#maybe I’ll try writing something else today lol

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*glances at Elastic Heart* Time, holding Sky in his arms:

…uhh help guys

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

invisible string

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: this is about to be super self indulgent but could you by any chance do a spencer reid x barista!reader maybe he keeps going back to the same cafe or something and memorizes like little facts about coffee or something lol i love your writing so much!!

Summary: Spencer keeps going back to the same coffee shop not because of the coffee but because of a certain someone that never fails to make him smile.

Square Filled: invisible string by taylor swift for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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“I need a double shot espresso and a strawberry refresher,” you call to your coworkers. You’re working the register when a tall man walks up to the counter. Man, he is super cute. “Hi, what can I get for you?”

“I don’t come here often but I hear you don’t take large cups? What are they called?”

“Venti?”

“Yeah, that,” he chuckles. “What do you recommend?”

“I personally love anything caramel. It gives me enough sugar to counteract the bitterness of the coffee.”

“I’ll do that, then.”

Man, he is clueless but he’s so cute. You’re not sure if this is a bit or if this is who he actually is but you like it.

“What kind of coffee do you want?”

“Hazelnut Americano with caramel drizzle.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

He pays for his coffee and you start making his order since there is no one else in line. You write his name on the cup and walk to the pickup section and call his name. The way he bounces over to the counter is kind of cute.

“Have a nice day, Spencer,” you grin and hand it to him.

“Thank you. You, too!”

The next day when Spencer comes in, he is more confident. He’s still nervous since he finds you attractive but he’s not going to let that stop him.

“Hey, I remember you. You ordered the hazelnut Americano yesterday,” you smile and greet him. You yawn and cover your mouth. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter how much coffee I drink, I am still tired.”

“Did you know that coffee was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder?”

“I did not but it makes sense. He needed all that energy to round up all the goats. What’s your name again?”

“Spencer.”

“Yes, that was it. Sorry, I have a terrible memory.”

“I have an eidetic one.”

“What is that?”

“An eidetic memory is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision—at least for a brief period—after seeing it only once and without using a mnemonic device. I have an IQ of 187 and can read twenty-thousand words a minute.”

“So, you’re really smart?”

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll have a fact for you.”

“Deal.”

There is a line forming behind him so Spencer quickly orders and leaves just as fast as he came. You have to wait an entire day to see him again and this time, you have a fact lined up for him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile. “I think I got a good fact for you today.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Did you know that ketchup was once sold as a medicine?”

“In the 1830s, it was believed that the condiment could cure almost anything, including indigestion, diarrhea, and even jaundice,” he nods.

“Alright, smarty-pants, I’ll have to try harder tomorrow.”

“I have one for you about coffee. Did you know that bees love the taste of coffee?”

“Is that why they always fly near me when I’m having my morning coffee in my sunroom?”

“It might be.”

Another line is forming so you grab his coffee order and move on with your life. The only thing you’re looking forward to now is Spencer when he comes in. He shows up the next morning at the same time he’s been showing up, and you find yourself smiling because of him.

“Spencer! The usual?”

“Actually, get me your favorite drink.”

“Are you sure? You’re not allergic to anything?”

“Nope.”

“Coming right up.” You ring him up and accept his cash. “I have another fact, and I think it’s a good one. Did you know the Vikings discovered America and not Christopher Columbus?”

“Yes, approximately five hundred years before Christopher Columbus, the Scandinavian explorer Thorvald, brother of Leif Erikson and son of Erik the Red, died in battle in modern-day Newfoundland.”

“Okay, you’re good.”

Spencer blushes at your small compliment. “My head is filled with facts that I can’t seem to forget like coffee beans are actually the seeds from the coffee plant’s berry-like fruits. The coffee plant is a shrub that grows in tropical climates in parts of Africa, Asia, South America and North America. It produces an edible berry-like fruit known as a coffee cherry, which typically contains two coffee beans. These beans are then processed and roasted to create the coffee we know and love.”

“I did not know that.” You really like talking to him but every time he comes in, there is a line forming behind him. You have to move on so you put in his order. You turn to your coworker who barely begins to make his order. “Can you take this? I want to make his cup.”

“Sure, smitten kitten,” she grins.

You grab the empty cup and make your favorite drink for Spencer. When you’re done, you write your number on the side of it in hopes he will use it.

“Spencer?” He walks up to the counter and you smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

Spencer doesn’t notice your number until he gets to his car. He smiles which makes you smile because that is a good sign that he likes what you did. The next day, he comes in with someone. He hasn’t used your number yet but maybe he’s nervous. The man with the dark skin encourages Spencer to make a move on you, and he pushes him toward you.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile.

“Hi. This is my friend and coworker, Derek Morgan.”

“Hi, Derek.” You turn to Spencer. “I got one for you. I really think I’ll get you this time. Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, the New Year celebration was called Wepet Renpet?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Wait, really?” you gasp.

“Are you serious?” Derek asks Spencer at the same time as you.

“I’m sorry, yeah, I did.” You tip your head back and laugh. “While we celebrate New Year’s Day on January 1, the Ancient Egyptian tradition was different every year. Meaning ‘the opener of the year’, Wepet Renpet was a way to mark the annual flooding of the Nile River, which usually happened sometime in July. The Egyptians tracked Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, to time their festivities.”

“You know, one day, I’m gonna get you. I’m gonna know something you don’t.”

“I’ve been barking up that tree for years now,” Derek chuckles. You and Spencer look at him and he nods in understanding. “I’ll go wait over there.”

“What can I get you two?”

“Caramel Macchiato and a Hazelnut Americano.”

“Is that all?”

Spencer looks at Derek who nods in encouragement.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he stutters.

He blushes as he talks which is super cute.

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I still have your number. I was nervous about using it but I will now.”

“Don’t wait too long,” you grin.

There is something pulling you and Spencer together, something of an invisible string.

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[leossmoonn]

can you please write something with Mike being a hero, maybe saving the reader from something? I feel like he is such a caring, protective person who wants to help others and I would like to see something where he is able to do that - your work is so appreciated and incredible btw!

thank you :D.

a/n- thanks to jess for this idea. i didn’t just want to do a copycat scene of mike and afton. that’s the only idea i had lol. and i feel like this could capture what you wanted you :)

warnings / includes -lowk near death experience lol. reader can be read as gn ! one use of y/n

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“i’ll see you in thirty, mike.”

mike gives his co-worker a small smile and nod. “yep.”

he exits the employee’s office, stuffing his hands in his pockets in search for his keys and phone. he checks his phone for any texts or calls from max about abby, relieved to see nothing was the matter.

he makes his way out of the mall and to one of the fast food options across the street. he forgot to pack his lunch again. not like he does, anyways. he usually can get by with lots of water and some gum, but today he’s hungrier than usual. he hates to spend money on food for himself, but he knows that if he doesn’t eat, he might pass out. that’s not something he needs happening at work.

“hi, can i have a number three. no drink,” he orders. he pays with cash, taking the table number and sitting down in the corner of the restaurant.

he looks out of the window, trying to think of anything else but the home he has to go to at the end of the day, and the fact that he should get another job. he thinks about what abby might say to him, or what she might not say to him.

he ponders about the day his brother was taken. if only he could go to sleep right now in this mcdonald’s. if only he could travel back in time and see who took his little brother. if only he was able to protect garrett from the monsters that lurk on this earth.

his appetite is shot, but he forces himself to eat something since he paid for it. he saves some fries for abby, putting them in a paper brown bag and folding it hastily. he gives the workers an awkward smile as he leaves, pulling out his phone to check the time. he still has 15 minutes before his break is over. he might as well just go back to work. he doesn’t get paid to be on break, and every cent counts.

he makes his way across the parking lot, pressing the crosswalk button once he gets to the street. he watches as the cars speed by, the wind blowing in his face and providing a calming sensation. a wave of tiredness washes over him and he feels his eyes start to flutter shut. he runs a hand over his face, dragging his skin down in attempt to somehow stimulate him. but, of course, it doesn’t work. mike is in terrible sleep debt and will be for the rest of his life.

he starts to feel impatient as the light is taking too long — for him, at least. in reality, he’s only been standing there for almost two minutes, but it feels like 10. his attention is turned away from the terrible timing of the traffic lights when he hears a loud laugh. he looks to his right, seeing you approach him. you’re on the phone with somebody and talking very loud. the wind seems to carries your voice as you laugh once more, rolling your eyes right after.

as you get closer, mike quickly looks away. he glances at you through his peripheral once you stand next to him.

“yeah, i’m not sure what to get him. i might just get him money. that’s what teenagers what anyways, right? he can just spend it however he wants,” you say.

mike tries not to listen to your conversation, but you’re right next to him. it doesn’t seem like you care, anyways. it’s not like you’re talking about anything incriminating.

“well, i’m about to cross the street and head to the mall. can i send you pictures of things i find and you can tell me if he will like them or not? okay, thanks. yeah, i’ll talk to you later.”

mike turns his head to you slightly, watching as you end the call and slip your phone in your back pocket. you glance at him, giving him a sweet smile. it’s not a polite, awkward smile like mike usually gives someone. it’s genuine, like you’re happy to see mike or something. the corners of your eyes crinkle and the apples of your cheeks raise. mike can’t help but stare for a few seconds too long.

finally, the crosswalk gives them the green light. mike lets you walk first, but as you take a step, a car that’s turning right doesn’t stop. everything happens so fast, you barely have time to process. first you were calmly taking a step, next thing you know you’re heart is racing and you feel like you’re about to shit yourself. your body feels like a sloth and your legs stutter, not sure what to do even though your brain knows you should take a step back. luckily, mike out and grabs your arm, yanking you back onto the side walk. the car has the audacity to honk at you, speeding into the parking lot behind you two.

“oh, my god,” you mutter, a little breathless. you look down at his hand that’s wrapped around your bicep. his grip is firm, but gentle. his hand is warm and you can feel the callouses that live at the base of his fingers.

“sorry,” mike murmurs as he tears his arm away from you.

“don’t be sorry. you saved my life,” you smile gratefully. “it’s… it’s no problem,” he nods.

“ugh, now we have to wait another cycle. i’m sorry,” you groan as you watch the lights on the other side turn green.

“you shouldn’t be sorry, either. that asshole almost killed you because he couldn’t wait a few seconds.”

“yeah,” you sigh. “i wonder why he’s in such a hurry.”

mike looks back to the small strip of restaurants behind him. “must be hungry.”

“mmm, being hungry and driving are not a good mix. trust me, i know,” you joke.

mike laughs softly. you give him another smile. “i’m y/n.”

“i’m mike,” he says. he says your name in his head a couple of times as to commit it to memory.

“so, are you always saving people from angry drivers?” you ask. you internally cringe at your cheap way of trying to keep the conversation going, but mike doesn’t seem to mind or notice.

“only sometimes.” he gives you a playfully grin that makes your heart stutter against your rib cage.

you stay silent for a few moments, looking over him. you feel like you’ve seen him before. he looks so familiar, but you don’t know why. you know you’ve never spoken to him before. you only knew one other mike, which was one of your co-workers. and you know you’d remember this mike if you had even bumped into him. he’s handsome, no doubt. his eyes are dark, like he’s experienced terrible things, but they’re also soft and kind. he doesn’t look welcoming or forthcoming. you can tell he’s quite reserved in the way he stands, his stolen glances, the way his hands rest in his pockets. once he smiles, though, his face lights up and there’s a twinkle in his eyes.

you stare at him for a few more moments. you trace the slender curve of his nose and prominent jawline that could cut butter. it’s when you take another look at his whole face you realize where you know him from.

“do you work at the mall?”

mike eyes widen slightly and you can see his ears redden. “yeah, i do.”

“i knew i recognize you from somewhere!”

his lips twitch up into an almost smile. “how often do you come to the mall?”

“well, i’ve been making very frequent trips since some of my families’ birthdays are coming up soon. they all seem to be born one month after the other. and then, of course, when i come home i realize i forgot to get something.”

“i think i’ve seen you, too.” mike’s eyes flicker down your body and a thrill runs up your spine.

“you work in security, right?” you ask. “i do,” he nods.

“well, you are great at doing your job. you saved my life today.”

“well, technically i’m just supposed to make sure nobody is stealing anything. so, i was just doing what a good samaritan is supposed to do.”

“believe it or not, not everyone would do what you did. especially if we were in a crowd of people. i might have legitimately died, or gotten seriously hurt.”

“i’m glad i was here to help, then.”

mike can’t help but feel a small ounce of pride fill his chest. he’s always been a pretty humble guy, and he knows that him saving you from an asshole of a driver was what he was supposed to do. but he’s spent most of his life feelings helpless and worthless. he can’t hold down a job, he’s doing a terrible job of raising abby — by everyone’s standards, at least — and he just feels like he’s living the same day over and over again. he feels like he’s going nowhere and that he’s stuck permanently, like his feet are cemented to the ground and he will never be able to move.

but being here with you, his day feels a little different. he feels a little lighter and happier, even. he feels like he finally did something good in his life.

“god, finally,” you sigh in relief as the cross walk gives you the go.

you and mike both take a moment to make sure no one is coming. you two share a little laugh before walking across the street.

“it was nice meeting you, mike,” you smile as you head towards the entrance of the mall.

“you, too. i hope you’re able to find a gift,” he says. “so, you were listening to my conversation earlier,” you raise a brow.

his jaw drops a little. “i-i —”

you laugh, “i’m just teasing. i know i’m a loud talker. i hope I’m able to find a gift, too.”

“there’s a gamestop inside near the build-a-bear, if you haven’t looked there yet.”

“i will definitely check it out, thank you. maybe i’ll see you around?” you ask. you hope you don’t sound as hopeful as you feel. mike doesn’t seem to notice, but he seems to feel the same.

“definitely,” he smiles. you give him a little wave as you make your departure from him. he watching your retreating figure. for the first time ever, he is actually looking forward to his security job in hopes of seeing you sometime soon.

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@celestbarnes

[vvynia]

a. anderson x black reader

pairing: beautiful hardworking provider abby x loving housewife reader

genre: fluff w/ allusions to smut.

word count: mmm idk but it’s short i promise

warnings: due to sexually suggestive content, mdni under any circumstances. otherwise, just pure fluff and maybe a twinge of angst if you get a microscope. also not beta read. if you see a grammar or spelling error, lemme know and i’ll appreciate it.

author’s note: this is my first time writing on tumblr! i was feeling excited and had a lil creative spark so here we all go. this was a draft for a good month and i spontaneously finished it instead of starting my nutrition assignments lol i hope ya’ll like it !! 💕

nah cause imagine being abby’s little housewife, basking in your femininity every. single. day. wearing long flowy skirts because you want to. learning to knit and sew and alter all types of clothes in your spare time because you want to. absentmindly mentioning some new hobby or skill that’s piqued your interest to abby over the dinner you made.

that night, you two shared in your routines because abby left work early that evening, trading a little shift-time with a coworker on an you owe me one pass. she didn’t hesitate to let everyone know that it’s because she wants to spend time with her wife.

she gets undressed as you draw a bath. it smells of ylang ylang and lavender with a dash of gardenia. epsom salts are added to soothe her muscles cause lord knows you do zero heavy lifting during your day or else abby glowers and coos about how “you could’ve just asked me, baby.”

working a well-lathered sapo sponge into her skin because the love of your life deserves the absolute BEST pampering and if she won’t give it to herself, you sure will.

you two head to bed that night in married bliss (after abby initiates slow, languid sex, of course. how could she not when your breasts were right in front of her while you ran that prickly ass cloth over her shoulders? she’s from around the way, she leaving with something)

you wake up before abby most days to prepare her a nice, warm breakfast (cause she loves and takes care of you so its the least you could do, really, to show how much you appreciate her), and today is no different. you try to be as quiet as possible but abby sleeps like an on-call soldier, like she’s in an active warzone and the enemy could strike at any time sooooo nine times outta ten, the faint cadence of sizzling applewood bacon’ll have her stretching out of bed.

but anyways she comes to you from behind as you mix a little pumpkin spice into the pancake batter, nestling her palm into the nook where your waist and right hip meet. her hair is down this morning, so when she bends to press kisses along your left shoulder, the tips brush along the neckline of your satin camisole. its a miniscule thing of material, hem reaching as far as the apex of your thighs. even the soft patter of her tresses against your body would be enough to tickle you, and they do just that.

you shy away, giggles on your tongue and happiness dripping from your wide eyes. you tell abby to shoo if she’s going to make breakfast harder. she smiles.

moments like these remind abby why she works so hard even on the days that demand more out of her—physically, mentally, emotionally.

she’ll do anything to make sure she keeps getting to hear you sound so pretty, so carefree.

[idleoblivion]

"I Know Who You Really Are" Deuce Spade x GN Reader

Synopsis: After a run in with some former ‘friends’ of his, you reassure him that his efforts aren’t wasted.

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: I intended this platonic but read it however you want. Also I promise I don't write fics almost the exact same length on purpose idk why it keeps happening.

Warnings: Deuce is sad/insecure, reverse comfort, also you both bully Ace in a fic where he isn't even there to defend himself lol

You were sitting on the couch in your dorm, casually scrolling through Magicam when the front door abruptly swung open. Looking up, you see Deuce, who walks over to the other end of the couch and plops down. Immediately, something feels off to you. You’re confused when he doesn’t say anything to you, so you speak up first.

“Uh, hey. What’s up?” 

He mumbles something under his breath that you don’t quite catch. He’s slouched over and won’t look at you. Your brow creases in worry.

It’s not unheard of for Ace and Deuce to come barging into your dorm unannounced, if they were bored or wanted to borrow your notes or whatever excuse they had. Today’s instance wasn't normal though, you could tell. 

“Where’s Ace at?” “I don’t know. I don’t feel like dealing with him right now.”

“Did he do something? Or say something? He runs his mouth a lot but you know it doesn’t mean anything.” Normally a jab at Ace would get him to at least smile, but his expression stays as glum as it was when he walked in.

“No, he didn’t do anything. I’m just not in the mood.”

“Did something else happen then?” You scooch a little closer to him and put your phone in your pocket. “If you want to talk about it, you know I’ll listen.”

He’s silent again. You’re kind of at a loss, stuck between trying to push him for answers or just letting it go. Despite your concerns, you settle for the second option. You pull out your phone again and get back on Magicam. Maybe he just needed some peace and quiet.

Neither of you say anything until he starts fidgeting a little, which gets your attention back. You notice him eyeing you like he wants to ask you something, so you turn to face him again. “Come on, what happened?”

“It’s just… is anything I’m doing even worth it?” You blink in surprise. He sounds uncharacteristically serious, and you’re caught off guard by the question. 

“What do you mean?” 

“This… this whole ‘honor student’ thing I’m trying to do. Is there any point?” He’s slumped over even more now, looking entirely dejected. 

You take a second before you answer. “You’re working hard to improve yourself and be a good student. How is there no point to that? Plus you said you wanted to make your mom proud, I definitely think you’re doing that.” The mention of his mother makes him scowl and you’re worried you said the wrong thing. 

“If she is proud, she shouldn’t be.”

Your eyes widen a little at that. “Deuce, where is this coming from?”

He looks hesitant to say more, but a reassuring nudge to his shoulder from you is enough to get him talking again. 

“Just…some guys I used to know before I came here… I ran into them over the weekend, and they started making fun of me for trying to clean up my act.” He takes a frustrated breath in and continues. “Talking about how I was still just like them, and this whole goody-two-shoes act is a sham. And that I’ll never be good enough to be a real honor student. That I’m stupid for even trying. ”

You take in his story for a second before frowning. “Well, that’s just wrong. That’s not right at all.”

“Isn’t it though? I’m always behind you and Ace, I try to stay out of trouble but sometimes I still can’t, and so many people just know me as that same delinquent.” He hangs his head low and clenches his fists in his lap.

“Deuce…” You rest your hand on top of his, and he looks up at you again. “That’s not your problem, it’s theirs. If they don’t want to see the effort you’re putting in, that’s on them. You’re not perfect because of course you're not, nobody is. But you always work hard, and you’ve made great progress already. It’s not your fault they choose to ignore that.”

“And more importantly,” you smile gently at him, “I know how hard you try. I know who you really are. So does your mom. And so do our friends, even with all the shit they give you. I promise they have your back just like I do.”

He pauses to think about what you said. He cautiously meets your eyes again. 

“You think I’m good? You mean that?”

“Yes, I do.” You state confidently. 

That seems to finish reassuring him, as he half-smiles before staring back down at his hands in his lap and muttering a quiet “Thank you.”

You nudge him again. “Don’t thank me yet. Thank me when me and Ace are done handling those guys.” You joke. 

He laughs at that and flashes you the first real smile he’s had since showing up. “Please don’t, don’t start acting like a delinquent for me. Neither of you can fight anyway.”

"Hey, Ace punched your dorm leader and got away with it."

"Sucker punched him, if he was ready Ace never would've landed the hit. Also he immediately overblotted, how is that getting away with it?"

You shrug and pull out your phone again. “Doesn't matter, I've got a new idea. You think I could find those stupid guys on Magicam? How do I do that?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“See? You’re so uptight, you’ll make a perfect honor student. As soon as you learn how to study without me.”

“Oh whatever.” He’s grinning though, and he’s lost that gloomy aura he came in with. 

He’s never had friends like you, who would take the time to comfort him without question. Who could see potential in him and believed he could really be something. He’s not used to this kind of feeling, but he can’t pretend he doesn’t enjoy it. You make him feel cared about, and that’s more than most people have ever given him. 

Yeah, if someone like you has his back, he must be on the right path. 

[rukia-writes]

Rukiaaaa i hope i’m not brothering you too much- but i’m trying to keep the ror fandom afloat😭

So drop your personal headcanons. Dont matter what or how. Just anything!

A/n: I finally had some time 🕰️ ♥️✨

Headcanon: what it would be like being around these two.

🦁 🐏 unless you are massively tall yourself, you are the short one but that’s okay. These two are the most fun and kindly accepting gods around ✨

🦁 🐏 I hope you’re the one that thinks a lot because the two together are the equivalent of:

Ares: if you do it, I’ll do it.

Hercules: I’ll do it, if you do it.

And it’s like something they shouldn’t be doing like maybe, bench pressing a mountain 🏔️ or maybe taking one of Hera’s apples!🍎 but hey Ares was hungry and needed that apple. So you have to be the one to tell them, “let’s not do that.” You have to be the balancer. ✨

🦁 🐏 also! Don’t, I repeat! Don’t tell Hercules who your secret crush is! Ares either! You have to tell these two not to tell anyone or else they’ll casually walk up to you or say from a distance how you and your crush make a cute couple ✨ lol it’s not that they can’t keep a secret, you just have to tell them not to say anything.

-Bonus: if you like Ares or Hercules and you tell the other person they’ll be your wing man to get you closer to the said person. Like, Hercules will somehow manage to get Ares to take you somewhere (because Ares needs a little push) or he’ll always push you two together for assignment. Ares will do the same, he probably likes to do the famous: “I’ll say all three of us are going to theatre, but I don’t show up so the two can have a date.” Ares also always makes plans at night 🌙 because he believes dates in the morning don’t count, it has to be night for it officially be a date.

-bonus: if you like both, youll have to tell both otherwise you could be in the friend zone for awhile. Hercules would pick up on the signs first that you like him first, Ares probably picks up that you’re flirting but he’ll probably won’t think anything of it and will chop it up as you two are good friends. (Unless you’re really, really coming on strong…then he gets it) ✨

🦁 🐏

You: I’m cold-

Ares: I told you it was cold out today, you should have bundled up. (As he wraps his huge ass cape around you while going on and on about telling you to wrap because he was right)

You: I’m cold.

Hercules: I’m glad I was prepared! (Like I head canon there is a pocket inside his fur kilt-lol-so he takes his scarf-the one he had as a kid because I also headcanon he has that too- and wraps it around you.✨ he gets it snug too✨

🦁 🐏 if anyone picks on you, that’s essentially means they are picking on Heracles and Ares too. These two gods don’t stand for that. Like, imagine someone picking on you or you had altercation with someone and the next day they look over their shoulder to see two huge ass gods wanting to know if there is a problem. Like, that’s scary as they both 6’10 😭 and weigh probably 280+

🦁 🐏 if you hang out with one more than the other, the other is going to get a little jealous and will stick to you until time is even again and believe me they know.

-If you need alone time, they totally understand and will give you space. But they’ll miss you the entire time and are always happy to see you again. ✨

🦁 🐏 having one of those days where you don’t feel like yourself, both are supportive in their own way. Hercules will give compliments to boost you back up and Ares will give compliments while getting you your favorite item; food, jewelry, hair products, clothes, etc.,

🦁 🐏 you essientally have to sweet and powerful protectors for life and they would be very cool and sweet friends.

Sad bonus:

🦁 🐏 before round 4 Hercules gives you his scarf because you’re cold and tells you to always wrap up and that he’ll be back to wrap it around you again after his round. After the round, both you and Ares keep it close at all times. 🥹

🍂Rukia-Writes🍂

[digitaldiarystuff]

Our Secret Pt.2

sooo i’m starting to write before the poll is over hope the result stays the same lol

also thank you for not giving up on me💕

you can read part one here

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N x Fermin Lopez

summary: you are Pedri’s girlfriend and know his friends, one of them being Fermin. It doesn’t look like he likes you very much but what if he likes you too much?

genre: angst

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That night after Fermin dropped you at your place you had a weird feeling in your stomach you couldn’t quite place, you didn’t do anything wrong, you kept reminding yourself. Fermin is literally Pedri’s friend, he was just doing you a favor and you’re mad at Pedri because he left you alone, that’s it.

After taking a much needed shower to clear your thoughts you laid on your bed hoping to sleep quickly but unfortunately, you weren’t that lucky and had trouble falling asleep. You felt upset about Pedri’s behavior at the party and suddenly realized all the other times he made you feel uneasy in public, there were times he didn’t feel comfortable being seen with you because you weren’t official yet and that’s understandable given the fact that he’s insanely famous but a part of you felt like you shouldn’t be hidden no matter what. The more you thought about it, the sadder you felt but finally, you felt your eyes closing.

The next morning you woke up a little late and with a headache, great, you thought. You found your phone in between your sheets and looked at missed notifications secretly hoping to see a good morning text from Pedri but there was something else. An unsaved number texted you at 8.32 am

Hey, good morning! Hope you’re okay and don’t have a headache or stomachache, I think eating McDonald’s that late was a mistake 😅

You immediately realized it was Fermin and your heart warmed with his thoughtful words, he didn’t have to text you or check up on you but still did it while your boyfriend couldn’t even bother asking if you went home okay. It’s not like he was asleep because you knew for a fact he had practice this morning so he had to be up. You decided not to let it get to you and started typing.

Hey thank you so much for everything, I don’t know how I’d survive last night without you! And yes the nuggets definitely were a mistake lol, hope you’re okay too

You reread the text trying to make sure it’s not weird but why would it be weird, it’s just two friends checking up on each other even though you didn’t even know he had your number before today. He could’ve easily got it from Pedri, right?

Fermin didn’t text you back after that and you thought maybe it’s for the best but you also didn’t hear from Pedri until well into the afternoon when he called.

“Hey” he smiled softly like he wasn’t black out drunk last night

“Hey” you said with slight coldness in your voice but you weren’t doing it on purpose.

“Are we still on for tonight?” he asked without even mentioning anything about the previous night’s events and you were kind of taken aback.

“What’s tonight?”

“We have that charity event, remember, I told you a week ago.” you suddenly remembered him asking you to accompany him to this fancy event.

At first you were thrilled with the idea thinking this may be the night you make your relationship official but he quickly shut the idea down by telling you he’d pose for the cameras out front and meet up with you once the auction starts. You were less excited now but still said yes and forgot about it all till now.

“Oh yeah, sure we’re still going. How are you planning on going there?”

“The boys and I were thinking about getting a limo, can you take an Uber and meet me there?”

“Do you not want me in the limo?” you asked shocked by how inconsiderate he was being. First he hides you from the world and now he wants you to step in an Uber with a fancy looking dress and ride there alone.

“No of course not, you can come get ready at mine then. I’ll be at the house by five.”

“You know what, I’ll find my own way Pedri. You don’t have to worry about me, not that you care.” you said and ended the call feeling agitated.

He tried calling you a few more times but you didn’t pick up, you even considered turning your phone off and not showing up but wanted to have a nice night with him, maybe this could solve your issues.

You started getting ready for the event, trying on 2 different dresses. One was an off the shoulder black silk maxi dress and the other was a dark red spaghetti strap maxi dress with a wide slit on the side and a corset as a top. You took mirror selfies with both dresses and sent it to your best friend who was on top of your messages app and started on your makeup as you waited for an answer. Your phone pinged not long after and you picked it up expecting it to be Elena but was shocked to see Fermin’s name on the screen. You remembered saving his number in the morning. He sent you a single text.

Definitely the red one

Your cheeks heat up immediately realizing your mistake, you sent the photos to Fermin instead of Elena because he was the last person you texted.

I’m so sorry, it was meant for someone else lol

You wrote back but made a mental note to wear the red dress, maybe it was that much better. You anxiously waited an answer from Fermin but it never came and you felt stupid, did he think you did it on purpose or was he being the cold and stoic Fermin you know again? You felt like you managed to make him open up more and made progress in your friendship and would hate if he went back to being distant. You thought about what can you text him that would make him answer but before you could find something your phone started ringing.

Fermin Lopez

You picked it up slightly nervous.

“Hey”

“Hey, are you not riding with everyone else to the venue?” he asked straight away without even asking how you were.

“No, um, I’ll go straight from my place so…” you drifted off not knowing how to explain why you weren’t going with your boyfriend.

“Are you ready?”

“Well, I’ll probably be ready in 15.” you looked at yourself in the mirror, you had the dress on and your makeup was almost done.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up then.” he suggested but his voice was so neutral you couldn’t understand any emotion behind it.

“What? Fermin you don’t ha…”

“I’m on my way Y/N. I’ll text you once I’m outside.” he said and hung up before you could even reply.

You stood there for a few moments trying to understand what just happened, why was Fermin this interested in how you’ll arrive at the venue or how you’re doing and more importantly, why wasn’t Pedri?

You decided to push these thoughts away and put on your accessories for the night but was a little too slow because Fermin already texted you before you could put everything on. You told him you need 5 more minutes and he was welcome to wait in your living room whilst you finish up and he soon rang the doorbell.

You opened the door revealing Fermin in a suit, this was the first time you’ve seen him this formal and admittedly, he looked nice. Actually he looked so good that you had to tear your eyes away from him but he didn’t look like he noticed, he was too busy looking at your figure with wide eyes. This may be the longest he’s ever looked your way but once you made proper eye contact, he immediately looked away.

“Hi” you smiled and hugged him softly, kissing one of his cheeks. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your waist careful not to put it too low. It felt more like a fancy first date than two friends carpooling to a charity event where your boyfriend was waiting for you and the thought made your stomach turn. There was something about Fermin that you couldn’t understand, he was never inappropriate or weird with you but you couldn’t help but feel something and that something scared the living shit out of you.

“You look amazing, told you this was the best dress.” he shyly said and your cheeks turned red with his compliment, you knew he preferred this dress but it was also your favorite. You didn’t wear it for him.

“So do you.” you replied and it was his turn to have reddened cheeks. He looked down at his shoes and didn’t look back up until you spoke again.

“Let me put on my shoes and we can go.”

You went into your shoe closet and picked out the nude heels you had in mind. They weren’t too high but still elevated your look. You dropped them in front of your door and tried getting in them but struggled because of your dress hugging your body tightly, Fermin soon noticed your uncomfortable state.

“Here, let me help you” he didn’t even let you reply and kneeled down in front of you to help you step into your shoes and buckle them, he did one foot and lightly tapped your calf for you to hold the other one. His one hand on behind your calf steadied you while the other helped you and you were standing so close that you could feel his breath on your exposed leg which made you shiver. You placed one hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with yet another emotion but this time you knew it wasn’t something like sadness or anger, it was pure lust and you hated that you also had the same look on your face.

He slowly rose to his feet but you didn’t let go of his shoulder, you felt glued to him at that moment. Fermin must have felt the same because he stood so close to you that your noses nearly touched and he made no effort to pull back, you knew better you really did, you should’ve taken a step back thank him for helping you and go to the event but Fermin had other plans.

He suddenly closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips onto yours in a hasty manner like he had to do it, he did it so urgently as if he needed you and you couldn’t help but move your lips with his placing your hand on the back of his neck. Your judgement was too clouded to stop as he walked you back into your living room without breaking the kiss, he only stopped when your back hit the wall and a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Fermin” you mewled as he was moving his hands all around your body and on your exposed leg.

He pulled back slightly, your foreheads still touching and both of you panting. His eyes opened for the first time since he kissed you and looked straight into your soul.

“Fermin” you whispered this time not even sure if you were asking him to stop or carry on.

“Y/N, I want this. I want this so fucking much but if you don’t, I can get out of here now and we can pretend this never happened. I’ll never bother you again.” he softly said and you were surprised at how calm he was talking contrary to how passionate he was being mere seconds ago.

You closed your eyes to try to slow your heartbeat down, your whole body was shaking a little. You tried to think but all you could think about was his lips and hands on you.

You stood there for a moment before leaning in again and he happily accepted your advances telling you to jump and you obliged not caring about anything else in the world other than Fermin. He was making you feel that alive.

“God, you’re perfect” he said while carrying you to your room and kissing every inch of skin he could find.

“Just make me feel good” you begged him and he nodded eagerly. He was going to do just that.

[feyascorner]

Preview | The Fangs Between Us

summary. “I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.”

Intimacy is not something you like to indulge in after your last lover nearly strangled you to death. Sometimes, you wonder if letting him ascend would mean he would still be here, by your side, rather than lurking the shadows of Baldur's Gate.

warnings. angst, comfort, slow burn, reader is a bard

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

parts. 0, TBA

a/n. This is just a preview of the multi-chapter fic I thought of :)) I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue writing it yet, but I'll definitely try lol. It takes place after the game!!!

As dark spots blur your vision, you realize you can no longer breathe.

His hands–the slender pale fingers you’ve grown to love more than your own–wrap desperately around your throat, digging crescent-shaped indents into your skin. You’d always thought that if he were ever to realize you weren’t as precious to him as he believed you to be, your neck would be the one part of yourself he’d continued to cherish. The softness in which he brushed his fangs against the most vulnerable areas of your throat had led you to believe so.

But as you stare up at him with wide eyes meeting a murderous glare, you understand that you are wrong.

His crimson eyes gleam with an emotion you’ve seen plenty on his pretty face, but never toward a friend. Never to you. You’re going to die, you think. And it wouldn’t have seemed so bad to die at his hands if it were not for the hatred reaching his eyes.

You’re not sure who–maybe Karlach or Wyll–but someone tears him away from you. Your chest dares to tighten from the loss of contact, yet you desperately grasp at the air, hands flying to the tender flesh of your neck while Shadowheart rushes to your side in an instant with her eyes narrowed dangerously at the very man who’d made the dark blemishes.

They’re yelling. Everyone is. At you, out of panic, or at Astarion, you’re not sure, but you just stare at the vampire spawn who’s now unwillingly locked into a life cast into the shadows of the city. He doesn’t look at anyone else besides you, either.

He says something and a few more muffled voices spit back before he throws the dagger you’d given him to the ground, turning to leave. Your hearing clears just in time to hear his parting words.

“I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.”

A pair of hands shake you awake, and you quickly remember the poor consequences to your back of falling asleep on the empty, narrow street beside the Elfsong tavern. You look up wearily, eyes in a daze as Shadowheart sighs irritably, brows furrowed in a way that tells you to ready yourself for a scolding. “Honestly, at this point, I’m just surprised you haven’t gotten robbed during the night yet.”

You force yourself onto your feet, leaning against the walls as you rub at the crust forming under your eyes. “I have nothing of value anyway. They’re better off stealing from some other poor bard who actually bothers to write songs.”

She raises a brow at this, scanning over your appearance. “Where is your lyre?”

“Sold it,” you shrug, dusting off the muck garnered at the sides of your pants. “Wasn’t much use to me anymore. Better off adding to the funds to rebuild the city, don’t you think?”

Shadowheart frowns, and it makes you look away shamefully. Thankfully, she quickly shakes her head and then paces past you. “Speaking of which, are you in any condition to help out today? Gale’s promptly exhausted trying to cast mage hand at least a dozen times yesterday to rebuild the Blushing Mermaid. That foolish wizard nearly passed out by noon.”

“‘Course,” you offer a pathetic smile. “We’re nearly finished with the Baldur’s Mouth. I’ll catch up with you once I check up on everyone there.”

“Very well,” she says. She purses her lips after a slight pause. “You should stop falling asleep on the street. Especially since there’s been quite a few murders recently around the city,” she checks to see if you haven’t dazed off, “I expect you to come home tonight–We’re making stew.”

“I will. Don’t think my back can stand much more of this anyway.”

Her shoulders relax the slightest bit, and she finally manages to catch your darting eyes. “Is it the nightmares again? They’re getting worse, aren’t they?”

Your throat goes dry, and you can feel your knees grasping at its remaining strength as you search your mind for a way to respond. You’re tempted to lie through your gritted teeth, knowing she’s fully aware regardless of what pathetic answer you offer her, but you opt to seal your mouth shut, shrugging.

The flash of disappointment in her eyes is enough to make you feel the knots tighten in your stomach. With a curt note, she turns to walk away, glancing back for one last time. “Don’t give him the privilege of occupying a part of your mind for so long. He doesn’t deserve even the dirty filth you have all over yourself.”

For the first time after he nearly killed you and you defeated the Elder Brain four months ago, you think she might be right about him.

[seangelfish]

Hello there, how are you? :)

My mind has been thinking about HiMERU finding cold-hearted&toughfem!reader drinking alone, and takes her alcohol away, suggesting to do something else.

I leave the rest to you.

NSFW pls.

Ignore if you want. Thank you 😁

A/N: Hello there! I’ve been doing well, thanks for asking! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ This is my first ever NSFW request so I’m pretty excited. HiMERU is my fave member from Crazy:B, so I hope this goes well... (I keep forgetting he refers to himself in 3rd person lol). Anyways, enjoy!! (´ ε ` )♡ This was actually kind of hard to write, so I'm sorry if it's bad! I also decided to change the theme to my NSFW works! I hope you all like it!

Stress reliever

HiMERU x Reader ♡ Genres/tags: Smut (NSFW) ♡ Content warnings: fem!AFAB reader, oral (receiving), missionary, vanilla sex, not proofread! ♡ Word count: 2,710 ♡ Summary: HiMERU has always cared about your well-being, even to a point he’d try to meet you everyday to ask how you were. Unluckily for him though, you were one of the coldest producers at Cos Pro who would constantly shake his advances off.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

It wasn't love at first sight.

On HiMERU's first day at Cos Pro as a new idol, you were rather unwelcoming. He had greeted you, bowed too, but you merely nodded at him and walked away. He didn't mind it though, he already knew what he was getting into when he decided to become an idol. It was inevitable to encounter someone like you in the industry.

However, despite that encounter, whenever HiMERU would bump into you, he still made the effort to greet you a good morning or afternoon. Because you were still one of his producers, he wanted to be polite and respectful.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/N).”

However, you continued to give him the cold shoulder. He didn’t understand this until another producer informed him that you were like that with everyone.

“You should just leave her be, okay? I don’t think (Y/N) even cares for socialising.”

But HiMERU couldn’t leave you be. He wanted to talk to you all the time. He wanted to know about your well-being. Even when you’ve only exchanged a few words with him, he was completely smitten with you.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself or the way you did your work. You were so focused with work that you were able to finish it in a day or so. Even when your personality was as cold as ice, you were seen as the most reliable producer in the agency.

Not only that, but you were beautiful. HiMERU’s eyes would light up whenever he caught a glimpse of you. He’d never miss the opportunity to say hello.

Fortunately for him, you were assigned as one of Crazy:B’s producers. Unfortunately for you, Crazy:B was the last unit you’d ever think of working with.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you said. “Nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). From today on, I’m your producer. I’ll be helping you with all your work.”

Rinne immediately tried to woo you, but you completely ignored him. Niki tried thanking you for your time, but you blankly replied with, “No need to thank me. It’s my job.” Kohaku could understand that you didn’t want to be a part of this group, so he merely bowed and left you be. HiMERU, however…

“It’s nice to see you again,” he said. “HiMERU hopes we can get along better now, Miss (Y/N).”

You stared at him for a moment before replying with, “Keep hoping.” You then picked up your belongings and walked away. He watched your figure speed off, your heels clanking sharply at the floor.

However, by time, you did warm up a little to the group. You were still cold and tough as ever which showed a lot in the work you set them, but you smiled a bit more. HiMERU liked seeing this progress.

His relationship with you has also seen some progress too. Whenever he’d greet you, you actually stopped to greet him back. Of course, you were still cold with it, but you were getting there.

“Alright, that’s it for today,” you said, wrapping things up. “Now go home and rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”

Before the idols could say anything, you had already left. As the rest of Crazy:B talked about what they needed to improve on, HiMERU caught sight of your planner. You had forgotten it.

HiMERU picked up your planner and dashed out of the room, leaving the other members confused. It was 7pm by the time Crazy:B was finished with rehearsals, so that meant you were heading home.

HiMERU hoped he’d be able to catch you, but you were way too fast. Thankfully, you had informed them of your address and phone number if they ever had anything important to talk to you about.

He tried calling you, but you wouldn’t pick up. Ah, that’s right. It’s after work hours now, so of course you wouldn’t pick up. The last resort was to visit you on the way home.

Now, how was he supposed to get there?

It was 9pm by the time HiMERU finally reached your place. He was held up by other idols in the agency who tried talking to him. As polite as he ever was, he joined in the conversations. He didn’t want to make himself look bad after all.

But he was finally here. He knew how important your planner was since you brought it with you everywhere. He knocked on your door and waited.

After a few seconds, it opened up.

“Eh, HiMERU…?” you groaned. “Why are you here at this hour? …Did something happen?”

“I… uh…”

HiMERU couldn’t look away from the outfit you were wearing, but he knew that he should. You were wearing nothing else but a silky nightgown that accentuated your curves. He could tell why you wouldn’t care about your appearance because gripped in your hand was a bottle of alcohol.

“Well then, what is it?” you asked, kind of irritated. You took another long sip of the alcohol and sighed.

He avoided your gaze as he handed you over your planner.

“You left this in the rehearsal room,” he said.

But before you could take it from him, he snatched the bottle away from you.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “That’s mine!”

“Miss (Y/N), you’re a producer at Cos Pro, HiMERU doesn't think you should be drinking the night before work tomorrow,” HiMERU stated blankly.

“Ugh, this sucks! You seriously don’t understand how much anxiety and stress I’ve incurred during my days at Cos Pro! This is the only way I can cope! So, give me back the bottle now, and leave me alone!”

HiMERU never really thought about how you might of felt. He always thought you were well kept and organised, but seeing you in front of him now said otherwise.

“Give… it… back!” you cried, trying to reach for the bottle, but HiMERU merely lifted it higher in the air.

“Miss (Y/N), there are many other ways to deal with stress,” he said. “Alcohol shouldn’t be one of them.”

“Ugh, whatever! It’s not like you have better ideas!”

“In fact, HiMERU does,” he replied, sighing. He couldn’t believe that his crush was an alcoholic.

“Alright then, tell me,” you challenged.

“HiMERU just needs your consent first.”

“Nghh... ah~!" you gasped.

You were spread out on the sofa, your nightgown pulled up to bare your nakedness as HiMERU's tongue licked your soaked folds slowly.

This wasn't what you expected when HiMERU told you he had a better idea. What you expected from him was a mature suggestion, something such as exercising to calm down your nerves, but THIS? You would have never guessed he was going to go down on you?! No wonder why he asked you for your consent and the levels of your alcohol tolerance.

And it's a good thing you had such high alcohol tolerance because the feeling of being eaten out like this felt so good. You'd hate to miss out on this.

Wait, what on earth are you thinking?!

“Ah~ mhmm…”

You couldn't believe that you're just letting him eat you out like this! Out of all people as well? HiMERU?! ...Well, it's not like you ever hated him. Sure, you've treated him coldly, but that's because you're at work to do work, not to make friends. All you ever cared about was surviving. You were only working in Cos Pro to earn money to live. So, keeping up a cold, tough act was one way to do it. Unfortunately, work at Cos Pro was absolutely aggravating and depressing. That's why you had resorted to alcohol.

But this... this seems to be more pleasurable.

His hands kept your legs secured and spread out as he continued to lick and suck on your pussy, leaving trails of kisses here and there across the inner parts of your thighs.

"Ahhh~ feels... so... good~"

He smirked. He liked the sounds you were making because of him, and he was happy that you were enjoying yourself too. He knew that sex was a good way to reduce negative emotions, and it's a lot more healthier than taking in alcohol. However, he also knew that this was something he would never think of doing with his producer let alone his crush. Was he perhaps... breaking out of character...?

He was only planning on making you feel good, so you were able to get a good night's rest before tomorrow morning, but a tent formed in his pants too. He wanted you so bad, but he knew he shouldn't. He vowed that once you came, he was going to leave. He was only doing this for you and you only, it wasn't about himself.

Out of the blue, you grabbed his blue locks and shoved him closer to your pussy.

"Ahh~! More...! Please give me more...!" you pleaded. "Ngh~!"

He gagged a bit, but obeyed. The flicking of his tongue inside your pussy sped up, causing your moans to build up too. As he looked at your face from below, you made eye contact with him. His gleaming yellow eyes looked particularly sexy from down there, it made your face even more hotter than it was before.

"Mmm~" you went. Something within you wanted even more than this.

Your pretty figure arched at his touch.

"HiMERU, I'm... I'm going to c-come...!"

"Hah..." he groaned, lifting his head up from between your legs. "Then come..."

You did as you were told. He watched you squirt all over the sofa, soaking it in the process. You panted in exhaustion, but you couldn't help but smile at how good that felt.

"You came... that's great..." he muttered, panting. "HiMERU will get you cleaned up now. Have a good night, okay? HiMERU will taking your alcohol away too."

He stood up, but you immediately grabbed his hand, yanking him back down. He caught himself before he fell right on top of you, his arms on each side of you as he looked down at you from below.

"Please stay..." you whispered, reaching for his neck. "I want more of you... I want you inside me..."

HiMERU's cheeks instantly turned pink. He couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. "(Y/N), I can't..." he said, dropping the honourifics and looking away.

"Please, HiMERU... you want me too, right?" you said, eyeing his boner. "I'll let you have all of me."

He was silent for a bit, but then looked back at you. You looked desperate and extremely needy. Sweat rolled down your flushed face, your eyes begging him to completely rail you.

He sighed and leaned down a bit so that your lips touched his ever so slightly.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered. "I won't hold back."

"Yes... I'm sure... I want you to fuck me..."

"...Alright."

Your arms wrapped around his neck once he completely laid his body weight on yours. He kissed your lips tenderly, but on the other hand, you bit his. You kissed him roughly which he didn't seem to mind, so he returned the action. Saliva started to form between your tongues as you parted, a thin string swung.

"Hah..." he moaned. He still couldn't believe that he was doing this with his producer, someone in a higher position than him in the industry. He couldn't believe that he was doing it with you, his crush in the industry, the beautiful yet cold woman he had fallen in love with. He was rather lucky if he thought about it.

He unbuckled his belt as you waited for him excitedly. He pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out. It was big and hard, precum had already seeped out of the tip. It was such a pretty cock that even you would love it if he shoved it down your throat.

His tip brushed against your flaps causing you to moan. He did this several times as if he was teasing you, but he just loved the sight of his dick just stroking your pussy, and the sight of you being irritated that you hadn't put it in yet.

"HiMERU!" you cried. "Just put it in alr–"

HiMERU shoved his dick into your hole before you could finish your sentence. He began to ram into you as fast as he could.

"Gyah~!" you cried. "Ahh~ ahh~!"

"Hah... you're... tight..." he mumbled. "Ugh... fuck... this feels... good...!"

Thrusting his dick in and out of you, HiMERU pulled your nightgown even higher to expose your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples which were hard from how aroused you were.

"Ahh~! H-HiMERU...!"

"(Y/N)... fuck..."

His tongue swirled around your nipple as he began to suck on it roughly, another hand caressing the other boob slowly.

"H-HiMERU..." you moaned. "I can't... believe that we're doing this... haha... I can't believe I'm doing this..."

"Neither does HiMERU," he replied, thrusting into you with no intentions of stopping. "HiMERU doesn't understand why you're okay with this... when... you never wanted to look his way..."

You were silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

"I just hope... you don't hate 'me'..." he mumbled. "'I' like you a lot, (Y/N)..."

"I don't necessarily 'hate' you..." you said slowly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I never hated you."

You smiled at him, a genuine, pretty smile that he has never seen you pull at work ever. This was new to him, this emotion that you were portraying. You looked like a completely different person now from the producer he had fallen in love with.

He was in awe, he was in love. He wanted to see you smile like that all the time. Still, he loved the cold, tough woman you were at work too, but this version of you was something he could adore as well.

He smiled at you sadly. "You really are beautiful," he stated, kissing your forehead softly. "I hope you can smile like that more..."

Your hand made its way to cup HiMERU's cheek. "You're so nice to me even when I haven't been as nice to you... don't do that to yourself..." you whispered, eyes beginning to water. You couldn't believe how kind he was to you, a woman who was seen as cold-hearted.

His pace slowed down. He held your hand and shook his head, "No matter what you say, or anyone for that fact, I won't ever stop being kind to you. As I've stated before..." he continued to his cock deep into you. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"Ah... ah... H-HiMERU..."

And as on cue, you came right on his dick. He kissed your cheek as you panted uncontrollably. Pulling himself out of you, he rubbed his dick a little bit before coming onto your naked body. Warm cum dripped onto your chest, coating it in a white finish. HiMERU would like to admit that he liked the sight in front of him, having you covered in his cum.

"H-HiMERU... thank you..."

"Of course."

He helped you clean up before he left. Once he was outside your door, you called after him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Um... would you... be able to help me out again?" you said sheepishly. "Uh... with my anxiety and stuff..."

He snickered. Holding your cheek gently, he nodded. "If you ever need me, I'll be there for you... no matter what you need me to do, I'll do it."

You watched him walk down the hallway and down the steps of your apartment. You closed the door with a sigh. A smile crept up your face.

"Heh... that was a good stress reliever~"

After that one night, the two of you began to relieve each other's stress with even more sex. Whenever you were stressed out at work, HiMERU was willing to give you a quick fingering in your office... or whether he was having a bad day due to Rinne, you would reciprocate with a quick blowjob in the bathrooms. Although the two of you kept it professional within the workplace, you just couldn't help but touch each other and help the other out. As the days progressed, perhaps the two of you would turn this little playdate thing into a more established relationship where you're able to fuck HiMERU to your heart's content.

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[shegatsby]

Heyy! Its me again haha. I really wanted to thank you, this turned out really good!♡

I also have another idea..

Okay so reader is Will's cousin and they are visiting Will, Hannibal doesn't know and decides to pay Will a visit but he's currently at the store so he starts talking with the reader and they find out they have much in common like being fans of arts, opera and cooking.. and then reader says they are applying for a job in Baltimore as maybe an arts teach or smth. And 5 to 6 months after that reader meets Hannibal again in a museum of arts, they again start talking and catching up, exchanging numbers and staying in contact for awhile until Hannibal gets 'captured' and then of course everything that happens after that, Hannibal tries contacting reader in that time but it seems as reader blocked him.. and then I thought that maybe it would be like after the fall that Hannibal finally gets in contact with reader and they finally start building a romantic relationship!^^

So yeah thats my idea. I really hope you like this idea and can make something of it. Your writing is like honestly amazing and I would be really excited if you would do this considering the other one was so well made.. I wish you a wonderful late new year and to everyone else aswell! <3

A/N; I cannot believe I've finished this while listening to Justin Bieber -Maria lol Sorry its a bit long but i really enjoyed writing it. Also thank you for your kind words, i'm here to serve the fandom. <3 sorry for any typos since English isn't my native language. Oh, i hope you'll have an amazing year and i hope you'll heal from your past wounds.

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warnings; mention of cirme, thats it. its safe kiddos.

You had to walk into the store in order to get warm and also buy groceries for your dear cousin. Will Graham. You were visiting him for a week and he asked you to cook your famous stew, in cold days like this a warm stew would cheer anyone up, so after breakfast you decided to get dressed and go to the store while Will was making cookies for his guest. You didn’t know who the guest was but he said he wanted you two to meet. You only nodded and left the house. Inside was warm, and smelled nice, you loved grocery shopping and cooking for people. It was your way of showing your affection towards beloved ones. You were in the wine section, decided to make some hot wine. As you were trying to reach to the top shelf you heard a calm yet dominant voice saying ‘’Allow me.’’ And on your peripheral vision you saw a man’s hand reaching for the wine you wanted. ‘’Here you go.’’ You turned to face the owner of that deep voice, ‘’Thank you.’’ You managed to say, observing his maroon orbits. Such a distinct color, you thought. ‘’Elegant choice. Most people don’t go for that brand.’’ He announced, Doctor Hannibal Lecter never made small conversations with people he didn’t know but when he noticed that this person knew a good quality wine he just wanted to chat. ‘’I’m making hot wine for today. This one is the best for that.’’ You said smiling, he smiled back. ‘’What is your go to choice?’’ he had this strange aura that made you want to talk to him, normally you would smile and say goodbye but he intrigued you to your core. ‘’If I’m visiting a close friend I pick this one, which that’s what I’m doing today.’’ You looked at the brand he was holding, ‘’I always admired the painting on that bottle. Such baroque colors.’’ He raised an eyebrow to your statement, ‘’I assume you’re interested in art?’’

‘’Always have been. Actually once the paper work is done I’ll start working in Baltimore with painters. They opened a studio and asked if I could work with them.’’ That’s when Hannibal noticed the small and dry paint residue on your dominant hand. ‘’I live in Baltimore and I hope to see your paintings one day at an art gallery. Good luck.’’ He smiled a warm smile which reminded you the sunset in winter, it gave you hope for the future.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ You said and you both walked to your separate ways. However, fate had its own webs to arbitrate in your behalf.

Once you reached to your cousin’s home you saw a car on the front yard, apparently his guest have arrived. You climbed the porch and used the spare key Will gave you. You could hear two man talking about a murder case, you knew what your cousin’s job was and he was so passionate about it that every week he would call you and tell you about a new case. In the entire family he chose you as his special blood connection. You two have always been considered as outlaws, or ‘’the freaks’’ and this made you more close to one another. ‘’I’m home.’’ You announced to let them know, just in case if they were talking secret FBI files. ‘’Come in Y/N.’’ you heard your cousin say with enthusiasm. You quickly left the bags on the kitchen counter and washed your hands, you had slightly cleaning obsession which Will never forgot to point it out. ‘’Hi!’’ you wore your warmest smile and walked into the living room which was at the back of the house and it had a door that opened to the back yard.

As soon as you walked in you saw that man from the store, sitting on the single armchair, holding a coffee mug in his large hand. You froze in your steps, watched him stand up, fix his clothes subtly and extend his hand towards you, ‘’What a lovely coincidence. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ You took his hand, it was warm and manly, ‘’Y/N Y/L/N.’’ Will was puzzled but you explained to him quickly.

That night you asked him to stay longer and he helped you coking the stew and making the hot wine. 3 of you talked and explored new ideas about their cases, they were really keen on getting a fresh perspective from you about their recent case.

It had been months since that strange coincidence, since that you were working in that studio you mentioned to him and rented a small apartment for yourself and your cat. Things were going pretty smoothly and for the first time you and your team had an opening at the Baltimore Museum of Arts, it was an important night for you and you dressed up accordingly. Elegant yet showing your curves in a subtle way. A black velvet dress that was above the knee, black high heels, a fresh blow out, red lips and red nails. You felt like a goddess and walked like one as well. The event started at 8 pm, you were there with your colleges making sure everything was ready.

You were nervous so your colleagues greeted the guests who were mostly middle aged white people, you didn’t mind, since no one knew your face you could stand behind guests and listen their criticism about your work. It was fun, drinking your champagne and listening to rich folk who knew nothing about art making assumptions, some wondered about the artist but you were safe. You were standing right next to them and they didn’t know who you were. You had no idea about what was going to happen that night and that excited you deeply.

‘’Hello Y/N.’’ someone addressed you directly, for some reason you felt like a deer caught in the red lights. You turned to face the owner of that dominant voice, it was him. You almost dropped the empty champagne glass you were holding, he had a smirk on his plump lips. He grabbed your empty glass, a waiter was near you two so he gave the empty glasses to him got new ones, ‘’May I say you look ravishing tonight.’’ His comment made you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, ‘’Thank you, it’s been a while. How are you?’’ and you started catching up, he asked which one of the paintings were yours and you pointed, he looked at them for a while without saying anything, he seemed as if he was calculating something in his marvelous brain of his. Soon you were surrounded by his colleagues, he kept you by his side, ‘’I’m sure you would be delighted to know that those magnificent paintings were created by none other than this woman who is standing next to me.’’ He announced when his colleagues mentioned how much they liked your paintings, you were shocked that he revealed you to them like this, he seemed proud to have you to himself, the crowed started to compliment you all you could say ‘’Thank you, thank you so much..’’ you weren’t used to having the spot light. You could feel his large hand on the small of your back, not moving up or down, staying put. You felt like he was showing you off, but why?

When the night came to an end all of your paintings were sold, the owner would be revealed in a few days and you decided to send him or her a thank you note. Hannibal asked you for your phone number to keep in touch, he offered to drive you home also, you didn’t refuse because it was cold outside. As you left the building together you noticed his elite acquaintances raised eyebrows and questionable eyes, you didn’t care. You gave him the directions, it was snowing outside softly, when he reached to the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car. You had a strange feeling that you didn’t want this night to come to an end, you noticed his slowness, maybe he felt the same way? You watched him opening his mouth to say something and then closing it. ‘’Would you like a glass of hot wine.. since it is really cold it could warm us.’’ You abruptly suggested, ‘’I would love to.’’ Was there a hint of excitement in his dominant voice? You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, he was older than you and seemed like a serious man, why would he want to have deeper connection with you? He had multiple beautiful people in his circle to entertain him… you decided that you two were in the right place in the right time and also Will Graham being your cousin made you two share a simple connection, that was it.

Thankfully your flat was organized and clean, he appreciated that mentally. He, deep down, was checking his long list ever since he met you, no one knew but Hannibal would like to share his luxurious life with someone and he had a long list, and whenever he met someone knew he would see if that person could tick all of the things in his list, you were doing great so far.

After making the hot wine you found yourself laughing at Hannibal’s stories with Will, you left your high heels on the floor, sitting on the couch whereas Hannibal was sitting on the armchair, sleeves rolled up, his tie was loose, legs wide open, holding his empty wine glass, you found yourself admiring his posture, he sat like a Greek statue, carved by the most talented sculptor of all time. He noticed your lingering shiny eyes on his body, he even liked it,

‘’Being desired by someone is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.’’

He said, his voice sounding like a prayer, divine and his eyes on yours… he slowly stood up, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, you could see the veins on his hand. He turned to you and got your glass as well, placed it next to his. His thick fingers went to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. His orbs got darkened, he leaned in, you could feel his rich perfume, filling your nostrils. He whispered, ‘’I would like to have you for dinner, see you soon little dove.’’ and he left.

Of course he wanted to kiss you, ravish your body and leave marks on you, claiming his territory but there was still time for that. He was an old fashioned man and he didn’t have time for superficial things, he wanted this to be right. Before he let you speak he wore his shoes and left your flat and left you speechless.

After few days you got a phone call, Hannibal invited you for dinner at his house. What happened at your house few days ago troubled the depths of your mind every single day. He seemed like he was interested in you but you weren’t sure.

You knew he was interested in etiquette, aesthetics, so you wore slightly formal clothing. A black pencil skirt, beige blouse and high heels, soft make up and you were done.

When he answered the door his face light up to see you looking divine, ‘’Please come in. I have surprise to show you.’’ He announced.

He held your hand and walked you to the upstairs, ‘’This is my study room.’’ He announced before he opened the dark wooden door, inside was lit with yellow lights, he was right it was his study room. The detail was that the walls held your paintings… he was the one who bought your paintings, all of them.. ‘’Rest are in my office, my clients love them.’’ He said smiling to you, ‘’Hannibal… I don’t know what to say….’’ You were overwhelmed with emotions. ‘’I really like your work and I want you to follow your dreams.’’ You turned to look him in his maroon orbits, you didn’t have to say anything, your eyes did the talking.

After that you kept seeing each other, his work and also yours made it hard but whenever you had time you spent time with him. Bringing lunch to his office or Hannibal sending your studio presents. However, these last week you heard nothing from him, he wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t at his office, when you finally went to his home he wasn’t there, but his car was there… finally you called your cousin Will and he didn’t tell you much except Hannibal was involved with some crime and he disappeared. You couldn’t believe your ears, you did your research, he was all over the news but deep down you didn’t want to believe it. Also the news weren’t clear about his crimes…

Weeks passed without any news from him, you spent your days at the studio and you noticed how dark your paintings got… when you were with him you were blooming but now you felt as if life dropped you of somewhere and you are watching everyone live, except you. Your life got stale.

One day your paintings were accepted by an Italian art exhibition but you also had to be there as well, so packed your things and left Baltimore. Will also encouraged you to do it, he knew how depressed you got after Hannibal’s departure.

Italy was a dream, a dream you were glad to live it, the warmth, food and art made you feel like in a Disney movie but a part of you secretly wishing to experience this with a particular gentleman. You didn’t know your prayers were going to be answered.

The night of the exhibition you got a phone call, unknown number. You answered, ‘’Hello?’’ at first there wasn’t a voice, you were about to hang up but you heard him, ‘’I’m so proud of you Y/N.’’

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it was him. Hannibal.

‘’Hannibal? Where are you? What happ-‘’ he stopped you, ‘’Not on the phone, I’ll see you after the exhibition. Wait for me at the back.’’

The night felt like an eternity, when finally you were free you literally ran to the back of the building and there he was, on his motorbike, he looked so different yet familiar at the same time. ‘’Hop on princess.’’ He made you wear a helmet and together you rode. He took you to a villa, it was his new home.

You didn’t say anything until he brought you inside, as soon as he turned to face you to speak you slapped him, ‘’How dare you leave without a single note? I’ve been worried sick!’’

Hannibal was baffled to see this fierce side of you and he liked it. He kissed you. His plump lips made you feel at peace. Kiss got heated due to the fact that both of you had sexual tension for each other so long that now you were a volcano exploding. His hands went to your waist and pulled you roughly to him, his body felt like a rock, so firm. When you pulled away you were on his couch, on top of him, ‘’Is it true?’’ you asked out of breath, ‘’What?’’ he asked to buy some time. ‘’All they say about you.. are you a criminal?’’ you asked with hesitation. He had a smug smile, ‘’Does it matter?’’ his cockiness and confidence made it hard for you to be realistic but you figured as long as you two were together nothing could harm you. You kissed him passionately.

Thank you for reading.

[iphoenixrising]

(6am / Prime Girl back with a hit of randomness hehe)

hi babe!! It’s been a long time since I’ve been around ;; I’m sorry about that! I saw your recent post about some health and family things that have been happening, and I am absolutely heartbroken for you. I really really hope that you’re doing well, and that you and kiddo’s year will be able to finish off well!!!<3 ;;

I’m actually back around bc I thought about you when I was driving home from work today and!!! I just really really wanted to come and tell you how much I look up to you as an author and how much you’ve inspired me even after these years since I first found your beautiful works ><

the way you write about emotion and intimacy and how it interweaves in so many different ways is something I think about every time I write something - I always think about the emotions you made me feel with your writing and how wonderful your works are I also post fics on AO3 now, but it’s particularly my ABO fic I wanted to mention to you because I’ve had multiple comments being like ‘I didn’t like abo before this’ or ‘some other fics I read were weird but this one made me give the genre a chance’ and in my head I’m always like OMG THATS HOW I WAS WITH WINTER BABE!! it makes me so SO incredibly happy and I’m always thinking about and am so grateful that you and your wonderful works literally changed not just the genre for me forever and made me ADORE the concept, but showed me that it can relate to love and yearning and intimacy in such incredible ways ㅠㅠ (I also get tons of comments abt people begging for mercy bc they cry every chapter but that’s not the point LOL)

Thank you so so much for being such an amazing author that not only produces beautiful works, but that has always interacted with me so kindly ㅠㅠ I was going through a lot of things when I was reading your works and they always brought me so much comfort (they still do btw!) and really showed me a way of writing that let me escape from my world for a bit and would have me in tears at 6am ><

Anyways, my life is surprisingly busy nowadays and I know yours is too, but I just wanted you to know that this blog will always hold such a special place in my heart and you inspire me always!!! much much love to you and to kiddo! I am seriously wishing you guys all the best, and I’ll try to be around a little sooner than this next time! 🥺

(p.s. IM SO SO SO SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY YOU LIKED THE CEO TIM PROMPT I WAS GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET ECSTATIC THAT YOU ENJOYED MY TAKE ON IT KDNDKDNSKSNKDNDKSMSKSJSK AND YOUR THOUGHTS???? JUST ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AS ALWAYS???? YOUR BRAIN IS AMAZING ISTG I WAS DEAD AND IM JUST SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT ><)

BABE. Babe <3 I'm so happy to hear you're writing things and it helps you with everyday life. Oh I'm just so, so happy for you. I've missed you as well and everyone else in the Tim Drake fandom, but the fact you're putting works out on Ao3?? You're writing wonderful things?? You're making people cry because you've pulled them out of themselves to feel things?? This is wonderful babe! This is the best news EVER! I'm so proud of you I can't even stand it. Writing is so hard and it can hurt so much to put things out there to people, and you are so, so brave and amazing to find your way. I'm thankful you've found the strength within yourself to do daring things.

Babe. Congratulation.

Send me links, I beg! I beg. I will read ALL THE THINGS AOB.

I still read the fuck out of fanfics but I've moved into BL (my fandom blog is a mess because I love too many of them) instead of DC, but releasing my fics back into the wild might have spurned something, might have brought back the muse a bit, so I might try to give it another go! I've got some very important chapters to things I promised people and maybe it's time I keep those promises. (Because @satire-please deserve a final ending to Dr!Tim).

I even went on the Capes and Coffee Discord just to talk out some ideas and that's a pretty big step to be honest.

But, even tho life is busy and you're moving into new, exciting things and people are rightfully in love with your fics and your brain, I will always have a spot for you here. You can always come back to me and read or talk out ideas or tell me how life is going. I adore you and hope only great things in your journey <3

(YOUR IDEAS ALWAYS INSPIRE I SWEAR I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH BECAUSE THIS THING WAS EASY TO WRITE AT THE TIME AND I STILL FEEL LIKE I COULD FLESH IT OUT MORE SOME DAY)

[reina-tries-2-write]

The Space Between Sounds

Chapter 7: The Library

SYNOPSIS: Toge catches you in the library one day and the two of you begin to have study sessions regularly, getting to know the other a bit better.

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The classwork wasn’t like you expected it to be and your struggles didn’t get any easier as time passed. If anything, it just got harder the more material you missed. You didn’t have an interpreter or friends to take notes for you like you did back in high school which made everything harder. Gojo did his best to make sure you were understanding everything but had a tendency to turn his back to you while he was still speaking so you couldn’t read his lips.

You found yourself spending a lot of time in the library, relying heavily on your textbooks that you actually purchased so you could write in them. You annotated the shit out of every single page you read over and did your best to fill in the gaps in your notes.

It was pleasantly quiet there too and you would even come to decompress sometimes, taking the occasional nap in a study room or just watching things on your laptop. It was a nice space for you to get away from all the noise of campus and really focus on something.

On occasion you would see Toge in the library with you, doing his own studying. The two of you wouldn’t interact but he would give you a quick smile and wave in greeting.

Except that changed today.

You were in your usual spot, working intently on your notes and textbook annotations when you saw Toge walk in. He gave you his usual smile and wave but instead of going off to his spot, he came over and sat down across from you.

You gave him a particularly wide smile, happy to have him around and to let him know he was welcome to sit with you. He looks down at your open textbook that is now bright and colorful due to the highlighting and sticky notes plastered all over it, before he pulled out his phone and typed to you as always, turning it around for you to read.

—You’re certainly dedicated—

—I try. Kinda gotta teach myself some of the stuff—

—Wym?—

—Gojo turns his back a lot when he teaches so I don’t catch everything he says. Gotta fill in the gaps—

—He turns his back a ton! Why haven’t you said anything?—

—I dunno. Used to teaching myself stuff I guess—

—Well if you ever need notes, I got you—

—Thanks. I appreciate that—

—Ofc. Whatchya workin on?—

You turn your textbook around to show him the page and he nods as he scans the text.

—You mind if I join? I kinda need to work on that too—

You nod and give him a thumbs up before you pat the space on the table next to you, indicating to him to come sit next to you so you can share the textbook.

He moves seats and pulls out his own notebook, reading over your annotations in you book and comparing them to his notes.

—Maybe I need to get notes from you. This is really good—

—You’re welcome to study with me anytime you want—

—I might take you up on that—

—Well you can come join anytime you see me or come get me from my room—

—I actually wanted to ask you about that. I know I can’t exactly knock so how do I get your attention through the door?—

—Oh, I probably should have explained this to everyone. I leave my door unlocked so you can just crack it open and flick the lights a few times until I come over. But if there’s an emergency, you can literally just barge in lol. I’m thinking about getting a light doorbell for you guys to use though—

—That’s honestly pretty genius. I’ll do that if I need ya—

—Thx. Gotta find workarounds yk?—

—I’m genuinely impressed, I’ll give you that—

—Well thx. Is there anything else you wanna work on or just whatever after this?—

—Whatever you need to work on—

—Works for me. Lmk if you can’t read my handwriting lol—

He gives you a thumbs up and the two of you begin to study, typing back and forth when necessary but mostly getting by on pointing to words or scrawling something down on sticky note.

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I had noticed Y/N spending a lot of time in the library in our down time and I pieced together that she was probably struggling with the classwork still. I didn’t really want to interrupt her studying but I still wanted to let her know I was here outside of training too.

So I sat down across from her today and she offered to let me study with her. I originally thought I would be helping her most of the time but her notes and textbook annotations were extremely thorough and she ended up teaching me just as much as I taught her. I helped her fill in the gaps in her notes and she helped me with fully understanding some theoretical concepts. Those were pretty difficult for me. I’m a pretty hands on, practical kinda guy and theory is out of my grasp sometimes.

But she was patient with me, as much as I had been with her, and she was actually really good at teaching without needing to use words. Sure we were scribbling things down on sticky notes to communicate but most of her teaching was pointing and showing me her notes.

I loved how proud she looked when I actually grasped a concept, particularly if I had really been struggling with it. She seemed more than happy to help me and I realized this might be her way of paying me back for training so to speak. Like it felt more equal to her.

I benefited from our study session and it began to be a regular thing with us, mostly on weekends but I’d catch her on the occasional weekday if I was really confused about something or she was particularly lost.

I found myself really looking forward to our study sessions and she made the classwork actually enjoyable which was a welcome difference for me. Along with looking forward to spending time with her, I noticed she seemed to be getting more comfortable with physical touch. Sure she relied on it but that didn’t mean she liked it. I understood that much.

But over time, my heart would start to race when our fingers touched or her gaze lingered. I’d honestly get a little flustered, very unusual for me, when she’d give me certain expressions. Pride, understanding, thanks. She started to be more expressive around me which I loved.

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After getting through all the material you could manage today, you typed a bit with Toge for some decompression time.

—Oh, btw, can I get ur number so we don’t have to share a phone to type on lol—

—Ofc! 987-654-3210—

You handed him his phone back, your fingers brushing across the other’s, and pulled yours out, ready for his text and to save his number.

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TOGE:

Hey! thx, this is so much easier lol

YOU:

def lol

TOGE:

so, tell me more abt u

YOU:

well, whatchya wanna kno?

TOGE:

i dunno. like what ur life was like before here?

YOU:

pretty boring ngl. I have like two whole friends and that’s abt it. and as much as I love them, I’m a third wheel lol. but they’re cute together so idc

TOGE:

oof lol

YOU:

yeahhhh. tell me abt u

TOGE:

wellllll um, I never really had friends cause of the whole not talking thing and not going to public school but everyone here is nice and it’s a good change of pace for me.

YOU:

glad to hear that. sry we gotta type all the gd time btw. its better than nothing tho

TOGE:

dw, I’m super used to it.

YOU:

same unfortunately. I hate it tbh. just feels really impersonal yk?

TOGE:

I def get that. like where’s the tone and expression and everything?

YOU:

right?! like u mad or just being simple or fast or smthn?

TOGE:

Ik! hate that shit. at least I can convey tone and shit with onigiri ingredients but it still doesn’t work very well hence the gesturing which im sure u get

YOU:

for sure lol. I’m just glad I learned to read lips otherwise I’d be fucked

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The two of you end up spending quite a lot of time in the library, texting back and forth and having a generally good time.

This became a routine pretty quickly and the two of you would compare notes in the library on Sunday’s to make sure you were studying the right material and that he was fully understanding it.

Your grades started to improve thanks to Toge filling in the gaps for you and you were actually pretty proud of your improvements so far.

In exchange for the study sessions, he started bringing lunch for the two of you. You felt a little bad since he was helping you just as much as you were helping him but he insisted it was fine and that he wanted to. Most of the time it was onigiri unsurprisingly but they were always really good so you had no complaints.

You really liked your weekly study sessions with him and slowly getting to know him a bit better but you really disliked having to type. You weren’t the biggest fan of it in general, particularly when you were talking to someone new. It just felt really impersonal even though it was the most practical way for you to communicate aside from sign. You obviously preferred sign but you never asked anyone to learn the language and you never used it around people who wouldn’t understand. What was the point? Plus it just made you stick out even more.

Unfortunately it was the only way for you and Toge to communicate so you obviously still typed to him but you did your best to hide your occasional frustrations. Words on a screen could only say so much you know?

You still enjoyed communicating with him however you could though so it wasn’t as bad as it was with most people. You really love talking to him.

[mollyjeanne615]

Could you please write a song adapting Ted and Charlotte’s conversation/flirting/argument in The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals before he leaves her alone with Sam?

Like… there’s the genuine love between them; their respective issues, fears and unhealthy beliefs getting in the way of it; their regret that they can’t just be happy together while also not taking action to make that happen; the stress of being stuck in an alien zombie apocalypse; Charlotte’s grief over and Ted’s resentment of Sam; and their difficulty actually communicating all the previous things. And of course, the sexual tension. I just think that all of those layers interplaying would make a really good song. Especially since their dynamic wasn’t explored much in the show.

There could even be a coda where Ted, after leaving, muses that he could have done better, but he’s been very careful to never give her reason to expect better from him, so she’ll get over it. They’ll be back to their version of normal soon enough (messy as it is). So he doesn’t need to go back in there and apologize or say some heartfelt shit or anything. Then the final notes are the first ones of “You Tied up My Heart”.

I say this every time but holy SHIT this was fun

So I tried to get as much of this prompt into one song as I could - it doesn't cover the entire scene, so there would be a little bit of dialogue between this and "You Tied Up My Heart," but I think it captures a lot of their relationship and connection. There could also totally be some underscoring from this going into the next song in a full production. (Also this wouldn't be in a full production cause they wouldn't be singing, but I dream.) I also cheated a bit with the orchestrations - I've been trying to make them as playable by the original bands of the shows as possible, but for this I switched out the bass part for a second guitar cause why not. There's a little bit of "Time Bastard" in the opening synth part, and there's a pretty big motif/reprise/stolen chord progression in the bridge of the song - I was trying to think of other Hatchetfield songs relating to Spankoffski stories and sexual temptation and all that, and I think this one did the trick lol. I'm super proud of the demo for this one - it came out somewhere between "Dead Girl Walking" from Heathers and "D.O.A." from The Lightning Thief, and I'm really in love with it. Hope y'all enjoy!

In the Worst Way

CHARLOTTE: Ted!  I can’t believe you’re thinking about that at a time like this, the whole world could be coming to an end!

TED: Yeah.  Exactly.  The whole world’s gone to shit and you’re worried about what someone else might think about you?

CHARLOTTE: Well, when you put it like that…

TED:

You think you’re such a good, good girl You pick your nails, you hide your stress But it’s the end of the fucking world So you can afford to decompress

You put your image on a throne You crumple underneath the crown But you need to grow a backbone Before it breaks you down

You’ve been in bed with a scumbag But baby, can’t you see You have a chance to upgrade To a sleazeball like me

So if I’m dying tonight I’ve got a great way to cap off my life I’ll be going out doing the thing I love Screwing around with another man’s wife Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE: Oh, you’re such a horny bastard.

TED: Always have been, always will be.

CHARLOTTE:

My body’s telling me to run My mind is saying you’re no good But I need something just for fun So I guess I probably should

I’ve wished upon so many stars To be more confident and crude So I’ll embrace the love that’s ours With a badass attitude

TED: Okay!

CHARLOTTE:

There’s something in my gut that says You might still be alright Cause I need someone to love me Before we bite the dust tonight

So if I’m dying today I’m gonna let you lead me astray I might be meeting my maker pretty soon So I’ll get down on my knees and pray Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Ooh, I want you in the worst way, yeah

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

My happiness is coming first, I won’t be on my own Let all those without sin cast the first stones I’ll do all I can so you’ll never be alone At least until we kick the bucket

CHARLOTTE:

But should I just stick with the devil I know

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

Well, you know what, fuck it!

They make out passionately as a rocking electric guitar solo backs them up.

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

So if I’m dying right now I’ll spend this moment breaking a vow There’s nowhere else I need to be And I needed a little break anyhow Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say Yeah, let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Let’s let the chips fall where they may

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE:

My husband’s brains fell out today

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

They kiss again on the button of the song.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Skipped the day yesterday because my PC died, but I’ll try to write more replies today!

Starting with the ones related to our recently posted drawings~ But there are also some about twst characters and ships: Malleus, Riddle, Sebek/Jamil and many many more.

hipsterteller asked:

*sees Azul and Idia making out* welp someone better take a picture

I’m pretty sure Jade and Floyd are already on it. Maybe Ortho too, but for more wholesome reasons than the tweels…

hipsterteller asked:

Dang it Kalim…

He just HAD to ask Jamil to come back as soon as possible!

Anonymous asked:

~ 🎵 There goes the vizier hauling ass, like always 🎵 ~

Lmao thank you for the mental image of Jamil racing through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes. Looks like he forgot to get the food though... Maybe he and Kalim could have some fish for dinner?

You’re welcome~ Poor Jamil, getting food from the store isn’t even his job, but he was nice enough to go, and for what? To race right back through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes 😭

If Azul, Jade and Floyd didn’t bring them a pizza this time, they’ll have to have fish for dinner…

Anonymous asked:

Jamil is gonna murder these people, he doesn't care if he gets in trouble. That reminds me, does the...oh who am I kidding, of course they knew Jamil is acting like a snake by using Kalim again.

Jamil is so sick and tired of them, it’s been 30 seconds and he is already done LOL

They probably haven’t seen each other in quite some time, and Jamil isn’t planning on doing his subtle-Kalim-seduction thing in front of these three, but I have a feeling they’ll still notice that there is something going on between them. They know a snake when they see one…

Anonymous asked:

We seen the mafia Octavinelle often visiting Scalding Sands, but what about the Shrouds visiting there since they are often with the mafia?

Oh Ortho would love to visit, but he doesn’t usually get to go with the Octavinelle trio and stays by Idia’s side; and Idia probably hates the idea of visiting Scalding Sands, because it’s way too hot, and Kalim and Jamil are there, and Kalim is annoying and Jamil is scary, and the whole thing is going to be awkward, what is this really, a college reuinon? Yada-yada, mumbling Idia noises.

But still, they’ll visit them at least once. Even if Azul isn’t persuasive enough, Ortho’s puppy eyes are going to break Idia’s will for sure.

snowblub asked:

Whenever I see a post of yours and I know it's yours btw I look at what's there then forget I'm following you then go up to press follow and then realise that I do follow you. Short memory struggles... The amount of times this has happened is a bit embarrassing ngl.

But at least now you know that you got someone who would follow you a hundred times if possible?? I just thought to tell you.

AHHH This is so sweet of you?? Thank you so much. The fact that my drawings give you an urge to press follow despire already following is such an amazing thing to hear! <3 <3 <3

Anonymous asked:

I made the mistake of showing a newer friend your twitter account, I did warn them...😭😭😭

Like yes I like you BEACUSE your problematic, someone has to speak for us :(

~Anon &lt;3

Ohh, I hope you didn’t have a bad fight with them, Anon. Having arguments and even falling-outs with friends because of ship-related content is always unfortunate :(

We can only speak for ourselves, but if you feel seen/inspired by the fact that we have the audacity to post our problematic stuff, I’m very happy to hear that!! <3 Thank you for supporting us.

Anonymous asked:

I've also been thinking about how Malleus threw off the dom/sub radar, and I think it's funny if he throws off everyone else's radar too and even himself guesses whether others are doms/subs wrong like 90% of the time LOL that's how we got rollo & mal flirting with each other, both convinced the other is going to rail them later that night, only to be met with disappointment😔 it's okay boys, there are plenty of gargoyles in the sea....

Anon THIS! I COMPLETELY AGREE lol Especially with Rollo and Malleus; I don’t know if Rollo expected anything from Malleus (he was being a tsundere, that’s for sure), but Malleus clearly read the room in… his own way…

We like to joke that this happens because Malleus learned the art of flirting from Lilia.

Now I can’t stop imagining Malleus’ confused blinks when he learns about the dom/sub positioning of some of the couples.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Epel would like Heathers?

I don't know, Anon, I think Epel wouldn't really get Heathers 😭 But he'll appreciate the fact that it's less "girly" and more intense.

Anonymous asked:

"azul is only hot when he's angry" anon here. i changed my mind. i saw the light. im a redeemed soul.

Ah Anon! It’s good to hear back from you and see that you are no longer a hater of Azul’s natural immeasurable sex appeal. I’m sure Azul would be very pleased to hear that (and sexy) <3

(But in all seriousness I do wonder what made you change your mind…)

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if he's ever expressed a desire to become one in canon, but occasionally I cone across fics and fanart that portray Riddle as a Prosecutor. Every time I end up imagining him as an Ace Attorney rival and then end up laughing because I picture Phoenix thinking 'I thought I was done with the Von Karmas.'

Anon, he fits the role of an Ace Attorney Prosecutor PERFECTLY, and he would be SUCH AN ANNOYING BITCH TO PLAY AGAISNT LOL We love Ace Attorney very much, so we also joke about Riddle being a prosecutor from time to time. I have at least one sketch related to this topic but we posted it on ko-fi.

Our go-to is usually to give Ace the Attorney role, not only because of his name, but also because him being confrontational with Riddle is always a fun thing to imagine.

Imagine Riddle’s angry sprites as a prosecutor… he’s even worse than some of the Von Karmas… at least he doesn’t use a whip I guess lol

Anonymous asked:

i saw this sebejami doujin on pixiv and Sebek is my favorite boy along with Ortho so, what do you think about their dynamic?

They’re intriguing! It’s always interesting when someone who isn’t Malleus gets Sebek’s kind-of-sort-of-approval (a very important achievement I know), and Jamil somehow managed to do it. Maybe it’s because he managed to sit through Sebek’s hours-long rant about Malleus’ grateness in that one vignette, but it honestly shows just how interestingly their personalities play based off each other. Jamil is constantly done with everyone’s bs, but he’s unfrotunately tolerant enough to take a passive role and listen. But he is also enough of a tease to enjoy Sebek’s “cute” and silly moments, like when he watched him almost fight a goat during the Glorious Masquerade event. So I feel like to him Sebek would be a massive pain in the ass (and let’s be honest, with Jamil – who isn’t?), but also have his surprisingly endearing moments.

But this is based on their interactions in the Glorious Masquerade event + that one vignette in which Jamil promised to listen to Sebek’s odes for Malleus lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you have any headcanons of if it's revealed Lilia and Malleus are married or at least SHOULD be? Cause, again, the idea of Silver never questioning kisses and what not until NRC when they said I Love Yous and kissed in public and someone pointed it out is so funny to be

The thought has never occurred to me because to be honest, just like Silver, I never question anything that Lilia does lol

But I can picture some people from the NRC being confused about Lilia and Malleus’ relationship, because they’re definitely closer than just being friends… so while I’m not sure if they would think about them as a married couple(or who should get married), some people definitely think they’re banging lol

And Silver is very chill about it… if only these people knew the whole truth about Lilia’s relationship with both Silver and Malleus… marriage is the last thing that would come to their mind lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Hot take: Deuce gives Jack boob-jobs aka when you put a boner between the pectorals aka breasts/boobs and either the person receiving would move against the chest or the one who's chest is being used would squeezed their chest together and bounce. Thank my cousin for this random headcanon, never needed to know this was a thing but here we are

This 100% should be a thing, and Deuce 100% should do that, because Jack deserves it!!

This also 100% wouldn’t be Jack’s idea, so… I’m looking at Deuce knowing that he has seen this before. What are you reading/watching in your free time, Deuce?

[kakujis]

hello! i hope u’re doing well and i really adore ur work, keep going! i was wondering if i could req chifuyu x fem!s/o who has a male friend she thought of him as her best friend until he started to hit on her and give her weird looks and stuffs /tries to flirt w her but she thought she was just thinking abt it too much and didnt want to say anything since she hates confrontations and thought she’s probably just being paranoid abt it but then chifuyu notices it so he does something about it? (i’m sorry if this is too specific or too weird, feel free not to write it if it’s too much! and if it is, i apologize for that!) have a nice day/evening<3

hi nonnie! i'm sorry this took me literally 2 months oops. please forgive me!!! anyways, here it is! i hope it's to your liking! since it's sfw minors can rb + like, but please don't follow or else i'll have to block u ):

warnings: fluff, one-sided pining, f!reader, violence (chifuyu knocks him out lol), final timeline!

wc: 1.1k

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” 

chifuyu cocked his head, he couldn’t help listening intently, you were only outside the store door. it was like this everyday, your best friend would show up on your break time and spend all 30 minutes with you. chifuyu didn’t mind as long as you went back to work and didn’t bother the customers, but he found himself tuning in lately, noting the troubled look on your face when you would walk in. 

“I said,” your best friend started, “you look really cute in that apron, you should wear it more often.” 

you scoffed, “you mean, my job uniform?” 

“it doesn’t have to be this apron,” he says, looping one finger underneath the strap, “it could be any. like.. a maid apron or something!” 

you step back, gently pushing away his hand. something in you flipped, you felt it in your stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. you were unsure of him lately, maybe it was the way he was calling you more often, or maybe it was the flirtatious comments. there was, however, one thing in particular that bugged you, and it was the way he’d try to hold your hand as the two of you would walk home together. but still, maybe you were just being paranoid? best friends hold hands all the time… right? 

you open your mouth, struggling to find the words to say, until a familiar head pops out from the store. 

“time’s up,” chifuyu says, shooing away your friend with his hand. “get back to work.” 

you nod, feeling a sense of relief as you give an awkward side hug to your friend and scurry back in without looking back. 

“i’ll pick you up after-” your friend tries to say, but you’re already inside, hands clammy as you take your place behind the counter.

chifuyu follows you in, noting your fiddling hands and your eyes glued to the floor. “you okay?” he asks, grabbing a dustpan and broom. 

you nod at first, before sighing and shaking your head. “can i ask you a question?” you start, before shaking your head once again. “actually, nevermind.” 

chifuyu pauses, before shrugging and giving you an “okay.”

the rest of the day moved by in a breeze, it was a slow tuesday. you spent most of your shift cleaning and taking care of the kittens. you loved your part time job. working at peke j land was the best part of your day, the little kitten licks you’d receive each day was enough to get you by the stuffy customers and otherwise long hours. you were hired as a temp worker to fill in for another employee, baji, who was stuck crunching for his college finals. 

as the sun dwindled down over the horizon, you put your apron back in your locker. before you walked out from the back room, you felt that familiar uncomfortable feeling. your best friend was going to take you home today. you texted him earlier, telling him you’d just catch the bus home since you were staying pretty late. he texted you back but you didn’t wanna see his response, leaving it unopened. hopefully, he wouldn’t show up.  you peered over your shoulder, as your boss typed away on a laptop, probably business emails. 

you wanted to ask him if he’d drive you home today, hoping to avoid your friend. but you stopped yourself, reasoning that you shouldn’t mix personal issues and work. 

“i’m heading out, chifuyu! see you tomorrow.” you said, giving a small wave to his back. 

“oh,” he says, before he swivels in his chair, grabbing his keys. “you want a ride home?” the laptop closes with a click as he gets up. 

“you don’t have to..” you start, thumbing the strap of your back.

chifuyu shrugs, “the guys have been getting on my case for staying late anyway,” he jingles the keys in his hand. “let’s go?” 

“okay,” you say, shyly moving out of the way. 

it’s not terribly awkward to walk out with him, following close behind him. it’s reassuring, until you hear a familiar voice. 

“hey, y/n!” it’s your friend, who seemed to have been waiting for you, getting up from his spot on the sidewalk. his smile falters when he sees the two of you, glancing between you both before extending a hand out which you shy away from.

he’s perplexed to say the least when chifuyu ignores him and says, “my car’s out that way.” pointing down the street. you nod, eyes glued to the floor as you mutter out, “chifuyu’s taking me home, you can go now.” 

your friend steps out, blocking your path. “you’re coming home with me, i take you everyday.” 

you shake your head harder, “no i texted you…”

“and i texted back letting you know i was coming back anyway.” he cuts you off, clear irritation in his voice. you’re shrinking, farther back as he steps forward and chifuyu’s had enough. 

he sighs, “kids like you are so fuckin’ annoying.” 

“excuse me?” your best friend asks, voice incredulous, “what did you just say?” 

“i said,” he reiterates, using his finger to push back on the other man’s chest, “kids like you are fucking annoying.” 

your friend scoffs, before grabbing your arm, “let’s go y/n, we’re leaving.” 

“wait-“ you start, trying to plant your feet so that you won’t get dragged off. but he’s much stronger than you and you stumble forward anyway. 

you feel a hand on your other wrist and turn back to see your boss holding onto you, before he steps in between the two of you. 

“back off man,” your friend warns, clearly ready to do something stupid. 

“y/n, do you wanna go with him?” chifuyu asks, eyes staring straight through you and only you, as if your friend wasn’t even there. 

you look between the two of them before you shake your head. “no, i’d like you to take me home..”  

“then there’s your answer.” chifuyu says, looking back at him. “don’t bother her anymore.” 

perhaps it was ego that fueled your friend to swing his fist, but chifuyu was faster, too many nights spent sparring with kazutora, baji, and more had him well equipped for this. you winced hearing the connection of fist to jaw, the crack of bone, and the thud of a body on the pavement. 

“alright, now we can actually go.” he starts walking off towards the direction of his car, before looking back at you. “you comin’?” 

bewildered, you look at chifuyu, then back at your friend’s unconscious body, then chifuyu once more before asking, “um, we’re just gonna leave him there?” 

chifuyu shrugs, “he’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.”

[courtoftheold-fashionedloverboy]

Birthday -- Joel Miller

AN: first time posting my writing. I suck at writing and I wasn’t going to post this but it made me really happy so I hope it makes someone else happy even if it’s just one person.  This is completely self indulgent so I might have gotten things wrong especially since I’ve only seen the show. Feedback is welcome! Thank you. I was  also listening to “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” By Queen when I wrote this because that’s how Joel Miller makes me feel. I tried to write how I feel Joel talks, but I prolly botched it lol so I’m sorry

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: little bit spoilers for episode 9, in the beginning. pure fluff and bad writing. Age difference implied. I did not give an age for the reader but I imagine she is in her 20's. Joel is in his 50’s like in the show/game. reader uses she/her pronouns but no physical description is given. Please let me know if I missed anything. Thank you. 

Summary: It’s your birthday and Ellie bakes you a cake and Joel gets you a gift.

Word count: 2,493

Today did not feel special, despite it being your birthday. Ever since the outbreak, it had only been about surviving. You never felt like celebrating your birthday, especially not when your family was gone. What was there to celebrate? 

You were currently in Jackson having stayed with Joel and Ellie after everything that had happened.You were sitting outside writing in your journal, writing about how dreadful today was. Ellie was inside or so you thought.

“When were you planning on telling us today is your birthday Y/N?” You turned over and noticed Ellie behind you. You quickly shut your journal. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop.”

“I know you weren’t.” You sighed, “And I wasn’t planning on telling anyone that today is my birthday.”

“Why not?” Ellie asked as she sat down next to you.

“There’s nothing worth celebrating.”

“There is. We’ve managed to survive.”

“I know, it just doesn’t feel that way when my family is gone.”

“We’ve all lost someone, don’t you think the people you’ve lost, that we’ve lost would want us to find joy where we can in this world?”

You turned to face her. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You’re very wise for a kid you know?”

“I like to think I am, so, can we celebrate?” 

“Sure, but don’t tell a lot of people. I don’t like making a big deal.” 

“Does that include Joel?” 

“Uh sure, I guess, if he wants to celebrate with us.” 

“He’ll want to, don’t worry.” 

“How are you so sure?”

“I just know these kinds of things.” She got up. “I’ll leave you to your writing, I’ll come back for you when it’s time to celebrate.”

“Okay. What are you planning?”

“I just thought we’d go to the movies and maybe make something to eat together?” 

“That sounds good.” You replied. Little did you know Ellie was planning a small gathering. Ellie left and you continued to write, but instead of something bad or sad, it was something much happier. 

——

Ellie went to find Joel to let him know about Y/N’s birthday. She was hatching a plan to get them to admit their feelings for each other. “Hey, Joel?”

“Yeah?” 

“Did you know that today is Y/N’s birthday?” She asked.

“No. I didn’t. How’d you even find out?”

“I accidentally saw her writing about it in her journal. I asked her about it and and she said it was her birthday and she said she wasn’t planning on telling anyone. I convinced her to celebrate.”

“She never talked about her birthday in all the years I’ve known her. What do you need me for?”

“I need you to get her something.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s her birthday and she deserves something nice. Duh.” 

“And that’s all there is to it?” Joel asked, not quite believing that that was all.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” Joel gave Ellie a look. “Can’t you just get her something without questioning my motives?”

“No I can’t, not when I know you got somethin’ up your sleeve.”

“I’m not going to tell you. Just get her a gift.”

“Fine. What should I even get her?”

“I don’t know, something nice. Something that she’ll like.”

“Yes, because that narrows it down.”

“Well you’ve known her longer, so you figure it out.” 

“Gee, thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome.” Ellie smiled brightly at him.

“And what are you gettin’ her or you ain’t tellin’ me that either?”

“If you must know, I’m baking her a cake.” 

“Good luck with that.”

“I don’t need luck. In fact, I’m a really good baker and it’s gonna be the best damn cake ever, so you better make your gift good.”

“Fine, now go. I gotta figure out what to get her.”

“Get it by 6, I’m throwing her a little surprise party at Maria and Tommy’s. Also if you see her don’t tell her about it.”

“I know how a surprise party works kid.”

“You’re also not good at shutting your mouth around her.”

‘What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“Oh, would you look at the time? I gotta go.”

“I get it, don’t tell me. See you later Ellie.”

“See you Joel!” She said and left

—

You were reading a book, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around. It was Ellie. “Hey Ellie, what’s up?”

“Maria sent me, she needs your help with something.”

“Okay, tell her I’ll be there in 10. By the way are we still going to the movies later?”

“Yes.” Ellie said and then left. You finished reading the page of the book you were on. Then you realized you looked like a mess, so you went to go change into something clean. It was also your birthday so you might as well try to look nice, especially if you were going to celebrate later with Ellie and maybe…with Joel. 

You went over to Maria’s and knocked on the door. No answer. You opened the door and entered. Maria and Tommy always said if they didn’t answer it was okay to come in. “Maria?” You called out. No answer.  You looked for her in the kitchen and the living room. No sign of anyone. Maybe she was out back, like she sometimes was. You decided to go to the backyard and see if she was there. 

You opened the door and immediately you heard. “Surprise!” You saw Maria, Tommy, their baby, and Ellie smiling at you. You didn’t see Joel and your heart sank, but you didn’t let it show. You smiled and gave each one of them a hug as they said “Happy Birthday” to you. 

“Thank you all. You didn’t have to do this.”

“When Ellie told us it was your birthday, we knew we had to do something. Even if we haven’t known each other long, we consider you family.” Tommy said. Tears filled your eyes.

“Thank you.” You looked to Ellie and said, “You were right. There is something worth celebrating. This family.” They all smushed you into a hug. After a minute they pulled away.

“I have a surprise!” Ellie shouted.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Maria and me made you a cake!”

“Thank you Ellie and Maria!” You said and Ellie went inside the house to go get it. 

Ellie entered the house and noticed Joel looking at you longingly through a window. “You know, staring at her like that won’t do you any favors.”

Joel turned around, “Huh?”

“Look, I know you have feelings for her, so when are you going to tell her?”

“How do you know?”

“Joel, you stare at her like an idiot every time she’s in your presence.”

“I didn’t know I was that obvious.”

“Well you are, so tell her.” Insisted Ellie.

“She’s not going to wanna  be with an old man like me.”

“Don’t you think that’s for her to decide? When you make up your mind tell her.” Ellie grabbed the cake and went to go back outside. Joel hesitated for a bit, but followed Ellie outside. He saw Y/N and immediately lost his breath.

You saw Ellie come out with the biggest smile on her face and an absolutely beautiful cake, covered in your favorite colors. Maria, Tommy and Ellie began singing “Happy Birthday”. You were so focused on everyone that you didn’t notice Joel come in behind Ellie until he joined in the singing. You heart skipped a beat when you locked eyes with him. You gave him a smile and he smiled back. After the singing was over, you cut the cake and handed everyone a slice. 

“This is delicious Ellie and Maria!” You said after tasting your first bite.

“You have Maria to thank for that. She helped me a lot.” Ellie said.

“I’m sure you would have done great regardless of my help. You’re pretty good at this.” Maria responded.

“I agree.” You said and you gave Ellie a hug. 

You finished your cake and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came out, you saw Joel standing around in the living room. He turned around to look at you and he quietly said “Wow, you look beautiful.” 

“Thank you, Joel.” You decided to say, even though you knew he probably didn’t mean for you to hear it. He looked away, as if he was having trouble looking you in the eyes.

“You, uh weren’t s’posed to hear that.” 

You decided to tease him. “Does that mean you’re taking back what you said about me being beautiful?”

Something in him shifted and he decided to be bold. He looked at you. “No, I don’t wanna take it back because I mean it.”

“Do I still look beautiful even after a day of hard work? That’s when I feel the least beautiful.” You don’t know why you admitted that last part.

“You always look beautiful, even then.” You were suddenly feeling shy that the man you were in love with was calling you beautiful. You were silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say. 

You spoke first. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“I was always meaning to come, just not late. The reason I was late was because I was trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, I appreciate you just being here. Your presence is the biggest gift I could get.”

“Ellie insisted I get you a gift, and I think it was a good idea.” He grabbed a leather bound journal from the couch and handed it to you. “It’s not much, but I know you love writing.” 

“Joel, I—I wouldn’t have cared if you got me a pen, or a card or nothing at all. This is perfect. Thank you. I love it. I love you.” You said those three words unintentionally but you were feeling so overwhelmed that they slipped out. He came closer to you. You looked down, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

“Hey, look at me.” Joel said as he lifted your chin. You stared at his beautiful brown eyes. “I was s’posed to say that first.” Your breath hitched. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“Really? You’re not just saying it out of pity?” 

“Look at the inscription in the journal.” 

You opened the journal and saw Joel’s familiar handwriting. The inscription said:

“Y/N, I know you’ll make good use of this journal. You write so beautifully and I hope you never stop writing. I also hope that you continue to share what you write with me. I want you to know that it brings me such joy to hear you tell me your stories and poems. I admit, I wish that you would write something about me in there. You have been such a bright light for me these past few years. You mean the world to me and I love you, so, so much. — Joel”

You had tears running down your face. “Don’t cry darlin’. I meant every single word.” He cupped your face and wiped the tears with his thumbs. His face was so close to yours. 

His gaze flicked to your lips. “I want you to kiss me, please Joel.” And he did. He kissed you softly, as if you were some delicate porcelain doll that would break if he kissed you too hard. You pulled away. “Joel, you can kiss me harder than that, I promise I won’t break.” He kissed you again. This time a little bit harder, and the kiss felt like it lasted for hours. 

You both pulled away and he put your foreheads together. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

“Me too.” You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He pulled you into an embrace as if he never wanted to let you go and so you said, “I’m not going away. Ever.”

“I know and I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“Finally!” You both turned to the voice and saw Ellie.

“How long have you been standin’ there?” Joel asked.

“Long enough to know my plan worked. Do you know how hard it was to get you two together?”

“I knew you were up to somethin’.”

“But you can’t be mad can you Joel?”

“I guess not. Thank you for the nudge.”

“Nudge? I’m offended, that was a push. You wouldn’t be here kissing if I didn’t do something. You two are such lovesick puppies it hurts.” Joel rolled his eyes. 

“Thank you Ellie, for the push. We were being idiots this whole time.” You said

“Yes you were but I’m happy for the both of you.”

“C’mere kid.” Joel said to Ellie and he gave her a hug, that you joined in as well. 

After a while Ellie said, “All right, lovebirds. Time to go back outside.”

“Fine.” Joel grabbed your hand. “Let’s go darlin’.” 

“Can you give me one last kiss?” You asked.

He gave you a short kiss. You pouted and he said, “If I gave you anymore, we’re not going back outside.”

“Ew, get a room! Or at least wait until I’m not here.” Ellie said. You and Joel both rolled your eyes. 

“We love you too Ellie.” You said. 

“Yeah, yeah. I love you both, now let’s go outside.” You followed her outside with Joel’s hand in yours, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Maria and Tommy.

“Finally.” Said Tommy. “You both were such idiots.”

“Yeah, we know Tommy.” Joel said.

“I’m happy for you brother. I really am. You deserve to be happy.” Tommy gave Joel a hug. He then gave you one. “Y/N you’re a keeper. Now be sure to keep him in his place.” 

“I heard that.” Joel said.

“Don’t worry I will.” You replied smiling.

Maria also hugged the both of you. “I’m happy for both of you.”

“Can we dance now?” Ellie asked.

“Of course. Play whatever you want Ellie. The box of records are over by the record player.” Maria said.

A familiar old love song started to play. “Of course Ellie chose a love song.” Joel said.

“Care to dance?” You asked and held out your arm.

Joel kissed your hand. “I’ll always dance with you, sweetheart.” You smiled and put your arms around his neck. He put his hands on your waist and you danced to the music.

You two were in your own little world, smiling like the love sick puppies you were. “I have something to tell you.” You said to Joel.

“What is it?” 

“The poems I’ve shared with you weren’t about an old love like I said, they’re about you. I just never had the guts to tell you.”

“I think that deserves a kiss.” Joel said and he kissed you.

“More dancing, less kissing!” Ellie shouted. You both laughed. You danced the night away with the love of your life and your found family. This is the life you searched for and you finally got it.