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hphmmatthewluther · 3 years

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Valentine’s Challenge 2022: Day 3- Red

Here’s Day 3! Challenge created by @lifeofkaze and Rosie Mayfield was created by the wonderful @magicapandora !!

Day 3: Red

(Pairings: Matthew Luther/Merula Snyde)

If you were to ask anyone at Hogwarts during the time of the Cursed Vaults who they said defined Slytherin, they probably would have pointed at Merula Snyde. Unlike Jae Kim, whose house was a surprise to everyone, Merula wore something green all the time, usually a green flannel jacket whenever she didn’t just stick with her school uniform. Ismelda and Liz could attest to the fact that Merula even wore green pyjamas. In fact, they happened to be talking about it as they entered the Common Room (fate does seem to have a thing for coincidences.)

“Well I don’t think it matters that much either,” Liz was saying, “I’m just saying she could stand to branch out a little, yknow?”

Ismelda grunted. “Are you going to say the same thing about me and black?”

Liz clicked her tongue. “...Yeah, uh, no.”

There was a small silence before Liz spoke again. “You know, I think I know why Merula likes green so much…”

Ismelda raised an eyebrow. “Would you happen to be referring to her bitter rival?”

Liz held her hand up to her mouth to stifle a laugh. “One time she left her diary open and I saw she’d written about his “Eyes like a forest canopy”, et cetera, et cetera”

Ismelda snorted. “Merlin, of course she wrote that. Ever since Luther helped her with her Patronus, she’s been so soppy about him, it’s ridiculous.”

“I think it’s rather sweet.” said Liz, “It’s like watching a Puffskein go wild for a bit of chocolate.”

“Whatever…” Ismelda sighed. “Stuff like this is why I hate Valentine’s Day. People go crazy for no good reason. Which is why I’m going to hole up here, so I won’t have to deal with it anymore.”

Unfortunately for Ismelda, as she and Liz entered the girl’s dormitories, they were met with the sight of merula holding a reddish-pink dress with a black upper half up to her waist with one hand, and a long-sleeved see-through shirt in the other.

“Merula?” Liz said quietly. The girl in front of the mirror twisted around in shock.

“AAH! Issy?! Lizard?! What are you two doing here?” she yelled, more out of surprise than anger. Her face had gone a deep red, similar in shade to the dress she was holding.

“We sleep here.” Ismelda said bluntly. Liz nodded in agreement, and Merula huffed.

“Well…get to sleep then!” she snapped, gesturing to the two beds.

“Merula, what exactly are you doing?” Liz asked.

“None of your-” she began, before looking down at the clothes she was wearing and realising there was no escaping this. “I’m…getting ready to go…out.”

“With Matthew.” Ismelda observed. Merula tried to say something in return, but was so red in the face all that came out was a small squeak.

“...I see.” Liz said, “Well, I’m very happy for you, Merula!”

“Just…I…” Merula stammered, pinching her nose, “I just…I dunno…if this works.” she said, gesturing to the clothes.

Ismelda was now sitting on her bed, unwrapping some chocolate she’d nicked from a valentine’s box. “Odd choice of clothing, though. Not very you.”

“It’s-” Merula began, clutching the top’s fabric in her hands.

“Deep breath, Merula.” Liz reminded her.

Merula paused. “Right. Um. Ok look, I decided to talk to Khanna about it and they said Matthew’s favourite colour was red.”

There was silence. “Red.” Ismelda repeated.

“Yep.”

“Not blue?” Liz asked. “You’re sure Rowan said red.”

“Yes, I made sure they weren’t messing with me.” Merula nodded. “I mean, he wore red to the Celestial Ball and all, so…I mean, it’s not like he doesn’t like blue, clearly, but…I guess he likes red more?”

“Huh. Weird.” Ismelda said. “It’s not like with Kim, where he wears red all the time.”

“I’m aware.” snapped Merula. “Can we focus? Look, I just…I thought maybe if I wore red he’d…well…like it. So I went to Mayfield and they made me this.”

Liz got up and stared at the dress. “You got Rosie to make you this? How’d you swing that?”

“I gave them all the leftover Valentine’s chocolate I could find.” Merula explained, “anyway, obviously it’s a fairly good dress, but..um…look it’s nothing, I’ll just wear something else-”

“Merula…” Liz began cautiously, “If you want to wear the dress, you should wear it…”

“It’s just…I can’t…this feels like something only Haywood can wear!” she yelled. “I- I just…look, it’s not just that I’m not the most approachable person, it’s everything! My posture is awful, whenever we do quidditch practice I lag behind, I’m tiny, I’ve got stretch marks-”

“Merula.” Ismelda said, getting off her bed and walking over to her. “Has Matthew ever once told you that you don’t look nice?”

Merula shrugged. “It’s Matthew. He’s probably not saying it because he’s terrified of being yelled at.” But Ismelda shook her head.

“Merula, you are going to put on that dress and you are going to floor him. That constantly thinking brain of his is going to grind to a halt when he sees you. He is going to be utterly astonished by you and it will be…” Ismelda paused for effect, offering a rare smile, “absolutely hilarious.”

Merula chuckled. “Thanks, Iz. It’s um…it’s not just the dress though…” She grabbed her satchel off of her bed and pulled two things out of a small pocket on it. One was a small bottle of red hair-dye. The other was lipstick of an even deeper crimson. “I might…need some help with this stuff.”

Ismelda and Liz looked at each other. Neither of them had ever heard Merula ask for help so directly before. They both turned to her and nodded.

“Of course, Merula. We’d be happy to help!” Liz exclaimed.

“Just leave it to us.” Ismelda reassured her. “Yknow, my favourite colour is red, too.”

“Oh really?” Liz said incredulously. “Why would-” then Liz remembered. Liz nodded, and the two got to work.

“Couldn’t we just use Colovaria?”

“I want it to be authentic. He grew up in the muggle world, he likes that sort of thing.”

“What do you think about that by the way? Him being half-blood.”

“Actually he’s five-eights wizard. I’ve merely decided to round up.”

“Very clever. Now, hold still-”

“I am holding still!”

“You’re squirming like a Niffler who’s spotted a Galleon.”

“Am not!”

“Ok, I think that’s it. Anything else?”

“Just these.”

“Ah. Of course.”

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Matthew was waiting in the Clocktower Courtyard when the great doors opened. After a few days of dealing with Lockhart and the rest of the Valentine’s Day mania, part of him was beginning to wonder what the point of it all was. But as he looked towards the light of the fires within the castle, he very suddenly felt a lot better about the whole thing. Below the large iron pendulum stood Merula Snyde, and while he recognised her, it took him a second to register that she was there for him. As Matthew came up to her he noticed that it was more than just the bottom of her skirt that was red. The small tuft of ginger hair had been dyed a pinkish red colour, and had been combed out slightly. Matthew’s cheeks were already their own shade of red by this point, but what caused him to freeze like a deer in the headlights were her lips, which were an incredible scarlet.

“Good to see you, Matt.” Merula said, smirking.

“H-Hey…you…uh well, you uh…you look…amazing…I mean you always do, of course, but…” Matthew stammered, unable to produce a coherent thought.

“Thanks. You look pretty good too.” Merula said, sighing. “Nice out tonight, isn’t it?”

Matthew switched between looking up at the sky and looking at her. “Yeah, not a cloud up there…Um…did Rosie make that?” he said pointing to the dress.

“Well spotted.” Merula nodded, honestly surprised. “What, does she have some specific cross-stitch style?”

“N-No, they signed it.” he replied, pointing at the tiny “R.M.” at Merula’s waist.

“So they did.” observed Merula. “And I assume you went to Egwu for yours.”

“Naturally.” Matthew said. “...You really do look amazing.”

Merula looked at her, at those green eyes that reminded her of the trees around her home. Matthew was looking at her too, clutching his silver bracelet. But his eyes were focused slightly lower than hers were, and she had a solid idea as to what had done it.

“Something catch your eye, Luther?” she asked, sweetly.

“I…I just..” Matthew began, clearly thinking it was far too forward to ask for a kiss tonight. “I’m glad it’s just us right now.”

“Me too. Come on, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She began to lead him towards the greenhouses, eager to show him her surprise. She looked back at Matthew, a goofy smile on his face which was growing redder by the second, looked down at her green bracelets on her left, which clinked against Matthew’s silver and whispered a “thanks” to her friends, aware that her love was studying every movement of her lips behind her.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #valentine challenge 2022 #matthew luther #merula snyde #luthersnyde

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years

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Use to it

For: @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo.

Thank you @detective-giggles for that idea 😘😘

Bingo square: Public Sex/Public display of affection

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

Warnings: Fluff.

WC: 1114

Enjoy x

When Nick agreed for you to look after Zara he didn’t know if it was going to make or break your relationship. He knew it didn’t worry you that he had kids, you were amazing with them, but he never pushed them onto you. As much as Nick was a passionate love maker, making you scream his name multiple times in one night, he was never really affectionate with you and even less with the kids around. It was something you never pushed, he had told you about his past with Maria and you just wanted to give him time and although you had been together coming on 6 months you still haven’t met the squad or his Mother.

It was a Sunday morning and Nick had Zara for the weekend. She was going home later that afternoon and Nick promised to take you out for dinner after booking a table at your favourite Cuban place. You guys were just about to walk out the door when his phone rang to Liv calling. His face dropped and Zara looked up at you pouting, you all knowing what that meant. Nick walked into the other room and was back out in a flash,

“I’am sorry I have to go a case came in” Nick looked at you with a tight smile and then lent down to Zara’s level “I’ am sorry mi Amor. You can come with me and I’ll call Mummy to come and pick you up”

“I can take care of Zara if you’re happy for me too”

Nick stood up straight looking at you, “You sure?”

“Of course- we can have a girls day” you looked down at a smiling Zara with a wink “What do you think honey?”

“Yes please Daddy”

The day had gone fast. You and Zara went to Central Park Zoo, had lunch in a cute Alice in Wonderland theme café and had ice cream for afternoon tea she not letting go of your hand most of the day. You had sent Nick photo’s during the day and he had spoken to Zara a few times and he couldn’t get over how happy Zara was with you. His fears had been holding him back from opening himself completely to you. But he had nothing to be afraid of, it was time he got his shit together and give himself over to you fully like you had him.

Nick had called Maria and told her he was still at work and if she could come there to pick up Zara, he then rang you and asked if you could come past the station instead of taking Zara home to get picked up. You guys were getting your nails done when he called and once you were finished you headed to the 16th to drop off Zara. You guys got to the bottom of the stairs outside and you pulled your phone out calling Nick. You were just going to drop Zara off and then head home getting dinner on your way back. You were surprised when Nick told you to come up. You and Zara stepped out of the lift and you guys rounded into the busy bullpen hand in hand seeing Nick sitting at his desk typing on his computer.

“Daddy” Zara screeched letting go of your hand running towards Nick who spun around on his chair with a big smile standing to pick her up. You stood there watching on not quite sure what to do.

“Hey mi Amor, how was your day?” Nick looked over at you with a wink and his big grin.

Zara started to tell Nick about the day. So you turned on your heels and went to walk out the door leaving them to it not wanting to get in the way. You hadn’t noticed that Nick had been watching you and started to make his way towards you and grabbed your hand pulling you into him wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your forehead while he listened to Zara talk. You stood stiff with his arm around you surprised, slowly lifting yours up to rest on his middle. Nick most times never even held your hand on date nights,

“And Daddy Y/N let me pick which colour nail polish I wanted and I got diamonds- look Daddy” Zara held her fingers up in his face.

“Very nice Amor” Nick chuckled his arm around your shoulders tightening “I’ am glad you had a good day Y/N is too good to us isn’t she?” Nick peaked your lips then your cheek pulling away from you and placing Zara on the ground. Nick grabbed Zara’s hand and then yours pulling you both towards his desk,

“Amaro is this Y/N?” a tall lanky man in a suit walked towards you, followed by a blond haired women.

“Bout time you brought her around. We were starting to think you were made up. Hey Zara, wow you have gotten so big”

“Y/N, this is Sonny Carisi and Amanda Rollins” you held your hand out to them both shaking their hands and making some small talk.

“Zara, come with me let’s take your picture in the holding cell” Amanda reached out her hand to Zara who took hers and they walked off followed by Sonny.

Nick still had hold of your hand and he pulled you into him wrapping his arms around your waist peaking your lips and then leaning his forehead on yours, your hands resting on his shoulders,

“Thank you babe, for today- Zara had a good day”

“That’s ok” your cheeks were red and you cleared your throat surprised at Nick’s display of affection so publicly.

“You ok babe?” Nick pulled back slightly, one arm staying around your waist, the other coming up to your cheek.

“Ah yeah- I’ am just not used to you being affectation, I had gotten used to you not being like this” You said above a whisper.

Both of Nick’s hands were now on your cheeks and he pulled you in, his lips crashing on yours for a quick kiss. His thumbs running over your cheeks,

“And I’ am sorry for that, it’s something you never should have had to get used to. I was holding back when I never should have”

“It’s ok Nick, I understand”

“No it’s not Y/N, you’re amazing. I promise babe, I won’t hold back anymore, you have all of me” Nick’s lips met yours again quickly “I’ll be holding more than your hand while we are out from now on” you giggled at him “And once we get home I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me”

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capitaineathos · 3 years

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I finally wrote something! Here is my Musketeers Summer Solstice gift for @number-of-the-beast-is-666 :)

It's kinda self indulgent fluff, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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Porthos loves his little flower shop. Thinking about where he came from, how he grew up, how his life could have gone, he's proud of how far he’s come. He's built his tiny business from the ground up and the work brings him joy. He has a small base of regular clientele and plenty of orders on his online shop to keep him busy. His arrangements are known for their beauty and for their affordability, and Porthos takes pride in each and every one. He loves his little shop and he knows he always will.

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Aramis loves the little flower shop on the corner. He remembers the first time he'd visited; a particularly difficult therapy session had left him feeling low and his counsellor had suggested that he buy himself some flowers to bring some joy to his home. He remembers how sceptical he'd been, how he'd scoffed at the idea, yet found himself drawn to the little shop on his way home anyway. He remembers the warm smile of the florist; his kindness and the joyful enthusiasm that seemed to radiate from every pore. The florist – he gave his name as Porthos – had suggested a bouquet of sunflowers, bright and warm and happy, and Aramis had felt just a little of the despair lift from his heart.

To this day, sunflowers are his favourite bloom.

Now, more than six months later, Aramis is a regular customer at the little shop. He comes to buy himself a bouquet every two weeks, striving to always keep flowers alive in his home. And if it means that he can see the florist’s smile, it will always be worth the price.

Yes, Aramis loves the little flower shop on the corner and he knows he always will.

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Today, the shipment is of roses. Porthos likes to stock blooms of various colours; red and yellow and orange and pink, and various hybrid combinations of the four. He unpacks each flower carefully, his calloused fingers always deft and gentle in every movement. He knows that the slightest hint of roughness can bruise the delicate petals and he has grown used to the tender care that they require. And with St Valentines Day fast approaching, he knows he must preserve as many of these roses as possible.

He begins to cut the stems, fingers quickly staining green as the chlorophyll comes in contact with his skin. He finds that he doesn’t mind the stains so much now; not like he did at first. They are part of him now, and they are part of a job that he loves with all of his heart and soul. A fresh smell, the freshness of the flowers that he surrounds himself with, is already clinging to his hands, and will do for the rest of the day. And the sweet, perfumed scent of the roses will linger just as long, perhaps allowing him a whiff even as he falls asleep at the end of a long day’s work.

Cutting stems is repetitive and time consuming and, though he considers himself to be rather good at it, it is inevitable that some of the roses are cut too short to be useful for his bouquets. For Porthos prides himself on quality and he likes to make his bouquets as perfect as they can be. So any roses that are too short, or slightly bruised, or otherwise not quite adequate, are set aside and Porthos laments that he has no use for them. Though they may not be quite perfect, they are still beautiful and could still bring someone joy. Briefly, he wonders if he could take them by the local retirement home after work.

However, his thoughts are soon interrupted as a cheery tone sounds from the front of the shop, signalling that a customer has entered. Leaving his roses aside for the moment, Porthos emerges from the back room to stand by the counter, should he need to offer assistance.

When he sees who has entered his shop, his heart skips a beat.

He sees Aramis often, and the two of them have become amiable acquaintances, but Porthos can’t help the quickening of his breath and the frantic thrumming of his heart that always occurs when the other man enters his shop. He wipes sweaty palms on his jeans and tries to calm the fluttering in his chest.

But when Aramis turns to smile at him, his legs suddenly feel weak under his weight and he has to swallow a sudden burst of nerves.

“Good morning, Aramis,” he says, proud of how level his voice sounds. “Is it time for your next bouquet already?”

Aramis laughs and the sound is almost melodic; clear and bright as a church bell.

“Am I so predictable?” he asks. “I was actually hoping that your sunflowers might be back in season. As much as I love the other bouquets you made for me with the chrysanthemums and carnations and such, I’ve really missed having my sunflowers around.”

Porthos sighs softly. He knows of a perfect bouquet that he could make for Aramis – with bright sunflowers and vibrant irises in a bed of green foliage – but the sunflowers won’t be in season for a few months – not until May at the earliest. And Porthos hates the thought of disappointing Aramis; even the idea of it leaves a hollow, empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yet, there really isn’t much that he can do.

Aramis must see it in his eyes, because his bright, charming smile falters ever so slightly, even though he tries hard to hide it.

“I assume they aren’t in season yet then? Oh well! Do you still have any of those carnations?”

Porthos helps him to find a bouquet; warm and bright and colourful, just like Aramis himself. It is full of chrysanthemums and carnations and camellias and Porthos almost thinks that it might be one of his best.

Aramis certainly seems delighted with it and, as he comes to the counter to pay, promising to come and pick it up after running a few more errands, he casually asks;

“So, do you have any plans for St Valentines?”

Porthos shakes his head. It has been a long time since he celebrated the day with a significant other, but he hardly minds. He has always believed that having many relationships is much less important than having the right ones, so he has been waiting for the right person to come along.

Looking at Aramis, he almost allows himself to hope that it will be worth the wait.

Yet, he is still surprised when he hears the soft laugh from the other man.

“Me neither. The whole thing may seem rather cliché, but I actually quite enjoy being swept off my feet every once in a while, so it'll be a shame to spend it alone.”

Porthos opens his mouth to apologise, but Aramis holds up a hand to stop him before a single syllable can pass his lips.

“No, it’s ok. I’ve had enough fooling around. I want to find the right person; the one who I'll hopefully spend the rest of my life with.”

Aramis slides the money across the counter and their fingers brush; only ever so slightly, and only for a moment, but Porthos swears that he feels a jolt of electricity surging through his veins.

He looks at Aramis and wonders if he feels it too.

But Aramis says nothing, just smiles and turns to leave.

Porthos watches him for a moment, then forces himself to draw his eyes away from Aramis' retreating figure, to begin sorting the money into the till. But then he finds something unexpected hidden amongst the bills; a small slip of paper with a hastily scribbled number scrawled upon it. For a moment, Porthos can’t move, he can barely even breathe. All he can do is stare at the slip of paper in his trembling hands, barely even able to believe that the moment is real.

However, the sound of the door opening quickly breaks the spell and the words have escaped him before he even has time to think;

“Aramis, wait!”

There is a pause, and then Aramis is peering around the doorframe, one eyebrow quirked in silent question.

“Please... just... wait just one second?” Porthos asks, and Aramis nods in response. Porthos feels a slight weight lift from his chest as he ducks into the back room and collects up the roses that he had previously set aside. He collects them into as neat a group as he is able, though it is nothing like the quality of his usual work. He ties some yellow ribbon around the stems and returns to the front of the shop.

As he offers Aramis the roses, too nervous to say a word, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. In that moment, the entire world is Aramis and Porthos isn’t sure whether he’s about to watch his world crumble.

But then Aramis smiles, warm and bright and beautiful, and breathing seems just a little easier.

“Porthos, they’re beautiful!”

“Just like you,” Porthos whispers, and Aramis’ cheeks turn a dusty shade of pink. He takes the roses and cradles them to his chest as he leans in to gently brush his lips against Porthos' cheek.

“You will call me, won't you?” he asks, and Porthos doesn’t think he’s ever seen him so nervous. Aramis is so bold and loud and cheerful, yet he seems so shy as he asks the question. He can barely meet Porthos' gaze, instead choosing to look down at his feet, and all Porthos wants to do is look into those eyes and fill them with hope and joy.

So he gently places a finger beneath Aramis' chin and tilts his face up until their eyes meet, and he smiles.

“I promise.”

It’s two simple words, but Porthos can see how happy they’ve made Aramis. His smile seems brighter, the tension has eased from his shoulders, his eyes are sparkling with excitement. He is beautiful, and Porthos suddenly needs him more than he needs air.

It is instinct and it takes him by surprise, but he leans in and gently catches Aramis' lips with his own. Aramis melts into his arms and Porthos settles his hands on his hips. His hold is gentle, treating Aramis as tenderly as one of his precious roses. For Aramis is like the flowers; precious and beautiful and fragile, and he deserves the same tender care.

It only lasts for a moment, the soft pressure of Aramis’ lips against his own, but Porthos could swear that no moment will ever be as perfect.

Aramis smiles at him, one hand coming to rest against his cheek.

“Call me,” he whispers again and Porthos nods, forcing himself to take a breath and finding that all he wants is Aramis.

“Absolutely.”

#bbc musketeers #musketeers #aramis #porthos #portamis #porthos/aramis #flower shop au #musketeers summer solstice #musketeers summer solstice 2021 #number-of-the-beast-is-666

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wylanvnneck · 4 years

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@rinadragomir said: Jace/Clary, He broke her favourite mug

Humourous Prompt #4: “So, you broke my favourite mug…and you’re breaking up with me?”

Fandom: TMI

Ship: Clace

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Alternate Universe - Normal College Setting

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Clarissa Fairchild’s day had started out quite well. It was noon and the yellow afternoon sun was streaming in through her bedroom windows, illuminating the canvas that she was currently illustrating with vibrant colours and impeccable shading as it stood propped up on its easel.

The sound of Taylor Swift’s soft voice singing ‘The 1’ from her Swiftie Playlist is the only thing to break the silence and it’s peaceful and it’s good and it’s almost like she’s on some higher plane, a plane that she’s currently trying to commit to memory through her painting of a luscious green landscape which had a glossy mirror-like lake at its center with the wispy white beginnings of what would soon be a majestic angel rising out of its depths.

She’s just adding in some touches of dappled sky blue, dipping her brush in the mug of water on the table beside her when the tranquility of the moment is quickly cut off by the sound of rapid knocking on her door. Sighing, the red head contemplates simply not answering before yet another volley of knocks echoes, sounding rather urgent, and so, reluctantly, she stabs her paint covered paint brush through her bun and heads to the door, opening it to reveal the sight of...Jace?

His hands are fidgeting and there’s a frantic look in his golden eyes as he steps forward, opens his mouth, then closes it, only to open it again.

“Clary...can I come in?”

She’s confused. What exactly was her boyfriend of two weeks doing showing up at her room unannounced looking like he’d seen a ghost? Particularly the same boyfriend who’d been avoiding her texts and effectively ghosting her for the last 48 hours, much to her chagrin.

She raises an auburn eyebrow, before stepping back to indicate that he could come in.

“Look Clary, I know that you’re probably a bit mad at me at the moment but I-”

He breaks off, his hands are still wringing together in agitation and Clary is extremely perplexed by his odd behaviour. Where was the usually suave and over-confident Jace Herondale? The Jace who had been present mere days ago during the last time she’d seen him, when he’d dropped her off at her dorm room doorway after escorting her to an art exhibition, pressing her up against the door and placing a searing kiss on her lips before saying goodnight.

“Jace. What are you doing here?”

His eyes are molten liquid and anguish as he stands in the middle of her tiny room, the sunlight highlighting him and setting his golden locks on fire. He’s two feet away from where she’s still positioned by the doorway, close enough for the scent of his sharp cologne to reach her.

Instead of answering her question, he turns and starts agitatedly pacing the room, his speed increasing as the seconds pass.

She was still asleep. This was all just a fever dream that her crazed mind had conjured up in her sleep, it had to be, that was the only explanation for this bemusing scenario that she’s currently finding herself in.

“Right ok, so, remind me, in cases of dreams like this, the protocol is usually to pinch yourself, correct?”

“What?”

He sounds harried and more than a little puzzled as he pauses his relentless pacing for a moment before resuming and she can’t believe that Dream Jace thinks he has the right to find her confusing when he himself was acting this way.

“Alrighty Dream Jace, you just uhh, carry on with your exercising whilst I finish up over here,” she gestures pointlessly towards her almost finished canvas. After all, even if this was just a dream, there was no paint in wasting a perfectly good painting.

“This isn’t a dream Clary, it’s one hundred percent real.’ He pauses. “Although I wish it wasn’t.”

She sees it happening split seconds before he does. His frantic strides had been getting closer and closer to her little desk by her easel, the same desk which held not only her paintings but also her two medium sized white ceramic mugs, one with the words ‘Paint Water’ and the other with the words ‘Not Paint Water’ printed on them. They were a set, gifted to her by her mother when she’d moved into her dorm room and they were Clary’s absolute favourite utensils.

There’s a sinking feeling in her gut as she watches one of them (the ‘Not Paint Water’) start to tremble as Jace whips past it, the momentum proving to be too much for the little mug to take and within the span of milliseconds it careens towards the floor, the sounds of crashing reverberating through the room.

The look on Jace’s face is one of absolute horror.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t realise.”

He cuts himself off when he sees her wordlessly stalk to the scene of the crime, bending over the shards and carefully picking up the larger ones with her bare hands and dropping them into the bin.

Still white-faced he rushes to help her and knocks his head on the side of the desk in the process of crouching down next to her.

Clary’s had enough of this.

Straightening up, she towers over him, giving him her best glare as she plants her hands on her hips. “Jace, seriously, what is going on with you?”

Slowly, he stands up to meet her eye-level, only, he’s a lot taller than she is and she resists the temptation to stand on her tiptoes.

He heaves a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Clary, I think that you and I should break up.”

There’s total silence. Well, except for the quiet sounds of Taylor Swift’s 22 playing in the background. What a horrendous choice of background music for this moment.

She clears her throat. “So, you broke my favourite mug…and you’re breaking up with me?”

Immediately, he unleashes a torrent of nearly unintelligible words in reply.

“I didn’t mean to break your mug, I swear, but as to us breaking up, it’s just, I’ve been thinking, you’re so good and kind and smart and a great artist and by the angel you’re hot, but you deserve better than someone like me, you deserve a lot better than an orphaned kid who spent his younger years being raised by a deranged foster parent that made him into a monster.”

His voice cracks on that last word.

Her brows knit together as she struggles to understand what he’s just dropped on her. Jace never spoke too much about his foster father, but it was clear that Valentine had really done a number on him as a child and once again she’s overwhelmingly grateful to the Lightwoods, the family that had taken Jace in once Valentine had gone to prison.

Her heart gives a pang as she looks at the dejected man in front of her. Stepping forward, she reaches out and gently takes his hand in hers, her other hand traveling upwards to rest against his cheek and make him meet her eyes once more.

“Listen to me, you are not a monster. The only monster is Valentine, definitely not you, not the same boy who defended his adopted brother from the jerks who bullied him for being gay, not the same boy who once beat up a boy in high school for making his little sister cry and certainly not the kind and wonderful man who made me fall in love with him over this past year.”

It’s the first time she’s said that she loves him and she might be a little worried that it was too early, no matter how true, but his eyes are burning into hers now and they seem to see inside her soul, looking for honesty and validation and hope and she gives it to him. He must have found what he was searching for in her gaze because he then crushes her to him, holding her tightly and breathing into her hair.

“Oh thank the Angel. I love you too, have for months.”

They stand like that for ages, savouring the moment and breathing the other in before the light darkens and Clary’s stomach rumbles, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. She pulls away from him, still smiling and grasping his hand in hers as she tugs him towards the doorway.

“Come on, let’s head to Taki’s and grab a bite. Oh, and Jace?”

‘Yes, love?”

“You’re cleaning up that mess and buying me a new mug when we get back, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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Hopefully, that wasn’t too cheesy. Anyways, I hope you liked it Rina and thank you for being such an awesome mutual:))

Tagging: @too-many-aspirations and @cupcakesandkittens

To any other people reading this, please let me know if you’d like to be added to my TMI tag list for possible future fics🦕❤

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preface2adreamplay · 4 years

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LIGHT HITS YOUR FACE.

The day before Valentines Day.

Summary: Stef and Jared parted ways a couple of weeks previous, but on request from Jared, they meet for one last time to say farewell.

Chapter warnings: Swearing, smut

Chapter WC: 2,850

They both grabbed at the door handle at the same time, his large hand pushing hers away, glancing at him, she saw heat rise in his cheeks, his lips were set in an apology.

The door opened and she stepped inside, the window was open, of course it was, that man was the hottest she’d ever known.

The curtain billowed at the intrusion.

As the door clicked shut he was pressing against her. His hands rested on her hips, long fingers digging into the flesh. Stef closed her eyes, moving her face away from him, offering her neck which he lavished with kisses. Hot open mouth kisses, like the first time. His hands were sliding across the silky material of her dress grabbing at her thighs.

In one easy move she was pushed against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist, he was grinding into her, breathing heavily. The press of his cock against her made her groan, there was nowhere in the world she would rather be than right here.

‘I have,’ he started, taking a gulp of air before sucking along the skin of her jaw. ‘I have two requests, only.’

‘Oh?’ Stef breathed, running her fingers under his jacket, helping to inch it off his shoulders. His hands were busy, he didn’t seem to notice until she became persistent, tugging at the jacket until it got to his elbows. Wriggling free of it, he let it drop to the floor.

His lips met hers, tongues licking at each other, desperately gasping for air when they broke away from each other, but they couldn’t get enough of it. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

Finally, he stepped back, his hand resting against her neck, his thumb brushing against the dip between her collar bones. She was kept there, by this gentle hand. ‘Are we doing this?’ The timbre of his voice made her shiver.

Looking at him through her eyelashes, mouth open with a need for his to be on her again.

‘I think we are.’ she answered, the hint of excitement in her voice.

He smiled, throwing his head back to get the hair out of his eyes.

‘Request one,’ he looked away from her mouth with great effort, pupils blown wide with lust, his hair falling back onto his face. She wanted to wind the locks around her fingers and push his head back, loving how his neck muscles bulged. But she stood and waited for him to finish.

’Take off your dress,’ it was a simple command, whispered while he raked his eyes from the heels strapped to her feet with black ribbon to the shoulder exposed to him. She had worn the heels before, the night he let Misha watch while he fucked her.

‘Help me.’ Stef turned her back to him, motioning for him to grab one side of the dress and pull it down.

It was a deep red colour, off the shoulder, pinched in at the waist.

Fuck, when he saw her in it he knew he had to get his hands on her.

There was no zip to fiddle with, just a quick tug and it dropped to her hips. Turning again, she watched him bite down on his lower lip while she shimmied the dress down past her knees.

Matching red lingerie, Jared whimpered, running his fingers along the hem of her panties.

‘And the second request?’ Stef bit her lip. He placed a hand on her stomach, spreading his fingers across the heated skin. ‘We’ll get there.’

Their lips met again and he was moving her, stepping backwards until falling together onto the bed.

The brush of her hair against him tickled, she pulled back when she felt him smile. ‘What?’ Stef ran her fingers gently across his cheek, pressing her thumb to his chin.

‘Your hair tickles.’ That accent hit a sweet spot inside her. ‘Your beard tickles.’

‘I don’t have beard right now.’ He teased. Covering her mouth with a kiss before she could respond.

His hands grabbed onto the globes of her ass, squeezing the flesh while they made out.

‘Your ass is my favourite,’ he smacked it so hard, Stef yelped. Straddling him, she cocked her eyebrow at him. ‘It’s gonna be like that?’ she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Jared watched her hands work, his gaze softening when he looked into her face. Here was a side of her he hadn’t seen, it had always been him taking the lead.

He sat up to throw the shirt off while she grappled with his belt. ‘What the fuck is this?’ Frustration growing when she couldn’t just flick it open.

‘It’s tied around, like this.’

Scoffing she let him pull it this way and that before finally she could get at his zipper.

Laying his head back, he closed his eyes listening to her intake of breath while she pulled at his jeans. Once they were off, the rest of his clothes followed.

‘Why am I naked and you’re still in this?’ His hands were at the clasp of her bra, trying and failing at getting it undone.

Stef took his arms, laying them next to him. She shook her head. Her hands were running down her cleavage, teasingly, taking her time getting the red material between her legs. Dipping her hand inside while he watched, wide eyed.

‘How do you want me?’ Stef had her hand on his chest, keeping in him in place while she began rubbing against him.

She wanted him so much. ‘I can’t wait to feel you inside me, I’ve missed it so much.’

Jared’s mouth was open, his tongue moving but no words were coming out.

Stef started grinding harder against him, she could feel herself soaking through her panties. His cock was tapping against his stomach, urging her to touch it, taste it.

‘I’ve missed you too, baby.’ His voice strangled with need. Silently pleading with her to take what she needed from him.

Smiling at his reaction when she unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. She placed her hands over his as he groped at her breasts, her skin was covered in goosebumps, she was hitting sensation overload already. Damn, all he had to do was look at her and she got hot for him.

His mouth was around her nipple, licking and sucking it at it reverently, as if she were holy communion.

Once he had finished with one he began working at the other. A little love bite sucked into each, he grinned, happy with his work and began licking at her neck.

Stef pushed him back against the bed. ‘Let me take care of you first.’

Jared hummed as she began doing the same to him, he should tell her to stop. He shouldn’t go home with bruises sucked onto his skin, but her mouth felt too damn good.

‘Fuck, Stef. I’m gonna blow just like this.’

She threw her hair back and sat up, her arms out straight, her hands pressing against his chest.

‘You wanna take these off?’ She wiggled against him, giggling when his cock twitched in assent.

‘Alright, go for it.’

Standing over him with one foot on each side of his hips, she guided his hands up her legs. Hooking his fingers in to her underwear, he whipped them down and tore them from her ankles as she raised each foot in turn.

His fingers were between her legs, ‘fuck, you’re soaked.’ His eyes met hers. Standing with her hands wound in her hair, she looked like a goddess.

‘Can I make my second request?’

‘You ask for permission in bed now?’ Stef huffed.

She nodded on seeing his pleading face.

‘What is it?’ She slid down slow, the palm of his hand covering her dripping heat. He never took his eyes from hers as she touched his cock, wrapping her fingers around the silky skin, the tip nudged at her entrance while Jared sucked at the juices on his hand.

‘Will you fuck me like I’m the only man in the world?’ The words made it out just as she sank down onto him with a sigh.

‘I always do.’

His hands were in her hair, holding her face close to his, and she fucked him like he asked.

‘Like that,’ he whispered, ‘fuck me just like that, like you always do.’

Jared was breathing hard, talking gibberish with only a few words she could make out.

Then, she was on her back and he was hovering above her, kissing her mouth in soft sweet kisses.

‘Hey, I thought you wanted me to...’ Jared cut her off, running his hands along her calves, guiding her legs around his waist.

‘You did what I asked and you did so, so good.’ His head was dipping between her breasts to her stomach, his tongue trailing down to her hip bones.

She felt his thumb press against her clitoris with all the pressure she needed to raise her ass off the bed to grind against it.

He was inside her again, slow thrusts to tease her over the edge. Shaking into her release with an explosion of white light behind her eyes, she was writhing, he wasn’t stopping, his thrusts were sharper, his expression set with a warning in his eyes.

If she didn’t come again, he’d fuck her hard until she did. A strange feeling came suddenly, Stef cried out as another orgasm hit her. Jared pulled out just in time for her to gush onto him.

‘Oh my fucking god.’

Jared dipped inside again, harder and faster. He grabbed onto the headboard to lean into her and felt the veil of bliss lay over him.

Both were panting, eyes squeezed shut.

‘Holy fuck, baby, you squirted.’

Stef laughed, not sure if she was ready to open her eyes yet.

‘That was phenomenal. I have never done that before.’

They were kissing again.

‘We made a mess,’ Jared spoke through his teeth, eyeing the damage.

‘At least we don’t have to clean it up.’ Stef giggled. Pushing Jared over to the other side of the bed, moving out of the damp spot on the blanket.

They lay together in silence. Jared taking deep breaths while her head rose and fell on his chest.

‘Excuse me a moment.’

‘Are you going?’ There was a hint of panic in his voice.

‘Not yet,’ Stef kissed him before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

Jared sighed happily, the bliss was still on him, a sleepy smile on his face.

Stef appeared again. He nuzzled his face into her sweet smelling hair as she wrapped herself around him.

Once the post sex softness faded, Stef knew she should go. The thoughts made her squeeze him tighter.

‘You ok?’ His voice sounded far away, he was slipping off into sleep, fighting to keep it at bay.

‘Yeah,’ Stef lowered her head to the middle of his chest, hearing his heart rate slow as he breathed steadily.

‘I’ll miss this.’

Stef was back in the dress. Jared managed only his boxers and his jeans, preferring to watch her put the dress back on the way she had taken it off. Her nose wrinkled in concentration, biting her lip she she fixed her hair in the mirror. She never had to do much to look beautiful, he thought.

He wished somehow he could see this every day. He knew it wouldn’t happen.

Heartsick suddenly, he looked away, wanting to just put his shoes back on and go back to the guys, drink beer for the night and pretend to watch the fight and every now and then, catch a scent of her that lingered on his skin.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he realised she was standing in front him, her hand against his face. ‘I have to go.’

Jared wanted to say something, he had plenty he had thought of saying. ‘Thanks.’ ‘See you around.’ ‘I love you, please stay.’ He wouldn’t say any of them though. This was the last time they would see each other like this, that was the agreement. One last hurrah before they went their separate ways.

Stef felt a little disappointed, he was just sitting here. His expression didn’t reveal how he felt. He was a good actor, that she knew.

This hurt. Would it have been better if she didn’t agree to see him?

No point in regretting now, it was done.

He wasn’t meant to be here, he had told his wife it was over. It was her and no one else.

Stef tucked her bag under her arm and opened the door.

His hand grasped her shoulder, turning her to face him. Jared grabbed her into a crushing hug.

She stumbled as he let her go, did he even realise how strong he was? This wasn’t the time for her to fall on her ass, she wanted keep her dignity right now.

‘Uhm,’ he half laughed, half grimaced.

‘You’re being awkward,’ Stef reached up to brush away the tear that sat on his cheek.

‘Yeah, sorry. This is weird. I feel like I’ll see you next weekend.’ He was rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hands. Smiling to hide the hurt.

‘We will see each other again. Promise.’

‘Take care of yourself, Stefanie.’

Stef nodded, standing on her tip toes to kiss him. She could feel his eyes on her while she walked down the hall, wanting to get into the escalator without looking back.

As she went down several floors, she wrapped her arms around herself. Fuck, she wanted to cry. ‘Keep it together, Stef. Please, please keep it together.’

Finding a bathroom stall in the lobby restroom, she leaned against the door and sobbed.

It was the right thing to do, for both of them. But, it hurt like hell.

Crying in the toilets, she hadn’t done that in years. Not since she found out she was pregnant. She had held the pregnancy test in her shaky hand while her friend was asking for the result outside, keeping an eye out for any nosy bitches.

The mirror showed her a dishevelled version of herself. Her hair needed resuscitation, her eyes puffy.

‘You look like a train wreck.’ She scolded herself. Her phone was buzzing in her bag, hesitantly she took it out to see who it was.

Claire.

Clearing her throat before she answered, disguising any leftover distress.

‘Hey girl, you have perfect timing, as always.’

‘Oh, I didn’t think I’d get you. I was planning on leaving you a supportive voicemail.’

There was rustling in the background.

‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m wrapping my gift for Rich.’

‘A gift for what?’

‘Valentines Day!’ Claire was too happy, Stef wished she could wallow in her misery. ‘You ok?’

‘I’ll lie and say yes. But, am I a bitch if I’m kinda glad?’

‘Glad? Strange word to use.’

‘Ok definitely not glad, wrong word. Maybe...relieved. I’m breaking my own heart.’

Claire sighed, the rustling stopped.

‘I love you girl. Your heart has been broken for too damn long. You need a hot, single man.’

‘I don’t need a man.’

‘But you deserve a good guy who can devote himself solely to you.’

‘Ok, I probably do.’

Claire wasn’t one to ever bite her tongue, ‘Rich is on his way here right now, I gotta pick him up at the airport. You wanna come hang with us tomorrow?’

‘Third wheel, ouch. Is that what it’s come to?’

‘We could go to a bar and you could talk to some guys there.’

‘I’ll think about it.’

Stef absolutely did not want to stand in a bar and wait for half drunk men to chat her up, the thought made her skin crawl.

She did need to shake off this last year though. ‘I have to go catch a flight soon too. I’ll call you tomorrow.’

‘Love you.’ Claire ended the call.

Heaving a sigh, Stef checked herself in the mirror before heading out into the lobby.

Jared was leaning against the column outside, waiting for his cab.

Her feet forgot how to walk. But she stopped next to him, looking out at the empty street. The breeze was kicking up and she wished she brought a jacket.

Without a word, she felt him throw his jacket over her shoulders.

‘Going back to your hotel?’

‘Can’t get on the flight in this frock.’

Jared smiled, opening the door of the cab. ‘Well, share a cab with me. I don’t trust anyone around here.’

‘Thanks for looking out for me.’

Pulling up outside the hotel, Jared jumped out of the cab and ran to her side, opening the door. ‘You’re a gentleman. Oh, your jacket, I nearly stole it.’

Jared’s eyes downcast, he smiled a little, taking the jacket she offered. She was shivering already.

‘Enjoy the fight.’ She was walking away.

‘See you around.’

Stef looked over her shoulder, he was still standing by the cab. She raised a hand in farewell, he just watched.

#jared x ofc #jared padalecki x ofc #jared padalecki fiction #jared padalecki fic #jared padalecki smut #jared padalecki #real person fic #real person fiction #rpf #spn #supernatural #under your spell #uys

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cocainechihuahua · 4 years

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im too lazy to pick ngl. do them all. suffer

WOW

Bet

irst date: describe your ideal first date. Ok so theres a place called the butterfly pavilion thats just like. A indoor bug zoo? Anyways theres a butterfly room and in my date we wear colorful clothing clothing so the butterflys will like us and we sneak margaritas from the mexican place next door in metal water bottles and we get tipsy (respectfully) in the butterfly room and take pictures of each other.

first kiss: what’s the best way to be kissed? Roughly 🤙

preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’? Gee I'm a very horny person but rn my type is my my bf type so i guess. Beefy history nerds??

blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special? Uhhh I'm pretty good this year but being the little spoon would be lit.

hand holding: do you like pda? If its at a show or party sure. But dont be weird.

family: how important is your family’s approval of your s.o.? Not a whole lot but i gotta say them approving makes things way easier

doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you? Classified.✨

love hearts: where were you when you met your crush? Laying in bed looking for a free meal and head on bumble

candy: favourite thing to eat on a date? Vrxyfgydrfrc this was banned in 2018🐓

100th date: would you prefer to stay in or go out this valentine’s? God i would kill to go out but there's a panorama outside

roses: do you like picnic dates? YES I WOULD KILL FOR ONE

giggle: what’s more important in an s.o.: intelligence or humour? Humour!! I will never be with another self proclaimed "intellectual"

lace: who looks best in your favourite colour? I love seeing dark skinned people in yellow

cupid: have you ever been set up? have you ever set anyone else up? how did it go? My step brother set me up with his acquaintance and i set him up with a friend i originally met on tinder and they both were extremely abusive to both of us and we vowed to never set each other up again

lovebirds: at what point in a relationship would you make it ‘public’? After yall fucked the second time

love knots: would you like to forget the person you shared your first kiss with? Lol no my first kiss was funny as hell

promise ring: who do you see yourself being with in two years? Not to be gay but hopefully the boy whos eating crackers next to me

ballad: best love song? Little kandi raver by S3RL

aphrodite: how important are looks? 65%

angel: do you like ‘bad boys’ or sweethearts more? Sweetheart with bad boy tendencies💛

harp: have you ever written a poem for a crush? When i was fuckin 16 it was after our breakup it was bad lol

red: where will you be spending february 14th? In bed watching true crime docs and eating chinese food with my boy💛

love notes: who was your last valentine? where are they now? He can choke❤

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone? Homemade cookies

st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year? It stays

#woo that was a lot #thanks edward #lem.txt

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spookyboywhump · 4 years

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🌙🌺💛 for Wren, Zander, Cain and Vanessa!

Okay so! First of all thank you. Second of all I couldn’t tell the difference between one emoji and another so there’s a bonus one you did not ask for i’m so sorry

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Wren: His favorite food is pancakes, ideally topped with some sort of fruit (he prefers strawberries), his favorite color is teal and his favorite season is spring! As for other favorites, his favorite days are when it rains and his favorite kind of music is relaxing, instrumental songs.

Zander: His favorite food is basically anything spicy, he was once one of those people who was Constantly eating hot chips. His favorite color used to be red but these days he prefers purple, and his favorite season is winter, when his birthday is uwu

Cain: he loves comfort food! Though he doesn’t indulge this often, he would gladly eat pizza every day of his life if he could. His favorite color is purple, and his favorite season is winter (when all the bugs are fuckin dead). Along with that, his favorite movies are slasher films, and in general he likes a lot of “older” things

Vanessa: She likes fruit more than anything, strawberries are her favorite! Her favorite color is of course, red, and her favorite season is summer. Other favorites include Valentine’s Day as her favorite holiday (and only a little because it’s also her birthday), and for some reason I feel like her favorite movie would be the 2013 Great Gatsby (there’s a nice visual aesthetic I think she would appreciate)

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

(ok so i realized i answered this one already but actually i like the answers so copy and paste babyyy)

Zander: Zander would want fangs, sharp sharp fangs so that people can learn the hard way to stop fucking with his mouth and his teeth, because apparently a normal bite isn’t enough to drive the point home ohoho the irony here be careful what you wish for

Wren: Wren’s is very simple and very average- The poor boy just wants to be taller. Even like just a few inches. Just a bit. It is very unfair that he is as short as he is and he absolutely hates it. (I think I’ve projected a lot on to Wren oops)

Cain: Cain is probably the only one who wouldn’t really want to make any additions, maybe at most some freaky colored eyes to scare people but that’s about it (thinking about the black with red pupil look)

Vanessa: If she had to change anything or make any additions, she’d go all out with horns, wings, fangs, a tail, that whole sexy demon/succubus look is Very attractive to her

💛 What is your personal opinion of this OC? Do you love them or are they your trash child? Are they your baby?

Wren: My baby!!!! My baby boy!!!!! I would die for this boy and I regret not writing enough of him because I genuinely love him so very much.

Zander: You. You know how it is. How I love this man with my whole heart. I am consumed by my love for him. He’s not even my baby at this point he’s just everything I need in life. Maybe I like him too much. Don’t judge me.

Cain: Trash. Garbage. My horrible baby trash boy. I fucking love him. He’s such a fucking brat and he’s so, so stupid. I adore him.

Vanessa: Terrible. Evil demon bitch. However I’m also a simp and I’m very weak for the monster I’ve created.

Bonus question!! It’s a good thing this is the bonus because it’s the one i did worst on asdfghjkl

🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

Wren:

His day is instantly made better when Cain mentions he plans to feed them, and one of the easiest ways to make him laugh is one of Zander’s many snarky remarks about their owner. As for making his day worse, well, hearing Cain mention any punishments will automatically ruin his day

Zander:

Honestly similar to Wren’s, however the quickest way to ruin his day completely is any mention of Vanessa being in his vicinity.

Cain:

Honestly it’s hard to make his day better just by a sentence so we’ll go to these other things. Some of Zander’s snarkier defiance might get a good laugh out of him, and if anybody mentions his father his day is instantly ruined forever and he will make that Zander and Wren’s problem

Vanessa:

It’ll always brighten her day if Cain says yes to one of her demands, and she’s somebody who is very likely to laugh at more,,, dark jokes. However, the easiest way to ruin her day is to tell her “no”, in any context, no matter what’s going on, she hates being told no.

#thamk you marti #oc stuff #wren #zander #cain #vanessa #im lov the them #galaxywhump

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slytherin-puffskein · 5 years

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twelve ways to fall in love with you.

the signs as moments falling in love | requests closed

from @cinnamonriko:

scorpio: It was when I found myself wanting to tell you things I didn’t share with anyone else. You had sat there expectantly, and openly- like you’d wait all day if you had to. And when I told you you didn’t leave, you understood.

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signs completed: capricorn - scorpio

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Usually, Barnaby Lee found himself enjoying Valentine’s Day. The cute dates, the kisses, the gifts, what else could be better than an entire day solely dedicated to spoiling your significant other? Literally nothing, at least to his eyes. However, this day was now reduced to nothing as he was officially single. Four months thrown down the drain, with no consideration nor apologies. He couldn’t boast over the fact that he had easily gotten over it, however, because it would have been a lie. It had been hard, perilous even, but he had managed to claw his way out of all these unpleasant feelings and get back on his daily routine. He was healing. Slowly, but surely.

He knew of this pain, and promised himself to help whoever experiencing it. And so, when it came to his knowledge that Laurent King was dealing with the same emotional storm, he just had to intervene. As soon as he had received the news he had showed up at his apartment, his shoulder ready for him to cry on and his ears free to listen to every woes. The first night had been long. Painful, even. Murphy McNully, this single name kept slipping out of Laurent’s lips, decorated with uneven sobs and choked back words the redhead didn’t dare to add. Barnaby couldn’t blame him: most of it was probably too personal to talk about. He was his best friend, but there were still many things he didn’t, couldn’t know yet.

“I don’t understand.” Laurent had sniffled, his face buried in the crook of his neck while the TV was playing in front of them. “I don’t understand at all...”

“It’s ok, Laurent. I’m here... I’m here”

He couldn’t help but scoff at that memory. I’m here. As if that was a good way to comfort him. Words wouldn’t have been sufficient at that very moment, so he had resorted to listen at last. My parents never bothered about my advice, why would he? And what kind of advice do I have anyway, me who got dumped only a few months ago? Talk about a bad joke.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, and now was their first Valentine’s Day without a partner to share it with. No cute dates to go on, no compliments to give out, no kisses to offer. It definitely put a weight on their hearts, threatening to crush it when least expected.

But Barnaby had a plan.

- - -

Laurent had his entire evening planned out: a well deserved glass of wine along with a bunch of good movies to watch, all of this preceding a long, warm bubble bath. What else could possibly top this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

A wistful voice crept in his mind anyway. You damn fool, you know there is much more enjoyable than this. Remember your first Valentine’s Day with Murphy? You two had so much fun. A candlelit dinner in your favourite restaurant followed by a romantic stargazing session. What happened once you guys got back home was a lot of fun as well-- He immediately cut off his thoughts, gently slapping his cheek and mentally cursing himself. Shut up, shut up! Who said Valentine’s Day was for couples anyway, huh? I’ll enjoy it with my own damn self! He wasn’t convinced, however.

He had slipped into his most comfortable pyjamas and was choosing which movie to watch as his doorbell suddenly rang, prompting him to almost jump in fear. Bewilderment reading itself on his face he approached the door and checked into the peep hole, his muscles relaxing as soon as he recognized Barnaby’s face. A question reigned in his mind still: what is he doing there? Soon enough the door creaked open, and Laurent was greeting Barnaby inside.

It didn’t take long before he started swarming him with questions: What are you doing here? Everything alright? It’s so cold outside, why are you only wearing that coat? Barnaby only had that damn smile etched on his face, however, and despite Lau’s frustration due to not having any decent answers, he couldn’t help but feel a delightful flutter in his chest.

As he removed his coat, Barnaby finally decided to explain himself: “I assumed you wouldn’t like to spend the evening alone.” He admitted, red blossoming over his cheeks. “So I decided to keep you company... and...” A pause, and then he shook his head. I can’t lie to him. “Well... I... I didn’t want to spend the evening alone. As for you, I dunno, but I had hoped- well not hoped, I didn’t hope you were sad, more like--” And he was stumbling with his words again. For a reason yet unknown to him it always occurred when he was near Laurent.

Before he could try and come up with a decent sentence, Laurent was speaking: “I... I must say, I didn’t really like the thought of being alone as well.” The redhead confessed. “I mean, y’know what day it is... brings back memories.” And he trailed off, once again avoiding to reveal any more information to Barnaby. He knew it was unfair to keep so much from his friend, but... he wasn’t ready to bare himself just yet. He wasn’t ready to fully let go of his relationship with Murphy. Would he ever be? He had no idea. I loved him so much... and now it’s all reduced to dust.

Suddenly, he felt Barnaby’s hand land on his shoulder, and words clung to his throat as they found themselves unable to make their way out. He could only stare at his smile. “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day, then!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I’ll chase away these bad memories, let’s enjoy this evening together!” And suddenly his gaze landed towards Laurent’s bedroom. “What were you planning to do?”

Laurent immediately guessed what Barnaby was thinking about, and a smile finally curved his lips. “Movie night. I know for a fact that you...”

“... Love them.” Barnaby completed. “Yes! How about we check a few of them out, hm?” A glint of excitement passed through his eyes.

“Let’s.” Lau replied at last. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

- - -

It turned out that Barnaby had another trick up his sleeve, and it revealed itself in the form of a box he pulled out of his bag. “Ta-da! I stopped by your favourite donut shop and got us a few things! What’s better than movies? Movies and donuts! You’ll thank me later~”

“We should make this a tradition.” Laurent commented as they both sat down on his bed. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy this more than I am supposed to.”

He was already smiling and giggling, and the sparkles usually inhabiting his eyes had come back at last. That sight proved itself to be a real comfort to Barnaby, the fondness with which he was staring at his friend only confirming it. For once, Laurent wasn’t thinking about Murphy and their disastrous breakup. He was focusing on the present, filled with good movies and donu-- his face fell as Barnaby opened the box.

Green, matcha glazed donuts were part of the mix. Otherwise known as Murphy McNully’s favourites. It took a few seconds for Laurent to snap back into reality and realize that Barnaby has been calling out his name with worry decorating his features. Laurent blinked one, two times. “Ah, sorry, I... I spaced out, I guess.” His gaze swiftly drifted away from the donuts. “Matcha flavour was Murphy... Murphy’s favourite. His favourite colour is green, of course it had to be his...” He trailed off, unable to continue. His heart threatened to squeeze itself in his chest and eventually blow up, his brain was assaulted with thunders of painful memories, his hands felt cold... and suddenly he was looking at Barnaby again.

Barnaby, who looked as if he had just learned he had accidentally committed the world’s biggest crime. “I’m sorry!” He blurted out. “I-I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to, I--”

Luckily enough Laurent was quick to interrupt him. Giggles even punctuated his words. “It’s fine, Barnaby. You didn’t know...” Without a warning he suddenly reached for his hand, their fingers slowly intertwining together. “Thank you. Really. These strawberry glazed ones look super tasty...”

That was sufficient to appease Barnaby, and Laurent felt better as well. As soon as their fingers linked together he has been feeling lighter, in fact. Let’s watch a movie, now. Let’s watch a movie and forget about our shitty relationships. Memories of Barnaby’s breakup with his ex girlfriend suddenly rushed through him, and he saw himself in that same bedroom a few months ago, comforting a tearful Barnaby. Man, the turntables. Now he’s the one comforting me... is he still sad about his breakup? It’s Valentine’s Day after all. He must feel melancholic... however he feels, I’ll give him support. He deserves it.

With that in mind he squeezed his hand, and he chose a movie at last.

“Are you sure a romantic movie is what you need?” Has been Barnaby’s first question.

“I’ll be fine, Barnaby. How about you?” You always ask about me. Let me ask about you.

Barnaby nodded, stuffing a donut in his mouth and then replying: “Yup!”

Laurent jokingly smacked Barnaby’s arm, laughing. “You’re so gross, swallow before speaking!” How ironic, since he has been eating a donut and talking as well.

- - -

Curled up against Barnaby as he would always do when watching TV with him, countless thoughts swirled inside of Laurent’s mind thus preventing him to properly enjoy the movie. He couldn’t make out whatever the actors were saying, and suddenly, as they reached the middle of the movie Laurent reached for the remote and hit the ‘pause’ button. Silence greeted them, and Barnaby stared at Lau with confusion. “Everything alright...?”

A nod, and then some more silence before Laurent finally spoke up: “I was so in love with him.” His voice was down to a murmur, but he knew Barnaby would hear it anyway.

And he did. “I know.”

“I just... it all happened so fast. One day I was madly in love, and the other he breaks up with me. He told me it wasn’t my fault, he--” He suddenly stopped speaking, and locked his gaze with Barnaby’s.

Time froze as they both tried to decipher what messages the other’s eyes contained. Neither of them managed to find anything, and it was probably better this way. For Laurent, at least, for he had figured out he wanted to talk to Barnaby. Not simply look at him, talk. He wanted to tell him about his relationship, and hopefully let go at once.

A last look in Barnaby’s eyes was enough to convince Laurent, for what he saw revealed everything: he was ready to listen to him. He was ready to try to understand. He was ready to sit for hours if it were to take that much time. And so, he started speaking. He poured out his heart. He told him about how great his relationship with Murphy had felt, but also how the impression everything would go wrong had kept gnawing at him. He had tried to deny it for as long as he could, but it eventually hit him straight on the face as their breakup finally occurred. He was too much. Too much his opposite. Murphy liked calculations and percentages, Laurent liked spur of the moment actions and carelessness. Water and fire don’t mix, and the same could be said about Laurent King and Murphy McNully.

He had expected it, yes, but it devastated him anyway. He had thought he would have been enough. He had thought it would have been alright. He had loved Murphy for the way he was, but Murphy had failed doing the same. “But can I blame him?” Laurent suddenly said. “I’m... I’m so... so me, and I’m so different than him... but still, I... I guess it is selfish of me to say this, but... I had wished I would have been good enough for him. Turned out I wasn’t. Probably will never be...”

Silence. He didn’t know how to express himself anymore, so he had resorted to shutting himself up. Barnaby, however, had loads to say as he held him closer, his arms curling around his waist in a comforting embrace. “I know how you feel...” These words felt like a punch to Laurent. Really? How would he know? Wasn’t his past relationship ideal? Wasn’t their breakup mutual? Yes, he had cried... but everyone cries during breakups at some point. You cry because you’re missing a part of yourself. It’s like someone removed a limb of yours: it hurts, so you cry.

He stared as Barnaby chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t tell you everything about my own breakup. I... I didn’t live up to my own expectations either. I told you we agreed on breaking up... but it was mostly because I was disappointed with myself. Because...” He held back his breath, as if he was struggling with to find the right words. As a sign of support Laurent reached for his hand. “I figured out I might like guys more instead of girls. You know I like boys as well as girls, but I never told you what caused that realization. It was kissing her while thinking of how it would feel if she were a boy... I supposed I fell out of love, and it made me feel like the world’s worst asshole”

Confessions, confessions, they came one after the other. Sometimes from Lau, sometimes from Barnaby, sometimes both telling them at the same time. Revisiting these old memories hurt, but also relieved them of a huge weight that has been pressing on their shoulders. When they finished speaking they felt good. They felt light.

And Barnaby understood how Laurent felt.

And Laurent understood how Barnaby felt.

“I must admit, I miss being in a relationship.” Laurent shyly confessed as he hit ‘play’ on the remote.

“Me too... I miss cuddling someone.”

“I miss kissing someone. It feels so... heavenly.”

“It feels perfect with the right person.”

And they were now looking at each other. Barnaby’s eyes flicked to Laurent’s lips. Laurent’s eyes flicked to Barnaby’s lips. “Wanna... wanna try it out?” The words slipped out of the redhead’s mouth. “Just to pretend we actually had some action during Valentine’s Day.” He added with a giggle to lighten the atmosphere.

A blush brightly coloured Barnaby’s cheeks for a moment, and Laurent was quick to fear that he had fucked up. There you go, now he’s going to think I’m a pervert.

However, against all expectations, Barnaby nodded. “Y-Yes...” He stammered a little before speaking again: “I’d love to... I’ll be able to brag that I kissed the prettiest guy on Valentine’s Day.”

Laurent’s eyes widened at that claim, but he realized that Barnaby probably wasn’t even aware he had said this out loud. Instead of discussing this he remained silent and allowed Barnaby to inch closer. His arms tightened their grip around Laurent’s waist, and a gasp of surprise threatened to fall off his lips. Instead, he cupped Barnaby’s face and smiled teasingly. “You seem pretty eager.”

A blush blossomed over his friend’s features, and he stumbled with his words a little before finally coming up with a coherent sentence: “A-Are you ok with this, Lau? Kisses should... mean something.”

Laurent’s reply came without a moment of hesitation. “And what would this one mean for you? To me, it would be... moving on, I guess. Get into another chapter and leave Murphy behind for once. How about you?”

Silence lingered in the air as Barnaby didn’t answer, and what he had planned to reply shall remain a mystery as Laurent suddenly tugged on his shirt’s collar to pull him into a kiss. Immediately, a wave of comfort came to wash over the both of them as they curved into each other’s body, living the kiss at it’s fullest.

Neither of them wished to pull away.

- - -

The next morning, Laurent woke up to Barnaby’s steady heartbeat. He had fallen asleep on his chest, and donut crumbs were all over it. A quick look at his friend was all it took to confirm that he was still sleeping. After a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to not pull away. He even closed his eyes.

Following their kiss, they had focused back on the movie. Little words have been said, as if both of them had mulled over what had just happened. Had it been a mistake? Would they regret it? Laurent had feared how he would feel the next morning. But at this very moment, as he was curled up against Barnaby, absolutely no regret came to seize him.

I told him everything. I told him about my fears, my insecurities, the downsides of my relationship with Murphy. I told him everything I had feared revealing, and his reaction? Complete understanding. He even admitted stuff to me as well. It felt so... so right. So perfect. Just like him.

And the kiss. It had it’s hold on his mind still. Suddenly, Barnaby moved a little, and pulled Laurent closer while still sleeping. The redhead’s heart threatened to leap off his chest, and that was when he knew.

I like him.

I’m so screwed.

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Sway Pt.5 - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Here / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Author’s Note: This is it! The infamous chapter I wrote twice!! To make up for it, I’ve added in a bunch of stuff that wasn’t there before like more Jase/Javi/Danny banter. I actually LOVE their dynamic... Yeaaah I wrote a scene based on another scene because I couldn’t HELP it. The gifs will prove that! Valentine’s Day doesn’t even necessarily have to be the setting for any of the following to happen... Only, it was near Valentine’s Day at the time and it all made a lot of sense in my head. So, celebrate Valentine’s Day a month late, why don’t you? (haha...) + Bonus. I made a Gerry reference. 😉

Disclaimer: As started before, I own nada by my OCs. I took some lyrical liberties with ‘Slow Dance in a Parking Lot’ by Jordan Davis. Sue me! Please don’t actually sue me. I finished Bloodline and it actually hurts, so, I’m going to be “stealing” a bunch of ideas/lines... Here is the very first scene stealing moment, though.

Premise: The Premise is Valentine’s Day, need I say more? I tried not to be horribly Cliche...

Word Count: 7748

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual Pre-Amble (a-la-pt-4). The knowledge this will never be as good as the version I actually deleted? I had a breakdown in the middle of my living room over that, it deserves a warning

…And I don't care what song comes next I'm falling right here, don't want a safety net. In a slow dance with you Spinning you around by the restaurant sign Moving our feet over the painted white lines Getting close to you Making the most of whatever we got Even if it's just a slow dance in a parking lot

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I want to wear his initial On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck Not because he owns me, But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say

Danny couldn’t believe that another month had flown by. As he flicked the calendars in the restaurant to February. You’d been dating since the previous summer. And things were getting serious. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been in a relationship this long. But, he was glad for it. Jason whistled as he turned over the calendar in the kitchen; “Busiest day of the year ahead Danny! You gonna leave us in the lurch!?” Danny turned to him, confused “What?” “Valentine’s Day! C’mon man, what are you doing with Y/N!!” He turned back to the calendar, eyes wide, oh. God! “…I wasn’t going to go anywhere… I was gonna come… here… Oh my God!” “Danny!!!” Jason couldn’t believe it “Did you forget about Valentine’s Day!?” “When was the last time I ever did anything on Valentines!?” He turned to Jason “It’s always been just another day…! Crap! She’s gonna kill me!” “Probably!” Jason laughed Javier poked his head through the kitchen window at the commotion; “What is up!?” “Danny forgot Valentine’s Day.” “WHAT!?” Javier laughed “NO! Danny! THE most important day for any girl in a relationship!?” “Stop it! Both of you! What am I gonna do! I can’t leave you all – you’re right, it’s traditionally one of the busiest days of the year…! God, can I really bring her here again??”

Whilst he mulled this over in his head, half in panic, Javier disappeared from the window, and then waltzed through the kitchen doors. The grin on his face obvious with what he was going to do; “…How are you gonna approach that one?” “He’s got 14 days…” Jason folded his arms, just as intent on hearing Danny’s plan – that he had about 5 seconds to come up with… Danny put his head in his hands “I’m just gonna have to owe her big time…” He thought on it “No, maybe… Maybe I can make this right… I’ll go a little off menu… Something she’ll really like. Then in a few weeks when it isn’t so busy I’ll take her out…” “It’s almost booked up!” Javier turned to the book to check it out, and became concerned with how busy he would be that night; “I’ll find somewhere for her! It’s my place!” “…Well, You got two weeks!” Jason pointed back to the calendar he had just changed. “Don’t forget the gift! Girls love gifts!” Danny made a noise like they weren’t making it any easier, which they weren’t. Javier almost tutted “Can you imagine? Poor, poor Y/N... She'll be expecting a long-" "Loooong!" Jason chimed in, with an eyebrow wiggle "Romantic night...!" "So romantic!" Jason put his hand over his heart as Javi put an arm around him and continued; "Michelin star restaurant, Miami skyline view, Danny's money paying... The works Valentines... As only she deserves. But picture this instead..." He held his hands out emphasising the two words of the restaurant name; "Viva Caputa. Again! And two measly hours of her boyfriend’s time." Danny looked like he was on the verge of anger at their teasing, and Javier narrowly missed the towel that was thrown his way. "You two are SO not getting paid this month!" "What!! DANNY!!" "OH! NO!!" But he cracked a smile and laughed anyway "You fuckin' deserve it! Overtime. Neither of you are getting on dates either!" "Oh! Just another romantic evening with Danny Rayburn - lucky us!!" Javier laughed at Jason's statement as he left the kitchen: "We’ll be Danny's dates! We’ll actually see more of him than she will..!" "Javi, don't you have tables to wait!?" "I'm going!" He called back as the doors swung closed behind him. "Good cuz I don't pay you to stand and chat!" "You just said you weren't paying us." Danny gave Jason a warning look "You can get back to work and all!" Jason beamed; "I love you too Danny!"

* You rolled your car to a stop outside his restaurant later that day; “Hey!” “Hi.” He hopped in, unsure how to broach the subject “…So…Uh… I was thinking…” “Yeah? Go on…” “…Valentine’s Day’s coming up.” You looked across to him, you knew that… Of course you knew that. You just hadn’t expected Danny of all people to be talking to you about it. He didn’t seem like the type to be taking you on a Valentine’s date. And you had to be honest, that was fine with you… You weren’t sure you’d mind not doing anything. “Yes?” “…Well… It’s… one of the busiest days in the business… And I can’t leave those guys all alone in there…” “And that’s fine…” “SO I was wondering…” he bit his lip “…If you wanted to… or you wouldn’t mind, coming down to my restaurant.” Before you had chance to reply he continued quickly “I’ll do something off menu, it’ll be exclusive. I know you… So… I think I can get that right… I just, I’m sorry. I’ll have to make it up to you…” You smiled, Danny Rayburn was so full of surprises; “Ok. Fine, I’ll come down to your restaurant “…On one condition.” He looked across to you, suddenly nervous about what you might say, and swallowed hard “…Anything.” “…Don’t buy me anything. Please? We’re not doing gifts it’s too… cliché… We’re not… No. Please, don’t buy me anything… I don’t need anything either…” “What!? So you’re not going to get me anything!?” He faked hurt, his mouth open “No! Shut up! That’s not what I said, I said – you can’t buy me anything! I just won’t get you something either then it’s fair!” He took out his mobile to call back to the restaurant. "Are you sure!? This is your last chance before they pick up! All I can promise is a good table and me for a couple of hours, not even the whole evening - You can back out!" If you weren't with him you didn't want to be out on Valentine’s Day at all. You couldn't believe when it would be so busy he'd even take a few hours out for you... "Danny I don’t care!" You forgot the rest of your sentence, and paid for it. He gasped in pretend shock "You don't care!?...AND I’m not good enough for a gift!?” He laughed, turning his attention back to his mobile as you heard Javier pick up; “Unbelievable!” * You studied yourself in the mirror. Was red too much of a Valentine’s Day colour? Were you about to become the cliché you’d sworn you weren’t!? You had to be honest with yourself you weren’t even sure you’d be wearing red, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had gone out and brought this dress specifically for tonight. It was the same cut as the one you had worn the first time you had frequented his restaurant. And the split up the side showed off your Miami tan. You had gone all out tonight to look flawless. Not for yourself. But for him. Your hair and makeup was perfect, your heels just the right height, and you felt good. The final touch, as ever, was your favourite perfume… You wondered if Danny would remember it from before… Gathering your things together you walked confidently down to your car, loving the sound of your heels striking the floor. You turned up your music loud as you made your way to his restaurant. You weren’t sure about the alcohol involved in tonight for you to be driving… You’d either have to take it slow, or take a cab. It didn’t matter; you could simply collect your car tomorrow… No-one would mind you leaving it overnight. When you arrived in the parking lot you weren’t surprised to see it packed. Luckily for you, dating the man who owned the place had its privileges. Tonight it really paid off; as only the staff parking spaces were free. You knew Danny had a car but, he didn’t have it with him tonight… You rolled your own neatly into his parking space and took a deep breath. Time for your big entrance. When you rounded the corner to the front of the restaurant they were queuing out of the door. Surely this wasn’t people who had reservations!? It was crazy; even for Valentine’s day you’d never seen Danny’s this busy. You smiled to yourself, quite proud – he was going to do well tonight. You walked past the line, which continued inside, where Javier caught you;

“Amorcita! Come, come! Right this way!” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this busy!” “Trust me… neither have we…” He took your hand and led you; “You look stunning… By the way. Danny doesn’t know what he’s missing by not taking you out!” “When it’s this busy, you best be glad he’s here…!” You followed Javier to a table in the back of the room, where it was quieter. Danny had clearly carefully chosen this spot… “You better like this table! You will not believe the number of times I have had to set it and re-set it!” You could imagine, it was for you - Even perfection would not be good enough for Danny tonight. You smiled gently as Javier sat you so you faced the kitchen; “Now you can at least look at your man whilst he’s working… Though how dare he, when you look this good?” You laughed “Well, Javi, let’s face the facts… We’re both going to be in agony waiting…” He smiled; “I’ll let him know you are here. Trust me, I’ve never seen a man more excited about creating off the menu pieces… He’s been looking forward to this for two weeks… Can I get you your usual drink?” “Oh. No. Javi… That’s okay… I don’t want to get too… drunk?... Tonight… I’m driving.” “Oh… Well, you know, I’m sure Danny’s got something in mind that goes with EVERYTHING he’s made…” He checked his watch; “You think he’d come say Hi…” “He’s busy Javi… But please do let him know I’m here…” He nodded, and left to remind Danny EXACTLY what time it was.

* Javier made sure all of his tables were happy before he made his way back over to you. “SO, whilst Danny is busy. I’m going to be your date!” You laughed; “Why?” “Sorry… Why…?! Because you are the most beautiful girl in the room. And everyone knows it.” You had to admit, whilst you had been sitting here alone, with your thoughts, nearly everyone in the room had been staring at you, glancing over and whispering about the mystery girl who had shown up here dressed to perfection without a date. Who was the guy? And when would he be showing up? It had only made you smirk to yourself. You wondered how they would react when they realised it was Danny? That man sure deserved to show you off tonight; what was wrong with being the eye-candy on his arm just this once? You wanted to prove that he could get the girl – and you had dressed up for him. Not for anyone else. Still, you were flattered by Javi’s compliment “Thank you…” He placed a bottle of your favourite coloured wine on the table, and by the label clearly an expensive one; “Danny says nothing less than the top shelf will do tonight. So he’s really treating you. As I knew he would…” Javier smiled “You’re really good news for him… You know?” “…SO many people tell me that, like’s he’s bad news.” “He’s had his ups and downs. Especially in his love life. They are quite some stories…” He lent on his hand; “But the way he talks about you… man… it’s something else…” You were determined not to blush, so you expertly changed the subject “What about you? Shouldn’t you be out with someone special tonight?” “ME! You’re the best I got. I’m single.” “Single!? NO!” You pulled out your mobile “Are you serious?!” He nodded and then got suspicious as you typed something into it “…Why?” “…Because, honey, do I know the girl for you…” “OH, really?! Matchmaking?” “Yes really… And you’ve already kinda met her….” If you could do a little matchmaking in Danny’s restaurant, why not? After all, it was your interaction with Danny here that had got you together. He raised an eyebrow, and took a breath “Is it the crazy one?” “Define crazy…?” You grinned, knowing both your friends had been flirting with him “Y’know the… order everything off the menu, drunk on Friday night, don’t ask me any questions, staring at me a lot, type crazy one.” “…Would you have a problem if it was…?” He chewed his lip for a moment and then smiled; “I dunno… I think I could go for a little crazy.” You laughed, and wrote her number down on a napkin; “Her name is Amanda, and she’s very dear to me. Be nice.” “What are you doing?! You have got to be kidding? I have to wait two days for you to call my number and you’re just giving yours out to Javi?!” Danny shook his head and folded his arms as he stopped at your table. He had changed out of his chefs’ whites into a black button-up shirt, his attempt to look smart for your date. It worked, in a Danny kind of way. “No…” You looked at him innocently “…I was simply doing a little matchmaking…” “Is that so…” He smiled and leant in to kiss your cheek. He turned to Javi, who stood to take his leave “When you’re ready, my good man, Jason knows how it goes…” “Alright! I’m on it!”

Danny slid into the seat that Javier had just vacated and blew out a breath; “You look… I just… Words… honestly fail me…” You smiled “Well… I just wanted to look good for you.” “For me!? Darlin’, you needn’t have you always look good. Tonight you look…” He made a motion to indicate he couldn’t find the right word. “And everyone is quite rightly staring at you…” “At you…” You leant on your hand, “…I like that…” “Oh. Really…” He reached for the bottle Javier had placed on the table and poured you a sensible glass full “Yeah. It’s about time people knew I was yours…” He chuckled, “Alright… Sweetheart… Well, you’ve clearly made one hell of a point…” He placed his hands together “…Now in advance, I apologise that I can’t stay. But I sure as hell want to make these hours count…” “Baby that’s ok…” “And when I leave, I don’t expect you to stay… It’s going to be a long night. And I’ll be here helping them out until closing. So…” He took a sip of wine, and made a face like he was pleased with his choice “…Please, feel free to leave at any time.” “No… No… That’s ok… I want to stay… I have my car… You can just come back to mine tonight…” He smirked suddenly and leant towards you; “Oh? Is that where this is heading…? A little cliché for Valentine’s Day don’t you think…?” You suddenly realised what you had said; “Danny no! I didn’t mean it like that-!” “No need to be shy about it Y/N… It’s just you and me…” His eyes flicked to the cut of your dress. You were still determined not to blush, lowering your voice to a whisper; “Stop it! You can’t talk like that! Not here!” “Why not? It’s my restaurant… My rules… No-one cares… Why, baby? Don’t you want me?” You had to look away from his intense stare… But you bit your lip… Wondering if that was where your night might end… You ran your finger lazily around the rim of your glass whilst he took another sip of his “I didn’t say I didn’t want you…” You looked back into his eyes, pouring some sugar of your own; “I just said you can’t talk that way here…” He was right. He knew you. Every off-menu dish he’d created was something you’d talked endlessly about or a variation of something off his menu you truly loved. You realised that every time he’d seen you eat he’d studied you – to the letter. Everything went well together, and everything paired with the wine he’d selected. You were beyond flattered. He continued to flirt with you through the entire meal and you felt like the only girl in the world. Even though your aim had been quite the opposite. He was way too good to you for the man his family made him out to be. “…Oh. Yeah. Just one thing…” He shuffled around in his seat and began rummaging in his pocket it got you curious “…I… Kinda broke your rule…” You could swear your heart was about stop beating and instinctively put your hand over it in relief. You opened your mouth as he placed the box on the table, It was small, black and wrapped intricately with silver ribbon. By its size and shape that he wasn’t about to get down on one knee in the middle of his own restaurant, especially after the previous conversations you’d had here. He followed your train of thought; “Geez! Don’t die on me! Give me SOME credit! I am in NO way sickeningly cliché enough to propose to you in front of my whole restaurant... on Valentine’s Day. Besides I’d never live it down!” He was right, Javier and Jason would never let him hear the end of it. Then he laughed, like he couldn’t resist it “Maybe I’ll do it when we’re alone later!” Still, the joke didn’t ruin the way you felt and you almost had to stop yourself from crying; “Oh! Danny!” “Now it’s not much… But I wanted you to have something…” He slid the box towards you; “You can’t open it until I’m gone… though, ok?” “…You didn’t have to.” “I know. You made that clear. But I wanted to…” He smiled, and poured himself another glass. He looked around the restaurant. It was in a lull period, before the next sitting, and he was glad he’d get to sit with you for a little while longer, at least until you had finished.

When the restaurant started to get busy again, you knew he had to take his leave. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” “No. No… Baby, go do your job…” He stood and rounded the table to kiss you again. It didn’t last nearly long enough; “I promise not to make you wait too long…” But you didn’t mind. You could at least watch him working. “Thank you, for coming here!” “I love coming here!” “I know but… I wish I could have taken you out…” “You’ll get the chance.” You winked “I get to see the guys too…” “True…” He smiled “…See you later. And honestly… Go… Don’t sit here on my account!” Although, he knew you’d wait there forever if you had to. On his way back to the kitchen he was stopped by another long-term patron. You loved to see Danny laughing, but as he did so he nodded and looked across to you. You couldn’t help but smile until it hurt. This was what you wanted. You wanted them to realise what he had. The man Danny Rayburn really was. And that look of adoration on his face, that was for you… And it wasn’t the only time he was stopped...

* “How you doing? Can I get you anything else? Another drink…? Coffee?” Javier came over to clear away the plates; “Was it good?” “Incredible.” “I told you he was excited…” “I’ll uh... Take you up on coffee, Javi, that would be great. Put in a shot of Bailey’s too.” “Well, that sounds like an idea…” “Oh. And, the check.” “The check-!? Danny will NOT let you pay.” Javier looked taken aback by the very idea. “Javi, He can’t do that again. Let me.” “…Amorcita… I don’t know… Half this stuff was off menu I don’t know if I can…” “Just do your best… Please… Let me pay.” He still seemed hesitant “Look. If I drink any more… Those can go on the house, just… Let me pay. Let me pay all of you, too, with all the hard work you guys do? You deserve it.” “Okay… But this was all your idea…” “Thank you…” You handed him your card and he went off to get your coffee too. When he came back you had pulled the box closer to you; “Here you are… And your coffee… Call me if you need anything else…” “I won’t hesitate… Thank you Javi…” You scribbled out your signature and pulled delicately at the silver ribbon until it unravelled. You were curious… It wasn’t anything so cliché as chocolates or flowers by the size of the box… What would Danny break your one rule in favour of? You lifted the lid gently and had to smile, touching your hand to your chest. The fine gold chain winked in the gentle restaurant candle light as you lifted it delicately from the box, it ran smooth through your fingers as you studied it. Sitting on the end, however was the exact answer to your question. Small, plain, but with symbolism that could not be understated, was a delicate cursive initial. D, for Danny.

The next time the restaurant buzz died to quiet you realised how late it must be getting. As you looked up from your phone you witnessed Jason leave the kitchen. If Danny was letting his staff go, it must have been near the end of the night. Jase caught your eye and wandered over; “Y/N! Have you had a good evening.” “Letting Danny go for a couple of hours was very kind of you Jason… Yeah. I’ve had a great time… I guess it isn’t over yet!” “No, but, should be soon. The kitchen is winding down, Danny said he can take care of the dessert now. Which, for Danny is a big thing. You know he hates baking right? Says it’s all about Chemistry… but cooking… That’s about feel!” He rolled his eyes and you hated to laugh at the way he imitated Danny, but that was exactly something he would say “…Like he doesn’t know what Chemistry is. When he has you…!” He grinned, “I dunno. Anyway, if Danny can handle it, we’re almost done. He won’t keep you waiting much longer.” “How you spending the rest of your evening? You got someone special?” “Yeah, my girl’s pretty understanding. I’ll take her out properly tomorrow… But I’m sure there’s enough evening left to make something of it. Make sure you do to, when he’s finished, alright?” “I will. Now get on to your girl!” He smiled “See you soon Y/N!” He walked away, but then turned and call back down the restaurant “It looks good on you! By the way!” You realised he was talking about the necklace, and you looked down. Its length allowed it to be more visible the deeper the cut of whatever you were wearing. You guessed that was the point, people were more likely to stare at you if you were wearing something that showed your skin. So, it was best to show them that you were already taken. At least, that’s probably how Danny’s feelings went – you didn’t think he was so insecure. He just as likely wasn’t one to put up with another guy putting his eyes on you.

Your phone eventually buzzed and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the text; Are you at Dannys!? Maybe… 😉 Did you give me NUMBER to the waiter we had?! And If I did? C’mon. Amanda, you were so into him… I can’t believe you!! Have fun – you’re welcome! At that moment, you heard laughing and the kitchen doors swung open again to more staff leaving. Including Javi, now out of uniform, who interestingly had his phone in his hand. He waved to you, but Danny caught him; “OY! Who said anything about you leaving your tables aren’t all clear!” “What!? C’mon Danny! There’s one left!” “If all your tables aren’t done, you don’t go!” “But she’s…” Danny gave him a significant warning look, making Javi sigh and wander over to you. You nodded to his phone; “Anything I should be interested in.” He grinned “Yeah, matchmaking service… We’re heading out for drinks.” “Wow. You move fast! I thought she had a date.” “It clearly went well…” He gave a wink and then looked to the table. Every other table was neatly cleared and stacked, awaiting usage tomorrow. You were the only one left down this end of the restaurant “So, Danny won’t let me go unless my tables are clear… So… I guess I’m not drinking until you leave…” You got up slowly; “No, let me help you – don’t want you to miss a date I basically initiated…!” You smiled, content to help him carry things back to the kitchen, still chatting excitedly about his plans. Danny sighed; “She can have some of your pay check for that!” “Aw – c’mon! It’s clear now!” How many times was Danny going to threaten to take away his pay check this month?! “Yeah, alright! Off you go!” Danny turned to you; “Sit down Darlin’, at least I can watch you from here now…” He gave a wink as you sat yourself at the bar, Javi came back around and could not resist wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek; “Goodnight Amorcita!” Danny shook his head “…Don’t bother coming back tomorrow!” He yelled after Javi, who laughed “You don’t mean that! You love me really!” That had you and Danny laughing; “Good luck on your date! Let me know how it goes!” He waved to you “I will Y/N!” Turning back to Danny you realised the kitchen was now empty besides him. And the two tables left were finishing up their drinks and paying their tabs. Danny was essentially just clearing away; “Give me half an hour sweetheart and I’ll be done…” “What’s thirty minutes more?” You shrugged. You loved watching him work, you were a little disappointed you’d missed out. Still, watching him clear away meant you were one minute closer to having him in your arms again. *

Finally he waltzed out of his kitchen, bag over his shoulder. He didn’t come to you immediately, instead walking to the back of the restaurant, checking everything was clear and ready for tomorrow and flicking off lights as he made his way back to you. “OK… We can go…” He took your hand in his as he helped you off the bar stool and you wrapped your arm around his. He liked that. You could tell by his smile. Once outside it wasn’t as cold as you would think, even for February. He kept your hand in his as he locked the door; “So, you like it?” You noticed him look across to the necklace, now flashing in the streetlights. “Like it? Danny… I love it…” You got the feeling now it was on, you would never take it off. “Really?” He smiled; “Good… It looks better on you… I’m almost proud of myself. Bet you’re glad I broke that rule.” “…Yeah. This once…” He pocketed his keys, and walked you to your car. You felt alright for driving, thank goodness. You hadn’t had too much to drink and you had eaten enough. You were just about to pull your keys from your bag when he stopped. You weren’t paying attention, so you were pulled back by his arm. You were about to voice your question when he looked at you; sincerely. “Dance with me.” “…What?” “I didn’t get to take you out properly… Dance with me…” You looked around; here? In the middle of the restaurant parking lot? Was he serious? “Danny, there’s no music? Without music?” He shook his head “We don’t need music. You should know that.” When you still didn’t respond he sighed, letting you go he put his bag down, and held his hand out to you, taking up what you recognised to be an awkward version of a Waltz stance. You took a breath, and smiling, you put your hand in his. He placed his other hand gently on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Placing your other hand on his shoulder you laced your fingers together, and he began to sway you. “You’re crazy… you know that?” “And yet, you’re the one dancing with me…” He smiled, as you relaxed into his arms, resting your head against his chest as he continued to rock you. Bringing your hand in, he placed it against his heart; and you quickly realised that you were dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He kissed your hair, and then your forehead, brushing his cheek against yours to get just that little bit closer to you. The way he enveloped your body with his was protective; and you felt safer now than you had ever felt in anyone else’s arms. The only sound was the cars that occasionally drove passed on their way back from Valentine’s Dates of their own. You wondered how many passengers in them looked over and saw the two of you, moving in a circle under the yellow glow of the floodlit parking lot – and thought you were insane. But you couldn’t have cared less… You were lost in his motion, in the way he held you - as strong as it was delicate – his attempt to show you he would hold you forever but that he would never break you… Any part of you. And you knew that included your heart. You thought it was dangerous for him to make that promise; but you badly wanted it to be true. Your rhythm came to a gentle stop, but he continued to let you get lost in his embrace. Your fingers tangling themselves in the fabric of his shirt, telling Danny you wouldn’t let him go either… You looked up to him; and his blue eyes glowed in the wake of the lighting. He kissed your forehead, the bridge and tip of your nose and finally your lips. You wound your arms around his shoulders and let the kiss linger as long as he would allow. Full of further unspeakable promises. He broke it, finally and chuckled; “Let’s go home…”

* “UGH!” Danny collapsed on your couch. Now changed into a grey vest top and shorts he ran his hands over his face and through his hair; “That was HELL! Never let me do something like that again!!!” He tipped his head back, making you laugh; “Well. There’s always next year.” “Oh GOD! I’ve only just gone though this year! Remind me to take the day off!” “I wouldn’t let you do that to them!” He made a sound that was painful; “God. I need a drink…” “What a great idea… I like your train of thought…” You wandered over to one of your cupboards and pulled down a bottle and two tumblers. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity; “Is that… whisky? Girl, I like the way you think.” “… I think you’ll find Woodford Reserve brands itself as Kentucky Bourbon…” You looked across to him “Is it a two or three fingers type night?” He laughed; “Three, at LEAST!” You poured him a generous two and a half, and poured nothing more than a dribble for you. A night cap. That was all you wanted. You put the bottle away and handed him the glass. You loved the way Woodford tasted. It wasn’t sweet, it had a savoury quality but by God did it have a burn, it was that that made it your favourite. You took a sip, he studied his glass and then looked back to you; “What? No ice?!” You pointed to your fridge “You have legs!” He puffed his cheeks and narrowed his eyes but he clearly wasn’t about to get up; “Cheers…!” He swirled it before taking a sip, you watched the way he rolled the liquid over his tongue before swallowing, and the breath he let out as it burned; “Oh-! That is good!” You nodded your agreement as he sat back. Now he really allowed himself to study you, he already knew what you were wearing was gorgeous. The deep-V neckline, now complete with his very own initial. The split up the side showed your beautifully tanned legs, giving him just enough but leaving him wanting so much more… it hugged your figure well too. He hadn’t forgotten your little conversation back at his restaurant… Now he was just wondering if you would act on it, or not. “You are so, damn, beautiful…” His voice was quiet, and it edged on sinful promise. You took another sip and looked back to him, then wished you hadn’t at the look on his face. The look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound in your chest. “…Don’t look at me like that…” “Baby…” He shook his head, running is fingers over his lips in a way that sent shivers over your skin; “Why not…” “Because I…” You had to look away, look to your balcony, then to your wall…To anything but his eyes – you couldn’t hold that stare. You noted how deep the breaths you were taking were… Your stomach and your heart and your HEAD were all in agreement on this one. It was Valentine’s Day, why not act on this…? Eventually your eyes had to wander back to his. He was leaning back casually on your couch, and had you locked in his intense gaze. He tapped his finger against the side of the whisky glass that he was holding casually by the rim – he was waiting on you and you knew it. He read you too well, and Danny was always hard for you to resist…

You realised that you too were tapping your glass, but for a different reason; the nerves were building up inside of you… You somehow tore your gaze away from him again. And it fell to your glass; gripping it so tight your knuckles were white… If you were going to do this, then it was your house. And your rules. Decisively you tipped the glass back to finish it and set it down. Walking over to him, slow, confident, with purpose. You would make him wait for you… brushing your hair back you gave him a look to let him know that you were going to be in control here. He ran his eyes back up you again, and by the time they reached your eyes they were dark blue. You sank yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Locking your legs with his, your feet barely touched the floor as he was sat so far back. You ran your tongue over your lips and took his glass from him, taking one sip for yourself you placed it on the table beside you. He gave an almost defiant whine; you pulled him to you by his top; “My house… My rules…” He seemed to agree with this as you pulled him into a kiss; tasting like whisky that lingered on his tongue he ran his hands up your smooth thighs, hitching your dress just a little higher as you wound your arms around his shoulders to deepen the kiss…. You were now locked in a completely different form of dance…. He hummed gently in approval at the way you ground your hips into his. Continuing to run his fingers over every inch of skin he could get his hands on; he kept his voice low, almost a whisper as he kissed your neck; "You know, now would be a perfect time to start a playlist..." You almost laughed, digging your nails gently into his biceps; and catching his lips with your again; "That would just make it something else..." He squinted slightly; "Darlin'... We've always been about something else..." He ran his hands through your hair, kissing your beautifully tanned skin over and over "...That is why we work so well..." You accepted his kisses with kisses of your own, but he certainly wasn't affording you breathing space; and soon he had you breathless again. Not only that, but he had the situation back under his control. Kissing you wherever he wanted, he offered resistance and held you back from kissing him - that made you whine in discontent - which is exactly what he was looking for; by the smirk on his face. "...That's it baby girl..." His voice, seductive, was back to giving you that shiver; only this time it ran through him too... So he let you kiss him... running his hands back down your body they lingered for a second at the ties on your dress, before he thought better of it. You felt him shift under you, and then he swept you up. You gasped, leaving his lips and gripping his shoulders tight. He cleared his throat, as he began to walk you towards your bedroom; "Mmmh.... There isn't nearly enough room here to do everything I want to do to you tonight..." He let his husky whisper linger for a moment, with a sinful wink. Trouble was, whatever that promise was... You couldn't wait.

** You woke up without him, and you weren’t sure you liked that. Looking around for any signs of where he might be you were disappointed not to find any. Surely, he wouldn’t have gone off to work already? Considering how late it was last night!? And if he did, wouldn’t he have left a note? You hopped out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shorts of your own and wandered out into the corridor. You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you heard sounds emanating from your kitchen and echoing down to your bedroom. Guess it was finally time you took him up on breakfast… You shuffled down the hall and stood watching him for a minute. He was adsorbed in everything he was doing, moving from one thing to another – he hummed to himself. “Mornin’…” “Good morning Sunshine…” He turned to smile at you “…How are you?” You suppressed a yawn; “Good. Yeah… You’re making me breakfast?!” “Figured that you couldn’t say no to this…” He teased… but then made a face “Actually, I’m trying to make you breakfast… uh, note to Y/N… Please actually stock ingredients!” “Uh, note to Danny, you don’t live here. I will have in this house what I damn well like!” He shook his head “You’re lucky I can make what I’m making! Nothing in your cupboards constitutes a balanced meal, I’m shocked you’re still alive!” “…Well I usually spend all my time at work! When do I get the chance to eat here? Let alone cook.” “That’s no good for you either. And you have an extremely sweet tooth, I’m worried.” You shrugged “It doesn’t bother me!” “No clearly…” he opened another cupboard and lamented “…C’mon… You’re killing me here!” “Well, I didn’t ever expect my boyfriend to be a chef..!” “Well, your boyfriend thinks he needs to take you grocery shopping…” You leant on your counter with a smile; “So… Do it!” He turned to you “…OK… I will… If it gets you eating better, I will.” You shook your head at him, until he pointed to the breakfast bar; “Now sit! I’ll be done in a minute.” “Don’t you want me to help?” “No, Darlin’, this is for you. Sit.” He insisted. Finally you understood what Danny meant as he set everything out for you. Everything was simple, and most of it was leaning towards the sweet side of breakfast. You stared at the pancakes for a minute; “Are there sprinkles in the pancakes?” “Yeaaaah...” You scoffed; “Alright, international house of pancakes...” He narrowed his eyes at you and tapped you with his fork “I’m just trying to make things interesting! And with your limited amount of ingredients I worked with what I had...!” You pointed to the sauce “Syrup?” He looked like he was about to give up on you entirely “... Caramel. Easy to make butter, cream, sugar. Surprised you had those to be honest.” “Ah. You’re being very resourceful...” You clearly weren’t awake yet, pointing out to yourself that there was actually already a syrup bottle on the table. “God, please let me take you shopping...” “What today?” He hummed tilting his head one way and then the other “if that’s what you wanna do, Darlin’...” “I kinda don’t wanna do anything… But… I feel like you’re only gonna complain at me if we don’t…” He didn’t quite nod his agreement, but he took your hand in his and rested it on your knee “…If we do… Then at least I can cook for you more often.” “Are you really THAT worried?” “Yeah. I really am.” And you had to smile, because not only was he being sweet – he was also being serious.

What Danny really admired about you was the way you ate. As a chef that was important to him, and it was important you liked what he made you. But the way you thought about every bite you took impressed him. He couldn’t help but love you more as he watched you eat; “What?” “…You… You just… Amaze me, sometimes…” But he pointed to your plate with his fork “Just, less sugar. Next time. Please?” You got this innocent but defiant look on your face as you tilted your head “…Well, I can’t get ALL my sugar from you…” He laughed, and then leant towards you to brush sugar from your lips with his own. It was a good move, and was rewarded by you pulling his shirt to bring his body closer to yours. He deepened his kiss and all that did was threaten for you to take it back to the bedroom. You pulled away, savouring the taste of his lips on yours for just a moment longer; “Hmmm…” He agreed satisfied “I guess you’re right.”

*** Later that morning you found yourself on a short road-trip; because he was serious about taking you grocery shopping and apparently no other day would do. But now he was driving you, humming along to the radio. It was another nice day, and he had the windows down and his shades on. He looked hot, you had to admit, he was just something else and you were damn proud that he was sitting here beside you. You couldn’t resist texting Amanda, knowing you wanted all the gossip from her night with Javier. It wasn’t like they didn’t ask for every excruciating detail of every date Danny ever took you on. You always remained mysterious about it; Danny showed too much of himself to you and all of it was for you to keep. Not to tell anyone else. Did you wake up with a 10? I didn’t wake up with anybody Amanda! I’m shocked! What happened!? I’m taking it slow. How’s your 10? Well, he’s at least a 12. But yeah, I woke up with him 😉 Ugh. You are beyond lucky. I know. I knnnnow x You were laughing, which got Danny curious. “What?” he nudged your arm when you shook your head “What’s so funny!?” “Nothin’! I’m just…” you waved your hands “Complimenting my awesome boyfriend.” “OH!” He smirked; “IS he now!?” “Well he better damn well think he is too.” “He, uh, I guess he thinks he could be. I mean… He has you.” He let you take his hand in yours; “Well… He takes good care of me… Which is what matters. As he’s proving right now.” “Yeah well. Someone’s gotta do it!” He laughed “Of course I’m happy to do it…!” “Well anything to stop him complaining.” You could tell he was rolling his eyes behind his shades; “Eh….!! I’m not sure he’ll ever do that.” “Shame…” You shook your head “I love him anyway…” “He wants you to know…” he laced your fingers together and looked across to you “He loves you too.”

* You were both tangled up together on your balcony in the late afternoon sun, having the best of lazy days. Your head against his chest as he stroked his hand absentmindedly through your hair… You knew you could stay like this forever… Hell, maybe after your next move you would get that wish. “Danny…” “Hmm?” He blew out smoke in answer, taking another drag of his cigarette as you shuffled around, producing a box tied up in blue ribbon. “I’m actually kinda glad you broke your promise, Because… Now I get to give you this…” He shook his head, “You didn’t have to get ME anything…” Although his eyes flicked to the necklace you were still wearing proudly… He rested his cigarette in the ash tray and took the box from you, “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “…Seriously you didn’t have to.” “I wanted to, too. Anyway, this one is important…” He looked to the box, pulling the blue ribbon slowly he met your eyes again. Would this be as important to you as that necklace was to him? he wondered. You sighed; “Danny! Just open the damn thing the suspense is killing me!” He gave it his full attention as he lifted the lid gently. Then looked a little confused as he was presented with a set of keys; “Are these… The keys to your apartment…?” He lifted them from the box and studied them with careful interest. “…You’re giving me the keys to your apartment?” “No…” You were careful with your choice of words, “Well. No, yeah that’s what they are, but that’s not what I’m asking.” He turned his attention to you out of curiosity… You took a deep breath. Only your parents had keys to this apartment besides you. But, you’d already made up your mind on this one. Danny wasn’t just someone you were seeing, he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. And it wasn’t Valentine’s Day, or whisky or heck even sugar talking. This was pure and simple; it was the way you felt and you had to let him know it. You looked at him with nothing but adoration; “Danny… I’m asking, please, and in the most real… honest, wholehearted way I can… For you to move in with me.”

@stcphstrange - Protect this one with your life! It’s been through a lot!!

#Danny Rayburn #Danny Rayburn x Reader #Bloodline #Ben Mendelsohn #danny rayburn x you #Linzi Writes #Linzi Queues Things #Sway #5 #Liliana #Valentines Fic!

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nikki-on-edge · 6 years

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Masterlist!

The list of all my arts, fanarts and stories from Undertale, Detroit Become Human, The Arcana Game, Pokémon, BNHA and other fandoms! (It will be updated regularly!) Enjoy~ :3 P.S. It looks much, much better on computer than via mobile, promise!

⭐ Detroit Become Human⭐

> I know, Connor… (Comic based on post)

> ENGLISH. (Comic based on post)

> “Were you going somewhere, detective Reed?…” (Reed900 / angst)

> Renegade. (Reed900 / inspired by song)

> “That’s cheating, detective!” (Reed900 / pocky comic)

> Sketches!

> „In Thirium I Should Hate You” (Fanart for @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction / Reed900)

> Detroit OCs - Fanarts! (Gift for @selfships-in-spanish~)

⭐ Detroit: Red Lion⭐

> DRL (Main post about my story!)

> 300+ HITS!

> DRL: Monster!AU (Alternative universe / fantasy!)

> DRL: N@m3_04_sU6jecTs (Meaning of the names / posters with the main characters)

> DRL: Break time~ (Gavin Reed x OC)

> DRL: Rain. (Gavin Reed x OC)

> You’re fired! (Gavin Reed x OC / comic)

> Daddy~ (Gavin Reed x OC / comic)

> DRL: Valentine’s Day! (Gavin Reed x OC / Richard)

> DRL - 1st Anniversary!

⭐The Arcana Game⭐

> The Arcana Game - Sisters in crime! (Main post about MCs/OCs)

> The Arcana Game - Your past… (Comic/Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Elder sister… (Comic/OCs and Julian)

> The Arcana Game - Papa Bear and Little Pup (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Warmth (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Cloak~ (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Little Pup (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Her Shadow(s) (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Pepper (OC and her familiar)

> The Arcana Game - A tricky trick… (OC)

> The Arcana Game - Shake hands! (OC)

> The Arcana Game - Pirate lady~ (Julian x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Royal Family (Lucio x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Herbalist and her Beast (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Werewolves_AU! (Muriel x OC)

> Happy Birthday, Papa Bear! (Muriel x OC with Inanna)

> Happy Birthday, my little dove~ (Julian x OC/ B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver!)

> The Arcana Game - How’s the weather down there? (Julian x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Smexy~ (Julian and Muriel in glasses~)

> Count Lucio~ (B-day present for @saiyurimai!)

> The Arcana Game - Can You Feel The Love Tonight? (Julian x OC/ Muriel x OC/ Lucio x OC/ Asra x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Copper Coin (Nikki ans Bucky’s past / comic)

> Ask couple meme! (Muriel x OC / Julian x OC)

⭐ Pokémon ⭐

> Merry Christmas Everyone! (PokeTrainer and Corviknight)

> Pokemon SW/SH - Valentine’s Day! (Raihan x OC / Leon x OC)

> Pokemon SWSH - Their favourites~ (Raihan x OC / Leon x OC)

> Pokemon SWSH - Behind the scenes~ (Piers x OC)

⭐ Jujutsu Kaisen ⭐

> The Smell of You - PART ONE (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - PART TWO (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - PART THREE (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - (His) Cursed Twins (Fanarts for my story / Sukuna, Gojou and Reader)

> The Smell of You - Chapter 25 (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - 50K HITS BONUS! (Bonus for my story / Sukuna, Yuuji and Reader)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - TSOY - Hands! (Bonus for my story / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - (Un)Wanted Love (Bonus for my story / Sukuna and Yuuji / comic)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Pump it! (Yuuji and Sukuna)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - The Lion / The Tiger (Yuuji and Sukuna)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Their Eyes (Sukuna and Gojou)

> JJK & BAM - Crossover! (Sukuna and OC)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Two Galaxies! (Gojou Satoru x OC / Artrade)

⭐ BNHA - Boku no Hero Academia ⭐

> BNHA - Let’s dance, my little dove~ (Hawks x OC)

> BNHA - The Grumpy Cat (Katsuki Bakugou x OC)

> BNHA - Bird boy~ (Hawks/Keigo Takami)

> BNHA - Explosive boy! (Katsuki Bakugou)

> Happy Birthday Sai! (Kurogiri)

> BNHA - Starry night~ (Aizawa Shouta/Catzawa)

> BNHA - Tribe AU (Katsuki Bakugou x OC / Hawks x OC)

> BNHA - Tribe AU: First meeting~ (Katsuki Bakugou x OC / Hawks x OC)

> Happy Birthday, Precious! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / Shouta Aizawa / Hizashi Yamada / OC)

> BNHA - Villain_AU (Big Brother time!) (Chisaki Kai / Tomura Shigaraki / OC)

> BNHA - First meeting… (Chisaki Kai / Tomura Shigaraki / OC)

> BNHA - Lovefool (Chisaki Kai x OC)

> BNHA - Dog meat (Chisaki Kai x OC)

> BNHA - Aizawa Brothers (Shouta Aizawa and OC)

⭐BAM! – Beasts Among Monsters (Undertale AU)⭐

> BAM! – Beasts Among Monsters! (Main post about AU!)

> BAM! – Height table + faces

> BAM! OC (Reference sheet of my OC)

> BAM! Prologue (GOOD ENDING) (Comic)

> Scars (Posters with the main characters of BAM!AU)

> Drugs… (BAM! GoodEnding) (Comic)

> Dress~ (BAM!GoodEnding)

> Poke Buddies – BAM! Edition (Pokemon/Undertale Crossover!)

> Happy Valentine’s Day! (BAM!Edition!)

> Doomfanger~ (Gift for @saturnwonder)

> Night Out~ (Art-trade with @babypizzawonderland!)

> Big kitten time~ (A gift for @lina-lines!)

> BAM! - Nikki’s boys - Human Version!

> BAM! - Traditional Arts!

> BAM! - Prompts! (US!Papyrus / OC)

> BAM! - Come here, Kitten~ (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM! - Teddy bear~ (Fell Boys x OC)

> BAM! - Nicotine (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM - Kids!

> BAM! - Lullaby (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM! - Relax~ (UF!Grillby x OC)

> BAM - PokeGirls! (Bucky!OC and Nikki!OC with Pokemon)

> BAM - Boys (UF!Sans and SF!Papyrus)

> BAM! - You’re my honey~ (US!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM!Challenge (for @babypizzawonderland~)

> Happy Easter 2019! (UF!Sans x SF!Papyrus x OC / sketchy)

> So cold! (OC x OC / silly comic / joke)

⭐ Transparent pictures (Click me! / BAM!Edition) ⭐

> Innocency.

> Wrath.

> Poison.

⭐ Undertale Arts! ⭐

> Meow? :3 (Fanarts for @sanspar)

> Undertale 2nd Anniversary! (Fanart / GIF)

> Are you ok?!… (Comic with US!Bros)

> Berry funny… (US!Bros!)

> Kitty~ (UF!Bros x Pokemon Sun and Moon Crossover!)

> Undertale + Pokemon GO = Poketale GO?

> Vines - Underfell Edition!

> Valentine’s Special! (EdgeBerry and HoneyMustard!)

> Don’t be afraid… (Comic with Frisk and UF!Sans / inspired by „Maleficent”)

> Magic trick! (Comic with Frisk and UF!Papyrus / inspired by vine)

> Bad Blaster! (Genocide Funny Comic)

> Not fair… (Genocide Comic / my first art posted on Tumblr! :3)

> Merry Christmas! :D

> In traditional way~ (US! And UF! Bros)

> Undertale Fanarts/Comparison

⭐ Insane Expression Meme ⭐

> Insane Expression Meme - Step by step! (Set of GIFs!)

> You are safe now… (Us!Papyrus x OC)

> Despair (OC)

> I STILL LOVE YOU! (UF!Papyrus)

> Game over, sweetheart… (UF!Sans)

> MINE… (Yandere!Blue/US!Sans)

> LET.ME.IN! (Bendy from BATIM)

⭐ Fanarts for fanfictions/comics ⭐

> Ink Demon’s Game (Poster for @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction)

> Fell’s Heat - Fanarts! (For @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction!)

> Twins_AU! (For @saiyurimai‘s stories!)

>“It’s ok to be selfish…” (For @cocofinny’s “Panic Room!)

> Shattered - Fanarts! (Fanarts for @imjustalazycat’s comic)

> Six Skeletons One Maid – PART ONE

> Six Skeletons One Maid – PART TWO

> Six Skeletons One Maid – LAST PART

⭐ Others ⭐

> Good Boy || Bad Boy (Fanarts for JackSepticEye!)

> JImMMmYYyyyy… (Fanart for Markiplier!)

> Bird Patterns! (Photos from antistress colouring book!)

> MHS - Gold Rathian!

> Happy Birthday, Precious! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / Undertale x Naruto x OC Crossover!)

> Happy Birthday, honey! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / US!Papyrus)

> Happy Birthday, sweetheart~ (B-day present for @babypizzawonderland / UF!Sans)

> Happy Birthday, Sai! (B-day present for @saiyurimai! / Lucio from The Arcana Game)

> Sweet dreams are made of honey~ (My part of trade with @canadian-buckbeaver)

> Art raffle! (Edgeberry / Nightmare!Foxy / OC)

> Don’t trust me - Challenge! (Art with OC)

> FNAF4 – Fanart! (The bite of ‘87 / GIF)

> Puppers! (OCs)

> Just a massage… (Present for @canadian-buckbeaver / US!Papyrus x OC)

> Nikki’s Revenge! (US!papyrus x OC)

> Shipping~ (OC x OC / GIF)

> Community Day with Tyrranitar!

⭐ Inktober / Goretober ⭐

> Goretober 2017 (+16)

> Transparent Gore/Inktober 2018

> Inktober 2019 (OCs/ The Arcana Game)

⭐Art summary / Top posts⭐

> 2019 Summary of Art!

> 2018 Summary of Art!

> My 2019 Tumblr Top 10

> My 2018 Tumblr Top 10

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years

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Ivory Dress

For: @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo and a request from the lovely @beccabarba who requested this:

< I have an idea for Vday Bingo - 'Yayo' with Nick Amaro, if you'd like to write it? Use the lines "Put me onto your black motorcycle / Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do' / It only takes two hours to Nevada / I wear your sparkle..." Reader is dating Nick in his new LA life. He proposes and they decide to elope to Las Vegas to get married, on his new motorbike! They stay over after the wedding...if you want to write the wedding night too, or not?! 💕💘>

Hope you enjoy it my love x And this also follows on from the relationship that started in Holiday Bingo.

Bingo square: Yayo- Lana Del Ray.

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

Warnings: weddings, slight spank and smut. Protection wasn't spoke about, these two have been in a relationship for a while and now married so we will assume Protection is taken care off.

WC: 1643

Enjoy x

You moved out to LA after doing 2 years long distance. You had told Liv you were thinking about making the move to be closer to Nick and a couple of weeks later a position came up at Los Angeles SVU, you applied and got the job. Nick wanted you to move in with him, so he found a house that was half way between your work and his. You had been out there for 9 months loving life with Nick and with the kids when Nick proposed on a day trip to Laguna Beach and although you guys hadn’t picked a date, you both wanted something low key.

You had been walking down the street with your new partner Renee on Friday after questioning a victim for a case when you walked past a wedding dress shop seeing a dress in the window. You both looked at each other and smiled, you walked in tried it on, paid for it and brought it home. Nick wasn’t home when you got home so you showered putting the dress on again to make sure you had the same feelings you had when you were in the shop. You looked at yourself in the mirror at your Ivory fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do' smiling to yourself thinking about the day you would finally become Mrs Nick Amaro.

You had just settled down on the couch in shorts and tank top after you putting your dress in the spare room when you heard the reeve of Nick’s motorcycle coming around the corner and then stopping in your drive. You heard Nick come in closing the back door behind him taking his backpack off dropping it on the floor and sitting his black helmet on the table,

“Hey mi Amor. Missed you baby” Nick lent over the back of the couch peaking your lips.

“Hey babe. Missed you” You watched on biting your bottom lip as Nick took off his leather jacket and pants leaving him in his boxers and white undershirt.

Nick made his way around to sit next to you throwing an arm around you kissing your temple.

“How was your day?” you rested your hand on his thigh.

“It was good” he smiled at you “Glad’s it’s the weekend though so I can be with you” he cooed making you giggle “How was your day Hermosa?”

“Good, getting closer to cracking the case and” you cleared your throat “I found a dress”

Nick looked down at you with a big grin “The dress?” Nick raised an eye brow at you.

“Yes Nicolas the dress” you rolled your eyes.

“Guess we better pick a date”

“Or” you smiled over at him “Put me onto your black motorcycle, it only takes two hours to Nevada”

“You want to get married in Vegas? You would be happy with that?”

“As long as I wear your sparkle” you looked down at your engagement ring “and I’ am marrying you I don’t care where we get married”

“Will your dress fit in a back pack? You won’t need any other clothes while we are there” Nick cupped your cheek with a cheeky smirk leaning over to kiss you deeply “Just pack that black set that I like”

“Going to let me put on a show for you Daddy” you purred

“You can bet your life on it baby”

The next 24 hours was a blur. After you mentioned to Nick about going to Vegas to get married you both face-timed your families to make sure they were ok with it, promising them to take photos and letting your mum’s organise a big party to celebrate. While you packed the back packs with a few things, your wedding bands included, which Nick had brought when he got your engagement ring Nick rang ahead to book the honeymoon suite at the Bellagio and then jumped on line booking the little white chapel for the following afternoon.

Nick had tears in his eyes when you walked down the aisle to him in you ivory tea length 50’s style capped sleeved baby doll dress and navy shoes, red lips and hair pulled back in a low pony tail curled style and tears came to your eyes when you saw Nick in a black suit with a grey button down tucked in, his neck on show. You had a quick dinner in a restaurant down stairs of the hotel, you both not being able to keep your hands off each other,

“Your Mrs Amaro now, how does it feel?” Nick had his arm around your shoulders, his lips at your ear gripping your thigh through your dress.

“Amazing” you purred “But how about we take this upstairs so you can fuck me like Mrs Amaro”

Nick was sitting in the arm chair in your room his legs spread apart, shirt out, buttons undone hanging open showing off his under shirt, his shoes and socks gone, his eyes dark and grin wolfish. You stepped between his legs leaning down to rest your hands on his thighs, your face close to his,

“Excited to see what I have on under this baby” you purred scrapping your nails down his clothed thighs and Nick groaned.

You stood up toeing your heels off kicking them out of the way. You gave Nick a wink and turned around reaching behind you to your zipper pulling it down too its end. You let it slide off your shoulders letting it drop pooling around your feet. Nick groaned reaching down to rub himself over his zipper when he seen you in his favourite lace boob tube thong sets, but you had brought it in red without him knowing. You looked over your shoulder and you felt your aerosol soak through the thong smearing your thighs when you saw him with hooded eyes his belt and pants undone, his hand wrapped around his long hard length.

You stepped back out of your dress bending down to pick it up and you felt Nick’s hand landing on your ass cheek. Making your gasp biting your bottom lip and moaning before you stood up throwing your dress on the other arm chair.

“You didn’t tell me you got it in another colour Amor”

“It was surprise baby”

You walked between his legs again getting down on your knees, grabbing the waist of his pants and boxers tugging them down. Nick lifted his hips up so you could pull them off and you threw them to the side. Nick made quick work of ripping off his shirt and under shirt throwing them to rest with his pants. You reached behind you unclipping your bra letting it fall off your body and Nick licked his lips at your bare breast.

You looked up at him through your eye lashes with a small grin, wrapping one hand around his length to hold it still, leaning forward more pushing his cock between your breasts to rest in your cleavage. Nick grabbed onto the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. You moving your hand away from him, both your hands going to the sides on your tits pushing them together rising up on your knees and sinking back down, fucking Nick with them.

“Fu- Y/N” Nick groaned his head dropping back, mouth wide open thrusting up into your chest. You pushed your breast together more moving up and down on his cock and Nick made a noise somewhere between a chock and a moan “Baby I ‘am going to come-babe stop please” You pulled back falling on your hunches “Y/N, fuck that felt good” Nick tried to catch his breath “But I want to come in you”

Nick stood up reaching for you pulling you up into him, hooking his pointer fingers on the waits of your thong pushing it down and off. His lips on yours wasting no time deepening the kiss, one arm around your middle, the other going straight to your wet pussy, his fingers running through your wet as he backed you to the bed. You turned Nick around pushing him down on the bed on his back moving to straddle his middle,

“Mrs Amaro is feisty. I should have married you before now” Nick’s voice was deep and husky.

You grabbed Nick’s wrists in your hands, wrapping your fingers around them, pinning them above his head leaning down kissing down from Nick’s ear and along his neck. Nick moaned when you nipped on his sweet spot lifting your hips up to line yourself to him sinking down.

“But you love it don’t you babe” you rolled your hips over Nick and his eyes slammed shut, bucking up into you as you bounced on his length.

You could tell he was close, he was still so worked up from before. The room was filled with the smell of sex, slapping skin, loud moans and groans.

“Baby- I’am close” Nick grunted out thrusting up into you, his skin covered in sweat.

You let go of Nick’s wrists pushing yourself up resting your hands on either side of his belly button, Nick reached for one of your hips with one hand and found your clit with the other rolling it with his long pointer finger,

“Oh Nick” you moaned loud slamming yourself down on Nick, your head falling back as your coil snapped your release rushing through you at lighting speed.

Your orgasms was so intense that the way your inner walls gripped Nick was enough to push him over the edge into his own pure pleasure spilling deep inside you. Your hips rolls slowed as you came down from your high and you lent down kissing Nick deeply, his hands threading into your hair to pull you closer.

“I love you Y/N Amaro”

“I love you too Nick Amaro”

Tags: @witches-unruly-heart @teamsladsandgents @permanentlydizzy @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo @amorestevens

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro smut #nicolas amaro #law and order svu #SVU fanfiction #SVU FANDOM #svu fan #nbc svu #thatesqcrushvdaybingo

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