#muffin scribbles

[mxmuffin]

This is part of an AU I have where before Vanessa and Gregory got glitch trapped, Vanessa would take care of Ms. Schmidt (originally known as Mrs. Afton) for housing

Sometimes she'd say things that made Vanessa... Intrigued to say the least

Reference

[thelocalmuffin]

Some linearts and wips from the last few weeks that came out nice/okay. Sorry I've been so quiet, especially in the writing department. It has been insanely busy for me this month.

Hope you enjoy.

[crashstanding]

They are offering you a muffin, will you take it? (they made it themself)

[anadorablekiwi]

So after clocking out today, i bought some things including two discount baked goods things. One, some cookies that were marked down to 1.99. The other, mini muffins marked down to 1.75

The cashier was the very cute new guy, and he got most of it right, but didnt seem to notice the mark down on the muffins (full price was 6.99 😭)

However, In addition to being new, he uh. Dare i say it., seemed a little bit distracted? 😅🥰 (which confuses me cuz my face broke out more than usual recently because period and my hair is lazily pulled back into a low ponytail)

But hey, im willing to buy a compliment for $5 🤣🤣🤣🥰🥰

[crumblygoob]

this is my son :(

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Okay so Trent absolutely knows shorthand and writes most of his notes in it right?

I think he probably also has horrible handwriting, he writes to fast and it makes his words incomprehensible. He's also dramatic enough to modify the shorthand he knows to ensure nobody knows what he's writing.

My point to all of this is, imagine him forgetting his notebook somewhere and someone from Richmond finds it, maybe Jamie or Roy or Rebecca and they're like "neat let's see what he wrote about me" only to be hit by complete nonsense (to them). Even the bits where he actually wrote something out are just indecipherable scribbles.

I think this is hilarious, the idea has been amusing me all day and I wanted to share it

what's hilarious is we have the same braincell, i literally also was like "does trent NEED to have personalized shorthand that's some sort of elaborate code he knows by heart so that no one can read his notes even if they had time? no. does he? definitely. if confronted he would claim that it's for journalistic integrity reasons, but truthfully it kind of makes him feel like a spy and he likes it." also because while some of it is genuine notes, some of it is just like. stupid shit. grocery list of shit he forgot to get earlier. jotting down a terrible pun ted made or some detail about something ted likes ("taking notes on your crush is both normal and regular behavior so long as no one ever sees or finds about it" trent reminds himself repeatedly)

and it's so much funnier if he also just has terrible handwriting and needn't have bothered bc no one could read it anyway. (same, trent, my brain goes faster than my hands. one time my dad's doctor looked at my handwriting when i was like, ten, and was like "wow, and you're smart kid, too. you should be a doctor when you grow up" dlfkgjdh)

ANYWAY i love the idea of them actively trying to snoop and it's just. complete gibberish. especially if then they're just like frowning down at it and then pan to behind them and trents like "looking for something" slgkjdfg

[p2iimon]

there was this fashion style derpy prototype with huge eyes back in 2012 and i think… shes a little scary

[icarryitin]

Episode 3: Candles

spencer reid/gn!reader

happy 26th anniversary of my escape from the womb, as a celebration pls enjoy this lil smth smth while i spend the evening eating a whole cake by myself🧡

series masterlist

word count: 1.3k // warnings: zero just vibes, also glasses reid comes with his own warning🫡

summary: You only just about manage to rein in Penelope for your first birthday at the BAU. Spencer throws a curveball.

It’s been a mission and a half, keeping it all under wraps. Penelope’s been the worst, but you managed to convince her not to put a reminder on everyone’s calendar - a new sparkly unicorn friend for her desk collection was enough to satiate her. For this year, at least.

Birthdays aren’t what they used to be.

They used to be a month long affair, sparkly and exciting. Now it’s just a day. You might get a couple of cards from a couple of family members, you might treat yourself to a takeout so you don’t have to cook, you might watch your favourite movie. It’s nothing special anymore, but you don’t mind that. It’s just a part of growing up.

Which is exactly why you’d expressly forbidden Garcia from organising any kind of celebration when she’d cornered you in the elevator about it last week. You’re still a relatively shiny new toy in the BAU, and being the centre of attention isn’t one of your strong suits anymore. You’re happy to let it pass largely unnoticed by your colleagues. She can do something next year, for sure, when you’re settled in properly. Provided there are no cases that demand attention.

Your back still aches from the flight back yesterday evening, nobody ever said sleeping sitting up is good for you. But, thankfully, it means that everyone’s been too swamped in paperwork today to have noticed Penelope’s extremely subtle efforts to make the day a little easier for you. Her way of celebrating, you were never going to get away that easily. A coffee this morning, a muffin from the café when she came back from her lunch break, she’d even called you into The Lair to present you with a card. Secretly, of course, so as not to arouse suspicion. It’s tucked away in your bag now, safe and sound. Glitter and all.

“Goodnight, my loves.” She appears in your field of vision, blonde head bobbling over the divider between your desk and Morgan’s.

You raise your hand to wave, but the occupant of the desk to your right is far too engrossed in the file to notice. It’s just the three of you left in the office - Penelope, you, and Spencer. Even Hotch has gone, armed with a stack of case files and a furrowed brow.

“See you in the morning, P.” It doesn’t take a lot of effort to return her smile, however tired you might be. That’s the thing about Penelope Garcia, you’ve learned, her energy is kind of infectious. She totters over to your desk with a sly look over at Reid, who still doesn’t appear to be paying any attention.

“Happy Birthday.” She whispers, throwing you an exaggerated wink. Okay, maybe you feel a little bit guilty about depriving her of the celebration she wanted to give you.

And then she’s off, and it’s just you and Reid and the occasional quiet tapping of keyboards, the sifting of papers.

You’ve been absorbed by a file, checking and double checking your additions to the report are accurate, so you don’t really pay Reid any mind when he wanders off towards the kitchen. Your red pen is out, scribbling on an extra copy of the notes. The Unsub on this case had been crafty, but not crafty enough, and your confidence is growing with the handful of takedowns now under your belt. It’s nice to feel like you’re contributing to the team’s success - it’s still your rookie year, but your handcuffs are a little less shiny than they were. You’re about to start typing up your amendments when there’s a noise behind you, like someone clearing their throat. They do it again, a little louder, a little less unsure. It’s unexpected to say the least, the image you’re presented with when you turn in your chair.

Doctor Spencer Reid - adjacent desk mate, awkward stakeout buddy, bespectacled distraction - is holding a small plate out to you, one single cupcake in the centre. There’s a birthday candle stuck in the chocolate swirled icing, just the one, tiny flame wobbling away in the air conditioning. He looks nervous, but there’s a glint in his eye hiding behind his glasses. You wonder what kind of threats Penelope made to get him to do this.

“Garcia said you didn’t want a fuss,” He starts rambling, “So, I figured I would wait until there were less people around and - well, it looks like it’s just us now.”

You’re fumbling for something to say, anything.

“This was - yeah, this was a bad idea, wasn’t it? You didn’t want a fuss and I did this and now you-“

“It’s okay.” You say, finally finding your voice. Matching smiles start to grow, slowly, and the lingering awkwardness evaporates.

It’s hard not to play up the childish wonder of it all - even in the beige and navy confines of the BAU office. Reid still holds the cupcake out towards you as you squeeze your eyes shut, nose wrinkled. Making a wish. You’re not really sure what it is you’re wishing for, maybe it’s that you’ll settle in with the team for the long term, maybe it’s that you’ll catch every bad guy until there’s none left, maybe it’s that a certain teammate will keep looking at you with those big old eyes and a hint of a smile on his face. Whatever it is, it’s good enough, and you open your eyes slowly. Leaning forward, one small puff of breath extinguishes the little candle. Birthday ritual complete. You’re sure Reid has a fun fact about the history of birthday celebrations and the burning of foodstuffs, but you don’t ask just yet. He’s still holding the plate out to you.

“Split it with me?”

His answering grin is contagious, you’ve no choice but to return it as he turns on his heel to hunt down a knife from the kitchen.

“And since it’s just the two of us,” He chatters on his way back from the kitchen, a second plate and butter knife in tow, “I won’t even make you wear the birthday hat.”

There’s a birthday hat, good lord. You’re glad you managed to hold Penelope off for one year, even if it’s the only one she’ll let you have.

“You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“There’s always next year.” Reid is grinning into his half of the cupcake, deliberately not watching you process the fact that you will absolutely be wearing the birthday hat this time next year. But it’s surprisingly heartwarming to hear that he thinks you’ll be with the team for your next birthday. Not that you don’t expect to be, but having confirmation that the others believe it too makes you feel a little fuzzy.

“At least I caught Garcia before she organised a street party, a card and a cupcake do me just fine.” Your words are muffled around the mouthful of cake and icing.

“Oh, she didn’t do this.”

You don’t follow. That much must be clear on your face, because he presses on.

“I made a batch, but then Penelope said you wanted low-key. So I only brought one.”

He made it?

He made it. For you.

If he wasn’t hurtling towards inappropriate crush territory already, he sure is now.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that it’s the first time you use his name. Not Doctor, not Reid, just Spencer. He’s noticed too, if the blush steadily creeping up his cheeks is anything to go by. But you don’t want him to steam up his glasses, and you definitely don’t want to dig yourself in any deeper - so you ask him about birthday candles, an answer he’s more than happy to provide between the last mouthfuls of cupcake and remaining file reports.

Maybe the work birthday thing isn’t so bad, you’ll just have to find that hat before next year.

the canyouniverse is back with a vengeance baybieeee 🧡🧡 i’m love them sm (and you!! for reading!!!)

[bruciemilf]

Besties. We know Bruce's adoption streak could outshine the sun, but have we considered:

Bruce is adopted, too, and he just. Forgot to tell his kids.

It all started with Damian hiding in the attic. He's an expert fighter, yes; An expert fighter who does not want to face Cass after eating the last muffin. Gracious as she is, Cassandra had her lines.

And he had to occupy his time with something. So there he is, flipping through photo albums covered in sheets of dust that leave him frowning. Alfred is careful and strict about cleaning.

The only reason why he wouldn't polished these, he weights, is because he couldn't find them. But why would anyone hide these?

He flips through pages and pages of his grandmother, glamours and sparkling and haughty, playing around with Baba; Chocholate pudding around their mouths at Galas. Playing dress up in her closet. A younger version of his Baba chewing on a pearl necklace.

There's pictures of his grandfather, too, except, -

Except. He's evidently not nearly as pale as his wife and child.

Damian blinks. Rubs his eyes. Maybe there's a mistake? Maybe this man with a sunbeam smile and warm eyes carrying Martha over his shoulder and Baba under his arm isn't Thomas.

But no; He watches the cursive, neat writing lovingly put down below the polaroid shot, - Tommy, Martha, and Bruce, 1998. Thomas dropped Bruce after Below it, another harsh scribble responds,

Gonna drop YOU next time, Cabron - T. Wayne

Note for future self; Don't let Thomas hold Bruce. - M. Wayne

He had to run down the stairs.

"GRANDFATHER WAS NOT CAUCASIAN. "

Bruce, lifting his gaze from the game of Batnopoly (Tim thought It'd be so funny), blinks at him, " He was Colombian, if you want to get technical."

" But you don't... Baba, you're, so, uh...Flavour-proof."

" Oh, he wasn't my biological father. He adopted me after he and mama got married." Everyone roasts Dick so hard because how the hell did HE not know?

" You always whine about " Oh I'm the only one who's not adopted!" That's cause you pull shit like this you clown bus"

" Parents aren't real people you seek information about, everyone knows that, JASON!"

The batkids soon start a game of finding Bruce's bio dad.

" I have no idea who he is."

"WHAT!"

"I have one father and he's probably arm wrestling God beyond the grave. And winning."

[muffinsin]

hi muffin!!! i'm sorry to bother you, but i have a question. could you write about how the dimitrescu sisters would react if they had a secret admirer who leaves them various gifts. i'm not forcing you, have a nice day!!!

Hey, hon! :) Absolutely, what an adorable prompt!����😊 have a lovely day, everyone🙌

Let’s get into it ;P

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Bela

Having lived decades, nearly a century even, having an admirer is certainly no new concept to her

It feels as though hundreds have tried over the years, trying and failing to court her, whereas others succeeded and were taken from her far too soon again

A secret admirer, however?

That’s new

The first thing she finds; a white envelope on her office desk with a red rose pinned to it

Ah, romance? Or a mere prank from her sisters

She isn’t too sure, allows herself to indulge in her own curiosity though as she gently takes the rose, only to realise:

Whoever left it, they’ve plucked out every single thorn

How…thoughtful

Bela tries to tell herself she isn’t interested in romance, that it’s a stupid, useless concept that just isn’t for her

That it’s something only naive, younger people dream of

Such as Daniela

Certainly not her, no. Certainly not Bela!

Still, she reads through the envelope, keeps the rose in a vase on her desk

She locks the envelope in her drawer, hoping her sisters won’t find. Or even worse yet; her mother

While she loves and is utterly devoted to Alcina, the mother of three can be very…protective

She would, without doubt, hunt down this secret admirer that could never possibly be worthy of her precious eldest

Bela can’t help but think…what if you are?

What if, someday, there was one worthy of her?

Someone to love her, too?

Even when she doesn’t love easily herself

A few days pass and she forgets about it, almost

Then, a small package on her bed

A box, a rather cheap one that tells her this was likely one of the staff members, one unable to afford rich fabrics and items

Still, she finds herself smiling a little at the scribbles at the sides, the small hearts and flies drawn messily on the brown box

She closes and locks her door, ensuring she’s on her own when she sits on the bed and opens the box, at last

Inside, a book, a light blue-green tone to it

She holds it gently, feels her cheeks heat up as she reads the title

The cover shows light blue and white hearts- literal ones, not the ones drawn by many maidens and her younger sister

Then, in beautiful font;

Frankenstein

She tries not to admit the blush on her cheeks, even to herself

Only mere days ago has she talked about the book, spoken about how badly she wants to read it, complained how the duke just hasn’t had it in store for ages!

Now, it’s in her hands and as she opens it, another envelope, signed only by “-♡︎”

She reads through it, her heart skipping a beat and her flies buzzing a little wilder than she’d like to admit

This time, she holds the envelope close to her chest as she curls up on her bed and begins to read

And lastly, a more expensive gift, many days later, and many envelopes left in her room in-between

She just finished her bath, her beautiful hair wet, her bare skin glistening in the dimly lit room, a towel wrapped around her still as she walks back out the attached bathroom and into the

Then, she spots it

The red dress on her bed

She looks around immediately, checking- hoping, that her secret admirer might just still be around

But the bathroom is empty, as is her room, her private maid having just left mere minutes ago

Dropping the towel, she gently picks up the dress

A more expensive material, certainly

Whoever her secret admirer is, they must have been working hard recently to afford such a thing

She feels her cheeks heat up

While her youngest sister would be over the moons at the item, the dress, Bela is taken aback by the fact someone must have worked so hard to get something for her

To spoil her

Her!

Her, who has everything already

Her, who holds the dress close like a treasure known to only her

She holds it in front of her mirror, smiling a little to herself when the reads the note in the envelope that falls from the sleeves

“A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman. I know it will suit you, and I shall lie awake envying the fabric caressing your soft skin”

She blushes a sweet pink, a sharp contrast to her pale skin

She wears it the next day, then, hoping to uncover the person who has her so very interest

She yearns to meet you

Cassandra

One would think Cassandra’s brutal and sadistic nature keeps most at bay

That no one would dare approach her, would be foolish enough to fall for her

And one would be wrong

Throughout her life, she has bedded and been with many lovers

No, not lovers

Playthings

She’s had admirers come and go

Some, she’d play with, others she would ignore, others she would dispose of immediately

Unlike her sister, though, Cassandra finds being admired and being wanted is fun

Of course, she finds being feared is better than to be loved

But, the many admirers coming her way, practically offering themselves up for her…it’s fun

Satisfactory

Only does she never quite feel intrigued, never eager to make her pets last

As such, what most of them get is a fun night they might normally never forget, only to awaken with a sickle stuck in their back and their throat slit open

Normally, they approach her, or send her shy looks and giggles until she takes them

Precisely that is why Cassandra finds herself so confused when she returns to her room one day and something has changed

All the weapons messily sprawled out on her floor are laid on her bed now, cleaned, sharpened, polished

A note is laid out on top of one, with a small, new dagger laid across it

She picks it up, admiring its sharpness and the strong leather handle

Certainly a neat little gift

Almost, she would think it’s from Bela or Mother even, but knows neither of them would clean her weapons for her

Then, she reaches for the note, finding it signed mysteriously

“- ♡︎”

What the…?-

While she finds it a little odd, Cassandra forgets about this soon, far too distracted playing with her new dagger

Then, however, another gift appears

This time it’s left on the threshold to the dungeons. All know those are her regions!

She finds a torso lacking its limbs there, a dagger pinning a note into the back of it

Looking at it, she finds the strange signature again

“- ♡︎”

She prods at the torso with her fingertip, licking her lips

Still warm, too!

When she notices no one around, no one that could have done this, she shrugs it off and lifts the torso easily, biting into it and moaning at the taste

She certainly doesn’t need anyone to hunt for her,

but still, she enjoys it, finds herself liking this gift more than many other things

When another gift is left for her, more attention and affection is given to her, she almost snaps

While her family receives somewhat boring body parts for dinner, the heart is placed on her plate, the blood and sauce covering it making up a shape

“- ♡︎”, unsurprisingly

She demands to know who has done this

She can’t take her own curiosity, must know who you are

But with the staff too fearful to give her useful answers, she’s left guessing still

And, lastly, another gift

A rose, seemingly preserved in metal, beautiful and elegant

It’s left in the armoury for her to find, this time

She holds it to her gently, her fingertips tracing the metallic leaves and petals

The thorns are sharp, and she smiles in delight when one catches her finger and draws dark blood from her

Glancing around, she sucks at her bleeding fingertip, a light blush on her cheeks

She so badly wants to know, so badly wants to get to know the person doing all of this

Your gifts prove- you know her, know what she values and enjoys

Like the huntress she is, she searches everywhere, tries to hard to pick up any scent on, but none lingers on it

She’s certain, she will find out eventually, can’t sleep, can’t rest

She needs to know

Daniela

Out of the three sisters, Daniela is the one with the most lovers, by far

At the same time, hers rarely last more than two weeks at most, contrasting the many relationships her sisters have had and lasted in for months and years

Daniela, being naturally flirty, has many admirers

And she loves it

While some fear her, she still finds most trying to flirt back, eager to be with her for various reasons;

Either, her beauty. It’s no secret most that return her advances do so in hopes of fighting the loneliness in the castle and to indulge in her body

Others hope to gain something by being with the young woman

And others do genuinely feel for her, or believe so at least, yet never last

Through the pink-tinted glasses she has, the world seems beautiful, romantic, loving

Many don’t understand so

Many of her admirers fall due to this

You, however, stand out

You make her curious, immensely so

Daniela first finds a strange, red box sitting snuggly on her bed one day

Large, almost too large to contain something small only

Of course, this has her feel curious

When she opens the door eagerly, almost shredding it in her excitement even, she squeals at what she finds inside

A brown, fluffy teddy bear!

She picks it up immediately, giggles at the scent of roses clinging to it

As she lifts the stuffed animal, though, she notices a little white card slipping from it

She reads the signature, a little gasp coming from her lips as she realises:

She has a secret admirer!

A secret one…of course, this immediately makes her wonder who you are

How exciting!

How unique!

She sleeps with the bear each night, holding it and more of her stuffed animals close

She wonders: does her admirer smell of roses, too? Like the bear?

When she finds another card, with a poem, right by her door the next morning, she swoons

Again, it shows the little heart by the signature

“- ♡︎”

Even while trying to figure out who her lover could be-

while hiding both, the bear and the note from her overprotective family

- Daniela can’t help but daydream of what you could be like

Giddy, she wonders whether you’re watching her; whether you’ve ever talked to her

Whether she knows you

The next gift is a bouquet of flowers, left with her favorite book and the signed note at the library

She giggles out loud, spinning in a circle and smiling to herself as she smells the roses

How sweet!

How romantic!

Again, she looks around and tries to pick up your scent, pouting adorably when she just can’t figure out who her secret admirer is!

She’s sure, she will find out eventually

She simply has to

A few days pass, and she receives more gifts, more notes

Little poems, love notes

Little compliments that make her blush shyly and look around curiously, her cute, golden eyes wide in wonder

All signed by the mysterious, sweet heart

She keeps all the notes in her room, giggling to herself when she re reads them with a pink blush on her cheeks

Her very own secret admirer!

Another present, a little while after

A box, small and delicate, waiting for her on the bed in the morning

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she feels a little excited at the thought her soon-to-be lover must have been here

Opening the box, she finds a beautiful piece of jewellery

A necklace, gold with a beautiful green gemstone

She smiles widely, inspecting the gemstone lovingly

It almost looks like the one of her necklace! A matching piece, almost

Eagerly, she puts it on, smiling and swarming to the mirror

It really does look perfect around her neck!

[kechiwrites]

meet cute with cpt. price in paris

You like sweet things. John can tell by the way you struggle to choose a baked good out of the clear glass display ahead of you. You hmm and ah, and the cashier must be your friend, or into you, or just plain patient, because all they do is laugh at your indecision, offer you options to prompt some decisiveness. John does his level best to keep his eyes above the waist as you bend over, taking a closer look at the pastries laid out before you. It's a struggle, when the stretchy cream fabric of your leggings cling to the span of your thighs and ass, bite into the soft flesh of your waist.

Still, he's rewarded for his efforts when you snap upright, as if you just remembered the growing line behind you, and turn to face him, pressing your soft-looking palms together in front of your face, apologizing in accented French. The skin he caught a peek of when your shirt rode up your back covers you all over, managing to look even softer where it drapes over the apples of your cheeks, the soft jut of your lips.

You repent, but you still haven’t made a decision, and as much as John likes to ogle you, he has a meeting to get to.

"It's fine." he assures you in English, and he thinks he smiles when your brows shoot up in surprise. He isn't sure.

He's a bit out of practice.

"The muffins are good. If you like those." He offers and tries not to tense up too terribly when you let your gaze meander over his body shamelessly, head to toe, before you amble back up again, meeting his eyes.

"Muffins." you repeat simply, lingering on his face, lips curled at the corners like you’re thinking of something particularly amusing. Maybe it's John you find so funny.

He doesn't mind that.

“Magne-toi!" A man sneers behind them and when you grimace, and your shoulders sag, John takes great pleasure in turning at a glacial pace, to use every inch of his height to look over the impatient patron, glaring with his full might, till the man cowers in silence.

"Thank you." You mumble, and when John redirects his attention to you, your expression is odd, your brows raised high on your forehead while your mouth is pressed tight together, like you’re fending off a smile.

"Don't mention it."

He cajoles you into letting him pay for your orders, committing the sound of your name to memory as the barista scribbles it on to the beige paper cup.

You invite him to sit with you, share the muffin he'd advised you get, and a pit in his stomach forms when he has to deny you, has to, run now, back to work, but he promises to keep you company again another time, over drinks or dinner or a movie at his place, watches you type your number into his phone with both hands.

It isn't until he's across the street, turning back to stare at you in the coffee shop's window that he sips at his drink, recoiling at the saccharine taste, thick, rich, scalding hot chocolate where black coffee with one sugar should be.

He turns the cup for inspection, and is greeted with the scrawl of your name instead of his own.

He isn't sure why, but he takes it into the office with him, keeps it on his desk until it's ice cold. He doesn't take another sip.

But the sweetness lingers the rest of the day.

everyone say thank u to @cumikering's f1 price.

[mxmuffin]

This is part of an au where before Vanessa and Gregory got glitch trapped, Vanessa would take care of Ms. Schmidt (originally known as Mrs. Afton) for housing

She would say some things that... Intrigued Vanessa, to say the least

[thelocalmuffin]

The defence trio! This was my warm up for today. Based on this cute design.

[iomoru]

Writing request, neuvillette x reader studying for a big exam (in university, not an underage reader)

Quiet Moments

A/n: I'm really thankful you corrected me earlier, I also kinda read your blog and found out that you have autism and I deeply apologize for my misunderstanding (◞‸◟ㆀ)

Genre: Modern! Au, College! Au, Fluff, Gn! Reader, Neuvillette x Reader, Second Person, Proofread

Summary: While studying for an upcoming board exam in a quiet library, you and Neuvillette share snacks and light banter. As you support each other through the material, a genuine connection blossoms between you. With each moment spent together, you realize that the bond you've formed is just as important as the knowledge you’re gaining.

The library was unusually quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustling of pages turning and the occasional scribble of pens on paper. You sat at a cozy wooden table, surrounded by towering stacks of textbooks, the faint scent of old pages filling the air. It was the perfect atmosphere for studying, and you were grateful for it, especially with the looming board exam just a week away.

Across the table sat Neuvillette, your study partner and a fellow university student. His presence was both calming and inspiring, his focused demeanor always motivating you to push through the most challenging subjects. Today, he was engrossed in a thick textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration, a pencil tapping rhythmically against the side of his book.

You watched him for a moment, admiring the way he bit his lip in thought. The way his glasses slid slightly down his nose made him look even more endearing. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread in your chest.

"Hey, Neuvillette," you called softly, leaning forward on your elbows. "Do you think we’ll actually survive this exam?"

He looked up, a playful glint in his eyes. "Survive? I’d say we’ll thrive if we keep up this momentum." His voice was smooth, almost melodic, and it sent a flutter through you.

"Is that so?" You grinned, trying to hide your excitement. "You’re the one who’s been dragging me through the chapters, I’m pretty sure I’m just along for the ride."

Neuvillette chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart race. "You underestimate your capabilities. You’re doing great, and you’re much smarter than you give yourself credit for."

His praise made you blush, and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks, but I think I’d be even better if we took a break. How about a quick snack? We’ve been at this for hours."

"Snacks do sound quite delightful," he replied, closing his textbook with a soft thud. "Let’s take a break then."

You both made your way to the library café, the soft chatter of students providing a comforting backdrop as you selected your snacks. You grabbed a chocolate croissant, while Neuvillette opted for a classic blueberry muffin. As you settled back at your table, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of contentment.

"Do you think we’ll be okay?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence between you as you took a bite of your croissant.

"Absolutely," he said, his expression turning serious. "We’ve been studying hard, and I believe in us." He reached across the table, his hand hovering over yours for a brief moment before he pulled back. "Plus, we make a great team."

Your heart fluttered again at his words, and you felt a wave of warmth wash over you. "We really do, don’t we?"

The conversation flowed easily after that, with light banter and laughter filling the space around you. You shared stories of your favorite classes and discussed your study strategies, enjoying the effortless connection that seemed to blossom with every passing moment.

Eventually, you fell into a comfortable silence, munching on your snacks as you looked over your notes. Neuvillette leaned back in his chair, a contented smile on his face as he observed you.

"What is it?" you asked, looking up at him curiously.

"Just appreciating the moment," he replied softly. "It’s nice to share this experience with someone who makes it enjoyable."

You felt your cheeks flush at his sincerity, your heart skipping a beat. "I feel the same way. Studying with you makes it a lot less stressful."

He tilted his head slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I’m glad to be your stress-reliever. Should I be concerned about how much stress I might be causing you next week during the exam?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Only if you keep being so charming! I can’t focus when you look at me like that."

His expression shifted slightly, the teasing smile replaced by something more sincere. "I only look at you like that because I admire you, [Name]. You’re incredibly talented and hardworking, and I want to support you in any way I can."

You felt your heart soar at his words, and the air seemed to shift between you, creating a bubble of warmth and understanding. "Thank you, Neuvillette. That means a lot to me."

With the break coming to a close, you returned to your notes, but now with a renewed sense of motivation. The study session resumed, but this time, you found yourself glancing up at Neuvillette more often, your mind racing with thoughts not solely about the exam but about the connection you were fostering.

As the afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the library in a warm glow, you couldn’t help but feel that no matter what happened in the upcoming exam, you had already found something even more valuable—a bond with Neuvillette that felt like a beautiful beginning of something new.

A/n: neuvillette is so babygirl 🙏

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Day 30: Magic

Frieren x Himmel | Nim's Lovely Tickletober

Word Count: 700

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It was nothing new of course, but Himmel couldn't help himself and secretly enjoyed it every single time: Frieren's chaotic encounters with mimics.

The elven mage's legs were kicking wildly as she tried to free herself from the heavy fake chest she got caught in this time, causing Himmel to rub his lips as if that could hide the smile on his face.

"Again... Alright. This might take a while. I'll explore the next room in advance," they heard Heiter say behind them. Eisen just followed the priest without a word, leaving Himmel alone with Frieren and her struggles.

Turning back around, beholding the elf’s lazy dangling legs, something crossed Himmel's mind. Something he had thought of already a couple of mimic accidents before this one. The blue-haired hero looked around, realizing this was actually the perfect opportunity.

"Frieren?" He took a step closer to stand by her side. Frieren stopped struggling, not seeming to be in that much of a rush to get herself out.

"Yes?" she chirped. Himmel chuckled.

"There's something I've been wanting to share with you. Actually, I've picked up a trick that can help you free yourself from mimics," he explained, trying hard to contain his anticipation.

Frieren hummed. "A trick? Like... magic?"

"Well… You could say that." Not really, but if she was buying it, he was more than happy to play.

"Hm... I haven't heard of such a spell. You learned about it?"

She sounded surprised and curious, making Himmel wonder if Frieren was really this easy to prank. Then again, this was the elf who got stuck in a mimic for the umpteenth time, because of her blind lust for discovering new spells.

"Yes. It went something like this," Himmel elaborated, as he carefully knelt down by Frieren's side.

"If you happen to find yourself in a pickle..." Himmel slowly took off Frieren's boot, observing her with a side-eye, but she didn't even seem to question it.

"...we can solve it... with a tickle!"

Proud of his homemade spell improvisation, Himmel immediately began to scribble his fingers over Frieren's foot. For a good second she didn't respond, as if she needed a moment to process those words and sensations. But all of a sudden, loud giggles could be heard from within the chest, and she started to kick and squirm.

"Hehehey!!! That's no mahahagic at ahahall!" the elf squeaked in surprise.

No kidding! Himmel smiled fondly and continued his tickly assault.

"Are you sure? Seems quite magical to me," the hero stated innocently while admiring Frieren's sweet bubbly laughter. It was so unlike her to laugh like this, and it was like music to his ears.

"Can you get out now?" he asked while she continued to giggle uncontrollably.

"Nohoho!"

"Then we will need to try harder~" Himmel reached for her other foot and took off that boot as well. He grabbed her ankle and tickled her sole with some more happy scribbles before wiggling his fingers into her toes, causing the mage to squeal.

"Heeeehehehey! Dohohon't!"

At last, Frieren's struggling was actually effective and Himmel could see her slowly re-emerge from the mimic trap.

"Almost there," Himmel sang, smirking at the sight of some new target space.

Quickly letting go of her foot, he leaned forward to give Frieren's sides some gentle squeezes.

"WOHAHA!"

With a surprisingly loud roar, Frieren finally popped out of the mimic and fell backwards… Right on top of Himmel.

Blushing like crazy at their sudden close proximity, Himmel could hear her wheezy breaths and feel her movements as she squirmed above him.

"That was the worst magic ever," Frieren pouted while she clumsily crawled off him, scrambling about on the dungeon ground to put her boots back on.

Himmel hurried to get on his feet before she did, and he held out his hand to help her up.

"But it did work," Himmel claimed victoriously.

Frieren looked up at him with a sigh, her cheeks still painted with a cute rosy color, and sparkles in her eyes.

She smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Well… That's true. I'll forgive you for now," she declared, but it was plain obvious how flustered she was, going the other way after a swift turn.

"Now where did those other two go? Thanks a lot for leaving me behind~" the elf mage murmured, sounding all shy and embarrassed.

Hehe. Himmel smirked and followed after her.

He indeed hoped she did forgive him, for he would actually love to do that again...