#this. might not get posted today I have something very special planned for this ask :)

[cloud-the-forgotten]

Oh. Ohohoho :) /positive

[ramp-it-up]

... As Hard as I Did

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Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Now he knows he wants more than just one night with you, so much more. Do you feel the same?

Word count: 1.9K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after KYD IV, but I feel it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Bucky is in love. The angst! The fluff! The morning after! Bucky wakes you up the best way he knows how, thorough female receiving oral sex, edging, manual sex, teabagging, squirting, nipple play, begging, use of Daddy, bukakke, cum play, Bucky cooks for you, google translate Romanian, the "L" word, allusions to cock riding.

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James Bucky Barnes had slipped and fallen in love.

Steve was so right.

It came out of the blue last Monday when he met with you about a painting, and here he was the very next Sunday morning, holding you in his arms. The ruse of him being a fully legitimate art dealer and not a crime boss had been quickly done away with by the media and your friends, and the fantasy of wooing you met the reality that you did not come to play.

You called Bucky on his bullshit and that made him fall even harder for you. He was honest about his plan to go legit and careful with your feelings, not immediately turning to physicality as he did with every other woman. There was something special about you that was worth the wait.

The five days had been an eternity for both of you, and Bucky had been like a teenager, unable to last very long. He was determined to set that right today, and also to tell you how he felt.

Bucky Barnes knew very little fear, but wondering if you returned his feelings was shaking him to the core.

He held to his original dream of making you smile at him forever, but those dreams had grown to thoughts of a life together, a home you could build together, and the thought of what kids together might look like.

Bucky smiled and held you closer as you snuggled deeper into his embrace and threw your leg over his hip. He caressed the soft skin of your thigh as he argued with himself. He was too old for this; he would be an old man when your kids were just going to college, but that didn’t stop him from making Steve go with him to Cartier yesterday after your event.

Steve grumbled, but he was still smitten with you from his conversation with you yesterday, so he didn’t protest the 5 carat purchase that Bucky made. His best friend just asked Bucky some pertinent questions like:

Had Bucky told you that he loved you?

Did you love him?

Did you even want to get married? To a criminal?

Did you want to have kids with Bucky?

Bucky just stared at Steve, creating the opportunity to goad him.

“But all that aside. If you don’t lock her down, I just might. I’ll close the deal swiftly.”

That left Bucky’s blood to boil while he prepared for dinner last night, but when he opened the door and saw you standing there, every negative vibe left his vicinity.

And now, you were here, warm and beautiful, and naked, in his grip. He was going to take full advantage of the few hours you might gift him today. He didn’t want to risk you running away after he told you his feelings.

He lifted your thigh and positioned himself most where he needed to be.

—--

You moaned in your sleep. You dreamed that Bucky was eating you out again, but you couldn’t quite feel his kisses and slurps to your folds, only whispers of sensation, like air. It was so frustrating, so you grabbed Buckys’ hair and scratched his scalp, trying to encourage him to be rougher.

He moaned and you smiled, calling his name.

“James, please….”

Your eyes fluttered open to the unfamiliarity of Bucky’s bedroom in the morning light. Your legs were spread wide and Bucky’s head was pillowed on your thigh, his hot breath teasing your pussy. 

“What are you doing?”

You looked down to see him staring at your most intimate parts and smiling.

“Mmmm. Good morning Frumoasă. I’m about to check an item off my long list of what I want to do to you…”

He pursed his lips and softly kiss your lower ones. You shivered and continued playing in his hair. You laughed, music to Bucky’s ears. He smiled up at you.

“Oh, so you have a list, do you?”

“Yes, an extensive one at that. I will show you later, but right now…”

Bucky moved to kneel and shoved his hands under your ass, serving you up to him as on a platter. His eyes moved from your fluttering cunt up your soft belly and your beautiful breasts to your face. He leaned forward to give you a sound smack on the lips.

“I was wondering if I was going to get a good morning kiss.”

That eyebrow arched and he moved down your body again.

“That’s all in my plan, Frumoasă. Just be patient. ”

You pulled Bucky’s hair as his long, thick tongue licked through you to your soul. You shuddered and Bucky smiled, then those lips took hold of your clit and sucked ruthlessly as he brought one hand up to push two fingers inside you, the squelch of your wetness so gloriously obscene. He stopped and just pumped those fingers inside you, listening.

“Hear how wet you are for me? It’s a dream come true.”

You reached with grabby hands for him to stimulate your clit as all he did was fuck you with his fingers and hold you open for him. You were on the edge of madness. And it seemed that was where Bucky wanted you.

“Jamie….”

“Atât de nerăbdătoare Frumoasă. savurați momentul.”

Somehow, you knew he was telling you to wait. 

“Please, please, please James. Eat your pussy please!”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back into his head. You begging was his weakness, what he wanted to hear from since day one. Then he realized what you’d said.

“... Did you say… that this pussy was mine?”

You smirked at him, feeling the brat.

“Maybe…”

Bucky frowned and slapped your clit, causing sparks of pain and pleasure to roll up your spine and wetness to gush out over his fingers.

“Ow! Yes! Yes! This pussy is yours, Daddy, please eat it.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and his cock, which was hard against his abdomen, jumped.

“Seems you know the magic words, Frumoasă.” 

Bucky rewarded you with his mouth clamped over your clit and his eyes locked on yours as you watched his tongue working in his jaw. He was eating you out like a professional. You arched into his face, clit hart and throbbing, ready to give him…

He pulled away as you gasp/screamed in outrage, then whimpered and pouted.

“Please Daddy!”

“Oh, you’re ruining me, I can tell. But tell me, Frumoasă, tell me…”

He regarded you now with a new possessiveness. Impossibly, it made you wetter.

“What else of yours is mine?”

You squirmed under his attention and he rewarded you with another finger in your cunt and all three curled against that electric spot within you.

“What about this ass?”

His pinky bullied into your tighter hole, and you arched as he leaned down to suck your clit like saltwater taffy.

“Oh shittttttt! Yes! Fuck yessss.”

Bucky was grinding his cock against the sheets now, possessed by the sight, taste, and feel of you in his hands. He could actually taste that you were close now, and he wanted it almost as much as you did, but he abandoned you again. He looked up at your body.

“What about those glorious tits?”

He reached up to pluck both of them of them ruthlessly over and over as he continued to finger fuck you. His breath was ragged and his face a mask of desire, but he still had a modicum of control.

“They are next on my list.”

“W-what do you mean?” 

You were thrilled and scared at the same time.

“Nu-ți face griji pentru ea frumos, doar ai răbdare.”

And his face was busy again between your legs, which were shaking around his ears. He held one down with one hand as he fucked you with the other.

“Shit, Daddy! I’m gonna….fuck! I’m gonna…”

Bucky nodded and looked up at you, then he told you to cum with his fingers and you shattered, gushing into his mouth and all over his bed.

Bucky leaned up and groaned as he played in your wetness, using that hand to begin to jack himself over your shuddering body.

“Can I come all over you, Frumoasă?”

“Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky groaned and then manhandled your nipples.

“Cum all over me, Jamie.”

Then he roared as you moved so that you could suck his balls.”

“Holy, shhhhhhitttttttt!”

You were circling your own clit as the first hot drops of his cum sprayed over your already heated body. You came one more time as he focused on your breasts and left a hot, sticky mess all over you.

Your eyes were closed as your shivered because Bucky’s hot mouth was sucking his spend off your nipples. He alternated between kisses, bites, and laps against your skin.

“James! Gotdamn! I–”

“I know, I know, Frumoasa. But I can’t get enough...suportă-mă, iubito…”

—---

Later that Sunday, around noon, you sat, twice showered, marked, edged, and fucked to within an edge of your life as you ate the brunch that Bucky made you. You were ensconced in one of his plain white tee shirts and some of his boxer briefs and socks, and he was looking at you hungrily.

You laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Bucky smirked, happier than he’d been in a good while.

“Do you want more…?”

Despite the debauched things you’d spent the morning doing, you blushed and looked down at your plate. You felt like a slut. But in a good way. You loved sex with Bucky. It seemed like even his pleasure was focused on you. It was unlike any other relationship you’d ever had.

“I’m sorry. Do you regret it?”

Bucky stopped eating and tipped your head up by your chin with his fingers. He looked worried and you melted. You bit your lip and decided to go for it.

“No. Because I love you.”

Bucky’s fork clattered to his plate and his eyes grew wide while your bright smile faded. Then he frowned.

“Fuck.”

He looked mad.

“I- I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s too soon. I’m sorry, just forget that I said that.”

“No! Shit…”

Bucky grabbed your head and kissed you, the strawberries and cream from the waffles flooding your senses as his tongue found yours. When he was done, he grinned at you.

“I was pissed for a second, but not at you. What you just said is all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you, too and here you are, saying it first.”

You rolled your eyes, although your soul soared. You pulled away and took another bite of food.

“It’s not a competition, James.”

You said it through a full mouth.

“Hmmmm. Maybe not. But I do love you more.”

He took another, bigger bite of food and you shook your head at him.

“You are insufferable.”

Bucky grinned.

“Get used to it if you’re gonna be my girl.”

“Your girl? Oh?”

Bucky wiped his mouth, then picked you up and placed you on his lap.

“Y/N L/N. I love you. And I want to figure this thing out between us. I want you to be my girlfriend while I figure out how to be the best man for you. Then maybe… “

You stopped him with your finger on his lips.

“Listen. One step at a time, Jamie. I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. You are the best man for me. My man. I’m along for the ride.”

Bucky kissed you, then stood up and threw you over his shoulder as he moved to his couch.

“Speaking of riding. There’s my list to attend to.”

You screamed and laughed as Bucky slapped your ass. 

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[reikiss]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

tags : fluff!!! gn reader. est relationship. 1.2k words. a/n : ik v-day is over but i just have to post one just bcs !!! this is sooo late bcs school is a pain in the ass. reblogs are highly encouraged and very much appreciated! <3

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

"Hey, did you know it's Valentine's Day today?"

"What?"

"Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is." You teased him, not really expecting that he might not know. Yet he looks down, looking a little shy.

Wait, is this for real? He actually doesn't know??

You cleared your throat to mask your giggle. "Well, for your information, it's a special day to spend with loved ones and friends."

You leave out the part where it's focused on lovers, thinking you might sound like you're hinting something. Little did you know he actually knew what today was and found it quite cute how you brought it up.

"Ahh right." He says as if he finally remembered. He tries his best to refrain from grinning so much and showing his intentions.

"Then..." he trailed off, slowly meeting your eyes as you looked at him.

"Shall we go out later?"

The first time you saw him, you already knew that you would inevitably fall for this precious man, and when he speaks so softly and genuinely while holding such warmth and fondness in his eyes while looking at you, you can't help but get weak in the knees and fall for him all over again (as if you don't already do everyday). "S-sure. I'm looking forward to it."

He blessed your eyes with such a gorgeous smile. "Great. Where do you want to go?"

You end up dropping by the plaza where countless stalls are set up, a variety of foods and gifts being sold. You both ate snacks and took pictures, enjoying every second of the time spent together.

As it was getting late, you both decided to call it a day, but not before Xavier got back as he wanted to check out something. You were surprised that he came back with a bouquet in his hands.

"I told the old man I chatted with earlier while I was going around that I would come back and buy some flowers from him. He said I should give it to someone I consider dearest to me."

He slowly hands it to you, a warm smile on his lips. "Thank you for today, I had such a great time. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did, and I hope you'll accompany me to celebrate this day every year."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

You find yourself in front of Dr. Zayne's office after you intentionally scheduled an appointment with him on February 14. Although he might be busy, you were planning to ask him out today if ever that he was free.

You take in a deep breath. After knocking, you hear him respond with a "Come in."

After everything has been settled and finding that you're as healthy as you can be, you immediately started another conversation. "What are your plans today?"

He looks at you and his face is normal as usual, though you thought you saw a glimpse of surprise on his face for a split second. "Not much, just some paperwork left and I'm done for the day. Why'd you ask?"

Right. Of course he had things to do. "Nothing, just curious."

"What about you? Do you have plans left for today?"

"Nope. I'll just be heading home."

"If you're not in a rush to head home and call it a day, would you care to wait for a few more minutes and go out with me afterwards?"

You were taken aback by how straightforward he is that you embarassingly choke on nothing.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine really." You speak after putting back enough air in your lungs. "Sure, I'll be waiting here. Take your time."

He smiles at you before facing the computer and focusing while you sit there scrolling on your phone. (little did you know deep down he's happy that his plan was a success as he actually already made up his mind that he would spend today with you)

It didn't take long before he was finished. It's as if he unlocked 100% of his brain power.

You end up walking in the plaza, buying food and playing games. Of course, Zayne always lets you win whether he plans it or not. He didn't really mind losing to you. How could he when he couldn't help but stare at you that he loses focus?

It was starting to get dark while you were taking a stroll. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you before Zayne broke it. "Look, they're your favorite, aren't they?" He points at a stall selling flowers and the ones you love were right at the front. He buys them and hands the bouquet to you.

"What for? You didn't have to." Yet you gave a smile, appreciating the gesture.

"I wanted to buy them for you. They really do suit you. Think of it as my thanks for spending the day with me... and as an invitation celebrate again next year with me."

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

You went inside Rafayel's residence, having been called by him.

"Ah! There you are, bodyguard-san." He welcomes you as soon as he sees you let yourself in.

"So, why'd you call me over in the middle of work? Good thing I don't have a mission today."

"Well, besides the fact that I just wanted to see you, I want you to accompany me to the plaza later."

Your ears perked up at his words, but you were unsure as to what was the meaning behind his invitation.

Is this it? Is he asking me out? Or did he just have some business to tend to there?

"What for? There's gonna be a pretty big crowd there later."

He cleared his throat before answering. "I'm just curious as to what's all the ruckus about since Thomas mentioned there'd be some kind of celebration today."

"Ahh it's probably because it's Valentine's Day."

"And what are we celebrating?"

"Well..." you pause, thinking of a simple way to explain. "It's a day of giving love and spending time with loved ones." but it's mostly celebrated by couples. You leave out that part, not knowing why it felt embarrassing to highlight that detail.

"I see. You humans and your celebrations, I'll never understand."

You chuckle at his dramatics, "and why is that?"

"Shouldn't every day should be a day spent with loved ones anyways? Don't you think so?" he said in a as-a-matter-of-fact way before sighing. "I would spend everyday like that, unlike some people."

You roll your eyes but smile anyways at your adorable and clingy boyfriend.

"To commemorate your traditions, why don't we just start now and spend the entire day together?"

And that's exactly what you did. You started out by hanging at his place, attempting to draw a portrait of one another. Of course he nails his art, but yours ended up more of an abstract rather than a portrait. When afternoon came, you two dropped by the plaza and tried almost all of the food.

By the end of the day, walks you home. Standing outside your apartment complex, he pulls out flowers from his coat and hands them to you.

Smiling, you take them from him. "They're lovely, thank you."

"I'm glad you like them." He shows you his killer smile. "Today is dedicated to spending time with people who're important to us, but let's try to spend everyday this way. What d'you say?"

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[naomijoestar]

Hi! Your headcanons for Narancia were very cute :)) Can I request some general headcanons of him as a boyfriend? Take your time and I hope you're doing better ❤️

Masterlist here <3

Hello! I am sososoosososo sorry for the extremely late reply oh my God, I have just been so busy working on my birthday special post but now that it’s finally done I am back! I hope you enjoy this and I hope the wait was worth it ;( <3 I’m so sorry!

Narancia as a boyfriend headcanons

- He’s a bit oblivious to romantic gestures at times. When he tries to plan something sweet, he might stumble or get flustered, but his efforts are genuinely adorable

- Expect a steady stream of silly nicknames. He’ll come up with random ones on the spot, changing them depending on his mood or what’s happening

- He’ll bring you small, random gifts—like snacks he thought you’d like or a flower he picked up on his way back from a mission

- Narancia loves to share his food with you, even if it means having to fight the urge to keep it all for himself. When he offers you a bite, it’s a real act of love

- His gestures might sometimes come off as a little clumsy or over-the-top, but he always means well. Whether it’s helping you with something or offering a shoulder to cry on, he’s there, even if he’s a bit awkward

- He’ll show you his favorite music and sing loudly along to the songs, even if he’s a bit off-key. Music is how he expresses his feelings, so he’ll always try to find songs that remind him of you

- Narancia absolutely loves holding your hand. Whether you’re walking down the street or just sitting together, he’ll keep your fingers laced with his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze every now and then to remind you he’s there

- He’s always surprising you with sudden hugs, wrapping you up tightly without warning. He loves burying his face in your shoulder, saying that it “just feels right.”

- He’ll text you little things like “Thinking about you!” or “I saw something that reminded me of you today!” with a million emojis. He’s not the best at texting, but he loves staying connected when he’s away

- Narancia might not be the best artist, but he leaves you doodles and little notes whenever he can. Sometimes they’re just a quick “I love you!” or a little stick figure drawing of you both

- Sometimes you catch him staring at you with this soft, adoring expression on his face. When you ask what he’s looking at, he’ll just grin and say, “Just admiring my gorgeous partner.”

- Narancia loves playing with your hair, especially if you’ve got it down. He’ll tousle it playfully or pretend to braid it, saying he’s just “helping” keep it nice

- Narancia’s kisses are warm and gentle, often pressed to your forehead or cheek. He’s shy at first but grows bolder, sometimes even peppering your face with kisses just to see you smile

- He loves staying in and cuddling. You’ll end up in a cozy heap on the couch, wrapped in blankets, as he plays with your fingers or your hair, content just to be close to you

- Narancia loves whispering sweet little things when you’re alone, like “You’re my everything” or “I’m so lucky to have you.” It’s almost like he’s worried saying it too loud will scare you

- Narancia gets flustered easily when talking about his feelings, but every now and then, he’ll quietly tell you, “You know I love you, right?” with the softest look in his eyes

- He finds forehead kisses super comforting and will gently press his lips to your forehead as a way of saying, “I’m here, and I care about you.”

- Narancia gravitates toward you, often leaning his head on your shoulder or holding onto your arm. He finds comfort in just being near you and will sneak in close, even in crowded places

- He playfully teases you, like joking about who’s stronger, but he’s always gentle with it. After a playful comment, he’s quick to follow up with a soft, “You know I’m just kidding—you’re perfect.”

- Whether it’s a picture of you two or something small you gave him, Narancia keeps it close. He’s not shy about showing it off either, telling people, “Look at what my partner got me!”

- He tries really hard to impress you, whether it’s with a new skill, a small surprise, or a simple magic trick. He loves when you compliment him for his efforts, and he’ll glow with pride

- When you’re together, Narancia will dream out loud, talking about things you’ll do together in the future, like traveling, building a home, or even just growing old side by side

- Being around you brings him a kind of peace he didn’t know he could have. He’ll lean into your touch and tell you that you make him feel safe, something he doesn’t take for granted

I hope you liked this! Again I’m so sorry for making you wait so long :,) I tried compensating by giving more headcanons than I usually do and I hope these meet your expectations!

If you liked this make sure to check out my other work <3 If you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

[xxsycamore]

❝ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ❞

╰┈➤ What's so special about a leap day?

Napoleon Bonaparte/MC; Arthur Conan Doyle • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Fluff and Humor; Leap Day; Lovers' Quarrel; Engagement Proposal; Traditions • wordcount: 1,600 • masterlist

a/n: This fic was born out of the stupid idea "hey it would be so fun and unique to have a napo fic written and posted on a leap day", so here it is, a 5*/SSR rarity napo fic. It was supposed to be short and funny but I'm emotional now........

It's a particularly tranquil afternoon; a day like any other with nothing at all special about it - at least that's how it seems.

MC swings her legs back in forth in thought, seated on top of the kitchen counter as she listens to the ambience of Napoleon drying the pile of washed dishes for her. He insisted! He's sweet like that. But she'll be needing more help with the trouble inside her head, so she voices it out...

"Hey, Napoleon?"

"Hmm?"

"Shouldn't we be doing something more special today?"

"...?"

Napoleon settles down another glass and pauses before he can produce more of those squicky glass sounds.

"Am I forgetting something about today?"

"...Nothing much, it's just... today is February 29th!"

"..."

Napoleon takes another glass to wipe, after all.

He also snrks, which is worse than the squeaking noises, but doesn't dismiss the conversation altogether just yet.

"So you want to do something more special today because it's a leap day?"

"I was thinking, if we do anything outstanding today, it would be extra worth remembering because we'll only get to celebrate the anniversary of it every four years!"

"People born today would like to differ."

"Napoleon!"

"Okay Nunuche, I got you. So? Any ideas?"

"I was going to ask... what would you usually do back in the day on February 29th? Like when you were the emperor?"

...

"Haha!!"

"W-what so funny about it..."

"I like how colorful you imagine those days to be. I'm sorry to disappoint but it was just another day for me."

"Oh."

Noticing MC's frown, Napoleon drops his casual aura at once and instead adopts a very serious look on his face, pausing his activity as to emphasize what he says next.

"I see now. This day must hold some kind of importance for you - either because of the place you come from or the time you come from. I didn't mean to joke about it."

"Oh? No there's nothing like that, I just thought it was cool."

...

"Bhahaha!!! Hahahah!"

"Okay I'm really starting to get mad at you now!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just- you're the cutest."

"...Let's just get done with those dishes already so we can plan our day!"

***

"It's also called Bachelor's Day. I know about this legend from my parents and I made the mistake of sharing it with a pretty bird once, four years ago. Bad idea. Now I'll have to hide in the mansion all day."

Arthur throws a look at the outside world from behind the curtain, either in yearning for his precious social life, or perhaps in fear that he'll see a woman stalking him from there. Napoleon lets out a small cough because his curiosity is eating him up. Not about Arthur's inner turmoils but about that intriguing Irish legend he's talking about.

Arthur turns his attention back to the pair and his eyes light up in mischief. When he first spotted them making their way downstairs and gave them a casual greeting, he had no idea they'd ask him for ideas as to how to spend the day... Seems like things can still get interesting.

"So, about that. You might want to listen carefully, MC."

MC's eyes dart to Napoleon for a second, and they're marked with confusion just like hers. She nods and lets Arthur talk.

"According to the legend, St. Brigid struck a deal with St. Patrick to balance the roles of men and women and gave the latter a day to propose to their partner instead of the other way around. Meaning that you get to propose to Napoleon today."

Eyes widening in shock, MC takes a step back as she waves her hands in the air in refusal.

"Wait, what?? I-I'm- I'm not doing that! It's so sudden and this is supposed to be a special moment and-"

"I thought you find the day quite special, Nunuche."

"Could it be... that you don't want to propose to Naps? Tsk, I didn't expect that, MC."

"No- NO! You're both getting it wrong!"

Switching between looking at Napoleon and Arthur and then at Napoleon again, MC hates to see the sadness in her lover's jade gaze, not able to tell if he's faking it or not. If it was the other way around- maybe she too would get upset, even if it all started as a joke, even then-

"Aww, but you two lovebirds haven't heard the rest of it yet! Napoleon has every right to refuse even if you, MC, actually decide to propose to him. But if he does so, he'll have to buy you twelve pairs of gloves. So you can cover your embarrassingly ring-less hands for the duration of the year."

"Twelve??!!"

This time it's Napoleon's turn to exclaim in disbelief.

Which in turn makes MC gasp.

"What are you sounding so scared for?? Are you planning to refuse my proposal? Napoleon? Napoleon???"

"...And you see, that's why I have to hide in here today. Ever since the word spread among my circles, I've been buried in engagement proposals. The little vixens are surely after the gloves, they know me better than to expect a positive answer!"

Arthur muses mostly to himself, rubbing the tip of his shoe in the carpet. The couple is way too focused on their little lovers' quarrel to pay him attention, and he's neither too amused in spicing up their love life, nor too worried about them. They'll figure it out for sure.

"Alright then, back to writing it is. It's an awful day to hole up inside, you two go ahead and use it to its best extent. Don't worry about me."

***

Arthur was right. In fact, making up after that quarrel doesn't even happen, because it isn't even necessary. Or so it seems.

The rest of the available residents have no interesting ideas for Napoleon and MC, as some of them are straight-up perplexed as to why it even matters. Luckily for MC, Napoleon takes all the credit for the strange idea, receiving the weird looks as a result. Some others, however, like Vincent and Sebastian, are supportive and even try to come up with something, like trying a new hobby or doing an activity they've been putting off.

In the end, the day rolls to its end with no great adventures to remember, but not without fun either. Basking in the afternoon light of day longer than the previous, MC and Napoleon take a seat on the mansion's rooftop to watch the sunset. They're both a little too quiet.

Napoleon begins first.

"You have all the right to be mad at me... but... I gotta say it again. I'd never refuse any proposal from you. A proper one, a spontaneous one - well-prepared or clumsy, on a regular day or on a special one. It's you who matters, it's because it's you that I don't care for anything else in the world. I want to be- no, I already am yours, Nunuche."

MC looks at Napoleon with wide eyes, taking in every word. Her lower lip begins to tremble as if she's about to cry, and she turns away from Napoleon.

"Nunuche? Are you alright-"

It's in the very last second that Napoleon notices she's actually reaching inside her pocket, and suddenly in front of him is-

"Stop trying to get ahead of me, didn't you listen to how the legend goes? Ahem... Napoleon, will you be mine?"

It's a... paper ring. Pieced together as if in a rush, Napoleon's mind is quickly getting occupied with the question of how she managed to do this in the short period of time they weren't together today - they were basically stuck together like glue. But that's just part of the reason why he's so speechless right now.

"I would have done this way sooner but I just had no idea what to make a ring out of! See, that's why I had such a problem with that tradition! Ugh, if only bottles in this age came with the little plastic ring-"

"Whatever that means."

"Napoleon-"

Before he can say anything stupid again, Napoleon dedicates to making it as proper as he can, breathing in and taking hold of MC's hand, bringing it over his heart. It's something he's already done before, and he already gets why MC is so mad about the lack of preparation.

"I'll be repeating myself here but... I'm already yours."

The hand placed on Napoleon's chest trembles a little as it clings to the fabric, and soon MC turns it into an embrace, burying her face into his shoulder. Napoleon can hear her sobbing, and tries to make her smile, even if the tears are for sure ones of happiness.

"I'm sorry but, no new gloves for you."

It works, of course it does. She wouldn't be proposing to him if such stupid jokes weren't doing it for her - in fact, she's probably prepared to hear them for the rest of her life.

"By the way, you have the chance to do the funniest thing and propose to Arthur."

And it works again.

"Wouldn't you be jealous though?"

"...Yes, I would be."

MC rests her head on Napoleon's shoulder as they watch the scenery; even if she's actually watching the paper ring standing proudly on Napoleon's finger, from the corner of her vision. They're back to being silent, but the serene calmness in the air is evident this time. MC is the first to break it.

"...It's a sunset like any other."

"I can't wait to see it again with you in four years."

a/n: Arthur's parents have an Irish background so I imagined that's how he knows about the tradition! It was fun researching this when trying to think of a plot for the fic...

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Gilded Constellations | THE INTERLUDE

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Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Hey Lovelies, welcome to “The Interlude” of Gilded Constellations. We’ve basically already gotten to 100 k words in this story and that’s absolutely insane!!! Which is why I thought of doing a little thing where I could interact with my readers. As a thank you for being there and supporting me so much through this journey. 

And so… this little Q&A was born. Those who didn't get to ask their questions, don’t worry my darlings, my ask will be open all week for you to ask whatever you want. It’s a mini event that will last from today ‘till next wednesday. 

But yes, it does mean this week we won’t get a new chapter D: 

Don’t worry, it will definitely be worth it since the next couple of episodes are two that I’ve put absolute extra care on crafting, and I will put just as much care on revising. I’ve been quite literally posting non stop for 15 weeks consecutively. That’s almost 4 months, what?!?! 

I needed my tiny lil break, besides I wanted to dedicate this bit of time to work on my Maraudween Special smutty series that will include some interesting mini AUs, so those that read my other stuff and not just Gilded Constellations will be quite literally treated this Halloween. There will be a lot of posts these next few weeks. Although, I might be releasing some of the Maraudween stories at the beginning of November. Unfortunately, I’m not a machine and I can’t write in seconds like Chat GPT. 

Without further ado, let’s get on with those questions!

Where did you get the inspo for the fic?

Oh my god if I tell you guys about this… It all started when I was in class, sometimes when I’m bored, my little mind starts to wander. I’m a total daydreamer, I can’t deny that, but at that moment in particular I was quite literally thinking of nothing and everything at the same time. And then, out of nowhere, this phrase came to me: 

“You look at them the same way you looked at me when we met…” 

And I was like, “omg that’s so freaking angsty” and “That’s a great freaking line for a poly story” And I quite literally wrote it down with a little tag that said, “-the start of a poly relationship story because I’ve never read enough of those.” 

And then I closed the notebook and went back to class. But I guess the idea had already set in my brain because next thing I know, I’m writing down more things down. And let me tell you, before Gilded Constellations I only wrote Oneshots because a story seemed like too much commitment. So I kid you not, I wrote down: 

“Not a short story, but maybe a 3-5 chapter long fic”. 

Jokes on me though, we’re 15 chapters in, like 20-something written and we’re probably going to end up with longer than 200k words and I’m not even sorry about it. Besides, I'm really pumped to finish it because I want to get it printed in Lulu and have my own little copy as a “Damn you wrote that.” kind of evidence thing. So worry not about being left with an unfinished fic, I’m going to complete this story even if it’s the last thing I do. 

Besides, if I’m being honest, when I’m not writing, I miss my boys, so I’ll definitely miss passing the time with them when I’m done with GC. (Luckily I’ve already got another series planned and spoiler alert: This one will be Poly!Marauders x reader, a lot spicier aaaand, PIRATES.) 

That’s how the fic started, well that and a dream that was basically most of Chapter 3 and I thought it was so cute that I wrote it down and then I was like, “hold up, this could be the start of the Poly story I was talking about…” 

Are there any real-life experiences that influenced your writing?

Well I mean, I’d say that art imitates life and life imitates art, but in regards to real-life romance I don’t really know that much. But there are definitely some things here and there that have been sprinkled from my real life into the fic. Not sure if I could think of a particular one but I can say sometimes Remus gives me the same vibe that a boy I “used to” have a crush on. “Used to” in quotation marks because I kinda still do even if we haven’t seen each other in years. 

So I guess a lot of Remus comes from my crush, but also Remus is his own little boy as well and I love him more for it. Even If I’m torturing him so much with his heartache, I promise it will be worth it Remus, reader and Sirius will take care of you, eventually. 

Other than that, I guess I like to pay attention to things around me, you’ll see me looking at nature, the sky, the way leaves move, the way people interact with each other. Especially at that actually, I like to pay attention to people, how they move, how they interact, and their reactions. Sometimes I do it irl, and sometimes I just watch movies or series, and since my writing process is like seeing a movie in my head and then putting it into words, it’s always useful to pay attention to the world around me. Even if I sometimes struggle to put into words exactly what I’m seeing in my head.  

Did you already have everything planned, or did you just go with the flow? If you have already, how far? all of it? Or just some chapters ahead? 

Well, yes and no. I do have various key points of the story planned, a lot of plot points that are going to happen and that’s kinda what I’m sustaining myself on. I know the big points and then I just have to write what happens in between them. And I’ve got it planned all the way ‘till my babes all start dating. After that, if I’m honest I’m not sure how I’m going to end it. Some parts of me want to go for the saddest ending possible because it would go along with cannon and the other side of me, the one that can’t bear to see my boys being sad, wants to just deviate completely and/or leave an open ending. 

But so far, I really cannot tell what exactly I’m going to do, I just know that time will tell. Because sometimes the characters just do what they want and I love to see where they take me. Which is why the ending is not set in stone just yet. 

Without giving too many spoilers, can you tease upcoming plot twists or surprises we can expect in future chapters?

My sly little foxes have already guessed some of the major plot twists that are upcoming in the story. And there definitely will come some surprises along the way, some you will love, some you won’t so much. But I promise you it will all be worth it! 

Remember in Gilded Constellations, everything happens for a reason. 

THE FANCAST

What's your fancast for the fic? Did you pick the reader too or just leave it be? //  I wanted to know if you have a fancast for everyone…

I did mention that I basically see stuff as a movie in my head right? So yes, I do have a fancast! Although I most definitely see James as Aaron, Sirius as Ben, Remus as Andrew and Peter as Dane, I have also twisted them in my brain. Like it’s them, right? But my version of them. Like my Sirius is so fucking ethereal in my head that sometimes I myself blush with his beauty. And Remus, well, he is probably most similar to Talita Asami’s from instagram. Especially this one. 

There’s something about the way she contrasts his soft features with the scars that’s just perfect. It’s that sexy pirate vibe I cannot get out of my head, if that makes sense.  But also I’ve been toying with AI lately (Talkie) and ended up with these two versions of Remus and Sirius and they have absolutely taken over. 

Sidenote: I made way to many of these, so do tell me if you wanna see them.

The reader: Uhm… well, I kind of just see her as me, hehe. Which is kind of the point, you should all just see the reader as yourselves, if you’re comfortable with that of course. 

The rest of our babies though? Lily Evans, Marlene and Mary, are kind of like the boys as in I see them as their fancast but also not entirely. And Lily especially, she’s just so freaking pretty in my head, there’s no one I know to match her, all thought Sophie Skelton and Kennedy Walsh (@/c4tluvr666 on Tiktok) are super close. 

Now, outside of canon characters, aka all of these OC’s I’ve been creating with time, some of them do have a fancast and some of them don’t. Let’s focus on the ones that do, because some of them I literally had in my head since the very, very beginning of the fic. 

Tom Harrow- This boy actually started as a younger version of Tom Hiddleston in my head, but the more I wrote him, the more he said, “Luv, that’s not what I look like!” And, almost out of nowhere, baby Tom Hiddleston became Rober Sheehan, and let me tell you, it stuck. And it stuck so bad there is no way I could see Tom as anything other than Rob. Especially with his role as Klaus in Umbrella Academy having a rather similar personality in the entire open-minded spectrum that he’s got going on. And, talking about teasers, this boy is actually going to be a key point on the romance between our golden throuple to develop, so keep an eye out for him. I love him so much tbh.  

Then we’ve got Beth Doxon, this girl is my wifey, I freaking love Beth so much and if you’ve been paying attention you may already know who I based her off, at least in looks. It’s Anya Taylor Joy as Beth Harmon in Queen’s Gambit, redhead queen (can you tell I really, really like redheads?) . Also that’s why she has such a strong character, even if my Beth is a lot more of a Party Animal than the original character. 

Alexander Wood in my head is just a carbon copy of his son Oliver, but in Hufflepuff, and the rest of the Quidditch teams, I’ve got a good idea of what they look like in my head, but not really a fan cast for them. Suggestions accepted. 

Well, except for Minho Yun, since his role in the story is going to be as a pretty strong supporting character, in fact, he was meant to be somewhat of an alt love interest that was going to help build Sirius’ jealousy, but in the end, I decided to completely scrap that to further develop him as a character. Some interesting things that you’ll actually learn on the GC Halloween special. Oh, and Minho is actually based on Sang Heon Lee (on looks) and Ki Hong Lee (on character, specifically on his role in Maze Runner). Had I based Minho on the character of Sang Heon Lee who inspired him, we would have way too many slutty boys in the same room, with Tom and Sirius and him, It’d be chaos, which is why he ended up being a little shier. 

Nox, Neil and Todd, literally are just Nox, Neil and Tod from De*d Poets Society. I was rewatching the movie to nail that boy friend group interactions and to get in the Dark Academia Vibes and I wanted to give my boys a happy ending. 

Also Neil just gives me the most massive Prongs vibe I cannot.

And lastly, there’s Nina Blythe. Nina to me is a totally angelic girl, I’ve got a very vivid picture of what she looks like in my head but I don’t really have a fancast for her. Maybe a little bit like Aurora (the singer), in regards to her soft features, but Nina has longer hair and it’s a little wavy. I kind of think of her as a girl from a Renaissance painting, emphasis on girl, since she is supposed to look younger than she is. Any ideas for a fancast? For her and for anyone I missed, I’m completely open to your suggestions. 

THE TEACHERS

Professor Nightshade is definitely Eva Green from Miss Peregrine or Jessica Chastain from Crimson Peak. She’s got that tall,  regal and dark but elegant vibe to her that is just so freaking gorgeous and awe-inspiring. I totally have a crush on Seraphina, can you tell? 

Professor Aurelius Spellman is kind of inspired by Kingsley Shackelbolt. However, if I had to cast someone for the role it would be Djimon Hounsou, he has that attractive and rough vibe to him. Like scary, demanding but also alluring things going on, he’s just got the magician type I suppose. 

This one’s going to be silly, but I can’t imagine Kettleburn as anyone other than Gobber the Belch from HTTYD, like, take away the horned helmet and give him a pointy hat, and boom, Kettleburn ladies and gentlemen. Down to the messy personality, honestly. 

And Donovan Pendragon (the teacher for Magical Theory) I feel like he isn’t mentioned enough, because I literally had no idea what his name was even going to be and I just left a line for it until I was editing the chapter before posting. So he doesn’t really have a cast. He’s caucasian in my head, but that’s about all I’ve got from him. Any ideas? 

Do you have any headcanons for any of the characters and their relationship that you haven’t talked about in the story? 

REMUS: Well I feel like this one has been talked about several times in the story but Remus being a beast in bed? I feel like everyone loves to tease him about it in the castle but to me, he’s also a total soft boy? Like especially the first time, I feel like he’s going to be so overwhelmed by both Sirius and Reader that he will basically just melt in the hands of his lovers. 

SIRIUS: Smitten little puppy of my life. 

SIRIUS AND REMUS: They’ve totally kissed in the past. At least once, and Remus still dreams about it. Sirius, well… maybe he’ll get some memories of it every now and then.

READER: My girl thinks she’s so freaking smart and yet is the most oblivious to her own feelings; she could be considered an idiot. She’s also so selfless it hurts, but like literally. Also, she loves flirting with Sirius way too much. Still, they definitely will need Rem in their relationship because there is no self-preservation sense when her personality is just as chaotic as our Puppy. Side note: Remus will 100% blush when she starts flirting with him in the same way he does with Sirius. And let’s not talk about what a tomato he will be when Sirius does it as well. 

PETER: He kinda disliked the reader at first, especially since he felt like she was taking away his friends, but eventually he warmed up to her, and loves their friendship. 

LILY: She enjoyed the kiss with Reader, and it made her realize she’s totally bi, because she also enjoyed the kiss with James. 

TOM: My boy is clever as hell and he knows a lot more than he lets on. Also, he secretly ships the golden throuple. 

BETH: She’s Tom’s bestie and she knows a lot of things too. She will also ignite chaos with the ultimate goal of being Gryffindor Tower’s own cupid. Do you think what happened at Marlene’s Party was a coincidence? 

REGG: My beautiful Reggie is still sad about the incident. He’s still trying to find a way to reconnect with you and it pains him that you think he’d rat you out. Even then, he values the fact that you are with Sirius and that you’re helping him through everything that’s been going on, especially since he saw how red Sirius’s eyes were when he left the Black’s house with a trunk in hand sobs stuck in his throat. Reg cried like a baby that night, just wishing for time to go by as fast as possible so he could go back to school and see his big brother again. (I’m so sorry for that guys).

MINHO: Has a secret crush and you would not believe me if I told you who it was. 

NINA: Has a secret crush and some of you have probably already guessed who it is. 

DAMOCLES: You don’t know him yet but omg he’s just so clever, thank you Kles for existing.

And let's be honest, I totally have a bunch more of this but I think this is way more than enough, for now…

Out of all the chapters so far, what’s been your favorite?

This is too fucking hard to decide. But If I had to choose my top three, and in no order in particular, I’d say, for the released ones:  

Fooled around and Fell in Love

Because, can we talk about the kiss scene? I feel like this one will come back bite my kiddos in the back so they finally realize what they actually fucking need. 

Do Ya 

I’m a total sucker for Sirius, what can I tell ya? But also the flying scenes were so much fun to write, totally an adventure to go through, still among my favs. 

Maybe I’m amazed 

“Do you like Golf?” 

From the unreleased episodes: 

Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

The calm before the storm. Or is it the storm before the storm? 

Bad Moon Rising 

The FUCKING storm. But also one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I think I like action scenes a little too much.

*** On The Run

The storm continues. But also, the calm after the storm.

Do you have a playlist that you always listen to when you're writing? 

Not a specific playlist, but I have been listening to a lot of ‘70s rock. Things like Queen, Bowie, Boston, Foreigner,  Kansas, Fleetwood Mac, Nazareth, The Police and some others. All of them help me get in the mood for writing. At least in the mood of the era, if that makes sense.

Aside from the ’70s classics, I’ve also been listening to a lot of Lord Huron, Hozier, and Aurora (I sort of discovered her recently and I’m obsessed with some of her songs). Also some of The Killers, Dotan and Vian Izak sprinkled here and there. Bastille and Imagine Dragons are always and forever so of course they wouldn’t be missing from my list. 

But when I’m struggling, like really struggling with writing, then I go to this Best Instrumental playlist, where they have everything from the Narnia and Peter Pan 2003 soundtracks to Vivaldi and Ghibli.  It really does help with the concentration. 

How long for the guys to understand that they fancy each other? 

Well, when you say the guys do you mean Sirius and Remus? ‘Cause then it’s not thaaaaaat far away from now. Now from then to them all dating, well…

I know Remus kind of struggles with feelings, and probably even more now that Sirius and the reader are together. But when he's gonna say "hey, can I come in?" 😏 lol I just want them together so baaaad!

Ahahahahahaha, Well that’s not exactly how it’s gonna go, but it’ll happen sometime after Christmas.

After wolfstar and the reader get together, the fic will end? or we're gonna have a lot of them together to compensate for the agony? 🥺

I’m not sure about the ending yet, but I’m definitely going to add so much fluff of the three of them together that you’re all gonna get cavities. Also, I’ve been writing The 5 Senses and the Halloween special (that might be finished until after Halloween) to practice for the spice, so I’m def compensating for the agony. 

Also, I kind of want to explore the social implications of being in a throuple, of making that public in the `70s. Seems like a whole lotta issue bringer that kinda interests me… Sorry, you’re not completely getting rid of the angst even when they’re all together. 

I don’t remember if I already asked you about this, but as a Regulus’ wife, I need to know. He'll come back, right? She will talk with him and he will be able to explain everything to her? I need this, I really need this! I can leave without this closing. THEY NEED TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN!

Your husband is safe with me. I promise. I’m not gonna say it’s gonna be very soon, but he will be safe because I love baby Reggie and I too can’t stand him being mistreated either. 

Not a question. I just want to say that I really love this story. It's one of my favorites, and I just put it on my masterlist for how much I love it.

Aww shut up, I love you so much <3

Will we have some Sirius jealousy? ‘Cause I'm really interested in that. Oooh... will he notice that Reader and Remus are... more than friends before they even know it? I dunno, he's just oblivious about everything around him. 

Funny that you ask, yes we will have a lot of Jealous!Sirius, in fact, it’s a huge part of how the throuple will develop. And you will have it so soon, even if it’s not exactly what you expect it to be. I can’t wait for next week!

And in regards to noticing, well… Sirius is not going to be the most oblivious about his own feelings in this story. I mean… not always.

Are there any particular scenes or moments in your story that were especially fun or challenging to write?

Well, I’m actually finding it a lot harder to write stuff atm, so I’d say the limbo between the Bad Moon Rising Arch and the next big thing that’s going to happen has been the hardest. Especially since I’m already going to get to a key point in which some shit is going to go down and I’m still not sure how bad and angsty I want to make it. Don’t worry, our golden throuple will be alright but…

In regards to fun, I must say the parties are some of my favorites, Potion Pong was incredibly fun to write ‘cause I literally transported myself to it and it was like actually living it, even if it was in my head. Also the flying scenes, they’re always fun to write, the race was incredible tbh. 

I love to write the fun banter and the teasing too, it brings me joy. But I bet you could tell I’m one for the teasing from the very first chapters of Gilded Constellations. 

Nina fancies Reader, right? She does. I just need a yes. I already know that 😌 

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Can you share any behind-the-scenes trivia or Easter eggs that readers might not have noticed in your story?

I feel like there’s a lot of behind-scenes I shared so far but I guess I could share a few pics of my organization systems. Things like…

Your schedule: 

The cover:

Some of you have already been theorizing about it too, you can look at some of those theories over here, and here, and also here.

Alt Covers I designed but weren't chosen:

Something you might not know:

GC is also available on Wattpad and AO3. The AO3 chapters usually drop like 30 minutes or an hour before Tumblr because it's easier to post there. And the Wattpad releases are actually way behind in comparison (there isn't much engagement over there).

Some Shots of my Plot notebook (0 spoilers): 

And also, have you noticed the special little thing in the names of the chapters? 10 housepoints to whoever notices

I just thought of this, but what if we make a little housepont system and from things that you guys guess of the story you get housepoints and then we have a houseprice in the end? OMG I'd love to do this, if you're on tell me your house in the comments. So far Sytherin would have like 40 points just beacuse of dear @cometsghost and I'm not sure what is @blacksgarden house but they would also have like 40 pts.

How do you stay motivated and inspired to keep writing, especially in moments when you might experience writer's block?

It may or may not be healthy, but I just force myself to type? I never really have writer’s block, rather I’d call it writer’s overload. It’s when I’m running through so many possibilities in my head and I can’t pick which is the one I want to go through with. So I keep thinking about it and I don’t type. Which is why I just force myself to type, more often than not I’ll end up writing something I really like. 

And as for the motivation, honestly just getting to see my boys again. To be able to submerge back into Hogwarts, that’s enough motivation. I seriously get an urge to go back because I miss them. It's kinda crazy. Like I might be chilling at home and suddenly the thought “I wish I was at Hogwarts” crosses my mind, not even joking. 

The other motivation is finishing my book so I can get a printed version to place in my bookshelf and show it off. Not that anyone would know what it is, but I’d know, which is enough, hehe. And also to be a better writer, they say you should write every single day, which is kind of what I’m attempting to do with GC. By writing a chapter every week, I literally force myself to write every single day, even if just a couple of words. 

Can we have cute moments with Remus? uuuh, Will he be cute when she notices that she really likes him?

Yes! We can have all the cute moments with Remus. Even before they all notice they’re into each other, we’re gonna have so many cute moments because even if Reader is dating Sirius I can’t leave my beautiful boy on the sidelines. Besides, how can I torture him if he doesn’t get a taste of how good it would be to be with them? 

What can readers look forward to in the next chapters, and do you have any long-term plans or goals for GCs development?

Angst. Don’t hate me for this. But also comfort, and some fun little adventures and then a bit more angst, hehe…

Well, that’s the end of the questions I got sent ahead. Hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of a Q&A. If you have any more, or if my answers have provoked further questions, then by all means, share them with me, I’d love to be able to interact with you a bit more. 

Love ya, Lily xx

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↳ y/nfan4 harry what are you doing here?

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harryupdates During Harry’s recent interview with Zane Lowe Harry said he had planned to have y/n open for him during his upcoming European tour but Taylor Swift asked her before he could!

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harryfan1 this would have been so iconic

harryfan2 sorry harry no one works faster than miss swift

harryfan3 first he’s commenting on her pics and now this? my man has a fat crush huh

yourinstagram NOT MY FAV PEOPLE BOTH WANTING ME

↳harryfan4 do you know how jealous I am of you

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y/nupdates y/n meeting fans today in London! According to the fans she met y/n talked about harry’s recent interview and said she dm’d him after and they plan to write some music together very soon!!!!

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y/nfan1 HARRY AND Y/N WRITING TOGETHER

harryfan1 okay but I kinda ship them sorry 🤭

↳y/nfan2 …same…

y/nfan3 y/n making the first move and dming harry first what a girlboss

harryfan2 harry was late to asking her to open for him AND late to dm her first my mans needs to catch up!!

y/nfan4 she looks so pretty 🥺

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yourinstagram slid into harry’s DM’s and got a response how many of you can say that?

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y/nfan1 STOP OMG

y/nfan2 she’s so right to brag about this

↳harryfan1 no because if that was me I’d be screaming it from the roof tops I’d tell everyone

harrystyles Nice pillow.

↳yourinstagram sorry I am going to have to block you now, you were literally never suppose to see that..

↳harrystyles If you bring it to the studio I might even sign it for you.

harryfan2 not him flirting in instagram comments who is he

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harryflorals HARRY AT Y/N’S CONCERT IN LONDON TONIGHT WITH MITCH

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y/nfan1 y’all should have seen his dancing…🤭

↳harryfan1 yeah gonna need you to post that now

harryfan2 this man is in LOVE

harryfan3 he brought Mitch to get his seal of approval

harryfan4 he’s so cute and happy I love this for him

y/nfan2 y/n mentioned him during her speech she said she’s so happy to have someone extra special in the audience and that she hopes he loves the show and harry started smiling it was adorable

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harrynews harry was spotted at a coffee shop today in london with y/n!

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harryfan1 ooooh okay lil coffee date

harryfan2 Deux Moi got a anon that said they over heard them talking about her new single they were writing together 👀

harryfan3 when can I say I think they’re dating and y’all not get mad at me….

↳harryfan4 they’ve def got something going on

↳harryfan4 they’re probably just friends guys, he just got out of a long relationship 🤷🏻‍♀️

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yourinstagram in my “my life feels like a dream” era

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y/nfan1 trade lives with me for just a day I have a math test tomorrow and I wanna be besties with harry and taylor 🥺

↳yourinstagram I’m terrible at math or I would :(

y/nfan2 happiness looks so good on you bestie

y/nfan3 queen of selfies

harrystyles I too am in that era as well.

↳harryfan1 hell yeah you are king!!!!!!

↳yourinstagram an honor to be entering a new era alongside you 🫡

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yourinstagram my newest single “Difficult” written by me and Mr. Harry Styles is out tomorrow I hope you love it 🫶🏻

📸 harrystyles

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harryfan1 OMG OMG OMG

y/nfan1 new music omg a slay

y/nfan2 it’s giving sad vibes and i’m here for it

harrystyles I’ll write with you anytime.

↳yourinstagram don’t tell me that cause I’ll ask you every day

↳harrystyles I’m busy tomorrow at 5 but can do any time besides that.

y/nfan3 sorry I ship it y’all they’re endgame for me

Hello!! Long time no see! Hope you enjoy this and would love some feedback 🫶🏻

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can you do yelan for prompt number 1? maybe like the reader is a very well known private detective and Yelan was aware of their skills and cases? ^^

“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead?”

characters: Yelan x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I planned on posting this yesterday, but I didn't manage to finish it, so it's a nice coincidence than today is Yelan's birthday.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yelan

Yanshang Teahouse. If anybody had told your past self how often you found yourself inside of it these past couple of months, you would have called them a liar, but as the people hiring you to investigate for them began paying more and your reputation steadily grew a lot of things changed for you.

And while it started out as a single visit, your curiosity about what made this place so special that people were ready to play a lot of Mora to get a table, eventually gaining the upper hand, only for you to meet a stranger that knew too much and seemed more than happy to provide you with helpful clues from time to time… As long as you payed the entrance fee for the Teahouse, of course.

“No. You’re cheating. These dice are weighted. I can smell it”, you tried your best not to show your despair too much as yet another round was won by your opponent, making your purse a little bit lighter once again. Only for you to be greeted with a smile that both seemed to confirm your suspicion while also making you question whether or not you were talking complete nonsense. The woman on the opposite side of the table not having to worry about anyone else hearing your accusation, seeing as there was no one but the two of you present..

“Are you sure that it’s treachery you’re smelling and not the tea you have been so awfully neglecting all this time?”, came the quip you should have expected from Yelan as she leaned slightly forwards, pointing towards the cup on your left, causing you to let out a long drawn out sigh before taking a sip.

“Anyway, I’ve heard you’re working on one of your little cases again”, she stated, finally revealing why she called you here at this hour of the day, the fact that she knew both slightly unsettling you while not coming as a surprise in the slightest. “And while I can’t tell you anything that would help you, I’ve heard that there’s someone who has quite a bit to say”, she continued.

“...Why are you helping me?”, you asked the question floating inside your mind for as long as the two of you knew each other. For someone simply operating a Teahouse, even if this luxurious, she seemed to know a lot, and while you knew what her answer would be if you asked how she knew all of this, having heard it countless of times before, it still didn’t explain why she’d tell you all of this, her weighted dice not exactly marking her down as someone driven by honesty and justice.

Before getting an answer however, you saw her signal towards the dice, causing the urge to let out yet another sigh to return in full force. “With how much money you leave here each time you visit, I might as well try and make it up to you every once in a while”, Yelan answered, causing this whole thing to feel even more fishy for you. But before you had time to voice any of your thoughts, the sound of a few dice being thrown interrupted you.

Both of you quickly took turns in rolling the dice, only for you to be the winner for once. But while some might have celebrated their rare win by buying something to drink with the money they had just won, you knew better than to siphon the money immediately back to the owner of the Teahouse. That, and you knew better than to believe you had somehow bested Yelan in a game of luck, knowing that there was rarely anything, if at all, that she let luck decide on.

“Hmm, seems like you’ve won.”

“Mhm, how surprising. That being said, you can put the weighted dice back now, no need to keep them in such a tight grasp”, you responded while staring at her other hand that remained conspicuously balled into a fist.

“Anyway”, you quickly changed the subject back to what was on your mind, “how do you really end up with all of this information, Miss ‘I simply like to listen in on customers’?”, you probed her once again, not expecting her answer to differ from the many other times you had asked before but being open to any surprises. 

Instead, you were greeted with silence. The person opposite of you staring you in the eyes as a mysterious smile made its way onto her face. 

“Why don’t you just quit and work for me instead? I’m sure a lot of your questions would get answered”

Yelan had long abandoned the idea of working with others, still not completely over the loss of her previous teammates. And while her skills had certainly improved since those days, her attitude about risking others did not…

But seeing the way you worked did make her curious. The few times she saw you get in trouble with a suspect, you managed to hold your ground remarkably well, while also knowing when to let others do the fighting. You were quick to pick up details, no matter how small they were, certainly making it so that you would be a huge help. Last but not least, you were seemingly starting to suspect something wasn’t like it seemed with her. And while there were certainly other ways she could make sure you kept your mouth shut, she had to admit that she preferred recruiting you in some way to the alternatives.

“I… don’t know. A detective working in a Teahouse? Don’t take me wrong, but I feel like that would be somewhat… unfitting”, you answered uncertain, nervously looking around as to make sure there was no personal that might take offense with what you were saying.

You know what? Maybe it was still some time until you figured out what exactly seemed fishy about her. But once you would, Yelan would know and ask again. If you turned out to be as reliable as she thought.

As the two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way towards the door, you stopped dead in your tracks once Yelan called out for you one last time, causing you to turn back towards her.

What you were greeted with was her presenting you with the fist she hid the dice in, only to open it and reveal it was empty all along, a satisfied smile on her face as she opened her mouth. 

“I never hid my dice. I switched them with yours.”

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Don't get me wrong, I adore E x Wednesday (I cried when they hugged), but...I feel like the popularity of the ship could risk Weyler. Again, I LOVE their friendship and I would pick romantic E x Wednesday ANY DAY over X and Wednesday, but I just feel like Weyler are better suited because of their shared darkness and unspoken understanding.

I hope they don't do what a lot of popular shows do these days and rewrite things just to make the fans happy. 🫠 I mean, I might get over it since it would be great representation and that's a win, but...an OTP is an OTP so...😔

Hello anon!! I get the concern, but I am genuinely not worried about the writers changing their game plan just because of some fans, for a number of reasons.

First, in the one interview I saw circulating where they were asked directly about the possibility of romantic wenclair, they did a CLASSIC PR move of saying “well anything’s possible” before spending loads of time talking about how Wednesday and Enid’s FRIENDship is something that’ll be at the core of the story and that they want a positive female friendship in the show to set a good example for their daughters. They also emphasize friendship with the rest of the Nevermore kids, which is really reading to me like they have no intention of turning any of Wednesday’s school peers into a romantic interest right now (if ever).

Secondly, the writers have consistently spoken on how Wednesday was attracted to Tyler’s dark side and that it’s very on brand for her to be into him. They’ve also confirmed that they will be exploring Tyler’s true feelings for Wednesday in s2, and stated that Tyler has a “primal attraction” to her. They very much intend on furthering Wednesday and Tyler’s intertwined story, which bodes well for us!

Third, Netflix is just making it look good for us! Weyler has gotten so much promotion in their posts about Wednesday across their global accounts, and posts with Weyler have also gotten them some of the highest impressions on social media. And just today, Netflix Turkey posted on their story that their fave couple of 2022 was Weyler, and the official Wednesday Instagram account pinned a comment that said “I loved Wednesday and Tyler together” beneath a post that really has nothing to do with Weyler besides Tyler (well, Tyler mid-transformation) being in it.

Along those same lines, plenty of people are pitching for Tyler’s redemption arc and getting them back together. Weyler edits across social media platforms have been getting MILLIONS of views and hundreds of thousands of likes, if not millions. I think it’s super easy to forget that the very vocal fans in fandom spaces are not always (if ever) the majority, especially with a show that’s racked up as many viewing hours as Wednesday has. Just from existing online it seems like a fair bit of the general public REALLY liked Wednesday and Tyler, and are hoping he gets redeemed and they find a way back together. Between the writers discussing plans to have them continue to explore their feelings for each other and the narrative in s1 already heavily implying there’s something special with those two, I think we’ll be okay!

ALL that said, if for some reason Weyler doesn’t end up together, I would HOPE they’d go the Wenclair route. Either that or Wednesday ends up single. Really not a fan of Xavier at all, as a character or as a match for her. But I feel like Tyler and Wednesday have a FANTASTIC shot at being THE couple of the show, so don’t stress too much!

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Rose-Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City (Sugar Daddy!Harry Styles)

Summary: (Y/N) gets a job and Harry blows the bank to celebrate her. Harry gets a small taste of mundanity, and (Y/N) plans her gift to Harry for Christmas. (Pre-Christmas Special) This is a NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable with reading content like that, please, scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. (Smut / Oral; Female Receiving / Overstimulation / Risky Sex) (Words: 6.5k)

Author Note: Can you believe I haven’t posted since June? 😳

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City   /  Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen  / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome  /  Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York  /  Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

Cheerful steps take me to the reception of Harry's company's headquarters. "Good afternoon, Jennifer." I greet the lady at the front desk. We have come a long way, she and I. She now knows not to stop me from heading up to my boyfriend's office. "Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/L/N). How are you today?" "I am very well. Is Harry in a meeting?" I ask her and she picks up the phone, dialing the internal for Harry's assistant's office. "Is Mr. Styles on a meeting?" She asks. "Ms. (Y/L/N) is here. Would you like to be announced?" Jennifer turns to me and I nod. "Let Harry know I am heading up right now." I reply with a smile, before walking to the elevator.

I punch in the floor and watch as the doors close smoothly. It is so clean and neat here, I love visiting Harry's office.

And soon I am greeted by Harry's assistant. "Good afternoon. This is for you. It's a Berliner." I chirp, passing her one of the pastries in the box I am carrying. "Thank you, Ms. (Y/L/N). Mr. Styles is waiting for you." She smiles at me and I nod, pushing the door with my hip.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Styles. Do you have a moment for me?" I ask, looking at Harry as he smirks and shuts his laptop. "I think I can clear up some time for you, Ms. (Y/L/N)." He leans back in his seat. I leave the box of Berliners on the edge of his desk, before moving to straddle him on his chair. I go in for a kiss, capturing his lips before he could even speak. My hands move to his jaw, grazing it with the tips of my fingers as I deepen the kiss. "Someone's hungry... Should I lock the door?" He asks me, bringing his hands to my thighs. "I got the job..." I announce, biting the inside of my cheek as I wait for his reaction. "Baby, congratulations. Can I finally know what job you applied for?" He asks me and I hum. "We both know you would have called and gotten me the job if I told you from the beginning." "I wouldn't, I promised." "Hmm, you would. And you would make sure I would never found out." I graze a finger down his lips as he smiles. "I am, officially, the history consultant for a new tech company that makes educational apps. I will be working on gameplay dialogue and content for a new art game they plan on launching." I explain and he smiles at me proudly. "This calls for celebration, sunshine. I am so proud of you. Let's go for dinner. Right now. I'll make us a reservation." He cups my face and I nod. "You? Call for a reservation? Isn't that a petty job for you?" I ask in a kidding tone. "It's a special day. Pick a place, where should we celebrate?" He asks me. "The one in Madison Park... What is it called?" I try to remember the name, hoping Harry does. "The one we dined in when the French came?" He asks and I nod. "11 Madison Park. Damn it, you have expensive taste, sunshine." "Can you afford it?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. "I'll smash my piggy bank." He winks at me. "Ok, let me give them a call." He sighs, picking up his mobile from the desk. "You mean now? We can celebrate later, I don't want to get you away from your job." "Amore, they'll be fine without me. What sort of boss would I be if couldn't take half a day off?" He asks, pressing the call tile. I move from his lap, leaning on the edge of his desk to let him make the call. "Good afternoon. Harry Styles of Styles Co... I am calling for a last-minute reservation. I would like a table for 2. Yes, it's for today. It is a VIP guest, I know it is very last minute. It would mean a lot to the company and to me personally if we could find a way to dine at your place today. Of course, at 5.20. We will be there. Thank you." The whole call doesn't even last 3 minutes. I cock an eyebrow at him once he leaves his phone down. "I thought they had online reservations only, and that they have this crazy long wait list." "Oh, I called the owner personally. We will be seated at 5.20." He replies, patting his thigh again. "You know the owner? And you have his personal phone? Who are you?" I ask and he chuckles. "We take clients, investors, partners, very often there. We like that they work with Rethink, it is good image." He replies, and I look at him in confusion. "Rethink?" "Rethink Food. It's a non-profit, they gather the excess from restaurants and use it to provide meals for food-insecure populations." "You have it memorized I see." "I think it is actually noble." "Since when am I a VIP guest?" I ask and he chuckles. "Since you keep the CEO sane and happy. That's very important for the company. So important that you should be paid for that..." He mumbles. "We are not having this conversation again..." "No, no... Not like that... I think I phrased it wrong. You should be compensated for that." He restates, grazing his fingers down my thigh, before resting them under the hem of my pencil skirt.

"Harry..." I bite the tip of my tongue as he finds the band of my stockings. "What? We have some time to kill. And I would like to compensate you for making me this happy." He murmurs, burying his face in the nook of my neck. "Come on... You have a house for that. We have fucked one too many times in your office." "Oh, you will get more once we are back home. And I think we have fucked one too few times in my office." He counters and I roll my eyes at him. "I can't win this argument, can I?" "You can... But I think you don't want to. Do you, sunshine?" He asks, in a deeper, intoxicating voice. "May I always forfeit this debate." I reply, earning a pleased hum from Harry, who gently pushes me to get up before getting up himself. "Settle on the chair, I'll be right back with you." He instructs, walking towards the door. He walks out as I relax on the chair, which earns a cocked eyebrow from me. Did he really work me up just to head out?

But within a minute or two, he is back and he is locking the door behind him. He walks to me, kneeling before the chair and keeping a smirk plastered on his face. "I just made sure no one will bother us... Wouldn't want to be interrupted during my appetizer." He states, pulling me closer by my ankle. "Mr. Styles... What do you have in your dirty, twisted mind?" I ask in fake shock. "I assure you, Ms. (Y/L/N), my intentions are pure." He winks at me, trailing his hand up my calf and under my skirt, brushing over the band of my stockings. "We will talk later about you wearing those stocks in public." "Was I supposed not to wear them?" I ask and he hums. "Not a big fan of others having the same thoughts as I do when I see them..." He replies, scooting my hips up to hike my skirt up the top of my thighs. "You would have the same thoughts even if I was wearing a mascot costume, you are no fair measure." I bend my knee and bring my foot to the edge of the seat, showing Harry my underwear. He chuckles and coos, bringing his thumb to toy with my sex over the clothed sex. "You have such a cute little wet patch..." He sighs, pushing my panties aside. His thumb now traces over my slit, causing my breath to shake at the direct attention. "My God... How wet you are, princess... Oh, you are going to taste so good, I can tell already." He looks at me with hungry eyes, licking his lips before bringing them to my sex. His lips work on my outer lips at first, kissing and grazing his teeth softly over the sensitive flesh. "Jesus..." I groan, feeling the need to buck my hips up and ride his face. "And I have barely even touched your pretty little cunt." He muses about my desperate reaction; he doesn't even have to try that hard to get me needy, at this point, I am dripping even at the sound of his voice. "Please touch me..." I beg, my eyebrows knitting together in frustration. Harry licks a long, swirly lick from my outer lips to my entrance, and ends it with a quick flick once he reaches my clit. A loud moan slips from deep in my throat, despite my best efforts to keep quiet. "Sunshine... You know they can hear us... Tsch, tsch, tsch... I expected more self-control from such a good girl like you..." He almost scolds me... As if he doesn't know that all self-control goes out the window, along with my dignity, every time he touches me. "I don't care... I don't care if they hear us... Please don't stop this. I'll do anything, just don't stop using your mouth on my pussy. Please." I am desperate for him to eat me out, even if it means getting through his little torture. He has magic lips, I can cum in mere minutes from his mouth on my sex.

"Of course, my cunt wants more... Look at that... Look at my pussy... Look how it pulses around nothing, waiting for a tiny little touch... Look how desperate my pussy gets." He groans, rubbing his fingers along my slit. Oh, he gets so possessive, it is addicting. I am his, oh God, I am his. "Please..." I beg, bringing my hand to stroke through his hair. He smirks at me, pleased by my pleading before burying his face between my thighs. He is hungrier now, going straight into devouring me. There is no time to toy around, he wants to eat me out almost as much as I want him to. I am throbbing, my pussy pulsing and burning as he laps his tongue and looks me in the eye. "Oh..." I cry out, arching my back off the chair's back. His tongue is circling over my clit and he is humming as he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping them up and curling them against my spot. "My sunshine, you will have to be quiet... So loud already." He scolds me, shaking his head from side to side. "I am sorry... But you are so good at this, I can't help it." I whisper, pressing my hand against my mouth. He smirks as he moves his fingers faster, moving back to take my clit between his lips. He rolls it with his tongue, causing me to squeeze around his fingers even harder. "Shit, you are sopping..." He mumbles, taking his fingers off and licking my wetness from around them. I sigh at the sight, blushing at the way he moans in pleasure at my taste. "So delicious. I have to take a taste straight from your little honey hole." He groans, fixing my body so my sex is fully exposed, my legs spread apart to a max before he thrusts his tongue inside me. It wiggles and thrusts back and forth; it is not really all that pleasureful for me, but Harry hums in ecstasy as he does it, so my whole body vibrates from this. "Damn you, Styles... You like having me hooked, don't you?" I sigh, bringing my hand under my blouse and into the left cup of my bra to tease my nipple. I trace and pull the taut peak. "Such a desperate brat... You want to be overstimulated, don't you?" He asks before placing my legs on his shoulders and diving in again. "I wanna cum... I am so close, baby..." I whine, feeling my heart beat faster. Harry digs his nails into the skin of my thighs, sucking onto my clit harsher. "I wanna cum... Oh God, I am gonna cum." I cry out, moving my hips against his face, trying to get more and more. Harry grips my thighs, trying to make me sit still, but I am trembling and shaking, so sitting still is not an option. "God..." I cry out as I cum undone, squeezing my eyes shut. My breath is caught in the back of my throat and my whole body feels tense and rigid, yet as if I am floating. It is so peculiar, every time Harry brings me to an orgasm is a unique, never-again experienced high. I try to shut my thighs as Harry continues licking me, the stimuli becoming too intense for me to handle but Harry's hands pry me open. "I can't... I can't take more..." I cry out and he chuckles. "You are done when I say so... You were the one wanting to be overstimulated..." He sounds almost sadistic, not even letting me take a solid breath before he flicks his tongue on my clit. He only does it just to watch me jerk at the sensation, and it works. I jolt in my place as his tongue flicks my clit repeatedly. "Shit, look at this... You are grooling... Adorable." He cocks, circling his tongue around my entrance to gather my grool. He removes himself from between my thighs and gets up from the floor. Still breathing funny, and still exposed to him, I am in no place to move. "Are you ok, sunshine?" He asks me softly as he fixes my panties. "I love you..." I say hazily. Harry smiles at me and leans in to peck my forehead softly. "I love you too. Let's get you a bit decent now, shall we?" He asks, helping me move my legs down.

"Mr. Styles... Right this way..." A man around his 30s almost cheers as he sees us walk through the doors of 11 Madison Park restaurant. Harry didn't even have the chance to announce himself to the host, it was as if they were waiting on their toes for us. "Thank you." Harry says politely, placing his hand on the small of my back. "Chef Lockwood has prepared a special meal for you. Would you like to be paired or pick your own wine?" The man asks as we sit at a table by one of the windows. "Pair us, please. Please, do transfer my gratitude to Chef Humm. I appreciate that he was able to host us so last minute." Harry says to the man who smiles and nods. "I will make sure I do that, Mr. Styles." The man replies, passing us two cards with the menu before leaving us to settle. "Shall I leave you two alone?" I ask teasingly as I scan my eyes down the card. "Me and the host?" He asks and I hum. "Uh, he is cute. But I am kinda taken." "Kinda?" I ask with a cocked eyebrow. "I don't see a ring on my finger..." He mumbles and I chuckle, shaking my head at him. "I kinda see a lot of rings on your fingers..." I come back. "There is the only downside of dating someone smart... You always have a response." He sighs and I hum. "You know this is the standard menu for the day. He hasn't prepped anything special for us." I comment, leaving the card down. "Can you for once enjoy things without overthinking them?" He asks playfully. "Nope..." I pop the p and he laughs. "You are the sweetest pain in the ass I have ever met, amore..." He says sweetly, yet I can feel a chill run down my spine and it is not the good kind of it. "What is up with amore lately?" I ask him. He furrows his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. I like it." He replies. I groan lowly, hoping he doesn't listen to it. "What?" He asks me. "Nothing." "It's not nothing. Your whole face dropped. Tell me, what is it?" He asks me again. "Can you stop calling me amore? Please?" I ask. "Why? It is a cute nickname..." He protests. "It reminds me of Italy." I sigh in defeat, choosing to let him know about my irritance. "And what about Ita... Oh..." He realizes, his face softening as he reaches for my hand. "I didn't realize, I am sorry." "It's not your fault. It's me who has the issue with it, still, after all this time." I feel bad for making him feel so bad over something so sweet. "What about I call you 'mon amour'... I haven't ruined France for you yet, have I?" He asks. "You haven't ruined Italy for me either. I am just not ready to make peace with it yet." I admit. "From now on, and until you feel ready, I will ban anything Italian... Even spaghetti and meatballs..." He jokes, earning a laugh from me. "There is no need to go to such extremes. And technically, spaghetti and meatballs is not an Italian food. Italian immigrants to America started cooking it because there was bigger access to meat, and it was cheap." "Smartypants..." He chuckles and shakes his head.

"So, now that the job is found, what is next on your to-do list?" Harry asks, carefully cutting a piece of the glazed zucchini. "Finding a house. I have to start looking, so I can start saving money for it. I need the downpayment and the rent upfront for sure. And then I will have to see if I will need any furniture and appliances for the new house. I still have a long way to go before I cross it off my list. You will have to suffer me for a little longer." I chuckle and he hums, leaving his glass by his plate after he takes a sip of his wine. "I was actually thinking about this..." "About when I am going to move out?" I ask with a playful chuckle. "I was actually thinking if you are going to move out..." "Geez, Harry. If you want me out of the house, all you have to do is say so." "No, that wasn't actually my thought. I was thinking that you shouldn't move out. I was thinking that I want you to live with me. I mean, you already are. But I want it permanently. I want it official." He explains, reaching for my hand as he looks me in the eye. "Mr. Styles... Are you really asking me to move in with you?" I ask him in shock. "Was it not clear? I love waking up next to you every morning, and coming home to you after a rough day. I love having breakfast with you and watching you take that first sip of coffee with your eyes still closed. I love reading with you on the couch of our study, I love cooking with you and having you drunkenly twirl around our kitchen. I love every single moment with you in our house." "Our house..." I smile, enamored by the word. "Of course, if you are not ready yet, we can talk about alternatives..." "I am ready. I want to live with you. I mean, I live with you already." I giggle. Harry brings my hand to his lips, pecking on the back of it softly. "You will not regret it, I promise you this, my love..." He states in a serious, yet soft voice. "I am afraid you will be the one regretting it." I joke and he shakes his head. "Not in a million years..." He assures me, gesturing for a waiter to come over. "What? Are we leaving so early? We haven't even had dessert..." I protest and he chuckles. "Nope, we are just having some champagne. To celebrate your job, and you moving in..." Harry explains as the man approaches us. "Can we please have a bottle of Krug '82?" Harry asks the man, who blinks at us at the sound of Harry's request. "A Krug '82?" The man asks again and Harry hums in approval. "Right away, sir." The man moves fast, walking at a speed that does not fit the restaurant's mannerism. "What's up with the whole behavior?" I ask, leaning back in my seat. "Oh, nothing... We just ordered a nearly 4-thousand-dollar bottle of champagne." "We just did what?" I ask and he shrugs. "Relax..." "The meals, the pairings, the champagne... We are looking at an almost 5k bill." I whisper and he chuckles. "Tip excluded." "Oh, God..." I touch my temples and he takes my free hand again. "Relax, it's nothing..." "It's nothing...? Rich people are fucking weird..." I mumble and he laughs at my remark. "It's a one-time thing. Let's enjoy it." Harry laughs. It still stuns me that he is able to drop such amounts of money on a single lunch. There is still this financial gap between us, which for now, freaks me the fuck out. "Are you still here?" Harry asks me. "Hmmm?" I bring my gaze to him. "You seemed a bit off. Everything ok?" He asks me and I nod. "Yeah, yeah. I was just thinking how significantly different we are." "Is that a bad thing?" "No, it is just an... Experience being with you every day." I state, smiling at him as the waiter pours us our champagne.

-

"Pretty girl..." Harry calls, getting my attention from my laptop. "Pretty boy..." I cheer, tilting my head back as he leans down to press a kiss. "Working from home today?" He asks me, sitting on the edge of the desk in our study. "No, just research... It was a hectic day in the office and I didn't manage to finish." "Hectic day?" He asks, and I hum, saving my document. "Yeah, we were testing a prototype for the first levels." I reply. "Oh, testing already..." "Don't get too excited. I will have to help the graphics team. There were issues with the design." "What issues?" He asks me, leaning forward to show me he is listening. "Um, period issues mostly. Hence the research. Anyway, it's pretty boring and technical. How was your day?" I ask him and he sighs. "Way less exciting than yours. Meetings, emails, financial strategies. I really don't see the point of talking about it." He replies. I bring my hand to take his, resting both of them on his lap. "Wanna go grocery shopping?" I ask him and he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Didn't Lita take care of it?" He asks and I shake my head at him. "I told her not to." "How so?" He asks me and I shrug. "I like grocery shopping. And I have missed doing it." "You like grocery shopping?" He asks in confusion. I stand up from the chair, standing before him as I bring my hands to clasp behind his neck. "You will see, Mr. Styles. There is joy in mundane things." I state, my fingers twirling in the hair at the base of his head. "Alright then. Let's do mundane things that I, an immortal have never done before." He says with prose, mocking me. "Go change." I laugh and shake my head. "Change? What is wrong with my clothes?" He asks and I purse my lips. "No one goes grocery shopping in a Gucci fitted suit." "And what should I be wearing, Ms. stylist?" He asks and I roll my eyes at him. "Jeans. They work miracles for that ass." I comment and he smirks. "You like my ass, huh?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow. "Oh, my, God. Go get dressed." I command and he laughs. "Yes, ma'am." He steals a quick kiss before running out of the room.

"You sure have a good appetite for cheese." Harry comments as I add the little block of cheddar to the cart. "You don't seem to complain when I make those little charcuterie boards for our wine nights." "We don't buy those premade?" He asks. "You can't really be that aloof, can you?" I ask him with a laugh. "What? They look almost professional." He defends himself and I hum doubtingly. "Nice save." I mumble, pulling out my phone to take a look at the list. "I am honest here... They looked very aesthetically pleasing." He compliments and I hum. "Thank you very much, then. Next is produce... Roll away, sir." I point to the aisle. "Wait, no ice cream?" He asks me. "Not on my list. You want ice cream?" I ask him and he nods. "Ok, then. Let's pick..." I lean over the freezer, taking a look at the options. "Chocolate chip mint." He rushes to say. I turn to look at him, watching his cheeks become red with excitement. "You like chip mint?" I ask and he nods. "I do. It is my favorite... Well, Christmas pudding is my favorite, but I can't find it here. So, I settle for some mint..." He explains. I grab a pint and add it to the cart, pushing it towards the cheeses to sort of maintain the temperature. "Well, it tastes a bit like toothpaste to me, but ok. I'll get my fudge." I pick out a pint for myself, placing it by Harry's on the cart. "You know when I was little I used to tell my mom that when I get my own apartment, I will have a freezer drawer full of ice cream. I would have ice cream every night." "Do you have that drawer? I haven't noticed..." I ask and he shakes his head. "It was just a stupid childhood thing. I am an adult now." He replies. I pout my bottom lip, tangling my arm with his and leaning my head on his shoulder as we make our way to the produce aisle. "You were kind of right you know... It is nice going grocery shopping. Even nicer with you along." He comments, pecking the top of my head.

"I fed Harry..." Harry states as he wraps his arms around me. "You two get along great." I comment and he hums. "He is a neat dude." "The goldfish?" I ask and he nods. "Ok..." I mumble, melting the bouillon cube in the oil in the pan. "Can I help with anything?" He asks me. "Chop the veggies over there." I point to the chopping board, earning a hum from Harry. "No wine while cooking tonight?" He asks me, picking out a knife from the stand. "I thought I would be cooking alone..." I reply and he scoffs. "I always help you, don't I?" He points out, leaving the knife down. "You do. But I thought maybe you needed some time alone to recharge." I explain, watching him as he moves to the wine rack. "What are we cooking?" He asks me. "Vegan Ragu with tagliatelle." "Red then." He states, picking out a bottle. "You are really good at pairings..." I comment, watching him pop the cork. "Why, thank you very much." He replies, taking a whiff of the cork. "I think you are going to like this one." He comments, leaving the bottle on the island and grabbing 2 glasses. "I have liked all the wines you have suggested this far." I compliment him. There is something so intimate about Harry taking care of me, and treating me so nicely. I'd hate to jinx it, but it feels a little too good to be true. "Take a picture, it will last longer." Harry muses, snapping me out of my thoughts as he leaves my glass by my hand. "I just zoned out." I protest and he hums sarcastically. "You zoned out staring at my butt. Those jeans work miracles on it, you said it yourself." "Oh my God, I have never seen such vanity in a single person." I tease him. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me closer to his body, my back touching his chest before he rests his chin on my shoulder and leaves a peck on my neck. "Just admit you are obsessed with me." He whispers. "It's true..." I sigh in defeat. It is futile not admitting it, he knows it already. "Ata girl." He bites softly onto my neck, before moving back to chopping the vegetable. For a moment my eyes can only focus on how his hand grips the knife and chops the vegetables thickly, making a loud sound as the knife hits the board. Fuck me, I am truly obsessed with him.

-

"I am surprised work and Harry even let you see me today..." Chrissy complains as we make our way down Hudson street. It is a heavy December morning, so I can see her breath as she speaks. "Oh my God, look who's talking... If walls could talk, they would have quite the stories about you and your husband." I tease her. "Jealous much of married life?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow. "Nope... I am fine as I am." "Look at you... Ms. I will never date again." She chuckles, punching my shoulder softly. "I am not dating. I am living with my partner." I fix my scarf as Chrissy coos. "Why are we here? Your house is all the way on the other side..." She asks. It is true, we are nearly approaching Lower Manhattan, 1 hour away by foot from the penthouse on Upper East Side. "We are here to buy ice cream..." I reply. "Ice cream?" She asks as if I said something outrageous. I think she would react way less surprised if I told her we are here to buy cocaine. "Yes, ice cream. There is a little place down here." I point to the next block, right where the little British store is. "Why would we have to buy ice cream from here? And why are we buying ice cream at the beginning of the winter?" She asks me, looking at me as if I am insane. "It is the nearest place I could find Christmas Pudding ice cream. It's for Harry." I explain. "We are an hour away from your place. It will practically be soup by the time we arrive." "Vinny is picking us up and he has a cooler with him. We are going home, I am giving this to Lita, and then we head to the market to buy ice cream." I explain. "More ice cream?" She asks me; she looks nearly outraged and I can't say I blame her. "I am going to give Harry a drawer full of ice cream. As an early Christmas present. He told me he likes chocolate chip mint, but his favorite is Christmas pudding. So, I am buying 5 pints of that, and then various flavors. And some for me, because choc mint still tastes like toothpaste, no matter how hard he tries to make me like it." "Oh, wow... Ice cream..." She says sarcastically. "He told me that when he was little he used to tell his mother that once he was older, he would have a drawer in his freezer, full of ice cream. I asked him why he doesn't have it, and he told me it is a stupid childhood thing, and that he is an adult now. I swear, it was the saddest thing he has told me... And now I have to make it happen. So, shush, buy ice cream with me, and let's catch up." I open the door to the market, walking in first.

"It is actually lovely of you to do this whole thing for Harry. You are smitten." Chrissy nudges my shoulder as we organize the ice cream. "I am... Look at me doing stupid shit, for a man... I spent a quarter of my paycheck on ice cream. I am dumb, aren't I?" I ask her. "I mean... I get it. I nearly broke an arm to get Adrian that stupid first-edition comic book signed by RDJ. And I spent more money than I am willing to admit to doing that whole thing." "Well, he is your husband." I point out. "That was for our 2-month anniversary." "Jesus..." I laugh, and she joins me, giggling loudly. "I know, I know. The worst thing is I would still do it, tomorrow if needed." She comments. "Yeah, good thing he married you. You are wifey material." "Oh, dear God, stop... You are just like me, you know." "Not married. There is still hope for me." "As if you would say no if he showed up tomorrow morning with a shiny diamond ring from Cartier." She cocks an eyebrow at me, expecting the answer. "I don't like diamonds. And I also think this would be too soon." "Didn't answer my question..." She mumbles, stacking one more pint of Christmas pudding ice cream on top of another. "It's not happening, so let's not discuss it. Hot cocoa?" I ask her, putting the last chocolate chip mint pint in the drawer. "Sure. Extra sprinkles and whipped cream." "Oh, wow, you are a brat..." I comment and she snickers. "Ask Adrian..." She mumbles and I roll my eyes. "TMI, sis, but k..."

-

"Can I take this off now?" Harry asks. In lieu of a blindfold, I have put a sleeping mask over his eyes, so now I am guiding him to the fridge to show him the surprise. I was practically waiting for him by the door, and I couldn't wait a moment longer to reveal the ice cream to him. "Not yet..." I mumble, opening the door to the freezer. "This better be good, sunshine... I had a very long day at the office." Harry sighs. He can't say no to me, no matter how tired he is... "Just a few seconds more." I announce, opening the drawer. I take one last look at it, smiling to myself over how cute this surprise is. "Ok, ready?" I ask him and he hums approvingly. I stand on my toes, reaching for the sleeping mask. "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them..." I instruct and he huffs. "Dear God..." He mutters. I press my lips together and smirk as I take off the mask. "You can open your eyes now... Ta-da!" I exclaim excitedly, standing aside from him to let him take a look. Harry is confused in the beginning, eyebrows pushed together as he tries to figure out why I brought him to the fridge. "What am I looking... at?" He asks, but before he could finish his phrase, his eyes light up and he reaches for the tub of Christmas Pudding ice cream. "It's your very own ice cream drawer..." I explain, waiting for his reaction. Harry leaves the ice cream down, opens his arms to wrap them around me, and pulls me into a bear hug. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asks me, pecking the top of my head multiple times. "Where did you even find Christmas Pudding ice cream in New York?" He asks me and I chuckle. "In a store in Lower Manhattan... It has English delicacies. I hope it is good." I giggle as he cups my face in his hands. "You are so perfect... Thank you, thank you, my love." He peppers my face with kisses, making me laugh at the tickling. "Come on, now. It is time to have dinner." I place my hand on his sternum, stopping him from covering me in kisses. "What's for dinner?" He asks me, resting his hands on my waist. "Ice cream..." "8-year-old Harry would adore you." He comments. "What about 31-year-old Harry?" I ask, making him hum before he replies. "31-year-old Harry worships the air you breathe." He replies, grabbing a tub of his ice cream.

Harry hovers the spoon before my mouth, teasing me as I try to eat a spoonful of the Christmas pudding ice cream. After a fit of laughter and me frustratingly grabbing his wrist to finally take the bite, I moan at the taste of the dessert. "I didn't expect I'd like Christmas pudding ice cream so much..." I mumble, making Harry look at me softly. "It's good, huh?" "You might like toothpaste ice cream, but this is good." I point at the tub, before digging my spoon into my pint. "I don't know how to thank you for this. It might be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me." Harry states. I smile and shrug, biting my bottom lip before I speak. "You deserve it, all of it. No matter how much Chrissy huffed and puffed while we were buying the ice cream..." "You saw Chrissy?" He asks me and I hum. "I did. She helped with this." I reply and Harry chuckles. "How are Adrian and she? We haven't seen them in a while." He asks me and I shrug. "They are sickeningly in love with each other. And Chrissy can't wait for their first Christmas, she is even collecting recipes to cook with Adrian and host their families for dinner... It is so out of character for her, but so adorable..." I state, trying to steal a spoonful from his ice cream. "If you like this Christmas pudding ice cream, wait until you try the real deal in Cheshire." "Is it better than this?" I ask and he hums. "I am not going to spoil it for you... You will try it on December 26..." He says mischievously. "Are you having it shipped for Christmas? Is it even going to last during the trip here?" I ask and he chuckles. "I am shipping us there. Christmas in the UK..." He explains. He sounds excited about it, surely has been planning it for a while. "Why that face?" Harry asks. I didn't realize my face was contorted all this time. "Don't you think you should have talked with me about this before planning the whole thing?" I ask him, feeling my heart sink to my stomach. "I thought it would be a nice surprise..." He shrugs. "I don't want to spend Christmas in London, nor any place else. I want to spend Christmas in New York. I want to spend Christmas here, at home... Last year I couldn't... This year, I want to spend it in New York. I want to go to Santa's workshop the weekend before Christmas, to Time Square for the ball drop, and visit Chrissy's and Adrian's place on the second day of the year to play cards and drink wine. I want to do the things I couldn't do last year. I am not going to London. End of discussion." I can barely hold back the tears, my body shaking as I try to come up with enough excuses so Harry will drop this. "I have already made arrangements... Do you know how hard it was to arrange for my Christmas leave? You can't dismiss that without proper conversation." He points out. "Maybe you shouldn't have made plans without proper conversation to start with. I am not going to London. You can go alone if you want to so badly. Goodnight." I have the final word, leaving the ice cream on the island before hopping off the stool. "(Y/N)..." Harry calls, but I manage to ignore him and slip into the guest room.

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City   /  Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen  / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome  /  Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York  /  Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City  /  Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Vol. 2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi 

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Birthday -- Joel Miller

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

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word count: 2,493

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s nothing worth celebrating.”

“There is. We’ve managed to survive.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Does that include Joel?” 

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

“He’ll want to, don’t worry.” 

“How are you so sure?”

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

“Okay. What are you planning?”

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

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

——

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

“Yeah?” 

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

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

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

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

“I need you to get her something.”

“Why?”

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Fine. What should I even get her?”

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

“Yes, because that narrows it down.”

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

“Gee, thanks for the help.”

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

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

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

“Good luck with that.”

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

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

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

“I know how a surprise party works kid.”

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

‘What’s that s’posed to mean?”

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

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

“See you Joel!” She said and left

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have a surprise!” Ellie shouted.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Maria and me made you a cake!”

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

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

Joel turned around, “Huh?”

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

“How do you know?”

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

“I didn’t know I was that obvious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at the inscription in the journal.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know and I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

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

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

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

“I knew you were up to somethin’.”

“But you can’t be mad can you Joel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We love you too Ellie.” You said. 

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

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

“Yeah, we know Tommy.” Joel said.

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

“I heard that.” Joel said.

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

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

“Can we dance now?” Ellie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?” 

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

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

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

[hxllo-nana]

So I just wanted to ask and say some things.

First of all:

Ur Ink u did for Inktober was really pretty. Look forward to any more Inktober pictures u can do. Only if u can though.

2nd of all: That Halloween Special AU art of Paps and Sans was so cute! Small baby-ish (demon; I think) Paps and teethwear (demon; I think) and/or braces Sans are so cute. I like their aesthetic too.

3rd of all: I was wondering how u been doing on any of ur projects

(like, Dead Ringer, which, I am very excited for the next episode of, and to see some of Sans, Paps, and Frisk's story of Dead Ringer. Will hopefully say something about Ep3 like I have done about the other previous episodes in some form. Or also like Bonnytale; which I read ur update(s) about on it's blog. And I am also very excited about. Or Inkuabtor. Ok, I probably spelled that wrong. Which, I am curious about. And the TikToks of it have been fun. I do hope u share it's story besides TikTok though. I will use TikTok sometimes. Like to see stuff and/or creators' stuff I like; like you. But I do admit; I don't use TikTok that much).

I know u have been jumping around them (and/or maybe even others), and/or probably are just busy and stuff. And I can wait for stuff. I know things can take awhile, and people have lives.

I am just curious.

4th of all: It looks like Hazbin Hotel is coming out in January, and if u are still doing Underhell, that means u will be getting more for that AU/series soon. Which is super cool. I love that AU, and the art and character stuff and stuff have done with it so far.

Also, since Hazbin Hotel is premiering soon, Cartoon Universe did a cool video called: "EVERYTHING You Need To Know Before Hazbin Hotel's Premiere!" , that has some cool info about Hazbin Hotel; that could be useful for ur AU/Underhell

Will say more about Underhell in another Ask, I feel like I have too much to say about it to have it in this ask, and I feel like it's better as it's own other Ask. Plus, this Ask is getting there in length. I don't know when I will send in that other Ask for Underhell though. Also, should I send that Underhell Ask on the Underhell Blog, or this blog?

Last of All: I hope u are doing well! And happy early Halloween!!

Thank you for the ask <3 ur presence means a lot to me! now then *cracks knuckles* let’s get into this

1. I have been doing some inktober works however I’m currently in a headspace where im overally critical with my work so i haven’t been posting them (here’s one i did but i redid it i will post the new one later today)

2. i love my little vamp au even tho i have not build on it and aren’t planning to its still fun to me and im glad u enjoyed it ^-^

3.deadringer process is still slow as i’m focused on college but i have been getting a lot of progress done in which i honestly didn’t think i would, turns out hang drawing/animating as a stress reliever helps me grandly lmao. Also i’m proud of the improvements from the first episode to this one.

As for inkubator I do plan on posting it on Tumblr. So it will only be available on Tumblr and Tiktok! I might have to make another blog for it ooo

4. I have been doing redesigns and story updates on underhell but i haven’t been able to work on it as much as im hyperfixiated on my purple babies (deadringer) and inkubator :’D I will take a look at that though!

5. Any blog is fine! ^-^ im sorry for the slow updates on underhell i promise ill get there 😭

happy early halloween! and thank you for the ask! your care really means a lot to me and i’m glad someone is so interested in my works <3

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

Preview for Ch 7 of Love and Fate

Hey folks! It's been a while between deep depression and general lack of inspiration. But I managed to work on this a bit and am happy to share with you a preview for the next chapter of "Love and Fate (Echo from Your Lungs)"!

...also I might break my promise and actually post some stuff other before this chapter is finished this month. I'm sorry! The brainworms won!!! Be mad at me; I'll accept it.

***

Shen Qingqiu found him staring at Luo Binghe’s face when he pulled back and it was long enough that Binghe brought up a finger to trace his brow and ask, “What’s wrong?”

“...just thinking about making you happy.”

“Why think? You do so just by existing.”

Too much, too much!! “Well, your birthday is coming up, you know. Is there anything in particular you want to do to celebrate?”

“Birthday? I was just going to celebrate the New Year with everyone else. Besides, I don’t actually know the day I was born.”

Shen Qingqiu blinked at him. The fandom had known his birthday was in December since it was freezing cold and before the solstice, but no particular date was considered canon. They hadn’t had the necessary information to be more specific and Airplane had left them alone.

But he had access to more data here than he ever had in his first life. 

Something to think about.

“...right. Well, I plan on celebrating your birth specifically. Is there anything special you want to do?” Luo Binghe gave him a look. “That’s not sexual, I mean.”

“...two things come to mind immediately.”

“Yes?”

His expression was trepidacious. “We can talk about this after your date with Liu Qingge. He should be here any minute.”

“Binghe, please, it won’t take long. Just tell me.”

Luo Binghe licked his lips and said, “First, I would like to kiss you. Really kiss you, just once.”

Shen Qingqiu froze, heart thudding in his chest. He cleared his throat and said, “You’ll be seventeen. That seems. Reasonable.” Binghe’s eyes sharpened and wow, okay, um. He liked that answer. “What else?”

“Let me sleep over,” Luo Binghe breathed, desire naked on his face. “We would still be clothed, nothing would happen between us, but I want to know what it’s like to sleep next to you, to hold you comfortably for a long time. I want to know what it’s like to wake up next to you.”

Shen Qingqiu searched his face and saw nothing but sincerity in his face, heard nothing but aching want in his voice. “Okay. We can try that. On your birthday.”

Luo Binghe breathed deeply and said, “Then I look forward to it, my love. So very much.”

Shen Qingqiu tried to come up with something intelligent to say when there was a knock at the bamboo house’s door. He startled and Luo Binghe quickly brushed his thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “I’ll get it. Come out when you’re ready, A-Yuan,” he whispered like a secret and.

Um. 

He should not be this into his disciple!!!

Binghe leaving the room allowed Shen Qingqiu to have a mini-crisis privately. What was this charisma, this confidence!?! Why was he so flustered!?! Why was his body like, reacting???

Gah! 

Nope!!!

Date time! With another man!! That would eventually be Binghe’s second husband!!!

Shen Qingqiu glanced at himself in the mirror one last time and, deciding to ignore the slight blush on his cheeks, went out to greet Liu Qingge. He was thankfully distracted from himself by the sight of his shidi.

“Qingge, you’re looking well,” he said with a little astonishment. The man’s hair wasn’t effortlessly smooth but actually shining with being brushed! His clothes were absolutely free of dust or monster parts! And, while still being appropriate, his clothes were tailored enough that Shen Qingqiu’s eye was drawn to his wide shoulders and strong arm. 

The man blushed but gruffly said, “Thanks. You look. Nice. As well.”

Shen Qingqiu chucked to himself as he moved forward, far more comfortable after seeing how awkward Liu Qingge was. “No need to strain yourself, shidi. I put a bit of extra care into how I dressed today; have to make this look serious, after all.”

“I wasn’t…” Liu Qingge trailed off, frustration clear on his face. 

Shen Qingqiu came to the door and patted his shoulder. “Really, it’s okay. I know you’re doing us a favor for going along with this; I can take care of the acting for us both.”

Shen Qingqiu leaned down to put on his shoes properly. He heard Luo Binghe’s deep sigh and then Liu Qingge’s, “I wasn’t. I’m not pretending. You are. Stunning.”

Shen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows as he straightened. “Look, you’re already getting better at it! But, really, don’t work yourself too hard. We don’t want you qi deviating again.”

Liu Qingge opened his mouth to say something else, but Shen Qingqiu wanted to actually let the man collect himself. It was sweet that he was trying so hard, but really! It was just him and Binghe here; who exactly was he pretending for? 

He turned and said to purse-lipped Binghe, “We’ll be back later, okay? Sometime after dinner.”

“After dinner?” Liu Qingge echoed quietly.

“Very well. Have a good time, Qingqiu,” Binghe said with a smile that was for Shen Qingqiu alone.

Such a good sport! Even with polyamory on the horizon, Shen Qingqiu really couldn’t fault his Binghe with anything.

He gave him a soft look in farewell and then turned towards the door. He grabbed Liu Qingge’s arm and pulled him out of the house. “Come on, shidi! We have a big day ahead of us!”

[leggyre]

hi all! sorry, this is going to be a bit of a sad post.

I just want to share that Nano passed away today. He was a very old bun at 9 years old and we just couldn't keep it up with his increasingly difficult health issues.

As of right now, I'm not asking for consolation or any words of comfort. It's the first time I'm dealing with a loss of this scale, of something I've loved so dearly for so long, that I'll never get back.

I'm still coming to terms about how I feel about it. There were so many times I felt like meeting him was fate. And to be honest, I still do. I set out to adopt a classic white bunny(because honestly that's the only color I had ever seen in the place before) but between all the sleepy or hungry babies there was a little black mischievous boy hoping around and approaching people who gave my finger little kisses and I just couldn't leave him there. We didn't have any boxes or cages to carry him in so he got to pee on my lap on the way home lol

The first time he licked me after that day, something I thought would take ages to happen after lengthy Bunny Research(tm) telling me so, was maybe within a few days or a week, but what made the moment as special as it was for me was the fact I was sitting on the ground, having a breakdown, crying my eyes out. I have a really hard time using the word love to others because I'm never sure of my feelings and I don't want to say it without meaning, but from then on I had never been so sure about how much I loved him.

I have a lot of other stories like that. He helped me learn a lot about myself. He gave me company at my worst. I missed him so much when I had to stop allowing him on the bed to take a nap with me because one day he just decided peeing there was okay. I laid down on the floor on the most uncomfortable positions for the longest time because he had fallen asleep in my arms. I did that this morning, after I was told he might not make it when we went to see the vet today. It didn't even feel like anything was wrong, really. I kinda thought maybe we shouldn't go and I could keep doing that tomorrow. And the day after. And the next. But every time he woke up and shuffled around it was so easy for me to tell he was uncomfortable, trying to find a way to lay down in a way that would ease the pain. He didn't look any different to most people, but I memorized every single kind of motion he ever did.

And it's funny to think that he knew me the same way. He knew exactly what me shutting off the computer sounded like and that it was the perfect time to beg for snacks and attention. He knew when I was hiding something for him. He knew exactly where I walked so he could leave the god damned piss traps in the way when he was mad at me. He knew that if he kept poking his nose out the fence long enough I'd come back eventually to pet him more even if I had already walked all the way to my bed and laid down. And he knew that he could come to me for comfort whenever he felt scared or in pain. He trusted me so much and that meant the world to me.

Just to add one weird, maybe funny thing that's gonna keep me pondering forever; one day, years ago, I wished that I could be the one to take any pain he'd ever feel. Since then, I kind of took note that we'd have our sickest days together, and often in similar ways. It's most likely confirmation bias, but I do like to think I did manage to take some of his pain from him.

Well. My plan was just to share the news and go on with my day. Think about stuff. Couldn't keep from writing this much, though, so I just decided to let it all out anyway.

Again, I don't want any comfort. I will always love him, the things he taught me, and the memories I'm blessed with. I will be okay.

I want the thought of him to keep bringing joy into my life, because that's the thing he's always been the best at. The second best was destroying specifically videogame related cables.

heres some shenanigans to brighten up the mood :]

and here's a cute pic from years ago as well 🐇💞

[lokisqueen69]

His little architect

Loki x y/n

Warnings: Slightly Smut at the end

Summary: Y/N is the royal architect for the Odin family but has always liked Loki more than the others. Loki has recently come into power which y/n is excited about. Y/n will do anything to make her new king proud little does she know this new king has a keen eye for her and her…skills. This is set in the first Thor movie but Thor never returns and Odin’s sleep is basically permanent.

Sorry this took forever to get posted things have been crazy. This is part 1 of 2. 2 will be steamy 😜

I wake up with a yawn not ready to start my day. I get dressed in my uniform and look at the schedule…

“Okay, first thing is discuss with the king the new plans for the garden expansion. I really don’t want to talk with this old geezer! He doesn’t have any sense of color or style. *sigh* It’s fine…I will discuss with Queen Frigga before I begin building and ordering the item for the expansion.”

I got my morning routine done but didn’t have time to eat as I took too long doing my hair. I run down the hall and approach the door to the throne room. I take a deep breath and nod at the guard to let the King know of my arrival. I hear him tell the guards to open the door, the voice not from odin. The doors open and I am greeted with the sight of Loki on the throne. I start to make my way to the throne.

‘Shit!’ I think

I had always had a crush on the youngest prince but could never act on it as it was very taboo and would ruin his and my reputations. I get to the base of the throne and kneel to him bowing my head deeply. I wouldn’t kneel to Odin normal unless he requested but Loki… he was a different story. I had mad respect for this God and I was determined to let it show. He smiled and chuckled slightly.

“Normally this would be a different matter amongst the others. Asking them to kneel at least but you-” he stands and approaches you lifting your chin to meet his gaze “are something special. Now my dear my father never got to inform me of all his maids, what are you here for and not in a traditional uniform.” he says looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“I am his architect, my king.” I say still knelt down.

“My dear. Stand and speak to me directly. You are not a lowly maid as I had originally thought. No need to be so formal, at least with me.” He says smoothly. I stand up and fix my uniform slightly.

“I am the royal architect, my king. This is my normal uniform for this position but I can get a new uniform tailored to your particular liking, my king.” I say my back straight but dare not to look him in the eye. He hums and looks at me. A grimace on his face he didn’t bother to try and hide.

“My father has no taste. This is very unflatter both in style and color.” he says averting his eyes.

“Ugh tell me about it.” I say and quickly cover my mouth, not even able to stop the sentence before it leaves my mouth. “I-i’m soo sorry, my king.” I say very scared and Loki chuckled darking.

“Oh my dear this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Now please tell me about the project or projects you are doing for my father. In order of most importance to least my dear.” Loki walks back to his chair as I stand at the bottom and begin to go over all of the projects Odin had desired for me to design.

“Okay let us walk to the garden to discuss the expansion and tell you about how a normal day looks for you and my father.” Loki stands and motions for you to follow as you two walk through the halls of the palace to the garden.

“Normally I would begin the day with a brief discussion of the project mostly to go over style coloring and any means he wishes to be included such as, this expansion is a tribute to the Queen. Your father wanted to be a surprise for her birthday but now things might be a little different to accompany your taste. I have some ideas I was planning to go over with him today about the expansion but nothing set in stone quite yet. This would be a normal day getting everything settled on coloring, flowers, and other items before I sketch the expansion as a whole and present it to him along with fabrics if needed.” I try to be as formal as possible as we get to the garden.

“Hmmm…I think we will still keep the expansion as a gift to my mother. She has always loved to be in the gardens. I would like to add a bench to allow her to sit and enjoy the flowers. Maybe we add a tree behind the bench.”

I nod and make brief notes of anything he wishes to change.

“What kind of tree would you like? I will say a willow would look the nicest but the upkeep is very heavy and they tend to be sickly. I could offer a few more or maybe discussion with the Queen about a tree she might enjoy? This is all up to you.” I say trying to ignore my racing heart that I knew he could hear.

“Hmmmm… No, let's not consult my mother. I would like for her to be truly surprised and as for the tree. You have a point with willow. Let's do three birch trees, one directly behind the bench and one of each side. Not directly on the benches side, I would like to add some succulent tables on either side so if she's to read she has a place to set them. Do you have suggestions?” He says looking over the garden.

I nearly choke on my own spit. ‘The prince wants my opinion??’ Odin only asks my opinions if the original plan failed.

Loki chuckles and turns to me “Oooh my dear. I may have BEEN your prince but now -” he walks up to me and lifts my chin and gets very close to me, our lips so close to touching. “ - but I AM your king now. Or have I forgotten that?” he says the last part next to my ear as I shiver. My body is heating up and I'm praying in my head that the blush in my face goes unnoticed. He then laughed quietly next to my ear.

“My dear, have forgotten that I can hear all those…interesting thoughts in your head.” He says kissing my ear lobe.

‘OH FUCK!’ I think panic spreads through my body. Loki sees my panic and gently grabs my hip to ensure I don't run as he gently sits down on the fountain’s edge and softly pulls me into his lap.

“M-my King?’ I say sit in his lap not daring to move off it. I shiver as he strokes my hips looking up and down my body and grimaces at the unflattering uniform Odin made me wear.

“Hmmmmm… I will see you in the tailor's office tomorrow night. To get you a new uniform one that -” He says rubbing his hand up and down my figure “ - better suits you and this perfect body of yours.” I shiver and whine as I see his hand travel down to grip my thigh. “Make sure to have the plans drawn out for me to see. As I will be there to ensure I will like the uniform and ensure that the tailor doesn’t dare abuse what’s mine.” He says one arm snaking around my hips and the other around my throat not hurting me but he holds it ever so gently. I nod as my chest heaves and my head spins. “Now…turn to me.” He says softly. I nod as I’m told, shivering as I’m now straddling his lap. He pulls me close to my body falling forward, my tits pressing to his chest and my hands on his shoulders. I look into his eyes as I see a green flash and I blink and look around.

“Is this your room?” I say as I flipped on my back. Loki’s arms on either side of me.

“You don’t know how long I wish to see you like this underneath me. And now *snap* - “ I jump and the cold air hits my body. My uniform turns to ash “ - bare to me only.” He says admiring the form beneath him. As he sighs contently and grabs my hand intertwined our fingers

“My King! This is not right.” I say struggling but his grip is too much as I look at him feeling self conscious as he smiles and leans to rest his forehead on him.

“I thought you were MY good little architect?” He says kissing my cheek gently as he strokes my hands. I shiver under him.

“I - I want… to be…good.” I say feeling my blush rising. He chuckles and kisses my cheek gently.

“I know you do.” He says kissing my lips deeply groaning into them.

[angel-anachronism]

Hello! Idk if you’re requests are open but if they are would you be able to write Jane doe/penny lamb x gn or transmasc reader?? Kinda like before the accident reader and Jane hang out in the bus together then do their own things around the fair like wining eachother gifts or going on couple/duo rides?

My requests are always open! Of course, I'll write that scenario. For all my Mischa lovers, I'm sorry for not feeding you any Mischa content, I promise after this request that I'll post more Mischa content soon!

Anyways, here's your order of Jane Doe/Penny lamb where she goes in the tunnel of love and wins gifts together with her boyfriend, (Y/N). (I'll make (Y/N) transmasc as the request suggested)

We're also almost at 100 followers, and I'm literally so happy. I started taking writing requests on this blog with 10 followers, and I'm already almost at 100! Idk how to thank you guys enough for this! Also, happy new year!

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The tunnel of love (Jane Doe/ Penny Lamb x transmasc!reader)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Today was a very exciting day for me. You might wonder why, and the answer is really simple yet a little childish. Today I'm going to a fair together with my choir buddies and my girlfriend, Penny, from the request of Father Marcus.

I was trying to keep my excitement very hard, but it was still very obvious that I was enthusiastic about this event. Ever since I was younger, I've always been excited to go to Fairs, Carnivals, Circuses, you name it. I used to beg my parents to take me to them right before the grand opening. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to go to a special event, especially if you lived in a small town like I lived in.

"Hey, (Y/N)? What are you thinking about?" Asked my girlfriend, Penny. She was the first person that I came out to as being trans, and she made me feel the happiest when she gladly accepted me. I smiled at her, feeling joyous about the fair.

"I'm just really happy that we're going to the fair! Aren't you excited too?" I asked her.

She nodded, with a smile on her face. "Of course I am! Who wouldn't be when you can have fun together with your partner and friends?"

"Yeah! You're right!" I laughed as "Angeleyes" by ABBA was playing in the background. We all began singing, except for Penny. I looked at her confused, but she just smiled at me.

Once we arrived, I was in awe. Unlike the last years, the fair was bigger and looked like it was full of people of different ages and sizes.

"So kids, I'll let you all ride whichever rides you want. Be sure to come back here before 06:30 PM, when we have to go back to the school building!" Father Marcus said.

"Yes sir!" We all exclaimed at him as we went different ways. Father Marcus smiled at us, before going to a hotdog stand that was near the entrance. I took Penny's hand, and we began looking for something fun that we can do.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Asked Penny, as I took a map of the fair to look at the rides that we can ride. My eyes immediately landed on "The cyclone" ride, the gem of Uranium's fair. People even came from all over the world, just to ride "The Cyclone". I never went on it, but I and my friends made a plan that we'll go on it last.

"Hm...How about we first go to..." I looked to see what kind of ride or place we could go to. I looked to my right and saw a winning prize game with pokemon plushies. Eureka!

"How about we go to the pokemon prize game? I can get you a plush if you want!" I suggested. Penny smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, We can get matching plushies!" She giggled. I took her hand, and we walked to the pokemon prize game, which was a bust-a-balloon game. The man at the stand gave us 5 darts, and we had to aim at the balloons so that we can get a prize.

Penny used 2 darts, and I used 3 darts. She surprisingly popped 2, meanwhile, I also popped 2.

We were both given two matching Shaymin plushies, and we smiled at each other.

"What should we name them..." Asked Penny as we were walking to the cotton candy stand.

"How about...Hmm..." I began looking at the stands so that I can get an idea. My eyes landed on a popcorn stand and a nachos stand. "How about Nachos and Popcorn?" I laughed.

"Haha! That's a funny idea! Fine then, Nachos and Popcorn will be their names." Responded Penny, hugging Nachos.

"Ooh! Wanna go to the tunnel of love?" I wiggled my brows as a joke as I pointed at the tunnel of love ride.

"Actually, that sounds fun!" Giggled Penny. "Let's go!" She said as she took my hand and we ran to the tunnel of love.

Once we got there, we paid the two people at the stand, and we got in a boat. The place looked like those tunnels of love that you'd see in cartoons. The tunnel was heart-shaped, and there were statues of iconic couples from history, like Romeo and Juliette, Aphrodite and Ares, and many more. It made me giggle a little from how funny the decorations were. They were all pink and tacky, but it made the place have a personality.

The only thing that seemed off was the "Keep your hands inside the boat" that was very big and bold. Ok then, Mr. Obvious, I'll keep my hands inside the boat.

"This was a bad idea-WOAH!" I yelled as the ride began working. At first, the tunnel looked dark, but there were animatronics there to bring the mood, but which made it actually look more hilarious than romantic.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally exited the ride. Instead of kissing or anything, we both were laughing at the decorations there.

"Thank you (Y/N)! I wouldn't have had a fun time if it wasn't for you!" Said Penny as she gave me a small peck on the lips. I blushed a little, and she began giggling.

"Oh, it's almost time when we need to go on the Cyclone like we promised to the rest of the group!" I panicked as I took my flip phone out and looked at the time. "Tag, you're it!" Laughed Penny.

"Hey!" I began laughing as I began chasing her. This day surely was the best one yet, even if we're just getting to the best part.

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