#just admit you don't know how to read and move on

[nakylvr]

megan x tmasc reader smut but reader has a tdick?

as someone who doesn't have much bottom dysphoria this is how i went about this req. please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable 🫡.

and a reminder, any transphobia on this blog will get you blocked immediately. if you don't like it, don't read. don't harass me over it.

FADING INTO YOU

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, established relationship, transmasc!reader, service top!megan, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

minors dni

laying on the bed in your room, you're scrolling through instagram on your phone with megan laying beside you, some show playing on the tv quietly while you both sit in a comfortable silence. her head rests on your shoulder as she looks at the tv, not really paying attention to what was actually playing though. she shifts lightly, lifting her head from your shoulder to look at you.

"yn?" she says softly.

looking away from your phone, you glance over at her. "yeah?"

"can i ask you something?" she asks hesitantly.

you put your phone down to give her your full attention, nodding your head. "yeah, what's up?" you can hear the hesitation in her voice and it makes you slightly worried.

"would you let me...try and make you feel good?" her voice is quiet, her hand resting on your chest as she sits up slightly.

"what?" you let out, eyes widening slightly. you swore you felt your heart stop for a second, not believing the words coming from her mouth. "you mean– i don't– i don't know, meg. i've never really–"

"please?" megan interrupts. "don't lie and say you don't try and relieve yourself when i'm not around, i've heard you before. please let me try? you can just tell me what you want me to do."

your face heats up at her words, your mouth feeling dry as you try to respond. "i mean..." seeing the expression on her face tells you that she's serious, and genuinely wanting to help you out. you slowly nod your head, "yeah, yeah, okay."

megan's face lights up when you answer, her hand cradling your face as she kisses you deeply. she moves so she's straddling you, your hands instantly going to her waist as the kiss that starts out slow changes. her lips move fast against yours, teeth biting gently at your bottom lip as you feel her hands trail down your chest, nails scratching slightly leaving you sighing into the kiss. she pushes her tongue inside your mouth, a quiet groan coming from you at the action, closing your eyes.

pulling away to breathe, megan looks down at you, smiling at the flushed expression on your face. "what do you want me to do, baby?" she asks softly.

your breathing is already irregular, your heart beating out of your chest as you try to form a answer. "i-i don't know," you reply, your voice shaking slightly. "anything, please. i trust you."

"okay," she nods, a warm smile on her face at your response. both at how flustered you were already and the fact that you trust her enough to do this. "don't worry, baby. i'll make sure you feel good," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

her fingers hook around the band of your sweatpants, looking at you to see any signs that you want to stop, before slowly pulling them down along with your boxers. your legs instinctively try to close, but she's quick to grab them and keep them open. she situates herself between your legs, lying on her stomach as her hands rest on your thighs.

"are you okay?" megan asks, looking up at you while her fingers draw little circles on your skin.

"y-yeah," you answer with a nod. "just nervous," you admit quietly, almost embarrassed.

"i know," megan says. "but, you trust me, right?"

"yes," you nod again.

"then just let me help you, okay?" she presses a few soft kisses on your thigh.

"okay."

pulling your legs further apart, megan starts leaving kisses up your thighs, occasionally biting down to leave a mark a few times. when her eyes finally meet with your center, she has to fight from the gasp in her throat from coming out as she sees your hardened tdick. you've told her about it before, but she's yet to actually see it in the moment when you would usually keep your boxers on while being intimate with her.

inching closer, she hesitantly gives a little kitten lick on it, causing you to gasp sharply, your hips bucking up. her hands grip your thighs a little tighter, keeping you from moving as she wraps her lips around it, sucking on it gently. a loud moan comes from you the second she starts sucking, your hand reaching for her hair to grab ahold of.

"f-fuck! oh my– oh my god!" you moan out, your fingers tangling in her hair.

megan looks up at you from her position, taking your reactions as good ones which has her starting to suck on it a little harder, her tongue experimentally licking up your folds, moaning into you at the taste of your slick. and judging by the way you moaned loudly, she figured she was starting off alright. her tongue swirls around your tdick, flicking over it a couple times feeling your hips jerk upward at the feeling.

"mngh, fuck!" you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut with your head falling back on the pillows. "m-more— shit!— please, please, baby."

hearing your words, one of megan's hands moves from your hip down between your thighs, her fingers dragging up and down your slick folds collecting the wetness before slowly slipping a finger in you. her eyes bore into you as your back arches off the bed from the intrusion, a little whine leaving your mouth while you squirm under her. she starts pumping her finger in and out of you at a slow speed, feeling how tight you were around her and not wanting to overwhelm or hurt you.

"oh my god!" you whine at the feeling, your voice cracking a bit. your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging on it gently at the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling.

carefully, megan pushes in another finger, feeling your walls clench around her tighter as more slick leaked from you, dripping down her palm and wrist as she slowly started to speed up. removing her mouth from you with a quiet pop, she looks up at you with big eyes. "does it feel good, baby?" she says, needing the validation that she was doing good.

"uh-huh!" you whine while nodding quickly. "s-so good— you're doing so g-good— fuck!" you gasp when she curls her fingers experimentally. "right there, right— oh my god!" your eyes roll to the back of your head when megan realizes and purposefully starts trying to hit the special spot inside of you, her long fingers reaching places you couldn't nearly reach whenever you tried to. you can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your breathing getting heavier with loud moans falling from your lips without any care. "mmnh i'm close, shit!"

a smile curls on megan's lips as she watches the sight in front of her. seeing you like this has her feeling a way that she didn't know how to control. she wanted to see you like this more. nothing but a babbling, whining, mess as you roll your hips against her hand with squelching noises echoing in the room. "you're doing so good for me, baby," she says sweetly, pressing kisses on your thigh. "go on and cum for me."

with one last curl of her fingers, you let out a long whine as your orgasm comes crashing over you, your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers. you breathe heavily with your eyes still closed, a quiet whimper coming from you as megan pulls her fingers out of you, feeling her gaze on you which makes your face heat up.

moving up your body, megan's hand cups your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at her with a fucked out expression on your face, exhaustion evident in your eyes. "you did so good, baby." she smiles at you, her thumb drawing small circles. "thank you for letting me help you."

"mm," you hum, nodding. "can we do that again soon, maybe?" you ask quietly.

"of course." she nods, her smile growing. "all you have to do is ask."

[crowliphale]

ALRIGHT.... after roughly three days and one complete re-work, i think i can now proudly show off my silly sims creation...

Madrick Roslof's House

(disclaimer: i know it's shown to be a cutesie little cottage in the module but hush i have an overactive imagination)

I took some HEAVY, HEAVY inspiration from @sweet-reaper's fic What Lies Between Us (as in, it was supposed to be a recreation but i'm more than 100% sure i messed some things up) so go give it tons of love!!!

Tour below the cut!

The Outside (front & back)

I'll admit I'm not the greatest exterior decorator, but I'm still happy with how it came out! I was going for a building that wasn't constructed professionally, but rather by the people living in it. Personalized, asymmetrical, kinda like my grandparents house...

The Foyer/Livingroom

You'll notice right away that Roslof has an absolutely chaotic variety of furniture, and that's completely intentional! I wanted it to feel like this house has been lived in for decades, becoming more of a place to store all of Roslof's trinkets rather than an organized space. For sims reasons I gave him a TV, but if it were purely dnd-based that wouldn't be there lol. The dollhouse is there for Hootsie, who's a toddler in my game!

The Kitchen

Kremy's baby. He practically lives in this room. Despite it being Roslof's house and kitchen, I REALLY leaned into the fact that this is Kremy's space. It's a lot cleaner than some other parts of the house, and feels slightly more updated while keeping that awesome vintage vibe. Not a ton to say, it's probably the 2nd most accurate to my initial vision while reading reaper's fic.

The Dining Room

Not a ton to say here! I honestly didn't even intend on adding a dining room at first, but realized i had an empty room that served no purpose, so why not make it a dining room? I'm really happy with the eclectic collection of chairs, and I felt like a genius for putting one to the side after I replaced it with Hootsie's high chair

~ UPSTAIRS ~

The Guest Room (currently Kremy & Gideon's room)

The MOST accurate to my vision while reading reaper's fic, I think the only part I wish I could change is that the table in the back is meant to be a vanity table. I also would've added more clutter and the shrine to the Baron, but I kinda just don't have the space/CC for that </3 otherwise I love this room!!

Roslof's Room (formerly, now deceased)

This one's the most lackluster in my opinion, I really didn't have a clear picture of what his room looks like. It's also likely getting changed in the future as Hootsie grows up--Maybe I'll move Gideon and Kremy into here at some point... either way it isn't awful, I wouldn't mind spending my final days in here.

Guest Room 2 (Frost & Gricko & Hootsie's room)

I think this is where I strayed the most from reaper's story. Not totally sure how the arrangement is in the fic, i haven't reread it in a minute, but I know I typically make the three other guys all bunk together... but as you can see, this room is WAY too small for that. So instead it's just Frost & Gricko & Hootsie. Didn't put a ton of effort in, but that's mainly because I don't think Frost or Gricko have very many worldly possessions to their names.

~ BASEMENT ~

The Workshop (Gideon's baby)

I literally just DON'T have the CC to make this work that great, but I tried to still arrange things the same way they looked in my mind! Again not much to say, without the proper CC it kinda just became a filler room.

The Storage Closet (Torbek's room)

Poor Torbek... FJDSKFS I'm actually so sorry I put him down here partially as a joke and partially because I couldn't remember where he sleeps in the fic. and because I was pretty much entirely out of space anywhere else. Sorry big guy, I gave you a night light as consolation

~ THE GREENHOUSE ~

The Greenhouse (the greenhouse)

THE GREENHOUSE!! It's my absolute favorite part of the build it's just downright gorgeous, I tried so so hard to make it work despite not having the correct CC/DLC, and I'm super happy with how it came out!! Literally all I would add is some hanging planters from the banisters this thing is great.

and... that's the house! Hooray! Not sure how else to end a post like this, so here's the worst photo ever of how the guys look (+ toddler Hootsie)

I'll probably make another post like this but for the family's closeups/outfits/traits if I notice enough interest for it.. anyway tho hope you liked my silly sims build!! go read reaper's stuff its actually peak i'm so serious!!

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][friends to lovers][oral (m! receiving)][couch sex][fingering][spit][deep throat][touching through clothes][anal play][leash][just the tip]

Kyle doesn't wanna admit he's having a good time, spending his Valentine's Day with his best friend instead of a romantic partner.

You're lounging lazily on the sofa beside him, attention on the screen of the TV while you munch absentmindedly on the snacks that are littered across the surface of the mahogany coffee table, your head resting on the armrest while your feet remain nestled in Kyle's lap while he massages the arch of your foot.

You're playing some stupid romcom. One of many that you found on some Pinterest list, and you're forcing him to watch it with you.

"Honestly, if I was her, and I found out I was part of a bet, I'd have set his hair on fire." Kyle comments offhandedly, his pudgy thumb brushing over where the frilly edge of your sock fails to hide the soft skin of your legs.

"His hair looks a little wet, though." You murmur with a hum. "I don't think it'd catch fire quick enough."

"It could be gel?" Kyle suggests. "Some hair gels are flammable."

"Nuh uh." You disagree with a huff, reaching over and grabbing your phone from the coffee table, before you open your Google, and your fingers fly across the keyboard at a speed that would be impressive if Kyle didn't know about your damn near crippling masturbation habits.

He knows you don't even do it because you're horny. You just get bored and you like to fidget with things.

"Yes, some hair gels can be flammable, particularly cheaper brands, so it's important to check the label and avoid using any gel that explicitly states it is flammable; if you're unsure, consult the product information or manufacturer." You read, your attention on the screen of your phone before you toss it aside, discarding the device.

"I thought because it's like... Wettish, it can't catch fire." You state with a hum, shoveling a handful of potato chips into your mouth and you chew, simply grumbling in annoyance when Kyle swipes his palm over your mouth to get rid of the crumbs.

"You know, gasoline is pretty wet. So is oil." Kyle mocks you, leafy gaze twinkling with amusement at the sight of your narrowing eyes.

"Technically, the human brain can't perceive wet, only cold." You respond, almost defensively and you feel the way his thumb digs into the arch of your foot, the sensation making your toes curl and a ticklish snort to leave you.

"That's bullshit." Kyle groans. "Where'd you even learn that? YouTube shorts?"

"Just because it's YouTube shorts, doesn't mean it isn't informative."

"Google it then."

You type, eyes narrowed and muttering profanities under your breath.

"The answer is no. Humans don't have receptors to perceive wet and instead, use the receptors of temperature and touch to create the illusion of 'wetness'." You read with ease, before letting out a snort of victory.

"Whose article is that?"

"Live Science dot com."

"See? If it doesn't come from Bill Nye's mouth, I don't believe it." Kyle dismisses you, his arms crossing over his chest and you groan.

"Shut up, and play with my feet."

Kyle continues to play with your feet, thumbs pressing onto the pads of your toes through the socks and he groans.

"Oh God, she's reading a poem about him now?"

"Kyle, you're ruining the movie."

"She should just kick his ass and get a move on. We're watching Monsters Inc after this."

"She can't kick his ass, Kyle. She's feeling complex emotions about how he makes her feel. It's not that simple, Kyehl."

There's a silence in the room before Kyle lets out a snort.

"Did you just call me 'Kyehl'?" Kyle questions you, amused, and his inky brow raises, tawny cheeks dimpled and the apples of his cheeks rise.

"Whatever, Kyehl. Just watch the movie."

Kyle lets out a huff of laughter, before his hands move higher, massaging the fatty flesh of your calves, fingertips digging into the muscle and pressing on the spots below your knees.

Before his digits lightly trace absent minded patterns on the backs of your knees, teasing the sensitive skin while his attention is completely on the screen. And you swallow, shifting a bit closer to Kyle and you can't really do anything about the way your thighs spread a bit more.

It's a tense, teasing game, entirely silent other than the sounds of romantic music that plays from the apartments around you, and the sounds of the movie playing. But neither of you are focusing on the movie.

Both just... Pretending.

His fingers trace patterns up your inner thighs, supple skin soft beneath his touch and Kyle's fingers ghost over the cleft of your cunt, the cotton shorts clinging to your flesh and goddamn, he loves that you don't wear panties after an everything shower.

Kyle listens to the way your breath hitches, and he keeps touching you.

Trying to test the waters as his thumb brushes over your folds, circling over where he assumes your clit should be and he knows it's there when your bottom lip finds solace between your teeth, brows twitching and cheeks tinting into a reddish hue.

And you swallow.

Hard.

Thighs spreading even wider, forcing the heart-printed shorts to shift, giving Kyle the most lovely peek at your smooth, glistening cunt. And he swallows.

Dragging his middle finger down your leaking slit before carefully slipping his digit into you, his hand shifting palm up and he crooks his finger, brushing against that gooey spot that makes your toes curl and your hips tilt in that salacious way.

Neither of you are focusing on the movie and it isn't long before the credits are rolling and Kyle's bodies looming over yours, his fingers fucking into your gooey cunt and your manicured nails are digging into his forearms.

"Shit, you're so good with your fingers..." You breathe out, your chest heaving and your eyes flitting between Kyle's, and his hand, the muscles in his wrist tensing with each pump of his fingers and you whine softly, keening into his touch.

"Yeah, I'm good with a lot of things." Kyle whispers softly, leaning over you and his lips press against yours in a sloppy, messy kiss. Your lips feel so soft against his. Pillowy and lush, melting perfectly against his mouth as your fingers rake through his hair, desperation causing your hips to move, trying to take his fingers deeper.

Harder.

Faster.

"You wanna show me what you're good at?" He offers you so sweetly, and you can't deny him. Not when his knuckles are kissing your slick and puffy pussy so gently, and definitely not when his tongue is tracing your ear.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

"Fuck, how did you get so good at this?"

Kyle's barely keeping it together, his lashes fluttering with each heavy breath he lets out, his eyes locked on the sight of you with his cock buried in your mouth.

Your head bobs rhythmically, your eyes on his as you stare up at him through fluffy lashes and your lips are wrapped around him so sweetly, your tongue moving against the sensitive veins on the underside of his shaft.

And Kyle whines.

"Those fucking eyes." He pants, fingers threading through your hair before ultimately fisting at the crown of your head, and he forces your head down, encouraging you to take him all the way to the back of your throat and kyles head tips back against the sofa.

His hips jerking upwards to meet your throat, soft tissue wrapping around him like a wet and cozy glove, your nose tickled by dustings of dark hair and your bottom lip has drool and precum trickling down it.

"You're so pretty." Kyle's thumb brushes a stray tear away from your eye, the sensation of holding your breath for too long is getting to you and you nearly choke before Kyle lets you come up for air. And you pant, thick, nearly opaque saliva, dribbles down your chin in thick, slimy frothy gossamers and you groan, using your saliva as you wrap your hand around Kyle's cock, pumping him as you lick at his swollen head.

This has been his fantasy for so long.

Seeing you with your knees digging into the carpet, your eyes tearing and lashes wet with unshed tears, your lips glossy and spit-covered, and your saliva dripping down his cock like how water splashes down the sides of a glass too full.

And it's accurate.

He's too full.

Heavy and full balls press against your bottom lip as you swallow him, allowing Kyle to feed you cock like he's always wanted and he groans loudly, head falling forward before you come up for air.

"Fuck, you're so slutty for me." Kyle whines, his lashes fluttering and his fingers dig into either side of your face, cupping your chin and leaning forward to press quite literally, the hottest kiss against your lips.

He can taste himself of your tongue but that doesn't stop him from sucking on the wet muscle, nipping at your bottom lip before he straightens up, carding his fingers through his hair.

And he swallows, chest heaving.

There's no fucking way he wants you this bad. His cock's twitching, weeping beads of precum that lather his cock alongside your saliva and he tries to figure out when you got this hot.

When you became his walking wet dream and he hits a blank. Before taking another deep breath.

"Get on the couch and bend over." Kyle instructs, his voice breathy and a low husk that makes your cunt throb needily, slick clinging to the fabric and making it translucent enough for Kyle to see your pretty pussy when you bend over, still in your shorts.

And God, is it pretty.

Pretty, slick folds, puffy pussy lips and a slit that just doesn't stop oozing for him.

And Kyle shifts, positioning himself behind you as he drags the tip of his cock against the fabric, nearly fucking the cotton into you with the way he teases your needy, neglected hole.

Before he lets out a sigh.

"I can't stick it in." He cards his fingers through his hair, although, his hips are grinding against yours, his cock nestled in the crease of your fleshy globes, fabric moved to the side and he stares at you with pure need.

Pure desire.

"Huh..?" You whimper softly, looking up at Kyle over your shoulder, only to find him staring at you like you're the prettiest fucking thing he's seen in a good long while.

Admiring every part of you.

Creamy, fat mounds, pillowy thighs and a pretty pussy.

But right above it, is a pretty furled rim, pulsing for him and he spits down the crevice of your ass, enjoying the way your back arches and Kyle's thumb traces the rim sweetly, attentively and he swallows.

"How about here?" He asks softly, slipping his thumb past the right muscle, feeling the way you clench down on him. So nervous, so hesitant and so fucking sexy.

"My... ass?" You think really long, and really hard before making an executive decision.

"Just the tip, okay?"

Kyle smiles at the rule, and his hand moves to fist his cock, readying it at your virgin hole, and his other spreads the fatty mound further away from the other.

Kyle's ring glows.

A bright, emerald light that twinkles so prettily before you feel a weight around your neck.

A fucking choke collar.

And Kyle sighs softly, his tip slowly stretching you out as he tightens his grip on your leash.

"Just the tip, yeah?"

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[lady-z-writes]

Butcher x you

In which Butcher is exhausted, and you suggest a good lay will help 😏

Cw: spanking, language, biting, unprotected sex.

"You look like shit," MM is the first to speak up and Butcher bristles at the comment.

"Big thanks to ya."

"Looks like you haven't slept," Hughie pipes up.

This just earns a glare.

"Have you tried melatonin?"

Butcher just grunts at Annie's suggestion.

"Or booze?" Frenchie pipes up.

"Or sex?" You throw out.

This stops him in his tracks.

Butcher raises an eyebrow at you before waving it off.

"Few nights 'a rough sleep and you lot are just a parade of fuckin' suggestions, huh? M'alright. Sheesh. Let's focus here, yeah?"

The rest of the day goes smooth- but you swear you catch Butcher eyeing you a time or two.

It stirs something in you.

---

Lights out, everyone's going home. Butcher still sits at his desk, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose.

You approach slowly, like he's a wounded animal.

"You alright?" You ask softly.

"M'alright," he nods, voice deep with exhaustion.

"I was serious, you know? About the sex. Works wonders."

He looks at you, then just beyond you to where the others are leaving. He lets himself give you a once-over.

"Oh, yeah? You offering?" The comment is soft spoken, you almost wonder if you're imagining things.

But he's standing now, towering over you, his presence igniting that desire in you once more. You've fought this for a long time.

You purse your lips, shrug.

"And if so?"

He tsks his tongue. "Dangerous territory you're stepping in, little dove. Very damning."

"I'm just trying to help," you tease, step closer, feeling bold.

"Ah, s'that it?"

You're toe-to-toe now, staring up at him under your lashes.

You bite your lower lip and he watches with hungry eyes and a soft groan. You practically feel the rumble with how close you're standing.

"If not..." you hum with a shrug, about to spin on your heels to leave.

He grabs your arm roughly.

A blink.

A smirk.

And you're pulling his shirt collar, angling up on your toes, crashing his mouth onto yours.

A low groan leaves him and the noise sends chills through you.

Before you realize, he's picking you up, carrying you to the chair, sitting down and letting you straddle him.

His mouth is on your neck and you're squirming a bit at the sensation of his facial hair on you. You feel his erection against you and a wave of confidence jolts through you.

His kisses move to your mouth again. You can't help but moan, grinding against him.

You make quick work of unbuckling and unzipping him. His warm, hard cock in your hand, you feel powerful as you give him a deep stroke.

You think of sucking him off, but it's as if he reads your mind and shifts your hips to press his tip against your opening. He shifts your panties to the side and begins easing into you.

He takes his time, lets you get comfortable before he starts manhandling you. Even though you're in his lap, he's completely in control - adjusting you, hands on your ass and guiding your speed.

It's maddening.

But so, so good.

He's all hands - all growls and deep groans. He leans back, head against the cushion, neck exposed so you pepper kisses and bites all over him.

"Y'wanted this, hm? Riding my cock. Don't think I'm oblivious, love. Gimme some credit. See you crossin' them pretty legs so tight under your desk. I see the way you wanted this."

You nod against his skin, shift your hips to get a deeper grind.

"Biding my time," you agree. "Wanted you so fucking much."

"Mmm...good girl."

The first time you cum, you're in his lap. After that, he still doesn't let you have any control.

He's shoving you up, pressing you back against the couch, spreading your legs again.

You let your hands wander, touch him as much as you're allowed before this whole thing ends and he changes his mind.

He groans when you dig your nails in, spanks you and squeezes your ass so tight you can't help but hiccup a breath.

"Won't be done with you after this," he admits when you notice his thrusts slowing. "Gonna need to revisit."

"Don't go getting my hopes up, Butch," you laugh. "This is what dreams are made of."

"You're damn right. Fucking diabolical."

He ends up coming on your stomach, a breathy moan leaving him as he strokes his cock over you.

Satisfied but so not, you watch him toss a few tissues your way.

"Clean up. We're heading to my place."

You're stunned - even when you're dressed and in his car.

This night...took a turn for the better.

Even better when you're pressed against the shower wall, soap dripping from you both as he kisses and fucks you again.

The hunger for each other calms down a bit when you're dressed in his shirt, laying beside him under the bedsheets.

Your leg draped over him, you press tender kisses to his bare shoulder. The exhaustion hits him quickly once he settles in.

"Now how's about you do me a favor and ride me again, lovey? Nice an' slow."

Of course, you oblige.

Tender kisses and slow thrusts, he's gripping at you, humming filthy things, and enjoying the view. One powerful orgasm later, he's spent.

You never expected him to let you stay. But, he really didn't have much time to kick you out between when you flopped next to him and when he was finally sleeping.

You'll deal with it in the morning, you figure.

Until then, you pull the covers up, shut off the lights, and snuggle into him.

[imaginationlover101]

I Have Nothing

Austin Butler x reader

A/N: Finally, after a long awaited time, Part Two to Trust Issues is here!!! This fic can be read alone as well! I hope that you all enjoy!!♡♡

Summary: Avoiding Austin since his reveal, Y/N is left with a burden to carry. The question still remains on whether or not she should reveal her true feelings to him. Who would have known that after 3 months, 1 night out was all it took to fix her doubts.

It was a long, tiring week, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my free time relaxing in the comfort of my own home. Even though I was at home safe away from the worries of work and gossip of friends, there was still one thing missing.

The fact that it had been 2 months since I've held a real conversation with Austin. Ever since that day in his apartment, I haven't brought myself to talk to him since. At first, for the first 3 weeks, it had been an ongoing cycle of missed texts and calls from Austin.

For a while, I would skim through our texts, picturing back to our last momenst together. But sooner than later, his calls stopped, voicemails became shorter, and texts slowed down.

I was becoming sick of seeing the "call me" texts, etc. After awhile i became fustrated with myself, contemplating if I should pick up the phone or not. I wasn't mad at Austin for admitting his love to me. It was more so the fact that I couldnt bring myself to the realize the remaining outcome. I was in love with my best friend and couldn't bring myself to tell him.

Negative self image is a horrible thing. Living with the idea that you are not enough, and can never find the "right one" is a horrible way to live. During middle school, is where it all seemed to start off. Teenage girls were always mean, and making freinds was always complicated. Boys never seemed to look my way (leaving me with endless trails of self worry). But then, out of the blue there was Austin.

Compared to all the mean girls and the guys that never cared to look at my way, Austin changed it all. The minute he moved into the small town I called home, I knew it was meant to be. It was almost as if the two of us clicked immediately. With a kind smile and a caring heart, from that day forward I knew Austin would always be there for me.

However, sometimes my heart seemed to think diffrent. Through all the awkward phases, script practices, theater nights to now the hottest upcoming actor the girls, fame, and media always seemed to get in the way. Leaving an underlying trail of insecurities and doubts. I never believed I was good enough for Austin, but it wasn't until recently that it all came into view.

The buzzing of my phone on the kitchen counter slowly brought me out of my thoughts. Groaning I made my way off the couch (which I had been situated at since 4 oclock, and had no plan at all to move)

Making my way towards the counter, I picked up my phone, bringing it to my ear. Suddenly a loud voice pieced through the phone."Y/N WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!"

Immediately I recognized the nitourious voice which belonged to my best friend. Laughing I began cleaning up the counter of old fashion magazines and cookbooks, I haven't seemed to clean up just yet. "I just got home Ivy, and I think I'm going head in for the night "

I could hear Ivy's exatrative sigh over the phone as she talked back and forth to people in her surroundings. The room was loud, and I couldn't make out what she was saying. "HEAD IN! Come on Y/N, how old are you. Helloooo did you forget were celebrating tonight? Come on Y/N come out with us everyone misses you!"

Over the phone I could hear an array of voices all screaming my name. I had to admit I did miss my friends, and although I did decline the offer to go our last week, I was slowly rethinking my descion. However, my laundry basket full of clean clothes, and fresh bedroom sheets sounded tempted. I knew my night was already complete with dessert and romcom later. "Hmm I don't know Ivy, I'm just not up to it right now."

For a moment there was a beat of silence over the phone, that was until I heard a loud gasp coming from the other side of the phone. "Y/N, I hope your kidding! I swear if your still at home thinking about that Austin guy, I will get you up out of that apartment right now. GIRLLL come out already!! Sasha, Chloe, Isabelle, and I are already here!"

Knowing that Ivy wouldn't stop insisting on my whereabouts and presence in the restaurant, I started to wonder why I shouldn't go out? I did miss my friends and maybe changing my scenery for a second would help. Soon, my mind started taking the best of me, and the ambiance of going out started to sound pleasing. Unlike seconds before, my mind was complety flipped and I now felt myself craving going out to be with my friends. Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?

Handing my keys to the valet, my stomach started to fill with anxiety. It had been the first time I had gone out in almost 3 months, and for some reason I was nervous. Making a note of my surroundings, i started to notice the growing crowd in front of the restaurant. I hadn't seen it this busy for a while and became suspicious with the paparazzi that lurked behind the entrance. What could possibly want now?

Walking with the hostess to the back of the restaurant, I already knew it was a good decision to come out tonight. Ivy had told me they booked half the back room, and as soon as I heard the screams from the girls, I knew my presence was known. Embracing them all with hugs, I began to make my way down to an empty seat next to Ivy and Sasha.

I had to admit, "Barneys" was definitely I had no problem coming out to. The front of the restaurant mostly had a dark and romantic italian vibe to it. Velvet curtains, little lamps on the table, gold silverwear, lovey seats right next to one another. Meanwhile, the back room held an open bar filled with a younger crowd, solizalizing and taking amongst one another. Everyone had a drink or two in their hands and a plate of hor dourves on the table. The back room was dark and romantic, and I couldn't be happier the girls picked this place.

The girls began to fill my hands with menus and suggestions on what drinks to order and a quick treat I should get. For a moment, I forgot all about the Austin situation and let myself be consumed with the talks of my best friends.

Talking about the newest drama in all of our lives, we listened in the best we could, of course, with the loudness of the restaurant and were hooked on every detail. Listening to one another and giving each other advice, we clicked our glasses together and wished for the best night.

"You know, I miss having you out with us Y/N. It's not fair you don't come out anymore!" Chloe says, picking up another glass of rosė. The other girls started to agree with her, and the conversation of Austin was soon brought up. The girls and I all stressed our frustrations towards Austin, until out of nowhere Isabella quickly cuts us off to talk about her latest wedding plans. It was odd at first, but the conversations began to flow.

Just as Isabella started talking about the newest caterer she hired for the wedding, all 4 faces of the girls' faces began to drop. Suddenly, Isabelle switched the conversation yet again and changed the topic to the dead daisies in her garden.

One by one, each girl started to act more and more suspicious. Sasha began to fill my glass to the rim with more wine, while Chloe started complimenting my nails, and Isabella kept on trying to keep my attention directly on her. Finally facing my attention towards Ivy, she slowly shakes her head and begins to rub my hand.

Suddenly for all but a moment, I heard a soft voice mutter "excuse me" as a chair was pulled from the table behind us. My breath stopped for a moment, my face growing seemingly warm. I could feel a precense behind me, but I couldn't seem to look up.

After a moment of disbelief, I turned to look up from my seat. After all this time of hiding and pretending here he was, standing mere inches away from me. I could feel his eyesight on me the minute I turned his way. For a moment, I started to stare at him not truly, believing that he was here right in front of me. As soon as he moved closer, placing a hand on the back of my chair I immediately ran out of my seat.

Looking back at that moment, I couldn't exactly remember what happened. All I know was that when I got up from my seat I had no plan to look back. I was thankful for the private bathroom the restaurant had as I made my way through busy crowd into the quiet hallway.

Finally, as I made my way into the bathroom, I was submerged with a second of peace. Staring at myself in the mirror, I felt a sense of urgency. I needed to get out of this restaurant and home quickly. The dress I had chosen to wear for tonight felt seemingly 2 sizes too tight, and my chest as if it was about to burst.

The man I had been dreading to see for the past few months just showed up at the same restaurant my friends and I were at. I guess the paparazzi outside should have confirmed my suspicions.

I was in no way, shape, or form ready to see Austin. After 5 minutes, I finally realized that hiding in the bathroom from my ex bestfriend was far too childish, but I couldn't seem to care. I had basically embarrassed myself in front of the whole restaurant, so hiding in the bathroom felt like a good idea.

Suddenly, a frantic knocking pulled me out of my panic as I paced back and forth across the floor. "It's occupied!"

I couldn't bother to listen to what the person on the other side had to say, I was too consumed in my own thoughts. But neverless the banging and knocking never stopped. You would think some people had manners?

For a moment, I questioned if the mystery person on the other side of the door could be Austin? At this point, I thought the frantic knocking was just an urgent customer needing to use the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the bathroom door. Ready to range my emotions at the unknown suspect, my theories were soon put into check when Austin stood on the other side.

There he stood in all his glory. Standing underneath the fluorescent light for the first time that night, I began to inspect the man standing in front of me. I hadn't seen Austin for quite some time, and I could slowly see the changes in him.

His hair seemed longer and more golden than before, but I couldn't tell if that was from the lighting or the way he styled it. The lingering facial hair that was on his face before was gone, and his face was now shaven clean. Dressed in a white sweater (one that I could have swore we picked out together), black slacks, and his favorite pair of black shoes, I was surprised to see him this put together.

For a second, I was happy to see him. All the memories and sadness I once felt were filled with a tiny bit of relief. Finally, after all this time of hiding, I was able to see the man whom I had been dreading most. I wanted to step forward closer to Austin seeking some sort of comfort, but that was all history after I remembered the reasoning for our fight.

Before Austin could speak, I hastily slammed the door in his face. But of course, that was before Austin wedged his foot in the bathroom door, catching the door with his hand. Pulling and pushing the door between each other, Austin finally had enough pushing the door opening. Stepping into the bathroom, Austin pulled me to the aside with one hand while he closed the door with another. I was finally alone with Austin, and I couldn't think of a word to say.

Realizing that he had finally won, Austin stood against the door in a motion that made me assume no one was leaving. Locking the door behind him, Austin turns around from his stance walking closer to wear I stood in the bathroom. Knowing that I couldn't run away from my problems anymore, I turned my back on Austin. I couldn't look him in the eyes not yet for sure.

Hearing a sigh from the man behind me, I tried to ignore my thoughts seeing as I wanted to turn around against my morals and talk to Austin. I could feel his presence behind me and craved the friend I used to know.

"I'm trying to fix things with you Y/N, but it doesnt help when you want to run away."

I still couldnt face him. I just began to stare plainly at the picture placed ever so crookedly on the wall. For a second I wished I could have become lost in the painting. Just run away from everything and this major talk with Austin.

I guess I had been completely incoherent for too long, because after a while Austin had pulled me away from the painting turning me around to face him. "Seriously Y/N, what are you doing? Why wont you listen to me? Why do you keep running away?"

"I'm not running away from you Austin, I just don't want to talk to you!" Austin nods his head hearing my voice for the first time tonight. Rolling his eyes he begins to make his way towards the wall opposite from me clearly offended by my awnser. Leaning his head in hands, Austin sighs trying to think of what to say.

"I don't get it Y/N, I tried everything! I've called you, texted you, I left you flowers. I don't know what I did wrong." I could tell he was becoming more and more agitated, but I couldn't blame him, how could I tell my best friend I've been avoiding him because I'm too selfish?

"It's just -" Sighing, I began to my trace my fingers along my frame, seeking some sort of comfort within myself. What could I possibly say to him that would make everything seem okay?

Taking a deep breath I fianlly bring my eyes to look at him for the first time this night. "Listen Austin, its me, not you, don't take it the wrong way."

Confusion began to run through his eyes, and his once smooth face became consumed in wrinkles as he scrunched his eyebrows up in worry.

"Don't give me that BS Y/N, I think your forgetting I know you better than anyone else. You cant run away from me anymore. Just tell me the truth, I want to help you!"

I knew I couldn't avoid this conversation anymore, but to be honest I was more embarrassed of it to say anything. In a softer voice than before I slowly made my way closer to Austin.

But of course not too close, I just had to get close enough to make out his face a bit better (or at least thats what I was telling myself).

"I'm not running away from it Austin, it's just.. it's embarrassing."

"You don't have to be embarrassed about anything Y/N. It's just me. I want you back in my life, even if you don't want it. Just tell me what's going on?" His eyes slowly drifted down to mine and for a moment I could help but let my eyes water.

Taking a deep breath in, I prayed that by the end of this conversation everything would work out. By all means this could either change everything for better or worse. "I love you Austin, as a friend, and as something more. I've always loved you, but loving you has always come with a side affect. People are mean, and they try to twist your words and make it sound disgusting. They criticize you and turn there backs and worship you the next day."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is you deserve someone better. You deserve someone who can take it all and throw it away. Your fans want someone who's beautiful inside and out, and I'm not that person, Austin. You need to find someone who completes you better than I do l."

Finally after weeks of holding it all in, I finally said what I needed to say. I had to admit I was scared, but that only lasted for a moment. I could only hope Austin would understand the reasoning behind my sudden leave that day at his apartment.

Suddenly the AC in the bathroom began to turn on again for it's second cycle, and the room was filled with cold breeze. A chill began to run through my body, which didn't help the underlying anxiety I held as I waited for Austin's response. Shivering lightly my attention was distracted for a moment as I began to rub my hand along my body.

I could have sworn Austin was about to leave. For a while he stood blankly staring at me taking in each word that I had said to me. I couldn't see it then, that night Austin had looked at me with eyes I hadn't seen since we were kids. The eyes of someone who had heard news that broke his heard. After all the time of wishing he would go away who would have know that telling the truth would have been the biggest awnser of them all.

Austins reaction to my speech was far from anything surprising. For a moment he turned around staring at himself in the mirror behind him. If anything he looked more disgusted than sad. His face merely turned sour at the words of me not being good enough in his eyes, and I could tell he was trying to hold back what he truly wanted to say.

Through the mirror I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, running the once perfect slicked hair he had just a moment ago. Finally turning around to face my way, Austins face was started to become slightly red and when I looked at him again his eyes seemed to match mine. Frustrated, confused, but oh so in love.

"I just dont understand Y/N, how could you say those things about yourself when your not them at all. Why are you trying to look through the eyes of other people, when the only eyes you should be looking through right now are mine. I could care less about what other people think or how they act around me. The only person I care or ever cared about was you, and I'll be dammed if these "people" are going to ruin something that we have!"

Taking a step closer to me, Austin moves so that our feet are directly across from one another. The tears that I so desperately tried to hide emerged, and soon the facade that I held was broken. Placing a hand on my face, he begins to cup my cheek leaving little to no space available between us.

Staring up into his blue eyes, I could feel his eyes directly on mine, and I knew I had his utmost attention. "I love you, Y/N, and I'll never stop loving you. The opinions of others are never going to change how I feel about you."

"I love you too, Austin." In a voice as soft as a whisper, I lean in closer so that my hands could slowly trace around his neck. With my face underneath his, he leans in locking his eyes with mine. With our faces near one another, he leans in sealing our lips together in a comforting embrace.

Finally, after months of hiding my feelings, Austin finally knew how I felt. After Austin and I walked back to our tables adoring a smile (none of of our friends had seen before), we walked hand in hand happy with the outcome of the night.

For once in our lives we didn't have to pretend that our feelings for one another were in the dark. After years of hiding away I knew that Austin and I would never be the same as what we were. From that day forward I never had to worry about the underlying opinions from those who weren't Austin. Anytime I had a doubt he was quick to reasure me, and from that moment on I was quick to tell myself that I didn't need to worry because I am his and he is mine.

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All of You, All of Me (Intertwined)

It's Valentine's Day.

It also happens to be Emily and Aaron's first date.

-x-

Hi besties <3

Happy Valentine's Day. I know it's a hallmark holiday, but I love love (brb I'm having flashbacks to my Percy Bysshe Shelly module in my English Lit A-Level) and I love all of you!

So, even if you don't celebrate - I hope you enjoy this. It's very soft, a little silly and hopefully funny in parts <3

As always, let me know what you think! -x-

Warnings: None

Words: 3.3k

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“How about this one?” 

Emily looks over at JJ, sighing when she sees the card she’s holding up, the word love practically flashing at her from the design, “No, JJ. It can’t say ‘love’ on it.”

JJ blows out a steady breath and nods as she puts the card back before she smiles and picks up a new one.

“This one has a train on it,” she says, her smile irritatingly close to a smirk as she holds it up. Emily glares at her as she snatches it from her, careful to make sure she doesn’t bend the card as she places it back in the rack. 

“That’s the card Ralph Wiggum gives Lisa in The Simpsons,” she grumbles, blowing out a breath as she looks at all the cards and groans, “This is hopeless.” 

“Okay, what about this one?” JJ says, holding up another one, “It’s got a pun about pizza.” 

Emily sighs, “JJ - if you’re not going to help-”

“Em, you’re overthinking this,” JJ cuts over her, her smile kind, the teasing edge of it softening as she tucks the card with a cartoon slice of pizza on it back in its spot, “It’s just a card.” 

Emily rolls her eyes, “Of course, I’m overthinking it,” she looks around them and lowers her voice, making sure none of the other people in the store overhears her, “I’m finally going on my first date with Aaron and it’s on fucking Valentine’s Day.” 

When Aaron first asked her out on a date, the taste of finally on the air, she’d been as close to giddy as she ever remembered feeling. Excitement bubbling in her gut as she thought of them taking the step she’d been hoping they would for months. Somewhere along the way, he’d become her best friend, the person she trusted most in the world, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him in it. She spent most of her spare time with him and Jack, and when she was with them she felt safer, felt more at home, than she thinks she ever had. 

She loved him. She knew she did, had even admitted it to Penelope and JJ that she did after one too many drinks on a recent girl's night, but it scared her. Made her feel vulnerable, flayed open whenever he was around. He managed to sneak under every barrier she’d ever built around herself, the foundations of them shaky after everything that had happened with Ian and her time in Paris. She loved Aaron, could see herself having everything with him, but she’d been nervous to move past friendship because she was worried about losing him if everything went wrong. 

In the end, he was the one who’d jumped for them both. His smile soft and nervous as he asked her if she wanted to go for dinner with him. It had taken her a second to realise what he was asking, her feelings for him clouding the usual intelligence she prided herself on, but it had been enough for him to start to doubt himself. He’d started to trip over his words, his eyes slightly wide, and then she kissed him, something about his nervousness that she found reassuring. The confirmation she needed that she made him feel just as flustered as he made her. 

Organising their date had, as it turned out, been the hardest part. They’d been delayed more than once by a case, and then Aaron had childcare issues, and they’d somehow found themselves with the next available day for their date being Valentine’s Day. It had piled on the pressure, made her overthink every aspect of the date, but she didn’t want to rearrange again, didn’t want to delay it. 

Especially because Aaron was a gentleman to the core and had refused to go any further than the kisses they’d exchanged since he’d asked her out. He kept putting on the brakes, his smile achingly handsome when he told her he wanted to ‘do it right’ and take her on a date first. Even though she was sure he knew her better than anyone ever had, even though she knew there was very little he could learn from her over dinner that he didn’t already know, she’d agreed because she knew it was important to him. 

Emily groans as she looks at the cards, “Why do they all say love on them?” 

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” JJ deadpans, and Emily glares at her, “Why does it matter so much, you do love him.” 

“But he doesn’t know that.” 

JJ chuckles, “Em, you do remember what he does for a living, right?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at her, “He knows.” 

“JJ-”

“Have you got a gift at least?” JJ asks, cutting over Emily’s warning tone, “Or am I going to spend the rest of my life helping to buy my boss a Valentine’s Day gift?” 

“I’ve got the gift sorted,” Emily replies, looking over the cards again, “That was easy.” 

“What did you get him?” 

“A new watch,” Emily says, not even looking over at her, “The face of his is damaged.” 

JJ pinches the bridge of her nose and presses her lips together as she looks at her friend’s profile, “What kind of watch, Emily?” 

“What?” Emily asks, finally tearing her gaze away from the cards, “Oh, a Rolex.” 

JJ’s mouth falls open, and a chuckle escapes her, “You’ve spent north of, what, $10,000 on a gift for him and you’re overthinking the card?” She laughs again, “You’re terrible at this.” 

Emily scoffs, “Of course, I’m terrible at this. Why do you think I invited you to help me?”

“Invited. Forced. Half a dozen of one, half a dozen of the other,” JJ says, smiling at her as she picks out another card, “What about this one?” 

Emily takes it from her and looks at front of it, the large pink heart on it surrounded by the question ‘Be my Valentine?’ and she sighs, “That will do I guess.” 

“Thank God,” JJ says, “Now,” her smile turns mischievous, an edge to it that looks almost entirely too much like Penelope’s doing, “Let's talk lingerie.” 

“Absolutely not,” Emily replies, smirking as she turns away from her, ignoring her friend as she shouts after her.

“You’re no fun.” 

She turns to look at her, throwing her a wink, “I’m actually planning on being a lot of fun.” 

___

He was nervous. 

He’d never actually asked someone on a date before he asked Emily. Haley had asked him out when they were in high school, braver than him even then, and he felt nothing short of ridiculous for making it so far in life without knowing how to date. 

A feeling that only increased when it became clear their first date would be on Valentine’s Day of all days. 

He’d spent longer than he cared to admit agonising over the card he’d bought Emily, something he’s sure amused the sales assistant who asked him if he was okay three times before he finally made his decision. The gift had been the easy part. He bought her something she’d mentioned off-handedly weeks ago, a fact about her that he’d stored away for a moment like this. 

He wanted to get it right, because this wasn’t just anyone - it was Emily. He’d loved her for longer than he cared to admit to himself, and been attracted to her for longer than that. She’d thrown him off for the start, something about her effortless beauty and striking intelligence enough to knock him off kilter from the first time he’d met her. She’d snuck under his defences, tore them down one by one with her empathy and her kindness, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done before her, his life now split out into two distinct parts. 

He blows out a slow breath and double checks he has everything before he gets out of his car - two cards, one from him and one from Jack, flowers - sunflowers so he didn’t poison Sergio - and the gift he’d bought for Emily. The walk to her apartment has never felt longer, each step a feeling like it takes him a lifetime, the hallway stretching out in front of him as her door seems to get further and further away. He gives himself another moment when he reaches her door, swallowing thickly before he knocks. 

She answers quickly, barely a few seconds passing before the door opens, and he’s blown away by her the moment he sees her. She’s beautiful. She’s wearing a red dress, the material clinging to her like it had been made for her, and she’s curled her hair, the ends of it catching on her collarbone. Her make-up is a little heavier than usual but all he can focus on is her eyes, he gets lost in the depth of them just like he always does. He feels his cheeks burn when she clears her throat, her smile soft and teasing when he realises he’s been staring.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she replies, sinking her teeth into her lower lip, desperately trying to contain her smile, her cheeks aching with it anyway. She looks him up and down, ignoring how her stomach flips as her eyes linger on the open top buttons on his shirt, “You look pretty good yourself,” she steps back, “Come in.”

He nods and hands over the bunch of flowers, “These are for you.” 

“Thank you,” she replies as she takes them from him, feeling nothing short of ridiculous for how a shiver runs through her body as their fingers brush against each other, “I love sunflowers. Do you want a drink?”

He looks at his watch, “Yeah, we have time before our table.” 

“Wine?” She asks, pulling a vase from the cabinet and filling it with water. She smiles when he nods, “There’s a bottle of red on the side,” she says, tilting her head towards it, “And you know where the glasses are.” 

He nods and places the cards and the gift box on the table before he gets to work pouring them a glass of wine each. When he looks up at her she’s smiling at the cards and the gift, “They’re for you.” 

She chuckles, “Thank God for that, would have been awkward if they were for someone else,” she stamps her lips against his cheek, smiling to herself when she feels him suck in a breath, “I’ll go get yours.” 

He watches her go, his eyes lingering on her legs as she walks away, the red soles of her heels drawing his attention to them before she disappears from view. She’s back within a few seconds, a box and a card in her hands and a nervous smile on her face. 

She places his gift and card down on the kitchen counter and clears her throat, “I’m not even sure how to do this.” 

He smiles, something about it soft and reassuring, and he pushes one of the cards he’d brought over towards her, “Why don’t you start with Jack’s card?” 

“Jack got me a card?” She asks, her smile so wide her cheeks ache as she picks it up and opens the envelope. She swears she can feel her heart double in size as she looks at the card, the little boy’s messy handwriting and a drawing of what she assumes is meant to be her, him and Aaron emblazoned on the front. She opens it and reads the message on the inside, the I love you in his uneven scrawl almost enough to make her cry, “This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“He did it all himself,” Aaron says, “I was only allowed to help with spelling.” 

He was oddly jealous of his son, of how easily he could admit his love for the woman who had captured both of their hearts. The woman who had helped them both heal after the unimaginable. 

“Well, I’ll have to tell him thank you next time I see him,” she says, standing the card up on the counter, sure that she’d end up keeping it on her fridge forever, and her eyes drift back to the other cards and the gifts, “Your turn?”

“Why don’t we do the cards at the same time?” He suggests, and she nods. They laugh as they pull the cards from the envelopes, both of them realising they’d somehow, with all the options available, bought each other the same card. It eases something in both of them, tears away the last strips of awkwardness as they smile at each other fondly. She bumps her shoulder against his as she gets closer, removes any distance between them as she shifts one of the stools at her kitchen counter closer to him before she sits on it, her fingers tracing over the box he’d brought over. 

“Can I go first?” 

He nods and pushes it towards her, anxiety licking in his gut for the first time since he’d made the decision on what he was buying her, “Of course.” 

She smiles as she rips open the wrapping paper, her smile turning curious when she sees the looping French words on the outside of the box. She gasps as she opens it, the sound turning into a chuckle as she’s met with the sight of a box full of mille-feuille. 

“Aaron…” 

“You said you haven’t been able to find any decent mille-feuille since you came home,” he says, butchering the pronunciation and smiling nervously at her when she looks up at him, tearing her gaze away from the pastries, “I did some research, and these are apparently the best in DC.” 

She struggles to suck in a breath, her lungs stuffed full of everything she wants to say but can’t yet, the flowers of love she felt for him taking up all the space in her chest. He’d gone out of his way to do this for her, the street address of the bakery printed on the box told her that, but he’d also listened to her lament how the only thing she missed about her time in Paris was the amazing mille-feuilles that never seemed to be done quite right in the US. A comment she’d thrown out without thinking, without knowing he’d picked it up and kept it safe somewhere near his heart 

“I don’t even remember saying that,” she says, looking back down at the gift, “How do you remember that?” 

“I remember everything about you.” 

She’s surprised her smile can get wider, but it does. She’s surprised she can love him more than she already did, but she does. She cups his cheek and leans in to kiss him, the first, but definitely not the last, press of her lips against his that evening. She strokes her thumb over his cheek when she pulls back to look at him. 

“Thank you,” she says, kissing him again before she carefully tucks the lid of the pastry box back into place. She grabs the box with the watch in it and hands it to him, her eyes flicking to his empty wrist before she looks up at him, “Your turn.” 

The weight of the box immediately concerns him, guilt at just buying her pastries, already sparking in his gut. It catches fire as soon as he sees the Rolex logo, his eyes wide before he can even look at the watch itself. 

“A Rolex?” He says, stuttering uncharacteristically as he looks up at her, “Em, this is too much-”

“No,” she says, smiling despite his nervousness. She’d anticipated this, had known no matter what he brought her he’d argue that the watch was too expensive, that she’d spent too much money on him, “It isn’t,” she shrugs one of her shoulders, “You need a new watch.” 

He swallows thickly as he finally opens the box and looks at the watch, the steel face grand and shiny as it looks up at him, “This is…”

She takes it from him and takes the watch out of the box, pulling his left wrist towards her, because he wore it on his left despite being left-handed. It was something she’d made fun of him for endlessly, reminding him that most people wore their watches on their non-dominant hands, but it was a detail about him that she loved. Something she couldn’t help but smile at every time she noticed it. 

“It’s supposedly indestructible,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him as she loops the watch around his wrist, “So you won’t be able to break this one,” she smiles when the latch clips into place, her finger lingering over his pulse for a second longer than necessary, “And, this outside bit lets you set a second timezone. I thought it would be nice for when we’re on a case in a different timezone to Jack.” 

It feels like his chest is collapsing in on itself, the weight of her love for him, the way she’d thought so much about a watch that probably cost more than his deposit on his first house, briefly overwhelming. He looks down at his wrist, only realising then that they are holding hands, and he squeezes her fingers between his. 

“I only got you pastries.” 

He’s surprised that she laughs. It makes him look up from their joint hands, his eyebrows furrowed together as their eyes meet. 

“Aaron, I can buy myself jewellery. I don’t need you to…” she drifts off and looks at the box of pastries, “You listened to me when I didn’t even realise I needed to be listened to,” she smiles at him, hoping he ignores the shake to it, “I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before and that’s worth so much more than anything you could buy in a store.” 

He smiles at her and this time he leans in, his nose pressed against her cheek as he kisses her. She sinks into it, and sighs contentedly as she wraps her arms around his neck, shifting impossibly closer even though they are both still sitting on stools. He pulls back as one of his thighs slots between hers, his knee forcing her legs wide enough that she can feel the tightness of her dress around her thighs. 

“We should…” he says, clearing his throat, his voice as rough as she’d ever heard it, “We should go to dinner.” 

She nods despite herself, despite the desire she feels flicking in her veins and the overwhelming urge to just lose the deposit they’d put down to secure a table on Valentine’s Day. She wants to remember this. To tell their kids and grandkids one day about their first day on Valentine’s Day. How they’d bought each other the same card and held hands over a table in a restaurant neither of them would remember the name of. 

She’d almost hate him for turning her into such a romantic if she didn’t love him so much. 

“Yeah,” she says, stamping her lips against his one more time, “Dinner. Then we’ll come back here?” 

He nods, his forehead knocking against hers, “Then we’ll come back here.” 

Two years later, they spend Valentine’s Day in Paris. Their tour of France on their honeymoon landing them in the city of romance on the most commercially romantic day of the year. They eat mille-feuille in bed, and he sets the second timezone on the watch she’d given him to the time back in DC. It’s perfect, and makes her fall back in love with a city that had once lost its shine for her, and when she leaves this time, she doesn’t only miss the pastries. 

[dellamortethelesser]

The Wigmaker Job

Notes and Thoughts - Part 5

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | pt7

DISCLAIMER: These posts I'm doing are my own analyses and are done with the intentional eye to examine the relationship between Lucanis and Illario. I try to source all my assertions from what the text is giving me. This is not Lucanis critical nor should it be taken as such.

"bad timing, mia cara" ← why did he say that. i mean i get the whole bad timing thing but why the pet name. oh Illario…. anyways. i did pick up in the middle of the scene because we have a lot of ground to cover. Lucanis is the one who takes note of the really bad state poor Effe is in

She doesn't know her own age, severely underweight, her hair has been ripped out—bad just bad. Lucanis is the one who tells her to go on her way, seething with rage all the while.

Illario protests, saying that she's seen their faces and thus the contract is compromised. Lucanis bets of her bluffing for them, and she asks if he's a Crow. Lucanis admits this… Illario chides him for doing so. They let Effe go on her way.

"Never known you to have a soft heart," Illario murmured. Lucanis's right cheek muscle twitched. "She won't talk." "This isn't Antiva. We're not heroes here." "We're not heroes anywere, cousin."

Before I jump into the next bit, I want to talk about this! I worry that people falsely attribute the 'we're not heroes anywhere' quote to Illario, but it is LUCANIS who says that! Illario is the one who seems to imply that they may already have a sort of patriotic reputation in Antiva—a reputation that is the one Teia builds on in Veilguard!

Lucanis is the one who points out that the work they do isn't heroic. It's mercenary and fueled by coin. I still think it's interesting that he's the one who says that because he's still at odds with what an assassin should be concerned about. Illario says that he hasn't known Lucanis to have a soft heart—he let a witness walk free.

Illario rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. The Venatori already have your name. If they learn your face—" "I'll grow a beard," Lucanis smirked. "They'll never see me coming." Illario's frustration deflated. He grinned reluctantly. "That cavalier attitude's going to get you killed." "It's served me well so far."

I'll grow a beard… the infamous Veilguard beard reference <3 really charming to me that they did pick it up from the book lol

I had thoroughly underlined the 'grinned reluctantly' part of this passage. I don't think Illario's frustration is genuinely fading, more so he's putting it aside to focus on the job and the situation. The fact he points out that Lucanis's cavalierness is going to get him killed…

I think it's a link to the conversation at the end of the short story. Lucanis does not care about the right things—he cares about people, and slaves, and justice, but those aren't things an assassin needs to care about. He needs to care about the risk and where he stands with the Crows, and he needs to start CARING about how Caterina is pitting them against each other. But Lucanis ignores all of that.

Anyways. We move to the next scene, where Lucanis and Illario are on their way into the room with the slaves.

Lucanis went first, showing Illario where to place his feet.

Remember that line for later. We're going to come back to it with The Wake analysis.

The slaves are in fucking horrid condition. I'm not going to be recounting it here because it's a bit graphic but you can read along in your own books <3

Lucanis stumbled back, his mouth dry. Something inside snapped. 'Death's too good for this bastard'. Illario touched his arm. Only then did Lucanis realize how quickly he was breathing. He closed his eyes. 'Remember your training', he told himself, and suddenly, he could hear the tapping of his grandmother's cane, the hard elegance of her voice. 'There is no place for emotion in killing. It's sloppy. File it down. Make it useful.'

Pausing here so we can pick apart at this passage for a second. We start with Lucanis reeling back in anger at the horror of what he is seeing. He's incensed on behalf of the people that Ambrose is harming. What surprises me here is how vastly different his reaction is to Illario's.

Illario, ostensibly, seems level and unfazed, or at least he is masking it better than Lucanis. To the point where Illario puts a hand on him to bring him back to center! I also love the insight that we get into Caterina here… she tells the boys there's no place for emotion in killing.

But also to file it down and make it useful? I don't think she's saying they need to be emotionless but rather that they need to control their emotions, stay aware of themselves. We don't have the insight into Illario but I don't think that Lucanis is NOT doing that. I'd argue everything he does from this point on is emotionally led.

That doesn't mean I think every decision he makes in this story is a good one—morally, yes, but pragmatically? No. I'm getting ahead of myself, though, there's the next part of this passage I want to peek at.

'Make it useful', he repeated to himself. With slow, controlled breaths, Lucanis flushed the rage pumping through his veins until he could think clearly. Ambrose would die—that was certain—but he couldn't walk away from these people.

My above points stand.

"What are you doing?" Illario whispered. "Breaking their shackles." Illario stared. "That's not the job." "Fuck the job."

Notes I scribbled around this specific part of the passage incoming:

'Once again, Lucanis is pushing past the terms of the contract without consulting Illario.' 'Is Illario following or being dragged?' and 'He's risking the contract to do this, but he's the favorite. Does Illario even have room to say no?'

"That's not the job" & "Fuck the job" respectively are almost the thesis of the story in and of itself—Illario wants a plan, a solid follow-through, whereas Lucanis is taking twists and turns until it's not about killing on a contract but freeing slaves and killing for vengeance. It's really an interesting dynamic from this point out because it widens a gulf between them.

Red lyrium note later in this passage which really does not come up in Veilguard like it did in previous installments of the game.

Sensing thinness in the Veil again—really would have liked to have gotten more details in Veilguard about Lucanis's abilities but Spite took precedence. Which is… fine, but it means we do see a disparity between this book and the game release.

Lucanis grabs Illario's wrist and hits the pressure point at the base of it to get Illario to drop his dagger. Insane move—I see why Lucanis was doing this (he had a different plan to handle the kill, re: the Fade orb in the room) but I would be so pissed if I was Illario lmfao. He let Ambrose get away! Their contract!

Illario wrenches his arm free. "Have you lost your mind? We had him!" "He doesn't deserve a quick death."

Objectively shouldn't matter what he 'deserves'. They're assassins and they are paid to kill. Illario knows this, Lucanis has been set up and shown to be more emotional and sympathetic to the point of interference.

"Did you forget the mess you left upstairs? What do you think will happen when Ambrose finds his bodyguards slaughtered?" "Hopefully he panics. I want him scared." "He'll flee," Illario asserted. "And this contract will be forfeit. Your life will be forfeit."

Two things I want to note here: One, that Lucanis is confident he can still kill Ambrose even with the situation shifting the way it has, and two—Illario's concern for Lucanis. If Crows fail a contract, as has been stated and confirmed consistently, they are eliminated as operatives for the House of Crows.

Interesting that the focus is on Lucanis's life—was anyone else aware that Illario was also on this contract? Or because it is Lucanis who accepted it, it is only his life on the line, regardless of assistance from other Crows? Fascinating to consider.

"Don't worry, cousin. He'll die. But in the right way."

Literally should not be Lucanis's place to determine this. They had a shot and they didn't take it—he wants the perfect vengeance, Illario wants the job done.

Illario threw his hands up. "Death is death! There's still time to chase Ambrose down. But we need to leave. Now. Magic isn't my forte, but even I know red lyrium is bad news. It infects people's minds. Lucanis!" Illario pressed. "We can't help these people." "No, but we can give them vengeance."

Once again I wish red lyrium was as important in Veilguard as it used to be <3 I know they explained it to us in the lore reveals we got but also that shit fucked people up so bad for so long and we saw… none of that lol. I would've even been down to see an Illario corrupted by red lyrium more than venatori in his villain arc who said that

I love that Illario talks with his hands btw go off pookie

I've made previous points about the vengeance talk with Lucanis and I'll say it again: he is a fucking assassin. He is getting lost in the inhumanity of the situation. They are not paid to care, to get vengeance, to do all of these extra steps that he wants to take. Illario, in this moment, is the only one focused on the job.

"What are you doing?" Illario called out. Lucanis took the dagger from his mouth and positioned it over the artifact. "You'll see." Illario groaned. "I really wish people would stop saying that."

By "people", he means Lucanis.

and end scene.

Quotes are either paraphrased or taken directly from The Wigmaker Job, written by Courtney Woods.

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

BuckTommyFluffebruary day 16: Waking up Together for the First Time

This is day 16 of the challenge by @bucktommyfluffebruary and this is also the only prompt I switched out. It was originally AU: didn't know they were dating and I switched it to waking up together the first time. A little bit of angst and a lot of fluff

In Your Arms

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Rating T / Words 940

Buck slowly rose to consciousness feeling warm, comfortable, and safe. A heavy weight spread against his back, an arm slung over his belly. There were legs tangled with his and, his thoughts moving like molasses, he marveled that his partner had long enough legs to do that.

He stretched a little against the weight at his back, a couple vertebrae popping. It felt good and he let out a quiet groan. It was matched by a decidedly masculine sound from behind him and the arm over his belly tightened.

Wait.

Masculine.

Wait.

His eyes snapped open. Buck's sleep-fogged mind wasn't able to parse the sound his partner had made. His mind was empty, no answers coming to him. He looked down to see a (familiar) masculine arm holding him. But, other than that first flash of surprise and anxiety, he felt great. That this was perfect.

This was right.

“Evan?” a gravelly voice whispered in his ear. The timbre sent a pleasant chill down his back. “You okay?”

Turning his head, Buck saw Tommy’s face tucked into his shoulder. A soft wave of affection flowed through him and Buck smiled. Memories came back. Their date last night, the second since Maddie and Chimney's wedding. They'd walked a hiking trail in the park then sat on an outdoor patio for dinner. They'd come back to Buck's loft and had spent a good hour just kissing each other. Their hands had roamed but above waists.

They were taking it slow. Not that Buck didn't think he'd enjoy sex with Tommy. He was looking forward to that. But because this felt momentous and they wanted to savor every step. Besides, he was rapidly becoming addicted to kissing Tommy.

“Yeah,” Buck whispered. “Absolutely. Good morning, Tommy.”

“Mmmm, morning,” Tommy replied.

Nuzzling against Buck's shoulder, he pressed a kiss to the curve. Then he cracked his eyes open and looked at the window. It was still dark outside, though there was a faint gray tinge to the sky. False dawn.

“Not quite morning yet,” Tommy continued wryly. He smiled when Buck chuckled. After pressing another kiss to Buck's shoulder, he continued, “How are you feeling? You were kind of stiff for a moment there.”

“Just... getting used to it,” Buck admitted after two heartbeats of silence. “A guy in my bed. A guy wrapped around me. I'm not often the little spoon.”

“We can move,” Tommy offered immediately, starting to pull his arm back. “I can even go to the couch. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“No, wait,” Buck said, grabbing Tommy’s wrist. He could feel tension in the muscles along with a slight tremble. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a flash of worry and hurt in Tommy’s eyes. “I want you to stay. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Tommy pressed after a deep breath. He stayed completely still, eyes on Buck.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded, pulling Tommy’s arm back over his belly. He slid his hand up Tommy’s and tangled their fingers together. “It wasn't bad. Just the opposite. It was just... new. I'm sorry if I freaked you out.”

“It wouldn't be the first time a guy regretted waking up with me in his bed,” Tommy muttered, looking away. “I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Buck laughed then, let go of Tommy's hand, and rolled over in his arms. He wrapped an arm over Tommy's hips and pulled their bodies close. Then he waited until Tommy looked at him.

“Hey, I know how to say no,” Buck murmured, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Tommy's. “I don't regret having you in my bed at all. It feels like you belong here. I want you here.”

Tommy studied him for a long moment. The hurt had faded and the worry had turned into a growing hope. Buck put everything he was feeling on his own face, how much he enjoyed being in Tommy’s arms, how comfortable it was waking up with him, how much he enjoyed Tommy’s mere presence. It must have worked because Tommy smiled wide enough that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched. He leaned in slowly, keeping his eyes on Buck until their lips pressed together. Then, he sighed into the kiss as both their eyes closed.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, no urgency or heat in it. Just touch and the feel of skin to skin. They broke the kiss to lean their foreheads together and breathe quietly. Their shared breaths feathered over each other's lips.

“Promise me that if you ever do feel uncomfortable or not ready for something, you'll tell me,” Tommy murmured, his lips brushing against Buck's as he spoke. “Like you said, this is new for you. I want you happy.”

“Promise,” Buck said, stealing a quick kiss. “As long as you promise too. We're in this together, right?”

“Right. I promise,” Tommy nodded. He tightened his arm over Buck's waist, hugging him for a moment. “How about we get a few more hours’ sleep? The day hasn't even started yet.”

Buck nodded, sighing happily and tucking his head under Tommy’s chin. It took a little reshuffling as they were basically the same height but Tommy seemed happy with it. At least, to go by the way Tommy was running his hand up and down Buck's back. He pressed a kiss over the center of Tommy's collarbone and closed his eyes. Then he drifted off to sleep, still safe and warm in the arms of a man he very much liked, soothed by the motions of the hand over his back.

[carefreecoffee]

ੈ✩‧₊˚Fluffbruary Day 14: Valentines day!ੈ✩‧₊˚

Character involved: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Denki Kaminari

Word count: 998, 1393, 563, Gender-neutral for all

Bakugou Katsuki:

Love was in the air! Valentines day, the day that you’ve been waiting for and the day that Bakugou loathes. Even though you two had been dating for quite a bit, the sight of other couples being lovey dovey, pink and red thrown around and even confessions happening left and right were enough to get him annoyed.

However, that didn't stop him from thinking about you.

With a sigh, you push open your dorm door, exhausting kicking in as you arrive back from your grueling studying session. You kick off your shoes with a groan, heading straight for your bed. As you go to plop onto the plush mattress, you're stopped by a large bouquet of your favourite flowers sat upon it. A note sat beside it delicately, already knowing who it might be from. With a dopey grin you pick it up, reading it over:

"Dumbass,

Happy Valentine's Day, even though it's a stupid day and I don't believe in it.

-Katsuki."

You snort a laugh at his bluntness, glancing down;

“Don't let the flowers die, Dumbass. They took time to get.”

Your heart flutters. Did he really put that much effort into getting you just flowers? You whip out your phone, sending a pic of the flowers. “You cheeseball”

Bakugou's phone dinged as your text came in. He picked up his phone, looking over the picture you sent. He blushed a bit, replying with a curt “Shut up, Dumbass”

You grin, knowing his ego would never recover from this if you kept teasing him. You set your phone down, looking to your closet and digging out his gift. It was simple, a small basket holding a blonde teddy bear, spicy chocolates and a cheesy card you knew he’d hate, but still love to pester him about it anyways. With a confident huff, you walk out of your dorm, basket in hand.

At your knock, Bakugou opens the door with a raised brow. "You need something, Dumbass?"

You smile, confidence radiating as you offer the basket toward him. “Happy Valentine's day!” Bakugo looked at the basket with surprise. He had a deep hatred for the holiday, but couldn't deny that he was touched by you getting him a gift. "Heh, you really got me something, Dumbass?" He takes the basket from you.

He glanced inside, a small lopsided grin on his face. His walls had always seemed to crumble around the likes of you. "Thanks, Dumbass…" he said, before noticing the card. "Is this one of those dumb Valentine's cards?" You nod, clasping your hands behind your back eagerly. He opened the card, reading the message you had written on the inside.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Katsuki!

I know you don't really care about this holiday, but I thought I'd get you a little something. You may not admit it, but you're a big softie deep down. :)

Love, y/n"

He was taken aback at how sappy it was. A small smirk found its way to his face. Part of him was still unable to believe that you would write something so sweet for someone like him but the other half was full of pride, his cockiness in full force.

"Damn it Dumbass, why do you have to be so sappy like this?” You go to answer him but are stopped by a strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into a tight grasp. You immediately hug back, enjoying the affection while it lasted, knowing he wasn't one for letting his softer side get the better of him.

He pulls back after a moment, setting the basket down inside his dorm and inviting you in. "Hold up a minute," Bakugou said, moving away to rummage through his bag. He let out a grumble, wanting to have done this earlier but was too caught up in his newfound nervousness. He finally picks it up, moving it toward you hastily. It was a small dark box, obviously being some sort of jewelry that he spent way too much on. “Aw kats, you got me something else?” You take it from his hands, looking down at it.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and just take it damn it." Opening it, you find a necklace, a simple gold chain with a small charm on it marked 'K'. Your eyes light up, noticing the different variations of small gems lining the letter. “Suki, this is so cool!” you pick it up, watching the rhinestones glimmer in the light, feeling the cold chain against your skin.

Bakugou's ears went a bit red at the nickname, watching your infatuation with the item. "You better like it, Dumbass…do you like it?" His voice dropped to a lower, less brash tone, eyes trained on your expression. Your nod was all he needed, watching as you began to put it on. "Hold on, I wanna put it on you” He was uncharacteristically gentle, placing the chain around your neck, carefully fastening it in place.

He stepped back once the necklace was securely around your neck, looking over you as you moved it to your liking "Looks good on you" Now it was your turn to hug him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Thanks, Kats”

"Don't mention it, Dumbass" Despite the harshness of his tone, there was no bite, evidence of the clear redness that climbed his neck.

The two of you parted, Bakugou looking lost in thought for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Hey, Dumbass…" he said, a smirk growing on his face. "Since it's Valentine's Day and all, I was thinking.. Do you want to go somewhere? Just the two of us?" You couldn't help but respond quickly, eyes lighting up at the offer of something so off-brand for him. “Haha duh”

Bakugou smirked, already knowing you would say yes but wanting to hear it for his own good. "Then come on, Dumbass. Let's go before everyone else gets the idea to go on 'couples dates' or whatever bullshit they think they're gonna do."

Kirishima Eijirou:

Valentine’s Day is upon us again, Kirishima, being the affectionate guy he is, wants to do something special for his partner. What better way to treat them than to spoil them with a spa day in their dorm? He eagerly walked up to your dorm, carrying a basket filled with all the essentials for a spa day: masks, nail polish, exfoliating scrub, and the like. With a wide grin on his face, he knocks on your door. You look at him curiously, yet not unwanting. “Hey Eiji!”

“Hey there, babe!” he waves happily, holding up the basket. “Happy Valentine's day! I've brought us a surprise! May I come in?”

“Woah, yeah” you let him in, closing the door as you peered at the basket quizzically.”What's that?”

He takes off my shoes, sitting the basket down on the edge of the bed. “It's a spa day!” he exclaimed, grinning widely at you. “I know how much you like pampering yourself, so I got all the essentials for us to have a chill day together. Like some masks, exfoliating scrub, nail polish, the whole shebang!” you look closer into the basket, “Holy crap, you got like- everything”

He nodded, feeling satisfied knowing that you liked the gift “Of course! Only the best for my sweetheart!” He places a hand on his chest. “It’s Valentine’s Day, you know. What kinda person would I be if I didn’t spoil the hell outta you?” you chuckle at his ever present masculinity, waving him off “Fine fine, i get it! You're an amazing boyfriend yada yada”

“Damn right, I’m amazing! The manliest boyfriend in all of UA, if I do say so myself!” He boasts, puffing out his chest in pride. He pats the spot on the bed next to him, “C’mere, babe. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Eijirou scratched his chin in thought, examining your options before deciding on the first order of business. “First off, we should probably take care of our faces.” He grabbed a face mask from the basket. “How about we start with this first? You go ahead and put it on, and I’ll do mine too. That way we can see the results at the same time!"

You go along with him, putting on your respective masks adjusting them to the best of their one-size-fits-all motto. It isn't until the two of you look at each other that the giggles start up. “Oh my god!” He snickers, struggling to keep up his composure. “Babe, we look so stupid right now! I swear, I didn’t pick these masks on purpose!”

“You totally did!” You look at him, seeing a somewhat deformed dog face printed out onto the transparent sheet, your own being a cat that looks like it's uh… seen better days…

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” He pouts, watching as you glanced back at the ever full basket. “Alright, so we’ve got face masks done… what’s next…” Kirishima rummages through the basket some more before deciding on the next item. “How about manicures? There’s some nail polish in here, I can paint your nails!”

You agree almost immediately, the pampering already getting to your head as you lean forward, offering him your hands. He diligently focuses on the job at hand (Literally), stroking the brush onto your nails with smooth fervor. Minutes of a comfortable silence pass, the only sounds being that of your breathing. "Alright, there's one hand down…" he then grasps your other hand, continuing the same process as before.”There we go…" Finally after a good while, he nods in completion, setting the nail polish aside.

"They look great on you, babe! That color really suits you." he grins his toothy shark-like grin, already eager to move on "Alright, what's next…" you look at the rest of the items within the basket, referencing your hands. “Not like i can do much now”

He laughs, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, your nails are still wet, so we can't really do anything that involves your hands just yet. Hmmm…" I rummage through the basket again, trying to find something that you can do that won't get messy. "How about I give you a back massage?

You hum, delighted at the idea,”Could you take the face mask off for me then?”

"Sure thing, babe!" He reaches over to the side of your face, gently peeling off your face mask, being careful not to get any of the product in your eyes. Once he's finished, I toss the mask aside and look at you, grinning. "There you go."

Slowly you maneuver so that you're laying face down, nails perched carefully along the pillows. "Comfy?" He asks playfully, scooting over to sit next to you. All that escapes you is a low hum in agreement. He reaches my hands towards your shoulders, gently starting to rub your muscles in slow circles. He senses your enjoyment, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride within him. "Your back feels kind of tense, babe. I can feel the knots in your shoulders."

He begins to focus on a particularly stubborn knot in your shoulder, using his thumbs to work it out. "Just relax, babe. I've got you." He coos gently, smoothing out the tampered area with his palms. “Thank you, Eiji”

"Of course, babe. Can't you all tense and stressed out, now can I?" he roams his hands down to your lower back, running his thumbs along your spine delicately. You take a peek back at him, chuckling,”You still got that stupid mask on”

He laughs nervously, having completely forgotten that he was still wearing the mask. "Oh right, I do, don't I? Guess I was too focused on making you feel good to realize it." He slips it off, setting it aside with yours.

“All good, it was kinda cute” With a push, you're sitting criss-crossed once more as you look at your now dried nails, the paint shimmering in the light. He glances bashfully at you,pink tinging the tops of his cheeks. "Y-You think so? I looked pretty stupid, didn't I?"

“Mm sorta, but in a cute way” And with that, you're digging back into the basket, eager to see what's next. "A cute kind of stupid, huh? I'll take it." he chortles, watching as you pull out an eye mask, along with some facial lotion. “We could use these!”

With a shuffle, you are now facing one another, eyes lit up, “Let me do yours first”

He grins with a nod, leaning forward on his knees. "Alright, go ahead. I'm all yours." He closes his eyes, awaiting your attack on his face. He suddenly feels the cold eye mask being put on, your soft fingers gliding over his face. The sensation is soothing enough to coax a soft sigh out of him. He feels his heart fill with contentment, like nothing else mattered. The lotion came next, your fingertips brushing over his scar and up along his forehead sending a shiver down his spine. "You really take good care of me, babe,"

You grin, heart fluttering as you take in the scene; his face at your mercy, body relaxed to no viable end. “It's the least i can do for you, Kiri” with a small lunge, you peck his lips. He opens his eyes, looking at you with the most lovesick expression you think a human could ever conjure. He grabs the other eye mask, carefully placing it on your face and tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. "There you go," he mutters admiringly, looking at your now partially covered face. "You look cute in that."

You open your eyes, meeting his own ruby ones, the eye masks add a strange but adorable touch, making everything feel even more dreamlike in its coziness. Kiri reaches out, gently pushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers tracing down your cheek. A cheeky grin makes its way to your face, “You gonna put the lotion on my face or do you just wanna stare at me?” He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours lovingly. "Can you blame me? You just look so damn adorable right now."

The confession came as a surprise, taking you back slightly. “You big dope” With a shake of your head, you lean in pressing your forehead to his more.

"Guilty as charged”

Denki Kaminari

It had taken a while for you and Denki to figure out a good couples activity you both would enjoy. From picnics to movie night, you decided to try out a couple painting swap you had seen online. Currently you were sitting in his room, sitting on the floor as he set his easel up, taking a moment to think on how he was going to paint you. “Oh man… this could get messy…” He looked at the array of colours, swearing that you could see the gears turning in his head.

His comment concerns you slightly, “You better not make me look deformed” He laughs at that, his nervousness subsiding for now as he begins mixing the colours albeit a bit unceremoniously. “Don't worry, I'll make sure you're looking gorgeous!” He begins painting. Although he appears to be concentrating on his brushwork, you noticed his eyes wandering up to look at you every few seconds, like he wants to make sure he's getting a perfect image of you.

You decided to focus on your own canvas, lining out his hair and easier features. However as you glanced over, you saw him dipping his brush in… green? “Denki, you better not be turning me into a goblin”

He snorts a laugh, waving his brush around, “Just trust me! Okay?” At that, you resign, continuing with your painting. It wasn't anything too special but you actually wanted to capture some of his likeness enough to pass as something equal to whatever he had been conjuring across from you.

Denki however is in the zone, glancing up at you again and again to make sure he's got everything just right. After a while, he finally steps back to admire his work so far. He can't help but smile at what he's captured. It looks much better than he could've expected. He's even got your smile just right…even your expression of concern.

Once he notices you setting down your brush, his eyes light up, excitement coursing through him. “Ready to show off our masterpieces?!” His voice rings out, capturing your attention and leading you to hold your painting triumphantly. “Ready”

“Okay, on the count of three, we step back and show each other.

One… Two… Three!”

You show him the painting of himself before looking at him tilting your head in surprise “Huh, not bad actually” His cheeks dusted pink from the compliment, holding it a bit higher. “You think so? Not gonna lie, yours looks better.”

You chuckle heartedly, swapping paintings with a glide of your hands “I like yours though, you really focused on my eyes and mouth” Denki rubs the back of his head a bit nervously at that observation. “Well… yeah… your eyes and your smile were pretty important so I… put a lot of time into them hehe”

You grin wider, leaning over to peck his lips to yours, lingering before pulling back slightly. “Thank you, Denks”

He instantly bursts into red, stuttering slightly per usual when you would catch him off guard with such actions. “Y-you're… welcome.” His newfound demeanor amused you, nudging him playfully “Don't get all flustered now, we still have all day to celebrate!” He breaks out of his trance-like state, grinning like a dork and pulling you into a right hug. “You're right, we've got all day! And I plan on making the most of it.”

[elrxiel]

each time a G/wynriel says "Elriels wants Elain to be Gwyn so bad!" I lose another braincell trying to understand how someone can be so delusional and absolutely blind to canon sequences repeated over and over by multiple characters, yet so passionate in looking for clues between the lines (which in most cases, are simply not there, dare I say) and twisting the most obvious scenes to fit their narrative

we're all entitled to our own opinions and preferences but I simply cannot take them seriously when all I see are those opinions absolutely misreading canon text and giving characters qualities they do not possess - or trying to take away the ones they do - because they do not suit some wild theories which have no reasonable grounds to back them up

if you fail to understand Elain's character, qualities and background even if it's stated blankly in the books, that's on you I guess, but don't embarrass yourself saying anyone would like Elain to be Gwyn - I can assure you that while most of Elriels like or even adore Gwyn's character and the others are neutral towards her, all of us here writing about Elain are here for her exactly how she is being portrayed throughout the whole series

we love her exactly how she is and frankly, none of us has to take away anything from other characters

maybe before stating something so profoundly stupid, take a look in the mirror and look up the word "hypocrisy" first

[achillesuwu]

THERE IS ONLY ONE FIC TAGGED "OLD GWEN"!?!?!!

Well

Time to make my own food.

GWEN IS GOING TO BE OLD (well at least in mind, I'm not bringing her back so she can die after walking 2 second lol) IN MY POST RETURN FIC JUST WATCH ME 🫵 SHE IS 80 AND LIVED A LONG LIFE. SHE IS GOING TO LOOK AT ARTHUR AND ELYAN WITH SUCH AN OLD GRIEF. SHE IS GOING TO MEET HER GREAT GREAT GREAT... GRAND KID!!!!

[fuzziemutt]

I wish I was like a god at cars and just able to fix that shit in my yard with ease and say yeah the shitbox 4th plug just needs a bit more elbow grease but I ain't letting this fucker die yet, yet here I am kicking its damn stationary wheel for the 50th time

[nezuscribe]

(slightly suggestive)

another little drabble for arranged marriage!gojo but imagine a moment before he confessed but something was looming over the two of you. it was crossing the line of friends, not necessarily husband and wife, but two people desperately in love and didn't know how to say it.

you were in one of your late-night frenzies, your brain so muddled with every thought that you decided to do what you knew best: bake.

you often find yourself in this situation as of late, but it truly seems to be the only thing that helps. you wanted to tell gojo how you were feeling, but it was too far in, so you decided something simple and sugary would help you in the moment.

at this point, the walk to the kitchens was something you could do blind, and considering how many times you did this, you already knew where all the ingredients were.

you set out your sugar and flower, and go rummaging in the cold cellar for some butter and eggs. you try not to think about how at dinner gojo slid closer to you, your arms touching as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. or how a couple days ago he had found you in the library, reading next to a windowsill, cozying up next to you as he read the book over your shoulder.

you're so lost in your head with sifting the ingredients that you fail to realize that the very man himself had come up secretly behind you, curiously watching you in your element.

(he'd never admit that he'd first gone to your room, and only came down here after he realized you were gone).

but, unlike the last couple of times, you'd gotten used to his stealthy ways. he was quiet, sure, but you could recognize him by his slight breath alone, or the way he smelled faintly of cloves.

you try not to let your breathing hitch, or let a smile grow on your face as you decide to break the silence.

"if you try to scare me while i'm baking you better rethink your choices," you warn him and hear gojo snicker quietly behind you.

gojo moves from where he was standing, and he leans his back against the counter next to you, craning his neck to look over at your bowl.

your eyes dart to the side, to the way his arms are resting behind him as he balances himself back on them (or the way his arms bulge and veins pop).

"what's on your mind tonight?" gojo asks, knowing you only do this now whenever you're stressed out.

"not much," you mutter, despite wanting to say you, you're on my mind.

he tsks, not buying your lie as he leans in a little close, his head blocking your view of your mixing bowl as he tries to get a little taste with his fingers.

"hey!" you cry, smacking him lightly on the back of his neck, "your hands are all grimy!"

you watch as he peers at you from the corner of his eyes, glaring at your offensive remark as he retracts away, a small pout on his face as you grin in slight victory.

"my hands are clean," you hear him mumble petulantly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics. the closer the two of you got, the more you found out that his closed-off and aloof demeanor was just a facade for a dramatic, grouchy man-child.

there's a comfortable silence for a moment, one where you're mixing and one where he watches you mix. you don't really notice the quiet anymore, just another added sound when you and gojo grow more comfortable together.

"how was your day?" he finally asks, a simple question, but you know he's using it as a mask to find out what was wrong with you.

"good," you say with a shrug, starting to gently fold in your wet mixture with your dry one, "you weren't at dinner so i was actually able to eat in peace," you add, trying to sound indifferent when really it's what spurred this entire thing on. how, when you realized that you missed seeing him, talking to him, being near him, you were really, really, missing him. and that's not how friends are supposed to act. or, at least, from what you've heard.

gojo smiles, a soft look on his face. you're trying to be sarcastic, he knows that, but there's something...deeper behind your words, something that he too feels.

"the eastern tribe took up more time than i thought they would," he explains, his blue eyes glowing when he notices the way you slightly relax, "i tried telling them that my wife was waiting for me, but apparently peace negotiations can't be postponed."

you bite your lips, trying to hold back your giddy smile at his words. you know he's probably teasing you, using the phrase my wife as a way to get out of a boring meeting, but you love it nonetheless.

he knows you do.

"those bastards," you murmur teasingly, hearing his loud laugh as he lightly shoves you with the point of his boot.

"yeah, well, they don't have wives back home," he crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his lips into a thin line, "so they don't know the feeling."

you swallow thickly, not looking over at him when he says that.

there's another silence as you continue to fold the batter, sensing that same feeling wash over the two of you.

"let me grab a..." you turn around, head craning to look for a spoon to dip in the batter, needing to make sure the sweetness wasn't too overbearing (and because you liked tasting the batter before it was sent off to be baked thoroughly), but stop when gojo pulls the bowl in closer to him.

you watch as he glides his finger across the sides, not letting it touch the actual bulk of the mixture, and brings it forth towards your lips.

his brows cock upwards, as if he was waiting for you to try it.

you give him a look, nose slightly wrinkled.

"i swear my hands are clean," he promises, crossing one hand over his chest as a sort of pledge, but that's not what holding you back, shouldn't he know that?

your mind is working to beat the thrill of your heart, the one that's pulling you towards him like a magnet, the one that desperately wants to have his finger in your mouth.

you bite your cheek for a second, eyes flickering up from his to his finger, and some sort of heat in you takes control as one hand gently grabs his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your parted lips.

your tongue darts out, your mouth closing over the digit as you taste the sugary batter coating your tongue. you feel dizzy, your stomach twisting, a heat taking over your body as your tongue swipes over it, licking it clean.

it's nothing overexaggerated, nothing too crazy. you lick his finger the way you'd like your own, but fuck, this isn't your own finger and gojo's looking at you with his pupils blown wide, the blacks overtaking the blue in his eyes.

your hand is still holding his wrist, your lips gliding over it as you pull away, breathing slightly less when you glance up at him.

gojo swallows thickly, hoping you don't see the bulge that's growing in his pants.

"good?" he chokes out, his voice thick in his throat.

"yeah," you mutter, the batter still lingering on your tastebuds, "it's perfect."

fuck, you're both screwed.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Yuutsum 1

SUMMARY: What if you also have a Tsum? Then your Tsum and the Tsum of the person you like keep giving signs that they like each other?

CHARACTERS: Twisted Tsumderland 1 Tsumsitters (Riddle; Cater; Leona; Jack; Floyd; Epel; Sebek)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WARNING: Spoilers for the Twisted Tsumderland Event and the Tsumsitter cards Vignettes.

WORD COUNT: An average of 600 words per character.

COMMENTS: This was originally a request from @taruruchi for my 1k celebration. Which you can read here. And since so many readers liked it, I decided to do what I normally do when this happens: Do this for ALL the characters! Grouped by event in this case.

The beginning of the Riddle's part is the same as in the request, but I added a little bit more scenario after that.

I hope you enjoy 😉

Yuutsum 2 (Deuce; Azul; Jade; Kalim; Rook; Ortho; Lilia)

Yuutsum 3 (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver)

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With your Tsum in your arms, you find Ace and Deuce, leaning over with their hands on their knees as if they were catching their breath after a run. They look at you first, but quickly the cute little creature you hold in your arms catches their attention. They both have that look on their faces like they think it's the cutest and most beautiful little thing in the world but don't want to admit it.

They say that Riddle also has one of those and it was the one they were chasing and trying to catch, but they lost it. The moment they said Riddle’s name, you felt your Tsum move enthusiastically for a moment.

They hear something, when they look they see Riddle-tsum in the distance and run towards it, starting the chase again. Your Tsum jumps out of your arms and runs with them, which makes you run after them too.

Your Tsum passes Ace and Deuce, which surprises them because they were so fast, and throws itself at Riddle-tsum, rolling together for a few seconds until they both stop. When this happened, Riddle-tsum didn't run away again, and the two were rubbing each other's cheeks happily.

Ace grabbed Riddle-tsum while it was distracted. It seemed upset about being caught. But the moment Deuce grabbed your Tsum that upsetness turn into anger. Riddle-tsum jumped out of Ace's arms, hits him in the face and threw itself right in Deuce's face to make him release your Tsum. Once back on the ground, Riddle-tsum positioned itself between your Tsum and those two, glaring threateningly at Ace and Deuce.

Once again, it doesn't run away. You finally get close to them and approach the tsums. When Riddle-tsum sees you it relaxes again and looks at you with admiration. As if looking at a royalty.

Ace and Deuce suggest that you try taking them both to Heartslabyul, as Riddle-tsum doesn't seem to like either of them. They were small enough for you to be able to carry them both in your arms without any problems.

You take them both in your arms and Riddle-tsum immediately turns red. It looked like a tomato in white clothes, and it writhed as if it wanted to hide in your arms in embarrassment. When you arrive at Heartslabyul, Riddle-tsum's blush had already subsided.

“Ah, prefect.” Riddle says when he sees you, Ace and Deuce arriving. “I see you were the one who managed to catch...” He looks at your arms to see his tsum, but his gaze automatically goes to your tsum instead. “Oh, there is one similar to you too. It looks... as charming as you.” he blushes just a little.

After explaining how you three caught Riddle-tsum, Ace suggests that they leave you and your Tsum with Riddle-tsum to prevent it from escaping again or causing trouble. Or hurt someone else. Riddle hesitates at first, as he is the one responsible for taking care of his tsum, but soon after, Riddle-tsum hits a student for breaking some rule and Riddle starts arguing with it so he stops attacking others.

You place a hand on Riddle's shoulder to try to calm him down a little and at that moment both of your attention went to your tsums. Your Tsum was between you and Riddle-tsum.

“You know, they remind me of the hedgehogs in a way.” Riddle says “And now they are reminding me of when they come closer to smell each other or to rub each other's noses. I can't deny that I find it quite cute whenever they do it.”

And then your Tsum starts rubbing its little round nose against Riddle-tsum's and caressing it to calm it down. And it works. It returns the affection by staying very close to your Tsum.

Riddle blushes a little again, and says that, reconsidering Ace's suggestion and if you want, you could take care of your tsums together.

You were walking with your Tsum in your arms when you saw Cater and his Tsum on Main Street. Cater-tsum seemed to be curled defensively around something Cater was trying to retrieve.

“Look, you can't have it, okay?!” You hear Carter say to his Tsum as you get close to them.

You greet him by asking what they are doing. Cater gives you a quick glance before turning his attention back to Cater-tsum, as if he's afraid that if he looks away it'll escape.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan! I'm trying to get my-” He quickly looks back at you, more specifically at the adorable little thing you have in your arms. “Oh!... My!... Great Seven!” He turns his body towards you, his gaze so fixed on your Tsum that he doesn't even blink. “YOU HAVE A TSUMMY TOO! And it's the most adorable little thing I've ever seen in my life!”

Suddenly you both got jumpscared as something jumps towards you. It was Cater-tsum jumping into your arms! Despite the scare, you manage to catch it and it starts to nestle into your arms and cuddle your Tsum. Cater looks at the floor where Tsum was and sees his cell phone left behind. He retrieves it.

“We HAVE to take a pic of them!” Cater says excitedly “No! We have to do a whole photoshoot! Here! It's a great place to start.”

If you like taking pictures, your Tsum will be very excited. If you are shy, your Tsum will turn around to hide its face in your arms.

“Awwwww~ That’s even more adorable! Pwease! I beg you~" He says to your Tsum. Cater-tsum will also make pleading eyes at your Tsum.

The four of you spend a lot of time taking pictures in different places. Both pictures of the Tsums and of you with Cater. Until Cater and his Tsum have enough pictures to finally let you and your Tsum rest.

You sit on a bench, you with your Tsum on your lap and Cater with his Tsum on his lap, both of them editing photos on his cell phone. However, you feel your Tsum move and leave your lap to headbutt Cater's hand that was holding the cell phone, making it fall against his belly. After that, your tsum just stands there looking at Cater-tsum with a slightly annoyed look. Cater-tsum smiles with its tiny eyes and jumps against your tsum so they can cuddle each other.

Cater looks at the Tsums protecting the cell phone against his chest, watches them for a moment and then looks at you.

“Hey, if you want to do the same, just need to ask, you know~?” Cater says and winks at you.

If you accept, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and edit the photos with you, while your two Tsums cuddle on your laps.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. Fortunately you don't need to walk far, as the botanical garden is one of the closest points to Ramshackle Dorm.

As soon as you enter, your tsum jumps out of your arms and starts jumping (its way of running) somewhere in the middle of some bushes. And you know that spot well. As soon as you stop seeing it, you hear a patient growl.

“Another one?” You hear Leona's voice. “Hey! What do you think you're doing?!” You follow the voice, pass through the bushes and see Leona lying down with two tsums on top of his torso. Your Tsum and Leona-tsum, cuddled up like two cats sleeping with each other.

“Herbivore, get your stuffie thing out of here and take the one that looks like me with you too. I'm not a nest to have two pesky armadillos sleeping on top of me!”

You kneel down next to him, looking at Leona-tsum with that “HE’S SO CUTE!” twinkle in your eyes. Leona-tsum looks at you and its sleepy eyes suddenly open, almost bulging. And it jumps onto your chest, knowing you would catch it.

“You got one.” Leona said. “Just one more to-” He interrupted himself, looking at his chest and seeing your tsum rising until it approached his face.

If you look at his face, you will see Leona's pupils dilating. And your tsum snuggling against his chest. You comment that you don't think your tsum will want to leave his side.

“Why don't you walk away with that one and see what happens? Maybe yours will follow.”

You are also curious to know what would happen. Leona-tsum was already sleeping in your arms.

You walk away with it, towards the exit of the botanical garden. Halfway there it wakes up and you feel it move in your arms. You stop and look at it. It seemed to have an annoyed look on its face, very similar to what Leona does when things aren't going according to his plans. You open your mouth to say or ask something, but it's Leona's voice that can be heard throughout the botanical garden.

“OI!” You hear Leona growl in annoyance. “Who do you think you are demanding anythin’ from me?!” And then you hear him roar.

You come back with Leona-tsum in your arms, and you find your tsum pulling one of Leona's braids towards you as if it wanted to force him to come to you.

“This thing really takes after you.” he comments, in a tone reminiscent of a father irritated with a child he deep down loves.

Leona-tsum jumps out of your arms and lazily approaches your tsum. Your tsum lets go of Leona's braid.

You both see Leona-tsum rubbing its cheek on your Tsum's cheek, and making a movement as if it was licking your Tsum's face. After calming your tsum down, the two of them curl up to sleep together.

“Well, at least they're not bothering me anymore.” Leona says. He closes his eyes, but right after, he opens one of them again to look at you. “If you're also going to stay here with your stuffie thing, at least be useful. This floor isn't the best pillow, you know?” He makes that gesture for you to come closer with his index finger.

And if you let him use your lap to lie down, he will fall asleep in 3 seconds, just like his Tsum did.

You were in the Ramshackle Dorm Lounge with your Tsum and Grim was in your bedroom, probably taking a nap after eating too much, when you hear someone knocking at the door. You go open the door, leaving your Tsum on the couch. You do it and see Jack.

“Hi (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, but this Tsum-” Before Jack could finish his sentence, you saw something near your feet come barreling through the door. You look back in time to see Jack-tsum turn to enter the Lounge. “Ah! Sorry. It won't sit still. Let's catch it before it does any damage.”

The two of you go to the lounge and stop right at the entrance. Jack-tsum was on the couch with your Tsum. Jack-tsum was jumping around your Tsum, its little tail wagging like crazy, and its eyes shining while also rubbing its face against your Tsum’s as if licking it. It was just like a puppy wanting to play.

“OI!” Jack shouted “Don't mess up (Y/N)'s couch!”

Jack-tsum sulked and your Tsum jumped from the couch to the floor. Jack-tsum followed it. Your Tsum approached Jack and smiled at him with its eyes, as if it were greeting him.

“Hum?” Jack’s ears pricked up as he looked down. “You also have a Tsum similar to you.” He didn't realize his tail had started wagging.

Jack-tsum followed your Tsum and you felt the need to bend down to see Jack-tsum up close. It looked at you with big bright eyes and its tail wagging wildly. You comment on how cute it is and reach out to pet it.

“Be careful.” Jack warns you “It doesn't let anyone...” You start to pet its head as it leans in your hand. “... touch it... What's the deal with this thing? Whenever anyone approached it would either move away or growl at them. How did you do that? I can't even catch it to take it to Savanaclaw.”

You say you don't know what you did either, if anything special. And you comment that it seems to like you. This makes Jack blush slightly.

“How would it not?” he says softly, and without meaning to. He clears his throat. “Um, do you mind if we stay here for a while? It seems to have finally settle down a bit.”

Your tsum goes to Jack-tsum's side and they both look at you as if begging you to say yes. You agree and the two Tsums bounce happily for a moment before they start running around the lounge together.

“OI! You two be careful!” Jack warns “Don't break or mess anything up, you hear?!”

You laugh and comment on how much you think Jack and his Tsum look alike.

“It's just the hair and the outfit.” he says a little embarrassed “Do I look round and soft?!”

“Round maybe not but soft...” You laugh and he blushes.

Before he could open his mouth to try to respond to that, the tsums started running towards you and ended up bump into you as they passed, which made you lose your balance. Jack catches you.

“What did I say?” he shouts to the tsums. He looks at you. "Are you okay?" in his arms, and he releases you, blushing a little. “Sorry about that.” he rubs the back of his neck. “It had never done this.”

“Maybe it was a bad influence.” you say and look at the Tsums. From the looks on their faces, especially your Tsum’s, it wasn't an accident.

You were walking down the Main Street with your Tsum in your arms when you hear footsteps running behind you, approaching quickly. You turn around in shock and see a very tall figure right in front of you. Then you realize it's Floyd.

“Boo~” Floyd smiles at you with something writhing violently in his arms. You look and see his Tsum trying to get free. You also notice, by the way he is holding Floyd-tsum, that he is using a lot of force. “Hi Koebi-chan~. Whatcha doin'~?” He sees something in your arms and looks to find your Tsum. “Woo! You have one too! And it looks so small and weak like you, how cute! He he.”

(What you don't know is that what really happened was that Floyd-tsum was loose and took off running when it saw you. The footsteps you heard were Floyd running to catch it before Floyd-tsum caught you first.)

Your Tsum made a sulky face, while Floyd-tsum continued to struggle in Floyd's arms. You say Floyd-tsum is also very cute, it stops and looks at you with smiling little eyes.

“Do you wanna play with it?” Floyd asks and you say yes. “Sure, but careful how you handle it. It’s easy to set this guy-” The moment he let his arms go slack for a second, Floyd-tsum jumped into your arms.

With difficulty, but you managed to catch it without letting your tsum fall. Now you had them both in your arms. You saw it squeezing your tsum while it snuggled into your arms. However, your tsum didn't seem uncomfortable, quite the opposite, it felt like a passionate everyday hug.

Between letting Floyd-tsum jump out of his arms, until realizing that it wouldn't hurt you, Floyd stared at his Tsum with that serious face that all students who know him the least bit fear.

“Aw~ Aren't they cute together?” he says with his usual relaxed expression. He sees that you are having difficulty holding both tsums. “Let them go. They can walk on their own. Or hop, I guess.”

You do so. The two Tsums land on the ground and Floyd-tsum jumps up to continue hugging your Tsum. But before it can, Floyd quickly picks up your Tsum in his arms and starts squeezing it too.

“MY TURN!” Floyd says to his Tsum.

This one sulks, looks at you and jumps back towards you. You catch it and it hugs your forearm. You and Floyd laugh, until the pressure in your arm starts to increase to the point where it starts to hurt. The moment you grimace, Floyd's expression changes, he lets go of your tsum and rips his off your arm.

“I warned you.” he says to his tsum, with the same face he uses to threaten students who don't pay Azul. “Someone is not keeping their side of the deal.”

Floyd-tsum manages to escape and hugs your tsum again, but without hurting it. Floyd looks at you, who looks slightly sad, and sees you rubbing the forearm that Tsum was squeezing. He holds your wrist to see better. There is a slight reddish mark. He lets go of your wrist, turns to the Tsums and lifts his foot as if to step on his tsum. Before you could stop him, your tsum does it, getting out of Floyd-tsum's embrace and positioning itself between it and Floyd's sole when he was about to hit his Tsum. He looks at your tsum's fearless face for a moment and laughs heartily.

“HA HA HA HA! It also takes after you, Koebi-chan~” He puts his foot back on the ground and turns back to you. “We were going to Mostro Lounge. Do you want to come?”

With your Tsum in your arms, you were walking down Main Street when you heard a scream. It sounded like someone was being attacked by a dog or something. You follow the sound and see Epel, another Pomefiore student, and an Epel-tsum attacking this student while Epel tries to stop it.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and runs (or hops) towards them until it stops between Epel-tsum and the student, preventing the tsum from attacking him again. And then, your tsum headbutted Epel-tsum so hard that it even knocked it upside down for a moment. Enough time for Epel to catch it. The other student runs away and Epel-tsum begins to struggle in Epel's arms.

“Stop it!” Epel complained “Ya can't go aroun´ attackin´ students!”

You approach them asking if everything is okay and if he needs help. Epel-tsum stops and looks at you. You smile when you see that Epel also has a tsum and comment on how cute it is (like any tsum).

“No! Don't call it that!” The Tsum manages to jump out of Epel's arms and towards you.

He panics, but instead of the Tsum hitting you, it lands in your arms and just looks at you with a sulky face. You say it's still being cute, and once again, instead of it attacking you, its little face turns red with blush.

Epel freezes, completely confused for a moment until he thinks about what could be the possible reason for you being the only person who called the Tsum cute and it didn't attack. And when he thinks of the most likely reason, he also blushes.

Your tsum also jumped into Epel's arms, surprising him. It smiles at him with its cute little eyes and his blush deepens. Your voice is the only thing that makes Epel look away from your Tsum, asking if you could accompany him and his Tsum if they were going to Pomefiore.

In his dorm, needless to say, Rook wasted no time praising the Tsums, both Epel's and yours. But since Epel's Tsum didn't seem to appreciate the comments very much, especially if they focused on the fact that it was cute, Rook ended up turning his attention to your Tsum, which ended up bothering Epel's Tsum even more.

“It looks like someone is jaloux.” Rook says smiling amused.

That was the only thing that made Epel-tsum throw itself at him, to attack. Rook dodged it like a bullfighter with the grace of someone who was expecting it. Epel panicked and quickly picked up his tsum and apologized to Rook.

“There is no reason to apologize, Monsieur Pommette.” Rook says, loving the situation more than he should. “Truly. I must confess that my provocation was premeditated. C'est tellement beau to see your true feelings and emotions through your Tsum's lack of filter.”

“WHA-?! WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

Rook just laughs, winks at Epel and starts walking towards the door. Halfway there he passes you, leans over and whispers in your ear: “Could you tame the little beast for us, Trickster?” and leaves.

Epel's Tsum struggled in his arms, angry... with jealousy.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. You leave Ramshackle Dorm, pass the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop and arrive at the Hall of Mirrors.

As soon as you enter, your Tsum escapes from your arms and quickly jumps until it enters the mirror to Diasmonia. You follow it, but you realize that you lost sight of it the moment it passed through the mirror.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)!” Lilia is the first to come and greet you. “To what do we owe such a wonderful surprise visit?”

You tell him about your tsum.

“Ah yes! Sebek also has a cute little lookalike. I can't wait to see yours. Although if it's as adorable or even more adorable than you, we're going to have a cuteness overdose problem in this dorm. Khe he. Well, from what I understand, and despite Sebek denying it, the personality of these tsums is very similar to the personality of those they physically resemble. So if your tsum wanted to come here, where do you think it would have gone? Where would you want to go?”

You don't think about a ‘where’ but rather a ‘who’ and that may have shown on your face, beacuse Lilia laughs amusedly.

“So maybe your tsum went to meet someone? Maybe a fellow tsum? Khe he he. I suggest we look for Malleus. Wherever he is, Sebek and Silver will be there too.”

The two of you head to the lounge, but before you get there you can already hear all the commotion. Aka: Sebek’s thunderous voice.

“Don't look at me like that! No matter who your looks resemble, you're bothering Malleus-sama and meddling in our, I mean my guard duties!”

“Actually,” You hear Malleus's patient voice say. “I am quite enjoying this little one's presence. It's as pleasant as (Y/N)'s own presence. Wouldn't you agree, Sebek?”

“HM?! Yes! Of course sir! Please forgive me for implying that this Tsum's presence was inconvenient.”

You and Lilia arrive at the lounge and approach those two. Sebek, as expected, was standing very straight next to Malleus, who was sitting in one of the sofas. Coming closer, you see that both your Tsum and Sebek's Tsum are in Malleus' lap. And Sebek-tsum looked like it was... about to cry?

“AWW~ Look at you.” Lilia said, your Tsum turned to him. “You are even cuter than I imagined. *sigh* What an unfair competition.”

The moment Sebek-tsum sees you is when it finally starts crying.

“HUM?! What is wrong with you?” Sebek inquires. “You are such a strange creature.”

“I think it's too much emotion to see so many people it likes together.” Lilia says with a smirk.

“W-Well, regardless, it should learn to control itself!”

You come closer, worried about Sebek-tsum, and ask if it would like a hug to feel better. It looks at you, then at Malleus, back at you, Malleus, you, Malleus, and on until it almost gets dizzy and the indecision seems to make it more sad.

“I think I have an idea.” Malleus says. “(Y/N), would you like to sit next to me?”

You sit down, he asks you to come closer until your thighs touch, so he can place Sebek-tsum on both of your laps at the same time. It, still in tears, seemed to be thanking Malleus with his eyes and head.

“How intelligent and generous, my liege!” Even Sebek himself had a tear in the corner of his eye.

He was about to continue his praise when your Tsum jumped from Malleus' lap into Sebek's hands. He caught it as if he was saving it from a fall. It looked at him and smiled with its eyes.

“How precious.” He said with a tender smile, as he was still emotional about Malleus's act. Then he realized what he had just said and blushed in embarrassment. But he didn't stop holding your Tsum.

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[jov1ii]

Sleepy Mornings

♡⃕.pairing: Husband!Salesman x Wife!Reader

♡⃕summary: a sleepy morning with your husband.

♡⃕.a/n: am I the only one who thinks he would be a super sweet husband?😭

The marriage you had with him was not one you had originally wanted for yourself. You always wanted something... slow. You always imagined yourself to marry your high-school sweetheart but when your father arranged a marriage with him, could you really deny it? For love bloomed from even the thorniest of gardens.

He was away most of the time— doing whatever he did to earn a living. But that did not mean that he was one who shyed away when it came to showing you the affection you deserved.

He would slip under the duvet whenever he'd find you alone, lying on his bed. Then he would plant gentle kisses on your shoulder, knowing that you weren't sleeping.

Even though the marriage was arranged, falling in love was inevitable.

He never wanted to feel emotions, but there he was, burying his face in your neck.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, you found yourself enveloped in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. His strong arms held you close, and the steady rhythm of his breathing against your skin created a soothing lull.

"Don't move." He grunted, his chest pressed against your back, his lips caressing the crook of your neck.

"You're not going to work today?" You ask and his grip around you tightened.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, closing his eyes. "No." He murmurs, his voice hoarse due to sleep. He holds you closer to his body, not ready to let you go.

He loved your skin. The way it felt under his fingertips, when he held your hand, caressing your fingers, or when you moved underneath him.

His nose was buried in your neck, a place that smelled like you, that smelled like home.

As you tried to get up again, he protested again. A low grumble leaves his lips, a rumble that sounds almost like a growl. "I told you to not move." He says.

"And why is that?" You ask, smiling to yourself. Your hand finds its way to his much larger ones, covering them.

"Because I want to have a morning in bed with my wife." He murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin.

He hated to admit it, but he needed you — and he didn't want to be away from you.

He loved your curves, the way your body arched under his touch whenever you were beneath him, how your body felt against his.

He kisses your shoulder, your neck, and a shiver shoots down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, inhaling your scent deeply. He loves that smell. Your smell.

You smiled, giving in to his pleading. You knew you wouldn't be able to leave with him practically glued to you.

You turned your face so that you could look at him. He was pouting as usual, looking so damn adorable that you wanted to kiss the pout away.

"Don't smile at me like that." The man muttered, as if reading your mind.

He held you tightly against his chest, as if worried you might slip away if he loosened his grip even a little.

His eyes were still closed, but you could feel his fingers tracing patterns lazily on your skin.

And just like that, you knew that he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

[harrysfolklore]

lando norris being down bad for his girlfriend: a compilation

summary: lando norris can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

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Lando Norris could be described as someone who's not scared of saying whatever crossed his mind.

And that's why he never, ever, missed the opportunity to talk about his girlfriend whenever he had the chance.

He mentioned her during interviews, press conferences, social media post and even fan interactions. To the point where fans started making compilation videos with all the moments he publicly obsessed over his girlfriend.

The most popular one gathered millions of views on YouTube, showing multiple occasions Lando couldn't help but be down bad for her.

The video started with a clip from Q&A with fans, someone asked him about his favorite way to relax after a race. Without missing a beat, Lando replied, "Cuddling up with my girlfriend, of course. Nothing beats that."

"You're really whipped man, It's embarrassing," Oscar, his teammate, teased beside him, making the audience laugh.

"It's not, really." Lando shrugged proudly.

The next clip was taken from McLaren's Tiktok account, their content creator tried to do the "Can you watch my ___ for a second" prank on Lando.

"Oh my girlfriend already did this prank to me," Lando said, laughing at the camera, "Baby, If you're watching this, I miss you. Your pranks are way better than McLaren's"

The video moved to show Lando during a post-qualifying interview, his suit hanging by his waist and his fireproofs showing, when asked about his strategy for the race, he cheekily replied, "Well, first I'm going to call my girlfriend for some good luck wishes. Then, I'll focus on getting to the front."

"Zak Brown should hire your girlfriend as your strategist then," the interviewer joked.

"That would be great but I don't think we would be getting any job done. You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure."

The next clip showed Lando with his friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell, playing a trivia game about how well did they knew each other. Max had to answer what was Lando's worst habit.

"I'm going to say leaving dirty plates around the house," he said, showing his board, "You do mate, admit it."

"My girlfriend would agree on that," he admitted, "She's always complaining about it."

"I don't know how she's still living with you."

"Because she loves me, and I would die if she leaves me."

On the same note, a video of Oscar teasing Lando followed right after.

"Who's most likely to snore?" Lando read the question, and Oscar quickly put ut the cutout with Lando's face, "How are you so sure? You didn't even hesitate."

"Mate, I've heard you, plus your girlfriend literally complained about not being able to sleep properly last night because you kept snoring."

"I did keep her up last night, but it wasn't just because of the snoring," Lando said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Put the not safe for work disclaimer at the beginning of this video please."

The next segment was from Lando's own Youtube channel, he was doing a little vlog in Miami before the race weekend.

"Hi everyone," he said, filming himself in the mirror with his camera, "Today I'm back with another LandoLog, I'm going to be filming some behind the scenes of this Miami weekend, so without further ado, let's go," he moved the camera around, focusing on his girlfriend who was putting some mascara on her eyelashes, "Here's my beautiful girl, who takes ages to get ready. Say hi baby."

"Hi everyone," his girlfriend waved, laughing, "I'm not taking ages, I'm just making sure I look good."

"You always look good for me," Lando said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning the camera back to himself, "See, I told you she's the best."

The next clip showed Lando and Oscar together once again, this time they were giving a tour around the McLaren hub.

"This is my driver's room," Lando said as he opened the door, "It's cleaner than Oscar's, clearly, and looks like I have a bed."

Lando moved to put together the small bed that was behind the door, "This is an upgrade from last year, we didn't have this. I'll be definitely giving it some good use, to nap or with my girlfriend."

"Can we have a video where you're not a horndog please?" Oscar said, putting his hands on his hips.

"You're the horndog, I never said what we were going to use it for, we're just going to cuddle."

The video moved to show one of Lando's post race interviews after winning the Miami GP, he had been asked ho would be the most excited person about this win besides him.

"My girlfriend, definitely. I couldn't have done it without her," Lando said, his voice filled with emotion, "She's been my biggest supporter, my inspiration, and my motivation. This win is as much hers as it is mine."

The video then cut to a scene from Lando's gaming stream with Max Verstappen. The two drivers were deep into a game of Call of Duty, their banter and laughter filling the screen. Lando was focused, his eyes glued to the monitor as he coordinated with Max.

Just then, Lando's phone buzzed on the table beside him. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened, the comment section noticing, "Hey, mate, I need to go. My girl needs me for something," he said, setting down his controller.

"Lando! Are you serious right now?" Max said, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"I am, see ya," he turned to the camera, smiling not so apologetically "Sorry, guys, duty calls. See you next time."

The last scene was a snippet from an interview, Lando had been asked what he saw in his future.

He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Honestly? I see a lot of racing, hopefully some championships," he laughed, "but most importantly, I see her. I can't imagine my life without her."

The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Get you a man who is as down for you as Lando Norris is for his girlfriend.