#fluff makes for great kindling

[108garys]

Little Hope: Change of plans

so here's a quick little Vince/Tanya oneshot

@kassiekolchek22 @abigails-batpack @badideaart @delurkr the American spelling "mom" is as far as I'm willing to go for authenticity lol(copious handholding and sad Clarke hours)

Tanya sat in the passenger seat of Vince’s car still in her work clothes under her coat. The car sat at an intersection as Vince tapped along to the radio; drumming his fingers against the steering wheel waiting for the light.

On one hand home and family; Dad would be drinking and Mom giving him hell for it, Dennis would be Dennis… She looked out the window and smirked, snowfall lit by headlights seeming reminiscent of sparks fleeing a great inferno, smoky fog swirled around the dull yellow streetlamp overhead. Warmth. That’s what she missed. Megan would be in trouble and it’d be everyone’s problem by the time she arrived… It was getting old.

The other way? Freedom, if only for a few hours. “What’s on your mind?” Vince asked taking her hand, she turns to him smiling, she was tired. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Out?” He turns down the radio, “Out of the snow? Out of… Town?” It was tempting, she’d be lying if she said she never thought about it, leaving Little Hope behind was on her mind near constantly as of late, but… “I’d settle for a movie.” He smiled back at her. The light turned green.

--

All the good films were either half way through or a few hours off from their next screening, so they went for coffee instead. Waiting for their order, a firetruck sped past the window, “I hope it’s not serious,” Tanya could name a few places in Little Hope that she wouldn’t mind being reduced to ashes, so long as long as nobody got hurt of course. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Vince reassured her as the waitress sat down their coffee and went about her business, it was awful but she’d endure it to be out with Vince just a little bit longer.

“You’re sweet enough,” Vince laughed watching her upend a handful of sugar sachets in an attempt to improve her beverage, “Am I?” Tanya playfully flicked one of the balled up packets, it bounced off his shoulder before disappearing on to the floor. She grinned triumphantly as he returned fire.

Police? Going the same way…

“What the hell is going on?” She thought aloud, no ambulances yet, that was a good sign… Wasn’t it? “Hey, Vince grabbed her hand, she tore her eyes from the window, “So what’s on your mind, really?”

“Oh just my ‘charming’ family.” She drank with her free hand, “They’re not so bad,” he leaned forwards in his seat, “I had a chat with Anthony the other day, he’s a good kid.” He is, he always seemed so lonely and Tanya knew she could stand to tell Anthony that she appreciates him more. “…And I’ve been meaning to catch one of Dennis’s shows,” Vince continued, “But I’m not sure he’s the biggest fan of me.” That was putting it mildly, she thought. “I wouldn’t take it personally, he’s just like that.” He drummed his fingers against his cup, “He’ll come around, I’ll make sure of it, so you want to come with?”

“Sure, Why not,” she smiled brushing her red hair out of her eyes, she thought about the way Dennis’s face lit up the first time she went to see him play, they never spoke about it… “I think he’d appreciate that.”

--

Finishing up, time was getting away from them; it was a work night after all. Making their way back to the car the moon caught her eye, “It’s beautiful tonight, “ she felt Vince’s arm wrap around her middle, “She sure is.” She leaned into him, she couldn’t help the way his voice made her heart skip a beat, “Not without the sun’s light to brighten her face.” She let herself be drawn closer to him, the cold air stung her face but they both knew that wasn’t the reasons for her rosy cheeks. His other hand tilted her chin, her face washed in the pale moonlight, “You should give yourself a little more credit,” she smiled as he leaned in to kiss her, pulling away from him. Eyes bright with returned affection. “Maybe we should get out of this cold.” He let her go, making his way to the driver’s side.

--

It took a minute for the car to heat up and soon only a few more to be home, ending this moment between them. The moon hid behind dark clouds. Vince spoke as he kept his eyes on the road, “I’m picking up an extra shift at the factory,” she thought of her father, he was always going on about how dire things were with work when he thought they couldn’t hear. “Is it really as bad as all that?” His face was lined with concern, his eyes filled with uncertainty and his voice confident. “We’ll make it work.”

‘We’ll make it work’ she mulled over his response, it was all the confirmation she needed really. They were quiet as the thick clouds all but blot out the sky, it wasn’t snowing anymore. She wanted to flee with him, work be damned, to find some place where they could ‘make it work’ but she knew for all her frustration she did love her family; times were hard for all of them and it was easy to forget that.

Tanya didn’t know how to bridge the divide that had formed in their house, she could start by telling Anthony that she appreciates him, ask Dennis about his music… Maybe see if Megan wanted to go to the park after school? She felt exhausted from her day and the weight of the week ahead of her. Maybe tomorrow-

Her eyes snapped to attention as Vince suddenly hit the brakes, she didn’t need to ask why. Red and blue lights flash across the snow barely perceptible against the blinding light as desperate men battle the flames that engulf her home. Her shaking hands struggle with her seat belt as she frantically exits the car, Vince is somewhere behind her as she runs; searching for the faces of her family. A man, she doesn’t care who, stops her. “Miss Clarke, I’m sorry, there’s nothing that could be done.” Her heart is pounding in her ears, she knew the house was lost why was he telling her that? She pushed past him, they had to be here. She doesn’t register the looks of pity in her neighbours’ eyes as she looked for them. An open door burned brightly before her, as if answering an inaudible call she stepped towards it; she needed to tell them-

Vince threw both his arms around her, turning into lead. She fell to her knees, hot tears seared her face; he shielded her in his embrace as he whispered to her.

She couldn’t recall being led away, nor neighbours offering her a place to stay, she just held onto Vince, her mind turning over. Did I say goodbye when I left for work? She tried and tried to remember, to prove that she hadn’t left in anger or… But all that came was her and Vince sitting at an intersection, if she had just gone straight home…

The reports said the fire was caused by a child’s toy left too close to the stove, Mom had been trapped in the bathroom; Tanya knew the doors stuck. The ceiling had collapsed, the coroner lied that her father’s death had been quick… The less she thought of what happened to Dennis… Anthony, he was with Megan, He was always a good kid…

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Tanya stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the surface of her clothes. She had seen the sleek black dress in town a few times but it wasn’t in her budget. She hadn’t anywhere to wear it… In another life she would have been overjoyed to own it, her eyes were dull; she couldn’t remember the first funeral she went to…

Vince’s stuff was packed up in boxes, everything she owned was new. Numbly she thought, she was cursed with everything she wanted, no matter how small or petty and it had cost her everything she should have held dear.

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3

[reidssluttywaist]

A travel essential

In which reader buys Spencer a Kindle.

notes: hi! this is my first time writing something for spencer and also my first time posting here. this is just a little blurb, i thought a couple of days ago, and decided to make something off of it.

fem!reader, fluff

Spencer Reid was not a fan of modern gadgets. He cherished the feel of paper between his fingers, especially when it came to his beloved books.

Y/n approached Spencer with a carefully wrapped package. "Spencer, I got you something," she said with a smile.

Spencer eyed the package suspiciously. "What is it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Listen, you probably aren't gonna like it at first, but open it with an open mind, ok?" You replied, excitement barely contained.

Reluctantly, Spencer tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a sleek Kindle nestled inside. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's this for?" he asked, clearly puzzled.

"It's a Kindle," explained, her enthusiasm evident. "I thought it might make your life easier. You can carry all your books with you without the weight, and I know you don't like technology, but this is a pretty fun thing to have when you're away on cases."

Spencer's expression softened as he examined the device in his hands. "But I like reading physical books," he protested.

"I know," Reader said gently, "but just try it! I know Hotch says you can only bring like two or three books but this isn't even two hours worth of reading for you, right?! So I just thought I'd buy you this so you can have access to however many books you want while on the plane back home or when you can't sleep in the hotel beds."

Spencer hesitated, torn between his love for tradition and the practicality of Y/N's suggestion. Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Y/N had a big smile on her face, delighted that Spencer had agreed to at least give the Kindle a chance. "Great! Let me show you how to use it if you want."

She logged on to his Kindle and explained KU to him, he was reluctant but amazed about the varieties of books he could easily access.

Spencer still carries at least two hard copies of books with him every time he's away, but he also carries his Kindle in a Halloween-themed case you bought him.

[byhees]

a 2000s classical romance.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1200 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read mention of food — more

a/n. blank

rose | heeseung

heeseung loved going on picnics in general; it was comforting to bask in the refreshing breeze, to be interlocking hands under the streams of light.

an absolute staple piece of picnics would have to be a gingham cloth— heeseung personally liked the classic red-white checkered one.

cloth spread over the grass, a little picnic basket, and a homemade set of sandwiches, packed with all your favourite ingredients.

to gaze at the clouds above, though half-squinting from the flaming tendrils of sunlight, and to identify strange shapes together.

“i see a tortoise wearing a sun hat.. over there. that’s the shell, that’s the hat, and those are the legs.”

taking pictures with a small film camera.

passionately posing for the photo— bunny ears, a cheek poke, impromptu glasses; he’s got everything!

interlocking hands whilst watching the others fly their kites against the wind, the mirage of colours painting the blank canvas of sky.

carnation | jongseong

it was routinely to go camping at least thrice a month— not the extravagant kind, just a simple set-up consisting of a cheap tent and two retractable chairs.

jay would always bring along his guitar, the one he treasured dearly; he continued to pick up the instrument after hearing of your love for music.

setting up a small campfire, one sufficient enough to roast marshmallows under the starry night, and sitting cozily beside the warmth.

the strumming of the guitar by the campfire, paired with the softened crackling of the burning kindling was an absolute masterpiece in itself.

eyes filled with admiration and love, watching jay tune the guitar.

locked gazes filled with tenderness, a knowing smile creeping onto your lips as a familiar melody is elicited.

softly singing the lyrics of the song— specifically the song that jay had composed for you as an anniversary gift.

making s’mores and playfully making it into a competition of ‘the s’more showdown’.

kissing under the stars.

kisses that travel from the other’s forehead to their cheeks to their lips.

listening attentively as the other rants about life— about the recent happenings, about their joys, about their worries.

laying on the makeshift sleeping bag, a thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching as jay quietly mumbles an, “i love you.”

tulips | jaeyun

perhaps jake was the clumsiest romantic that you’ve ever met— yet you couldn’t help but to grin in adoration from his acts.

for instance, after an exhausting week, you’d intend to confide in jake through text, only to find him standing outside the apartment block in the middle of the night, enthusiastically waving his hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other.

and you’d even catch him fumble at times, unsure of how to express his love for you— he would almost drop the flowers…

occasional head pats because he loves to take advantage of his height.

absolutely loves giving you piggyback rides ! it’d present a great opportunity to have a light-hearted conversation with you, often times about silly topics.

kissing him goodbye after he drops you off at your house.

a gentle hug, his hands resting at your waist, a kiss planted on your forehead.

“ you're warm, i don't want to let you go.”

gardenia | sunghoon

going on walks together because sunghoon adores your love for nature and the likes.

walking along the pathway, viewing the breathtaking scenery of cherry blossoms, flourishing during the peak seasons.

him lovingly picking off a small blossom that lands on your hair, and feeling a tingly sensation spread throughout his body when he sees you grin at the simple gesture, petals gently falling down from neighbouring trees.

sunghoon having to bend down for you to brush away a stray strand of hair, hands cupping his face to peck his lips.

“why’re you staring at me?”

“i’m not staring at you, i’m simply just hypnotised by your beauty.”

“OMHDGDGS SHUSH—“

him having a habit of tracing the message “i love you” on your bare skin with his finger when he believes you’re asleep.

silly slow dancing in the living room with pyjamas still on, a youtube video titled ‘romantic music’ playing on the speakers.

daffodil | seonwoo

being fully aware of your packed schedule, sunoo would always offer you his shoulder to lean on, especially when he sees you visibly expressing your exhaustion.

would unclasp and untie any hair ties, accessories or clips on your hair when you’ve fallen asleep— last thing he’d want is for you to feel uncomfortable, and to wake up with an agonising headache.

draping his outerwear— a hoodie, a jacket, or even the cardigan that you made for him— over your shoulders, just to giggle at how the cloth engulfed your build.

“stop laughing at me.”

“i’m sorry, love. you’re so endearing.”

occasionally stays up with you when you’re doing work because he likes making you a warm drink.

shy kisses where sunoo would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears reddening.

him resting his chin on your head as you both engulf the other in a hug.

peony | jungwon

having little moments where you two just find comfort in each other’s presence.

standing side by side in the bathroom, a smidgin of toothpaste foam lining your lips, giggles being suppressed.

smiling against a kiss, but it ends up in you two pulling away because neither of you can stop grinning.

jungwon knowing your tickle spots and randomly tickling you, causing you to burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter; he only fondly looks at you, grinning at how adorable your hysterical laughs sound to him.

leaving quick kisses on his cheek before parting ways, but he pulls your hand to hold you closer to his embrace, preventing you from escaping.

him making it a point to always pinky promise to everything, because it would be easier to intertwine fingers that way.

“i love us.”

lily | riki

him staying up past his usual bedtime to keep you company, and he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting for you to finish whatever work you have left.

but he’s absolutely drained and is gradually nodding off, leading to you tucking him into bed, all exhaustion and stress disappearing as you do so, a small smile magically appearing.

him always being there when you experiment with new things.

slowly guiding you on how to do new activities, and he just can’t stop smiling when in your presence.

“how are you smiling so hard right now? i’ve almost just lost your streak.”

“i don’t know, i just find myself a little bit more happy when i’m with you.”

would voluntarily tie your shoelaces when he notices them flying around.

makes you cute care baskets when you’re sick— snacks, chocolates, teddy bears, flowers? he’s got them all!

taglist open! @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @syrxiee2 @g4m3girl @minhosify networks! @kflixnet

[amethystpath-writes]

Could you please write something like Hero let Villain rest at Hero’s house after Villain was beaten up and half dead injured, but Villain sneaked out Hero’s house as soon as they regained consciousness and when they were still burning up because they thought they were such a burden, now Hero had to find Villain in the rain and persuade them they were not a burden at all

Golden Boy

(A/N) This sat in my inbox for a MINUTE. I got a little behind 🤏 but I’m here! I made it. I did it. I got…*drumroll* a Kindle Scribe! Best device I have ever owned and I have written, not one, but TWO stories in just one day. This is just one of them. Thank you all for your continued support. Here’s some well-earned fluff (enjoy it while it lasts- you know me).

<3

******

“Villain, are you insane? You’ll freeze out here in the rain!”

Sure, Villain heard the hero- loud and clear, actually- but she had to keep walking. Her leg stung badly, and Villain wasn’t sure she would make it, but she was alive. She could push through. All she had to do was-

“-Villain!”

Her breath caught in her throat and she choked back a cry as she collapsed. Her leg. God, how it hurt.

Rain poured down on Villain, pelting her face and loosening her bandages, though clinging against her skin all the same. The pain of everything should have made her sick, but all she could focus on was Hero’s footsteps growing faster. She wasn’t his problem, so why was he running to her?

“Villain. Villain, hey. Are you alright?” His footsteps began to slow. She grimaced, wondering why he couldn’t just leave her alone.

“I don’t need your help,” she seethed.

He ignored her- blatantly. His hands were placed delicately on her shoulders, tugging at her and trying to convince her to turn and face him.

“Don’t touch me,” Villain snapped, and she gulped at the pain in her stomach as she twisted away from Hero.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m sorry.” His words were rushed. “Did I hurt you?”

He wasn’t worried for her. He couldn’t be. “Is it that difficult to believe a girl doesn’t want to be stalked in the dark by a man and be dragged back to a home that isn’t hers?” This, of course, wasn’t the problem. Her own home didn’t come with a medic, or any first aid for that matter.

She faced him now, only to see him gnaw at the dead skin of his bottom lip. His gaze fell to a puddle forming on the road beside Villain, and she could see something like remorse glint in his eyes- or maybe it was just the rain.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just- what are you doing out here? I heard a noise in the kitchen and by the time I could throw my boxers on, you’d already gone out the front door.”

“Oh, don’t do that. Pretend you care and…” She trailed off, her voice sharp as she made an attempt to stand. It burned, stung, and throbbed, but she pushed, pushed, pushed until the pain was so great that she ultimately collapsed again.

Something pulled- her skin, and it was warm where it ripped.

“You reopened the wound. Let me take you back, Villain.” He held his hand out to help, but Villain rejected it with a swat of her hand. “You need re-bandaged and then you need to rest.” He didn’t touch her shoulder this time, didn’t offer a hand again, but he looked at her. Looked at her like he was pleading with her.

“So what? So I can use up all your medical supplies? I- I can bleed on your couch and-”

“Bed,” he corrected, “and yes, so you can do all those things and more. Whatever you need if it makes you better. You really think I care about inventory and dirty sheets?”

Villain rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to pretend you care about me. I already know I’m the last person you want laying on your couch.”

Hero opened his mouth to speak, but Villain beat him to it.

“Bed,” she corrected this time. Villain took a deep breath and held it deep in her chest before making a second attempt to stand. Somehow, despite the open, bleeding wound in her stomach, and the pain of her battered leg, she managed to stand this time. Painfully, she began stumbling away on her own.

“You’re not a burden, you know?” Hero’s voice was muffled by the rain between them, but she heard well enough to stop in her tracks. He struck a chord.

Instead of accepting it, she bit back. “Bet that’s real easy for you to say, Golden Boy.” Her voice was breaking. The pain throughout her body was becoming impossible to ignore. She swallowed. Could Hero even hear her? Did it matter? She should keep walking, Villain thought, but Hero’s voice stopped her before she could.

“Who made you feel this way about yourself?” His voice was closer than Villain expected, having just walked away from him. When did he come so close?

A breath whistled from between her parted lips. When did she become so tired? And when did she place her arm on Hero’s arm for support?

“Maybe it was me,” Villain said. “Don’t they say you’re your own worst critic?” She tried to chuckle, tried to show defiance at the first sign of care, but she coughed instead. Perhaps she should have taken it as a sign, but Villain was stubborn. She didn’t feel she deserved Hero, not with as many problems as she came with. “Go home, Hero. Take your boxers off and enjoy your silk sheets.”

Hero looked down at her now, one eyebrow raised. “I don’t have silk sheets.”

“You do. In the closet, across the hall.” She was running out of breath.

He hummed. “You found clean sheets and remade my bed before deciding you were too much. What an awful being you are. How horrible. How terrible and-”

“Smart-ass doesn’t fit you,” Villain rasped. “And neither do those boxers. Not from that dusty old closet, too, are they? Her hand brushed against his bare chest as she felt her eyes slip back, and she shuddered awake, feeling the goosebumps along his skin- a reminder that it was cold and raining, and that her clothes were soaked and bloody…”Will you walk me back?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Will you run off again?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. What if your blanket slips and I see something I don’t want to see?” Out of breath, out of breath. Breathe. Breathe, Villain. Was she talking to herself or was Hero talking to her?

“As if you wouldn’t be the one pulling it off before you left.” Hero was already turning around and supporting Villain as she matched his actions.

“Right.” It was all Villain’s lungs had the capacity to say. She would banter later, when Hero was changing her bandages in the morning- on her stomach and leg, places she’d have to lift her clothes or pull them down in order to see and access.

Villain hummed, and for a second time she woke herself up from her exhaustion, jolting and grasping at Hero’s chest. She hadn’t meant to hum at her own thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” They were already at the front door. Hero must have left it open, assuming he would be returning with Villain in hand.

“You’re arrogant,” she quipped. “You know that?” Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe-breath-breathe.

“I know that you’re sleepy. Here, lay down. I need to change your bandages first.”

And so the night went, Villain’s bandages were changed, and she swore not to run off again. She swore, too, once Hero left the bedroom, that she wouldn’t let herself dream of the golden boy in boxers, running in the rain to tell her she’s not a burden. She refused, but then hadn’t she also refused refuge?

Yet here she was. Fresh, silk sheets- though perhaps a little dusty from the closet- on a thick-foamed mattress and a boy without boxers in the next room over.

[pinchofhoney]

honey pie

dean winchester x reader

word count: 0.6k

warning: alternative ending of the fifteenth season, pure fluff

summary: Amidst autumn rain and a cozy cottage, a honey pie surprise kindles love and warmth in the perfect moment.

a/n: after ten years of being a supernatural fan, i finally decided to watch the last episodes of the final season, which i had shied away from so much, and guess what? it was an absolutely terrible idea; i'm all swollen up from the amount of tears i've spilled, and it's a bit embarrassing how i've been crying through most of the finale,, what you are about to read, is an expression of comfort addressed to myself, but i hope you will enjoy it as well

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

The soft patter of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that filled the cozy kitchen. Autumn had arrived, painting the world outside with warm hues of red and gold. Inside your not so big cottage, you stood in front of the old wooden counter, your hands dusted with flour, and a gentle smile on your face.

You had a delightful surprise in store for Dean, the rugged yet tender-hearted man who held your heart. He adored pies in all their forms, but your family's treasured honey pie recipe was something he hadn't yet experienced. The air was filled with the delightful scent of baking, and the promise of a sweet, comforting dessert hung in the air. Your apron bore little flour spots as you gently mixed the honey-infused filling, humming a gentle tune under your breath.

Your faithful companion, Miracle, lay curled up contentedly on the rug near the fireplace. His tail occasionally thumped against the floor, as if in sync with your humming. Now and then, his ears perked up, catching the delicious scents wafting from the oven.

With great care, you poured the honey filling into the awaiting pie crust, stealing a glance at Dean. Though he remained focused on his laptop screen, a subtle upward curl at the corners of his lips hinted at the warmth and love filling the kitchen.

The rain outside continued its soothing serenade, wrapping the cottage in a sense of coziness and security. You placed the pie in the oven, set the timer, and then joined your boyfriend at the table, cradling a steaming cup of tea in your hands.

Dean finally closed his laptop, stretching languidly and letting out a satisfied sigh. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes twinkling with contentment as he took in the sight of you sitting there with your tea.

“Something smells amazing in here,” he remarked, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly, leaning over to place a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. “It's a little something special I decided to whip up for dessert. Honey pie, just for you.”

Dean's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Honey pie? You're spoiling me, aren't you?”

You shrugged with a grin. “Maybe just a little.”

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Miracle stirred from his comfy spot by the fireplace and trotted over to join you both at the table. He nudged Dean's leg, hoping for a pat or perhaps a treat.

Dean obliged, showering Miracle with affectionate scratches behind the ears before turning his focus back to you. “I love this,” he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity and a deep sense of comfort. “These peaceful moments with you, the rain outside, and our little family here. It's all I could ever ask for.”

You couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with love. “Me too, Dean. It's moments like these that make life truly special.”

As the rain outside continued its gentle performance, the warmth and love inside the cottage were more than enough to ward off the autumn chill. With each passing moment, your honey pie baked to perfection, filling the air with its tantalizing aroma, and your hearts swelled with the sweetness of the shared moment. It was a time of quiet contentment, where love and warmth flowed freely, enveloping you, Dean, and your cherished companion, Miracle, in a comforting embrace.

[inkbyajm]

of kindling sparks

masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tropes: fluff, slow-burn

warnings: 11 year age-gap (reader is 23, joel is 34)

word count: ~6000

author’s note: so this chapter as well as the next one basically serve as one long exposition before the main story (aka the prequel). i realise this is lengthy as hell but i needed to flesh out the relationship between joel and the reader for the upcoming chapters to hurt, you know?

(p.s. there's mention of joel carrying the reader. i know some people might be put off by this, but joel is quite buff. i mean the man works in construction, i promise he can handle carrying an adult for less than a minute)

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The air was getting chillier, the change of seasons not going unnoticed. (Y/N)'s focus was razor-sharp as she drove through the streets of Austin, making sure to take in the ever-changing leaves on the trees she passed by. As an exchange student, it wasn't cheap to be renting a car, and the money her parents were generously providing her could only last for so long. She desperately needed another source of income. Her prayers were answered the week prior when she stumbled upon an advertisement near the exit to her university. It was for a babysitting job with a decent pay and convenient working hours. She wrote an email to the address written on the poster:

Dear Mr. Miller, Is the babysitting job still available? I'm a student currently on an exchange program at the University of Texas. And while I haven't had prior experience in babysitting, I used to be an assistant teacher in a kindergarten. I'm very good with children and at keeping them alive (this is a joke, but I am pretty responsible, my mother can attest to this). If there is any need for it, I can also cook and clean up after each visit. Thank you for your consideration and I hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, (Y/N) (L/N)

To which, much to her surprise, she received an answer shortly after:

Dear Ms. (L/N), Yes, the babysitting job is still available. It's for my 12-year-old daughter Sarah. And while I appreciate all that you have to offer, there's nothing much to do but keep her alive, so your skill would be useful here. You can come by our house on 1411 Sullivan DR any day of the week after 5pm, we'll go over the details then. If you're still interested, you'll be able to start right away. See you soon!

Best regards, Joel Miller

After half-an-hour of driving, the house finally came into view. Just as she parked the car in the vacant driveway, and before she went to meet some stranger she hoped wouldn't turn out to be a creep, the girl gathered her wits and courage with a clasp of her hands, a deep breath, and a firm nod as if to say 'There's no going back now, and if I die, it is what it is'.

Her three knocks on the door were followed by a long pause which made her believe she had arrived either at the wrong time or the wrong house. But as she was about to turn around and flee in embarrassment, out came a middle-aged man with disheveled hair.

"Hello. Is this the Miller's house?"

"Yes, hi! I am so sorry I kept you waiting. (Y/N), right?" he said, wiping his hands on a rag.

"That's me."

"Great. I'd shake your hand, but mine are a bit dirty. Please, come in." he stepped out of the way to let her walk further into his home.

It was decently spacious and cozy, which temporarily put her at ease. They walked through the living room into the dimly lit kitchen. It smelled of spices and garlic.

He gestured around, "Welcome to our humble abode. Pardon the mess, I didn't exactly have time to tidy up," While it wasn't exactly messy, they could benefit from an extra set of hands. "You said you weren't from around here?"

"No, I'm quite a long way from home," (Y/N) said, taking a seat at the dining table. "I wanted to see other places, gain a bit of independence. Austin was one of the first to accept me, and since it seemed like a fine city to live in, I packed up my things and arrived at the beginning of summer."

"I'm Texas born and raised myself. Wouldn't dream of living anywhere else. How old are you exactly?"

"Twenty-three, sir."

He proceeded to rummage through the fridge that was almost full. "Alright. Would you like a beer, then? And please, call me Joel. You're making me feel old."

"Right, Joel. And sure, I'll have one if you do."

Joel handed her a cold bottle as he sat down across from her. She was familiar with the brand, they served it at the bar she worked at part-time on weekends. For the next hour-and-a-half, the two discussed (Y/N)'s life, her studies, Joel's job as a contractor, and Sarah. At some point, the attacks on 9/11 came up, unpacking the nation-wide terror they had brought. She recalled the panicked calls she received from her parents, begging her to come home. She had to explain that she was alright, that there was nothing to do about it now, and that she couldn't leave the city when she had already formed ties and taken on responsibilities.

Just as Joel was getting into another anecdote from Sarah's childhood, they heard keys jangling in the front door as it opened and shut.

"Speak of the devil. Done playing already?"

A soft voice rang through the house, "Yeah, I'm really tired." Then a pigtailed girl stopped abruptly at the entrance to the kitchen. She was wearing a soccer kit, carrying both a purple backpack as well as a blue duffel bag.

"Sarah, this is (Y/N). She's gonna be your nanny from now on."

The little girl hesitated at first, then gently approached the table and extended her small hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you." she said with as much courage as she could muster, earning a smile in return.

Getting up from his seat, Joel kissed his daughter's head and told her food was ready, which prompted the child to run upstairs to her room. Feeling like it was her cue to leave, (Y/N) followed suit and slung her bag on her shoulder.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm not much of a chef, but I have to admit I make a mean chili." said the man, pointing at the steaming pot on the stovetop.

The smell of a homemade meal was making her mouth water, but she hadn't known them for long enough to get comfortable. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I should really get going. I have some reading to finish before morning."

The two made their way back to the front door. "Alright, then. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, yeah?"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Miller- Joel, sorry." she corrected herself, waving him goodbye as she swiftly got into her car and began the drive back to her apartment. She hadn't even begun the job, yet (Y/N) couldn't help but feel giddy about her small success.

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A couple of months had passed and (Y/N) was really enjoying her new gig. Sarah turned out to be the sweetest girl the young woman had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She wasn't fussy or troublesome, was very well-mannered, oh-so-friendly and kind, and a fan of using sarcasm here and there, which seemed to be something she picked up from her father. Joel, too, was accommodating to the new addition of their little family. (Y/N) could sense, however, that he was somewhat more reserved - closed, even. It was harder to get to know her employer, but she didn't mind, these things took time.

Leaning against her car, the young woman read her copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' for the 4th or 5th time. Something about it brought her great comfort, especially during the colder months. The festive season was quickly approaching and she wasn't sure if gifts would be appropriate so early-on in her employment. She had zoned out for so long, she didn't have time to register her name being called nor a pair of arms swiftly wrapping around her waist.

"Hey, kiddo." she laughed, hugging the curly-haired girl back.

She let go and stared up at her babysitter with her big round eyes. "Did daddy send you to pick me up?"

"No, I just finished classes and thought I'd swing by."

"What are you reading?"

(Y/N) turned the book to show the cover, "Pride and Prejudice. It's an old book."

"What's it about?"

"Uh- well, it's about a lot of things, but mainly it's the story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy who have to overcome their differences to end up together. Hence the title."

"That sounds kind of interesting."

"Yeah, but it takes a lot of hatred and pettiness to get there."

The little girl shook her head in disapproval, "Adults. Why do they have to complicate things?"

"Alright, wise one. Get in before you get cold."

The car ride gave them more time to bond. They sang to Sarah's favourite songs and talked about whatever was on the little genius's mind. It was a unique experience for both of them, two feminine energies collided, something each of them longed for dearly.

At home, (Y/N) spent a significant amount of time helping Sarah with her homework: a bunch of English grammar exercises, essay writing, as well as some algebra. Following their arduous work, the girls decided they deserved some fun and made creamy pasta (one of Sarah's favourites) for dinner. Whilst waiting for the patriarch to come home, they got comfortable on the couch to watch 'Mrs. Doubtfire'.

Unsure if she should speak during the movie, Sarah poked her babysitter's arm. "Do you have siblings?"

"I don't, no. Why do you ask?"

"I don't have any either. Do you ever get lonely?"

(Y/N) wasn't sure where these questions were coming from, but she decided to entertain them anyway. "I used to, growing up. Though my parents did a very good job at making sure I felt loved at home. I miss them a lot, but I'm happy here too."

There was a long pause as Sarah was visibly deep in her thoughts. "I never knew my mom," It shouldn't have shocked the young woman, she assumed Joel and his wife had separated after noting the absence of a maternal presence in their home, but it still came as a surprise. "Daddy said she had her own reasons and that they both agreed for me to live with him."

"Adults always have their own reasons for things, even if it may seem dumb. I'm sure it was a very difficult decision to make for her and that she loves you very much."

"I don't think about her often anymore. My dad can be busy, but he does a good job. He comes to every game, takes me to fairs and carnivals, helps me with school projects. He's also extra cool on vacation."

Something about her remark pulled at (Y/N)'s heart. "I see. He seems like a really great dad." The girls went right back to watching Robin Williams dance around while doing chores, as if they hadn't just touched on a thought-provoking subject.

It was almost 11pm and Joel was nowhere to be seen. Instead of letting the girl pass out on the couch, (Y/N) let her hold onto her back as she carried the sleepy child all the way to her room. Making sure all was right, she put her to bed, closed the window, turned on the night-light, then made her way towards the door.

"You're really cool," Sarah said sleepily with her eyes closed. "I hope you stay for a long time."

No compliment in the world could compare to a kid's heartfelt approval. "I hope so too, sweetie. Good night and good dreams."

Walking back downstairs, the young woman took one look around the house and decided she could pass the time cleaning up here and there. She started by tidying up the living room: folding the throws, fluffing up the pillows, putting the board games back on the bookshelf. Then she moved onto the kitchen where she took the trash out, scrubbed the surfaces clean as silently as she could, put the leftover pasta away, and washed the dishes. Satisfied with her work, she went back up to Sarah's room to leave a glass of water by her bed in case she got thirsty in the middle of the night.

In a house that was dead silent, she heard heavy footsteps. In a short panic, she grabbed a pair of scissors that were lying on the desk and crept up closer to the door. The steps were agonisingly slow and calculated. The woman felt like she was in a slasher movie. Babysitters always die first. The only indication she had of the intruder's whereabouts was from the shadow that was created by the light from the kitchen. This is what you get for not turning on every single light in a house where you're all by yourself. One of the most important rules in horror movies, she thought. The shadow approached closer and closer to the door, and just when she hoped the distance was close enough, she leapt out of the room and went straight for the stranger. Unfortunately, her blow was blocked and her body pushed up against the wall. In a blink, she realised what had happened.

"What the hell, Joel?" she whisper-shouted.

"(Y/N)? What are you still doing here?"

"Doing my job. Couldn't let Sarah stay all by herself with no indication of when you'd be back. That would be irresponsible of me."

He let go of her arms, lazily rubbing his face. "You're right, I'm sorry. I got held up and my cellphone died. I'm so exhausted, I completely forgot you were here."

"It's all good, I didn't hear you arrive either," she paused, noticing the blood running down his left hand. "Oh my God, Joel, you're bleeding!"

He looked at the wound like he hadn't even felt it until then, "Oh, this is nothin'. I had worse accidents at work."

"Still, it could get infected. Please, take a seat in the kitchen, I'll be right back."

She went straight to the bathroom to fetch the first-aid kit. It was essential to know where it was, what it had and how to use everything as someone who had to watch a small human being. She went back downstairs to start working on Joel's injury.

"I'm so sorry. I was so caught up in my own mind, I thought you were an intruder, and it was the only weapon at hand-"

"Please don't apologise. It was my bad, really. I should have announced myself," he spoke as he watched her gently clean the cut with a saline cleansing wipe. "Can't blame you for doing your best to defend yourself. Takes courage."

(Y/N) realised that upon closer inspection, her employer was quite handsome. Dark messy hair, a somewhat upkept beard, broad build, crow's feet that indicated how often he smiled, as well as nose wrinkles that indicated how often he frowned. She carefully applied medical tape to close-off the wound and went to put the kit back where it belonged. On her way down, she noticed him looking around in slight confusion.

"Did you…clean the house?"

"Oh, you know, just lightly tidied up. I'm not a fan of leaving the places I stay at messy. Kind of a habit," she noted the silence and her hands instantly became cold. "God, I'm sorry. Again. I- I didn't even ask if you were okay with me touching your belongings, I got-"

"No, you're good. You're good. Don't sweat it. It's just that," Joel chuckled at her need to be so polite after months of working together. "You didn't have to do this. I can't ask you do to things that aren't part of your job description."

"I know. And I don't mind. Really. It's not like I'm playing Cinderella day and night," she said as they shared a laugh. "My job is to take care of a kid and the environment plays a big role."

(Y/N) picked up her bag, ready to leave for the night, "See you on Monday, Joel."

He reached out to touch her shoulder, then just as quickly removed his hand as if she had burned him. "Uh- do you- are you- um," She looked at him with furrowed brows, it's almost as if he was…flustered? "What are your plans for Christmas? Or, you know, holiday season? If you celebrate anything at all-"

"I won't be able to fly out to see my family this year, so I haven't made any other plans yet. Why do you ask?"

The man scratched his neck sheepishly, only then realising how long he had kept her standing on his porch when it wasn't exactly warm outside. "Would you like to celebrate with us? Sarah would be ecstatic to have you."

Warmth blossomed in her chest at the sudden invitation. So gifts are appropriate. Noted.

"I would love to celebrate the holidays with you guys. But only if you don't mind."

"I don't mind."

"Excellent, then I'll be here."

"Great."

"Good."

They stared at each other for way too long, the nanny realised, bearing the slightest of smiles. "Well, then. Good night, Mr. Miller."

He shook his head at her teasing tactic, "Drive safe, Ms. (L/N)."

There she was again, driving back to her apartment, giggling to herself like a maniac and for what? They invited her to celebrate a holiday. People did that all the time. Office workers, family members, casual friends, new and old lovers, it was truly nothing exceptional. But to her it felt different and she couldn't tell if it was because Sarah liked her enough to want her there or if it was because it came from him. Christmas was three weeks away. Three. Weeks. Away. Gifts. She needed gifts. What would she give them? What did they like? It came to her that she didn't know them that well, which meant she had some investigating to do in the little time she had left for shopping.

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When Christmas finally came, (Y/N) simply could not contain her excitement. She thought long and hard about the presents she would give the Millers, and while they may have appeared simple, she hoped that they would be appreciated. She personally wrapped them up in brown paper and decorated them with stamps, ribbons, and tags, firmly believing in the art of gift-wrapping. Austin had yet to see snow, she didn't think it would ever happen, yet the city was nevertheless bursting with festive spirit. Various lights decorated the trees and bushes in public parks. People hosted diverse markets in the streets where they sold artisanal goods and delicious foods. (Y/N) had gone ice-skating with the Millers a couple of weeks prior. Joel was as bad as she thought he would be; Sarah, however, was a natural. They enjoyed a lively Christmas parade that same day.

After parking in front of the house that was very tastefully decorated with her help, the young woman made her way towards the door, her homemade chocolate tarte in hand, and knocked, taking a second to register a male voice she did not recognise. The door swung open to reveal a man not much older than her, wearing a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans.

Looking her up and down, the stranger gave her a smirk, "And who might you be?"

"Hands off the babysitter, Tommy!" she heard Joel yell from deep inside the house.

"Ah, the famous babysitter!" he exclaimed, opening the door further. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

It smelled of oven-roasted turkey, of cigarette smoke, and of pine from the christmas tree. She found all of them moving about the kitchen: cutting vegetables, setting the table, washing the dishes. She felt like she'd arrived a tad too late.

"Can I help with anything?" she said, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

"Nah, everything's good to go," Joel replied as he scrubbed the remaining pots, "(Y/N), this is Tommy, my brother."

Said brother took her hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it, "Very nice to meet you." Sarah couldn't hide her look of disgust if she tried.

"I didn't know Joel had a brother."

"You didn't tell her about me?" Tommy asked in exaggerated disbelief.

"Was I supposed to? Didn't know I was running a datin' agency."

"Thought that was part of the deal when we agreed to be each other's wingmen."

"Mm, don't recall us ever doing that."

"Well, we did. Spiritually. When we went to Buddy's Place? It was just around the time when Cat-" Tommy's monologue cut short with one sharp glare from Joel. (Y/N) could practically taste the tension emanating from him. Not a big fan of reminiscing the past, she noted.

"You know what, it's no problem. It's the perfect occasion to get to know each other, eh?" the younger brother flashed her a smile. They sure had impressive genes in this family.

Once the eldest Miller was done cleaning, all three adults cracked open a few cold ones to start off the evening. Tommy had the brilliant idea to teach Sarah a few card tricks, peaking their guest's interest.

"What are you teaching a 12-year-old cards for?" (Y/N) amusedly asked. Sarah seemed excited, she was one of those kids who loved to learn, it didn't matter what it was.

"First of all, every member of the Miller family knows how to play cards, we start young. And second, if not me, then who?" He made a good point. Tommy was, after all, the fun brother. "Wanna join in? I'm told I'm a great teacher."

She caught onto the subtle flirt and found herself wanting to return the energy. He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome. He smelled of cigarettes and beer with a hint of citrus notes. Not bad with kids but he wouldn't want any of his own anytime soon; very friendly, which for him also meant outgoing, ballsy, and prone to getting into trouble; charming to the point that he might seduce a few dozen women in one night; funny enough to make people like and maybe even trust him. She didn't mind flirting, but that was the extent of her intentions, and something told her Tommy Miller felt the same way.

They spent some time watching as Tommy performed the most outrageous tricks seen to man, to which his sole excuse was "I'm a bit rusty". He also tried to teach Sarah the art of cheating which, much to his disappointment and sorrow, his niece refused to take part in for moral reasons. (Y/N) noted the elder Miller's absence and excused herself from the oh-so-riveting demonstration of a disappearing card to go look for him. After searching the kitchen, his bedroom, as well as the garage, she stepped outside with a throw blanket and found him sitting on one of the patio chairs.

"What are you doing here? You'll get cold." he said, glancing at her from the side.

"I'm tougher than I look," she answered, nevermind the blanket tightly wrapped around her frame. "Came to keep you company."

"Who said I need any?" She sensed a hint of a playful tone.

"I don't know, you look awfully lonely sitting next to that empty chair." This earned her a light chuckle as she sat down. He didn't look very warm with one hand in his jacket pocket and his collar lifted up to his chin. She proceeded to awkwardly move her chair closer to his and slowly, as if dealing with a wild animal, reached out to wrap the throw around both of them, thankful that it was big enough for the job.

Sensing how still and tense he was, (Y/N) felt the need to talk to lighten the mood, "So, do you always sit outside all by yourself? In the dark? And in complete silence? Brooding-"

"I get the picture, and no," he took a sip from his bottle. "Sometimes I like to sit in my car."

He was capable of humour, which was a refreshing discovery after countless weeks of being formal. She understood wanting to define clear boundaries between employer and employee, but when she was essentially tasked to bond with his child and regularly invited to family activities, the lines naturally blurred, and her curiosity intensified.

"Who's Cat?"

Joel was silent for a second, then let out a reluctant sigh, "Cat was…a girl I knew way back when I was young."

"You're talking like you're in your 50s."

"I'm 34 to be precise, but fine, back when I was younger," he said grumpily. "We dated for a bit, then we didn't. That's how it went with most women I met."

"Oh, is this a Casanova situation?"

"No, more of a 'not ready to commit to a kid' situation," The silence that followed was loud, (Y/N) didn't want to make a sound, afraid he'd realise what he was doing and shut himself off. "I was 21 when Sarah was born. She's the joy of my life, I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without her, truly. But...it was hard back then for a single dad with a newborn. Never went to college, had to take on side jobs to sustain both of us. My love life wasn't exactly a priority, and when the opportunity presented itself, they fled as soon as they heard the mention of a child."

The next question was risky, but she couldn't think of anything else, "So you haven't dated since your younger days? Not even the hot single moms in your area?"

This made Joel laugh heartily, a sound she loved to listen to, something she wanted to hear more often. "Not really. I mean I've flirted here and there, but Sarah and I are good the way we are now. She's my priority, and I want to make sure my partner's good to my kid too, you know?"

"If you don't mind my asking, what happened to Sarah's mom?" (Y/N) probed further, "Sarah told me-"

"Nothing happened. She left and that was that." The wall was back up. You pushed your luck.

Luckily for them, Sarah called for everyone to play cards. Which was then followed by board games. What they discovered that evening is that (Y/N) was either incredibly skilled at them or simply unbelievably lucky. She and Tommy got on well, making innocent physical contact here and there, high-fiving each other, sharing a lot of laughter, too much laughter for the man that sat across from them. Joel wasn't jealous, he was never jealous, but the sight didn't make him feel happy either.

After a while, the oven beeped, indicating that the turkey was ready. The four of them prepared the table with bowls of salads, bread slices, side-dishes, making space in the centre for the bird accompanied by roasted vegetables. (Y/N) joined in their prayer before they dug into their food. They shared all sorts of life stories: Tommy's time in the army, the most frustrating clients Joel had ever had, more embarrassing anecdotes from Sarah's childhood, funny and dramatic events that occurred while (Y/N) was on vacation. The young woman then brought out the tarte she'd made for the occasion, much to everyone's delight. It was as silky as she hoped it would be, tasting notes of coffee in her chocolate dessert covered in walnut crumbs. The ambience was relaxing, they sat under the dim light of the scented candles dispersed throughout the kitchen, bathing in the sounds of laughter and utensils scraping against the food on their plates.

When all was devoured, they moved the party back to the living room and Tommy decided it was time for presents. Sarah received hers first, which turned out to be a collection of CDs of her favourite musicians from Tommy and a skateboard she'd wanted for a long time from her dad. She hugged each of them very tightly, already excited to put both of her new belongings to use. Then it was Joel's turn to unwrap a brand new wallet gifted by his brother (apparently, he had complained about his old one he owned for more than a decade) and a second-hand guitar from Sarah that she acquired from a friend's cousin then paid for a cleaning by a professional with her own pocket-money (with a little help from uncle Tommy). Tommy received a steel lighter from Joel, who claimed the custom engraving – a hand-drawn cowboy hat on the front and T. Miller on the bottom – was Sarah’s touch. Just when everyone thought they were done, (Y/N) cleared her throat, calling for their attention, whilst dragging her bag closer to where she sat on the floor.

“I brought gifts of my own.” She declared and pulled out a box and gave it to Tommy, whom she'd met only hours ago. “I’m sorry, I took this just in case someone else would be here, but I wish I had gotten to know you sooner to customise the present to your taste- “

“Oh my sweet God,” he muttered, staring at the large crystal bottle of whiskey. “This is one of the fanciest kind around, it ain’t fuckin’ cheap either!”

“You’re lucky Tommy here is a whiskey connoisseur.” Joel said from his laid-back position on the couch.

The younger brother engulfed her in a warm hug soon after, “You got my taste just right, sweetheart, thank you.”

The room was silent as she extended a purple envelope to Sarah, who sat across from her. It didn’t seem all too exciting. The kid in question opened the envelope, eyeing her babysitter, who herself seemed a bit nervous. The silence in the room was suddenly broken as the 12-year-old squealed her hardest squeal, forcing both Millers to cover their ears.

“It’s two VIP tickets to the Halican Drops concert in Houston next year!” she exclaimed, launching herself at the now grinning woman. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“How’d you get those? I thought they were sold out.” her father asked, clearly having gone through the struggle of standing in long queues to make his daughter happy.

It was difficult to breathe with a prepubescent child sitting in your lap as she held you in a death-grip. “I have an old friend who happens to work at the venue.” she replied, accepting the kiss on the cheek from Sarah who sat back on the ground, practically buzzing as she stared at the pieces of paper in her hands.

Lastly, (Y/N) got up to stand in front of Joel as he looked up at the object she extended in complete surprise.

“You really didn’t have to- “

“Just open it.”

So he did. What he found inside was a Prussian blue knit scarf.

“I noticed you never wear one, and it’s pretty chilly out, so I figured I’d knit you one myself. Finished it just in time a couple of days ago. The color looks flattering on you.” she explained, blushing deeper and deeper with every word. She failed to notice that he, too, was heating up.

“Well, I’ll be damned. This woman can bake, she can knit, she’s smart, and she plays cards like a pro. I mean what can’t you do?” And while she knew Tommy was teasing, she couldn’t help but redden even more.

“I’m pretty proud of my mixing skills,” she added, making him pause with a face that read ‘no way’. “I’m a bartender on the weekends.”

She had barely finished her sentence when she yelped as Tommy scooped her up and over his shoulder. “That’s it! I’m taking this one with me. It was nice to see ya, big brother!”

(Y/N) squealed and wiggled around as much as she could to try to get him to let her down whilst Sarah did her best to save her friend by clinging to one of her uncle’s legs in protest. It was one chaotic scene unfolding in front of Joel, who had not moved from his seat, still staring at the scarf in his hands as he ran his thumb over the soft wool.

After all that excitement, the household members spent a few more hours watching ‘Home Alone 2’ and ‘Jingle All the Way’, DVDs Joel had bought earlier that week. During the viewing, he caught himself glancing at the woman curled up against the arm rest less than a few feet away from him. She remained completely oblivious, amused by the tomfoolery happening on-screen. He left the room for a moment to dispose of his empty bottle in the kitchen. On the short way there, he realised he was slightly tipsy. While he was rummaging through the drawers, he heard someone come up behind him.

“Looking for this?” he turned around to see (Y/N) holding up the bottle-opener. She walked up to the counter and opened the bottle in his hand, brushing her cold fingers against his warm ones in the process.

“You’re cold.” he commented bluntly.

“Yeah, my extremities get cold easily. That’s why I walk around in gloves and thick socks as soon as the temperature starts dropping.”

She threw away her own empty bottle and swiftly turned around to walk back into the living room, when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist ever so gently.

“I didn’t get to thank you back there. You know, for the present?” he spoke softly, giving her a rare smile. “It was real nice of you.”

She noticed the way his pupils were slightly wider than usual and his stance that seemed to swing back-and-forth ever so subtly. “Joel, are you…are you drunk?”

“It takes a lot more than a few bottles of IPA to get me there. I’m just fine.” he whispered, for what reason she wasn’t sure, then unexpectedly walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t leave her to contemplate her next actions for too long because he emerged not even a minute later, holding his right hand behind his back.

They found themselves standing closer than they should have, but neither of them seemed to care as Joel revealed the mystery object.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

It was the most beautiful edition of ‘Jane Eyre’ she had ever laid her eyes on. Red leather hardback with golden accents all over it, including the fore-edges, it looked like something out of a royal library.

“How did you know?” her question was vague, but she knew he knew what she meant.

“Sarah told me about the books that you like, said you haven’t read this one in a long time.”

Her warm embrace came to him as a surprise, but in the state of mind he was in, not only did he accept it, but it felt good, it felt right to hug her back.

“It happens to be one of my favourites, so thank you. Really. For all of the things you’ve done for me so far.”

The two held onto each other for longer than needed until Tommy’s call brought them back to reality. The other Miller eyed the returning pair suspiciously as they took their respective places on the couch and went back to watching the movie in comfortable silence. Only he noticed the red book in her possession and fought hard to stop himself from smiling.

Later that night, after all the dishes had been washed, the leftovers put away, and the only child put to bed, Tommy reluctantly sat in the back of the cab Joel had called for him. I am not fetching my brother from a jail cell on Christmas Day, he'd told him. When he walked back into his home, he saw a sleeping figure on the couch, covered by one of the throws.

He went into his bedroom and took no more than 10 minutes to replace all of his linen with fresh ones from the closet in the hallway. He wasn’t going to let his guest sleep on a couch, especially not under a row of windows or next to the entrance door. Carefully picking her up, and she was one deep sleeper, he made his way back to his bed to lay her down on the new sheets.

My extremities get cold easily.

He changed his usual blanket for a thicker one then grabbed a pillow and went to make his bed downstairs. He picked up the scarf lying on the coffee table once more and unfolded it entirely, only then noticing the tiny initials embroidered in grey into one of the ends – J.M. Upon an even closer inspection, he realised it smelled of vanilla and flowers.

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masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

tags: @elliaze @joeldjarin

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Truth or Confession: Choi San One shot

*this gif is how I visualize he looks at Y/N over anything they do*

Pairing- San x reader

Genre- smut, some fluff,forest sex, fem!reader, established friendship, established friendship with group, friends to lovers

Warning-smut, forest sex, unprotected sex

Word count-2700

Summary-Your best friend Seonghwa invites you to a weekend of camping, which unfolds into confessions from your admirer.

It felt like summer break back in primary school.

A long weekend holiday in the great outdoors.

You were invited by your childhood friend Seonghwa who managed to keep you by his side through all of his crazy life ups and downs.

He becomes a trainee; you got your first after school job.

He debuts as part of one of the biggest up and coming idol groups; you graduate college.

For each one of your successes you both always texted each other to celebrate.

He always invited you as a sole VIP to any events to mingle with his band mates. As your presence became more welcomed and frequent, It was clear to you that one of Seonghwa’s new friends was very intrigued by you.

His name was San, and he always made sure to be the first to greet you when you were invited around.

So, when you got texted the invite for the weekend camping getaway you weren’t surprised and even were less surprised to be doted on by San.

For the past three days when it came to hiking, swimming or any friendly banter; San was right there by your side, very much like a puppy.

“San, will you stop bothering Y/N and help me with this campfire?” Seonghwa struggled to get the kindling to catch the flame while Yunho laughed.

San had taken it upon himself to assist the job that required very little help of setting up the s’mores.

“San, I really think you should go over there before Momma Hwa kills you.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he opened a bag of graham crackers.

San looked over his shoulder at the sad excuse for a campfire.

“I’ll save you a spot next to me when we make the s’mores.” You smiled at San and nodded your head in the direction he was being summoned.

San’s face lit up like the sun. “I’ll hold you to it.”

You watched how San sauntered over to help, taking in his muscular frame. He had let his black hair grow out a bit. The jeans he wore hugged his butt just right and the peach shirt he was wearing accentuated his sunny demeanor.

Looking at him this way made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

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“So that’s how I ended up recording the same song about 1395 times.” Hongjoong laughed as he munched on the end of a s’more.

The air was light and flowed in a way you felt all the cares in the world were lifted off your shoulders.

You all had spent the evening well into the sunset laughing. It gave you peace that everyone was enjoying this freedom of being able to talk like they weren't celebrities, just normal guys you grew to know.

“So, y/n got any embarrassing stories of Seonghwa from your years growing up with him?” Mingi took a swig of soju as he playfully nudged Yeosang who was laughing up a storm.

You looked at Seonghwa who was red with panic and probably too much soju.

“I mean there was one time where he made us late to a joint family vacation cause he took an hour long shower!” You laughed while everyone began to rag on your pal.

“Oh oh! I have an idea. Let’s go around and play truth or dare.” Wooyoung had stood up taking charge.

A round of agreements.

The game then started and turned into a drinking game of sorts, eventually it got back to being San’s turn.

“Ok. San.” Hongjoong giggled while he tried to find the words for having San pick truth or dare. “Truth! Or Dareeee.” He wiggled his fingers in an attempt to be spooky.

San, who appeared to be holding his alcohol well, smiled. “Truth.”

The boys all ooohed and awed at the sudden bravery.

“Hmmm ok.” Hongjoong smiled as he bit his lip. “Do you or do you not have a crush on y/n?” Hongjoong giggled like a schoolgirl while everyone waited for the answer in hushed silence.

San inhaled deeply before turning to you. You were gripping your soju bottle until your hand was white knuckled. His face was solemn and his dark eyes studied your face.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

Hongjoong fell backwards off the tree stump he was perched on;Yeosang and Jongho ran to help their leader. Mingi and Yunho let out a cheer as if they were at a soccer match. Meanwhile Seonghwa and Wooyoung sat in complete drunken shock.

You sat taking this in.

No one had ever confessed their feelings for you, you thought of how in primary school you confessed and were turned down. You wouldn’t deny you didn’t have a crush on San mutually, you couldn’t believe someone famous and this handsome was this into you. You felt like you were in a drama on tv.

Your mouth opened and closed, unable to say anything.

“Well. I think it’s time for bed.” Seonghwa stood up, beginning to pick up around the campfire. “We have a boat rented for early tomorrow to be out on the water so we should get some rest.”

You watched as San went around picking up the trash, he was wandering his way further from the scene of his confession.

“San, lemme help !” You jogged over to him to offer any assistance.

The rest of his band mates were crawling into their respective tents. The moon was now peeking over top of the campground. A light chill was present now that you weren’t cradled by the warmth of a flame. You shivered and held your arms around your body. Your sweatshirt was doing little, especially when you were wearing shorts.

San noticed and walked over rubbing his warm hands on your shoulders, “Are you cold ? You really don’t have to help me pick this stuff up. I’m almost done anyways.” His voice was deep and warm. You caught the scent of his cologne.

Your teeth chattered as a gust of wind blew. “I want you to know that I like you too.” You held his gaze during your own confession. You felt his hands grip your shoulders more. A crack broke from his voice and he appeared to be starstruck.

You leaned over and kissed his dimple, grinning, “I’m sure we can find a way to get some alone time.” You pushed yourself against him to emphasize your point, it was now or never. Maybe it was the soju, the confession and the fact you hadn’t slept with anyone in three years ;everything building up to this moment. Your stomach went into a nosedive as you waited for his response.

He chuckled to himself, his beautiful dark eyes twinkling, “I think I would love nothing more than for that to happen.”

Your heart leapt to your throat.

Surveying quickly to see if anyone was roaming and would notice your sudden disappearance you grabbed San’s hand and led him into the forest opening. He followed quickly behind you as he held your hand. You then stopped in a clearing that was the perfect distance for you both to not be caught with what was about to happen. “San, are you sure?”

You looked up at him and ate up the attraction on his face he was holding all for you. You blushed, feeling your face heat up. Eagerly, you went in for the kiss, you connected your lips with San’s. His lips moved sweetly, gentle as they caressed your own, his hand coming up to cup your face and draw you closer. Taking San by surprise, you parted your lips defiantly, letting your tongue venture out to prod at his slightly parted mouth. His eyes flew open as you cupped his face and brought his lower lip between your teeth. San firmly grabbed your face, forcing you to look directly into his dark brown, almost ebony eyes, “Once this happens I really can’t hold back. I’d be the happiest man alive.”

You froze, suddenly feeling hot. Now was the time, your whisper was soft as a feather, “Of course.”

San’s demeanor changed completely then, the sweetness in his touch felt like hot brands on your skin, everything was replaced by this new man in front of you who you had only experienced as a boy striving for your attention. He lifted his head, holding his gaze was like lifting a heavy weight. There was so much withheld emotion and want in his eyes, you didn’t know what to do except kiss his waiting lips.

He immediately responded to your touch, moving you so that you were pressed against a firm tree. His lips tasted like passion and soju; every time he bit your bottom lip, you let out a small noise of appreciation. He was patient with you, letting you figure out what you liked and where it was you wanted to be touched. His hands roamed around your body like embers, but as soon as he let his hands slip under your shirt and brush across your hips and back, you lost it. His fingertips were rough against your fragile skin, warm as the sun.

You groaned when they traveled to your thighs, squeezing them tightly before releasing and then repeating again. San broke from the kiss to gaze at you in both amusement and amazement, he didn’t realize how satisfying it would be to finally hear your sounds of pleasure.

“San,” you whispered against his lips, loving the sensation when they brushed against his. It felt so intimate, so right.

He let out a groan, his hands coming up to grasp at your breasts through your shirt, pinching a hardened nipple which earned him a moan in appreciation. “You want me?”

You could only nod frantically when his hand traveled to your clothed core, rubbing you through the rough material of your jean shorts. Never had he seen you look so undone before and both of you were still fully clothed. You had the same thought at that moment, and tentatively reached for the hem of his shirt, you fiddled with it, not sure what to do.

He noticed your hesitation and slid his hands comfortingly over your own, helping you to pull his shirt off, “It’s your turn now.” His smile was warm and in that moment, you knew he was going to take care of you through this.

You allowed him to slip both your sweatshirt and bra off, feeling the brisk air more intensely. You felt a rush of happiness mixed with pride as you saw San’s eyes roving over your skin hungrily.

He then allowed himself to kiss all over your chest, his hands finding your hips and tugging you toward him rhythmically.

You let your hands slide into his raven hair, pulling at the tips as your hips rolled into him. You savored the way your jeans rubbed against your increasingly aroused core.

San’s voice rose an octave as your crotch slid against his hardened length, “Shit.” He began to pant, as you increased your speed, suddenly feeling frantic as you continued to remove yourself over his jeans.

Your clit throbbed, confusion and desperation coming together to form want, “San, please.”

He slowed your hips, making sure he had your full attention. He didn’t want to hurt you, your word was final. His voice was tender, “Are you sure you want this now? Tell me to stop and I will.”

You felt panic in the back of your throat for a second, but it wasn’t from fear, it was the thought of not having him tonight. “No, please,” you calmed yourself quickly, collecting your thoughts, “I want you.”

San nodded, his eyes darkening as he caressed your cheek, kissing you chastely before he began to unbuckle his belt. You felt your anticipation rise at each clink of metal, your hands going to the button and fly of your jeans as well. The two of you watched each other with bated breath, not wanting to miss what the other was doing.

Soon you both were completely bare to each other. You felt overloaded as you became aware of each place his skin was touching yours. It surprised you how warm San was against you. He suckled your neck, his hand drifting to your soaking center, his thumb making teasing circles on your clit.You cried out when he slipped a finger into you and he bit his lip at the sound, feeling himself grow hard.

You unconsciously moved your hips with the movement of his hand and you practically bucked into him when he pushed two more fingers into you, “San!”

He groaned, adoring the way you called his name out, “Who’s making you feel this way?” He increased the speed of his fingers, crooking them inside of you, and pressing down hard on your clit.

You were a mess. Feeling your eyes squeeze shut and hands balled into fists, you cried out, “Choi San.”

His fingers suddenly left you completely, making your eyes fly open in the absence of contact. You looked down to see that he was pumping his cock slowly, his eyes roving against your naked, wanting body. You watched with bated breath as his hand moved over himself, feeling yourself instinctively edge closer each time he let out a groan.

San licked his lips, looking forward to feeling you around him finally. “Are you ready for me?”

It took you a few moments to process his question as you were distracted with the way his hand was moving, you nodded.

He smirked deliciously, pushing you against the tree and lifting your leg for easy entry, planting his forearm by your head. He guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing your core teasingly, making you squirm in anticipation.You gasped as he pushed further in, you ran your fingers into his thick hair anchoring yourself and gasping loudly as he fully entered himself in you.

San let out the most satisfied moan you’d ever heard, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to control himself from pinning you down and fucking the shit out of you. You saw how much he was battling with himself and you whispered, “It’s okay, San. I can handle it.”

He began to roll his hips into you, collapsing into you with a moan as he gave into the feeling of your walls sliding around him. You moaned as well, relishing the feeling of his hot skin against your own, wrapping your raised leg around his hips to draw him closer. He buried his head into your neck, biting down on your shoulder occasionally when the pleasure became too much. His pace seemed to increase with each second, the slap of skin against skin filling the buzzing night air.

You felt bold in your passion and gasped out, “I wanna hear you, San.”

He groaned at your request, his thrusts become rougher, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He tangled a hand in your hair, pulling it just enough to make you cry out in sheer bliss.

You could feel your thighs begin to spasm as your orgasm approached, a knot tightening in your stomach, your walls clenching, your clit throbbing as he applied just enough pressure.

You cried out, your climax slamming into you as San continued to thrust roughly into you, the rhythm of his hips becoming more sporadic. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, his pants becoming soft whimpers as he finally released messily inside you. You legs shook in over stimulation as your muscles continued to clench around him, he groaned breathlessly.

It took the both of you a few moments to collect yourself as you experienced each other’s highs, your breaths mixing together. San pulled out gently so as to not hurt you, before catching himself against the tree against you and drawing you into his chest.

You laughed, your cheeks flushed with happiness, “Worth the anticipation.”

He languidly brushed your hair, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “I think I gotta thank that stupid game.”

He kissed your cheek sweetly, “So where does this leave us?”

You blushed happily, pulling him in for a kiss, “Well, you can tell them tomorrow over breakfast.”

[pedroschka]

Glasses

Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: Joe being an annoying little shit and keeps stealing your glasses (affectionately)

A/n: just a short something today fluff

Soaking in the heated water, feeling it hug every inch of your skin and washing away every worry that had lashed onto you throughout the day, Reading glasses perched onto your nose and kindle in a tight grip you let yourself drift away from reality. The big three-wick scented candle on the edge of the tub illuminated the otherwise dark bathroom and rounded up the whole ' romantic me time' atmosphere.

The alone time didn't last long though, interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and shoes shuffling through the hallway. You looked over your glasses at the bathroom door and only a few seconds later your boyfriend's head peaked inside and looked eyes with yours, a welcoming smile warming up his whole face.

"hey beautiful, how was your day" he greated you and walked into the bathroom

"good until you disturbed my peaceful after-work bath" you teased but told him of your day and some dumb stuff your colleagues did at work. Meanwhile, he's undressing himself to join you inside the tub, a familiar routine for you both already. You skid forward a bit to make more room, the water sloshing as he got inside, arranging himself behind you with his legs on each side of you, having to bend them a bit in the small tub. When he seems comfortable enough you lean back again with his hands instantly folded together in front of your stomach while you focused again on your reading.

But Not shortly after you felt distracted by Joe's breathing down your neck, creeping unnecessarily close and squinting his eyes at the display.

"babe, where are your glasses again?"

"somewhere in the living room I think" he mumbled and shortly after grabbed yours, pushing it onto his nose and snatching the kindle right out of your hands too, humming satisfied as he clearly could make out the small words now without straining his eyes. Tapping his chest as an invitation for you to lay down, you sighed but turned your head a bit so your cheek hits his chest and closed your eyes, enjoying his deep voice reading to you out loud.

---

You could've sworn you put down your glasses behind you on the counter, just a minute ago to rub your teary eyes after cutting some onions like the recipe told you to do for the first step. But now they're just gone. Checking your head for the third time to really make sure you didn't just push them up your hair again, but no

Gone.

"Babe! Have you seen my glasses?" you shouted into the living room behind you where you know Joe just went as he passed you. After a short pause, a small "no?" was replied to you. Sounding way too unsure for you to not check out yourself.

"I swear if I'm already getting dementia in my twenty's I'm gonna... JOSEPH!"

his head snapped up to you, shocked brown eyes blown wide, not expecting to hear his full name from you. He made himself comfortable on the sofa with his laptop in his lap and there on his nose. Your glasses.

You instantly snatched them off his nose and he actually pouted at you "you have your own, stop stealing mine!"

"I can't find them anymore"

You raised your eyebrow at him unimpressed, wordlessly walking into the bedroom and coming back with his glasses case and pushing it into his hand. He frowned down at the case and then glared at you as he reluctantly pushed his glasses onto his nose. Not faced at all by that you walked back into the kitchen to continue with the recipe.

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Christmas arrives and you and joe sat crisscrossed under the Christmas tree like little kids happily exchanging your presents. You could successfully pursue him into wearing a fluffy Christmas sweater as well, rocking the cliché Christmas partner look.

"alright last one!" you exclaimed excitedly and grabbed behind you for the little rectangle-shaped present and passed it to Joe.

After the wrapping paper is gone Joe gives you a questioning look when he holds another glasses case in his hand and you signal him to just open it already.

in his hands now the same model of reading glasses as yours

"look! now you don't have to steal mine anymore! " you explained with a triumphant smile on your face but as you saw his pouty expression again you frowned at him "I swear I will clue them on your face the next time I see you wearing mine again."

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

[azaleakoneko]

Silly, Ridiculous, Mine.

Satoru Gojo x GN|Reader

Requested by: @rossithepixie

A/N: My first time writing for Gojo! I hope you enjoy and that I did him justice 😊 He may be a bit OOC, but here have a lovesick soft Gojo.

Warnings: None, just contains fluff.

Word count: 942

Please note that just because this work is fluff and appropriate for consumption of any age, that cannot be said about the rest of my blog. This is primarily an 18+ Blog and will stay that way, so keep that in mind, thank you!

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“Satoru, you really didn’t have to do all of this for me.” You began to say with a soft laugh as you watched your boyfriend energetically bouncing around your shared apartment that was now littered with flickering candles that illuminated the walls of the room with soft light since the power was a little touch and go.

He was taking advantage of the snow storm in the city to treat you to some one on one time that had been severely lacking the past few days with all of the recent incidents; but that was a forbidden topic for tonight — all he wanted you to focus on, besides the soft white powder building up on the busy streets of Tokyo outside, was him pampering you and easing your worries.

Gojo gave you a playful glare, sticking out his tongue while continuing to place an extra blanket on the couch that faced an already kindled fire to combat the chill of the evening. “Yeah I know, but if I don’t take care of you who will?” He quipped as he walked over to you, taking you into his arms with ease and pressing you against his chest as he buried his face in your hair for a moment to breathe in your scent. It always seemed to calm him when he did and you always appreciated how he gripped you tight like every time could be his last chance to.

“Hey that’s not fair, I am capable of taking care of myself, you know…” You pouted for a moment before allowing yourself to melt into him just like he had hoped. “I’m not one of your students, Satoru.”

“Mm yeah I know that too babe. Good thing you’re not, or else I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He said with a dazzling grin as he swept you up into his arms, taking great pride in making your face fluster with a restless assault of tender kisses anywhere he could manage to land them on your precious face. “Now hush and let me love my partner, alright?”

“Toru…!” You squealed happily, playfully swatting at his chest but not truly wanting him to stop. Thankfully he didn’t, for a moment at least, continuing to spoil you with feather soft kisses on your face and lips as he carried you over to the couch to get warmed up by the fire with him.

“You’re the most ridiculous person I know, and god do I love you for it.” You hummed as you settled into the couch. He gave you one last kiss before popping into your shared bedroom to bring you your favorite pillow to support your neck and one to pop under your feet and really ease you into a state of comfort. You watched him curiously as he made sure you were cozy before he walked behind you and trailed his hands up your shoulders, digging the pads of his fingers into your worn and tired muscles.

“So tense tonight, y/n... Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.” He lulled softly in your ear from behind, ghosting his lips against the shell of your ear and then your hair as his hands worked their magic on your shoulders.

Satoru loved how you couldn’t resist leaning into his touch, your head and eyelids gradually getting heavier and harder to keep lifted as he worked out the pesky stress knots that had been plaguing you.

“Sa…toru..” You hummed sleepily as the crackling fire warmed your feet — your thoughtful lover warming your heart and showing you his appreciation for sticking by his side through everything that most sane people wouldn’t have. “Yawn… That feels.. really nice, my love..”

Gojo chuckled when he realized you were already dozing off from a shoulder massage when he had planned to do a full body massage, have a cute little candlelight dinner, and use alternative means to brighten your day �� but if this is what you needed he was more than happy to give it to you. “I’m glad, my sweet sleepy y/n.” He cooed as one of his hands reached up to caress your hair gently, wordlessly reassuring you that it would be alright to fall asleep. After all, he had promised to always be beside you to protect you and love you wholly. Part of that promise to him meant ensuring that nothing was to disturb your, hopefully sweet, dreams.

On average he may have been a little bit silly and ridiculous, but ultimately he was yours and you were his. No one in the universe was as safe and adored as you were in that moment as he gradually let his hands still against your skin after hearing your first soft snore. He walked back around to the front of the couch, kneeling in front of you so he could gently push your hair away from your face before caressing your cheek with great care not to stir you awake. To him, he had never seen anything more beautiful and would happily spend the rest of his life wondering how he managed to keep you.

“I love you, y/n…” He said quietly, unsure if it was more for you or for him since your subconscious had already succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, but he didn’t have the heart to move you yet. Maybe after he was sure you were deep enough asleep. At least that’s what he told himself as he continued to keep his hand on you, stroking circles into your skin tenderly until he too succumbed to sleep, passing out against the couch beside you.

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[cecilxa]

words we never have to say

summary: diluc's feelings are too large to be properly put into words

contents: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, pure brainrot + rambles, innuendos of diluc lore

cw: none i can think of, tell me if you find any!

recommend listening to: until i found you by stephen sanchez (highly recommend for the vibe)

a/n: at the end

The hoot of an owl sounds the arrival of the night. A layer of midnight blue blankets the starry night sky, the moon finally being revealed from its shadow. It’s dark outside, save for a couple of lanterns dotted around the Dawn Winery, their dim light illuminating the thick silence. But this view, Diluc thinks, is the brightest one of all. He’s probably biased- he is in love after all- but the way you’re sitting at the windowsill, with the night sky serving as your backdrop, he thinks, is absolutely ethereal. Maybe it’s the way the moonlight bathes your figure in a certain mysterious glow; maybe it’s the way you’re smiling softly at him; maybe it’s in the way he wishes this moment would last forever.

Noticing his staring, you get up from your previous seat, and pad over to him, feet making barely any sound on the plush carpet. Diluc smiles, and beckons you over into his arms. Gracefully, you accept his offer, and melt into the comfort of his warmth. There’s something so distinct about him, something so homely, in which he resembles the embers of a dying fire. Similarly to these embers, he emits a cosy glow, in which they heat something up, but don’t do it in the way a destructive, and blazing fire does. His pyro vision may have something to do with this, but it makes you want to crackle just as tenderly as he does.

Love. Such a simple word to convey such complex emotions. Four letters to convey just how much Diluc adores you. He adores you; he admires you; he’d do anything for you. There’s an infinite number of phrases and idioms he could use to convey his feelings for you, but none of them can accurately portray how he truly feels. You make his scars feel like happy accidents; you make his heart seem like a youthful dream; you make him feel whole. Diluc cannot express how grateful he is to you, and if the only way he could was to stay by your side and emit his warmth, he’d stay with you forever. The past has passed, the future is to come, but Diluc wants every moment in the present to be spent with you. When he kisses your forehead, your lips, your hands, your cheeks, Diluc feels something stir inside of him. Not an ugly beast roaring its malicious head, but a noble and regal being bowing down instead. There’s nothing cowardly relishing in your desires, Diluc realises, but there’s something brave in letting yourself float on a sea of woven worships dedicated to your lover.

If only his father could see him now. If only he could’ve seen how Diluc Ragnvindr had turned into such a strong, healthy, fine young man. He would’ve been proud of him. So proud of him. Shine True, says the Dawn Winery motto. Diluc shone so truly, that his shine turned into a flame, kindled by you. Maybe he could never properly express his gratefulness in words; maybe years would go by; maybe he’d never find those words. Even if he’d never find them, he’d always find you by his side, hand in hand, tethering him to his morals, like an anchor to a ship. And if that were to be the case, Diluc finds that he’d never mind not knowing those words. He knows, and you know, that the feelings you have for each other are too great to put into a page, or a chapter, or a book. They simply exist, and that’s the most beautiful thing of all.

Embracing each other, you brush his bangs away from his forehead, and gaze into his eyes. They’re so passionate, so deep, so complex, it’s as if they contain all of what he feels. Everyone knows that the eyes are the windows of the soul, after all. Keeping your hands on both sides of his face, neither of you say anything, not needing to. Neither of you have to explain to the other why you’re in each other's arms; neither of you have to explain why you’re in love. Ah- there’s that word again. It’s much too simple of a word to convey your feelings for each other, its simplicity too mundane for the myriad of moments shared under the moon.

What both of you can say, though, is that during the nighttime- when all is quiet and dark- and the blanket of midnight blue settles down across the sky, the light that both of you kindle rivals even the brightest of raging fires in the blazing dawn.

a/n: tysm for all the support on the cyno post <3, it gave me the motivation to write this and i'm really looking forward to writing more in the future! :))) again, tysm for everyone who liked and reblogged, it means the world ❤️❤️

[asa-do-your-thing]

An Eye for an Eye - 05

“Kindling in the Grove”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, adults talking about sex, just general saucyness

Aemma walked along the overgrown trail in the forest, collecting fallen limbs and branches, her short legs striding quickly. The tall grass brushed against her rough-spun dress and twigs crunched underfoot. She placed each log on armfuls of kindling and barked at Osferth to gather their bedding from the horses as she crouched over the pile to light a fire starting with some tinder.

Despite the growing storm clouds, Aemma and Osferth worked together in an easy camaraderie that had been forged in the short time they had known eachother.

"One more log, and I think this should be enough," Aemma said, adding a few logs to the pile in front of Osferth.

Osferth nodded in agreement and struck the bellows to life with a glowing ember. "Let's finish up before the rain starts properly."

As if on cue, the rain started to lightly fall around them in a drizzle. "Right," Aemma said with a smile, turning back towards their task.

Aemma looked up at Osferth with a thoughtful expression, wondering what their journey had in store for them. "Do you know what we have to do in Cirreanceastre?" she asked quietly.

Osferth paused his work and met her gaze steadily, sensing the seriousness of her question under the layer of everyday banter between them. He considered her thoughtfully before replying, "No," he said simply. "But I imagine it will be difficult."

The dim light of the campfire gave a slight warmth to the cold night and Aemma and Osferth had just finished setting up the tents when they heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

As it drew closer, they could hear the jingle of armor and the rustle of fabrics. Aemma's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar forms of Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.

Their faces were weathered by years of battles and hardships, but their eyes held an indomitable spirit as they dismounted from their horses.

"You made it!" Aemma exclaimed, embracing each one in turn.

"Aye," Uhtred smiled, his eyes twinkling in the firelight. "We wouldn't miss this journey for anything!"

Finan nodded in agreement, rubbing a hand across his whiskered chin thoughtfully. "It's time we make our way to Cirreanceastre."

Osferth nodded respectfully at them all before motioning towards their supplies. "Let's get ready for tomorrow," he said curtly.

Uhtred surveyed the campsite with a delighted smirk, his gaze never missing a single detail. "Excellent work, Osferth, Aemma," he proclaimed, his voice reverberating across the meadow like a lion's roar. He swept his cape behind him and gave a nod of approval. "We'll make this our base camp before we set out to fulfill our mission."

Osferth and Aemma exchanged a glance, sharing a small smile. As the others settled around the fire, Aemma took the opportunity to make herself useful, offering them each a plate of roasted meat and a tankard of ale.

As they ate, Uhtred's gaze settled on Osferth and Aemma. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "I have news to share," he began, his voice low but commanding. "We've received a secret message from King Alfred. He has tasked us with a mission of great importance."

A hushed silence fell over the group as they listened intently. Uhtred continued, his words carrying a heavy weight. "We are to infiltrate the camp of a Thane who has been harboring ambitions against the kingdom. Our objective is to eliminate his son, who poses a threat to Alfred's plans."

The gravity of the mission hung in the air, and the fire crackled as they contemplated their roles. "This is no easy task," Uhtred said, his eyes meeting each of theirs. "But it is a necessary one. The fate of Wessex rests on our success."

Uhtred sat in front of his men, trying to keep cool despite the sweat that soaked through his tunic. He leaned forward and grabbed his sword tightly, resting it against his chest. "We could charge into battle and hope for the best," he mused. "Or we could be smart about this and plan a proper attack."

"I agree with Uhtred," said Finan. "We need to think before we act."

Sihtric cleared his throat. "But how do we infiltrate the Thane's son's camp?"

Osferth chimed in, "I suggest we scout out the area first and assess our options."

Uhtred nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, so Finan and Sihtric will lead the scouting party. Osferth and I will gather intel from the locals. And Aemma, you'll have to use your charms to lure away the Thane's son."

Aemma raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Uhtred smirked. "I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Still, under which pretense am I to lure him away? Should he think that he should help me? Or do you want me to lure him out for a rut? Because if it's the latter, I'm afraid that'll be difficult. These men could do it anywhere, hell, I've even seen a nobleman bending over a maid while she was cooking," Aemma said with a nervous twitch in her brows.

"I... I cannot think of anything to lure him out." She let out a sigh and rested her head on her arm, finishing her ale. "Come on, you lusty dogs, I'm sure you can think of something," she said with a small grin and watched Osferth turning a deep shade of red.

"I... ehm, I do not know...," he choked out and looked at Finan for help. "You're the kind of man that knows his way around these things? Or... Sihtric? Maybe even you, Lord Uhtred?"

Finan grinned mischievously and leaned forward. "I've got just the thing," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Aemma raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "Go on," she urged.

Finan leaned in closer to Aemma and whispered a plan in her ear.

Aemma's cheeks flushed as she listened, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her.

"I can do that," she said, a sly grin spreading across her lips.

Uhtred nodded in approval. "Good. We leave at first light. Everyone rest up. We have a long day ahead of us."

With the plans for the next day set, Uhtred bid everyone goodnight and retired to his tent. Finan and Sihtric followed suit, leaving Osferth and Aemma alone by the fire. The shadows from the trees danced in the orange light of the flames as Aemma stirred some more stew in a pot over it. She offered Osferth a bowl before taking her own, settling down beside him.

As they ate their meal silently, Aemma couldn't help but feel an odd sense of excitement. This mission was dangerous yet exhilarating - she felt like anything was possible right now. She turned towards Osferth with a smile; he was so composed despite all that lay ahead for them tomorrow.

"We can do this," Aemma said firmly, her gaze meeting his own determined one. "Our skills combined with Uhtred's experience will make us almost invincible." She paused for a moment as she thought about how far she had come since joining forces with these men months ago. "We can do this," she repeated softly before falling into silence once more, watching the lights flicker against her skin.

A few moments later, inside their shared tent, the awkward tension between Osferth and Aemma was palpable. They avoided each other's gaze as they settled onto their respective bedrolls, their movements careful and deliberate.

"Good night, Osferth," Aemma said hesitantly, her heart battling between desire and caution. They had dreamt of laying together and even of marriage - yet, as reality sunk in, she could not help but tremble in fear. If she gave in to temptation now, what would the other men think? She knew that Osferth would never hurt a pup that resulted from their time together - but what else did he have to offer?

“Good night, Aemma,” Osferth muttered reluctantly. He couldn’t help but glance up at the ceiling in search of the right words—words that he was unsure he possessed. The thought of her proximity had stirred something within him on their horseback ride, and he had to adjust himself discreetly in order to make sure she wouldn't pick up on it. Though it was his job to make a move, this situation felt more intimidating than any battle could ever be.

Time seemed to stand still as Osferth gazed upon Aemma, his heart in his throat. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes heavily lidded, her hair clasping her as if it were a protective forcefield from the world outside. Her white linen dress clung to her curves like a second skin and those soft full lips, Osferth thought he would never have the courage to kiss them. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her, yet fear of rejection kept him rooted in place. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, but in that moment, she seemed so much further away.

Eventually, the sounds of the night enveloped the camp—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft breathing of his companion. Just as Osferth began to drift into a restless slumber, he heard a gentle snore emanating from Aemma's direction.

He chuckled softly to himself, realizing that she was indeed just a human being, and not some part of his imagination. But the sound, strangely comforting, helped to dispel the tension that had plagued the evening. In the darkness, Osferth allowed himself a small smile, feeling a growing connection between them—a connection that was built on shared experiences, mutual support, and the promise of a brighter future.

With a contented sigh, he let himself succumb to sleep, feeling the warmth of the fire's glow and the soothing rhythm of Aemma's soft snores guiding him into dreams.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests, or know someone that is, but I’m feeling a Plo Koon x timid fem!reader fic, rating is dealers choice! Have a great day!!

Summary: Aboard the Triumphant, your fate is sealed amidst your numerous failure.

Pairing: Plo Koon / Reader

Word Count: 1K

Rating: F for Fluff. F for Foolishness.

Notes: The best means of healing and comfort isn't always through a plethora of words and wisdom — sometimes you just gotta yeet that shit out into space with new found friends and better opportunity. Oh and yeah, trust the force or whatever.

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/Reader Blue: Commander Wolffe Purple: Sinker, Boost, Warthog, Comet

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

You did what you were supposed to— or at least tried, for that matter. The instructions were pretty clear and simple even for someone who had just boarded the Triumphant after barely making the cut to be a medic. The choice was either to be retrained under a more draconian approach having failed a shy number of times, had it not been for the strings that latched onto your shoulder for having a guardian with amicable connections, or be decommissioned. Not that you would suffer the same fate as the clones for being an external resource, but to no longer be of contribution to the cause of peace in the ever-chaotic galaxy is no better than death itself.

And you were ecstatic —even for a fleeting moment when news of you being assigned to the 104th came about. You’ve heard so much of Master Jedi General Plo Koon and the Wolfpack that you couldn’t really blame why some clones aspire to be under the warm hand of the highly revered and ‘tamed’ Jedi as opposed to the boisterous bunch of Generals Skywalker and Kenobi. You were beyond elated that you’ve missed hours of sleep as you were finally jettisoned from Coruscant to board the venator-class ship that you’ve become quite a jittery mess.

And so here you are; standing before a box of refurbished datapads with not a single device flickering to life as if the protruding ports smashed and torn weren’t enough to instill how much of a failure you are — how much, a simple task efficiency eludes you as how all the tasks before today had done the same. 

You might as well just step off the ramp right now and float aimlessly in space to mirror the emptiness you bring to the galaxy with your pathetic existence, right? Might as well just step into the sun and at least allow yourself to be a source of kindling that may burn brighter and serve hope to the fallen like yourself. Might as well —

“Might I interest you in a little distraction, little one?”

Plo Koon, in his towering frame that was both intimidating and of a soothing presence, had placed his talon-clad hand over your shoulder; a gentle squeeze to merit your attention as you turn and immediately lower your head with irises shaken in search of words to offer your most-sincerest apologies for having brought the incorrect package.

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.” Even your apology was barely acceptable by your standards that you felt even smaller. So small that you were a rough estimate of twenty-nine seconds away from welling up for failing so miserably these past few days. It has deterred your morning routines of self-affirmation knowing fully that you are only to fail once more — and you have indeed yet again. You weren’t much of a talker either; you were that of a shy nature, timid on all accounts.

You hear a soft thud and wince — not that you were hurt or anything, but you were so easily frightened when it comes to failure, thinking he would have struck you or at least commanded a trooper to escort you out of the premises and off to the uncertainties of life. 

But no, it clearly wasn’t that at all.

As you gaze up to inspect the sound, you see Plo Koon holding a metallic bat made of scraps, worn of usage with blurred writings and the Wolfpack’s insignia drawn on different angles including the signage on the 104th’s ships, Plo’s Bros.

You watch his wrist turn and swing the bat lightly, testing it with a firm grip at the hilt. 

“When in training…” He began, pausing dramatically like the true, theatrical Baran Do Sage that he is apart from being a Master Jedi. “... the only failure is not to learn from your defeats.” 

Before you could ask, you see him turn, grasp the hilt of the bat with both hands, swing as one refurbished datapad flew over his head and met the bat with such precision that it was out in the vastness of space in less than a second. 

“Nice shot, General.” 

Your eyes were drawn promptly to Boost who offered a cheerful greeting and a wink, tossing another broken datapad in his hand ready to putt. Comet and Warthog beside him holding a singular digit of 1 and 0 in solidarity, while Sinker rummaged through the box of unusable datapads you’ve carried.

Plo turns to you and extends his hand, guiding and insisting you take the plunge. 

“Your turn, sweetness.” You hear Sinker from behind you, ushering you towards their beloved General who then welcomed you with a rather secure hold as he positioned himself behind. 

You feel the warmth of his palm enveloping the back of your hand in contrast to the stannic bat that latched on your grip. He guides your other hand to firmly take hold before leaning over your shoulder.

“Remember, my dear, you always pass failure on your way to success.”

With that, Plo steps a mindful distance and turns to Boost with a nod. “Consider this your official initiation to the 104th.”

And right before the turn of events fruition, you hear yet another voice approaching. 

“Ah, Commander Wolffe. How good of you to join us.” Says Plo Koon.

“General. Boys.” Wolffe replies in his stern and gruff note. “You do realize that I have to file a report on this.”

In fear, you turn to Plo whose brow creases were far from being tensed let alone bothered. He turns to Wolffe and motions for Boost to ready his aim. 

Wolffe sighs in both an exasperated and amused manner, arms tucked behind his back as he turns heel and bid farewell. “You best make that shot or you’re off this ship, miss.”

“You heard the commander. I believe in you, little one. Make your mark.”

And indeed you have —with a newfound determination and a steady grip, you’ve allowed yourself to not only trust in the Force, your new comrades, your new General, and your new role, but have also found it within you to trust the most important aspect of existence;

♥̷ ̷Y̷ ̷O̷ ̷U̷ ̷R̷ ̷S̷ ̷E̷ ̷L̷ ̷F̷ ̷♥̷

Welcome aboard the Triumphant, little love ♥ Where PloHours and 104th Foolishness is operational 24/7. I hope you enjoy this and that this was is at least a little close to your ask because oh-my-god, did I have to Google so much meaning equivalents of ‘timid’.

[beelmons]

If every book is a world, an Amazon Kindle is an entire galaxy

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader CW: Pre-established relationship Summary: Your boyfriend, Spencer, is a self-proclaimed technophobe. You offer a solution to all the books he often carries on his back during trips, an Amazon Kindle, perhaps you can make him grow fond of it?

—This is from all of us. Happy Birthday, Reid. —Hotch said as he handed him a medium-sized, rectangular box.

Spencer was happily, although a bit uncomfortably, sitting on his desk, recently blown candles on top of a chocolate cake, mind you with sprinkles on it. He was not big on birthdays, but ever since you joined the BAU you made sure no one would ever forget the special day again, a couple decades ago this world was blessed with the kind and loving existence of Spencer Reid, that was something worth celebrating in your books.

He took a second to thank everyone with a hug. For someone afraid of germs, he tended to get pretty touchy when he was feeling sentimental. The people around him cheered for the box to be opened, and with shyness in his eyes he complied to their desires.

—No way! —he excitedly let out—First edition “The Adventures of Tom Swayer”? Where did you even find this?

—The internet can be your friend, my friend. —Penelope palmed at his shoulder affectionately.

—Thank you, thank you so much, all of you, I know for a fact this couldn’t have been cheap. —his voice seemed to tremble a little.

—I did have to tap into my retirement account, but that smile was worth it, kid. —Rossi took a second to pat Spencer’s face, in that very Italian-dad-way that he always did.

—Yeah, my kids didn’t need college anyway, they have a very smart godfather. —JJ contributed.

There was an exchange of glances between the two older men in the office, shortly they excused themselves and wished for the party to continue merrily; in a blink they were shunned inside the Unit Chief’s office. The rest of the team remained by Reid’s desk; chatting, laughing, and eating the cake you had ordered earlier in the morning. As the piles of pending paperwork for past cases stared back at the cheery group, the people slowly began to scatter back to their desks, until it was only Garcia, Reid, and you cleaning up the desk area. Spencer didn’t like messy work spaces after all.

—I really hope you enjoyed your little party, boy genius. —Penelope said as she threw away the last of the disposable plates.

—I did, and thank you, once again, for everything. —he answered as his sight travelled from Penelope to you repeatedly.

—Don’t even mention it. —you said, your arms crossing over your chest. For a second, your eyes met, and you felt your heart skip a bit at the way they shined when you were reflected in them.

—So…—the blonde once again interrupted with a suggestive tone in her voice— I want to see the gift your girlfriend is gonna give you.

—Penelope, once again, I think it’s weird when you talk about me in third person while I’m standing right here. —you reproached her, and you saw Spencer chuckle shyly.

—Please, please, I just love couple gifts, they are always so intimate and personal, and you guys know I feed from your happiness, it’s like it recharges me.

—She gave me my gift last night when the clock struck midnight. She wanted to be the very first to congratulate me. —Spencer said in attempt to diffuse her interest.

—Ooh, spicy, I like your style.

—Not that! —you yelled with a laugh— I got him a night lamp in the shape of a Tardis, like the one from Dr. Who.

—It was a great gift. I really love it. —he kept his eyes fixed on you, a small smile drawn on his face.

—Really? —Penelope cocked an eyebrow—I mean, I don’t mean to pry, and that’s an awesome gift, but you guys have been together for a year, I would have expected whips or cuffs to be given away by now.

Spencer broke into an awkward laugh, and you mimicked him. It’s not like those things hadn’t been given as presents before, but it was more of a valentine’s day or anniversary type of gifts. For birthdays, you had always liked to do simple but meaningful things, to buy that one product that’s constantly in your cart, but you never buy because “it’s too silly”, or that useless kitchenware that will only take up space, but it’s so cute it would make you insanely happy, or that book that you know is going to be tacky and doesn’t feel “worth the money” but you still so desperately want, those are the kinds of gifts you liked giving each other, something that reminded you that you paid attention to even the smallest things, that you loved even the smallest things.

—Actually, —you began to explain— I do have a little extra something.

Both of your friends’ eyes opened in surprise as they looked at you expectantly. You took a moment to go through your bag and pulled a rectangular, slim black object. You let out a “Ta-dah!” sound as you showed the little gadget to them. It lingered on Spencer’s fingers for a second as he inspected it, but the moment Penelope realized what it was, her hands quickly snatched it away.

—You got an Amazon Kindle?! —she exclaimed with excitement.

—What’s an Amazon Kindle? —Reid asked in confusion.

—Oh, boy wonder, it’s only the future of reading, you see, in this tiny rectangle you can have millions of books altogether, and the screen even looks like real paper, but it’s all digital. This is a super cool and great gift! —she answered as she began to explore the interface of the tablet.

You watched with a smile at the glowing woman in front of you, she looked like a child being handed a new toy. The candid moment, however, did not last very long, couple of minutes later everyone was gathered in the briefing room with a new case in hand. As you broke up the gathering you had, Spencer took the reading gadget and slid it inside his leather bag for safekeeping.

Once the overall details of the case were explained by the round table, the team picked the “wheels up in 30” routine, grabbing go-bags, calling loved ones to announce that they were going away, and picking their favorite spot on the plane. The case took you all the way to the west coast, which was always one of the most difficult trips to take, long and paralyzing, since there was not much you could do before arriving at the hosting precinct. The second briefing, and a small exchange of theories and ideas, took place during the first hour of the trip, but with plenty to go, everyone decided to scatter once again.

Ever since the two of you started dating, you would often sit together during flights, whether it was on the couch or by the table, and when you wanted to talk more privately you would choose the dual seats that were facing each other. Spencer immediately took one of the individual face-to-face chairs, and you went over to discuss a couple topics with Morgan before you headed to make your boyfriend some company. You caught a glimpse of him at the end of the jet with a book in his hand, which reminded you that you had a fair amount of time to kill, and no entertainment in hand.

—Hey. —you said as you took the seat in front of him.

—Hey. —he replied, his book being lowered to pay you the corresponding attention.

—Where’s the Kindle tablet?

There was a small trace of sadness on your boyfriend’s face as you asked that question, and it took you aback. He reached for his bag and pulled out the digital reader, laying it on the table that was across him.

—Hey, uhm, I don’t want to seem ungrateful… —he started to explain and earned a confused expression from you—It’s a very thoughtful gift, and I appreciate it, but I really prefer reading in an analog format. I can pay you back for it, if you want.

You let out a quiet laugh at how cute he was being, and quickly your hand darted out to grab his.

—Spence, babe, relax. You truly are adorable. —you never used pet names when the team was around, but in that moment, everyone else had disappeared from the phase of the earth.

—I am? —even though he reciprocated the grasp, his face showed pure confusion.

—I know you, Spencer. You only have an iPhone because the bureau forced you to. With all the ruckus of the new case I didn’t have time to explain. I got the Kindle for myself, and a subscription to Kindle Unlimited, the real surprise was that I also took the time to look up some of your favorite authors, and I got their e-books downloaded to the Kindle reader. I know you always have a stash of books for trips, this is just in case you run out. I got your back, library rat.

You saw as his face lit up, his lips drew into a crescent, and his hand offered a reassuring squeeze on yours.

—I love you. —he muttered.

—Love you too, Dr. Reid. —you replied with a smile of your own and settled back for a comfy ride with your trustworthy digital reader.

The case had dragged itself long, almost a week you spent in California until you could apprehend the UnSub, and needless to say you were getting tired of not sleeping on your own bed. By the time the case was wrapped up, you couldn’t wait to get home, take a hot bath, and sleep for hopefully three days straight, although in your line of work you knew it wasn’t possible.

On the plane back, you took the couch and Spencer came along. He had devoured his current stash of books through out the week, and now was left with nothing but his own mind to distract himself from the never ending flight. He was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you, and you could see the way he kept peeking at the paper-like screen on your hands.

—What are you reading? —he asked curiously.

—The hunger games: Catching fire.

—I thought you had that in your apartment.

—I do, but I randomly felt like reading it again, and I happen to have it on here.

He let out a hum in agreement and you felt him slouch next to you, his head landing on your shoulder almost immediately. A few minutes went by, he continued to shuffle every once in a while, and you could tell, you could tell he was unable to fall asleep. His eyes continued to open from time to time, taking in glances of whatever page you were reading.

—So, she is trying to overthrow the government alone? —he asks quietly, his head still on your shoulder.

—Not really, the rebellion was just waiting for a token hero to serve as emblem of faith, but it had existed long before that. —you answered, your eyes still glued to the small tablet.

—It doesn’t make sense, her acts of defiance would have been put down faster by such an efficient government. Can you move to the next page?

At his request, you turned your head down to questioningly cock an eyebrow at him, a little bit of offense written on your face.

—Do you want to read it instead?

—No, it’s alright. —he said with a bit of embarrassment as he straightened himself instead—I would have to read the first book to make sense of it all.

—Oh, you mean… —as if you had magically snapped your fingers, you clicked your way through the interface of the tablet to land on the book you had just mentioned and, in a blink, you had the prologue already open; your hand held the device loosely before Spencer, offering for him to grab it —this one?

—The digital versions kind of slow me... —he began to exclaim in attempt to excuse himself.

—Slow you down? —you interrupted—Come on, genius, it’s the hunger games, not everything has to be read at a 20,000 words per minute speed. Just enjoy it, or mock its inaccuracies, or even laugh at its ridiculousness, but entertain yourself. When you get home, you wash your hands from the filthy metadata, and go back to your beloved physical books.

With a light huff he took the digital reader from your hands and began to read through the words on it. You took advantage of his focus to slide yourself beneath the arm next to yours, allowing it to rest on your shoulders, and let your head fall against the side of his chest; if you weren’t going to read about some silly divergent romance, might as well take a nap until you got home. He didn’t impose any resistance, JJ had mentioned once how he went to his own little world when he read, and apparently that fact wasn’t affected by the genre of the book he was reading. Your free arm took the liberty to dart across his stomach, and you were all set to fall into a slumber.

Three hours went by, and there were still a couple more to go, when Spencer finished the first book. To his surprise, his sight wasn’t strained, and even if, certainly, the read was slower than his usual speed, due to having to change the page more often since there were less words per page, it wasn’t that much different from reading a common book.

—Well, well, so all it took was a girl to turn you into inspector gadget, huh? —Morgan teased as he was making his way towards the bathroom.

—I still prefer holding actual pages, but it does come in pretty handy. —he turned quickly to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure and a dumbfounded smile appeared on his face, one that Derek recognized right away—It amazes me how she knows I’ll like things before I even know I’ll like them.

—Yeah, man, that’s what girlfriends do. —he chuckled in an almost mutter— I take it it’s going well between you two?

—Yeah. It’s going really well. —he felt you slightly shudder beneath his limb—Hey, Morgan, can you hand me one of the blankets? I think she’s cold and I don’t want to wake her.

His friend complied to the instruction as he pulled the fabric from one of the random empty seats behind him. He stayed to admire the way Spencer would use his only free hand to cover you up, part of the blanket landing on his lap as well. Morgan didn’t tell him about the way his eyes sparkled, or the content sigh that he let out as he admired your sleeping face, or the fool-in-love smile that he carried on that moment.

—Man, don’t let Hotch see you like this, he will write you up for inappropriate workplace behavior. Trust me. —Derek said as he got up to go back to his seat.

—Noted. Oh, and Derek, do you know how to change books on this thing? —he said in a rush as he noticed his friend’s intention, showing the kindle that was still in his hands—I kind of, uhm, want to know what happens in Catching Fire.

The muscular man couldn’t help but to laugh out of adoration, the boy genius had that effect in almost anyone who he met, it was what caught your attention in the first place; Morgan tapped on the screen a couple of times and opened the prologue to the second book, handing it to Spencer right after.

When you were alone yet again, and as he skimmed through the pages of the introduction, he felt something in his chest, like a glowing light that both pressed it down and made it feel like levitating at the same time. The hand that was around you travelled to your head, and in your sleep you couldn’t feel the way his lips pressed against the top of your hair in a chaste kiss. The love of his life in one hand, and a good book in the other, or well, a good book-ish, that’s all he needed to feel whole. If it helped him hold you as he read, perhaps this gadget wasn’t that bad.

After that day, you bought him his own Kindle, and he never left home without it.

[raayllum]

slowly, and then all at once

Summary: How and when did Rayla first start to find Callum's "adorable little snores" quite so adorable?Canon compliant fluff inspired by Rayla's letter, "Dear Callum."

a/n: bc we all need some fluff and canon can’t retroactively provide us some supreme pining!rayla content without us taking advantage of it, now can we?

Word Count: 2.1k

"I thought it would be hours before you fell asleep— before I heard your adorable little snores— and I could get up and write this letter."

—Dear Callum, TDP Reflections

As much Rayla feels a prickle of uneasiness she hasn’t quite convinced the boys — or, to be honest ( for once), Callum — that her binding is solely decorative, Rayla is relaxed as they make camp for the night. Relaxed, by water.

But the boys are so cheerful, determinedly taking up the task of assembling a campfire with so much inexperienced gusto that she can’t quite help it. Ezran bends over to help every small insect stuck on a nice dry log. Callum hems and haws over every possible page of his sketchbook he could use for kindling, even the ones he hasn’t actually drawn anything on.

Their slow pace and small talk with each other that occasionally loops back to her should be annoying after yesterday at the Lodge and today with the river, but... Callum had saved her, and they’d supported her as she bore her shame, his hand warm on her shoulder and Ezran’s sweet-natured gaze.

So she’s going a little soft. Sue her.

She has a much easier time being cross when night falls and her hand aches, her binding worsening under the light of the moon like some kind of cruel joke or precise form of punishment. Every time Rayla almost manages to nod off Callum gives a great big snore and breaks her sleepy stupor, Ezran blissfully unaware of it all. Maybe because he’s had a lifetime of practice, basically sharing a room with his brother (or so she’s gathered) but Rayla isn’t nearly that lucky.

She huffs, turning over onto her side. Can’t Callum ever be quiet, even just in his sleep?

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[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Yi qi and Otherwise

Okay, so. Dinosaurs. And fossils in general. Great inspiration for the weird and varied ways life has actually existed on Earth in the past, and thus a source of info for building more plausible monsters.

...Mostly plausible.

Never in a million years would I have expected something like Yi qi actually existed. A sort of bat-winged, somewhat gliding dinosaur, that the most current reconstruction work suggests both flapped and gilded; half bat-like, half flying squirrel.

(I can hear AtLA fans squealing, “Lemur!” Well, kind of. Only with feathers and a very sharp beak.)

I’m honestly wondering what kind of nest it would have built. Flat like a classic bird’s nest? A bundle of twigs and fluff like a squirrel? Something else?

What really struck me about the reconstruction, though, was “wow that has an uncanny resemblance to European dragon wings.”

At least, if you leave off the feathers. Granted, the kind of fossilizing conditions that preserved the wing membranes should have also preserved feathers. But legends change over time, especially when most of your words for “dragon” are related to “giant snake/worm”. And some European dragons did have feathers.

There are plenty of folklorists who argue that dragons are just a shorthand for “powerful forces we don’t understand”. Okay, maybe. But people need images to describe what we don’t know, and those could come from anything we see. Including stone bones.

Don’t just think of this for inspiring fantasy and SF, either. I recently ran across a picture of “fairy coins”; fossil crinoids in England, that break apart into starfish/pentagram shapes. I’m no Lovecraft expert, but given all the weird radial-symmetry aliens he had in his horror, I wonder if those are the original “star-stones”, meant to keep uncanny things at bay.

Well, most uncanny things. Necromancers should have a field day with fossils. And any spell or magical creation that works with bits of animals should stand a chance of working with the stone ones. And while we may never be able to recreate actual dinosaurs, some fossils preserve physical details and trace proteins, information we might be able to take together with some bird DNA to make... interesting animals.

Okay, that’s the SF version of the Mad Sorcerer drenching ordinary animals in an Evil Potion to create monsters. These stories last for reasons!

Which leads me back to Yi qi, and the world I’m trying to build. (And why writers should read widely.) I picked up the Kindle sample of Weird Dinosaurs because, well. Dinosaurs. I wasn’t expecting anything related to my story. After all, like most people I’d heard of feathered dinosaurs from “somewhere in China” back around the turn of the century. I hadn’t heard where.

Yi qi was found in Hebei. Related feathered dinos have been found there and in Outer Mongolia, North Korea, and Liaoning Province.

AKA large chunks of what was Jurchen and Goryeo territory. Ansi Fortress is right in the middle of there.

As in, the reality-warping microbes I have in mind would have access to plenty of myths, bones, and proteins if they wanted to make dragon-bird-other monsters. Wow.

Not to mention with Archaeopteryx and relations over in Germany, we should also have Western dragons covered.

Fossils are cool! Throw the beasts into even more fiction!