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[alacants]

user alacants I'm so happy you're back 🫶🏼 considering the news of the day, would you tell me more about Juanki/Moyav history? Is there something in particular to know? Thanksss

💕 thank you, it's been a VERY fun day to be back!! with the caveat that the first half of moya's career is before my era of fixation expertise, here are some notable moments in the history of moyarrero: 

1995: carlos moya debuts on tour and wins his first title in his fourth event.

french open 1998: moya wins his first and only major: "21, leading man handsome, and feeling invulnerable." meanwhile, juanki makes the junior final. this is unsurprisingly a popular narrative hook.

spring 1999: after making (and losing) the iw final moya becomes the first spanish world no. 1 in history. one week later, juanki makes his tour debut in casablanca.

barcelona 1999: in his second tour-level event, juanki gets a wildcard for barcelona and makes it to the third round, where he loses to moya 7-5 5-7 6-4.

fall 1999: moya withdraws from the us open with a back injury and only plays two more tournaments that year. he doesn't fully recover until early 2000. "though moya… regained his spot among the top players, he never quite recovered the aura or big-match confidence he possessed before his injury." meanwhile, juanki's just won his first tour title in his fifth event and is named atp newcomer of the year.

scottsdale 2000: juanki's first victory over moya, 6-1 7-6(7-5) in the second round, kicking off a string of 5 consecutive h2h wins. (trivia: juanki went on to lose the semifinal to leyton hewitt lol.)

barcelona 2000: juanki defeats moya in the semifinal 6-4 7-6(7-5) 6-2, before getting creamed 6-3 6-3 6-4 by marat in the final. (yes barcelona used to have bo5 finals!)

davis cup 2000 final: moya is semi-controversially left off the team. juanki, age 20, is included. we all know what happened next. moya was in the spectator stands when it did.

barcelona 2001 final: ferrero d. moya 4-6 7-5 6-3 3-6 7-5 in a four-hour match that's now considered one of the best conde de godo finals of all time. 

monte carlo 2002: ferrero d. moya 7-5 6-3 6-4. juanki is at the peak of his youthful twinky blond looks. (sorry. true tho.)

french open 2003: juanki wins his first and only major. does this sound familiar. meanwhile, moyarrero don't play each from late 2002 through early 2005.

davis cup 2003: moya is back on the davis cup team! spain have made the final!!! theyyyy do not win. in fact moya notches their only point as they get wrecked 3-1. juanki loses to hewitt AND philippoussis despite the fact that philippoussis tore his pectoral muscle mid-match.

2004: juanki freefall era! meanwhile moya is doing surprisingly fine for a guy who was supposed to be washed two years ago. interesting stat i just learned from wiki: moya was the only player on tour that year to win at least 20 matches on both clay and hard. (meanwhile-meanwhile, the jaws theme starts playing off the coast of mallorca.)

davis cup 2004: once again: we all know what happened here lol. a THRILLING MOMENT OF REDEMPTION for carlos moya, not… that… for juanki.

indian wells 2005: moya d. ferrero 6-3 6-4, this time kicking off a string of 4 victories over 2 years which is the only reason the h2h looks as balanced as it does.

2005-2006: carlos moya is having a very nice time on tour winning titles and hanging out with his friend and protege rafa nadal who talks about how great he is constantly :) juanki is. not. (reminder of the infamous quote "rafa did you admire any other players, like ferrero?" "no, just moya <3")

madrid 2007: their final tour match, a win for juanki. 

2010: moya retires with 20 titles and a 575-319 record.

2012: juanki retires with 16 titles and a 479–262 record. (iirc moya was at juanki's retirement ceremony but not vice versa, however i would have to check to confirm and i need to post this and go home.)

2014: moya has a brief and extremely ill-starred run captaining spain's davis cup team (taking over after alex corretja was more or less pushed out) and resigns after 9 months. with the captaincy open, juanki does everything but jump up and down shouting "me! me! pick me!" rfet instead picks gala leon. no one exactly covers themselves in glory responding to this. lmfao. 

2016: moya starts his coaching career with raonic.

2017: juanki starts his coaching career with zverev.

olympics 2024: what COULD have been their first real coach-level interaction via nadalcaraz doubles except juanki stayed home instead. hahaha.

davis cup 2024: rafafest 2k24 -> the great nadarrero reconciliation (?). we were all there and it was GREAT.

you can see the big gap circa 2014-2024 that mysteriously always seems to be present in my write-ups BUT i did just do a brief canvass of the literature and didn't turn up anything in particular so presumably it was just, like, the usual. moya's coaching rafa through a career twilight, juanki's training up his brand-new pokemon.

[losver07]

Hi hi hello :D

Congrats on the followers once again!

Could I please get a 🌅 moodboard and an 🎲 object? Thank you 🫶🏻

eyyy thanksss<333

oh you're 100% a laptop, looking full of stickers and stuff but meticulously organised on the inside

and here's your moodboard! these are kinda the vibes i get from you<3

[trulyyours-rune]

Hiii me again heheheg🤭

I was wondering if you could do bill with a boy best friend who’s innocent and quiet and bill flirts with him and makes dirty jokes

Or

Bill with an innocent beat friend and bill teases him about being a virgin and stuff and bill says he’ll take his virginity and just like smut

Thanksss 😬🤭

Have a good day/night

Hiii 🤭<3 I wasn't sure if I was actually gonna write one tonight since it's 2:39 in the morning, I had quite a few problems, a.k.a this guy tryna send me inappropriate pics and his friend likes me!? Two very strange and weird guys, and I got hooked to a game. Very addicting. BUT ANYWAY- I think I'll do the first one cause if you didn't know, I suck at smut.

Warnings: Dirty talk/jokes, flirting, short, language, mild blood, read what you're comfortable with, readers a virgin for once, Bill and reader are best friends.

Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

You and Bill have been best friends for years, people say you're like a triplet. You and Bill got quite comfortable with each other, now he's out saying inappropriate jokes and comments in general with no shame.

In general twins have quite some common interests and humor, so Tom and Bill say a lot of dirty jokes whenever they feel like it. Let alone being around you. You and Bill are usually stuck together while Tom goes out clubbing and 'living the dream'.

_________

You and Bill were laying down on the white couch, reading some magazines, looking at clothes, models, etc. His legs were over top of yours, T.V playing in the background, quite some comfortable silence until Bill broke the moment. "Y'know this magazine has some revealing clothes, wonder what you look like in the-" "Bill!" You smacked him in the face with your magazine. "Ow- what!?" He complained, you just rolled your eyes. "Y/n...Y/nnnnn...Y/N!" "What." "I'm hungry." He smiled like a dork, knowing he was being annoying. "Make yourself something to eat." "Ok." Bill opened your legs, you swear your gonna hit him x10 as hard. You forced you legs closed, Bill laughing and getting up from the couch.

He stretched, he could almost touch the ceiling with those boots. You stuffed your face into the magazine, trying to hide your shamefully flustered face. Bill was in the kitchen making God knows what, you quickly got tired of your magazine and chucked it across the couch, making it land and flipped on some random page. You sat up and leaned back, full attention on the T.V.

"Gah- fuck!" You heard from the kitchen. Wondering what was going on, you sat up and made your way to the kitchen. "You good Bill?" Bill was sucking on his finger, mumbling out "Cut my self by accident." "Lemme see." You took his hand, examining the small wound on his finger, wasn't bleeding much. "Can you kiss it better?" "In your dreams." "Always dream about it." "Fucks sake Bill." You sighed, "Stay here, gonna get a band-aid." You let go of his hand and made your way to the bathroom, was just down the hall and take a left.

You opened the bathroom door, and opening a cabinet above the toilet. You examined inside of it until you finally found a band-aid. You walked out and closed the door behind you, making your way to the kitchen again to meet the damsel in distress Bill. "Do I take off my pants now?" He looked at you, you just glared back. "Noted." He looked down. You grabbed his finger and wrapped the band-aid on it. "Now can you kiss it?" "I'll cut your finger off." "Bet." "Bill no." You said sternly, he pouted.

________

I know this was short but now it's 3:21 in the morning and I'm tired, and when I'm tired I get paranoid I didn't do the request right, probably cause I'm half asleep. But goodnight babes and get good sleep unlike me <3

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

top 5 reece characters excluding in9

thanksss for the ask (again again AGAIN)!!!

okk *cracks knuckles* let's do this

ds sean stone from chasing shadows <3 my beloved!!!!!!!!!!! such a wonderful character and i love how much depth reece gives to him!!

whitehead from a field in england!! character of all time tbh!

maureen from psychoville! part of this is cos u can tell he has SO much fun playing her!!!! she's also hilarious ofc lol

ben jones from bird island! he's just such a sweetie lol (also once again telling people to listen to this radio show!!! it's on yt, it's written by katy wix! it's rly funny!!)

geoff tipps from tlog... would've felt rude not to incl smth from tlog lol there are plenty of amazing characters he plays but idk... there's something Classic about geoff.. he's such a pathetic cunt but i love him lol

[jewishcissiekj]

ok, finished watching all 3 asajj tales of the underworld episodes. spoiler free overall review:

BAD. BAD BAD BAD REALLY FUCKING BAD. ooc and very illogical, Lyco (his name was revealed before it's not a spoiler) is the most annoying mf ever and I need him dead yesterday. very minor toxic yuri win. nothing asajj does makes sense. i hate it thanksss

REVIEW WITH SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

SPOILERS FOR TALES OF THE UNDERWORLD EPS 1-3:

it's not about asajj. it really isn't. it's about this irritating guy named Lyco and his sidekick- *looks at smudged handwriting on my palm* Massage Vents...? Latts Razzi is hot but that's as much positive I can say about the show. the animation is beautiful but every time Lyco and his sidekick are trying to hide they're very clearly in plain sight and it's such a nightmare because the least you could do was have them hide normally. but no they're awful at hiding apparently. there is no plot. asajj should have killed half the people she encountered and there's no real reason she didn't. the last episode could have been interesting if it was centered around asajj and unnamed speratist guy but instead it's another Lyco episode. did I mention that everyone is bad at what they're supposed to do in this show? because they are. Latts is running an awful heist, asajj can't fight the inquisitor alone to save her life and Lyco has to step in (this happens multiple times after the inquisitor fight), the path is wayyyy too public for that era, the empire can't see asajj ventress under its nose, Lyco has no idea who she is, etc. I said this in my reactions but Asajj fucked that milf from ep 1. the ending would have been so much better if Lyco got on that ship because Asajj is forever forced to let go and I think it should be her choice to hang on to something (and she didn't choose Lyco). Lyco honestly feels like he was meant to be a love interest but they decided to go with a kid character and changed very little. I hate Lyco a lot for many reasons. the extent of their relationship is *lyco does something jedi* asajj: no lyco you can't do that anymore. *lyco keeps doing it* *asajj looks at him thoughtfully* and no addressing of the fact that? asajj was a jedi for longer than Lyco was alive probably? once again it's not about asajj it's about Lyco. i don't want to dignify that opening scene with an analysis but that was the most asajj-centered it gets. and it's quinlan-centered. asajj's resurrection makes no sense and quinlan looked so so so ugly. ok that's all<3

[piko-piko-chan]

Okayyyy, I'm here to ask about Haikyuu. I'll ask the same questions, but change them just a tad bit.

What's your favorite ship? If you don't have one, favorite duo? Maybe trio?

If you were forced to become a manager for a team, which one would it be?

Of course, the classic question. Favorite character(s)? Top 5 if you don't have just one. (They're just loveable ya know.)

Subbed or dubbed? (If you've seen the anime.)

If dubbed, what's your favorite translation/joke? If you watched subbed, tell me your favorite joke/gag in general.

Favorite Haikyuu girl?

Favorite headcanon(s)?

Bonus: What's your favorite Haikyuu fandom joke???

Really curious! :0

OOOOO THANKSSS

1. Kuroken/Kagehina but I'm a multishipper so I love most of the ships

2. Definitely Fukurodani. I would love to memorize all of Bokuto's weaknesses. I like challenges

3. Hinata is my fav<3 I indentify with a bright ball of gremlin+sunshine energy. But also Goshiki, Kita and Fukunaga cuz I like obscure characters (And yes they are all oh so lovable)

4. I watched the anime like 10 times already. 5 of them were with polish subs, 2 times with english dub and the rest was English sub. I plan on watching it with Spanish sub too cuz I'm learning Spanish

5. For dub: "TIME'S OVER LOVEBIRDS" + "He's like a horny tornado •-•"

For general it's: The bathroom song + Tendou songs

6. KANOKA<3333 I kinda hate how she's just used as a "girl has a crush on a boy" but other than that she's just very fun to watch

7. For headcanons I have a lot!! Mainly for time-skip! Not including the ones that are because of my au: Kageyama is autistic, Hinata dated a lot in Brazil, Nishinoya is bi and

This meaning what it sounds like it means

8. Ushijima being very VERY clueless about anything other than volleyball. Even more than Hinata and Kageyama. It just fits him so much and I love the "looks scary, is soft"

Once again, thaaaankssss

[hendolish]

Hiii babes, if you still take fic requests could you please write a part 2 to that Mason X Declan story? Now that the names for the September camp squad are out and both Mase and Dec are there could you write something about them meeting again and Mase so badly regrets ending things with Declan now that he sees how Declan seems to be getting on well with Saka so much. And he starts thinking a bit delulu thinking that there's something between Saka and Dec when Saka has a gf and isn't even into Dec like that. Anyway he regrets it and goes back to Dec. At first Declan doesn't want to talk to Mase but in the end he does talk to him and they get together officially. Thanksss💗💗

[note- anon did correct themselves about mason not being at camp but i stuck with it to make it easier <3]

mason mount/declan rice | a sequel to on hold ♡

Mason’s an idiot.

He’s known this himself for a long time, of course, but he’s really a spectacular idiot in this case for pushing Dec away.

It hadn’t made things easier or lessened the pain of miles between them. Everything would make Mason think of him, of moments they’ve shared together or silly little inside jokes, his fingers itching to pick up his phone and call.

But then he’d remember what he did to Dec. What he’d said. And the crushing sensation would close in on him all over again.

Anyway.

That’s how he finds himself stuck at SGP, grasping brief glances of Dec whenever he can, darting his eyes away before the other can turn and catch him, feeling like he can never find the right words to say.

It doesn’t help that Dec seems to be getting along just fine with all the Arsenal lot now.

Mason watches them together as they wander onto the pitch, some of the last to leave the changing room, Dec whispering something in Bukayo’s ear that causes the both of them to burst into raucous laughter.

He stares down at his boots instead, digging the studs into the grass to make patterns before Steve’s calling them all over to start the drill. Luke had been talking to him but Mason couldn’t find the attention to listen, so he just laughs and agrees when the other looks over to him expectantly.

It probably wasn’t the right thing to do because it causes Luke to frown before asking, “You okay?”

But Mason can’t do anything but wave him off once Steve starts talking, pointing at cones and waving a set of bibs in the air.

Dec doesn’t look at him as Steve hands them out and Mason tries to tell his heart it’s not allowed to sink. Not when he’s the reason Dec is being off with him.

He chose this, now he has to live with the consequences.

They have to partner up for the drill and Mason allows himself to hope far too much by sneaking Dec another glance, but he’s already walking away with Bukayo, snickering at whatever the younger is telling him with that megawatt grin on his face that Mason loves.

Well. He loves it when Dec is directing it at him.

“C’mon.”

Luke says after a moment, tugging on his arm towards a free space, and Mason forces everything to the back of his mind and gets his head down because he has to.

Because this is England and it’s always meant so much to him and Dec. This is their time together, and Mason’ll be damned if he’s about to lose that too.

—

He can’t help glaring at breakfast.

Dec and Bukayo are stuck together like glue again, stealing food off of each other’s plates and laughing about it. Mason suddenly feels sick.

“You’ve got to let it go mate.”

Luke tells him once he follows his gaze. Mason had told him everything last night when bearing the weight on his own had become too much.

“Or you’ve got to actually talk to him,” Luke then supplements, shaking his head to himself as he tucks back into his beans, “Getting nowhere just starin’. You trying to read his mind or something?”

Mason wishes he could. Instead he’s busy racking his brain over whether he’s heard Bukayo talk about his girlfriend in the past couple of months. Did they break up?

“Hmm? Yeah. I mean— I know,” When Luke gives him a doubtful look Mason’s voice jumps an octave higher as he protests, “I know okay! I’m working on it. I just don’t think he wants to speak to me.”

Luke’s eyes shift sympathetically for a second as he tells him that of course he does. Mason stays quietly unsure of that.

He gets his chance later in the day.

Their rooms at SGP are practically next door to each other because they’ve always requested for them to be close and, as always, the England staff had listened and remembered.

It would be sweet of them in any other circumstance, but when he and Dec exit their rooms at almost the exact same time, locking eyes as their doors click shut behind them, Mason can’t help but curse them a little.

“Hey.”

He says, hating how awkward it sounds because things have never been, and should never be, awkward between them.

“Hey.”

Dec replies, but it lacks his usual gusto and Mason can already see his eyes flickering back towards his room.

“Do you—“

Mason tries to start, not even really knowing what he wants to say, but Dec cuts him off.

“Can we—,” He runs a hand through his hair then, a habit Mason knows all too well, before taking a steadying breath, “Can we not do this today?”

Mason nods because there’s nothing else for him to do, despite him being unsure as to what this is.

“Okay,” Dec says, although it sounds more like he’s talking to himself, “Good. Well… I forgot my, uh, yeah. So I’ll just…”

And with that the other quickly disappears back into his room, leaving Mason in hallway, unsure of how to feel.

—

Mason stays true to his word and doesn’t bother him the rest of the day. He knows he has no right to after everything he’s put the other man through.

But finds he simply can’t wait any longer when he wakes the next morning, too early to go downstairs but late enough not to bother going back to sleep, and soon finds himself stood in front of Dec’s door, hand poised to knock.

A million thoughts race through his brain in the seconds it takes Dec to answer, but they soon all slip away when he sees Dec standing there, in the t-shirt he’s seen him sleep in a million times. The t-shirt he’s tugged off him and helped him re-dress with in haste.

It’s soft to touch, Mason knows, and warm when pressed against Dec’s skin. Finally, he opens his mouth to speak.

“I’m so sorry,” He starts, and there’s really not a better opening to cover it all, “Dec, I’m— I can’t believe that I thought I could just—“

He cuts himself off there because he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. Not even if Dec had turned him away. He would’ve had every right to.

“Fuck,” He’s looking anywhere but at the other now, blinking rapidly, “I was such an idiot, I know that now. But I just… I couldn’t lose you, you know? I didn’t want to go through that, so I thought that maybe it would be better if I just— mmph.”

Dec stops him from going on with a bruising kiss.

Mason had known that he might ramble. That his explanation might not make any sense and he’d have to try a couple of times. But never did he think that Dec would get him to shut up by kissing him.

“You are a massive idiot,” Dec tells him after he pulls away, one hand still touching Mason’s cheek, “And it’s going to take a lot for you to make it up to me.“

“Whatever you want.”

He promises immediately, which launches a brightly amused grin onto Dec’s cheeks that Mason decides he never wants to see leave again.

“And can we stop being weird around each other now? I hate it.”

Dec adds, to which Mason easily agrees, and soon they’re lying on Dec’s bed together, side by side, and Mason’s reminding himself of the softness of Dec’s shirt again with a cautious hand.

“You’re still being weird.”

Dec declares then before taking Mason’s hand for him and placing it directly over his heart, feeling the steady thump of the rhythm there. When he glances back upwards, Dec’s watching him carefully.

“Yeah?” He asks, and all of a sudden Mason understands.

This thing between them is so much more than he could ever ask for and Dec… he wants it too and maybe always has. Mason feels like colourful fireworks are exploding in his chest, seeping into every crevice the past month has left behind.

“Yeah.”

He agrees breathily, as if speaking too loud may puncture the moment. Dec smiles across the bed at him before he’s pulling Mason back into his arms and slotting him against his chest like a puzzle piece.

Dec emits a loud, but content-sounding, sigh before he admits, “I bought you flowers and everything, you know. Was gonna be proper romantic.”

That makes Mason feels ten times worse, like a heavy weight has settled in his stomach, but Dec notices quickly and is soon peppering his face with kisses.

“Hey, it’s alright yeah? It worked out in the end. Everything always does with us.”

Mason can’t help but still feel bad.

“I ruined it though,” He says, taking Dec’s hand to squeeze and hold to his chest, “You were trying to be lovely and I just—“

Dec shushes him then, placing a kiss to his lips instead. It’s all in the past.

“I’ll buy you flowers again, yeah? And you can kiss me or hug me or do whatever you would’ve wanted to do back then.”

Mason looks over at him silently for a moment, taking in Dec’s soft gaze and the grounding reassurance in his words, wondering how on earth he’d gotten so lucky.

He closes the gap between them again then because he feels a sudden urge to make up for any time together they may’ve lost whilst he was busy being an idiot.

“Okay.”

Mason tells Dec through a giddy smile, heart soaring amongst the clouds.

I love you.

He thinks then, storing it away for another day.

♡

[celestie0]

i forgot to add it in my previous ask but i do like my men a bit goofy n silly n pathetic n bullyable 😞😞😞😞😞 no wonder im so very into kickoff gojo. once again, u have done such a good job with writing him💞💞💞

zuro anon

omg hehehe we r the same <3 like idk it has to be the perfect balance of pathetic n bullyable so that he knows i could put him in his place at anytime, but also he has to be a trad man n do shit for me like check my tire pressure n fuck me good at the end of a long day 🙏🏼💀

thanksss my love im glad you’re into kickoff gojo 😭 i feel like i need to make him more pathetic 😩🤣 i appreciate the compliments smsmsmmsm love uuu 🥺💕

[ijustliketickling]

HIHIHIHI!! GIFT ANON HERE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THE LOVELY ART, IT LITERALLY MADE MY DAY! YOU'RE SO FREAKING TALENTED, AND I ONCE AGAIN I JUST WANNA SAY THANKS FOR YOUR GIFTTTTT

THANKSSS :DDDD I am really glad you liked it :D I tried to do something more complicated than what I usually do, I was kinda scared things wouldn't work out, I'm happy they did :3

[blkkatsuki]

Hello! We're a super big fan of Simon Blackquill, and recently found out something you may like or find interesting for him? A couple days ago we came across personal experience with the condition vitiligo, and found out that sometimes it can cause hair on the body to go white? When a patch is located under where hair grows, that is!

At first we thought "Oh! This would be cool to apply to Blackquill! Cause of his white hair patch, and how usually pale he is!"

We talked about this with friends more and one of them (they also have vitiligo, they gave us even more on the subject, it was very nice...!) made reference to the 'reverse panda' scene from SoJ.

You draw Simon so lovely, so we wanted to share with you on the chance you liked it! 😊

Oh!! I've always liked the hc that Simon has vitiligo(or poliosis) esp considering it explains the white patch of hair better than him dying it in jail or something. Also ty!!!!nice 2 know yall like how i draw him^^

[sainz-leclerc]

hey<3 how are u? can we maybe get a part2 of being totos daughter? haha thanksss<333 i hope u are doing good<33 sending love<33

At your front door was a nervous Arthur , two flower bouquets in one hand , a scotch bottle in the other and a bag with a toy car.

Opening the door , you almost burst out with laughter at his full hands and flushed cheeks .

''Come in love'' you say , moving out of the doorway to let him in. Entering the living room , he pressed a quick kiss to your cheeks before taking off his shoes and walking towards the kitchen after you.

Inside the kitchen , Toto and Susie were moving around , getting dinner ready while Jack was colouring on one of his f1 colouring books.

''Good evening'' Arthur said politely. Spinning around , both your parents had a smile on their face. Even Jack , who was quite shy cracked a grin.

Susie moved to embrace Arthur , the monegasque giving her one of the bouquets ''Oh Arthur , these are lovely '' she smiled , going into another room to grab a vase.

Your boyfriend turned towards you , giving you the other bouquet before moving over to Jack. ''Hey buddy , gotcha something'' At that Jack peered up.

Opening the bag Arthur gave him , his eyes widened at the Ferrari toy car. Without a word , he hugged Arthur's leg before running into his room to add it to his collection.

Now in the room were only you , Arthur , and the big bad Wolff.

Straightening up , Arthur gave Toto the scotch bottle before shaking his hand '' Sir'' he greeted politely.

Toto eyed him , trying to intimidate the young driver before breaking out in a smile and patting him on the back.

''Relax Arthur , I won't eat you alive'' he joked making all three of you relax , the air instantly clearing ''Just want to see if you're right for my daughter , that's all. Now , why don't you two help see the dinner table yeah ?''

And he was right. Besides a few fatherly questions , Toto really was on his best behaviour , constantly cracking jokes and making the monegasque feel welcomed.

At the end of the night , all of you guided him out to the door.

Susie kissed his cheeks , once again thanking him for the flowers. Jack gave him a high five and a toothy smile and finally Toto.

He shook the boys hand , an easy smile on his face '' Congrats Arthur. You have my blessing to date my daughter'' he instantly went into father mode ''However , hurt her and I'll break every single bone in your body''

With that , everyone spread around the house , leaving you and your slightly scared boyfriend. Smiling at him , you kissed his lips , instantly bringing a smile to his face.

" good night my love''

'' good night cherie''

[bettathanyou]

Hi again!! Ik it's too soon but cedric ×reader fic where shes the shy castle librarian and cedric makes frequent unnecessary visits just to see her bcs she hardly ever goes out? And obv the royal family notices this and starts teasing tf out of cedric to the point he stops visiting her bcs hes a petty mf but she thinks she did something wrong so she visits him at his workshop one day and is all shy and boom! Confession!!!! Thanksss

Thank u sm for another ask!! It feels amazing to have people here in the year of our lord 2023 who still love Cedric.

I apologize for the ask being late, the night I was practically done with it my phone powered down and I made the mistake of not saving my drafts :')

Also your ideas are so gosh darn cute, please keep sending in asks when u can <3

I know this isn't explicitly part of the ask, but I wanted to include the library!reader's first ever introduction to Cedric bc the idea is stuck in my brain and I must write it out, lest my brain be consumed by rot.

Enjoy!!

Cedric x Shy! Librarian Reader~

"Oh, come on.... Please!" You begged, fingers barely touching the spine of the books you need. Against your better judgement, you stand on your tiptoes to give you an extra inch or so for your prize. Your fingertips made contact with the dusty leather binding of the book, and you let out a squeal of joy.

However, the dusty coating of the neglected book made it hard to maintain a decent grip. As you struggle, however, you almost don't notice the way the ladder begins to lean backwards.

With your heart catching into your throat, you rest your body weight firmly against the ladder again. You feel the ladder shake from the sudden movement, but it finally rests "securely" on the tall bookshelf.

Biting your lip out of frustration, you slump against the rickety ladder in a defeated groan.

How am I supposed to reorganize and archive these ancient tomes if I can't even reach them? You grumbled internally, your eyes gazing along the multiple shelves of books you need to work on.

"Well... I suppose I'll just have to find a longer, more stable ladder elsewhere." You sighed, beginning your descent. You get about a quarter of the way down when suddenly you hear a loud snap! as you rest your foot on the next step.

Letting out a silent scream, your grip tightens on the splintered wood before you lose your balance. Your breathing turns ragged, and your heart crashes against your ribcage in fright. You shakily take deep breaths, counting numbers in your head until you've calmed down a little.

After gaining a semblance of composure, you try to think of what to do. However, you quickly deduce that you have no other options; you have to make an effort to climb down.

Cursing to yourself, you attempt to place your foot onto the next step. You try to stretch your dangling leg towards the foothold, but your hip creaks in protest. Letting out another curse of frustration, you ignore the pain and just focus on where you're trying to reach.

In this futile effort, you once again don't notice the subtle way the ladder begins to slide from its place. You feel a shift in momentum as you feel the ladder begin to buckle underneath your body.

This time, you let out a strangled cry as you realize you're about to hit marble flooring from at least a few stories high. You close your eyes as you scream, fully prepared to accept whatever fate lies at the end of your fall.

"I've got you...!" A voice cried out from your right, and you feel a jolt as your body stops mid air. You feel an intense wave of vertigo hit you from the sudden change in momentum, but you manage to force your eyes open.

Below you, the ladder lies ruined in pieces. Your stomach churns as you realize that could've been your fate as well. You swallow hard, thanking your lucky starts someone rescued yo-

Wait.

Panic rushes through your veins again as you realize you're hovering mid air. You dart your head around anxiously looking for the source of your plight. With blurred vision, you see a person in dark purple clothing standing to your right.

Making eye contact, the person speaks again.

"A-a-are you okay? Ar-Are you hurt anywhere?!" The male voice called to you, anxiety racking his voice.

"I think I'm fine...! But, can you put me down, please?" You respond, eager to feel solid ground again.

"Right, o-of course!" The man replies, and with a wave of his hand you feel a force slowly making you descend until your feet touch the ground.

Whatever force that enveloped your body moments ago leaves, and so too does your composure. Your knees wobble, and as you take a step forward you tumble to the floor in shock. You let out a small noise of surprise, and suddenly tears are already falling from your eyes.

Your rescuer scrambles to your aid, slender gloved hands reaching out for you. You keep your eyes glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can take you to the royal infirmary, it's-"

"I'm fine."

You choke out, your voice coming off more harsh than you intended. You see the man shrink away from you in your peripheral vision, and you feel a pang of regret strike through your heart.

"I-I mean. Thank you, but I'm okay. I'm sorry, I was just... shaken up." Your voice wobbles as if to prove your point, and you pull your arms closer to your chest in shame. You wish you could just disappear in this very moment.

Tears rise again like the tide, but you will them not to fall. You bite your lip, your eyes tracing the marble pattern on the floor to ground yourself.

"Right, of course... My apologies." The man shuffled awkwardly in place, unsure of how to approach you. He didn't want to leave you alone until he was sure you were okay, but he wasn't sure if he was really helping by staying either.

His eyes shift nervously, landing on the heaping pile of splintered wood that once was a ladder. He turned, sighing in resignation as he muttered a spell to clean the mess and rearrange the fallen books.

You watch wordlessly as the sorcerer cleans up, and without thought you feel yourself springing to your feet. You rush to join his side, the blood rushing to your ears.

"Oh, you don't have to do that... It's my mess, after all!" You reassure the sorcerer, holding up your hand in protest.

"Oh, nonsense." The sorcerer waves you off, shaking his head. "If anything, this is the King's mess for leaving it neglected for so long." Rolling his eye, the man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"This old library was quite the mess long before you; and without a proper librarian, it'll only get worse."

The sorcerer sighed again, dusting off another book before putting it back into its proper resting place.

You smile at the man's care for the forgotten books, your heart melting just a touch. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to properly introduce yourself, you speak.

"Well, I sure hope it won't come to that. I have more than enough work on my hands already." You chuckle to yourself, bending down to grab the last book on the floor.

"Wait- what?" The man exclaimed as you rose with the book in your hand.

You turn to meet the sorcerer's widened eyes.

"I'm the new Royal Librarian. My name's (y/n)." You smile awkwardly, hugging the book to your chest. You watch Cedric's bright brown eyes swim with surprise, but a smile quickly blooms on his face.

"I'm Cedric; royal sorcerer of Enchancia. It's a pleasure to meet you, (y/n)." Cedric replies, dipping his head to bow respectfully towards you.

"The pleasure is mine, Cedric." You reply graciously, responding with a curtsy.

If we hadn't met today... I don't even want to think about what could've happened to me. You think somberly, your eyes softening as you took in Cedric bowing before you.

Silently, you thank your lucky stars for your chance meeting today; and a tiny seed of hope is sowed within that you'll meet again.

Cedric rises to meet your gaze, and you flash him a genuine smile.

Cedric pauses for a moment, taken aback; slowly, he returns the gesture with a shy smile of his own. It makes his whole face soften, and you feel something stir deep within.

As your smile fades, you take a moment to get a good look at the sorceror.

The last rays of the setting sun reach through the window nearby, casting Cedric in a heavenly rim light. His silvery bangs create a halo around him, with ebony hair neatly combed back. His skin was noticeably fair, with darkened eye bags to contrast against it. You can relate to many sleepless nights yourself, so you find it quite endearing.

His eyes were the color of mahogany, and with the sun peeking from his hair they shone like pools of liquid amber. His face was made up of all sharp edges and angles, but remembering that soft and sweet smile he gave made your skin feel like electricity.

You both soon realized you were staring for a second too long, so you clumsily looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

Cedric fidgets with his robe sleeve, his eyes shifting around the room. After a minute of you both regaining your composure, Cedric speaks.

"You know, you should talk to King Roland about the uh... Incident, today." Cedric scratches his neck awkwardly.

"I-I'm sure if we catch him now, he'll have new equipment for you by this time tomorrow!" Cedric exclaimed, his brows raised in delight.

"But we must be quick about it- once supper comes around he is very hard to find." Cedric mutters to himself, tapping his chin.

He turns his attention to you expectantly, waiting for an answer. His eyes held a conviction you didn't notice until now, and your heart melted just a tad at his thoughtfulness.

You look at the now darkening sky, realizing you do indeed need to be quick.

A part of you just wanted to crawl in bed and forget that today even happened, but you also knew if you didn't get it done now then you'd procrastinate on it until the problem got exponentially worse.

With your decision made, you nod to Cedric in agreement.

"Okay, let's not waste any more time." Your eyes lock onto Cedric's and he gives you a confident nod.

"I like the way you think, my dear. Follow me, if you please." Cedric purred, turning and walking briskly to the entrance doors. Your stomach did a flip from him calling you 'dear', but you couldn't process much before Cedric was already ten paces ahead.

You hurriedly follow along, thankful for his company so you wouldn't have to confront the King alone. You realize you should probably verbalize your gratitude.

"Thank you, Cedric, for joining me to speak with his Majesty. I honestly feel pretty nervous." You say in a small voice, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you.

"Don't worry- King Roland is very adamant about his people's safety. I can't see a reason he'd do nothing about your plight." Cedric replied, his voice confident and holding a tinge of pride for his King.

You feel a little more at ease, and continue walking with your unlikely friend.

You're time in Enchancia was already shaping up to be an interesting one.

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Time Skip Time!~

Let's set the stage <1 year after your initial meeting. I'll do a brief summary of the events that lead to your current day friendship.

After that fateful night, Cedric had made it a point to routinely visit you in the library to perform 'maintenance inspections' on the new ladders installed in the old library. At first, you really were convinced he was a concerned acquaintance- Cedric did witness you almost fall to your death, after all. So you thought some extra precautions weren't much to think about.

However, as the weeks went on, you started to notice Cedric lingering around more. As reading is part of his profession, once again you didn't want to jump to any conclusions- even though in your heart of hearts, you knew Cedric was mainly visiting the library to see you.

Regardless, you had no complaints.

You found out you enjoyed the company, and chatting about your favorite books with Cedric quickly became ingrained into your weekly routine.

Your chats about books slowly became more in depth exchanges, and Cedric's visits transformed into easygoing whole day hangouts; sometimes you two would talk for hours, and other times Cedric would silently assist in your work around the dilapidated library.

His presence was such a common occurrence, you would have castle staff or members of the royal family who would pop in ask if Cedric was with you.

Your eyes shift towards the clock behind you- Cedric should be here any minute. You pick up another book from the stack beside you, hurriedly scanning its contents so you can organize it properly.

You quickly realize in your hurried state this was the book Cedric first recommended to you. It was a fascinating read for sure, and it was shockingly easy to follow even though your magic knowledge was little to none at the time.

You sigh fondly, tucking the book away within arms reach. You try to reach for another book in the pile that needed organizing, but the giddiness of Cedric's arrival was making it hard for you to concentrate.

After a few fruitless attempts to push through, you quickly abandon your work in favor of rereading the book you previously tucked away.

You figure that you could get away with a quick chapter or two before Cedric arrives, so you lay back in your chair with a huff of contentment.

As the minutes tick on by, you realize you're almost on to chapter four, with Cedric nowhere in sight. You feel a seed of unease plant within you, but you give him the benefit of the doubt.

You manage to coax your concentration back to your book, but not without glancing up at the entrance hall every couple of paragraphs.

In the time it has taken you to finish chapter four, Cedric was still MIA.

This worries you. Cedric is an annoyingly punctual man who sticks to his plans very deliberately, unless an important matter comes up. Even so, he would at least stop by to let you know what was happening. Not once in knowing the sorcerer has he ever been this late before, in the already rare instances he was late at all.

You glance worriedly at the large oak doors that led to the outside, your brow creasing with your growing anxiety. Your eyes fall back onto your book, and suddenly the words on the pages all become blurry.

You blink rapidly to regain your focus, but you struggle to maintain it. You writhe uncomfortably in your seat as the worst possible outcomes start shuffling through your mind.

What if he had an accident with his potions? Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? The questions blazed through you like wildfire, and you feel yourself start to sweat.

Something isn't right, but admitting it felt even more terrifying. You shake your head, trying to block out more doubts about Cedric's safety.

Whatever has happened today, there must be a good explanation. You nodded your head in affirmation, ignoring your gut feeling of wrongness; surely, he would show up tomorrow and you would both laugh about it- whatever "it" was that was holding him up from seeing you.

Your decision to put your faith in Cedric was now made; now the next daunting task was to find something that would adequately distract you until tomorrow.

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Quick POV change to Cedric!

His hand rested on the door knob leading to your dusty sanctum, his stomach churning. Cedric sighs bitterly, the mere thought of one more person asking about (y/n) making his blood pressure rise.

That's exactly why he liked being around you in the first place; it was the few reprieves he had in this castle, no- his life, really. His job was always that of constant strain and humiliation, up until recently. He still wasn't quite used to the newfound respect and acknowledgement, so Cedric wanted nothing more than a place to hide when he was overwhelmed.

But instead of finding a mere hiding spot, he found true solace in your company. Hours felt like minutes, and he truly never felt like none of it was enough time with you.

Yet, it seems like everyone says the opposite- it's all he ever hears from anyyone who's in the same room with him. Even Sofia had started asking incessantly about you! That's when his breaking point was reached.

Cedric sighs in defeat, his head resting against the sturdy double doors to the library. The words Roland said yesterday flashed through his mind:

"C'mon Cedric, you need to tell her how you feel! At this rate everyone except her knows..." Roland laughs, clapping Cedric heartily on the back.

"Your Majesty... May I speak freely?" Cedric asks through gritted teeth, his tight smile feeling more like a grimace.

"Well of course, old friend. Although, I have an idea of what you might say." Roland chuckles, leaning onto the rail of Cedric's terrace.

Cedric huffed in frustration, trying to find out how to word "leave me the hell alone" in a less insulting way. He pinches the bridge of his nose in concentration, trying to regulate his emotions.

A beat of silence passes, then Cedric looks Roland square in the face.

"You manage this kingdom; not my... lo-love life." Cedric cringed as he forced himself to indirectly admit, out loud, his feelings for you; to King Roland, no less. His oldest friend and once greatest enemy.

Roland however, was eating up Cedric's struggle with expressing his feelings. A raised brow was Roland's only response, so Cedric continues.

"I don't need your kingly advice as much as you think I do. So, don't speak to me about (y/n). I will ignore you." Cedric finished in his most confident voice, shooting his friend daggers with his eyes.

"I see, then. Alright, from now on my lips are sealed!" Roland motions a lock and key at the corner of his mouth, and Cedric hums in approval. With the conversation now at a close, they turned back to the view from Cedric's tower.

They both stand in the sun in a moment of peace, both silently watching the sky in their own thoughts. Roland finally turns to Cedric, a peculiar look in his eye that Cedric can't nail down.

"Can I give you a word of advice- not as a king, but as a friend?" Roland asks quietly, the characteristic confidence he carried now replaced with hesitation.

Cedric stared at the ground as he weighed his answer, but eventually he nodded in agreement.

"In matters like these... Waiting for the right moment leads to you losing your chance at all."

Cedric feels his heart drop, and grips the ledge of his balcony until the metal digs through his thick leather gloves.

"I truly do believe you should go for it... I mean, you really have nothing to lose here!" Roland exclaims, a loud laugh leaving him.

Cedric turns to Roland with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Cedric asks defensively, crossing his robed arms around him.

Roland scoffs at the lanky sorcerer in a mix of shock and exasperation. His eyebrows shot up as he stared at Cedric, brow crinkling in disbelief.

"You're hopeless, that's what I meant." Roland shoots back, shaking his head with a weary sigh.

Cedric deflated at the comment, but had nothing to say in response because they both knew it was true.

Now, Cedric stands idly by as he battles within himself to not open your doors. His skin itches from the pent up anxious energy within him, and his mouth feels dry as ash.

"I promise, I'll be back within a week- Just enough time for this gossip to subside. Thankfully, rumors around here seem to change with the tide." Cedric murmurs to the door in front of him, wishing that he was talking to you instead.

A toxic mixture of dread and guilt swirls in his stomach, making him feel sick. He pries his hand from the door knob, slowly backing away from it.

With the last of his resolve, he sharply turns and dashes towards his tower. He already felt winded from the sudden change of pace, but feared that he would turn back if he didn't keep moving.

Finally after trudging up his staircase in exhaustion, Cedric flops on his mattress with a breathless sigh.

Running his hands through his hair in anguish, Cedric stares up at his ceiling in a daze.

"This is going to be the hellish week of my life." Cedric whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

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Back to your POV! Promise this is the last pov switch, I hope it wasn't too much!

A week went on since the last day you've seen Cedric. The anxiety had been consuming you from the inside out, and increasingly lost sleep was starting to make you a bit paranoid.

Whenever you left your library, your ears would prick up whenever you'd think you would hear his name. You'd crane your neck to catch the gossip of servants and royals alike, trying to not look too obvious.

You had deduced that nothing bad had happened to the sorcerer, and in fact it sounded like he was doing well. But strangely enough, you couldn't find him anywhere you'd look.

With a heavy sigh, you knew that to figure out what was going on, you'd have to be alot more direct than you'd like.

Showing up to Cedric's workshop was the very last plan on your long list of ideas, but this was the only option you had left.

You have gone to Cedric's workshop a couple times, but the idea of going up to his dwelling uninvited and confronting him made you feel viscerally ill. Even so, just waiting in that decrepit library doing nothing but waiting was already wearing thin on your mental and physical health.

Nearing the library's entrance doors, you reach for the knob. Suddenly, the door creaks open from the opposite side. Your heart leaps in your throat as you let out a strangled cry of surprise.

Stumbling backwards, all your mind can go to is the hope that it was Cedric.

However, the flash bright pink and purple satin quickly demolished your hope. The youngest princess of the royal line, Sofia, was staring just as flabbergasted as you from the outside.

The princess recovers first, bowing in apology for scaring you.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). I didn't know you were there... But it's nice to see you again!" Sophia said cheerily, flashing you a kind smile.

"Y-yes, you too, Princess." You stammer, quickly bowing in respect towards the young teen.

"How can I help you today?" You ask hesitantly, eager to get the princess out of your hair asap.

"Oh, well, I just needed a few books for my homework assignment." Sophia responds plainly, shrugging her shoulders casually.

You resist the urge to sigh in frustration, your focus going towards keeping your tone and facial muscles neutral.

"Are you sure you don't want to use the main library...? I'm afraid the books here are fragile, and many are... Outdated." You glance back at the maelstrom of neglected books behind you in emphasis, hoping the princess will take the hint.

"Oh, that's okay! That's exactly what I'm looking for, actually." Sophia responds sweetly, making her way into the library.

Her heels click softly against the marble flooring, her brightly colored dress giving the dreary place a touch of life.

Seeing her standing there suddenly gives you an idea. Before the princess can wander any further, you call out her name.

"Princess Sophia! Can you help me with what I'm looking for?" You gush quickly, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

Sophia looks at you puzzled, but agrees with a quick "mmm hm!".

"Do you know where Cedric is right now?" You ask tentatively, your body breaking out into a sweat.

"Oh! I just left Cedric's workshop. He should still be there." Sophia stated, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"He even recommended I come see you for the books I'm looking for!" Sophia replies with a cheeky grin, her eyes bright.

"I... I see. Thank you, Princess Sophia. I'll be back shortly after I speak with him." You turn your back before you can hear her reply, bursting through the heavy doors and out into the hallway.

You stand there, processing the information just gleaned from Sophia. If Cedric wasn't hurt, wasn't busy, wasn't away from the castle on an assignment, then there was only one possible reason for his absence.

You.

Your stomach does flips as the realization crashes down on you. Before losing your nerve, your body begins moving of its own volition towards Cedric's tower.

Ascending the staircase leading up to his door, each step brought you closer to a full blown panic attack. You stop to catch your breath, leaning your body against the cool stone wall beside you.

After collecting yourself as meagerly as you could, you stand in front of Cedric's door. With a gulp, you timidly knock on his door.

A few moments pass before you hear familiar foot falls from the other side. Filled with trepidation, you stare at your feet as you hear the door open.

You glance up at widened amber eyes, Cedric standing completely slack jawed at your presence. In any other scenario you would have found it cute, but now it just confirmed your earlier suspicion.

"Hi," you begin, awkwardly waving at Cedric. "It's been a while, yeah?"

Cedric sputters out something in response, but it's so jumbled you aren't sure exactly what was said. You look on in confusion, your heart cracking at a dangerous pace.

"(y/n)... I... I didn't expect to see you." Cedric finally responded, his entire body tense.

"Yes, I did come by unannounced. But I was worried about you- you've been gone for a week." You say bitterly, your fists clenched tightly at your sides.

Your eyes bore into Cedric's for answers, but he shies away with a shameful look written all over his face.

"I know. If you'd like to ah- come in, I can explain everything." Cedric offers, his eyes meeting yours again; this time, there was a desperate pleading look in them that simultaneously made you cave and scared the hell out of you.

With a silent nod, you enter his workshop. The place hasn't changed the last time since you visited, and you sigh in relief at the one familiar sight.

"Would you like some tea? I had-" Cedric gets cut off harshly by your words, shaking your head violently.

"No, Cedric. Just answers, please." You say curtly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Right." Cedric slumped, fidgeting with his robe sleeves. You knew that meant he was nervous, but you still kept your guard up for whatever he had to tell you.

"Have you been hearing what anyone has been... Saying lately, about us?" Cedric asks you meekly, his eyes shifty.

"What?" You ask in confusion, the question throwing you off.

"Has anyone been alluding to.. you know..." Cedric gestures his hand towards you, a shade of red overtaking his ears. You feel butterflies flutter in your gut, but you felt too nervous to confirm if you were correct as to what he was alluding to.

You both stand in suffocating silence, your own skin starting to match Cedric's reddened ears.

Cedric coughs, breaking the tension in the room.

"Well, there's been people constantly asking me about you- I mean, us, I suppose." Cedric choked out a self conscious laugh, wringing his hands together.

Everyone has been talking for weeks about if we're... courting." Cedric squeaked out, almost wincing as he said it. "Or when we will be, is more accurate I guess." He added quickly, his voice small.

"I don't understand why that's relevant for why you disappeared on me." You say flatly, your eyes catching his.

You both stare at each other for a moment; you weren't even sure there was a word to describe what you were feeling; and you knew of many. Cedric had an equally complicated look etched on his face, and he sighs while running a hand through his silver bangs.

"I... It's-" Cedric huffs again, turning away from you as you see him rub his eyes in frustration.

Seeing Cedric turn away from you so easily triggered something within you. The long week of being worried, angry, heartbroken, sleep deprived over a man who just seemed to fall off the face of the earth on a whim made you feel like you were spiraling fast into the abyss.

At this rate, your heart that was barely keeping it together now feels like it's being cruelly ripped apart from the seams. A flash of icy pinpricks makes your whole body shiver, and without thinking your voice cuts through the room.

"Is the idea of it that shameful to you? That you can't even look at me?" Your voice breaks, mirroring the brokenness of your heart within you. As the words leave your mouth, you instantly regret them; but even so, you felt like you were compelled to have an answer.

"What..? No!" Cedric whips back towards you, bridging the gap between you in an instant. You go to step away, but Cedric nimbly caught your arms and squeezed them tightly in his hands.

What once only seemed like a dream to be held like this by Cedric, now felt like a nightmare. A lump quickly forms in your throat from the contact, making you go mute. Your eyes are fixed to the floor, and you feel physically unable to look at Cedric anymore.

"(y/n), please don't ever think that to be the truth. I promise you, it couldn't be more opposite...!" Cedric pleads with you, his own voice wavering.

You shake your head in protest, your throat still closed off from speaking. Your eyes started to sting, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek to distract you from the tears forming in the back of your eyes.

Cedric begins to panic as he realizes you are about to shut down completely. He knew that whatever he said next, would determine whether or not any semblance of your relationship could be saved from his stupidity.

"I know what I did was wrong- I'll never deny that. I was stupid, and arrogant, and careless. My ego has always been my biggest flaw, and it seems I never quite learn my lesson when it comes down to it." Cedric spoke swiftly, fighting to keep his voice steady.

You swallowed hard, but still said nothing. You exhale a shaky breath, and against your frozen bodily state you will your eyes to slowly meet Cedric's.

They were slightly bloodshot now, his pupils blown out to max capacity.

"I promise you, (y/n), I have no shame about how much I love you." Cedric proclaimed breathlessly, his breathing ragged. Yet, his tone was clear and steady, and in his eyes you found nothing but truth and a blazing conviction that set you on fire.

The lump in your throat finally began to dissolve, and with a croaky voice you respond.

"Then why did you leave?" You murmured quietly, your hands bunching up in the plum color silk of Cedric's robe.

Cedric lets out a painful sigh. "I suppose in everyone else's mind, they were just trying to help me. But it began to feel like everyone was just turning my feelings for you into a joke. I couldn't leave my workshop without servants giggling under their breath, or the royals trying to ask me questions about you to add fuel to the rumors." Cedric scowled, his face pinched in anger.

You go to open your mouth to speak, but Cedric continues on.

"At first, I did try to ignore it. But it was like no matter who I turned to, they'd inevitably bring it up. It felt like I was being watched, constantly; and I didn't want me, or especially you, to be anyone's spectacle." Cedric's eyes lock with yours, silently begging for your understanding. You could feel his body trembling from underneath his robe, and his usually slouched posture seemed even more tightly bound.

You feel the remnants of your anger leave you, now replaced with empathy for the man in front of you. Your hands gently release from their grip on his sleeves, and Cedric follows your movement. You see his eyes begin to fill with panic, so you rush to take his hands into yours.

His fingers felt clammy and ice cold to the touch; regardless, you squeeze his hands tightly to share your warmth. His eyes search your face in confusion, but a flicker of hope brings the light back to his amber orbs.

"I don't know if I can forgive you just yet," you begin, shooting Cedric an almost apologetic look.

"I'm surprised that the option is still on the table..." Cedric mutters darkly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'd... Rather process everything first, before we would make our courtship official." You say slowly, a small smile blooming across your cheeks.

Cedric stops, his breath catching in his throat. A choked sound escapes him, a broken smile of his own pushing through the disbelief on his face.

"...Are you sure?" Cedric finally asks, his face full of worry.

"I've been sure for about a year now, yes." You reply with a smirk, giving Cedric a knowing look.

"I... I feel so undeserving of your grace. It doesn't feel like it should be this easy." Cedric confesses, his expression heavy with shame and fear as the realization settled in that you returned his feelings.

"Well... It won't be. Not any relationship is. But if this is going to work, you need to tell me when things are bothering you. Not avoid me on a whim." You say sternly, catching Cedric's chin to make him look at you fully.

"Ye-yes, of course. Consider that lesson learned." Cedric chuckled dryly, looking down at you with the softest, most loving look you've ever seen.

You now become acutely aware of how close you both are, and you quickly retract your hand from Cedric's face. Blush was already creeping up from your neck and onto your cheeks, and your whole body felt hot.

"Even so," Cedric spoke, his fingers gently cupping your blazing hot cheek, "I know I need to make this up to you. What do you need me to do?" Cedric's thumb skimmed the surface of your cheekbones, his voice soft but full of eagerness.

You stare up at Cedric dumbfounded for a moment, your brain fried from the intimate contact.

"W-Well, for starters... Never do that again." You blurt out, laughing despite yourself. Cedric pauses for a second, then joins in your laughter. You lean into him closer as you laugh, your arm snaking around his lower back.

"Noted. Definitely noted." Cedric nods, still chuckling.

"And..." You trail off, wracking your brain for more.

"I want us to talk to the King and Queen; they should know that we'll be official. It seems like that's what they've been wanting to hear." You muse, bittersweet feelings arising from your core.

"Yes- I'm sure they'd be delighted." Cedric said wryly, and you giggled in response.

"Ah, but- I think it's also important they know the impact those rumors had, as well. We should tell them what happened." You say somberly, looking to Cedric for approval.

You see hesitation in his eyes, but to your surprise he agrees.

"Yes, I'll tell them what I should've said at the start; Fuck. Off." Cedric enunciated, his eyes glowing with that mischievous look you've come to adore.

You burst out in full laughter this time, and Cedric flashes you a big smile. As you slowly regain your composure, you lay your head affectionately against Cedric's chest.

You feel lanky arms pull you in tighter, Cedric's hands resting perfectly between your shoulder blades and the small of your back.

You return the embrace with gusto, squeezing Cedric's lithe body flush against your own. You inhale his scent, a mix of soap and dried herbs coupled with the musk of old books.

Cedric dipped his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as well. His breath is warm and light on your skin, and his face rests neatly into the grooves of your body. It was like you both were custom made to fit together perfectly, and it felt like bliss to finally be this close.

"I had only dreamed of this, you know. I never thought that this could be real." Cedric whispers, his lips grazing your neck as he speaks.

"I'm having a hard time believing it myself." You whisper into his chest, your pulse speeding.

"Maybe we should pinch each other, just to make sure?" Cedric pulls away from you, a cheesy grin on his face.

You snicker, but freeze as an even better idea pops in your head.

You try to contain your coy smile, but it was poorly masked. Cedric catches on, giving you a slightly confused grin in response.

"What if we kissed instead?" You squeezed out, almost wincing from the suggestion being said out loud.

Cedric's eyes became saucers, and his red tinted cheeks were almost crimson. The poor man almost looked like he was going to pass out in front of you.

"Ah- I was just kidding, Cedric. We don't hav-" Your sentence was then cut short off by a pair of lips connecting to yours.

You stood frozen for a second, unable to process what was happening. Cedric's hand came up to cradle your face, holding your cheek as if it was the most delicate crystal that could shatter at any moment. His lips were somehow even more gentle, barely brushing against your own.

You feel your body pull towards Cedric, your lips now fully enmeshed together. Cedric's hand trembled against you, and you brought your hand up to still his own. Your thumbs brush against his gloved knuckles, trying to provide him a sense of ease.

Cedric made a low hum in this throat, his face turning to capture more of you. His hunger in turn fed your own, until you both were left breathless. Your heart soared as the kiss lingered, your blood sending waves of fire and electricity throughout your body.

You eventually break apart, your breath uneven and heart skipping multiple beats.

You both look at each other at the same time, Cedric's half lidded lovesick gaze matching your own. A smile curls up from his now slightly bruised lips, and you give Cedric a bashful grin in return.

"Was that how a kiss was supposed to feel?" Cedric questioned in a daze, his voice low.

"Like magic?" You offered, your eyes crinkling as you smiled up at the sorcerer.

"No magic has ever made me feel like... That." Cedric scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head while smiling ear to ear.

"I'm afraid you're an entirely different force all together, my dear." Cedric purred, bringing your hand up to his lips. He gave your knuckles tender kisses, bangs falling into his eyes as he dips his head.

You swear you almost melt right on contact. Since when was Cedric so smooth??

"I'm glad you were there that day I fell from that ladder." You speak softly, your hand tingling from Cedric's kisses.

"Me too- I don't know if anyone else could've caught you in time. Then we never would have met." Cedric says with a bittersweet smile, his eyes lingering on you.

"I think I knew from that very first day we met that I'd fall in love with you." You confess, your cheeks burning like hot coals.

Cedric's entire face softens at your words, his eyes shining with love and adoration. A dopey grin grows on his face, and he starts to turn his head away from you in bashfulness.

You chuckle at his reaction, your hand covering part of your face in embarrassment as well.

You watch Cedric slowly gain back his composure, finally being able to face you again.

"Would you like to join me for dinner? I think we need to make up for some lost time." Cedric looks on at you hopefully, almost giving you puppy eyes to say yes.

"That sounds wonderful, Cedric." You purr, roping your arm together in his.

"Then it's a date!" Cedric whooped, twirling you around in excitement.

Cedric watched the joy unfold on your face, realizing his true goal in this life was to make sure that smile would always be there.

As you spun around Cedric's workshop, you feel more at home than you've ever been anywhere else.

This is it, you thought. This is where I'm meant to be.

[vioartemis]

hiiiiii my fav writer! hope ur doing well 🫶 and continue to slayyy the dayy!! I was the one who requested the Bridger!Reader and ive got two request for ya if thats alright (both Scream Tara Carpenter cuz i live laugh love jenna ortega)

the first one being angst about Riley!Reader (ik pretty basic it seems all fics are about a riley!reader) witnessing Dewey’s murder and like after that they become like really numb with no care wether they live or not. Everyone is concerned cuz they end up being pretty reckless and a literal hazard to society. I just angst sooo i dont really mind how you choose to end it im just in dire need of more heart renching angst!!

the 2nd request being about Reader and Tara being in a secret relationship where absolutely no one knows (it can be set in Scream 5 or 6 i dont have preferences) then of course the rest of Tara’s friends and sister find out and are like wtfffff. i also have no preference how it ends. maybe a bit fluffy to make up for the angst above 👆 im a sucker the secret relationship troppeee

anyways hope ur doing great, dont feel rushed to get this done or anything

thanksss luv!! ur once again the best!! 😘

Hiii <3 I'm doing okay ☺️ hope you're doing well too :))

I think I'll write the fluffy one first, considering the angst I just dropped with the Jenna fic lol, but dw the other one is coming too ;)) luv u <3

You can read it here :))

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

tagged by the lovely @kookaburrito <3 thanksss!

favourite colour: green & red

listening: if it counts i'm currently watching a danny gonzalez 2nd channel video lol... music wise i was listening to girls aloud's sound of the underground (BOP!) on repeat yesterday cos i heard it in a video so will probably listen to it again a few times once danny stops yapping lol

reading: still making my way thru reece's reading of robert aickman's short stories! also i WILL start reading the 3rd thursday murder club at some point this yr!!

craving: a life w/o crippling anxiety? always :( also craving the lemon sorbet my dad made the other day it was SOOOO bloody nice and it's SO hot and humid here so i could rly do w/ it lol...

coffee or tea: both but i prefer coffee!

sleeping: yes please lol

place to visit: ALL the places plz!!!! rn i rlyyyy wanna visit ireland (& northern ireland)! but no money and the stress of travelling is stopping me from going there sighh :/

idrk who has or hasnt been tagged so like... if u see this consider urself tagged lol??

[nathanbatemanfucker]

hello!!! me again!!!! can i get a hotch blurb (i dont remember the emoji oops absnnfndnmfmn) for either (whichever one you want, idk if you already gotten these sent in :3)

"[ DISCUSSION ]  for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together." or "[ WATCH ]  for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise." or "[ SIT ]  for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed,  keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still."

thanksss!!!

Tease

pairing: fem!reader x aaron hotchner

prompt: [ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together." and "[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise."

content: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, teasing, fingering

an: jesssss my absolute love, thanks for sending in a bunch of stuff. i tried, i hope you enjoy this blurb <333

word count: 582

join my celebration here! 🔥

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” Aaron asks as the two of you get ready for the day, you brushing your teeth, him washing his face.

“Hmm?” You hum, break out of your anxious thoughts, and finish brushing your teeth.

“You’re distracted. Are you okay?” He moves towards you, pulling you flush to him by your hips.

“I was just thinking.”

“I gathered that. What about?” He looks down at you, and you shift nervously under the intensity of his gaze. “Its alright, you know you can talk to me about anything?”

“I know I just…you know how we were talking about things that we wanted to do together?” He nods. “Well, I was thinking that I want you to tease me, like we talked about? If you’re still okay with it?” You ask softly, burying your face into his chest. You aren’t sure why you’re so embarrassed, your face warm and pulse racing.

You hear and feel the chuckle that rumbles in his chest before he cups your face, forcing you to look at him again, “Yes, I’m still okay with trying it.”

“Today?”

He bends down to kiss you, stopping just before his lips brush yours as he maintains eye contact. His voice is a whisper that tickles down your spine and makes your insides clench, “I can do that for you.”

The two of you go about your day, Aaron has the day off for once and Jack is at Hershey’s park with Haley and Jessica. After spending the day organizing and cleaning the apartment, the two of you end up on the couch watching a documentary on the Smithsonian while you wait for your takeout.

You hardly pay attention at first, thinking he’s just feeling cuddly. His hand runs up and down you arm before he gropes at your breast not once but twice. You push back into him as an invitation and his hand trails down your thigh, squeezing and kneading. After a few moments, his fingers are under your waist band teasing at your clit. He toys with you, just like you asked until you reach back and squeeze his thigh. He gets the message and sinks two of his fingers into you, pulling a moan from your throat.

“I can’t hear, sweetheart,” He slows his tempo, his voice cool and calm as if he’s not fingering you on the sofa.

You glance back at him, eyes wide as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. You nod in understanding and bite your lip trying to keep yourself quiet but just a few minutes later you let out an even louder moan.

“Hush, baby, I’m listening to the documentary.”

“Aaron,”

“I’ll stop if you keep it up,” His voice is soft but still laced with admonishment.

“No, no, I’ll be quiet,” You whine and you can feel his smile as he leans forward to kiss the back of your neck.

And you try your hardest to be, locking your fingers into the arm of the soft as he continues to thrust his fingers into you over and over. Your orgasm builds steadily and your breath catches in your throat as it washes over you, hips bucking against his hand as you clench around his fingers.

“Good girl, cumming so quietly for me,” He praises as he removes his fingers from you, placing them on your lips. You suck dutifully, tasting yourself before kissing the tip of his fingers.

“Do I get to tease you now?”

“Be my guest.”

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Failing Graces

Masterlist

Jason Todd x gn!reader

WC: 500

Warnings: talk of failure, anxiety

Request:

Hi!! Its me again!! I have a request!! It’s fine tho if you dont want to do it ^^

I request a scenario of Jason Todd with an s/o whos emotionaly strong most of the time BUT now they cant take their mind of the term “fail” ( i chose this bc its happening to me :P hahhaah usually it comes during exams…and im having an exam lawl, wish me luck!) Even if he tries to make them focus on something else it just doesnt work. They think abt it to much until at one point they cry thinking that they would just fail. (i cry bc of this most of the time lmaoo)

Yup, thats all! Hope you have a nice day and Take Care!! Thanksss <3@caffeineaddicted-noonie

Notes: HI! I’m so gald you gave me another request! And omg, can we be friends? I understand this so MUCH! And also, good luck on your upcoming exams!!

I changed the plot a bit, but I think it still works :)

Jason loved you for many reasons. There was something about you that made Jason weak in the knees and all giddy.

But, the number one thing he loved most about you, was your strength.

Your emotional strength to be specific.

He’s seen you endure a lot, but your emotional strength always impressed Jason.

He wished he had your strength, but he didn’t know he already did.

You are always there to share his burdens like he is ready to share yours.

That’s why Jason was in despair now.

He watches you as you break down crying, he sees the fight leave your eyes and you surrender yourself to pain.

Jason was stunned as you crumbled to the ground crying.

“I’M SUCH A FAILURE!” You scream through your tears.

That’s when Jason comes to his senses.

“Y/N!” He yells as drops to his knees and puts his arms around your frame and pulls you toward him.

“I’m such a failure!” You cry harder as you grip the back of Jason’s shirt and push yourself deeper into him.

“Y/N you are not a failure.” He says lowly. His hands start to stroke through your hair.

“But I am! I am!” You cry harder remembering your essay grade. The big, fat, red “F” in the corner made you sick.

“Just because you got one bad-”

You cut him off quickly, “No, you don’t understand! I failed! I'm going to fail again-”

Jason stopped your train of thought immediately, knowing exactly where you were going, “Y/N, listen to me!” He pulled you away from him so he could look into your eyes.

He was stressing internally, he wasn’t the greatest when it came to emotions, but he knew what failure felt like. He knows how you are feeling, he feels your pain, and has experienced it more than once.

“Y/N,” he rubs his thumb over your cheek to wipe away your tears, “listen to me.” He spoke softly.

“Your grades don’t define you, they aren’t even close to what defines you. What defines you, is your efforts, your actions, and your words.” He puts his hand with yours, he squeezes, making sure that you are in this moment with him, not going down the rabbit hole.

You sniffle as your tears slow down, welcoming Jason’s words.

“I know how you are feeling, scared, alone, angry at yourself, and feeling lost. I feel like that a lot, but,” he puts another hand on your cheek, “you helped me.”

You look up at him surprised, Jason smiles at you.

“Your words, actions, and comfort help me to understand that I’m not a failure, but that I was not ready for that next step.”

You smile to yourself, thankful for Jason’s heartfelt words.

“That’s what I’m saying Y/N, you were just not ready for that essay. You were spreading yourself so thin, that, that essay was what gave in your big plan of things. But, I promise you, that next essay, or anything else you do, you will ace.”

You hug Jason, he accepts.

“Thank you,” you sniffle again. Your forehead resting on his shoulder.

“Of course my love.”