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Divus Crewel x Wife Reader
He forgot something at home headcanon/fic
I had an idea lmao
A few details to note before the fic, Reader is Crewel's wife and assistant for his fashion-related work (my personal headcanon please I need this) so reader usually stays at home or goes out to get things organized or checked on for Crewel.
Divus is not the kind of person who would usually forgets anything at home, but this morning he was in a rush
That night he had stayed up later than usual to finish grading papers
In fact, he stayed up so late you had to pull him out of his office and into bed so he could actually get some rest before another day of headaches from his students (and Crowley)
Unfortunately that morning his alarm clock had run out of batteries
You had woken up before him wondering why he was still in bed and not getting ready for work so you woke him up
In a panic, he quickly thanked you with a kiss told you to go back to sleep, and rushed to get ready and get to work
You of course decided to not go back to sleep and instead helped him out by getting his bag out of his office and making him coffee as he was putting on makeupÂ
And with another quick thank you and a kiss, he was out the door
Luckily today was a nice and slow day for you, so you luckily got to start without such a rush
it was around 10 o'clock when you got a call from your husband informing you that he had forgotten to put all those newly graded papers in his bag last night
"If you have time could you bring those over to school for me?" he asked as he rubbed his temples in frustration
"Of course what kind of assistant would I be if I didn't" You laughed as he sighed
"You'll have to come to my classroom, I really don't have enough time to meet you at the front gates today. Sorry about that."
Well today was going to be more exciting than you thought
After quickly throwing together a nice outfit you grabbed the papers put them in a folder and made your way to school
Driving up the road to NRC was stressful you really didn't know how Divius did it every day
You parked your car outside the gates and quickly speed-walked to your husband's classroom using the instructions he had given to you over the phone
As you approach his classroom you could hear the chatter of students inside, âwas class already over? Looks like I made it just in timeâ. You knocked on the door and poked your head inside all eyes were on you as the chatter suddenly dimmed.Â
âIs now a good time?â you asked as you opened the door a little wider so you could gesture to the folder in your hand
âOh perfect timing dear I was just about to dismiss these pups for lunch, well then pups it looks like you will be getting your grades back today after all.â You quickly made your way inside and over to his desk handing the folder to him âWait here a moment we can get lunch together once I dismiss them.â he smiled at you.Â
As you waited you noticed how messy his desk was, he must have been stressed, you thought as you decided to organize it for him. âOnce you receive your grade you may be dismissed, if you have any questions regarding your grade you may ask me, just make it quick. Homework is due tomorrow before classâ he spoke with a stern voice over the chatter, clearly glaring at some studentsÂ
As the students slowly filed out you could feel their questioning glances at you, hearing questions like
Who is that? Iâve never seen her around school before.
Does prof have a girlfriend???
Do ya think I got a chance with her?
That last one seemed to annoy Divis quite a bit.Â
After all the questions had been asked and quickly answered he quickly made his way back over to you slumping back into his chair with a sigh âSorry for the inconvenience dear I hope you weren't too busy today,â he said as he leaned his head to the side onto you.Â
You laughed softly as your hand moved to stroke his hair âDont worry Divius my only appointment is later this afternoon, you aren't interrupting anything.âÂ
he sighed slowly getting up and taking his coat off and draping it across your shoulders, âItâs cold here take this for the time being I dont need my lovely reliable assistant and wife getting sick now do I.â he looked over at you with a smirk.Â
âYes yes keep flattering me, I'm the best aren't Iâ you said holding in a laugh âDivius youâve had nothing to eat all day you must be hungry let's get you something to eat shall we?â you looked over him with concern.Â
âYou are not wrong there, let me lead you to the cafeteria the food is surprisingly good.â he chuckled as he offered his arm to you with a smile.
As the two of you made your way out of the classroom you took note of the three students and a cat that stood chatting conveniently close to the entrance of the classroom looking over at the two of you ever so stealthily. âThey are going to be a problem tomorrow.â your husband sighs as you laugh leaning into his side.Â
BONUS
âWho tf was that????â Ace whisper shouted at the prefect as they headed to the cafeteria. âHow stupid are you did you not hear him clearly say âassistant and wifeâ?â Deuce whisper shouted back. âI didn't know he was married. How long has he been married???â Grimm said borderline shouting directly into the prefect's ear. âWho cares about that, she looks like a model! How did he snag her? And you didnât answer my question earlier, ya think I got a chance with her?â the prefect rolled their eyes at Ace as they thought âI need to go apologie to Professor Crewel later.â
#divus crewel#crewel x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland#twst#divus crewel x reader
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Quarterly Fic Recs 2023: #2
Hello! I am a little late with my list but between work and my laptop taking so long to even boot up, itâs been hard to do anything. Iâve enjoyed all these fics these past few months and I hope you enjoy them as well. A huge thank you to all the writers for sharing their work đ
Seokjin
none :(
Yoongi
red chopsticks @hobicakess
summary: Now everytime you see chopsticks, you'll think of him.
beloved @bang-tan-bitches
summary: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win
fear and dumplings ch. 1 @softyoongiionly
summary: Youâre in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.Â
Hoseok
dinners & diatribes @yoongiphoria
Namjoon
the one with namjoon and the u-haul @eoieopda
summary: in which namjoon is buff, jungkook is late, & you're trapped in an elevator.
Jimin
blunt rotation @gimmethatagustd
summary: Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. Itâs lucrative, but lately, youâve seen a dip in profits. Maybe itâs because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics classâŠ
Taehyung
none :(
Jungkook
jungkook with chubby girlfriend pt. 2 @ta3bae
calling you cool @kithtaehyung
summary: after your band finishes a coveted club gig, youâre frustrated that your dope ass night ends with you hiding in a bathroom stall. at least, this is what you figuredâuntil someone comes along to change that.
prove it to me @kookslastbutton
summary: âIâm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that.â Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man whoâs constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once youâll play into his game and prove that heâs no more average than the rest.
because i love you ch. 10 @readyplayerhobi
summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should  be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time  on you. Itâs a good thing Jungkook doesnât care what society thinks  then.
only when youâre lonely @jjkeverlast
summary: jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and youâre soft touches that bring him to orbit. itâs all itâs ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesnât know is that youâre much more than just someone he meets when heâs lonely.
OT7/ Multple Members
satisfy ch. 5 @suga-kookiemonster
summary: âlisten,â taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. âi figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.â but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?
fang f*cker @sailoryooons
summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe itâs a little cute. But itâs mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. Heâs a vampire, after all.
before i leave you ch. 51Â @hollyhomburg
summary: youâve never seen Namjoon this angry before, but you canât say heâs not rightfully upset at You and Hobi. Not every punishment can go according to planâŠ
Seokjin
wrong place wrong time @bangtanintotheroom
summary: Why couldnât the two of you have just waited until you got home?
smile @shuadotcom
summary: Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. Heâs even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. Heâs dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.
the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky @eoieopda
summary: Kim Seokjin got really drunk on a members-night-out, so his fiancée has to pick his cute, clingy ass up.
i almost do @yoongiphoria
summary: You wipe the tears that have trickled down your cheek, collected below your nose. âI miss you, Seokjin. Can⊠can you come find me?â
the dogs of war @ugh-yoongi
moaning on stream @here4kpopfics
summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something elseâŠ
my soul @peachypinkygloss
summary: No one said loving a vampire would be easy, especially not one who is tortured by his past and his present. Your love for him is eternal, even though you cannot be with him forever... Or can you?
flurious @miscelunaaa
summary: itâs fine, youâre not mad at your best friend at all! in fact!! youâre so fine that youâre going to work off some steam just to prove how fine you are!!
Yoongi
glorified memories @shina913
summary: Another late-night phone call with Yoongi.
Hoseok
all it takes @yoongiofmine
summary: After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.
Namjoon
none :(
Jimin
none :(
Taehyung
one moâ gen @bangtanintotheroom
summary: You find your ârelationshipâ with Taehyung escalating sooner than you expected. Â
up close and personal ^
summary: Taehyung thought he had seen it all with you, but you prove him wrong.
bear with me ^
summary: You have a special guest today, one of the fuzzy kind. Â
wedding bells @hyungieyoongi
E2L
Jungkook
just a little @soft4gguk
imagine @chryblossomjjk
summary: jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.Â
virgin sacrifice @girl8890
summary: Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected.
tongue tied @jeonqkooks
summary: âJeez, youâre acting like I asked to peg you or something.â
when it all falls apart @7deadlysinsfics
summary: whatâs there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesnât love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on
OT7/Multiple Members
before i leave you ch. 53 @hollyhomburg
summary: A snippet of the future- a flash forward- in which you and jimin reach an agreement.
like crazy @euphoricfilter
summary:Â the story of why you loved to dance in the rain.
baby @theharrowing
summary: Jimin, aka Baby, doesn't let just anyone have him for free. What a shame that the man he likes spending time with the most is a cop.
red light - white walls @kookieswan
summary: Seokjinâs been away for a while, and it makes him wonder just how much heâs missed. Yoongi, thankfully, is surprisingly loose lipped.
YoongiÂ
busted @kithtaehyung
summary: when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made.
OT7/ Multiple Members
sweeter than sweet @gimmesumsugaâ
summary: You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. Â As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, youâre enthralled from the very moment you meet. Â Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.
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they're wearing their raincoats so for me this is already a 10/10 episode. love when they wear their raincoats!!
not big bob and tina going on the toddler rides at amusement parks together. LESS THRILL MORE CHILL. truly two autistic peas in a pod <3
big bob is seventy five (at least according to louise) this is important lore. also this means bob's dad is the same age as his gayass old man landlord who flirts with him every other day FJDMDJDKSMS according to my caculations big bob would've been 29ish when he had bob which means he met lily when they were in their early twenties. that also means (assuming that lily was the same age as big bob) lily would have been around 43 when she died although the math doesn't add up 100% if you consider her being born in 1941 because it would mean this episode takes place in 2016 which it doesn't. am i overthinking this one-off line where louise guestimates big bob's age??? yes i am thank you VERY MUCH.
LMAOO NOT THE BIG BOB REPUBLICAN DOOMER ARC OH NOOO
big bob making conversation while spending the day with his very young grandchildren: so have you considered that the world is terrible and people are awful and we should all kill ourselves? thoughts?
(im sure that isn't what bob meant its just funny to imagine big bob depression posting circa 2013 tumblr @ his grandkids all day)
ALSO this implies bob has been talking to big bob more regularly lately which is great. they're working on their relationship. a little bit :)
BIG BOB FOR REAL BEING A QANON TRUTHER EXCUSE ME???? THE FUCK. ohh he's literally a doomer he's watching videos about the upcoming apocolypse and how to ration food. HE'S A CLIMATE CHANGR DOOMER ITS SO OVERR im sorry thats so funny im obsessed w/ him
also our first time ever seeing (what im assuming is) bob's childhood home!! very cute. and he made them cookies
BIG BOB COMING TO VISIT BOB AT HIS RESTAURANT???? HUGE WIN???
why is big bob calling bob randomly to talk about how the world is ending and tigers are going extinct what is GOING on. at least he believes in climate change??
"like he's getting ready to..... leave the party. so he doesn't feel bad about telling everyone how much the party stinks" DONT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT if there's an episode where big bob dies its over for me. like its done <- there won't be but i would be very very sad IF THERE WAS. to be fair we gotta kill off linda's parents too though
aww they're texting regularly <3 i like how you can ALREADY see how much bob and big bob's relationship has improved since the start of the show where bob Literally thought his dad hated him and that he was a disappointment. see what actual open communication can do for you!! im happy bob has at least one parent he can talk to kinda sorta? HE SHARES HELPFUL TIPS SO THAT BOB CAN SAVE HIS FAMILIES LIFE HES TRYING TO HELPP :(
"and today its just gonna be him. and them. and the giant cloud of darkness that follows him wherever he goes" funnily enough thats also what people say when talking about me :3
GRANDPA HUG!!!!!!!
"pop pop how much cotton candy is TOO MUCH cotton candy" "i dont know. three??"
LMAO FOR SOME REASON THAT REMINDS ME OF THIS FUCKIGN QUOTE. big bob when gene comes out to him as genderfluid like
wharf day with pop-pop!!! wharf day with pop-pop!!!!!
grandpa needs a little bench time. im ALWAYS saying this tbh
"don't get any tattoos that your parents can see" FUN GRANDPA he's definitely a better grandpa than he is a dad bcuz he was not doing this shit w/ bob when he was young i can tell you that much
OMG I LOVE TEDDYS RAINJACKET?? sorry i live in a rainforest its my god given right to comment on people's rainy day fashion. its like my one job
"i need to ask you guys A HUGE favor. can you try to take a good picture of me" teddy u are literally always hot this shouldn't be a problem. you're DRIPPING sex appeal. except this is for a handyman website so maybe less sexy?ANY PICTURE I TRY TO TAKE OF MYSELF I LOOK LIKE A MURDERER FJFMDNFJDKDNDJXHXH
louise shows up whenever she goes and figured out the best way to Cause Problems and i respect that about her. that takes real talent and dedication
one thing about the belcher kids they WILL end up locked inside a fortune telling clam in wonder wharf
he's sooo baby
everything is so okay bob dont even WORRY. big bob is asleep on a bench and the kids are stuck inside a giant clam they've done more dangerous stuff like twice this week already. at least they're inside??
"its fun when your dad shows up to. check on your grandpa"
ITS SO EASY FOR YOU BOB WITH YOUR CHARMING LOVEABLE FACE
do you not trust me with the kids :( noo big bob they literally (kinda) trusted GAYLE with the kids for AN ENTIRE WEEKEND u cant be worse than her at taking care of them. she was making them do some shit that Kids should not be doing. anyone remember the pretty paws
??? why was he just randomly like oohh we should win that gorilla for the kids. he loves them SO MUCH im gonna cry <3 he literally loves them and wants them to be happy. he SPOILS them. he's such a good grandpa and such a terrible dad lmfao
"are we being punished? for being helpful and delightful??"
if i was walking around an amusement park and i heard a robotic fortune telling clam SCREAMING for somebody to help it escape i would get the fuck outta there so fast sorry kids. you might be on your own w/ this one
i dont know why bob is acting like he doesn't lose the kids four times a week MINIMUM those mfs will run off anywhere if given half the chance. they live for the thrill
"we lose 'em and then we find them. that's our thing" ?? what did he mean by this
WHY ARE THEY LOOKING FOR "CUTE" TOOLS this subplot is so funny im kinda obsessed. mechanics for the girlies
HOW DO YOU MAKE A TAPE MEASURER LOOK SCARY........
teddy is scaring the hoes nooo. its okay teddy i would hire you maybe(??) well. yknow
IM A GENTLE PERSON :( teddy i will always be your biggest fan wtf he's literally so sweet. he wouldnt hurt a fly
silly <33
LMAO not louise just lying there and saying help us. help us. help us into the microphone she's so cute and SOOO over this whole situation
TEDDY IS HAPPIEST WHEN HE'S EATING BOB'S BURGERS THATS SO SWEET WTF
he's a good grandpa :(
SOMETIMES YOUR GRANDPA CAN BE A LITTLE DARK ABOUT LIFE AND NEGATIVE. YOU MEAN LIKE YOU LMAOO
if you keep saying stuff like that around your grandkids they're gonna believe you.... and then it might actually come true. so maybe don't say horrible stuff about the future to people who will have to live in that future </3
IM NOT ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT THE FUTURE AND THATS **BECAUSE** OF MY GRANDKIDS what if i cry right now. he literally loves them so much he's such a good grandpa!!! wtf Anyone else thinking about amelia right now. the ending
AAWWW THIS EPISODE WAS SO CUTE IM OBSESSED WITH BIG BOB he was such a terrible father but he's the best grandpa and he loves these kids SO MUCH. genuinely. and im so happy that his relationship w/ bob is getting better and that they're on better terms. also the subplot with teddy was adorable i always love teddy and linda subplots. they're BESTIES. maaaybe my favorite episode from this season so far but honestly they've all been so great that there's like five different episodes competing for that spot. and we're still only eight episodes in!!! absolutely everything i wanted from an episode with big bob (even if lily wasn't mentioned. SAD!! oh well there are other episodes) and i loved learning more abt his relationship with his grandkids and that dynamic ^_^ <33
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Get to Know Me Tag Game
@silverskulltula I love doing these thank u for think of me! đŠ
đ 1. Are you named after anyone? All three of my middle names are after people! An aunt I've never met, my father, and my father's sister (also an aunt but I know her)
đ 2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday but it's been an emotional time in my life lately
đ 3. Do you have kids? No, but I'd like to have two some day.
đ 4. What sports do you play/have you played? Haven't ever been a huge sports person but I used to really enjoy dodge ball (if that can be included) and volley ball. The most I've ever enjoyed a sport was when I was doing fencing in university. I'm pretty decent at lunges actually!
đ 5. Do you use sarcasm? It's been said
đ 6. whatâs the first thing you notice about someone? Clothing, maybe? I like to see the different ways people express themselves through their fashion!
đ 7. Eye color? Hazel (the bluey-green kind)
đ 8. Scary movies or happy endings? Lately I've been really enjoying psychological horror movies like The Menu, Cabin in the Woods and Nope! I used to really not be into horror but more recently I've really started appreciating the different ways themes are tackled in a movie that aims to scare/horrify/disturb! Cabin in the Woods said 'What if in a situation with literal axe-wielding redneck zombie murder family the real horror was systematic, government-ordained violence?' and I loved it for that.
đ 9. Any talents? For drawing! There's always more room to grow but I'm happy with the art skills I do have. I'm also pretty decent at writing and telling stories, I'd say!
đ 10. Where were you born? In Ontario! Oakville, if that contains any significance to anyone đ¶
đ 11. Hobbies? Video games, drawing, RP (whether it's written or TTRPG style), writing letters, and cooking! I also watch shows here and there and enjoy cooking / history youtubes.
đ 12. Any pets? My beloved cat Cheshire! We usually call her Chess she's 13 and developed Cat Asthma this year
đ 13. Height? 5'
đ 14. Favorite school subject? English
đ 15. Dream job? I really want to be a researcher. I have a bachelor's in psychology, and to be a psych teacher and researcher is pretty up there, but lately I've been considering what it might mean to take that research interest in other directions!
I'll throw some tags out here but if I miss you and you still wanna do it please do I love to read these thangs
@doeraymmie @clairric @nakimochiku @first-renegade @arandomeldritchbeing @yourpsychothicccgf @final-girl-lorde @kinryouku @cinnamintal @corosiaspara @interclouds @confettigraffiti @darkvampire111-blog @orionsvoid @justlikeloving
#ask meme#briithoughts#Thanks again for tagging me!#Also. if you got notified the original time I accidentally posted this with all of the original text no u didnt#and im sorry#Updated favourite subject to english because as much as I enjoy chemistry#ive been contemplating that English is probably more accurate
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here is a lil bit of fun fashion history i learned today and thought might be interesting to share;
so if u know me or have followed me p much anywhere online for the past few yrs especially u probably know i really do not like wearing a lot of modern style clothes (for the most part at least) and if i'm able to i prefer to get thrifted/pre-owned clothes from a whole bunch of different eras (also because Clothes Are Expensive and even if i did prefer modern styles i cant afford a lot of them normally unless huge sales are going on) but primarily my fav styles tend to be anywhere from like late 50's to mid 70's. i am disabled and have been my whole life and i only started being able to have any kind of income of my own in like late 2020 or early 2021 which means i have had a little bit more independence to find cool old clothes that i can afford and actually enjoy wearing, so thats been a huge positive change for me and my identity and getting to feel more like my Genuine Self by passing along clothes i can't or didn't want to wear now in my mid-20's to make room for fun vintage stuff i actually do want to wear.
lately i've been trying to find vintage nightgowns that are both clean/in good wearable condition and not expensive and a few days ago i happened to stumble onto a listing online for a super pretty light blue nylon nightgown in great pre-owned condition for $10 and was like oh my god thats awesome i need to get that; it came in the mail the other day and here's what it looks like:
(the lace is much more white irl, my house has very yellow tinted lighting and my bedroom walls are like the same color green as my comforter sheet here so it tends to make things look more yellow in pics than they actually are lmao)
its got super stretchy elastic around the bust & waist as u can see there so its pretty versatile with the fit and i am just in love with the general style and shape of it so much, very Edwardian Revival which i have a decent amount of in my closet cus i love old takes on even older fashion styles. so anyways i was folding it to put in my pj/nightgown drawer in my room and happened to notice it still had its' original tag on completely in tact on the inner lining near the bust/arm area and found one of my absolute favorite logos to find on vintage clothes tags:
Ladies Garment Union label!!! (International Ladies Garment Workers Union or ILGWU was a large clothing union group that made a lot of vintage clothes thru most of the 1900's and had a lot of different styled and colored tag logos like this on all their work over the decades), now there was not detailed info on the listing for this nightgown when i got it but the seller listed it as 70's era based on the style i assume, which i would've been fine with regardless of actual decade i just rly love comfy retro styles haha, but i was like yeah i can def see this being a 70's nightgown that checks out from my personal experience, but since i just noticed this label tonight i wanted to see if i could find a historical resource list of the different Union logos online because i have quite a few that look almost exactly like this specific tag and almost all of the other ones with it in my closet are from some time in the 60's.
so i found an awesome list with both info and example pictures of the Union tag logos throughout the decades from a site called sammydvintage and i was able to actually pin down the production date of this nightgown to less than a year of when it was made!!!
i know from my own experience that a lot of the 60's to early 70's era tags didn't have color printed on the logo yet so i was pretty sure it was from that general era and sure enough on the reference site i saw a pic of this same style logo with a timeline of 1964-1973; i was satisfied enough with that knowledge and was like yeah makes sense, this is probably early 70's towards the end of that.
NOPE! i read a little more on the page and it mentioned that the example picture on that site had a small (R) on the left side next to the logo, and that the R indicates the tag was printed after the Union trademarked the logo on April 21, 1964, so if you see a tag with that design but no little R, it was made *before* the logo was trademarked. sure enough, if you look at the pic i took of this gown's tag, there's no little R trademark next to the logo!
which means that, according to this site's information which seems very accurate and in-depth, this dress was made anywhere between June 28, 1963 (when the logo design changed from the previous version) to April 21, 1964. how cool is that!?!? i've never been able to ID such a specific less than a year date for a piece of vintage clothing i own before, and i was like 10 years off with my original guess lol!
it would be much more difficult to pin it down further obviously but knowing that new info, if i had to make an updated guess, i'd say this was probably either a Spring (of '64) or Fall/Autumn (of '63) fashion release since it's long and has sleeves but they aren't full-length sleeves and the nylon material is comfy but pretty thin for winter night-wear (it definitely could be though of course, i wouldn't be surprised if this was originally part of a multi-piece set that may have included a similar looking robe, sheer cape, or 'house coat' layer to wear over it since sleepwear sets like that were a very popular thing in 60's nightgown fashion)
i also thought it was cool in that '63-'64 was around the general era of this Edwardian/Victorian/Medieval Regal revival type trend having its early start which eventually helped popularize the style going into the remainder of the 60's and even further into the 70's with the eventual rise in popularity of brands like Gunne-Sax which has kind of become a cult classic icon of 70's 'cottagecore', 'prairie', 'medieval/regal' revival dresses from that era. that '63-'64 date timeline also makes complete sense in a more widespread pop culture way that i can't un-see now that i know when it was made; the 1965 movie version of The Sound Of Music was one of many popular pieces of media from that time that contributed heavily to the general popularization of this mod regal revival dress style, and if you changed the poofiness of the sleeves and lowered the length of my blue nightgown here, it has SUCH a similar silhouette structure to Liesl's "gazebo" dress from the '16 going on 17' music number from that movie:
(bonus Fun Fact Within A Fun Fact: Mitski drew inspiration from that dress when she was working with the costume designers/creators for her 2022 tour outfits and had them made in 4 different colors all together, i believe. its a very good dress đ)
anyways!!! i just wanted to share this fun deep dive into vintage fashion i unintentionally went on tonight because i am so excited to have learned so much information from such a random nightgown thrifting find. i have a huge special interest not only in the history of vintage fashion/trends/pop culture but also archiving that history and investigating the origins/influences of seemingly mundane bits of every day life in the past so this was such an awesome and exciting discovery to me! definitely makes me want to take out my other clothes with the various Union tags still on them and see if i can narrow down more detailed years for those pieces too đ„°
#this is such a long ramble post i am so sorry LOLLL i was just happy to learn/share this with anyone đ
#fashion#60's fashion#1960's#vintage fashion#thrifted fashion#vintage style#fashion history#long post
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HYUNJUN HUR â let me drown mv
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can u do an imagine about matching with bords or another one of the umich boys on tinder?
THOMAS BORDELEAU | STARTED WITH A SWIPE
pairing: thomas bordeleau x fem!reader,
word count: 1.7k
summary: after finally giving in to the desperation being single, you find yourself on tinder and possibly meet your perfect match.
warnings: swearing
note: thank you for requesting anon!! but also like idk how tinder works so bear with me lmao
you sigh as open the app youâve been avoiding for so long. you hated to say it but you were desperate for anything romantic in your life and re-reading the deal just wasnât cutting it anymore.
sorry garrett
as you mindlessly scroll through the app you swipe right on a couple of guys but mostly swipe left because youâre picky. eventually you give up and scold yourself for even opening the app again, before shutting your phone off and going to bed.
itâs a couple of days later when you get a notification on your phone informing you that you matched with someone.
oh?
you re-open the app once again and see that the guy you matched with was thomas bordeleau, a well known hockey player at your school.
you remember swiping right on him few days ago. his tattoos, good fashion sense and the fact that he played hockey were all very big selling points when you made your decision.
your phone buzzes with another notification and this time itâs a message from thomas.
thomas bordeleau: hey, whatâs up?
you: nothing really, just watching a movie
thomas bordeleau: what movie?
you: 10 things i hate about you
thomas bordeleau: never seen it
you: you should watch it, itâs on netflix and one of my all time favourites
thomas bordeleau: maybe i could come over and watch it sometime
you: that was smooth
thomas bordeleau: wasnât it?
you and thomas end up texting into the late hours of the night. you had never had such an easy conversation with guy before, so when he asked for your phone number you happily sent it to him.
-
it became apart of your routine to text thomas, whether it was something that happened during your day, a stupid tiktok you had seen on your for you page or when you were stressed with school and needed someone to vent to, thomas was there at the click of your fingertips.
but the two of you had never called each other or seen each other face to face. you had no idea what thomas even sounded like because the only form of communication youâve had with him is text.
which is why when you heard your phone ringing and saw thomas contact lighting up your screen you grew extremely confused.
you hesitantly answer and hold the phone up to your ear âhello?â
âhey! whatâs up hot stuff?â you hear who you assume is thomas yell through the phone.
âuh thomas?â
âyeah thatâs my name baby.â
itâs then you hear the music blaring and loud voices in the background âare you drunk?â
âwhat?! me?! never! i only drank a little bit, like this much.â you have no idea what this much is and thorugh his drunk state thomas must realize it too âoh shit! you canât see me! thatâs so funny!â
âthomas-â you start but heâs quick to cut you off.
âyou should come!â
âwhat?â
âto the party! the boys and i kicked some fucking ass tonight and you should come celebrate with us!â
you knew they had won tonight, but you were in no shape to go to a party. your hair was a mess and youâd been lying in bed all day because you had gotten your period. there was no way youâd be able to handle a party with your already pounding headache and you did not want your first time meeting thomas to be when he was drunk off his ass.
âi-i can text you the address hold on-â
âthomas i canât come tonight.â you sigh.
you hear him gasp âwhy the heck not?!â
âiâm not feeling very well tonight.â
âoh.â you hear his disappointment through the phone. âa-are you okay? do you- do you need anything?â
your heart skips a beat in your chest âno i-iâm okay. you have fun though. text me tomorrow okay?â
âokay i will- shut up briss! iâm trying to talk to my girlfriend! putain sacrĂ©! (holy fuck)â
âtext me when youâre sober, okay?â you ask, ignoring the way your stomach flips at the false title thomas gave you.
âau revoir mon amour!â he yells before the call ends.
you sat in laid in bed that night praying that someone got thomas in bed alive.
-
the next morning thomas woke up with a pounding headache, the previous nights events coming back to himâŠ
drinking lots of drinking
cup pong with brendan (which they won)
calling you
more drinking
puking in a plant
thomasâ eyes fly open as he recalls his phone call to you the night before. he thinks heâs hallucinating but his nightmare only becomes a reality when he checks his phone and finds the call in his recents.
he groans because his first time speaking to you he was drunk off his ass, probably made a shitty impression and he barely remembers what your voice sounded like.
thomas makes his way downstairs to find mcdonaldâs on the table. he eats a bit of it, making sure itâs gonna stay down before scarfing down the rest of it. brendan also places some aspirin in front of him, which he takes immediately.
âhey bords?â brendan calls.
âwhat briss?â
âwhenâd you get a girlfriend and when can i meet her?â
âwhat girlfriend?â
âwell you were on the phone with some girl last night and when i tried to talk to you, you yelled at me saying that you were just trying to talk to your girlfriend.â
âi said what?! did she hear me?â
âi mean yeah probably, you were practically yelling through the phone.â he said making thomas groan.
âdo you know what else is said?â
âwell before interrupted, i heard you ask if she was okay and if she needed anything and then when you were saying goodbye you said something in french.â
âwhat did i say in french? briss what did i say?â
âhow am i supposed to know?! i dont speak french and i was drunk!â
âwhat did it sound like?!â
âaur- evi - uoire mona mure?â brendan said in very broken and incorrect french. but thomas managed to decipher the phrase.
âau revior mon amor?â thomas asked hesitantly making brendan nod. âoh fuck me.â
brendan laughs and claps thomas on the back âi suggest you call her explain your were drunk that is if she didnât put that together already.â
thomas nodded before going back to his bedroom, taking a quick shower before taking his phone off the charger and clicking on your contact so he could send you a text.
you were wide awake and groaning in your bed as you felt little knives stab you in the uterus when your phone binged.
thomas bordeleau: you up?
you: yeah, iâm up
then youâre receiving a call from thomas and you almost jump out of your skin because this time heâs got to be sober.
itâs just thomas y/n, relax.
you press the accept button and bring the phone to your ear
âhey.â
âhow you feeling thomas? hung over?â you tease, making him groan.
âiâm so sorry about last night but iâm good now, i took some aspirin so i should be fine.â
âdonât worry about it. it was very entertaining, drunk you seems like a blast.â
âiâm always a blast. drunk, sober you name it.â he hears you laugh on the other end of the line and his entire body comes to life at the sound. âhey y/n?â
âyeah thomas?â
âwhatâre you doing today? are you free? maybe we could do somethingâŠâ
You frown and silently curse mother nature for doing this to you on today of all days âiâd love to but i feel like absolute shit and i donât think you want deal with my cranky ass right now.â
âis it the same thing from last night?â
âuh yeah same thing.â
âwell do you need anything? i could pick you something up and bring it over.â
you hesitated because you were in need of some more tampons and snacks but were you really about to ask thomas to buy them for you?
you laugh to yourself because yeah right
itâs not twenty minutes later you hear a knock on your door and see thomas walk in with a CVS bag in his hand.
in your defence, you were desperate for snacks
âwell this is a great first impression meeting me.â you sigh.
âwould it shock you if i told you iâve had worse encounters?â
âthereâs no way.â
âthe first day i met brendan he was stark naked and gave me a hug. naked.â
that sentence alone has you bursting into a fit of laughter and although itâs painful youâre thankful for something funny and not depressing.
thomas sets the bag on your bed. you open it to find exactly what you asked for and more. the tampons and pads, chocolate, candy, a pint of cookie dough ice cream, some more pain meds and a teddy bear. your eyes well up with tears at his extra thoughtfulness âthomas. how did you even know-â
âwhen i got my license i always had to go out and get my little sister this kind of stuff. it usually made her feel better so i figured⊠well you know-â
you sit up and hug him tightly âthank you.â
he hugs you back, pressing a kiss on top of your head âanything for you.â
âdid you wanna maybe stay for a bit? we could watch a movie or somethingâŠâ you ask, moving over and opening your covers slightly.
thomas nods, climbing in next to you as you grab your laptop, you lean against thomasâ chest as you open up netflix. âwhat should we watch?â
thomas grins wrapping his arms around you âhow about 10 things i hate about you? i still havenât seen it.â
you grin, quickly put your favourite movie on and snuggling into thomas âyou really did end up coming over and watching it.â
thomas chuckles âiâm pretty smooth arenât I?â
âoh the smoothest.â you tease.
itâs only when the movie ends and both you and thomas are both on the verge of sleep that the same thought flows thorough both your heads.
you both had found your perfect match
and it all started with a swipe.
#thomas bordeleau#umich hockey#hockey boy#hockey boy imagine#nhl imagine#san jose sharks#hockey imagine#thomas bordeleau xreader#thomas bordeleau imagine
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the struggle bus
summary: spencer is the kindest human alive, which makes things tough for the reader :/ (spencer reid x fem!reader)
word count: 5.3k (a doozy kinda!)
warnings: i guess angst, but really just idiots in love (my fav trope). reader is kind of a hot mess. also, mention of overdose via multivitamin.
authorâs note: hi, itâs been approx 4000 years since i last posted, but itâs just because i have no concept of âefficiencyâ or âspeed.â but itâs okay. some of this is good, some of this is eh, make of that what you will. also, this is supposed to be #funny sometimes so uhhhh, keep that in mind. ALSO, the title is majorly stupid, but it was the title of the google doc, and i couldnât think of anything else......anyways, love u!
For once, the bullpen was quiet.
Spencer was immersed in some case file, doing some work that you should have probably been doing as well, but it was approaching the late hours of the night, and you would barely be able to keep your eyes open if you came even close to trying to read or write. Your desks were situated against each other, so you shifted your gaze across the small divider to him. His sharp features were softened in the lamplight, a sight that tugged on your heartstrings, and you took a moment to just look at him. Most everyone else was gone or was too focused on getting their work done to pay attention to your reverie. Derek, if he were here, would dub you as âlovesickâ and shoot mischievous smirks and wiggling eyebrows in your direction, but luckily for you, he was not. Twisting carelessly in your chair with your feet propped on the desk, you chewed absentmindedly on a pen, lost deep in thought. âHey, Spencer?â
âYeah?â He continued scribbling on the file without so much as a glance towards you, but that was perfectly fine by you, more time for not-creepy staring.
âHow many of my vitamins do you think I could eat before I died?â
At this, he furrowed his brow and neatly laid his pen down.
âThat depends on what vitamin youâre taking. If youâre talking about iron supplements, the limit is somewhere around 20mg of elemental iron per kilogram of body weight. Any more than that will have incredibly unpleasant side effects like abdominal pain, persistent vomiting, rapid breathing, and coma. However, if youâre talking about Vitamin C, itâs virtually impossible to overdose, but you might get a bad headache if you supersede 2000 mg.â
âOkay, what about my gummy vitamins?â
He narrowed his eyes at you. âWhile it still depends on what vitamins are included, eating a whole bottle of your typical multivitamin could easily result in death.â
You mulled this over. âSo, I should definitely not go home and eat the rest of my gummy vitamins tonight?â
Spencer chuckled, âIâm not a medical doctor, but yes, Iâd recommend that you donât do that.â
Tossing your head back and letting out a small groan, you protested, âBut Spencer, my gummy vitamins taste so good! And I have no food at home, so I guess I either die by overdose on gummy multivitamins or starvation.â
He couldnât help but grin at your melodrama. It could be 12:06 in the morning, and you could still somehow make him laugh. He was starting to understand that he was in too deep, but he also had the startling realization that he didnât mind drowning if it was in you.Â
âYouâve got quite the predicament on your hands there, (Y/N). Maybe you should go grocery shopping with me the next time I suggest it, so you donât end up in this situation again.â
âOh my god, dude!â you moaned. âI told you I was actually busy; I had to take Oscar to the vet for his vaccines! I try to be a good mother to my dog, and you know Iâm not an anti-vaxxer. Iâd never decline time with my favorite guy without a good reason.â
Spencerâs heart was doing somersaults at the thought of him being your favorite guy. Heâd won plenty of awards and medals in his lifetime, but somehow, none of those measured up to the accomplishment of being your favorite. Pride and butterflies boiled in his stomach.Â
âAlright, fine, Iâll let it slide this time.â
You snorted, âI appreciate your unmatched benevolence, Dr. Reid.â Locking eyes with him, you tried to dampen the lava flow of heat in your chest that erupted when he looked at you with the softest expression youâd ever seen, but you failed miserably. You had to clear your throat and look away; it was becoming all too much. âHey, Iâm gonna run to the restroom. Donât leave without me!â
As you dashed away, a thought crossed Spencerâs mind, and he stood up and set off down the opposite hallway.
You returned a few minutes later to an empty bullpen which made you frown, and your heart sank. You had thought he was going to wait, but guess not. Sighing, you tried to not let it sting too badly when you noticed a light on in JJâs office. You knocked and pushed the already ajar door with a quick hello? before being met with an exhausted-looking JJ.
âHey, (Y/N). I thought everyone had left by now.â
âNope, not quite yet,â you replied, offering a weak smile. JJ noticed and wrote it off as fatigue. âYou didnât happen to see Spencer leave a couple minutes ago, did you?â
âUh, no, I thought heâd gone too.â
âHm, okay, thanks anyway!â
You prepared to leave, but she stopped you, cocking her head. âWhy do you ask? Is he still here?â
Leaning your head against the doorframe, you sighed. âIâm not sure. He was here when I went to the bathroom, but he wasnât at his desk when I came back. Iâm a little disappointed. We always walk out together because weâre both afraid of the parking garage at night.â
A grin simmered on JJâs face at that fact. âWell, I could walk you out if youâd like?â
âNah, thatâs okay; I donât want to bother you.â
There was something behind JJâs eyes you couldnât identify as she replied, âAlright, then. Just let me know if you change your mind.â She definitely wasnât thinking about how you didnât want her intruding on a you-and-Spencer tradition. Not that she minded! Sheâd been rooting for you both since the minute youâd stepped into the BAU, and Spencer had looked like he was about ready to melt into the floor at the sight of such a pretty girl.
âThanks, Jayje.â
Dragging your feet a little, you made your way back to your desk to gather your things, trying to fend off the disappointment. You had gotten your jacket on and were about to pick up your bag when you heard a (Y/N)! from down the hall. Well, that was certainly not JJ. Hesitantly, you called out, âSpencer?â
He finally emerged with his arms loaded with...something, you couldnât discern what in the dim light. His face lit up like the Vegas strip when he saw you. â(Y/N)! I didnât want you starving or eating all of your vitamins, so I went down to the vending machine and got you a couple snacks!â Arriving at his desk, he dropped the various bags and packets on his desk, and your eyes widened immensely.
âA couple? Dude, did you buy out the whole machine?â
Slightly breathless from his quick jog back, he waved a dismissive hand. âIt was nothing. And hey, look!â He picked up a bag. âFruit snacks! Just like your vitamins, but without the part where you get really sick.â
You were astonished, to say the least. And minorly speechless too, as evidenced by your mouth that was gaping like a fish. âSpencer...this is so nice. You really didnât have to.â
âDonât worry about it; Iâm sure you wouldâve done the same for me.â
At that, your face nearly split in two, and he mirrored your grin. You thought you might pass out at his kindness, and you knew youâd be thinking about this every day for the next two weeks at least. Your expression then turned mischievous, as you tried to tamp down all of the warmth bubbling in your stomach. âDo you want to help me try to fit all this in my bag?â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
âââÂ
Garcia had been practicing her ukulele peacefully when she got the call. (Well, âpeacefullyâ might have been a stretch as she had threatened to smash the object on her coffee table when she simply could not get the finger picking pattern sheâd practiced for what seemed like hours, but it was supposed to be a relaxing hobby, so yes, it was peaceful.) Huffing a sigh of relief when the caller ID said [(Y/N/N)!!] with the longest stream of heart emojis and not [hotch >:( ], she picked up with her usual air of cheer. âWhat can I do ya for, my loveliest, most bewitchingââ
She was cut off abruptly by the sounds of your horrible, heart-wrenching sobs, and her brows furrowed in concern. âOh no, my sweet! Whatâs wrong?â She had to wait a few moments for your tears to calm (somewhat) while you tried to wrangle in your breath, so you could form some sort of sentence.
âPenny!ââgaspââOh my God,ââhiccupââit looks so bad!â With your last word, you tumbled into incoherent bawling once again.
âDear, what looks so bad?â She held her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she began to gather up her things. Whatever was wrong, it was clear you needed some good, old-fashioned Garcia TLC, and she was ready to give it.
The sniffling subsided minorly, and you choked out, âRemember when we were talking the other day, and I mentioned that my hair had gotten a little too long for my liking?â Oh no, Garcia could see where this was going. âWell, I figured Iâd spend our evening off getting my hair cut, and I went to that new hairdresser, and oh Penelope, it looks awful. I donât think I can ever go out in public again.â With that, your tears resumed.
âDarling, you know Iâve been where you are, and I know it seems bad right now, but everything will be fine. Let me grab my scissors and Iâll be over faster than you can say, âPenny, I love you so much, you truly are my fairy godmother.ââ
You paused before whispering into the phone, âPenelope, I do love you so much, and you are my fairy godmother. But please, hurry.â
And hurry, she did.
Garcia was knocking on your door a little over five minutes later, which was incredibly suspicious because she lived at least 10 minutes away on a good day, but in the state of your disarray, you were not inclined to care. She sat you down on the toilet in your bathroom, whipping out her hair care set (she had definitely spent a significant amount of time dabbling in cosmetology, and it was desperate times like this when it came in handy). Squeezing your eyes shut through most of it, she snipped here and there, trying to make the best of this...horribly atrocious cut (seriously, that hairdresser should be sued), and when she was finished, it was not as bad as when they started, but it still wasnât great. The rest of the evening was spent watching cheesy rom-coms and baking in an attempt to get your mind off of your hair.
Everything was mostly fine until the next morning, when you realized youâd have to go into work like this, and as terrifying as that prospect was in a normal work environment, you also worked in a place with an abnormal amount of hot people. (And you happened to be developing feelings for one of those hot people, but your brain was insistent upon ignoring that for the time being.)
Already anticipating your worries, Penelope had sent a text without your knowledge to a BAU group chat that excluded you (she had one of these for every member, it just made surprise birthday party planning so much easier).
[penelope :)] please DO NOT MENTION (Y/N)âS HAIR!!!! she got a bad haircut and she feels really terrible about it and doesnât want to think about it so do not talk about it!!!
[jennifer!] Oh, no! :( Lips are sealed!
[rossi ;)] rip.
Emerging from the elevator in the nicest work outfit you own (an attempt to distract from the monstrosity), you scurried to Garciaâs lair before anyone could see you. Once inside, you slammed the door shut, and leaning against it, you slid down and covered your face with the files in your hands. âPennyyyyy,â you moaned. âI donât think I can do this!â
She swiveled to face you with a look of empathy. âSugar, I know you can. Itâit doesnât even look that bad!â But Garcia was a horrible liar, and if looks could kill, she would have been dead instantaneously.Â
Heaving yourself up off the floor, you came to sit in the seat next to her. âCanât I just work in here today? And maybe for the rest of time?â
âYou know I would love that, but those other lovely people on our team need you! Especially the young doctor, you know heâd be lonely without you.â
As if her mention had summoned him, Reid opened the door to their secret meeting, files in hand, and your eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. Garcia stared at him very intensely, attempting to telepathically tell him to not mention the hair, and you looked like a deer in the headlights, trying to figure out a way to hide yourself from him and possibly the entire universe. And poor Reid shifted his gaze between the two of you, helplessly confused as to what he had walked into. âAm I interrupting something?â
âUh, no!â Garcia said in the least convincing manner.
âOkay,â he responded, not convinced in the slightest. âI just came to give you some files from Hotch.â So, he handed Garcia the papers and then turned to leave when you caught his eye.Â
And because he was not the greatest with technology, Spencer had not checked his phone that morningâŠ. Meaning he had not seen Garciaâs text. So he looked at you a moment and cocked his head. âYour hair looks really nice today, (Y/N). Did you get it cut?â
This time, it was Garciaâs turn to glare (because read your texts, dammit!), and you fumbled for a response. As you scanned his face, searching for a sign that he was lying, that he was just saying something to make you feel better, you came up empty. He was telling the truth. He genuinely thought your hair looked nice. âUm, uhâyeah. Yeah, I did. Thanks for noticing.â
âYouâre welcome.â He offered you a smile, which you returned easily (a fact that surprised you). âSee you.â Retreating from the office because the vibes in there were weird, he shut the door, finally leaving you and Garcia alone again.Â
You were reeling.
You thought about when you had gotten dressed that morning, and you had entertained each outfit with great scrutiny, trying to come up with something that might draw attention away from your hair. In that half hour youâd spent, you had realized that you didnât really mind looking bad in front of Morgan or Emily or Hotch or really anyone on the team. Almost anyone. With an increasing amount of discomfort, you had realized you didn't want to look bad in front of Spencer. Of course, heâd never judge you, but you wanted to look good for him. For your best friend.
And he told you your hair looked nice.
You smiled to yourself.
Garcia turned to you with a look of shock on her face. Had that been anyone else, she was sure you would have curled up in a ball beneath her desk and would not have left until every single other person had left the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but you hadnât, and she smirked.
Oh, she knew where this was going.
âââÂ
To put it lightly, it had not been the best of mornings.Â
It seemed that everything that couldâve gone wrong did, so you burst past the glass doors of the BAU six minutes late with a coffee-covered shirt, mud-stained pants, soggy shoes, and a most miserable attitude. Hotch, while a sympathetic man, was still your boss with rules to follow and when you stumbled into the bullpen, gave a pointed stare between you and the clock, and you nodded sullenly. You understood his silent admonition, but knowing that he was even slightly disappointed in you, made your knees want to buckle. Swallowing around the slug in your throat, you set your bag down beside your chair and noticed a foreign object sitting on your desk. Interest thoroughly piqued, you reached forward to find it was a book with a satin ribbon tied on it.
It truly was a beautiful book with a deep crimson hardcover and the kind of deckled edges that you loved. Running your fingers along the rough-hewn pages, you finally noted the title, and you gasped. Beloved by Toni Morrison. Your favorite. The cursive words curved in black on the cover to match the ribbon, and you carefully traced the curling letters, wondering where this gorgeous book could have come from.
In the desk across from yours, Spencer watched the scene in front of him with a grin. He couldnât help but feel pleased at the look of awe on your face as you inspected the book with careful fingers and a gentle gaze, and his heart swelled more and more the longer he looked. âDid you know that Margaret Garner, the woman the character Sethe is based on, her trial was used as part of an effort to dismantle the Fugitive Slave Act?â Your eyes flickered up to meet his, and those stupid freaking butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach as you realized who had gifted you the book. âThe presiding judge didnât accept her lawyerâs argument that the act violated the right to religious freedom, but it was still somewhat of a turning point in the movement to strike down the law.â
âI did not know that, but thank you. For the fact and the book.â
âYouâre welcome.â He had to avert his eyes from your strong gaze because he thought he might melt otherwise.
âPlease donât misinterpret this as me being ungrateful because Iâm so, so thankful, but why?â
He shrugged, âI was just in the book store, and it made me think of you.â No, he didnât keep an eye out specifically for this book on his weekly trip to the bookstore by his apartment after you had briefly mentioned your love of Ms. Morrisonâs metaphors. And he definitely didnât ask the owner Alice if she would let him know if she ever got any new copies.
Frankly, you were at a loss for words. Combing back through your conversations with him, you tried to remember when you had talked about the book, but you couldnât come up with anything other than a couple words tossed briefly here and there. Suppose it wasnât really the fact that he had heard, but the fact that he had listened. He listened and remembered things about you, little things tucked in the back of his brain, and it was how he thought about you even when you werenât around. So, you clutched the book to your chest tightly as if it could meld with your heart and let your thoughts rage with the implications for a minute before smothering your mushy grin and tucking the book into your bag.
(Later, you pulled it out on your ride home on the metro. Spencer had already gotten off at his stop a few minutes before, so you took this moment of solitude to revel in the glory of your new gift. Every time you smoothed a hand over the cover, your mind was overwhelmed with what-ifs. What if he felt the same? What if his stomach rumbled with the same butterflies when you looked at him? What if this means he likes you as more thanâŠ. And abruptly, you were doused in doubt once again, muzzling those dangerous, rearing hypotheticals. This was a path that would only lead to disappointment.
Those thoughts only got worse when you read his inscription, though:
Dear (Y/N/N),
I hope you find great joy in reacquainting yourself with the graces of Ms. Morrisonâs elegant prose in this new copy. I was inspired by your praise and read this classic again, and I can say that I definitely understand your veneration of her story-telling. Hopefully, we can discuss it soon, so I can try to see all of the details that you so admire. You are always much better at appreciating the finer things in life.
She says that, âsomething that is loved is never lost.â
I hope you know that you will never be lost to me.
Sincerely,
Spencer
(P.S. I wrote this in pencil, so you can erase and have the clean copy you wanted.)
You would never erase it.)
âââÂ
âHey, are you alright?â
You sat at your desk with your head in your hands. Your responding ânoâ came out muffled.Â
Spencer frowned and sat on the edge of your desk. âIs there anything I can help with?â
Running your hands over your face, you finally met his gaze. His eyes were soft as they searched your own, and the expression on his face was not of pity or frustration but empathy, and of course, he was just being his sweet self. Your eyes watered in response, and his heart clenched at the sight. You shifted your eyes somewhere else, anywhere else. âUh, no.â
It was clearly a lie.
Furrowing his brows at your obfuscation, he scanned your face for any indication of what might be the problem. A small sigh. He came up with nothing. âAlright,â he conceded hesitantly. âMay I ask what is wrong?â
âNo.â
âOkay.â
You stared down at the files neatly ordered on your desk, trying to mentally shoo him away with the sheer force of your willpower alone. But Spencer Reid was a stubborn man, and you knew this, and you also knew he wasnât leaving until he knew you were alright. So, you both sat in the silence of the bullpen that only accompanied the arrival of midnight. The glow of your lamp bathed the vicinity in a warm yellow, and the tick of the nearby clock rattled around your chest as you attempted fruitlessly to subdue your incessant thoughts. He was close enough that you could hear the soft susurration of his exhales as his eyes flitted about the room to give you some sort of breathing room, and you shut yours for a moment to appreciate this moment of peace before the inevitable catastrophe to follow.
âIâmâuh, not okay.â
Finally turning back to you with a mildly surprised expression (he didnât expect you to say anything so soon. Or so bluntly.), he offered you one of his signature tight-lipped smiles as encouragement to continue.
âIâm kind of really strugglingâŠâ you trailed off, gaze empty, ensnared in your thoughts.
Ever the gentleman with persistence that could last a thousand years, he gently prompted, âWithâŠ?â
A strong gulp and eyes squeezed shut. âWith you.â
Well, that was not the answer Spencer was expecting. He felt like heâd had the wind knocked out of him, and he was hollow and shaken and in pain. Gaping, he fumbled hopelessly for an answer, trying to find some reason you could be upset with him. He had always thought you two were the best of friends; heâd never doubted that before. How could he have missed this?
Swallowing hard against the lump in his throat, he strained to ask, âUhâum, whatâwhat did I do?â
Upon witnessing his struggle, you quickly amended your previous statement. âNo, no, no, no, no! Iâm not mad at you, well, I kind of am, but you donât need to feel bad, itâs not your fault.â
âIâm not really sure what to make of that.â
You huffed a sigh and covered your face with your hands in a poor attempt to try to hide the blush rapidly coloring your cheeks. âIâm sorry, I justâyouâre so nice!â
Now Spencer was really confused. âYouâre mad at me...because you think Iâm nice?â
âYes, Spencer! Youâre so nice, and it makes me incredibly frustrated. You see this?â You picked up a book from your desk and waved it frantically. A little intimidated by your crazed look, he nodded timidly. âDo you recognize this book?â
âItâs a special edition of Beloved by Toni Morrison.â
âItâs the special edition of my favorite book that you bought for me because you know how much I love this book.â
Spencer looked like a deer in the headlights. âYou always said that your book at home was so messy with your annotations and that a fresh copy would have been nice.â
âYou didnât even buy it for my birthday or a special occasion! You just saw it in the store and said that you thought of me and had to buy it. Thatâs so unbelievably thoughtful! Not to mention the fact that I can barely look at fruit snacks now without tearing up. Andâand the other day! When I got my haircut, I hated it, but I came in the next day, and you were the first person to tell me you liked it. You werenât even lying to make me feel better; Iâm a profiler, and I know that you were telling the truth. And it took no effort or thought because Spencer, you are the most kind-hearted and compassionate and generous person Iâve ever met. You are soâso genuinely good.Â
âNo, you are the best. You are the best person I know,â you stated with finality, holding his stare with an unshakeable firmness. It was the first time you truly looked at him all night, and his heart felt like it was going to expand past his ribcage and burst open like a balloon. Your resolve melted though and your voice dropped to a near whisper. âAnd youâre not just nice. Youâre nice to me. Which just makes it so hard.â
You deflated, withering into your seat.
âMakes what hard?â
âIt makes it so much harder for me to not fall in love with you.â
Stunned silence.Â
Until it was shattered by a hiccup, and Spencer finally noticed the tears leaking from the corner of your eyes, and he tried, he tried so hard to puzzle through all of this new information and the fact that you just admitted youâre falling in love with him, and for some reason, youâre crying? He couldnât even get his stupid genius brain to come with a single word before you started stumbling into an apology. âI know thatâs not what you want to hear because weâre supposed to be friends, and I know that youâre just a good person, so youâre nice to everyone. Believe me, I know. And Iâm sorry if Iâve made you uncomfortable, but I couldnât keep holding on to this by myself, and I knew if anyone would let me down easy, itâd be you.â You chewed on your lip and avoided his stare at all costs. âSo, Iâm sorry.â You sniffled.Â
The quiet that followed weighed heavy on your chest, and you couldnât seem to breathe. You had expected rejection; you hadnât expected complete silence. And this was somehow so much more unbearable. In a voice so faint you werenât even sure if he could hear, you begged, âPlease say something.â
A beat.
â(Y/N), I love you.â
A whisper just barely verging on hopeful, âWhat?â
â(Y/N), IâI love you so much.â His heart felt like it was in his throat, and his voice broke slightly as he stood. âYouâre the first person I think about when I get up in the morning, and youâre the last person before I fall asleep. I dread going home at the end of the day because youâre not there. When youâre not with me, even if youâre in the other room, it feels like Iâve forgotten something, and for the longest time, I couldnât figure out what I was missing, but it was you. You consume my every thought, which is saying something because I think a lot. Actually, itâs kind of funny,â he chuckled somewhat morosely, âI truly cannot comprehend the fact that you donât know how much Iâve liked you, how long Iâve loved you because it feels like itâs so obvious and so potent that it seeps out of me, whether I want it to or not.
âAnd Iâm nice to you because no one else is more deserving of kindness. Iâd be lucky if you let me be the one to remind you of that, everyday. Because youâre the best person I know.â You looked up at him with shining eyes and the meagerest beginnings of a smile, and he just beamed right back. With a creased brow, he ventured, âYouâre my favorite person in the world, you know that, right?
Failing to suppress your growing grin, you nodded your head meekly. âYeah, I know.â
âGood.â
Spencer felt pleased with himself until he remembered that he had forgotten the most important part. âWould you like to get dinner with me sometime? Like a date?â
Standing from your seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck and burrowed your face into his chest, and he immediately reciprocated, clutching you as close as he could. âI would love that.â It came out muffled, but he understood well enough as he pressed his face into your neck. And you stood like that for a few moments, just existing together, and for the first time in a long time, nothing hurt. There was no worry of unrequited yearning or pain of terrible pining; there were just two people who finally knew peace. Knew that the person they loved most in the world loved them back. Neither ever wanted to leave.
However, sometimes necessary duties like breathing take precedence, so you pulled back from him enough to finally claim some air. Your hands slid down his front, resting on his chest, his on your waist, and you just stared at him. The most beautiful face youâd ever seen looking right back at you with the same expression of awe that made you realize just how lucky you were. And slowly, hesitantly, you both leaned in ever so slightly with heads wavering and tension buzzing. Gingerly and sweetly. Neither could commit, but no one could pull away from fast-approaching revelation.Â
Finally, a breath away.
âCan I kiss you?â
You nodded.
When your lips met, your chest heaved with your eager, romantic hopes and dreams bubbling up near your lungs, finally coming to fruition. His hands came up to caress your jaw, and you leaned into him. His touch was so gentle, but he also touched you with intention. For once in his life, Spencer Reid felt no hesitation, kissing the girl of his dreams. And you felt held by him. You were bursting at the seams of your existence, swollen with infatuation and tenderness, yet totally and completely encompassed by him. You could shatter into a million tiny, little pieces, and he would be there to collect every shard. How cheesy.
Both of you grinned into the kiss; the sickly sweet itch in your heart was contagious. You finally released him, and wanting to savor the moment, you tucked yourself into the crook of his neck, so his chin could rest on the crown of your head. âI love you a lot, Dr. Reid.â
He hummed in agreement.
It didnât need saying.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid#i hope yall see that the sentences that are syntactically similar and the parallel settings are intentional and are like stupid attempts at#motifs and that im not a stupid person :/#also#lol wtf was that ending#anyways#yo this may or may not be based on problems i be having irl#i just fall in love with anyone who is remotely kind to me#lmao#anyone else desperate for affection?? gang??#also r there any toni stans out there i luv my queen#is anyone out there? i just want friends ahh#ALSO DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE THE OVERWHELMING URGE TO DEVOUR THEIR GUMMY VITAMINS????? IS THAT JUST ME????
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otp questions for icemav of course, but also harry/perry from kiss kiss bang bang
1. Are they more âcute forehead kissesâ or âhot making outâ kind of couple? Maybe one prefers first option and the other one the second? How do they deal, in that case?
Ice and Mav are more of a "hot making out" kind of couple when they first get together, but as the years go by they develop a fondness for cute forehead kisses and the like as well - especially once they're married and can engage in the occasional public display of affection. Mav likes it when Ice kisses him on the nose and on the forehead, and Ice is a fan of cheek kisses and neck kisses, and both enjoy making out lol. Whatever feels most natural at the moment is what they go for.
Harry and Perry are definitely a "hot making out" kind of couple - the more cutesy types of kisses aren't really their thing, especially not in public. Occasionally Harry will bring Perry his morning coffee and kiss him on the forehead, or on the top of his head, and Perry will do his utmost to pretend not to like it.
2. If they wanted to shower their significant other with affection, how would they do that? Dinner in some fancy restaurant, gift, kisses and cuddles or an evening together on a couch with hot tea and very intimate talk?
Mav would treat Ice to dinner in a fancy restaurant, followed by a romantic evening featuring wine and rose petals between the bedsheets. Ice would cook Mav's favorite meal and they'd either go out for a night on the town or they'd spend the evening together at home with a stupid movie on TV (while they make out and/or have sex on the couch).
Perry is not really one to shower anybody with big displays of affection, least of all his significant other - with Harry, he shows his affection through touch (holding hands, kisses, embraces, cuddling, etc.), and calls him an idiot a little less often (or just with more fondness than normal). Harry tries now and then to shower Perry with big displays of affection, except in typical Harry fashion his attempts always end in disaster - his gift is stolen, his dinner reservation is canceled, Perry and Harry are kidnapped by the people they're investigating on their way to go to the theater, and so on and so forth. Perry likes old musicals, expensive whiskey, and Harry. Harry does his best to provide.
3. Are they comfortable with showing each other affection in public? If one is and the other one not, how do they interact in public?
Ice and Mav become more comfortable with PDA after they get married - Ice takes a little longer to get used to actually being able to show Mav affection in public, to just be out after so long in the closet, but Mav is patient with him and helps him loosen up. Their PDA doesn't really go further than chaste kisses and holding hands, at least at work functions (where at least half of Mav's sentences start with My husband and I); when they're with friends Mav will put his head against Ice's shoulder when they're seated, maybe sit in his lap as a joke, or Ice will stroke Mav's hair, kiss his hairline.
Perry thinks PDA is stupid until Harry gets flirted with one too many times in front of him; after that, Perry makes a habit out of touching Harry in some capacity, kissing Harry in public, flirting with him, but after a while it becomes less out of jealousy / staking his claim and more of something he actually enjoys doing. Harry flirts right back - he has an entire notebook's worth of pet names for Perry (ranging from baby to Per-bear) - and is pleased that his not-so-evil scheme of being flirted with in front of Perry resulted in Perry being more affectionate with him in public.
4. Do they have pet names? Do they like to embarrass each other in front of their friends/family/coworkers with some silly ones? Or do they keep it with basics, like âsweetheartâ or âhoneyâ?
Mav and Ice occasionally call each other by their ranks - mostly as foreplay - and 'baby' when they're feeling particularly romantic, but Mav and Ice are usually just Mav and Ice or Mitchell and Kazansky with one another and in front of their friends/family/coworkers.
Perry and Harry's list of pet names for one another are Varied. There are the tried and trues baby and sweetheart, and fond versions of idiot, dick, asshole, pretentious fuck, moron, and stupid fuck, and (in Harry's case, because Perry Will Not Do This) pet versions of their real names, e.g. Per or Per-Bear.
5. If one of them was away for longer time, like a week, how their significant other would greet them back?
Mav and Ice would do their best to keep in touch while the other was away, and would greet the other with Much Enthusiasm when they'd return. Afterwards, to celebrate the other's return, they'd go out to dinner, or take a couple day vacation, or just go straight to bed together and celebrate Properly in the morning. Either way sex is definitely involved.
Harry is more enthusiastic when Perry returns after being away for a longer time - he gets the house clean and/or the office in order and then pretty much jumps Perry the second he gets through the door. (Not that Perry minds.) Perry tries to play it blasé when Harry comes back from an extended trip - he pretends to not have remembered Harry's arrival date, when he's had it circled on his calendar from pretty much the second Harry walked out the door - but is absolutely terrible at it. That blasé attitude lasts about five minutes before Perry and Harry end up in bed with one another. The phrases "So you did miss me" and "shut up Harry" are very well worn by now.
6. How often do they say âI love youâ to one another? On daily basics, leaving to work, with a kiss on a cheek and quick âlove u, bye!â or itâs more rare and more emotional?
Daily (or almost daily) basics the longer they're together for Icemav, in more rare and emotional cases for Harry and Perry. Harry and Perry are quicker to throw around the occasional sarcastic Love you too babe and I can't believe I love you, but just regular I love yous are reserved for more serious occasions.
7. Do they keep track of each other during the day? Asking how is that important meeting going and texting âI <3 uâ? Or they just text each other grocery list and talk when they are both home?
Harry and Perry text each other a lot. Harry is a magnet for trouble, and Perry texts him often during work to make sure he's doing his job (and, during more dangerous cases, because he wants to know if Harry's alright). They text about work more often than not and do talk more often about non-work-related things when they're at home, but there is some overlap. Harry loves it when he can get Perry to go on long rants about something he's passionate about over text when they're both supposed to be working.
Ice and Mav work together as well, but due to the nature of their jobs they don't text each other a lot during work, and catch up on their days at home. They don't have a lot of serious conversations over text either; texts between them contain anything from grocery lists, cat pics, complaints about students, reminders to pick up dry-cleaning, memes, links to interesting articles, strings of emoji, and - yes - many instances of "I <3 u".
8. How long into their relationship they are, when they say âI love youâ for the first time? Who says that first? In what situation?
I'm fond of several scenarios for Harry and Perry exchange I Love Yous for the first time - quiet moments, Harry-does-something-stupid-and-gets-injured moments, Perry-does something-stupid-and-gets-injured moments - but the one thing that stays consistent is that it is a While after they've officially gotten together, and Perry is the first one to say it (when Harry is not expecting it).
My main headcanon for Icemav involves their relationship going from friends to FWBs to lovers over the course of a few years, with Mav proposing right before DADT goes into effect. I'm all for Big Dramatic I Love Yous, and no one is more dramatic than these two when they want to be, but honestly, I feel like their first I Love You would come during a quiet moment, not long after they've officially begun a relationship. Maybe Mav says it to Ice over breakfast and Ice responds in kind without even thinking about it. Maybe Ice says it to Mav when they're cuddling in bed. The sky's the limit re: potential situations and who says it first, but I like the idea of it happening during a Quiet Moment.
9. Do they have some unusual ways of saying âI love youâ? Squeezing hands, that they both know what means?
(princess bride voice) That day, Harry was amazed to discover that when Perry called him an idiot, what he meant was, "I love you." (I mean, there are a Lot of instances where Perry calls Harry an idiot in the fullest sense of the word, but the point stands lol.)
Ice told Mav once not long after they officially got together that he thought 'boyfriend' sounded juvenile and 'partner' felt too formal, so Mav just stuck to referring to Ice as his wingman. They both have a certain fondness for the word now, and (princess bride voice) When They Say 'You Can Be My Wingman Anytime', What They Actually Mean Is I Love You.
10. How they show affection to the other one in everyday life? Do they cook dinner for each other? Or wash the dishes, even though itâs not their turn, cause they know the other one hates it?
For both couples, it's about the little things. Ice and Mav trade off chores, but if one of them is working late, the other will be responsible for dinner and/or cleaning - Ice Hates shoveling the snow, so Mav hires one of the local neighborhood kids to shovel their driveway and the walkway so Ice won't have to. Perry and Harry may argue about Harry's organization skills (or lack thereof), but Perry knows that if he asks Harry to get something important done, that important thing Will Get Done, and it will get done well, and Harry will get a head start on the work needed to be finished next.
#thanks for asking!#top gun#icemav#kiss kiss bang bang#harry x perry#quinnmorgendorffer#beautiful mutuals#thanks for the ask alex!!! sorry it took me so long to get this answered lol
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Anon said: Would you draw SukuFushi? (Sukuna x Fushiguro)
maybe? *thinking face* if I ever got an idea for it, why not. I find sukunaâs obsession with fushiguro entertaining so I donât count fanarts for it as impossible haha
Anon said: I looked and I couldn't find if you've answered this already, so apologies if you did, but how do you draw your faces? I always struggle with face shape and yours are always super good with really expressive features! Anyway, thanks so much I love your art <3
HMMMMMMMM how do I do that indeed, the basics are honestly what youâd find on any basic tutorial about drawing a face (circle, cross in the middle of it, build the face around that - I really still canât avoid that step and probably never will). As for the expressions, to be honest with you my way of going about them is thinking them up in emoji/kaomoji form first and then go from there. Emojis and kaomojis have to simplify expressions to the max since itâs such a simple format, right? But theyâre still super expressive and convey exactly what theyâre trying to say with one single glance, so using them as some kind of reference sheet has helped me a lot in figuring out whatâs essential to express what Iâm trying to say - still working on it though! Iâm rarely satisfied with my expressions, they really do make or break a drawing donât they............ you never stop learning, I guess!
Anon said:Â Ahhhhhhh I just spent like hrs scrolling thru ur oc tag and theyâre all amazing I love them so much but I keep confusing the everloving SHIT out of myself cuz I too have a child who is Leo and heâs literally so different from ur Leo lol. Anyway tho ur art is amazing and it honestly just makes me so happy so ty and hope have a good day!!
OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY LEO! Itâd been forever since Iâve last drawn him, I kind of miss him............... glad you like my stuff, by the way! Especially about you liking my ocs, that means the world to me!
Anon said: hi there !!! i was wondering if i had ur permission to ur ur itafushi art in one of my edits ! i wanted to be sure before using it <3 total respect if its a no !! thankyouuuu
Sorry but Iâd prefer if you didnât do that!
Anon said:THERES A OCTOPATH TRAVELER LIGHT NOVEL AND ITS SO COOL BUT ITS ONLY IN JAPANEESE ! ;^;There's four stories with centered around pairs of characters and alfion is one of them !Idk if itll be transleted but i hope itll be cuz it sound awesome
OH I KNOW!!!!!!! I saw the art for the alfion one a while back, it looks so soft!!!! ;;;;; 8path is kinda niche as a game though, so who knows.............. letâs cross our fingers!!
Anon said:Â hello, i am here to recc Skeletons by New Years Day because i think it might fit a few of your ships<3
Thanks anon now Iâm emo ;;;;;
Anon said: bakubro gives the best hugs. kirishima is the only one who knows this. everyone is absolutely incredulous when the question "who gives the best hugs" goes around and kirishima answers bakugo. (bakugo thinks kirishima is the best but he benefits from kirishima bodily hugging him and he's biased)
Definitely!! Heâs strong and warm after all, bet hugging him would feel the best.... the only one who shall ever know is kiri though, as I bet his hugs are only that nice when he really likes the person heâs hugging hahaha
Anon said: Hi! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your JJK art! The colors and style are absolutely stunning.
Thank you so much!!!!!!! I feel like Iâm mostly drawing for myself lately ngl hahaha so knowing you like it means a lot!!
Anon said: Hi!! This isn't a request I just really like your art! I found you from Pinterest on a kiribaku thing you drew! Your art is so cool! I wish I could draw like that!!! I'll keep looking for new art you've made :D
Aw pinterest.......................... glad you could find your way back here though!! And thank you!!
Anon said: This happened a while ago, but i wanted to say it anyway. I remember when I started watching jujutsu kaisen and I was looking for content arter finishing the first 10 episodes in less than a day and I found your first jujutsu kaisen post (it was posted that dame day) and i was like ???? One of my favorite artists got into jk at the same time than me!!! I just thought it was a neat coincedence to share! I really love your art too, you're amazing!! Happy New Year!!
Itâs!!!!!!!!!!!! a pretty dang neat coincidence for me too, since itâs always nice to know at least some of my followers are still into the stuff I make hahahaha
Anon said: i think a lot abt ur art and how ive been seeing u since middle school and now im graduating highschool and we're still in the same fandoms, i hope this doesnt make u feel old but rather VERY cherished qwq
No anon this makes me feel amazing youâve been around so long!!!!!!! I canât believe youâre still here with my thank you so much for that!!!!!! I think Iâm gonna cry a little here.......... ;;;
Anon said: Hi! I love your art so much!! đ„° Have you read a KiriBaku fic called The Pit??
Probably not, havenât been reading krbk fics in a while by now! Iâll add it to my for-later list, thank you so much for the rec!!
Anon said: can u believe that (sans sero) the entire bakusquad can be put into some form of punk/goth fashion? the realization was a galaxy brain moment for me. also realizing that tokoyami, kirishima, and tamaki are all varying levels of goth/emo (some more concerning than others)
Seroâs the hippie friend every punk friend group needs, he balances things out and thatâs why heâs very cherished and necessary!!!!
Anon said: your bakugo drawings convinced me to finally start stretching my ears and tbh i'm extremely excited (i've had off and on thoughts of stretching my ears (again) before this so it's not as impulsive as it sounds haha)
Anon thatâs so cool!!!!!!! I love gauges so much.....................glad I could give you the last push for it!!
Anon said: uhhhh, i love the style of that top left goge drawing dude!!
THANK YOU I LOVE DRAWING IN THAT STYLE THIS ASK MEANS THE UNIVERSE TO ME
Anon said: i sent the dragon!kiri and bakugo tug-of-waring over a piece of meat and honestly your response is exactly what i thought
Great minds!!!!!!! hahaha
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I would travel thousands of miles just to be with you.
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you and han mightâve met at school, through mutual friends
then of course the classic âmutual pining without you two realizing youâre falling for each otherâ game until one of your friends point it out
and then on days he doesnât have a busy schedule, heâll walk you home from school
slowly itâll be a habit, and youâll grow closer and closer
sometimes unconsciously heâll intertwine your fingers with his
sometimes when itâs raining / freezing cold heâll give you his jacket
âno ji, youâll freeze to death,â
âat least iâll freeze to death for you,â
*winks*
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dates with jisung arenât fixed at one spot
he loves showing you different places he discovered throughout the weekend
usually its the townside, because he loves watching nature and sunsets
also loves taking you through the woods (but only during broad daylight because he still hasnât recovered from that werewolf story his friend told him in grade 2)
once youâve reached your destination, heâll laugh and jump up and down, kissing your hand and face a thousand times
but the journey towards the destination is literal hell
ây/n, i know men are supposed to carry women, but iâm pretty lightweight, and my legs might snap any moment now,â
ây/nnnn please gimme a piggy back ride up the hill i might faintâ
âwow y/n iâm offended i donât think you deserve all these awesome places i take you to,â
and when you glare at him, heâs a 180 flip, because you might just break his bones for choosing such a faraway location in the first place
âi-i mean you donât deserve them because youâre so much prettier than them!â
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okay see kisses with jisung are always quick and short because even if youâve shared these moments a hundred times, each of them still feels like the first one
but sometimes he takes his time, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, then skips your lips and moves down to your chin
but when you pout / whine heâll chuckle softly and come back up to kiss you
so yeah kissing with jisung is very giggly and soft all the time
but otherwise, heâd never notice how soft and bubbly his cheeks are if it werenât for you
youâre always kissing and pinching his cheeks (like you should!!)
and he wonât act like he doesnât like it; heâll laugh it off or reciprocate your love because he feels very loved around you and wouldnât change it for the world or better.
thank you, y/n
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I want to grow old with you.
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you first meet him at the café he works!
initially it wouldnât be much, just you hurriedly ordering your coffee and leaving
but then youâll notice the small hearts he scribbles after your name on the cup, sometimes even going as far to write a lil âyouâll do great!â or âyou look really sweet todayâ
so one day you decide to go to his café with your friend
and while leaving you slip in your number to him, but turns out this ball of sunshine is trying to slip in his number to you; so you have a new thing to laugh about
so yeah you start hanging out after his shifts, sometimes you wait for him to close the café for the day
ây/n you know you donât have to wait for me tonight, itâll get pretty late,â
âno lixie, iâd rather go home late with you than go home alone,â
but he knows you only wait for him so that you can eat all the donuts and cupcakes with him after his shift ends
but its a win-win for both of you, so he doesnât mind :D
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so he knows itâs like top 10 anime betrayals to his workplace, but he loves taking you to pet cafĂ©s
one, because he loves animals
two, because you love animals
three, because he loves you playing around with these animals
âawh felix can we steal this one? itâs so cute,â
and heâs just laughing because youâre so c u t e
âi donât think thatâs allowed, y/n,â
but not gonna lie i bet he has tried sneaking out a dog for you, but he got caught by one of the workers there
âo-oh! when d-did this little guy fit into my j-jacket pocket!â
super adorable uwu
calls you angel and princess, while youâre calling him sunshine all the time
loves decorating your hair with flowers
oh! he loves braiding your hair too
like when youâre over at his place heâs always experimenting with your hair; doing little salon roleplays with you and prettying your hair
but sometimes when heâs tired from work heâll let you braid his hair
also loves having matching outfits
before dating him you thought matching couple outfits were cliché and stupid, but after dating him, you realize how different they are
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felix, like hyunjin, has very kissable lips
he probably tastes like vanilla,plus heâs a great kisser
youâre wondering where he learnt all that from
making out with felix happens every other day, but its usually in bed with him on top of you while you guys are watching some movie / playing video games
also heâll probably end up sleeping like that as you two slowly get tired
his face on your chest / on your shoulders and hands tight around your waist
this boy really loves you okay you better not make him sad >:(
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You complete me.
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at! the!! library!!!
youâre trying to pick a book from the second-to-top shelf, but since the universe decided to give you the most inconvenient height possible, here you are, contemplating if you should just drop the whole shelf down to get that book
but thankfully, seungmin is to the rescue!
heâll smile and wordlessly take the book and hand it down to you
everyday its the same story; thereâs a book that you really like, but its too far for you, but slowly you donât mind because somehow seungmin is always there around at the same time to take that book for you
one day he decides to take initiative, but realizes heâs a coward and canât do shit
so heâs over the moon when you come and sit next to him
âhey, iâm sorry for the trouble, but uhh i need some help with this assignmentâŠâ
and of course heâs there to help you! heâll clarify where you need him to and explain you better than ever
slowly interactions increase and before you know it, youâre lying on your stomach on his bed with your legs dangling in the air as you two have your noses in a book
you learn more and more about each other, ultimately to the point where you know better about each other than about yourselves
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initially when you two have just started dating, there would be study dates at the café down your block
but later you two take each other out on weekends, sometimes to the movies, sometimes to the town fair.
ahh but when dates are at the fair⊠>:)
letâs assume seungmin doesnât have good experiences with rides
so naturally you will⊠take him to the rides only mwahaha
ây/n do you not love me? why are you doing this,â
youâre just evil laughing, you sadist
dates for seung-y/n are just sleepovers at each others house
heâs laughing like crazy when youâre messing shit up
âseungmin can you help me iâm stuck in this shirt,â
seungmin: proceeds to laugh for the next ten minutes at your contortionist-self
now unlike changbin, seungmin will not show you off to his friends
he doesnât like the concept of âclaiming youâ, but he doesnât like sharing you either.
âhey, isnât that too revealing for a party?â
âseungmin? its a knee length skirt??â
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kisses = pecks on the lips / cheeks
youâre simply cooking / studying and heâll wrap his hands around your waist from behind and rest his head on your shoulder
âwhat is my y/n doinggg?â
and heâll kiss your cheek
sometimes leans forward to kiss you on your lips too
but in general kisses are soft
heâll have a hand on your stomach, one on the back of your neck to rub smooth comforting circles
to be honest your relationship is more like best friends because youâre just always there for each other and can talk about the most stupidest things openly
you: âyou know iâve heard stars are all our forefathers looking down at us,â
seung: âreally? i though they were just balls of gas though,â
you: ânah, i donât think thatâs true,â
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I love everything there is to love about you.
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he moved in the same neighbourhood as yours, and since he was the only person around your age (and the only normal one your age), you had to be friends with him
you two meet up every evening at the neighbourhood park, and he doesnât really mind your company, especially when you bring you little brother with you
âawh, is that your little brother? heâs so cute!â
âyeah, he is; thanks!â
âhe looks nothing like you!â
heâs initially very shy to talk to you
but when he realizes how cool your personality is (and how pretty you aređ€)
heâs knocking at your door everyday to take you and your little brother to the park
he always buys you ice cream though, and somehow itâs always the flavour you like
âoh thanks jeoâ ah i donât like this flavourâ :(
âdonât worry y/n! iâll get you another one!â
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homeboi is very shy
the fact that heâs dating the perfect person for him (!!!) is enough for butterflies and grasshoppers and bees and dinosaurs to fly in his stomach
he gets really fidgety, but he feels a little nervous thinking about the fact that most of the âfirstsâ in your relationship are celebrated by you; first âkissâ (to which he held your hand home, then went to his house to dolphin scream into his pillows), first âdateâ (in which you took him out to the beach to watch the sunset and have snacks) and first âone monthâ (where you took him out to an expensive restaurant, even when he refused a couple billion times)
phew that was a long point
so he decided to celebrate your first âout-of-town tripâ, where he drove you all the way to a cherry blossom forest
he also took a thousand pictures of you, coming back home to print one of them and safely put it in his wallet
he feels every small moment spent with you so endearing, he finds himself smiling randomly
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as previously mentioned, your first kiss was initiated by you; you two were walking home from the neighbourhood park like always, and jeongin had carried your brother in his arms, playing with him
you couldnât stop thinking about how your first kiss would be, and so when he dropped you off to your house, you simply had to kiss him
he puts your brother down, waving him goodbye, and just when heâs about to say his farewells to you, you instantly peck his lips, after which both your eyes were wide is plates
âi-iâm sorry i should'veââ
âah no itâs okay, uh,â he scratches his neck, biting his lip to control his smile
and you simply chuckle at his cuteness, muttering a small âbyeâ and âlove youâ before going into your house
and the way his face changes once heâs out of your sight is justâ *chefâs kiss*
heâs running home, and when his brothers ask him what happened, heâs just ignoring them and goes to his room to scream and laugh his heart out into the sheets
his family thinks heâs insane by now, but of course! heâs in love!
plus that with the cutest person in the whole world!
a/n; and itâs finally up! it didnât take me long to write this because the ideas just came flooding in sdfkhsdjk but thank you so much for your feedback for hyung line! also!!! this is the only two fics which do not have a read more cut because Iâm using a mobile device for posting these,, sorryđ
note; credits to @neocult-iconsâ @chnsbbg @district9edits @skzicons for the pictures!!
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FIRST LINES
tagging : @rosesau | @bipercabeth | @evcndiaz | @oretsov | @chroiagusanam | @bluepinstripes | @bellamyblakru | @spideysmjs | @spidermaneddie | @nerdylizjÂ
rules : list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all), see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag 10 authors!!!
going from newest to oldest! (and adding some wips bc i will literally go back to last yearâs fics)
renegadeâs return (wip): Betrayal does not come easy to him.Â
the new batman (wip): Rage will lie in wait for you.Â
lonely, lovely, glowing: Dick craves Kori like a war-torn body craves peace.
league priority: Wally had known Robin the longest.
the first son: On his eighth birthday, Damian was soaked in sweat and his motherâs blood,
the birth of a monster: When Kaz Brekker was born, he pulled himself free from the womb of Ketterdam.Â
check-ins:Â It didnât start out exclusively as texts.
late bloomer: Mosquitoes zip by Jonâs face.
one more day: New York City had fallen victim to a visual trick and now its people set their sights on Peter like a vengeful beast.Â
the (super) repairman: At night, Metropolis sings.
the mysterious husband: Lois Lane is a capable, high-strung woman with such bland taste in fashion.Â
the new stringer: Jimmy Olsen is more observant than most.Â
early morning talks: Clark Kent is everything and nothing Lois expects from a farm boy from Smallville, Kansas.
favorite sounds: Clark has memorized many sounds over his life.Â
in a world apart: The moment they left the bustle of the room, Clarke breathed a sigh of relief.
falling again: There is something uncanny about the Darkling.
two hearts in one home: It starts out as a joke, really.Â
myth calls me legend: Druid elders used to tell stories of monsters in the dark.Â
bring me home: War carves soldiers out of children.Â
a light in the dark: It is a testament to humanity of the their ability to cope, to not collapse under the weight of all the pain and agony life shoves under them.Â
as u can tell i got into dc ⊠anyways a good number of my opening lines are very Dramatic tbh. i like most of them but 19 is always my favorite idk what i was on when writing that fic but i want it back
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Welcome to DADWC!! How about âA lifetime of laughter, at the expense of the death of a bachelorâ (Panic! at the Disco, Death of a Bachelor) for Bull/Dorian?
thank u for the patience friend! I hadn't heard this song before but now I have. (Second @dadrunkwriting fill in one day? :0)
âYouâre really going through with this, arenât you?â âI really am. Are you disappointed?â Felix sighs, âI think youâre an idiot, and that this is a terrible idea but Iâm also... strangely proud of you.â
To Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole, and 10 others: I was wondering if you would be free to join me tomorrow evening for... a memorial of sorts, for someone quite close to me.
To Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole, and 9 others: Room booked at the Heraldâs Rest, tomorrow, 7PM.
To Sera: Room booked at the Heraldâs Rest, tomorrow, 6:30PM.
From Josephine: Oh Dorian, Iâm so sorry to hear this, of course we will be there! Might I ask, is this a recent loss?
To Josephine: Your presence is much appreciated. Itâs something of a complicated story, Iâm sure you wonât mind if I wait to tell you all at once, tomorrow evening.
From Josephine: No, of course not, forgive me for prying. Much love.
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âYouâre sure you donât want to call this off?â Felix says through the phone.
âA little late for that now,â Dorian points out, âtheyâll all be here shortly. What else can I do? Call them all and say, âsorry lied about the whole memorial thing, never mindâ?â
âIsnât the whole point of this that youâre lying to them?â
âNot lying,â Dorian says, âMisleading. Itâs different. And I do think theyâll be a little too preoccupied to be mad, afterwards.â
âYouâre really going through with this, arenât you?â
âI really am. Are you disappointed?â
Felix sighs, âI think youâre an idiot, and that this is a terrible idea but Iâm also... strangely proud of you.â
âNow, now,â Dorian admonishes gently, âthereâs going to be enough sappiness later on, keep it together for me.â
Felix laughs, and Dorian can just about see him shaking his head.
âYou sure you donât want me to video call you in?â
âIâll give the game away, just send me the recordings after, and Dorian?â
âYes Felix?â
âGood luck.â
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His friends arrive, almost entirely on time for once, in ones and twos and threes. Dorian greets them at the door to the private room, face solemn, and directs them to the seats heâs set out. Thereâs no faux coffin in the room -- he hadnât wanted to get quite that morbid, but there is an indulgent spray of funeral flowers set at the front of the room.
Sera tries to ask questions, and is summarily shushed by Josephine. Cole tries to give answers and is dragged aside, informed, and shushed by Dorian. He doesnât quite get it, but he must have a good feeling about the results because he keeps his mouth shut. Leliana seems to know somethingâs up, but is entertained enough to not say anything, and Bull gives Dorian a hell of a look, laced with enough concern that Dorian actually feels a little... guilty.
âThank you all for coming,â Dorian says, once everyone is seated, and pulls out the stack of memorial pamphlets heâs had printed, âI appreciate your presence with me tonight, and your patience with what is a... complicated situation.â
He begins stepping around the circle, handing the pamphlets out.
âEr, Dorian,â Blackwall says, âI think thereâs been a mix-up. Theyâve put your picture on these.â
âOh,â Dorian says, turning to the flowers to give him a moment to suppress the grin creeping onto his face, âno, thatâs quite correct.â
âYou better not be a bloody ghost!â Sera yelps, flinging her pamphlet at him as if to test her hypothesis. It manages, despite being a flat piece of paper that has no business being able to be thrown with any accuracy, to smack Dorian right in the face, which is unpleasant, but does at least seem to reassure her that he isnât, in fact, a ghost.
None of the others seem particularly concerned that heâs undead, but there is a lot of muttering, and worried looks being pointed his way.
âYou need an intervention or something, Pavus?â Krem asks with a frown, âcause I know that cries for help are actually a good thing and shit, and you Magisters-â
âAltus, Soporatus, you know better.â
â-fine, you Altus love your drama, but even this is a bit much.â
âI assure you,â Dorian says to the group at large, âthis is not a cry for help.â
âYou did just hand us all a funeral pamphlet with your face on it, Sparkler,â Varric points out.
âItâs not a funeral pamphlet, itâs a memorial pamphlet, and-â
âThe dates are wrong,â Leliana interrupts, âThe death date is a question mark so I cannot comment on that, however this is not your birthdate. You must have been... eighteen? Nineteen?â
âEighteen,â Dorian confirms, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, âthis has all gone rather off-track, hasnât it. If you would all just hold your questions, and nonsense,â he throws a quick glare at both Sera and Krem, âand allow me to explain things, I think youâll find it will benefit all of us.â
Bull, Dorian notes, is watching him very, very carefully. They havenât seen each other since yesterday which isnât entirely unusual, given Dorian insistence that they maintain their own homes up unto this point, even if he spends most nights in Bullâs bed or with Bull in his own, but he can tell that the fact heâs said nothing about any of this to Bull is concerning him.
Nothing to be done about it now. Nothing but going forward with the plan as intended.
âWe are here, this evening,â Dorian says, âto consider, and honour the life of someone I believe we all care about. Someone who has, for many years been the life of our parties, a bringer of spectacular stories and an improver of our collective fashion sense.â
âWhat happened to âim?â Sera interjects. Dorian rolls his eyes but doesnât grizzle.
âNothing, as of yet,â Dorian reassures them, âbut the bachelor of which we speak has, while not by anyoneâs definition a selfless man, has decided that there are certain things worth sacrificing oneâs life for.â
They look at him (with the exception of Cole of course, and Vivienne whoâs grinning like she knows the answer is is utterly uninterested in giving hints to anyone else) like heâs spouting absolute gibberish. Heâd hoped his friends would be a little more advanced in their thinking, but alas. If he has to help them along, so be it.
âHow,â he says, âdoes one kill a bachelor?â
âShoot âim!â Sera suggests.
âBlunt force trauma?â Krem asks, âto the head?â
Leliana hums quietly, âpoison?â
âBlessed Maker,â Dorian says aghast, âwhat is wrong with you?â
âHate to break it to you,â Herah points out, âbut you did invite us all along to what is looking a lot like a fake memorial service for yourself. Your high horse is more of a rocking pony.â
Dorian rolls his eyes, âhow long did it take you to think of that?â
Herah pouts, âa couple of minutes.â
âWell done, regardless,â Dorian admits, ânow youâve all had enough time to think. Varric, surely youâll know. How does one kill a bachelor?
âExplosion?â
âOh for-â Dorian throws his hands in the air and turns away from them all, trying to come up with a plan B for how heâs going to make this happen. He can tell them the answer, of course, but it wonât be at all the same and someone figuring it out themselves-
âOh,â Cassandra says, âof course.â
Dorian spins back to look at her, as does everyone else in the room, and she flushes.
âIsnât it obvious?â she insists, âto kill a bachelor, you marry him.â
They all stare at Cassandra a moment before turning, slowly, to Dorian, who has taken advantage of their distraction to sink to his knee, and pull the ring box from his pocket.
âThe Iron Bull,â he says, and heâs not choking up dammit, of course he isnât, heâs practiced this too many time for that to happen, âI have been a bachelor for over a decade now, and I have thought for some time that it was something I would never give up. That I could not ask for more than what I had.â
âDorian-â Bull says and there must be something wrong with the acoustics in here, because now he sounds like his voice is cracking and thereâs not way that can be the truth.
âHush,â Dorian says, gently, âlet me finish.â
Bull does, closes his mouth and leans back in his chair but not before taking Dorianâs hand in his own, and holding it.
âRight,â Dorian says, âas I was saying. Bull you have come along and swept everything out from under me. Shown me that there is in fact, a whole other life to be had. A life full of laughter, a life full of love, and safety, and honesty.â
And bugger it all he is crying now, and he can only thank the Maker for the fact that heâs a pretty crier.
âI have realised,â Dorian says, âthat this is a life I want, even if it comes at the expense of the death of a bachelor.â
He opens the box. It wasnât easy convincing someone to make an untinted dawnstone ring, or managing to get the measurements without Bull noticing, but heâs done it.
âThe Iron Bull, will you marry me?â
#dadwc#i came up with this idea like an hour and a half ago and now it's WRITTE#N#how's that for turnaround huh#dragon age#dragonage#the iron bull#dorian pavus#adoribull#fix it in post#bing bong
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Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me, 1/10 (Gottrosenali) - Writworm42
A/N: Hi all!! I saw an infographic a while back of 10 types of orgasms people with vaginas can have, and got inspired to write this! I don't remember where the infographic was from (in my infinite wisdom, I took screenshots of the infographic, but not of the source lmao), but I hope you enjoy this!
PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS AS EDUCATIONAL OR INFORMATIONAL!!!! THIS FIC IS ESSENTIALLY PORN. PORN IS NOT EDUCATIONAL, AND NEITHER IS THIS FIC!!! If you're looking for reliable sex ed info, check out scarleteen, they're a great resource!
Title from Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thank you x10000 Holtz for dealing with my dumb ass while I was writing this and for beta-ing <3
Denali misses Mik when heâs gone; both she and RosĂ© do. Itâs hard not to, when their boyfriend has such a big presence in their lives all the time. Whether heâs starfishing on their bed and hogging all the covers in his sleep, chattering away to fill silence in the apartment, or just making his presence known by ruffling Denaliâs hair as he walks by or tracing absent-minded hearts on RosĂ©âs arm while theyâre piled on the couch to watch TV, Mik is a constant, someone whoâs always at armâs reach to enjoy. Itâs comforting, something about him that neither Denali nor RosĂ© would ever want to change.
Itâs a strange feeling when heâs away, one that neither of them particularly like. Like something is missing, something they canât quite feel balanced without. Like the minute he leaves, theyâre waiting for him to come back again.
It doesnât help that Mik has been traveling so much for work lately. Fashion Week season has descended upon the world, and between New York and Paris and Toronto and Milan, Mik has been so busy that he hardly has time to pick up his phone. Add in time zone differences along with Denali and RosĂ© navigating their own busy schedules, and it might as well be a long distance relationship, one that is barely existent at this point. Denali knows itâs selfish to get upset about it; she still has RosĂ©, after all, so she canât imagine how alone Mik must feel. But she canât help it; the more Mik slips away, the more she wants him back, so bad that it hurts sometimes.
But thereâs also a different kind of ache she and RosĂ© feel when Mik is away, one that may be a little superficial, sure, but is nonetheless one that Denali is particularly bad at leaving unattended. One that once again, she knows must be worse for Mik, seeing as heâs completely alone right now.
At least on the occasions that all three of them are free, itâs a lot easier to scratch that particular itch.
Michelada: guys im so horny
Denali rolls her eyes, shaking her head and laughing a little to herself as she reads her boyfriendâs message. Heâs still in the UK right now, and if her math is correct, that means that itâs only around 1 PM where he is. As in, heâs probably still at work. When she says so, though, he seems unperturbed.
Michelada: hasnât stopped you guys before
Michelada: sooooo
Michelada: sensing a double standard here
Denali hears Rosé cackle from the bathroom, and then her phone pings again.
Rosita: i mean
Rosita: im not opposed to shenanigans, you know that baby ;)
âDonât encourage him!â Denali calls out, but of course RosĂ© doesnât listen; she never does. The next text Denali gets is a picture of RosĂ© taken in the bathroom mirror, naked as the day she was born with an arm covering her tits.
God.
Michelada: ugh rosie donât do this to me :((
Rosita: i thought u were horny, baby?
Rosita: gotta make up your mind xo
Another ping, and a second pic of RosĂ© comes through, this time biting down on one of her fingers through a devilish smirk. Denali shifts a little in her spot on the couch; as much as she doesnât want to give in, itâs tantalizing, knowing that RosĂ© is just a word of permission away from being right next to her like that. And the fact that Mik could very well get caught, that theyâll be distracting him enough that he might falter, might give himself away?
Nali: i think itâs time you went on break, angel
She follows it up with a pic of her own, angling it so that both Mik and RosĂ© will be able to see right down her shirt. She hears a little gasp from the bathroom, and smiles to herself; RosĂ© is so easy, itâs almost funny. Both she and Mik are.
Thereâs a pause, and Denali almost wonders if Mik has been caught already, or if heâs changed his mind. Sheâs about to ask, but then the bathroom door opens, and she looks up to see RosĂ© coming towards her.
âRosieâŠâ she starts, but she doesnât have time to get her full sentence out before thereâs another ping.
Michelada: i have fifteen minutes
âJust enough time,â RosĂ© grins as she comes up behind Denali, drapes her arms over her shoulders and leans in to kiss the shell of her ear and letting out a little laugh when the sensation makes Denali squirm.
A call comes through not even a second later, and theyâre greeted by the sight of Mik shut in a bathroom, cheeks already pink and pupils already dilated with lust.
âThat was quick,â Denali smirks, but Mik doesnât respond. One look behind herself, though, and Denali knows why.
âHeâs only got fifteen minutes, D,â RosĂ© winks, clearly enjoying herself as she continues to play with her own tits, trailing her hands over them and palming them while grinning like the Cheshire cat. âGotta maximize on that time, right?â
Well. She does have a point. And itâs not just Mik whoâs mesmerized by the sight in front of him; watching RosĂ© continue to tease, still grinning cockily, is absolutely tantalizing, and Denali canât help the sudden urge to touch her girlfriend that runs through her, making her shiver.
âWanna touch, angel?â RosĂ© coos, taking her hands off herself long enough to grab Denaliâs face, tilt her head up to look her in the eyes. âItâs okay--all you gotta do is say please.â
She swallows hard, mouth going dry as she nods, eyes trailing back down to RosĂ©âs bare tits. âYeah. Yeah, I wanna⊠Please, Rosie, please can I touch you?â
âOf course you can.â RosĂ© purrs, coming around the couch slowly, teasingly, before coming right up to Denali, giving her a soft kiss as she throws a leg over Denaliâs lap, easing down to straddle her.
âHi, baby.â
Thereâs a whine behind them, one that jerks them out of the bubble RosĂ© has created, and Denali suddenly remembers Mikâs presence over the phone, that heâs watching everything going on.
âI think our sweet boy feels left out, Rosie.â
The remark is as much a taunt as it is a reminder, and Denali canât help but peek over her shoulder to see how Mik is holding up. Sure enough, heâs already starting to come undone, cheeks flushed pink and mouth gaping open as he takes in whatâs happening before him. His camera obscures whatâs going on below his chest, but Denali knows Mik well enough to know from his stiff posture that heâs just waiting for permission to let go completely.
âIs that so?â RosĂ© turns to look over her shoulder, clicking her tongue in disapproval. âPoor baby, canât even be close to us while we have fun. I hope youâre not touching yourself just yet, angelâitâd be a shame to get this over with too quickly, donât you think?â
Mik swallows hard, but shakes his head, sucking in a sharp breath thatâs just audible enough to go straight to Denaliâs core.
âNo, mommy, Iâm not.â
âGood boy,â RosĂ© purrs before turning back to the blonde sheâs currently straddling, looking her up and down discerningly.
Not even a heartbeat later, she starts easing off Denaliâs lap, clicking her tongue when Denali squirms at the loss, lifts her hands to try and stop RosĂ© from moving.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â she grabs Denaliâs hands, gently places them back onto her lap. âIâm just moving so Mik can get a better view. See?â She sits gently next to Denali, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her close. âNow, what dâyou say we get you out of this pesky shirt, huh?â
Denali only nods, rushing to throw off her shirt as RosĂ© creeps her hands between Denaliâs legs, lightly teasing her through her pajama pants.
âIâd suggest you start rubbing over your pants, baby boy.â RosĂ© throws the command back to Mik without even looking at him, too focused instead on increasing the pressure sheâs placing on Denaliâs pussy while bringing a free hand to her tits. Denali hisses in pleasure when RosĂ©âs fingers trace around a nipple, pinching lightly and watching with glee at how Denaliâs hips buck at the feeling. Mikâs dissatisfied whines only spur RosĂ© on, though, and she ups the ante by leaning down to give Denaliâs other nipple the attention of her tongue, sucking and nipping at the hardened bud.
âRosieâŠâ Denali gasps, only for the redhead to separate herself from Denaliâs tit, coming up to lock eyes with her as she shakes her head.
âLook at Mik, sweetheart,â RosĂ© murmurs, her hands still moving, still working Denali up. âLook at what a mess he is watching you.â
Mikâs face is screwed up in frustration, pouting mouth trembling as his arm moves lightly, teasing at whatâs going on out of the frame.
âWhat do you think, D, should we take pity on him?â
âYes,â Denali answers without hesitation, closing her eyes in pleasure when her generosity is rewarded by RosĂ© finally slipping her hand below the waistband of Denaliâs pajama pants, dragging light fingers along the blondeâs already-slick slit.
âYou heard her, baby. You can touch yourself over your underwear now.â
âThank you, mommy,â he gasps in relief, followed by a shaky breath when he dips his hand into his jeans.
âDonât thank me, thank Denali,â RosĂ© simply shrugs. âSpeaking of,â she turns her attention back to the blonde next to her, âHow âbout we take things up a notch, huh?â
Denali doesnât have time to ask what RosĂ© means before the older womanâs fingertips are making contact with her clit, tracing fast, yet light circles around it.
âOh, fuck--â
âGod, you have no idea how much this turns me on,â RosĂ©âs voice takes Denaliâs breath away, low and husky in her ear as she continues to rub Denaliâs clit. âWatching you and Mik like this, already such messes for me⊠fuck, makes me wet just listening to you whimper.â
âWhy donât you join us, then?â The idea clicks into Denaliâs head instantly, and she has to admit, she loves the way RosĂ©âs eyes cloud over in confusion for a second, the redhead hesitating for a moment as she tries to figure out what Denali means. Itâs the perfect opportunity for Denali to reclaim some power, grab RosĂ©âs hands and push her back to flip their positions so that Denali is straddling her.
âMik, baby, you can play with yourself for real now,â she turns back to the camera and winks before wriggling out of her pajama pants, grabbing RosĂ©âs wrists and pinning them to her sides before closing the distance between them with a rough kiss. Behind them, Denali hears something close to a thank you from Mik, cut off by a strangled mewl that tells her heâs already close.
Thatâs okay; this shouldnât take long.
Denaliâs hips move naturally as they rut up against RosĂ©, their kiss deepening steadily as the two move in tandem against each other. RosĂ© traces her hands down over Denaliâs back, down to her ass, and smirks against Denaliâs tongue when the blonde moans at the touch. For her part, Denali isnât exactly being gentle, either; while RosĂ© uses her grip on Denaliâs ass to push her closer, force her to grind down harder, Denali snakes a hand into RosĂ©âs hair, tugging at the strands just to make her gasp.
âLove it when you make those sounds for me,â she breaks their kiss to suck a bruise onto the curve of RosĂ©âs neck, almost moaning herself from the way RosĂ©âs hips stutter at the taunt.
Behind her, Denali hears Mik curse from the phone, and sheâs unable to resist looking back as she and RosĂ© continue to move against each other, their pace staying steady as Denali watches the sight on the other line.
Mik is a vision, one arm slightly out to capture the sight of his body as he gets himself off. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and his lip is swollen from the way heâs biting it, desperately trying not to make too much noise. His hand works patterns on himself that Denali knows well, ones she taught him, ones she experimented and trialled and perfected on his skin. Watching him now, Denali canât help but speed up a little, a cue that both RosĂ© and Mik seem to take as they match her pace.
â Fuck ,â RosĂ© hisses after Denali turns her attention towards her again, knowing that if she watches Mik any longer, sheâs going to come right then and there; she doesnât want that. She wants to come with RosĂ© and Mik both, all together.
Luckily, she knows exactly how to speed things up.
âWhat?â she coos, tracing a finger along RosĂ©âs cheek, trailing it along her jaw. âAre you close, Rosie? Gonna come for me and Mik already? Aww .â
RosĂ© nods, whimpering as Denaliâs touch continues to travel over her body, down the line of her neck and then tracing along her collarbone.
âYouâre so cute, you know that?â Denali continues between gasping breaths, channeling every bit of focus she has to keep the ability to speak while keeping up with the rhythm of RosĂ©âs hips, now becoming erratic from desperation. âAlways acting all big and bad, like youâve got control, but you just need to be put in your place, donât you?â
The moan RosĂ© lets out is positively sinful, and when Denali looks back at Mik, his face is so red, his hand moving so fast that Denali knows heâs about to explode.
Time to finish things off, then.
âIâm gonna count to ten, then youâll get to come, okay?â Denali says it loud enough for Mik to hear, but she doesnât wait for a response; she doesnât have the patience to.
âOne⊠twoâŠâ
When âtenâ finally leaves her lips, Denali lets go, crying out loud enough that sheâs afraid someone in Mikâs studio might hear whatâs going on through the bathroom door. But she canât help it; RosĂ© continues to grind against Denali through both their orgasms, and by the time Denali comes down fully, sheâs too tired to do anything but collapse next to the other woman, completely spent.
âFuck, you guys,â Mikâs breathy drawl jerks them both back to reality, and Denali canât help but smile when she sees what a state their boyfriend is in; his clothes are mussed and cheeks are flushed, and thereâs a dot of blood on his mouth from where he must have bitten through his lip trying to keep himself quiet.
âAll better now?â she teases, laughing when he rolls his eyes, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
âI mean, I probably look like a mess, but yeah, Iâm not horny anymore.â
âGive it five minutes,â RosĂ© mutters to Denali with a wry smile.
âHey, I heard that!â
âGo and get cleaned up, babe.â Denali swats at RosĂ© as she addresses Mik, whoâs busy pouting at them. âCall us when youâre done work, and have a good day, yeah?â
âAlright, bye gorge.â Mik sighs, and then just like that, the call is over, and Mik is gone again.
At least, mostly; not two seconds later, thereâs another ping, and Denali checks her phone to see another message from Mik. More specifically, a picture of him in the mirror, still a mess, smiling and blowing them a kiss.
Michelada: gonna be thinking about u guys for the rest of the day
Michelada: love u sm <3
Itâs not the same as having him next to her, not in the least. But as Denali stares at the picture, feels RosĂ© shuffle closer to look at it, too, it feels like enough.
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sleep over? please.
Akaashi x reader - scenario
prompt: Sleep over? Please.
a/n: Akaashi has my heart, yâall. i thought iâd write from a prompt this time around and iâm about to hit 100 followers, so, being me, i must celebrate with fluffy feels. i love this community. thanks for inviting me in so warmly <3Â
warnings: slight cursing
wc: 1440
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It wasnât unlike you to be up late. Dim lights on in your room, phone in hand, mind fuzzy and tired.
It wasnât unlike Akaashi to try and figure out the reason youâre still awake.
Somehow he always knew when you couldnât sleep. Sometimes he knew by way of instinct and other times you just made your social media scrolls a little too apparent.
Tonight, it was Twitter that gave you away. Your late-night likes, retweets, and posts werenât exactly incognito, so you expected to get a text from your boyfriend scolding you for still being up, rolling around in your bed sheets.
However, the text you received was far from naggingâŠÂ
12:53 am -Â Akaashi: Saw you on twitter. I canât sleep either.
12:53 am - Akaashi: If you donât want to, itâs fine, but I have a proposition...
12:53 am - Akaashi: do u want to sleep over?
12:54 am - Akaashi: Please.
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12:55 am - Y/n: Give me 10 minutes
Youâre not sure why, but his text surprises you. Akaashi has always been self-sustaining, not usually asking for much from you, his friends, or family. So the needier tone in his text gets you wondering if heâs actually okay.
You know better than to ask him âwhatâs wrongâ over text. In-person conversations are more comfortably suited for him. So you slip on some sneakers and swing a jacket over your shoulders, tugging the sleeves up and onto your arms making sure to be as quick as possible.
You pat yourself down for one final check - keys, bag, and wallet... all here. Nodding to yourself, you set off.
As you pull up to his house, you notice that Akaashi is already standing on his front porch waiting for you.
Heâs wearing a textured, gray hoodie you gifted him a few months back and some name brand joggers. Akaashi always manages to be unintentionally fashionable, especially when it comes to lounge-wear.
As you make your way up the walkway, you notice his slightly unfocused expression. A clear sign that heâs feeling a bit off. Akaashi only ever got that way under major stress, usually relating to school or volleyball.
He lets out a breath, reaching his arms out toward you and wrapping them around your neck. A hand shifts behind your head, entangling your hair in lithe fingers and pulling your face gently into his chest.
âSorry for asking you over so late.â He sighs, almost as though heâs disappointed in himself for being needy.
âI always tell you to let me know if you need something, Akaashi. Iâm glad you texted.â You muffle out into his hoodie, drawing your arms around his back.
âLetâs go inside, Iâm sleepy and I know you are too.â He states.
As if on cue, you let out a big yawn. This guy is something else. A prophet? A mind reader? Just super intuitive?
Ah, whatever, you give up thinking about it. He just is what he is⊠and now itâs my turn to figure him out.
You head to his bedroom, familiar with its colors of deep blue and crisp white and, as per usual, completely spotless. Youâve spent many a day and night theorizing, studying, and laying next to your boyfriend in this room. Itâs a bit of a sanctuary in its own, quiet way.
Akaashi lets you crawl into his bed first so that you can claim your space under his covers. You feels the bed shift slightly as he joins you. Heâs relatively silent, but not in his usual manner. Itâs as though heâs trying to say something, his mouth barely opening and then closing right after.
So you let him process his words before they inevitably tumble out. In the meantime, you both study the ceiling above you, not making physical contact yet in order to minimize distraction from his thoughts.
âY/n, do you like me?â He breaks the bubble of silence around you.
âHm?â A silly question, you think.
âYou know I do, Akaashi. Iâm dating you, arenât I?â You chuckle, turning your head to the black-haired boy. His face is entirely serious, eyes still fixed above.
âWhat do you mean exactly?â You question, matching his seriousness this time.
He runs a hand through his hair, then shifts his head toward you, reaching an arm under the blankets to grab your hand.
Rubbing your hand with his thumb thoughtfully, Akaashi clarifies, âI mean, why are you with me? What benefit do you see in being around me?â He pauses, taking a breath before his next question.
âDo you really see a future with me?â His cheeks are tinted pink, but the question isnât cute or lighthearted.
Itâs anxious.
You can practically feel the self-doubt in his whispers. A masked vocalization of his fears, probably stemming from the beginning of your relationship, spilling out.
You move closer to his body, pulling him into your chest, deciding that physical contact would be the best way to convey your answer.
âAkaashi⊠remember when we talked about college and plans awhile back?â
He nods.Â
âAnd how we discussed long distance?â
He nods, but clearly the topic was more painful for him, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
âYou know itâs only a couple of hours, baby.â You remind him gently, âWe have every weekend⊠every slower day⊠any school break to see each other again.â
âI know, I know.â He sighs, âBut, do you really want me? Do you want to drive and wait for me?â
You unlink your hand from his to run your fingers along the outline of his slim jawline. Itâs the first time heâs ever expressed his hesitance of your feelings for him.
He needed confirmation and confidence that you care for him. That you want to be by his side.
Throughout high school, heâd had the luxury of being a vital part of his team. They needed his skills. His team relied on him and trusted that he could follow through as a setter. Without Akaashi they wouldâve been lost and, at the least, much weaker.
But you were a different issue entirely. You didnât âneedâ him per se. His critical thinking and intellect could only get him so far in a relationship. Something he didnât see himself being in for years⊠yet here he is, you in his bed, listening to him sort through his problems once again.
You see him flipping through the thoughts in his mind, so you bring him back to the real world, pushing his hair back to place a delicate kiss to his forehead.
He meets your eyes.
âI know you donât see it my way, but Akaashi⊠this relationship is more than just some cost-benefit diagram.â You smile, eyes lighting up with humor.
âI am choosing to be with you becauseâŠâ Itâs your turn to blush, debating whether or not this is the time to say it.
And it really is time. He needs to know how you truly feel.
â... dammit, Akaashi, I love you.â
His heart jumps. Those were 3 words he wasnât expecting.
You continue, âYes, you add something to my life. You make me laugh and think deeper than Iâm used to. You teach me perspective. You treat me so kindly butâŠâ Heâs listening so intently now,
âYou are so much more than what you give. You make me want you. To hold you, text you, and call you if you need anything. To just lay here with you⊠you make little things so much more beautiful.â
Akaashi may not speak much, but this is a new level of speechless.
Itâs like youâre confessing to him all over again.
But this time, itâs from the basis of love.
Nothing cute or made-up. Just... sincerity.
âSo, please, if you ever think I donât care about you or want you around, even if weâre fighting with each other or managing too much at one time, just call me. Iâll drop everything to get to you. I promise.â
It takes him a moment to handle everything. To grasp these abstract feelings and apply them to your relationship.
But after a minute of stillness he finally understands.
He feels the same. And he has for a long time.
Itâs why he cares so much to hear it from you. To know that you donât just like him, but that you are actively willing to seek him out. That you want his presence, his rough edges, and his faults in your life.
âI⊠love you too, y/n.â He manages to respond, unsure as to how he can answer to everything else youâve just said.
So you bury your face in his hair, letting the flush slowly fade from your own face and breathe in the perfume of his cedar scented shampoo.
âThank you for trusting me.â You whisper.
âThank you for coming over.â He murmurs in reply.
âI love a good, emotional sleepover, baby. You should know that much by now.â You quietly jest, eyes closing.
âYeah,â He hums, âI appreciate them too.â Mumbles Akaashi.
You both drift off into a serene sleep, releasing your hesitations and inhibitions into the tranquil midnight air.
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From this day forward, you both refer to this moment as âAkaashiâs Therapy.âÂ
Since then, itâs become an inside joke, but only you two remember how monumental of a turning point this conversation was for your relationship.Â
Itâs why you both made it through your last year of high school together. Itâs why, even with weeks (sometimes months) of distance, you both consistently went back to each other. Study nights, weekend trips, and Christmas parties.
And also why youâre here now, admiring the glimmering diamond engagement ring on your finger. Hand-in-hand with your best friend, now fiancĂ©, at a summertime festival. It feels like a dream, but the many long years apart remind you that itâs very real. That you both made it.
No cost-benefit analysis or prophetic parable couldâve gotten you both to this point. No war strategy and not an ounce of magic couldâve held up...
But a sleepover? Hell yes.
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hello! in character ask for selene: do u think first impressions are important? and for carolyn: who was the biggest influence on u in ur time at hogwarts? amd also, on a scale of 1-10, how important are looks to u? k thx!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much for asking and sorry for the late reply, I had some stuff going on yesterday đ
EDIT: Oh God, I just answered Caro's question for Selene, stupid me xD I don't want to delete it, so you'll get Selly's answer as a bonus.
Selene: Do you think first impressions are important?
Hm, yes and no. Of course, first impressions can give you a measure of a person. I know many people where you get exactly what you see. But then again, there are people like me. Of course, nowadays it doesn't make much difference whether you meet me for the first time or the hundredth - at least that's what I like to believe. But if you had met me back in my first year at school or before, you wouldn't believe I'm the same person. So I'd say pay attention to the first impression but never believe it's set in stone. Because nothing ever is.
Bonus: Selene, who was the biggest influence on you in your time at Hogwarts?
Easy, it could be no one else but my dearest Effy! @the-al-chemist I couldn't even begin to imagine how dreadfully boring my life would have been without my sister. If not for her, I'd still be the meek little girl doing her parents' every beg and call without even questioning it. She encouraged me to be who I truly am and follow my dreams - even when our shared dream changed and separated, we never did so in more than space. I wouldn't know what to do without you, my sweet sister. Oh, and Allan of course. Without Effy, I'd never had to nerve to rescue Allan - can you imagine a life without him? No, me neither.
Carolyn: Who was the biggest influence on you in your time at Hogwarts?
Thank you for capturing my question, Selene. If you don't mind, letting me answer now? Thank you, too kind.
Anyway, the people influencing the most during my time at Hogwarts would be my dear Marigold @that-scouse-wizard and of course, Brady @kc-and-oc Marigold has proven to be the best friend I could have ever wished for. I'll never forget the delightful discussions with her and the third part of our group, the wonderful Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch about the latest fashion trends in our dormitory. We still meet up sometimes, especially Adelia and I since Mary is away so often. Mary taught me to look beyond myself and my own ideas. It's because of her that I never incorporated anything to do with fur into my wardrobe. Especially on cold winter nights I thoroughly miss the warmth it provided but if you make a decision, you have to stick to it. Mary also made me the most beautiful wedding dress imaginable. I will forever be grateful to have her in my life.
And Brady. Well, what to say about Brady. Even though I swore to myself to never do it, I married him after all. What more to say about that. No, I'm not blushing. What makes you think that. It is a warm day and my natural reaction to the heat. This is not because of Brady, you hear me?
On a scale of 1 - 10, how important are looks for you?
11/10. Who would ever take you seriously if you went about your business unkempt and in rumpled clothes. Your outfit can make you or break you and you will never change my mind on that.
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