#or maybe tonight but i think everyone prefers at normal hours

[thedelicatearcher]

finnick odair as snoopy part 2

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 7

WC: 1011 Masterpost

After the concussion, Danny started seeing Flash more. It was nice; it was actually really nice. It made Danny realize how alone he had been— how long he had been keeping to himself. When he could manage to be painfully honest with himself, Danny could admit that he had been isolating. He had turned down offers from coworkers and even a few neighbors to be social. It had just been too hard to fathom getting close to anyone when he was still hurting from the loss of Sam, Tucker, and, worst of all, Jazz.

Flash (the younger mostly, but even sometimes the older) didn’t really give him the chance to turn them down. Danny was sure that if he pushed that the heroes would have backed off, but Danny found that he really didn’t want to push them away. It was nice to have people who stopped to check in with him just to see how he was doing.

Questions from Flash the younger started out as post battle check-ups turned to ‘how was your day’s to whatever inane thing was running through the hero’s mind. And there was a lot that ran through the hero’s mind. (Danny tried not to dwell on the fact that he thought of that personality trait as adorable.)

“Dude, no,” Flash bemoaned, leaning against the van as Danny double checked his list that everyone on his team had fully reported in.

“I said what I said,” Danny insisted, head ducked to try and hide his smile. It was just too much fun (and too easy) to rile Flash up.

“No, I refuse to believe that you actually think Ghoulie Girls Two is better than the original game!” Flash said, gesturing wildly. As he spoke his words sped up until they were hard to follow. “The second game lost all of its soul! It was just fan service! Which, yeah, okay so One was fan service too, but it had heart! It had an actual story! Two’s story made no sense!”

“But it set up Three where the other OG creator was back on the project and Three was amazing,” Danny pointed out, tucking his tablet back in his kit.

“Okay, look.” Flash spread his hands. “I won’t argue that Three was amazing. Redeemed the series— pushed it ahead. Introduced Helena who is both amazing trans rep and just plain amazing. Lilly’s arc made me cry. All amazing. But Danny, my dude, you cannot say that because it set up Three that Two is better than One!”

Danny looked up at Flash, blinking innocently. “Well… maybe a little of it is just that I played Two first so it got me into the series… and, well, how much it offended you.”

“I— you troll!”

Laughing, Danny walked away to finish packing up with his coworkers. Being one of the early teams on the site was always hard, but it was rewarding work and Danny found he preferred it over the clean up jobs. They were lucky that there was no need for search and rescue that day; Danny would have felt compelled to stick around. As it was, Danny put out a call on his radio for his team to load up so they could head back. They would have a quick debrief, fill out their reports, restock their kits, and finally be able to head home.

Flash caught Danny before he could pile into the front seat of the van with a gentle hand on his elbow. When Danny turned to him, Flash backed off almost nervously.

“So, um, right. I had an idea? And I was wondering if I could pick you up at your place later tonight for it?” Flash asked in a blur of words.

It took Danny a moment to parse it all. “I— sure? Yeah, okay. I’m going to be a few hours though.”

“Really?” Flash asked, grinning widely. “Yeah! No prob! I’ll grab you at eight— no, nine. Bring a jacket! Bye!”

Danny was left blinking at the spot that Flash used to be, bemused by whatever had just happened.

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Flash knocked precisely at nine. It was, in fact, so precisely at nine that Danny had to wonder if Flash had just been standing awkwardly outside the apartment for a few minutes waiting to knock or if the accurate timing was just part of the speed force.

“Hi, Danny,” Flash chirped with a nervous little smile. He was back in the separate mask, though he seemed to be wearing something not that different from his tight super suit under the large Cyborg themed hoodie. He had his Flash themed backpack again and it looked almost over filled.

“Hey, Flash,” Danny said, hoping his smile would calm whatever nerves Flash was having. “Do I get to know the plan?”

“Nope! I mean, not if you trust me? But like, if it’s bothering you to not know the plan I can totally tell you the plan so that you don’t worry, I just thought that maybe it would be a nice surprise, but maybe you don’t like surprises—”

“Flash,” Danny said, cutting off the rambling. “I’m okay not knowing.”

“Okay, okay cool,” Flash said after he took an obvious breath. “Um. Arms or piggyback ride?”

Danny glanced up from putting his shoes on. “Hum?”

“To be carried. I need to run us somewhere.”

“Oh, uh, back I guess?” Maybe it would make him feel less unsteady than being picked up.

“Okay!” Flash said. He bounced eagerly on his toes as he waited for Danny to put on his jacket and lock up. When Danny finally turned to him, Flash handed over his backpack, spun around, and crouched down. “So make sure to hold on tight! Arms and legs both.”

“Sure,” Danny said. He had no intention to even risk being dropped.

He felt a little awkward climbing onto Flash’s back, but the hero seemed perfectly comfortable with it all. Flash gave a little bounce after he was standing, as if to make sure Danny was secure, and then they were off in a blur of light and color.

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AN: Aaaaah these two are just so fun to write! They're just so cute. I also always enjoy writing people just being nerds~

(I'm still not very well, so I've been using this fic as my warm-up then poking at LBFD as my brain allows.)

Stay delightful, darlings!

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[dan-the-womans-blog]

hi! could you possibly write some spencer hurt/comfort? (it’s what i live and breath for) maybe reader has started a new job, and had a rough day, so when Spencer arrives home, he immediately picks up on the signs. they’re in bed, not feeling good, dreading the next day, but Spencer comforts them and eventually flips their mood around, so they aren’t thinking of work in such a negative light.

i tried to use gn pronouns cause idk what readers you write for. so if you wanna do this, could it mb be fem or gn? whichever you’re most comfy with. thank you! and no pressure to get this done x

You're so considerate, thank you!!!! I prefer female readers, however if requested i can do any. Ig not specified then the default will be fem, but most can be read as gn. Hope you enjoy, i rushed it a bit😅😁😘

Title: When Comfort Finds You

As the sun set, casting a warm, golden hue over the apartment, you lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The day had been long and arduous, your first at a new job. It wasn’t just the workload or the unfamiliar faces that weighed heavily on your mind; it was the feeling of inadequacy that had seeped into your bones, making you question every step you took, every word you uttered.

The sound of the front door creaking open broke the silence. You knew it was Spencer. His work hours were long and unpredictable, but you had come to recognize the subtle cues that signaled his return: the soft shuffle of his shoes, the quiet click of the door, the faint scent of old books and coffee that seemed to follow him everywhere.

“Hey,” Spencer called out, his voice gentle but laced with concern. He had a knack for sensing when something was off, and tonight was no exception. You heard him set his bag down and make his way to the bedroom.

You didn't move, hoping to avoid the inevitable conversation about your day. But Spencer, perceptive as always, wasn’t deterred by your lack of response. He stepped into the room, his eyes immediately finding your form curled up on the bed.

“Rough day?” he asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was tender, his eyes filled with empathy.

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. You had wanted to be strong, to handle the new job without crumbling under the pressure, but today had proven to be too much. “It’s just… so hard,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Spencer’s brow furrowed as he listened. He had always been a great listener, his ability to empathize unmatched. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder, offering comfort.

You hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I just feel like I don’t belong there. Everyone is so confident, so sure of themselves, and I… I just feel like I’m floundering.”

Spencer nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Starting a new job is always tough,” he said softly. “It’s normal to feel out of place at first. But that doesn’t mean you don’t belong. It just means you’re human.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his words, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I made so many mistakes today,” you admitted, the weight of the day’s failures pressing down on you.

Spencer’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said firmly. “Even me. Remember when I first joined the BAU? I made a ton of mistakes. But that’s how we learn. That’s how we get better.”

You nodded, taking some comfort in his words. Spencer had faced his own share of challenges and had come out stronger. Maybe you could too. But the doubt still lingered, gnawing at your confidence.

Spencer seemed to sense your lingering unease. “Do you want to know what I think?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

“What?” you asked, looking up at him, seeking the reassurance you desperately needed.

“I think you’re amazing,” he said simply. “You’re smart, capable, and incredibly strong. And I know that, given time, you’ll find your footing at this new job. It’s just the first day. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. But don’t let today define your entire experience.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. You had been so caught up in your own self-doubt that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see the bigger picture. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Spencer leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome,” he murmured. “And remember, I’m here for you. Always.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. Spencer’s presence, his unwavering support, was exactly what you needed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He smiled back, his eyes twinkling with affection. “You’d be just fine,” he said. “But I’m glad I get to be here for you. Now, how about we do something to take your mind off work for a while?”

You nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. “What did you have in mind?”

Spencer’s smile widened. “How about a movie? Something light and fun. Or we could read together. Whatever you want.”

“A movie sounds nice,” you said, feeling a bit of the day’s weight lift off your shoulders.

Spencer stood up and headed to the living room, you following closely behind. He picked out a classic comedy, something you both loved, and soon you were curled up on the couch together, the comforting sounds of laughter filling the room.

As the movie played, you felt your anxiety slowly dissipate. Spencer’s arm around you, his presence grounding you, made everything seem a little less daunting. You knew tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, you allowed yourself to relax, to enjoy the moment.

By the time the movie ended, you felt lighter, your mind no longer consumed by the day’s events. Spencer turned to you, a satisfied smile on his face. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you admitted, leaning into him. “Thank you, Spencer. I really needed this.”

“Anytime,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “And remember, you’re going to do great. Just take it one day at a time.”

You nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope. With Spencer by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as you drifted off to sleep that night, you felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter what, you weren’t alone.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Hi! I’m new to the Shameless fandom but I’m already in love with Lip, so maybe you could write a Mauve with the quote “You know damn well why I’m here” for Lip x fem!reader it can be just fluff or angst to fluff whatever you prefer.

Also I love purple too 💜

-🌱🫖

Purple is literally LIFE!! I hope you enjoy!

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Okay, so I rewrote this a little bit because I had another request that was very similar, so I decided to just combine them!

The request was: "Lip Gallagher and 'You know damn well why I’m here' and 'you’re my addiction'"

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Lip was your best friend, there was no denying it. You told him everything, for the most part. But there was also no denying that there was something going on between the two of you.

Like seriously, do people who are “strictly friends” make out for fun at parties? Do they have sleepovers where you both wake up practically cuddling? Everyone could see something there, you just wish one of you mustered up the courage to bring up the topic.

You sat on your couch, drinking whatever liquor your parents kept in the cabinet. They were somewhere that you didn’t care enough about to remember. So there you sat, alone, and fucking sad.

You always thought about Lip, tonight was no different. But today, he said something that really fucked with your head.

You were sitting with him out on his front porch, he was smoking, and you were soaking in the sun that was shining directly on you. More like you were getting soaked from the sun shining directly on you, actually, it was hot as balls.

You had on the shortest shorts you could find and the lightest tank top in your wardrobe. You were both just having a normal conversation— Lip was talking about his family and you talking about whatever drama was going on with your friends— everything seemed normal until you both fell silent, not knowing what to talk about.

You watched as his eyes followed a group of teenagers walking past his house. They gawked as they walked past. You weren’t phased though, they were just a bunch of horny teenage boys, nothing new. Lip decided to break the silence by opening his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you kinda dressed like a slut?” he asked, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, and blowing out some smoke. “What the fuck?” you questioned immediately. Why would he ever say that? It was out of nowhere too.

“What?” he asked, laughing slightly, not seeing the harm in his words. “Are you kidding me? You just called me a slut, Lip!”. “Woah, sorry, princess, didn’t think you’d get offended,” he defended, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.

“You are unbelievable,” you scoffed, on the verge of tears, while standing up. Lip watched as you walked out of the gate and toward the direction of your house.

“I didn’t fucking do anything!” he yelled at you, you just flipped him off in response.

You grunted at the memory, taking another swig of the bottle in your hand. Your goal was to get so drunk that you just forget everything. You knew that’s not how it worked exactly, but at this point, you didn’t give a shit.

About an hour later, you were almost at your goal, you could feel it. You decided to call one of your other guy friends that you’ve slept with before, truly wanting to forget about Lip, even if it was only for 4 minutes. You sat and waited, occasionally taking sips out of the vodka bottle.

You almost fell getting up when you heard a knock at the door. You groaned, half-regretting texting that guy, you weren’t really in the mood anymore.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, all of the feelings you had been pushing down suddenly coming back up. When you opened the door, you expected it to be the guy you texted, but instead, it was Lip.

If you knew it was him, you wouldn’t have answered the door and let the two guys awkwardly wait outside your door while you lay in your bed, punching your pillow.

“You know damn well why I’m here,” Lip said, his voice slightly cracking, taking you out of your thoughts. “You called me a slut Lip, I don’t think we’re on speaking terms right now,” you sniffled, beginning to close the door.

You watched as his hand stopped it from closing any further. “Come on, Y/n, let’s just talk,” he pleaded. You opened the door, wiping a tear from your cheek. You watched his reaction, interested to see how he’d react. His mouth dropped a bit, as he looked around. He looked helpless. In some twisted way, that made you feel good.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, crossing your arms. Before he could even make a sound, you began berating him. “What? The fact that you got jealous of a couple of teenagers?!”, “I was not j-”, you continued, “So jealous that the only way you could keep your tough guy act up and not show what everyone already knows is by calling me a slut?! How fucking stup-”.

“Wait, ‘what everyone already knows?’” he questioned, genuinely confused. You laughed, drunk out of your mind, probably looking crazy, “The fact that there’s something between us! Sexual tension, love, I don’t fucking know, but there’s something there and I’m sick and tired of you ignoring that!”.

It fell silent. You waited for an answer, you had already let all of your feelings loose and it was finally time you heard his. He just stared at the ground, refusing to meet your eyes.

You laughed again and wiped tears that were still streaming out of your eyes, “I can’t believe it, you are fucking pathetic! You know what go back to smoking those fucking cigarettes you're addicted to-”. You were cut off by the feeling of lips on yours. Lip had his hands on your shoulders, kissing you deeply.

You immediately sobered up, kissing him back, your hands caressing his back. He leaned you backward kissing you even deeper before pulling away. You were left breathless with swollen lips.

“You're my addiction," he said, still face to face with you. He then pulled away, allowing you to breathe, "and I’m not pathetic,” he stated, rubbing his jaw. “No, you’re not,” you breathed out. You both smiled at each other.

“Y/n?” you heard from behind Lip. Lip recognized that voice. You guys were best friends remember?

“Go away limp dick, she’s taken,” Lip said without even looking at him. You had honestly forgotten that you texted him. You heard the guy scoff before his footsteps got lost in the sound of traffic at 11 o’clock at night.

You laughed, causing Lip to laugh too. “Can I come in?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his face. You laughed, grabbing him by the shirt, “Get in here.”.

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[mamamittens]

Had the funny thought about Thatch losing a dare and having to cross dress.

He'd normally go to Izou for obvious reasons, but he's still in hot water from a prank and would rather not get castrated, thanks.

So he pops over to Nikia hoping for some assistance.

"Uh... Sure? Wait, is this a 'funny, hah hah, big man in a lady's dress' kind of dare or a 'you plebs thought my range was limited?' kind of dare?"

He has to pause at that.

"...I prefer the latter." He admitted. If he has to wear a skirt or whatever, he'd like to look good.

"Oh, sweet. Touching the hair or nah?" He instinctively goes to shield his pompadour before wincing.

"I... Guess we can style it differently."

He didn't expect much help, to be honest. She didn't really dress up a lot to start with. But, shockingly, she had a lot of thoughts about styling clothes and makeup. Every step asking if he preferred this or that. To actually look feminine or to just rock feminine clothes.

Was very flattered she didn't believe he needed much makeup, because anytime Izou does this, he insists on a firm foundation. Part of that upbringing and style in Wano. But no, Nikia knew and preferred a more natural approach.

Well, for a simple man, at least. He sat through the whole thing and still wasn't sure she actually put makeup on him, it barely registered to his eyes. Though he looked a bit younger. Not soft, but certainly enchanting. A little eye shadow and liner for his eyes ("You have pretty lashes, so we don't need to do much to them really") and little contour for his face ("You've got a strong jaw already, this is just making it pop a bit") and softening up his wrinkles ("Seriously, stop scowling whenever you scowl so damn much. It's literally all on your forehead and it's weird").

A nice flowy skirt to his knees with a wide belt for his small waist. A pretty blouse emphasizing his shoulders without clinging to his ("Super well defined and sexy muscles, don't you think, Nikia?" "...Thatch? Are you fishing for compliments after I spent an hour doing your makeup?" "...no."). Hair gently tousled in a wave over one shoulder in a loose braid. If it wasn't for the facial hair, Thatch would think his reflection was a lovely, if a bit masculine and flat chested, woman.

"And kitten heels for those dainty, princess ankles." She handed him, ignoring his sputtering denial. "Don't forget to wash your face tonight before bed or you'll ruin your pillow. Also, maybe moisturize sometime. I know it's manly to be rugged or whatever, but dehydration isn't a stylistic choice. It's an unfortunate dietary concern."

"Is that why your so soft?" She stared at him dryly.

"Yes. Or my skin cracks. Specifically my hands. Moisturizing my face keeps me from looking demonic when I don't sleep enough. It's a favor for everyone."

Very helpful. A little too helpful, judging by the way someone grabbed his ass before they saw his face.

The look they made when he scowled at them over his shoulder, though, was priceless.

He won that bet though, and now a few brothers had new blackmail hanging over their heads from before they realized who the pretty woman was.

[muniimyg]

04 // series m.list

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warning: oc throws up twice !

note: unedited :>

 Nam Joon is an asshole but at least he is self aware. 

Unlike most of his friends who often come off pretentious, he has always tried to protect his peace with his rude exterior. It’s not like he didn’t respect others... It was more because it was the easiest way to push people away. 

That’s exactly what he knew he’d have to do with you.

Meeting you, as brief as it was; changed his life forever. 

Prior to meeting you, he had never felt his heart be moved. Not by beauty or by flowery words; but by a person’s simple smile and aura. It was you that moved him deeply. So much so that his feet felt like they were floating above the ground and if he didn’t act out to save himself from being too in his head; he’d be done for. 

If Nam Joon wasn’t so self aware; he would have confessed so long ago. Instead, he waited. Instead, he continued to be that annoying, smart-ass that you’d look for in friendgroup hangouts. He’d remain that friend you’d want approval from because he kept you humble. 

Yet, maybe humble is an understatement. 

Sometimes, his comments did go too far. Sometimes, he did make you feel dumb. But it never hurt your ego to the point where you’d hate him. No, it just felt like a middle school love affair. Like he was the boy that pulled your hair just to get you upset. Like he wanted you to cry only for him to comfort you instantly. 

It’s immature. 

It’s toxic. 

It’s Nam Joon.

Your expectations of him have always been low. He’s always been the kind to shy away from events, but everyone would want him there because if he showed up... It’d be valid. Having him tutor you has to be one of your smarter moves as it seems to be working well for you two. Nam Joon, aside from texting, has awfully been decently pleasant... It’s as good as it can get. 

The first time you two slept together was out of pure boredom. You were over at Jungkook’s and he happened to be there with the others. Everyone was busy playing games or cooking, meanwhile you and Nam Joon got buzzed. From there, he let a few words slip out of his mouth that led to you letting him slip his dick inside you. 

“It’s fucking irritating,” he sighed. 

“What is?” you nudged him, in attempt to pry for more of his words. He turned to you and looked at you deeply. It made your heart flutter from what you can remember. 

With shaky eyes, he exhaled; “how pretty you are. How bad I want you. How... You’re just... Everything. I think you’re perfect.”

To be frank, that night went by fast. You two scrambled to a bedroom upstairs, hit it and quit it. You two went back downstairs to join everyone after an hour and pretended like nothing ever happened. For a few weeks he avoided you and you brushed it off. Suddenly, then all at once, he acted normal again and so did you. 

Tonight, to Nam Joon, reminds him a lot of the first time you two slept together. 

Partly because the same people were around and partly because you look just as beautiful as that night. As he finds you sitting in the corner with your knees to your chest, he feels it again.

His heart moves and his feet float above the ground. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to get through the crowd and get to you. He just does. When he does, he crouches in front of you. 

Poking you, he begins to nag. “What are you doing here, dummy? You might get stepped on. Let’s go—”

“Arghhh,” you groan, pushing him away. He catches your wrists and holds you still. Lifting your head up, you greet him with a tired smile. “You?”

“Me,” he confirms with a soft tone. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

You shake your head profusely. “I’m happy you’re here.”

“You are?”

“Mhmm,” you gulp. “Hobi’s been ignoring me. I waved at him then he smiled and looked away. I drank like four of these, by the way!” 

Nam Joon’s eyes flicker to the empty red cups around you. He thinks to himself, shit. Of course Hobi would ignore you right now. You’re practically wasted and he’d actually die if his reputation was tainted with someone who was an inch short of perfection. 

Before Nam Joon can say anything, your body suddenly leans forward and crashes against his. Though he’s a little startled, he wraps his arms around you to hold you up. Your body slumps as your head continues to spin. 

“I need to throw up,” you choke. “I’m sorry.”

Nam Joon shakes his head, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I’m here, ___. I’ll take care of you.”

Nam Joon finds a bathroom for you and locks the doors as you kneel in front of the toilet. You begin to gag and as soon as the fluids come up, Nam Joon rushes to your side and holds your hair back.

He pats your back and looks away. In all honesty, he’s not grossed out. Throw up is throw up. It’s simple biology and he would rather that you throw up than for you to feel sick for the rest of the night and possibly tomorrow morning. 

As you finish up, you catch your breath and groan. After flushing, Nam Joon hands you toilet paper to wipe around your mouth. You sit still, eyes teary and lips puffy from everything. 

“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re usually meaner than this.”

Your curiosity gets the best of you. Leaning against the bathtub, you throw your head back and just stare at the ceiling. Partly to compose yourself and partly to avoid Nam Joon’s eyes. For some reason, it feels like you could cry.

“I’m always nice to you.”

You snort at his reply. 

“Where’s Hobi?”

“Avoiding you.”

You plop yourself up and glare at him. “See? Mean.”

Nam Joon chuckles and takes a seat next to you. You shift, making space for him. He points below your chin and out of instinct, you look down. He lifts his finger and tilts your chin up and grins. 

“Dummy.”

You roll your eyes, finding it hard to believe that you fell for that! 

“Why are you here?” you ask him. “It’s not like I’m in the mood to fuck and it’s not like you’re Hobi’s servant. What gives?”

He shrugs. “Can’t I just be a friend?”

Your eyes widen. “You are a friend! Just not... This kind.”

Nam Joon pouts at you. “I literally held your hair back while you threw up two days worth of food. Can’t you at least say thank you?”

“Thank you,” you snicker. “Thank you for being a decent friend for once.”

He salutes you. “Never again.”

With that, you both let out a light laugh. When it dies down, you let out a big sigh. “Okay, for real... What do you want, Nam Joon?”

Then, for the first time in a while, he really looks at you. He looks at you and it feels like he could get lost in your glossy eyes. He bites his bottom lip from letting any secrets spill out. He curls his hands into a fist and then relaxes them. Nam Joon feels the tightness in his chest increase but decides to digress. 

Tonight isn’t the night. 

Right now isn’t the moment. 

Perhaps, another time. Perhaps then, he’d tell you the truth. For now, he puts his heart aside and puts you first. 

“Nothing.”

You groan, not buying his bullshit. “What is it? You want me to tell you that you were right?”

He looks at you confused. 

“Right about what?” he questions, completely lost. 

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Even though Hobi ditched me tonight and left me with you, he was still trying to look out for me. Therefore, he’d be a good boyfriend, right?”

Nam Joon instantly feels hurt. It feels like you just disregarded his efforts for the sole purpose of saving Hobi’s face. He can’t hold his words back; “Hobi ditches you and you still think he’d be a good boyfriend?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“What about me, then?” Nam Joon almost chokes on his own words. Too late to take them back, he presses forward; “___, I’m the one that held your hair back. I’m the one here with you. Do you still think the same? Do you still think I’d be an awful boyfriend?”

“I think I... Uh, Nam Joon—”

“—It’s yes or no, ___.”

You gulp, feeling a lump in your throat form. The uneasy feeling kicks in and you cover your mouth. Hurriedly, you cry; “... I have to throw up again.”

As Nam Joon holds your hair back for the second time tonight, he wonders if he’s that bad. He wonders if maybe he had distanced himself a little too far from you. He wonders if he pulls you closer from this moment on... Could you be his soon? Even throwing up and making excuses for his reputation sensitive friend—you’re perfect. 

You’re simply everything. 

It’s then that Nam Joon begins to feel sick himself. 

[tenshioffcial]

Valentine - Connor (RK800)

FemReader! Fluff, Angst??? PlusSizeReader! Heart melting love. Connor loves reader so much but didn't know what it was and after becoming a deviant he started to understand the feeling, but he also has other feelings too that he is learning about.

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After androids left their humans or at least the ones that wanted to did life as a cop became different but still the same? It's odd to think of things as normal now since the deviants or as I prefer to call them friends are all free now and happy but then again, I am a human who supports them all the way especially Connor god Connor is so handsome, and I want to tell him how I feel but he probably doesn't feel the same way. I don't know he might like me too. Tapping on my shoulder takes me from my thoughts, when I look up it's the man I'm thinking about right now. "Hey Connor, how are you?" He shook his head at me but wasn't mad or at least he didn't seem it. "Nothing much except I've been trying to get your attention for like the past hour." I looked at my phone and he indeed has been trying for an hour, He called me, texted me and even drove here to get me himself. "I'm sorry connie. I didn't mean to not respond; I was busy going through case files." He sighed but nodded. "It's okay Y/n. I get it. So, you want to go get food? I know I can't eat it but I want to go hang out with someone and hank is busy drinking so he can't come with me." I paused for dramatic effect to mess with him, but I knew damn well I was going. "Hm let me think... I would love to Connor." He smiled at me. "Okay great! I can't wait!" I giggled at his silly attitude and walked over to the coffee station; I grabbed a cup of coffee and seen Hank and Gavin which is odd considering usually they are bickering but instead it was silent except for people grabbing cups of coffee, I gabbed myself a cup and as I'm grabbing a cup Gavin as per usual is trying to flirt with me again even though I've told him repeatedly that I'm not interested but he never listens to reason. "So, you have any plans for tonight?" 'I hate him so much!' "Actually, yes I do Gavin." I smirked letting him know he did not win me over with his smooth-talking crap. "Well, who are you going out with tonight?" He tried touching my cheek, but I jerked away from him. "None of your damn business Gavin!" I looked around and everyone was starting at me in the station androids included, I looked over and seen Connor watching me with what seemed like jealousy and maybe a hint of cockiness because I was going to be his for the night, but I wasn't sure and definitely was not going to ask. I finally got home and showered and did soft not too heavy make-up and then wore a dress that hugged my curves nicely and I did my hair in some space buns. I waited for Connor to show up he was 20 minutes late, but he came finally. I smiled at him. "You look amazing Connor." He smiled back. "You look amazing as well Y/n." He walked me to the car and opened my door for me and he even buckled my seat belt. "Thanks Connor but you didn't need to buckle me in." I giggled at the end. He got nervous I could tell. "I'm sorry I just want to make sure your safe." He got in the driver side and drove me to this beautiful restaurant, and we go up to get our table and the bitch behind the thing started flirting with Connor which wasn't acceptable behavior. I scoffed at her and grabbed onto Connor's arm and tugged him into my side, so she knew to back off, but the stupid bitch was still flirting. I was getting furious until Connor pulled me from my thoughts by seating me and then himself. "Is something the matter detective- sorry I mean Y/n?" I shook my head, but he knew better that I was lying. "You can tell me if something is bothering you Y/n." I sighed because I can't deny him an answer. "I honestly am not okay the bitch that took us to our table was flirting with you and well...Just never mind! I don't want to talk about it." He looked confused and was not sure how to handle this. "I'm sorry Y/n I'm not sure what you mean?" I started giggling then it turned into laughing the whole time Connor was so confused and weirded out by me, "Connor I love you. Okay?"

The end of this one but I do plan to make more to finish this story up that being said thanks for reading please reblog and comment and have a good day/night.

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 23: Talk it Out

“So, when’s the party going to start?”

“Five. My brothers prefer to party into the night, instead of starting in the afternoon like normal people.”

“Are you going to work beforehand?”

“Mm, probably, yoi.”

“Are you going to work on your actual birthday?

“… I’m suddenly afraid to say yes to that.”

“Even I take my birthday off work.”

“I don’t sleep overnight at the clinic.”

“…Touché.”

“Don’t worry, the staff won’t let me overwork that day, yoi.”

“Mm, this food’s almost as good as Sanji’s.”

“Yeah, Zeff doesn’t slouch, the recipes are solid even when he’s not actively preparing them, yoi. We should try and catch the Baratie when it’s nearby.”

“It doesn’t dock though.”

“Afraid of sailing?”

“Not… implicitly.”

“I’m sure we can ask Sanji to have Zeff come really close, yoi. Couple hours out at most.”

“I feel like I’m abusing my friendships doing that.”

“I bet Sanji won’t see it that way.”

“Humph, no, he wouldn’t.”

“… You have any questions? About earlier, yoi.”

“Yes, and no. He called you an old friend, do you see him that way too?”

“There’s no bad blood there. But we have different definitions of friend.”

“It’s just… This is going to sound weird no matter how I word it, but I don’t want to be nice to him if he hurt you, is all.”

“… Oh.”

“When you blush a little it’s hot, but I’ve never seen you so red…. You’re getting redder.”

“You’re killing me, yoi.”

“I… find I can’t honestly apologize.”

“Yeah, yeah. Ahem. Things just didn’t work out. I don’t think it was anyone’s fault, yoi. Shanks is… a lot, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s probably genuinely happy about all this.”

“About… us?”

“… Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“It’s hard to talk about, and it shouldn’t be.”

“You’re not wrong, pretty bird.”

“Because it’s happening so fast, but who says you have to wait X days before you can do something, or say something, or whatever. I… I wanted to… I want to invite you to stay over.”

“I thought I was staying tonight?”

“No, yes, I mean, yes, but I meant like… bringing over a toothbrush, and… and work clothes, and you know, staying over.”

“That’s -.”

“Too soon, yeah, but I mean, it’s been on my mind and, I just needed to say it.”

“Pretty bird-.”

“If we could carpool at least, I just want to… um… see you more… Even if you can’t stay over, because maybe there’s reasons for you to go home to your brothers, and I don’t want you to think that you have to decide between them or me or anything like that. I understand if it’s too fast or too soon I won’t be upset, and -.”

“Mi cielo.”

“… Yes? That’s… that’s me, yes?”

“Yes, and I want to… stay over as well. I’ll bring over what I need, and… we’ll go from there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not… I mean, it is kind of fast, but, it’s not too much?”

“It’s not too much, yoi.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“You were quiet the rest of the ride back, what’s on your mind?”

“I… didn’t let Kid into my house for months. Not for coffee, not for… anything. Everyone else I dated was either just visiting, or… yeah. I just… I’d say I don’t know what to do with this, but I do, it’s just-.”

“Scary?”

“… Vulnerable.” You admit, sitting cross-legged on the couch.

“Same thing sometimes,” he says, sitting beside you and pulling your legs across his. Warm hands start to massage your calves and you can feel your bones melting already. “You don’t have to say it right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Where’d you learn to do this?” Your words are slurring a little as Marco’s fingers push and rub the muscles in your legs.

“When my family sailed a lot.” He explains, continuing his work. “Vitamin deficiency could happen even with the best planning, and you mix in strenuous work in the hot sun and all those factors lead up to muscle cramps. Especially in legs.”

“Family trait then?” You murmur.

“Little bit. I was, effectively, the ship’s doctor. I’d been apprenticing since I was a kid, and at ten I started learning medicine and techniques like this.”

“Then you became a vet-trim… veteran… puppy doctor?” You’re pretty sure your leg muscles are connected to your brain with the way he’s turning your entire being into mush.

“Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch, yoi.” He muses. “But yes, when we settled here, my generalized medical knowledge translated into Veterinary care easier. I bought the practice for someone getting ready to retire, and here I am.”

“Here you are.” You smile, flexing your toes and legs before moving them aside and slowly sitting up. Marco reaches out and helps you, teasing you about your melted bones even as you move - and he moves you - onto his lap.

A leg on either side of him, sitting on his thighs, eyes moving up his stomach to his chest. He’d spent most of the day in a t-shirt, having worn a heavy jacket when you’d gone out. His hands are loosely set on your hips, but he’s not moving as he watches you look at him.

“Here we are.” You say after a long moment, eyes shifting to his. You can see his eyes shifting a little, searching yours, trying to see what was behind the irises that he seemed to take every chance to lose himself in. Searching, but also waiting, wanting you to say what you wanted, when you wanted.

“I’ve… never felt toward someone what I feel toward you.” You admit, pressing your lips together and looking away a little. Despite your desire to continue, you still found yourself painfully shy on the matter. “I’ve felt connections with people, but not like this.”

“Never scary like this before.” He agrees.

“Yeah, never quite so strong.”

“Steals the breath from you before you can even breathe.”

Your lips are a whisper away from his. Your next words are quiet. Painfully quiet, but you know he’ll hear you - there’s nothing else but you and him.

“I have a devil fruit.”

“I know.”

“What if this is because of that?”

“It’s one and the same.”

“We’re… just vessels bringing them together?”

“Thousands of islands, miles of ocean, six seas, and here we are, yoi. Years on the same scrap of land, working in the same city. They aren’t that patient.” He insists. “How did I not see you all those times in his café?”

“I kept my head down.”

“You couldn’t have kept it down far enough.”

“M-Marco, haaa-nnngh!”

“From the moment you stepped into my clinic.”

“Ah, hahah, oh gods, but everything was going wrong that day!”

“I don’t think it could’ve gone better.”

“Yooooo-ur haaaaa-ands!”

“You don’t have to say it.”

“I know.”

“I already know, yoi.”

“I know.”

“I should’ve seen you sooner.”

“There’s years ahead of us.”

“One life isn’t long enough.”

“Yesteryears don’t matter.”

“I won’t focus on the what if’s, I promise.”

“I’m here now.”

“You are.”

“We are.”

“We are, mi cielo.”

“Marco.”

“…”

“I love you.”

[aching-tummies]

Hunger Prompt

3rd or 4th night in a row where I've gone to bed with an achy, hungry tummy.

I'm in the process of applying for more post-secondary education. Application fees, deposits, paying for authorization of academic records and such--all of that is taking massive bites out of my humble bank account. At the same time I'm still juggling more than one job and still applying for "better" employment. Seeing what's out there, what could potentially make my hours more worth it (i.e. paying me more than my current places), jobs that'll give me more preferred hours, and all that jazz. On top of it all, family is dealing with some health stuff and some big home projects we're all pitching in for…so…time, money, and patience/stress stuff is all being stretched super thin.

My stomach's often been neglected over the last week or so. I work basically every day of the week, with maybe half of the week as 'little' shifts (takes me more time to commute than the amount of time I actually spend being paid). The little shifts are annoying because getting up and ready is the same regardless if I work a 4 hour or a 14 hour shift (not technically legal and I'm exaggerating a bit…I have had days where I've worked for 12.5 hours or so though). Anyway…with the little shifts it's super annoying because it means I get up and leave the house before anyone else is up--so cooking and making breakfast in a house that may include some light sleepers isn't recommended. That means I either gotta prep a breakfast the night before, or pick up breakfast at a fast-food place and I end up eating breakfast anywhere from 7:30AM-10AM depending on when my shift starts and whether I opt to eat at home, eat it while in transit/waiting for a bus, or eat at a fast-food place somewhere. Work stretches until somewhere between noon-3 depending on when I started…which means I worked through lunch and by the time I'm off it's too early for dinner. Family and/or housemates tell me of dinner plans so I have to commit to saving my appetite for dinner…which means I end up being extremely hungry until some time between 6-9PM--depending on when our house manages to get dinner on the table. I'm also an extremely slow eater because I find that eating at what's considered a "normal" pace often gives me a tummy ache really quickly--often mid-meal.

For the last 4 or so days…this has been the cycle. Breakfast before 9AM, 10 hours between a measly breakfast and a planned dinner…that has been cancelled the last 4 nights 'cuz one of the other members of the family/house has reneged on the "save your stomach for dinner"…so I end up having to throw together something after 8PM after housemates have stopped their flip-flopping…so…11 hours after a singular breakfast sandwich I'll maybe have a packet of instant noodles or half a cup of pasta mixed with oil and seasoning and some frozen veg. I think 2 nights out of those 4 (tonight included), I've actually been too tired to bother with finding/making breakfast. Housemates bicker over dinner and the person(s) that reneged on the "wait for dinner" rule…so then nobody gets any dinner/everyone fends for themselves…

I deal with a lot at home--between responding to and staying on top of post-secondary applications, job-applications, planning, budgeting, and doing my part of the home projects, I also have a few personal projects--handicraft stuff to replace stuff wearing out (i.e. new scarf 'cuz maybe old one is getting a bit too dirty or worn to be nice), sewing cosplay stuff for myself or friends, etc. While abiding by the often-challenged "save your appetite for dinner" rule, I've distracted myself with these things. That's what I did today too--having not eaten since 9AM…and when I finally felt too tired to continue my projects, I realized it's passed midnight, nobody's had the proper dinner that two members of the house were harping on, and my stomach is aching. Unfortunately, I can barely keep my eyes open and the idea of standing over the pot to cook instant noodles for 5 minutes + another 5 to wash everything + however long it takes me to eat…that just seems too daunting and I'd rather not doze off in a pot of boiling water.

Unfortunately, my neglected stomach isn't growling. It aches and I can tell that I'm hungry--but it's not audibly hungry.

I don't know if this is worth a "send your best responses" thing--but go for it if you want. Honestly, the fact that my stomach isn't even growling makes me think that that often-seen scenario where the other party with-holds food until they decide my stomach is truly hungry or whatever sounds kind of fun. My stomach remains mute so no matter how much I say that I'm hungry or that my stomach is aching with hunger, the partner teases by saying something like, "I want your tummy to tell me" or something. Basically, a partner that teasingly refuses to take my word for it and will only accept 'truth' from my stomach. Even if my stomach ever actually growls audibly, maybe it's not deemed loud enough 'cuz the partner hasn't had their fill…so I won't be getting mine.

[glowyjellyfish]

Once the demo loaded for me, I only had about an hour and a half to play before I had to quit and go to bed, and I spent most of that time on the piano minigame.

Some thoughts:

Cloud is such a baby omg. Part of it is the obvious Zack dialogue blatantly coming from his mouth, of course. Loved the obvious swap where Secret-Cloud-Grunt (Ramirez, if you will) was clearly assigned the lines Zack said to Cloud. Cloud’s brain what are you doing.

Sephiroth will take some time to master, especially as I barely remember the controls. He looks like an idiot when I am controlling him, lol. Perfect acting on him and everyone really so far, A+.

I am going to miss so many climbable surfaces

the mountains are so spiky

NIBELHEIM PORK SANDWICH. Well there’s my themed meal! (May not actually do, but come on they threw that out for me a couple weeks in advance??)

I am gonna master every song on that piano dammit. I got very close to star rank tonight, only 2 Goods and the rest Great!

Pretty sure that on my first play through, I am going to do as much as possible and whatever feels right with regards to the affection system. I can’t not rifle through Tifa’s room, for one thing, and I’m never gonna say no to a side quest. Aerith or Tifa would be preferred for the date on my first playthrough, but if I wind up hanging with Cait Sith because I wanted to glean all available information on how he functions and whether Reeve is talking directly to me, so be it.

It’s possible I got some things right in my wild guessing since Remake—more likely character stuff than actual plot, I think—but honestly I am looking forward to being completely wrong about most things.

Also it warms my heart how much Cid and Vincent were in that trailer. Maybe Vincent won’t be spilling his major trauma immediately after we meet him?

Day 2:

Took me probably another hour to get star rank on the piano

Something about Obvious Zack Behavior is incredibly cute when it’s Cloud doing it

I feel like I may have missed a lot of crates and chests

The normal chit chat with Sephiroth and Cloud and Tifa? Omg

Trooper cloud saved Tifa’s life without her knowing!

Sephiroth saved Tifa’s life in the river and Zack saved Cloud’s life, poor nameless other guy but ❤️ Zack and boy must Tifa feel weird about that memory

I want to explore the whole Shinra mansion so badly, I found Vincent’s room and the tubes

I really like how rebirth made it a little clearer that Sephiroth snapped because Jenova started having influence on him once he reached her. Not that I’m trying to make her the villain and him the victim—pretty sure once he falls in the Lifestream, he’s running the show with all his own villainy going, Jenova’s basically The Thing—I just like that the flashes compared to flashes Cloud has had show her influence on him. I like that they didn’t go too hard in making him Evil; you can still see the underlying tragedy.

(I mean, we all know Hojo is the real villain and I think even Sephiroth would agree on that)

Also on multiple occasions I asked Sephiroth why he was so pretty

I REALLY like how those who are in the know about cloud and Zack can easily read between the lines and see what Actual Cloud did—not only showing us Random Trooper on the ground saying “Mo…” but also showing that Cloud’s memories match.

the struggle of having cloud drag himself along the ground while Sephiroth murdered people was AMAZING.

How dare they stop right there before the flashback is over. I know the point is to be tantalizing and they probably changed a thing or two but. Come onnnnnnn let Cloud deliver the cliffhanger.

(Oh, I did look at Tifa’s dresser but then said it was a joke, did not impress anybody lol. Should’ve stayed away!)

(I would like a screenshot of Cloud saying “hey Sephiroth, whatcha got there?” Sephiroth: A KNIFE

[astrxlfinale]

The comfort Himeko has found in the presence of Caelus is a bit startling to her. Not because of who he is or anything he has - or hasn't - done, but because she's done well at keeping an emotional distance from most everyone who's come aboard the Express. She's warm, welcoming, makes sure everyone is as comfortable as they can be. But she's never allowed herself to become entangled in anyone the way she has with him.

Figuratively and literally, oddly enough.

Most aboard the Express are asleep, or staying busy in whatever ways they see fit. Normally, Himeko would have been trying to sleep, or perhaps nursing a cup of coffee while working on some project or other. Tonight, however, she finds herself half draped in her sheets with Caelus tucked beside her, the lights of the room dimmed, which only serves to enhance the stars of the galaxy twinkling outside her viewport. She feels warm, even as the sweat cools on her skin, and one hand cards thoughtfully through his hair while the other rests just below her uncovered chest.

"This might be strange pillow talk," she starts with a smile, a hint of playfulness in her eyes, though the topic itself isn't a lighthearted one. Her amusement is simply that her afterglow left her thinking some strange things. Well, the topic isn't strange, just the timing. "Do you believe in fate? I think, as a scientist and engineer, people don't think it's a topic I put much stock into. But the universe is endless, and we don't know everything that exists or what we'll encounter or do."

She pauses for a moment, her gaze shifting from his face to the stars outside. "As a little girl, I'd always wanted to explore the stars, and then the Express crashed on my homeworld. That feels strangely like fate, don't you think?" She looks back to him, brushes her nails just behind his ear, and resists the urge to say that maybe it was fate that brought them together. Life is full of choices, consequences, outcomes. It isn't too romantic a gesture to think that a bit of fate or destiny could be sprinkled in there as well.

Life truly was his favorite basket of unexpected.

Pleasure was a balm that brings whimsy, a delight that edges to this form of contentment they share amidst a fluffy blanket and sheets that seen better days a simple two hours ago. Caelus himself was basking in the moment, loving the way he caught waves of that warm fire catching his vision, working with the lulls of paces of their own breathing. Right now, the position of being a preferred pillow for Himeko was akin to a dream for countless. Not that such an element was a detail he's bothering to think of.

No. Right now his attention was fixated in how she looks like some space bound angel spellbound by the view of the window, how the glimmering stars and swirling nebula worked an ethereal glow upon her figure. A low hum of contentment rumbles within his chest as leans into her touch, loving the delicate, skillful way she learned to tend to that mop of silver hair. In an amusing way it was dangerous, just how deviously quick she could acclimate to her favored circumstances.

"Mm? Talk your piece then. Already had me seeing heaven as is, where should be trailing along next?" He adds in. Allowing his bare body to momentarily shift, it's not enough to move their fixture, but for one of his hands to draw along the bare expanse of her back, settled underneath the roaring flame of her scarlet halo as it simple sweep and brush of the hand worked along her spine, drawing it's way into a repetitive art of hiking high and brushing low.

If only he could've seen just how right she was. After the intensity of passion's furnace nearly melted them, somehow fate found itself tucked into the equation? That managed to scrape together more of his awareness.

"....Hm." Once she begins to paint the picture through her sweet voice and the punctual note of her words, it almost intrigues him to bite upon the matter. Exactly where does fate stand with a being like himself?

"Hell. If we look at it that way, fate might as well opened the doorway for stepping into this stage too. Kinda bizarre if I give some invisible thing like that too much credit." The particular sigh in his tone fashions back up, allowing the gruff nature in his voice to run prevalent as those golden eyes peer down towards her, momentarily marveled in how beauty could easily steal that breath of his in a singular stroke.

"But fate sure as hell didn't cut into what our choices put into the picture." He boldly declares. Impulse for a moment reigns, the matter of pillow talk inside, it was seeing the pert pink of those lips speaking that was enough to prompt him to close the distance. To let that melody be drunk in with a shared kiss, the warmth of her magnanimity only adding to that sweetness before he edges back.

"I'd thank that will of yours moreso. Being such a badass to get all of this into motion? To push each and every limit till it's us bumping heads, and I'm no different. That's the biggest thing I wanna hold gratitude here for."

Leading him to Himeko's side.

@cybrvce

[thatonewriter77]

Forbidden Flame

Tabaha Lombardi

I stare into deep green eyes of the girl I just kissed, I didn't know her name, but I knew I was in love. That's enough, that's all I need to know. I leaned in again, closing my eyes, our lips almost touched again when a loud noise sounded in my ears. My alarm clock. I was dreaming again. The same dream I've had for the past month, the same girl, same place, same kiss. I don't know who she is or why she has been in every dream for the past month, but she has. She never speaks, I can never bring myself to ask. Exhausted, I sigh, I had a family meeting in an hour. I hated my family, and I hate these meetings. I wish we could skip to the fun part, the fighting. I've always loved fighting even as a little girl, I was getting daggers at the age of 12 or 13, and I got my first gun at 16. I preferred using more old school weapons. Like daggers or knives or even hand to hand combat. Twelve was a hard year. It was when my mom left. I guess violence and fighting were kind of a coping mechanism for it, it's how I get my anger out. Some people drink when they are upset, I have a few good torturing sessions and I'm good. That probably makes me a psychopath but i guess I'm in a good business. Being part of the mafia isn't as bad as you think, yeah some of the men die but most of them are idiots anyway. I feel like the hardest part is just dealing with my dumbass family. Groaning, I get up i look at the wet spot left on my bed from last night. Tears brimmed into my eyes. I stayed up until 3 last night, unable to control my urges again. Honestly I don't even think the way I act is normal. It doesn't seem like the horniness I've read about. It just seems so much harder like a… addiction. Whatever it was could wait I decide. I grab a suit out of my closet and slipped it on. As uncomfortable as they were I've gotten used to wearing them daily. At least they were better then dresses. I look in the mirror putting my brown hair up in a bun before lazily walking down the stairs. I was 20 minutes early but everyone had already gathered and started mingling, dad. My brother and a few of their close friends talking about side chick's and money. My aunt, sisters, and family sipped I don't fucking know what while talking about a specific wine. I go to sit next to my cousin, Nicole. She's the only one in my family i can relate to and we seemed more like sisters then cousins. She was combing through her long wavy black hair with her fingers. We start talking about annoying these early meetings are but our conversation gets cut short by my father starting the meeting. "The Valentines are weak, they have started getting attacked by the russos now would be the perfect time to attack and get rid of them for good. Maybe even get some land out of it" I nod along. I've never been let on a attack mission therefore, I've never met any Lombardis but according to my father they should go rot in hell. And it's our job to put them there. One of dad's friends started speaking "so what would be the plan? Bombs?," he shook his head. "Too easy for them to find and too humane," that was one thing me and my father agreed on. We had a love for violence. I stood up to speak, dad nodded ag me giving permission. "Sneak gun attack? We can do it late tonight? Shoot them" he nodded in approval "that could work but it's risky," i thought about it "how many people are in the family?" I ask "four, along with their men," he answers. "We don't need to worry about the men. They will have to leave once Valentinis are gone. We wait outside the house 2 people per person, backup close by, 3 for the father. We will attack them" father thought about this plan "that would work" he nods "I will give it some thought. Meet again at 10 tonight". I nod proud of myself. And leave back up to my room.

[splatgoaldy]

mature but not necessarily explicit kirillbolds(ekkie) below the cut. i write. guys, i do

She knows she’s not that good when he agrees to play. It’s been a couple years since she lived with Greener and she had the pool table. She hasn’t played at all since then, but Fabes calls her over, sets her up against some blonde that just beat her. They bet a hundred bucks, enough to cover her tab at least. Nothing bad about free drinks for a night. 

The girl waits by the table while Matt grabs a second beer. She’s only been here half an hour, maybe less. She takes a sip of the fresh beer and grabs a cue. There’s another girl lingering against the wall, short curls, drink in hand. Fabes disappeared somewhere after they got their drinks.  

“Kirill” The blonde says, accent thick. And then at Matt’s confused glance, “I’m Kirill”

“Matt” She replies, voice thick. Kirill already has the balls racked. She goes for the first shot. 

She swallows a lump in her throat, washes it down with more beer, as Kirill lines up her next shot on the other side of the table. “Solids.” She calls, voice curling out around the words. Matt wants to hear it all over again. She watches as Kirill leans over, neckline dangling over the table. Matt averts her eyes before she sees much more. Watches Kirill sink two balls instead. 

She has to slip around the table, just in front of where Kirill stands to get the right angle. She gives an awkward tug at the hem of her work skirt, which doesn’t budge. It doesn’t lend itself particularly well to pool, but it’s what she’s got. Can’t quit now. 

Kirill doesn’t back up at all and Matt is thinking more about the fact that if she leans over any more she’ll be brushing up against the front of her jeans than the shot she’s taking. Her ball just misses the pocket, bouncing off to the middle. 

Kirill laughs a little, “Faber says you good?” 

Her tone is teasing, but it has Matt’s cheeks heating up a little anyway. She is good, at least compared to Fabes, who sucks at most of these kinds of things. Matt has always preferred golf to pool or table tennis, but she usually isn’t this bad. 

She takes her next shot from the same side, giving Matt a good view of her ass in the tight jeans she’s wearing. They fit her well. Matt quickly looks away again, before Kirill can stand and catch her. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with her tonight. It’s not how she normally is. Not at all. 

Kirill smiles proud and takes another turn, luckily missing. Matt breathes a sigh of relief and considers her next move. Kirill is already up. She perches on the side of the table while she waits, one thigh flexed against the wood and the other pointed down. Her neckline doesn’t leave much to the imagination at all. She looks good. 

Bolds registers it all with not much consideration for how long she’s been eying Kirill. She blinks the fog away and lines up her shot, finally getting something done. One ball to Kirill’s four. 

Kirill leans over for her next shot and Matt practically leers. She feels like a man, understands it now, why people have such a thing over tits. Kirill’s cleavage is big, and obvious like this. She swallows again, harsh, and goes looking for her beer. Looking away from everything going on at the table. The bar feels impossibly hot, and loud, and like everyone is looking over here and seeing right through Matt. 

She feels a tap on her waist, Kirill’s stick lightly poking her. “Your turn” She grins, letting Bolds see the massacre she’s done to the table while Matt was looking away. Only one ball left. Matt figures she has to lock in now. She’s never taken losing very well, already planning on getting some practice in before they come back next time. 

She doesn’t bother with anything other than setting up her shot, rearing up to put some good power on this one. She only feels the hand on her ass after she’s gone for the shot, yelps and twirls around to glare at Kirill. The blonde looks smug and proud. Matt’s ball didn’t go in. Her turn is up. 

The wretched girl slides up to her after she sinks one more and misses on the eight ball. Her hip bumps against Matt’s and doesn’t move away. “Good, no?” 

She looks so pleased with herself, all the time. Matt wants to wipe her smirk away and can’t even think of a single justifiable way to. She goes back to the game instead. Maybe she can still pull out a win, or at least some scrap of decency from this. 

Matt doesn’t exactly expect it this time, when Kirill’s hands pinch at the back of her thigh, just under the swell of her ass, but she at least keeps her bearings enough to sink a ball. Kirill claps sarcastically behind her, and Matt rolls her eyes and fights a smile. 

Her second shot is, mercifully, on the other side of the table, where Kirill can’t reach her. She can feel the girl’s eyes burning as she sips her beer. She lowers her own and takes the shot. In. Matt goes for her own beer, swishes it around a bit and considers what to do next. 

“That” Kirill points, “Here. I show you.” 

She leads Matt by the small of her back until her thighs are flush with the table, pushing between her shoulder blades to get her bent over. Like a proper romcom, Kirill lays her body over Matt’s, directing the cue while all Matt can focus on is the bulge in Kirill’s jeans, laid directly against her ass, pushing into her. She shakes her head, lines up for the shot and misses.

She can see Kirill’s smile before she even whips around. It’s not fair, playing dirty like that, but before she can get a word out, Kirill is patting against the front of her hip, fingers only inches from grazing the front of her pussy. 

“Is okay. I win” She states, infuriatingly confident. Bolds ignores her, heads to the bar for another beer. Kirill can wait. She’ll have to if she wants her hundred bucks. 

The girl from the pool room stands there, leaning comfortably. Bolds can’t remember when she left, if she saw any of that. She hopes she hasn’t. It’s embarrassing enough that it happened. 

She smiles kind of crooked at Matt, doesn’t say anything, but that look conveys enough. She has a kind of weirdness to her that has Matt shivering a little as she looks the girl up and down. Her grin only splits wider when Matt looks in her eyes again. She gets her beer and turns away.

The girl follows. Kirill lights up to see both of them returning. She cocks her head and lines up for that final shot, calls her corner and gets it in the very one. Matt feels awkward just standing there watching. The curly girl is a step too close, easy enough when she rests a hand over the top of Matt’s ass. 

She almost wants to flinch away, but doesn’t. Kirill approaches them slow, still smirking. Only when she’s close does Bolds realize that she’s boxed in. Kirill’s hands find her hips, and she cocks her head again. 

“Rematch?”

[bisluthq]

When you quit drinking, did you replace that with something else? Like for me, I realized on the weekends if I have something planned, even as late as 3-4 PM, I won't drink that day cuz it's like I know later I need to drive to this thing and go interact with people and be normal. But if I don't have any concrete plans, if it's just like "I need to go to the grocery store at some point today, and then clean my bathroom" then I'm like "why shouldn't I have mimosas at 9 AM?" and then I end up getting completely smashed and can't go to the store later and can't effectively do any chores. I realized that about myself so now I schedule things with friends during the weekends, preferably earlier in the day, so then when I get home I'm like "now it's time to meal prep and clean, and maybe I'll have a glass of wine in a few hours with dinner". Idk I've gotten a lot better at cutting down alcohol, but those wide-open days for me just inevitably lead to me drinking early, even if I've said and committed that I don't want to. It's only when other people are involved in the plans ("I have to meet them here at 1" or whatever, vs "I should go to the store at 11") that I can stop myself drinking. So it's annoying, because I KNOW I can, I just don't have the discipline or willpower to do it if I'm not gonna be directly letting someone down. I don't have anywhere to be til 8 PM tonight lol so even though I was like "it'll be a sober Monday! I'm gonna clean my bathroom and declutter my closer" I still ended up drinking 2 beers and a glass of wine while doing that

ok so this was a lot of how my drinking went dude. Your story is FUCK relatable to me. Except for in the pandemic where I literally wasn’t leaving my house for obvious reasons and then my bed for depression reasons that I do think were interrelated to the drinking (although I’ve been feeling very down the last few days but I’m powering through with no alcohol), I was not a daily drinker and I never got drunk like before important activities or things that I was looking forward to (a few times I did get drunk before social things I was dreading but that’s a separate thing). But if I was just chilling at home, either on weekends as you say or late at night, I would often wind up drinking.

I haven’t replaced it with anything like in terms of substances. I do see myself as California sober not sober sober so I’m open to edibles and shrooms but the thing with me is I’ve never been someone who overindulges in that. It’s something I only do like when I’m with friends who are into that or just with my boyfriend and we want a trippy night. I *have* replaced it with actively getting into other hobbies again and I have a habit tracker where I’ve put in all the things I like to do and if I’m bored I go into the app and look at what I could do today. So personally I’ve got running, yoga, gym class, drawing, Duolingo, reading, this blog, journaling, writing fiction, whatever DIY project I’m busy with in terms of my little furniture stuff, meditation, etc and I track how many minutes and hours a day I spend on all that stuff outside of work which I obviously don’t count in my fun little app. I also try call friends or text with friends if I’m feeling bored like that. And then I’ve been making more complicated food instead of just popping shit in the air fryer or ordering takeout. I have a guitar that I haven’t played in like 10 years that I’m considering starting to play again.

But also it’s just a habit right (well obviously not with people who have physical addictions and there you need to be careful how you come off it) so just… break the habit. Again, I found quit lit really helpful and enjoyed the following books a lot: This Naked Mind, Not Drinking Tonight (it’s a bit heavy in psych babble so not for everyone but was really cool for me), Alcohol Lied To Me, Alcohol Explained, Soberful and maybe ESPECIALLY Sober Curious. There are a couple other really great ones but those stuck out to me. Also reading quit lit just helped me a lot because I was just like constantly drumming it into my head that I don’t need to/want to drink and that it’s the stuff that powers fucking rocket engines right like they use ethanol in rocket fuel lmao idk that I want to put that in my body (but I like Sober Curious in that maybe one day I might idk I don’t know that I want to say “I never ever will” or “I’m powerless over alcohol” because I’m def not lol - the problem is me not alcohol and not me in the sense that I’m like “broken” or whatever). So now I quite genuinely - for right now - don’t want to drink. I’m not holding myself back from it, I’m not counting days until I can again, I am not imposing moderation rules for me, I’m not looking for loopholes and I’m not promising lifelong abstinence. But I just don’t want to right now. We aren’t an alcohol free house - we’ve got fucktons of booze around - and my bf is still having his wine with dinner and beer when he does yard work and actually he even had a screwdriver for breakfast after he joined me for a run this past weekend because that’s what he wanted and I made him run pretty far. I’ve got it available. He is very proud of me and supportive of me not drinking but he also won’t like break up with me if I decide to start up again. I just… don’t want to. It’s better for me. I’m happier without… rocket fuel inside my body lmao because I’m a person and not a rocket ykwim?

This was very rambling but this topic makes me like that. My feeling is if you’re thinking about when you can and can’t drink, your relationship with alcohol isn’t healthy. Again to go back to my edibles thing, which I would have again quite easily, I’ve never in my life had more edibles than I intended to (I’ve had a max of two when my goal was to get fuck stoned and that’s what I did) and I also can’t tell you when I last had one or when I next will (I’ve got a bag of them in my desk but it’s sealed and it doesn’t tempt me). With alcohol I absolutely was counting sober days versus drinking days and how many drinks I had on a drinking day and whether or not a few glasses of wine “even counted” yk? And it was occupying a lot of time and space in my head, even when I wasn’t drinking. So that wasn’t like… healthy. Just removing it has given me a lot of energy and genuine desire to do a lot more hobbies that I like to do.

I also find I do a lot more chores lmao like I’ve always done my chores because I’m not a complete cunt but I often procrastinated with them and I get a lot of the regular ones I do done quicker and more frequently (like cleaning the kitchen), I do a lot more annoying ones more regularly (like taking stuff to the dry cleaners’ which I hated to do because I never drunk drove and like having out and about chores meant I can’t drink and if I did drink then I couldn’t take my stuff in lol so also getting my car washed was one of those too and also like washing my couches which I was doing maybe every two to three months but do every month since I quit drinking and that’s not about driving but it’s about not being able to sit on the couch when I undress it to wash it because obviously I sat on the couch drinking lol) and am more proactive with my DIY projects.

and in terms of what I’ve replaced it in terms of drinks, I’ve been making a lot of mixed drinks (so diet tonic, soda water, with a splash of cranberry juice and a splash of lime has been my favorite but I make other ones too), I drink Corona Zeros if we have people round, I’ve been making a lot more tea and coffee, and I’ve been drinking Diet Red Bull if I want “a buzz” lol. Also just sparkling water. And flavored sparkling water. Idk it’s been really easy once I decided on it and it keeps getting easier tbh not harder - like the first weekend I’d quit, we were sitting waiting for a takeaway and they didn’t have any AF beers on the menu and they advertised lassis but were out of them and I just didn’t order anything and felt a bit annoyed with my bf drinking his beer but that hasn’t happened again and idk I’ve been out and about and I’ve entertained at home and like I say it’s not that I don’t have it in the house or that I can’t say “cool look I did it for over 2 months so now I’m done like clearly I can stop whenever I want and now I want to start again” but I really just… don’t want to start again at this point.

Hope this helped a bit and just so you know your “boozestory” (as Ruby Warrington of Sober Curious calls it) is completely normal.

[dulcewrites]

I know you are not taking requests right now. But when you do, Is it possible that you could, if you are comfortable, to write Austin!Elvis proposing or eloping with black!reader? ❤️

You’re All I Need to Get By

Pairing: austin!elvis x black!reader (wc: 946)

Requested: yes (thank you)

Warnings: age gap, allusions to attachment issues and trauma from his mom’s passing. Honestly this is mostly very fluffy and sweet

A/N: This gonna take place around 1970/1971. Elvis was touring, but y’all are in Memphis during this time. He’s 35/36 while reader is 28. This song came on when I was writing it so I decided to name it after that (I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but I think I prefer the Aretha version to the tammi and Marvin one) Also when is tumblr gonna step their pussy game up and do Apple Music instead of Spotify 🤔

Elvis feels sick to his stomach. The type of nauseating gnawing he normally only experiences before performances… and sometimes while he watches a big Steelers game.

The party hasn’t even started yet, and he already doesn’t know what to do with himself. Maybe tonight isn’t the night. Maybe he should hold off, but this ring has been burning a hole in his pockets for months. He can’t chicken out now.

You’re zipping around the room like you always do when you get ready; not able to stay in one place. From the closet to your vanity, to the bathroom because “baby, the lighting is different”. Makeup done but hot rollers in your hair; pink silk robe and fuzzy slippers on.

“Ok, the red or the black,” you hold up two dresses and all Elvis can do is blink at them.

You sigh, picking up on his anxious energy, and stand in front of him between his legs.

“I know what this is about.”

“What,” he says it way too loud, looking up a little alarmed. Oh god, you probably found the ring. He should’ve listened to Jerry and gave it to someone to hold. He’s always been bad at keeping secrets.

“Honey, if the colonel calls you again while you’re taking time to yourself, just hand me the phone,” you push his hair from his forehead. “I’ll sure as hell set him straight.”

He looks up at you heart thumping. How the hell did he get this lucky? He can’t mess tonight up. It’s been four years since you’ve starting dating, and now his life has been split up into two times: before meeting you, and after meeting you.

The days in Hollywood started to blend together before meeting you. He remembers feeling like he got punched in the gut the moment he first saw you. It doesn’t hit him how unhappy he had been until he felt the happiness that comes with being with you. It didn’t take him long to realize he’s willing to go the ends of the earth to keep that happiness.

He remembers how much it took to get you to want to leave your home in California. For him, for this life; he knows it’s not easy.

Despite where and how he was raised, the idea of marriage scares him a little. A family that depends on him scares him. He knows he wants that with you. The forever and always. He thrives off having people he loves around.

But with commitment comes expectations, with expectations comes hard work, and hard work means people getting tired and leaving.

He couldn’t handled another person he loves this much leaving him.

Having this party to celebrate the tour wrapping seemed like a good excuse to have everyone in one place for the proposal. Everyone seems to know but you, which is probably a first for you Elvis thinks. You’re inquisitive and sharp, one of the many things he loves about you.

“I like the black,” you go back to looking in the full-length mirror at the dresses.

The anxious feelings only grow as he watches you continue to get ready. God help him.

“Man, I think it’s time,” Jerry whispers and Elvis swallows hard.

The party has been in full swing for a couple hours now. You two worked the room together before parting ways. Elvis spent a lot of the party working over what he wanted to say in head. Maybe he should’ve written something down.

He looks over at you giggling on the couch with some of the other ladies. Brown skin glittering and smile is bright. He loves you so much it kind of hurts.

“I think the man of the hour has something to say,” Jerry calls out, motioning for the music to get turned down.

Fuck.

A couple people give him knowing and encouraging looks. You flash him a curious smile, tilting your head to the side. In group situations like this, he normally ran what he wanted to say by you. Elvis clears his throat coming to center of the living room.

“I’m realizing why went into music and not speech givin’,” the room laughs at his joke.

He sticks one hand in his pocket fiddling with the ring box out of nervousness.

“First, I should thank everyone who went into helping me with the tour,” Elvis starts. “It was long and exhausting, but we did it.”

His eyes scan the room, giving grateful smiles to everyone. He stops when they get on you.

“And of course, I want to thank my baby,” he says shyly. A round of awes come from the people in the crowd. “I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you.”

You mouth ‘I love you’ to him. Elvis takes steps towards the couch before letting out a shaky breath. He gets down on one knee and your eyes widen. He pulls the ring box out.

“Yes! Holy shit yes!”

Your immediate reaction garners a cacophony of laughs from room, and Elvis beams.

“I haven’t asked yet,” he laughs.

“Right sorry, keep going,” your smile is so wide, and you’ve slid forward on the couch.

“Honey, will you marry me,” Elvis opens the ring box to reveal a sparking oval cut diamond surrounded by two smaller yellow diamonds. Holy shit was right you think.

“Yes,” you exclaim, and he puts the ring on your finger.

Your friends and family let out cheers and whistles when you two share a long kiss. He pulls you two up into a hug.

“I love Mrs. Presley,” he whispers in your ear.

“I love you more Mr. Presley.”

[chericarlisle]

You asked for Carlisle Cullen requests and I am here to deliver❤️ can I ask for a fic where the reader finally confesses to Carlisle they are in love with him? Preferably fluffy with some kisses 😌, I would also prefer the reader not be a doctor or nurse if possible! Thank you so much!

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐜.𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x human reader

(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐚/𝐧: i hope you enjoy this! i tried to think of a way to get the two to meet, but have it still correlate! so the reader will be Alice’s friend :) thank you for requesting <3 please know that the reader is NOT a minor!!!

For the years that you had attended Forks High, you had grown close to a certain Cullen daughter, Alice. Her personality was that of a pink rose and its symbolism. She was more than one could want in a best friend, and between her amazing advice or sense of fashion, there was never a dull moment. 

Unlike a majority of the students, Alice was genuine and welcoming, causing the two of you to grow close as friends. It made you feel like high school wasn’t so bad after all.

As you talked more and more with Alice, you often wondered why the rest of her family was so reserved. They rarely interacted with any one else who didn’t share the last name ‘Cullen’. Alice, though, was the exception, having branched out to you.

 It seemed that being friends with Alice was something that was a package deal because on occasion, she’d bring along her boyfriend Jasper. You didn’t question their family dynamic as Alice had already explained in simplest terms who they were. It was a much better definition than what Jessica had told you and the rest at that table on the first day. Looking back, it was more petty gossip than it was useful information.

For the first summer, you didn’t see much of Alice and rather texted her much more. You’d invite her over, but it appeared that they were on a long family vacation that summer. It was then that you truly realized that you knew nothing about Alice, let alone the Cullens, aside from what you had been told at school. 

There was something that constantly affected Alice’s decision making, along with her siblings, but you didn’t yet know that factor, and you wouldn’t for a while. Instead, you let your mind consume the harsh option that Alice wasn’t exactly the person you thought she was. Maybe she really was just like the rest of the Forks High students. 

Fortunately, your fears were consoled that next school year.

After much consideration, Alice eventually invited you over to her house where you officially met the rest of the Cullens. Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper acted so much differently than they did at school in the way that they even acted at all. Normally, they would just go through the school day rarely interacting with any one or anything else but themselves. It made you curious as to why they weren’t like this at school. They seemed to be such lovely people so why would they be so monotonous for eight grueling hours of the day. 

You were able to see where they got those characterful values from. Well, more so who.

Dr. Carlisle Cullen, their adoptive father who looked too young to be a father at all and was so perfect that he must’ve been a hallucination. 

Since that moment three years ago, you’d gone over almost every other weekend to do whatever extravagant thing Alice had planned for you. She hadn’t had a real friend in so long that she wanted to make up for all the missed time. 

Over the course of time, the man, who you knew only as Dr. Cullen, had caught your eye. His compassionate mannerism and old fashioned style was something that just seemed to make you fall head over heels. At the mere sight of Dr. Cullen, the heat of your cheeks would make itself known and you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into yourself. Whenever he spoke, you shamefully latched onto every word, his voice ever so comforting. The small smile resting on his lips whenever he spoke to you added even more charm and there was no hope left for you. This man made you swoon and you were so embarrassed over the fact that he was the adoptive father of your best friend. 

High school graduation arrived in no time and along with it a huge family secret. A family secret that wasn’t yours, but once again, relating to the Cullens. 

The family revealed it at a dinner, which was a rare occasion, considering that you hadn’t ever really seen them eat. You came over to their house like any other visit, except this time, the inviting smell of a freshly cooked dinner greeted you at the door. 

The lovely dinner and charming smiles were all just the calm before the storm. Playful conversation ceased and suddenly Carlisle was speaking on behalf of everyone at the table. In a matter of seconds, it went from ‘casual family dinner' to ‘game show questionnaire' that was borderline an interrogation with the lack of feedback you were receiving. None of the Cullens, not even Alice, would confirm or deny any inquiries that left your mouth, leaving you to your own judgment. It was almost like your speculation was crucial to ending the slew of questions. 

Eventually, you drew up the conclusion that they were vampires. You said this with such lighthearted intent that you were waiting for the big joke until you scanned the tables and saw their emotionless expressions.

All that you could really remember was falling from your dinner chair with Carlisle, who was sitting right beside you, catching your fall before you became close friends with the hardwood floor. 

Needless to say, it took a moment to process this information, but you still continued on with Alice and her family. They were still the same Cullens you had known since the beginning and a small sliver of their real life wasn’t going to change who they were to you.

A couple of months later, you were spending the night with Alice for the weekend. She wanted to go visit Seattle for the day and do some holiday shopping. You readily agreed, remembering that you had to get some gifts for your own family. Shopping with Alice was always an experience, but an entertaining time nonetheless.

You had gotten there Friday night as both you and Alice planned to leave the next morning. There was no point in leaving now as the stores had been closed for at least a couple of hours. 

Walking in the living room, you saw Emmett and Rosalie thoroughly invested in a comedy on tv. You had invited Rosalie to go shopping, but long hours with Alice in a store was not an activity for the less patient and she knew this. Edward was apparently missing from the scene, but Jasper, who was standing afar, greeted you and said that he was out with Bella. Jasper had finally loosened up around you, and after the family’s confession, you understood why he looked so uncomfortable all the time. The willpower these people had astonished you. 

Alice had disappeared after letting you in and it wasn’t until she returned with Dr. Cullen in tow, that you truly noticed she was gone. You bashfully greeted the doctor to which he returned with his signature smile that could make you melt. 

“I know this is bad timing, (y/n),” Alice walked to stand beside you, “But I have to go hunt, as do my siblings. You’ll stay here with Carlisle. He doesn’t need to go with us right now and we can't leave you alone.” By the end, the petite vampire was smirking and you jokingly scowled at her little plan. She knew of your silly crush on Carlisle and would relentlessly tease you about it, as a best friend would. 

Before you could even answer, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice were out of the room without so much as a peep. You shook your head at Alice’s sneakiness, forgetting for a second that a certain someone was left with you.

“How about I make you some dinner, (y/n)?” 

The way he said your name was something you could never handle. It just rolled off his tongue like any other word would, but with the hint of his accent, it sounded so lovely.

“I don’t mean to be a nuisance. Dr. Cullen.” 

Already flustered with the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to bother Dr. Cullen any more than you thought you’d already done. 

As if he could read minds, the blonde stopped in his tracks to face you. “Please, call me Carlisle and you are never an inconvenience, (y/n). Besides, I’ve already hunted so I’m more than happy to be here with you.” 

Carlisle, being kind as usual, shouldn’t have said such words because your brain was currently going into a frenzy as his thoughtfulness. If it was possible, your heart must’ve been beating faster than what would be considered healthy for someone actively working out. 

You weren’t able to find the words, but instead able to offer what you hoped was an endearing grin.

In the kitchen, Carlisle searched the desolate fridge in hopes of finding some food. The kitchen and its appliances were more of decor than they ever were useful. 

After a minute or two, Carlisle closed the freezer door of the fridge, a pack of steak in his hand. 

“It seems steak will have to do tonight.” 

You shot him a pleased look. “You can’t go wrong with steak.” Famous last words.

While you insisted on cooking your own food, Carlisle returned the same persistence and eventually you gave in. 

The two of you carried on a conversation while he cooked. Talking with him seemed so natural that for a moment, you weren’t nervous about talking to this man.

Carlisle plated the steak and brought it before you, an excited look painted on your face. He sat down beside you and eagerly waited to see how the steak turned out. At first, you felt a bit bad that he wasn’t going to eat anything, especially after all the trouble he had gone through.

“Carlisle, are you sure you’re fine? It just feels so wrong eating in front of you like this!” 

He chuckled, quickly placing his hand on your own to reassure you. “I’m fine, truly. I just hope it’s edible.” 

You grabbed the steak knife, jokingly rolling your eyes at his statement. Upon cutting into the steak, an unpleasant rush of cow blood came out revealing that the steak was far from even being rare. 

Immediately your plate was being scooped up and brought to the kitchen counter where you joined Carlisle. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s been some time since I’ve cooked anything and it seems that I haven’t caught up with modern cooking principles.” Carlisle looked a bit sheepish at the moment and you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from your lips. You weren't sure if it was the unintentional term of endearment or his adorable attempt at cooking. Either way, Carlisle was relieved to see that you weren’t upset, but rather enjoying this moment. 

You stepped up beside Carlisle at the stovetop, shoulders touching as you reached across for the seasonings. “Here, we should probably season the steak a bit and clean off the pan.” 

As you continued to do your own thing and guide Carlisle in cooking, he carefully took each word of your advice.

“See, you did everything right, Carlisle. It was just the heat and time that threw off the doneness of the steak, a bit.” Your words ended with a small twinkle as you turned to face the man who’d been so intently watching. He seemed to be so entranced at the moment… and by you. 

It was like time was frozen and everything moved in slow motion, something you’d only see in a cheesy movie scene, except you were living it. Suddenly, life sped up and Carlisle’s cold hand was cupping your face and bringing you in for a kiss. You were happy that this was how you’d “confess” your love to Carlisle because words weren’t exactly your strong spot given the circumstances.

You two stayed lip locked for the longest moment in time, just pure bliss. It seemed like the kiss would never end until the smell of burnt oil hit your nose. Carlisle could feel you smiling against his lips and you began to peep out a small laugh. 

“I think we overcooked this one a little too much.”

a/n: i’m sorry if this is cringe-worthy, i wrote this at 12:30 am. i swear it will get better lol i just need to stop writing at ungodly hours of the night--