Astarion is not much of a planner after all.
âYouâre lucky I adore you.â
âI know.â
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Hi !
This might be specific but would you consider writing like Batfam x Polish reader? In a platonic ship way?
Basically tomorrow (Feb 8th) is Fat Thursday, its a huge polish holiday where you eat traditional polish donuts they're usually stuffed with either rose jam, caramel or custard!
Could you write their reactions to reader coning over, and giving them some traditional polish donuts? And maybe what their favourite filling is pls?
I don't mind if it's late, I realise it's short notice :)
Hello! Thanks so much for trusting me to write this for you! I'm sorry it's a little short but i really wanted to get this out for you in time. I had to do a little research but it has been so interesting to learn about! I hope I have done you and your culture justice :)
†BATFAM MASTERLIST â€
"What are you doing?" Damian strolled into the kitchen, head held high as he peered around the room. He had smelt whatever you had been cooking from the other side of the house and it had made is mouth water so he decided to check it out.
There were various kitchen tools scattered around the room alongside trays of doughnuts set out in little rows. The room was warm and smelt like a fresh bakery.
"Baking pÄ
czki." You answered, setting aside another tray on the side.
Damian walked around the room with his arms behind his back as he eyed up the sweet treats wanting to just reach out and snatch one. You caught his glance and smiled, turning to hand him one off of the plates.
"Here, try one. It's good luck."
He reached out eagerly to take a bite of the pastry. The flavours melted over his tongue and he took another bite straight away.
"Mmm. This is so good. What is in this."
You beamed. "That's rose jam. But I have other flavours too."
Moving around the table as you began to clean away the last of the mess. "Rose jam is traditional, but I have also made caramel, custard and chocolate."
Damian's eyes widened a fraction at the mention of the delicacies. He licked the powered from his top lip.
"Please," You gestured to them, "Try another. I made them to share."
He reached for another, selecting one you had filled with a chocolate ganache and after taking a bite, he sighed in content.
"You know," he said through a mouthful of food, "You should make these more often."
"What's going on?" Dick made his way into the kitchen.
"Oh Grayson! You have to try these." Damian exclaimed to his brother "They're amazing."
"They're different flavours." You told him, explaining to him which tray belonged to which. Damian was already sneaking for another. "Incase you wanted to try something different."
The eldest Wayne delved into a custard filled pastry. He had the same content look on his face as Damian did.
"Oh...these are good. Really good. What are they for?"
"Tlusty Czwartek. Or Fat Thursday. It's a Polish tradition. We share sweet treats that we give up during lent."
"Huh, that's cool. I never knew. Tell me more about it?" Dick asked keen to find out more about your tradition.
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Balancing the tray on one had was a lot harder than you thought it would be as you made your way down the hall to knock on Jason's door. When he heard the knock, he answered contently and invited you in. He was sprawled out across his bed but moved to sit when you walked in.
"Hey Y/N. You okay?"
You nodded, offering him the plate of doughnuts. You has selected a couple of each for him to try. "I brought you something to try. "pÄ
czki- doughnuts."
"These look amazing, thank you."
"Anytime. I'm glad to share these with you."
Jason opted to for a caramel filled one, though also seemed very keen to try the rose jam as it was something he had never tried before. Like Damian, Jason also made you promise to make these again and was keen to help finish any leftovers off.
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Tim practically melted into his seat the second the pastry filled his tongue. You had found him in the library indulging in some last minute homework. Like all of the others he was super keen to try them. First he tried the tradition flavour, intrigued as he too had never tried it before. A second followed quick after that, along with questions about how you made them.
Tim had a keen eye for cooking and he was interested to find that you had made them yourself. After explaining it to him, he was keen to help you next time the event rolled around. Well it was that and he wanted an excuse to be cooking in the kitchen. It was a rare occurrence for Alfred to allow one of the boys to be allowed to cook.
Speaking of which, he and Bruce would be in awe of your cooking. Alfred would ask you for a recipe and after claiming that he wouldn't have anymore, you would occasionally catch Bruce sneaking one.
It was safe to say that they all loved you giving them doughnuts and couldn't wait until the event rolled around again so they could engulf on them again.
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