#y’all always be flattering me too damn much

[meganegatari]

how soon is now? | part two

READ THIS FIRST 🇵🇸

previous chapter. series masterlist.

♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: the long-awaited second part of this godforsaken fic (lawd she’s given me trouble). appreciate y'all's patience as always, i'm a chronic procrastinator and perfectionist but what can i do. after this, i'm gonna take a break from this series. not saying i'll never write more, but wanna work on some other stuff for a while. thank you for reading! pretty please don’t hate me or show up at my house waving torches and pitchforks for this ending ok luv u gays in my phone. + a big thank you to @total-dxmure for helping me w/ some ideas for the last little bit!

♧:5.7k word count (lawd)

◇: sfw! miscommunication (sawry). fluffy moments, angst lowkey…both of yall cry at one point or another, reader has anxiety in the last chunk. modern au but joel isn’t alive in this, and they discuss it. maybe some rushed points here and there, i’m not really the proudest of this but needed to finish it anyway. potentially horrendous pacing but ok i think that’s all? idfk i may give y’all a little epilogue eventually, but don't dwell on it for the time being!

4 months later 

Your friendship with Ellie was evolving wonderfully. You two were studying together frequently, and both your grades in the ghastly astrophysics class increased exponentially. Although that wasn't the only thing that was increasing at a rate too fast to fathom. Your crush on her. It was ripping you apart like wildfire, Ellie was proving herself to be such a wonderful person inside and out, and you were slowly but surely nearing your limit of how much it could build before you burst. A movie spin off of the Savage Starlight series had come to streaming, and Ellie had invited you to her place for a movie night so you two could watch it and discuss if it was a faithful entry in your beloved series or not. 

Dressed in some comfortable pjs and armed with snacks of all kinds, your favorites as well as hers, the time had come and you were at her door. You straighten your posture and put your hair back in place, must look presentable, then knock, knock, knock.

You could hear some faint shuffling behind the door, then a few thudding steps until she opened it for you. She was dressed in an old, worn Nirvana tee, and red checkered pajama pants, damn she looked good, even when she was dressed with less effort than usual. 

Ellie looked so pleased to see you, leaning on the doorframe. Why did she have to look so good all the time? “Hi! I’m so glad you came, ooh this is gonna be so fun.” She invited you in and took the snacks from your arms and placed them inside her room. “Oh yeah, I also put up some decor too so we can get into the Savage Starlight spirit.” Her eyes were wide and twinkling and when she stepped aside to let you see, she really had made her room so welcoming and comfortable.  

The lights were all off save for LEDs around the room’s perimeter set to a dreamy violet hue, sparkly fairy lights draped around the frame of her bed which was set up so cozily. Her laptop propped up on a pillow, the sheets arranged in a nest-like formation with two spaces for each of you. She even had a few dinosaur stuffed animals placed in a row so they could watch too.

You were so flattered she'd do that and make the atmosphere so nice for the two of you, you could just tackle her in a hug and never let go.

The thing is you were scared she'd perceive that as weird and you didn't feel like dying of embarrassment, not today at the very least. Save that for another day, maybe. Oh, how you wanted to squeeze her so bad. Your imagination had to do for now. 

She was standing there so proud of how she arranged her room into a mini theater, and you beamed at her, silently thanking her for making it so dim so she couldn't see your flustered expression in full.

“Ellie this is amazing!!” “You like it?!? These stupid lights kept on falling off but since this is an important occasion for us both I didn't give up. All for our love, Daniela.” She manipulated her voice and waved in the air with two fists, closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart, just being as dorky as ever.

Oh gosh, hopefully it wasn't going to be awkward. Sure, the two of you had grown to be great friends, but were you that close to be just, relaxing in her bed together? As long as your imagination didn't run too wild and you didn't overthink anything, it was going to be a fun time. Just two pals watching their favorite series, nothing more, nothing less.

She threw herself in the mess of comforters with a grunt, and saw you were hesitating. She patted the empty space next to her so you'd join her and the movie night could begin. “C’mere, don't be shy.” Well, no shit you were going to be shy. Suck it up. 

You crawled in next to her, unable to look her in the eyes, while she got everything ready and rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Man, if they do our girl dirty, we’re gonna have to give someone a knuckle sandwich, you with me?” Her jokes and easy going vibes always made her so fun to be around, but unfortunately for you, you fell harder for her every time. “Yeah, Ellie. A knuckle sandwich for all of them.” You retorted with a chuckle. Once both of you were settled, she pressed play and so it began.

As the movie played, the two of you laughed and debated every plot twist, cursing the directors for not portraying your queen Daniela how she deserves, and snacked on candy until your stomachs hurt. It was going so well, the friendly hang out both of you needed after so many responsibilities in life. An escape. Occasionally sneaking peeks Ellie’s way, she was just so marvelously pretty. The shadows dancing on her features, illuminating her side profile perfectly, her long eyelashes and button nose, who wouldn't get lost in admiring her?

Of course you could never fully relax around her, or forget the crush no matter how hard you tried to push it down and just be friends. Every time she shifted next to you in the bed you felt your heart seize and the butterflies in your stomach turn into hornets. At this rate, they were going to turn into whole birds for fuck’s sake.

Nearing the end of the movie, the two of you were so invested, so captivated in the events, totally spellbound.

But then the film took a more emotional turn that wasn't in the comics. Daniela and her father had an absolutely vicious argument which left the two of you speechless watching it, which luckily got quickly resolved right after the two characters had a near-death experience together.

You weren't one to get emotional over silly, trivial things like fiction, but the way they showed this entire sequence was nothing short of heart-wrenching. You snatched up one of Ellie's patterned pillows and hugged it tightly to your chest, because cuddling her would have been much too bold for the likes of you. But what you’d give to do that instead.

Seems you were not the only one touched by the scene, as you began to hear some light sniffling from next to you. Looking over at Ellie made your heart break further into a million pieces. She looked lost in thought with thin lines of tears streaming down her plump, freckled cheeks. 

You froze for a moment, not knowing the limits of your relationship with her and how you could comfort her best. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “That was so sad…” You watched as she avoided your gaze and wiped at her face with the collar of her t-shirt, “Yeah, this kind of stuff hits me, feels a little personal y’know.” She has never opened up to you about her struggles before, in the short time you’ve known and gotten close with Ellie, it always seemed like she was there to help you out, not the other way around. This could be your chance to show her that you are there for her as well, and that she can always count on you.

Being curious but at the same time not wishing to pry too much into her private affairs, you quietly asked with the most gentle tone of voice you could muster,” You don’t have to, but I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, Ellie.” You watched her out of the corner of your eye, anticipating however she reacts.

She stayed quiet for a beat before sighing deeply, and whispered, “We were having a fun time, I really don't wanna be a burden.” Her voice quivered, heavy with emotion, what could possibly be troubling her this much? You wanted to take all her pain and bear it yourself, she didn't deserve any sort of misfortune ever.

“You can tell me, don’t worry about anything, okay? I just want you to be all good.” You were comforting her so smoothly, putting her needs and well-being first as if it was always second nature, as if you two have known each other many lifetimes over, two souls meant to float together through the journey of life. Well okay, that was probably a bit much.

There were a few more seconds of silence as you let the question ring in the air, not wanting to press and jeopardize your cherished friendship with her. 

You continue observing her, almost seeing the gears turning in her mind, the scales of reason tipping to one side then another, as she contemplates whether it’s worth spilling. Eventually, she does.

She roughly rubs her face then pauses the film playing on her laptop, sighs and huffs, before beginning to speak her story, all while looking away from you.

“Okay I don’t like to talk about this kind of stuff, but I trust you. A whole lot.” Your heart fluttered and face heated up at her comment, but you ignored it because there was something much more important on the table now. She continues, speaking quietly but quickly to get it over with. 

“So, when I was a kid, I was an orphan and to be honest I don’t really remember my early childhood much at all, but when I was 14 my adoptive dad, Joel, took me in. And it’s been just us since then.” She stops to take a breath, then resumes reluctantly. “And well, we’ve had a pretty rocky relationship for a good chunk of these years, I never knew how to express my gratitude to him, y’know, for basically saving my life, numerous times at that. He was always my rock, and I appreciate him every day. He taught me so many things, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t come around. I was pretty hard to deal with back then.” She reminisces with an exhale of air, and you see her eyes refill with tears. “But I’m really bad at expressing that, and will kinda, lash out I guess when I’m met with kindness or tricky situations.” 

You nod, listening patiently, and place your hand on her shoulder ever so gently, as a result making her raise her head to give you a small smile. 

Ellie chuckled deeply, it almost sounded forced, then started to slowly wrap up her story. “And it seems that scene kinda hit me, because the wounds are still raw, or whatever.” 

She sniffles again but doesn't respond, so you delicately inquire, “What do you mean?”

“He died last year.” Oof.

“Oh my, Ellie, I’m so sorry, are you-” She interrupts your condolences. “No need for that, I’m fine. Well, taking it day by day y’know. In the beginning it was really tough, I was angry at everything but most at myself for being such a jerk, and now I can't turn back time and tell him all I wanted to.” While you take a moment to think about what to say, she hums to herself and remarks, “That actually felt good to get off my chest, I haven't told anyone about it.” She lowers her voice so it’s barely a whisper. “Didn't have who to tell.”

“Sure you're okay? I'm always here for you.” You find your voice back to soothe her some more, to which she smiles at you again, only this time it actually seems genuine. There's definitely a lot of pain behind it, but the relief that she doesn't have to deal with the burden alone was evident on her face. 

“Yeah, thanks. I guess I hadn’t processed anything, and that part of the movie made it all come out, damn I hate emotions sometimes. But I appreciate you being here for me. You're really easy to talk to, and I feel better now.” 

And you would've never in a trillion years anticipated what her next move was going to be, you were so caught off guard, the realization lagged and it didn't immediately register. 

She moved to sit on her knees in front of you, then threw her arms around your torso in a tight embrace. She hugged you. Clutched you so firmly against her own body, her strong hands landing in the middle of your back, where she rubbed in a circle. She smelled so nice, and was as warm as one of her heated stuffed animals. 

Due to the surprising nature of the motion you let out a dumbfounded gasp, then returned the hug allowing yourself to rest your head on her shoulder. You wanted to stay like this forever, until the end of time, it felt nicer than you could've ever imagined.

The thought crossed your mind that she could feel the buzz pulsating through your body, you swore your heart was slamming against your ribcage so hard it was going to grow wings and simply fly right out of your chest, and join hands with hers.

While you were occupied with the way she felt against you, so close like this, chest against chest, and how your cheeks blazed with an inferno hotter than a thousand suns, you heard her grumble against your ear. “Not gonna make that same mistake again, and from now on, I'm gonna tell the people I appreciate just how much they matter to me.”

You were much too stunned to speak, but she wasn't. “So thank you again.” She finishes her little speech and pulls away first, but not before giving you one last big squeeze and letting out a noise of contentment as she does so, then shuffles over to her previous spot in the bed. 

Not taking notice of the way you were at a loss for words, or about to set the room on fire with how flustered her actions made you. Her obliviousness was a common theme, it seemed. She clears her throat and claps, grabbing some more candy for herself, then says happily, “We still got the rest of the movie left, then we can do whatever after. I really wanna know how this ends.”

Naturally, your head is spinning, but you were too caught up in your thoughts to continue paying attention to the movie as much as you were before.

You felt awful for her, yet somehow, felt as if your crush on her had quadrupled in size yet again. You saw through the guard she put up, she broke down those walls and opened up to you. You were honored she trusted you so much, and only hoped that would never change. That, coupled with how remarkably good hugs she gave, has led you to the realization that you were properly in love now, things had gotten real. This was trouble. You vowed to always be there for her for whatever she could ever need, you'd drop everything to teleport by her side if you could. 

Goodness, what were you possibly going to do now, instead of giving you the ick, or helping you with the task of getting rid of that stupid infatuation you were so plagued by, every experience felt like a deliberate ploy to just make you fall even further for her. You couldn't help but wonder just how much love a person can feel for someone, because it only continued to grow. 

A couple days later.

Sitting in the cozy campus cafe, you were revising all your coursework. It was giving you a massive headache, but the warm and hazy lighting aided it a touch. The walls had cute plastic vines crawling up and down, and even though there was chatter all around you from the other patrons, it wasn't a distraction and in fact acted as some sort of white noise, everyone was talking in a nicely muted tone, it all blended to create the perfect ambience. 

You waved down the waitress to get yet another cup of coffee, your third one of the night, that’s healthy, before trying to resume with your aggravating studies. 

To your dismay, you've used up all your brain power for the evening, and could not force yourself to continue no matter how hard you tried. Maybe a few moments of peaceful people-watching would get you back on track?

You sip on the hot drink, then lean back against the comfortable booth seat to begin scanning around.

In one corner directly on the opposite side of where you were sitting, there was an elderly couple. They looked so in love, dressed in matching outfits, feeding each other as they shared a dessert, holding hands and conversing with a hushed tone, nodding and looking into each other's twinkling eyes. So cute, you hoped that was going to be you in the future. 

Moving your line of sight to watch beside the couple, there was another student, their books and computer were scattered across the wooden table, piles of pens and pencil cases near falling over. They seemed to have fallen asleep, unmoving with their head laid tiredly across their crossed arms. The sight made you chuckle out of familiarity, you really felt for them, studies were hard. 

But then a sound caught your attention. A bright, husky giggle fought its way over the ambience, reminiscent of a certain someone. 

Your heart jumped, your ears perked up and you immediately became insistent on scouting her out among the patrons, this was a necessary mission. 

Feeling highly nervous and antsy, you try to drown out the noise and focus on where she could be, and quickly enough, you find her.

Ellie in her natural habitat, she was so mesmerizing. Sitting far away from you where you could get a good view and hear snippets of conversation if you focused hard enough, but not close enough where she would notice your shameless gawking. She was sitting with a group of a handful of her friends, who all appeared to be gossiping and laughing with each other, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Her smile was gorgeous, and you knew that, but there was something about just being a spectator which fascinated you, you could stare at her all day. Her energy lit up the entire room, and made your heart race.

Snapping out of your trance and trying to not be so obvious with your staring, you tried to look occupied, tried reorganizing your notes while still keeping an ear out to listen. Occasionally glancing over as  well. Yes, it's true that eavesdropping is wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Anyone would do the same, right?

The group's passionate discussion was making you extremely curious however, and you strained to hear what they were talking about. Among the muffled chatter, you heard a woman’s voice say the word crush, then an outburst of laughter, the loudest guffaw from Ellie herself. 

You felt the budding panic start to form in your chest momentarily, but swallowed the lump forming in your throat and took a sharp intake of breath to calm yourself at once. They could be talking about anything, there's no need to jump to conclusions just yet. Fumbling around your bag for your headphones to listen to some of the song recommendations Ellie had given you, you’re led to discover that they are, in fact, dead. Of course. 

Despite any and all wishes to stop eavesdropping on them and mind your own business and abide by what they say, ignorance is bliss, you simply couldn't. She was too damn captivating. Like a painting in a museum, like a statue at a town’s center, one that people stopped in their tracks to admire. 

The way her eyes sparkled and gleamed under the warm lighting, her cheeks tinted a faint rosy hue from the exertion of laughing so hard, her sweet smile. She was too perfect. God, you hated crushes, being infatuated with someone to this degree couldn't be healthy. But what could you do? Just look at this angel.

Fidgeting nervously while still being entranced by the group of friends, you heard a man’s voice say the words “there’s no way”, followed by Ellie howling even harder than she had the whole time you've been watching them, and punch him forcefully on the shoulder. 

The curiosity was going to swallow you whole, it was like a car crash you couldn't look away from. You felt your palms begin to tremble and sweat with worry, and anxious assumptions of all kinds running through your mind, were they talking about you? No, they couldn't be, you're just overthinking it. Relax, relax, relax.

You tried your hardest to control your breathing and soothe your spinning mind so you wouldn't spiral, until you heard something that absolutely shook you to your core.

The same woman from before, not Ellie, in a highly teasing tone of voice said your name.

You felt frozen, this couldn't be happening. All your worst fears were coming true at this very moment. You had to get out of there right away, this was too much to bear. Curiosity really did kill the cat didn't it, you wished you didn't comply with the morbid desire to know everything. 

Panic-stricken like a deer in headlights, near hyperventilating at this point, the final straw was all three of them erupting into laughter simultaneously, with Ellie through gasps, going "oh come onnnn”.

Yeah that was it. Hot tears started pricking your eyes and you vigorously blinked them away before they started streaming down your face, as if you needed to be humiliated even more. You felt sadded, torn apart, betrayed. Sick to your stomach too. This time, for once, you really thought you had something going for you. From your perspective, albeit through rose-colored glasses, you were convinced she was being genuine with you all this time. How could you not be? 

The late night study sessions, the air thick with tension, the conversations draped in a sleep-deprived haze, the walks to class together, the first fated interaction, the looks you two shared from across the huge lecture hall; the looks where you two just knew when to share a glance, was all of that fake? Was she leading you on purposefully because her friends thought it was funny, that you were a joke?

The tears threatened to spill and your stomach twisted painfully with the world-shattering realizations you were just served with, and you angrily shoved your belongings in your bag.

You were too caught up in your panicked frenzy to notice how disruptive you were actually being, your textbooks thumping and keychains jingling, but frankly didn't care enough to meet the numerous pairs of eyes observing your misfortune. Who could blame you, your whole world and everything you've known just crumbled before you. 

You slung your bag over your shoulder noisily as a choked sob made its way up your throat, then speed-walked out of that cafe. You were never going to be able to go in there again unfortunately, shame, their pastries were so good.

Right as you tried to step through the door it got stuck, because the universe was being really nice to you today, and as you tugged on it to get it to open, you heard the friends lower their voices, but you could still make out a jumble of hushed words sounding something like, “oh no, is that…” Great, great, fucking great. The only solution to this was to change your name and ride up to Seattle for goodness’ sake, maybe throw yourself into a volcano as well just because. 

Finally the door swung open after what felt like eons, and you stumbled outside into the chilly autumn air, feeling goosebumps spring up all over. Where you were going, you didn't really know. This cafe was new, so it would take some time to figure out navigation so you stood dumbly in the middle of the front lawn as you tried to orient yourself.

Once you think you've got it, you start your agonizing trek back to your little room, screaming inside of your head, until you're harshly yanked back mid-footstep by a vice grip on your arm. What the fuck was it now. 

Ellie. The sight of her only made your tears increase in quantity and the emotion in your chest tighten. She looked a little disheveled, her eyes round like saucers, and she was gripping onto your arm so hard as if you were going to run away. You wanted to, but she still had a magnetic hold on you, even after all that turmoil. 

Talking was painful with how much you were trying to keep a hold of yourself, but you managed out a choked, “Ellie, what?” 

She looked befuddled, shaking her head ever so slightly and scrunching up her eyebrows, her gaze boring right into yours and following whenever you tried to break it and look elsewhere. Her hold on your arm softens, and moves to rest on your shoulder. “What do you mean what? You ran outta there like you were chased by a lunatic or something, what the fuck happened?”

Her tone startled you a little, why did she care so much? Noticing you jolt, she sighs and mellows her speech. “Sorry, what I mean to say is, I'm worried. Are you okay?” 

You worried her? Heat rushed to your cheeks as you fought to break the increasingly uncomfortable eye contact, and all you could do was shrug. Your lip started quivering and you were losing the fight of keeping your composure, how wonderful. Despite everything she was being so sweet, way too sweet. You felt helpless at this point. 

The words started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall, you were properly sobbing now, falling apart and hiccuping as months and months of emotion spilled over. 

You were blabbering about how you loved the friendship you formed with her, but how hurt you felt that she’d laugh about you, every possible insecurity just tumbled out of your lips, as you wiped at your teary face and runny nose and glanced at Ellie ever so often. 

She let you talk for a bit until she saw you get even more upset, that's when she got a step closer to you, squeezed both your shoulders gently and kept a stern tone of voice to get your attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, slow down, I don't know what you're saying.” But you couldn't stop crying. Bottling up emotions was definitely a bad idea, because they were bound to burst sooner or later and unfortunately, you reached the breaking point. Sucking in some unsteady breaths as an attempt to regulate yourself, she was watching you patiently yet still cautiously. 

Your voice was weak and shaky, but you were slowly feeling a little better. For the first time during this interaction, you meet her eyes. Why was she always so pretty? She was sculpted just to spite you, you were convinced. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you blinked them away. “Um…Ellie…” She nodded expectantly, wanting to know what was wrong. But you could not complete your sentence as yet another bout of ache washed over you.

To snap you out of it once and for all, Ellie grabbed your face. The sheer disbelief of her action was enough to stop your tears luckily, and she held your gaze while she used her thumb to swipe at the stray teardrops adorning your cheekbones. You wanted to die, what was going on?

Once your panic was replaced with fluster and stupefaction, she let you go, but was still standing really close to you. You felt jittery from it all, nervous, embarrassed and in love and everything under the sun all at the same time. You stared at her, then looked away, then looked at her plump pink lips which were set in a questioning pout, then back up to her sympathetic greener-than-grass eyes, fuck, fuck, fuck. The intensity of the situation had caused any sense of judgment or critical thinking to long, long gone, and so your body moved on its own and before you had a chance to form a solid thought or process what you were doing.

Smooch.

You kissed her. 

Mouths colliding like magnets as you held onto the sides of her face, fireworks igniting in every single part of your body. Cradling her jaw as you closed the space between you two, the hurricane of emotion coursing through your veins as your lips caressed hers, and time felt like it had stopped. The months and months of excruciating pining had all led up to this very moment. 

She instinctively kissed you back, you felt her breaths fanning your face. You were about to ascend to another dimension. Lingering against her for a little longer, you forced yourself to regretfully pull away, and laughed loudly at her state now. 

Her lips were parted and she was gawking at you, you had broken her completely. Your own heart was working overtime, you were panting from the adrenaline of the situation, and could only hear the blood rushing in your ears. 

She seemed to be in a coma, doing nothing but staring and breathing. You punched her arm playfully, your voice breaking.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.” 

An frustrated confession tore itself from your throat, even the world's strongest iron bars couldn't contain it. You wiped at your face with your sleeves, a sad attempt to clear it of the residual salty tears that never once stopped their journey out of your eyes.

The sadness had left you, and you felt lighter now, truthfully. Had no idea how you would ever face her again after all this, but at least the cat was out of the bag and you had gotten that off of your chest. You both stood there in silence, now what was wrong with her? What a dork. Sucking on your teeth and kicking a pebble on the ground you admitted finally, “So, yeah. That's what's been troubling me, I guess.” 

Her pupils were dilated and huge, as she scanned all over your features, her mouth opening and closing as if she was having an internal battle of what to say. She stood there almost appearing miles more shocked than you somehow, she looked as if she was going to have a heart attack and die on you, you found it funny, but concerning at the same time. 

You watched her for a moment more, before accepting your disappointing fate and bidding her a goodbye. You cleared your throat. “Okay then. Cya in class. Bye.” You turned on your heel and began the walk back to your room, but this time for real, and didn't look back at her. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, you wanted to leave this whole fiasco in the past. That chapter was closed, it seemed. 

The only thing left to do now was call your bestie, Abby. She has been your cheerleader through this whole thing, through all this time, gave you advice and brought you back to Earth, and you needed her support now more than ever. 

Right after you reached your dorm she was there in no time at all, after receiving your distress call she scrambled into action, with chocolates and boxed wine in hand. Maybe you should just date her instead at this point. Who else was left for you?

You talked and talked and talked to her about everything for so long, talking the night away just like old times, and she sat and listened to your every word, patted your back reassuringly as you weeped into her shoulder, then tucked you into bed at the end of it all. She left only when she was sure you'd relaxed fully.

You didn't fall asleep quite yet, and stayed awake thinking, pondering life and staring up at your ceiling. It turns out angrily confessing to the girl you've been infatuated with forever by impulsively kissing her and letting the whole campus know it was a tiring thing after all. You really did cause a bit of a scene, when you thought about it in hindsight.

But what was this all like from Ellie's perspective? You wished you could know what she thought, or at least gotten some sort of formal response. Her friend storms out of a cafe, kisses her and screams she's in love with her? It's certainly understandable she'd feel a little lost, or under great pressure to give you an answer. Her reaction did make sense though, after being met with such a shocking revelation. Wow, now that you were really thinking about it, she still did not know why you ran out of the cafe like that. You wished you could turn back time and redo this day, shame that wasn't possible. Were you two ever going to have a discussion about this, or had you just lost a friend for life. Oh no, you pushed that thought away as quickly as it appeared, you didn't have an ounce of energy left over to dwell on it.

You'd work out what you were going to face her next later, a very well-deserved visit to dreamland was way overdue. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and your breathing slow, so you turned on your side and snuggled into your bed, eventually falling into a deep, deep sleep.

Meanwhile on your bedside table:

Bzz, bzz, bzz. 

lovely taggies: @lasting-lover @radioheadfan699 @sophie-thefrog8 @machetegirl109 @ellieschair @aouiaa @wavesgocrash @tangerinngi @elliesbitchvenus @amiorca @dinaissoprettyoml @rxreaqia @camicocom1a @elliesexual @smelliewilliams @boobdrug @writing-on-a-bathroom-stall @bready101 @yourelliewillms @ap3arll @bunnyrose01 @elliesactualgirlfriend @paranoiero @sakiigami @4ftergloww @ellstronaut @vqxen @desireesfics @lez-zuha @dyk3ang3l @iluvellie0089 @tphmnv @seraphicsentences @seaseasalts @biblically-accurate-ellie @deliriousrn @pxterpfx + a very special tag to @fleshunger hehe :)

if i wasn't able to tag you, investigate the issue somewhere in your settings!

[littledollll]

Wishful thinking

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this started as a smut and then I realized I kinda didn’t wanna write that. So have some light angst?

This is the last all written fic I have so y’all might have to wait extra long for the next one😭 I hope you enjoy tho!

Warnings: not much, a little angst, nudity (barely).

_______________________________

As one of the many servants of Lucifer Morningstar, you have many jobs. They vary from day to day, unless of course Lucifer were to hand pick you for certain works. Which is precisely what started to happen.

You’d have to be stupid not to notice that Lucifer had chosen to have you around them at any and all times. Taking away the petty jobs another simple maid could handle and taking you as their personal assistant with any and all needs.

Lucifer was not a difficult person to work for, surprisingly enough. They were charming and cunning. Everything you did was somehow amusing to them, because you suppose that in their eyes you’re just an assistant, a little maid. There was a condescending air about them. But not because they think they are superior, simply because they are. And naturally that power radiates from their being.

“I have a request for you, my dear.” At your quick nod in confirmation and willingness, Lucifer continued. “I’m feeling particularly tense tonight, and was hoping you’d be willing to accompany me for the night.”

When Lucifer’s request reached your mind, your thought response was to be overly formal. You had a choice, yes. But this was for your lord, your master. It was rare to reject a request from them. You agreed, not out of duty, maybe out of curiosity. You didn’t quite understand what was so intimate about it that they specifically needed you for it.

Without even needing to voice it, Lucifer answered your question. “I will admit something, a little more vulnerable perhaps. But I’ve been itching for a bit of company. I think you’re well suited to provide just that.” Not a moment of a pause before, “And you’re a pretty little thing. I do enjoy having something nice to look at.”

There was really no arguing with that logic. It did feel flattering that Lucifer found you to be pretty.. you can’t deny the slight fluttering in your stomach at the thought of that. It felt like quite the compliment. “So would you indulge me this once, stay after your duties?”

You nodded at their words when you noticed you had been far too lost in your own thoughts, making Lucifer give you an amused smile. “I will do my absolute best, my lord.”

“…I wouldn’t mind it if you just called me Lucifer, for today.” Their voice was so soft. But not in the familiar way. Lucifer was almost always soft spoken after all. But there was something tender about their voice.

“Alright then.. Lucifer.” It felt odd in every way possible. But the smile that grazed their lips at it almost made it worth it. Surely you were damn good at your job if you managed to crack a genuine smile out of them. “What would you like us to do, then?”

There’s about a million things that come to mind when at the thought of keeping them company, so what did Lucifer mean by it? What did they want from you?

They looked at you, seeming unsure aswell. For the first time ever, you saw the lord of hell shrug their shoulders. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal but is such an oddly laid back, casual action from them, it made you hide a giggle with a smile, and Lucifer chuckled in response.

“Why are you the amused one now? I’m not sure I enjoy being on the receiving end of such a look.” “Ah, I think it’s good you learn how it feels then. Because, in case you were unaware that’s practically how you look at everyone. So very condescending.”

Lucifer looked as if they were analyzing for a second, making them look horribly serious compared to before and you were afraid you crossed a line. That is, until they spoke again. “Is that so? I suppose it’s part of my nature.”

“You did it again!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Oh, right. “It’s nothing- It just feels a little odd to see you being so casual..? I guess that’s the word for it.” Your words came out a bit mumbled as you moved around the room and actually did your job. They specified that it was after you completed your work, after all. So no slacking would be welcome.

“Is it jarring? To actually see me as just another person and not your lord, for once?” The genuine curiosity of their question caught your attention.

“I wouldn’t say I separate you as my lord and you as a being. But there’s something more laid back about you when you’re not actively trying to be the lord of hell… it feels like there’s a difference between Lucifer and the lord Morningstar.”

They merely hummed at your words. Keeping quiet for a moment. You felt theirs eyes on your every step but thought nothing of it.

“I feel as if there’s a difference too. You dropping the titles and professionalism makes you more… care free, maybe?” It made sense. You didn’t feel like you or your work were being reviewed, even if you were watched. “Maybe.”

As you walked towards them, Lucifer immediately stood. And the more personal part of your routine began. Lucifer would be stripped of their clothes with the utmost care as you assisted them with their wings, it was always the most complicated part.

Their signature and stunning red silk robe hung from the door of their luxurious bathroom. As you walked past it, Lucifer got into the already prepared and perfect bath.

They knew it was your job, but something about how you perfected every little detail for them made them think maybe you put in the extra effort for them.. on a more intimate level. But that was wishful thinking. And the lord of hell doesn’t have time for wishes.

The bath was sacred. A ritual of peace for them alone. So you shut the doors as you made your way out and finished the preparations throughout the rest of the bedroom.

The sheets were changed every night right before they slept, ensuring they’d be warm and fresh. Nothing but perfection for them. The pillows were fluffed, and everything was tidied into place and reviewed only by you. Lucifer trusted no other to do this.

You knew everything. You knew their room like you would your childhood home, their skin like the back of your hand, their habits and likes as if they were your own. Maybe that’s where their appreciation for you began. And then turned into something more. Something almost human. Was it weird to say they desired you? Not in the way they have desired any other. Not in any of the many sinful ways they can envision and you’d expect.

They desired a domestic life, with someone who knew them as well as you. Someone who tried as hard as you. Some who cared as much as you. You. Their darkest secrets include you at every corner. Not in this foolish servant and master relationship. Not as a superior and worker. But as equals. They wished for a life where they could offer you everything you do them and more.

But again, that’s just wishful thinking, and the devil doesn’t have time for wishes.

[thepepsislvt]

What if we had another Barto fic because were so starved for his content esp in writing if the reader was like a strawhat that luffy picked up in like skypiea maybe..like a shandorian with the little wings 👀.. just a thought..

I WIN yes i will write more of Barto bc i love him and im glad so many other people love him too!

this one seemed rushed and i apologize i wrote this before my second shift of work :(

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gn Reader

warnings: all fluff, some cursing, mention of doflamingo

you were born on Skypiea and thats all you’ve known

you were always so curious as a child but nobody would tell you what the rest of the world was like

So when you hit your teenage years you decide that one day you're going to leave the floating island

You had wings so you could easily fly away but you couldn't navigate the ocean by yourself

Most nights you would hope and pray that someday, someone would save you.

That's when a certain pirate with a straw hat came and fucked shit up on your island

At the age of 19, you knew this was your getaway, a savior you had spent all of these years praying for

After he won the battle he was fighting you came up to him and his crew as they were about to depart

“Strawhat! You must take me with you! I will prove myself worthy to join your crew-”

“Ok”

“-and I won't take no for an answer! Wait did you say okay? That fast?” you looked at the pirate captain with confusion and shock

All he did was smile and nod

So it was easier than you thought

It didn't take very long to get along with the rest of the crew members

You would give Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy rides through the air

Zoro taught you how to use a sword

Naomi taught you to pickpockets even though you probably won't use that skill

The Entire crew loved you

When Frankly and Brook joined the Straw hats you easily got along with them as well

When you got separated for two years on Sabaody you couldn't have been happier to see them

Your wings had fully grown and you could now use them to their full potential

You guys may have changed a lot physically over the past two years but nothing has changed between your friendship

During the events of Dressrosa, you decided to follow Luffy to the Colosseum to make sure he doesnt give away his identity and draw unwanted attention towards him

While you and Luffy were watching the fight, a certain green haired rooster head had caught your eye

he was hated by the crowd for being vulgar but thats what you liked about him

after his victory in Block B you knew you had to go and greet him

what you were not expecting was him to start crying and saying how much he wasn’t good enough to be in your presence

how can such a scary looking man with the title “Cannibal” fall to his knees over someone like you?

you were flattered by his kind (?) response and had to console him

he asked you to sign your wanted poster he kept

after the defeat of Doflamingo, you hung around Bartolomeo more, falling more and more for him and his wild personality

he had finally accepted that you were actually his friend and took his fanboying down a notch (he still has his moments though)

you had asked him out since you know damn well he wouldnt have the balls to ask you

when you did he just about died on the spot

but y’all had the best time on your date

Sanji and Nami had helped you dress nicely for the event

at the end of the night Barto and you were just star gazing as you told him all about each constellation

Barto knew he had to something he just didnt know how

“you see those six stars up there forming a ‘W’? they call that one the King of Pirates in honor of Gol Roger himself! isnt that cool?” you had explained while pointing to the sky

after you didnt get a response from him you looked over to see if he was alright only to be met with his face close to yours

“Barto? are you alright?” you whispered to him

He just stared into your eyes before kissing your cheek, leaving you flustered and your wings spread out in suprise

“was that okay? should i not have done it?” Bartolomeo started to panic and think of every possible negative outcome before you kissed his lips gently

“more than alright”

he Smiled and started giggling all giddy

“I GOT KISSED BY MY FAVORITE STRAWHAT!!” he yelled out into the sky

you only laughed and kissed him again

[pinkanonwrites]

Ride The Rhythm

The Chai fic y’all have been waiting for is finally here! Thanks for your patience, I hope this smut fic lives up to all the hype you guys have been stirring up for it!

Chai/Reader NSFW Fic, 2,900+ words, AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used, first time, enthusiastic consent, vaginal sex, Chai is so much fun to write dialogue for you guys you have no idea

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Chai had never really considered himself to be the type of guy who was "eager to please." He'd always run on his own schedule, marched to the beat of his own drum, even as a kid. That didn't change when he became an adult either. When college got too boring? He dropped out. When he saw the banner ad for Project Armstrong? He signed up. And when said project inevitably fell to pieces in front of him and Vandelay Technologies was looking for a new ambassador? Well, who was he to refuse?

Yeah, Chai had never been the type to be eager to please others. At least, not until he met you.

And damn, with you he must have been doing something right, because you were currently perched in his lap, rolling your hips against his as your hands grabbed at his shirt, his hair, his belt loops, anywhere you could get a hold of him and keep him there. He'd thought the date had gone particularly well, but even he wasn't optimistic enough to imagine himself sprawled across your bed with his hands gripping your ass as you moaned eagerly into his open mouth by the end of it.

"Chai." You murmured, breath hot and wet against his lips, only to giggle when the sound of your own voice made his regulator tempo start thumping even faster, the bluish light pulsating rhythmically beneath his shirt. "Cute."

"Hey, most-mmh~, most guys would take offense to being called cute, y'know?" He smiled against your lips, fifty-percent false confidence and fifty-percent real. It's not like he wasn't excited or anything! In fact, excited was probably the grossest possible understatement he could be making in this exact moment. But he was also just a touch terrified. Not scared like 'horror movie jumpscare' scared, more scared like 'twenty-five year old virgin' scared. And even though Chai knew you, and he trusted you, there was still that panicked little voice in the back of his head, the one he'd tried time and time again to shut up with blasting rock tunes and false bravado but always seemed to work its way back to the surface as soon as he let his guard down.

Don't laugh at me when I'm being serious! Don't make fun of me over this! Don't abandon me as soon as I mess things up! It chattered, incessant and grating in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried to just let himself be, just take in the moment. He knew you wouldn't ever hurt him, not on purpose.

But you could. If you ever wanted to, you could.

"You're not really 'most guys' though, are you Chai?" You cooed, knocking your forehead gently against his. "You're special."

"Aw, you flatter me.~" The tone in his voice oozed confidence, but his expression said anything but. His face was bright red, burning even at the tips of his ears. Though he failed to keep eye contact with you there was a soft, sappy expression in them, something bordering on vulnerability. "You liiiiike me.~" He teased instead, unable to voice the emotions that were just so obvious in his eyes.

"I do." You replied, a smile creeping across your face when you felt his breath hitch and that familiar tempo kick into near double-time. 

"Yeah?" There was a breathlessness to Chai's voice, like he didn't quite believe what you were telling him. If you could you'd bash the heads in of anyone who ever made him feel that way.

"Yeah." But today wasn't a day for acts of righteous violence, and it was hardly the time. So instead you clasped a hand over one of Chai's, the one that wasn't metal, and let it trail up your body, disappearing beneath the fabric of your shirt and further until he was softly cupping your breast in his hand. His breath hitched, red face somehow burning even hotter as he gave you a tentative squeeze. "I like you so much."

"Can-can-can uh, can you-can I- can we, maybe, umm, if you wanna-"

"Can I take my shirt off?"

"Yes please."

You chuckled, the sound better to Chai than any guitar solo he'd ever heard. You peeled the top off slowly, like you were giving him a show, hair fluffing out around your head like a halo as you pulled it over your head and dropped it off the side of your bed frame onto the floor.

"Whoa…" He breathed out a shuddering sigh, metal hand dancing up your side to join the first and leaving a ticklish trail of goosebumps in its wake wherever it brushed across your bare skin. "So soft…"

"Your turn?" You tugged gently on the front of his shirt with a soft smile, a small, inquisitive hum.

"Y-Yeah, of course! Hang on, lemme just-" His scarf and jacket were gone in a flurry, wrestling his shirt off around the bulky joints of his prosthetic. When it was finally free (though it took some tugging and irritated grumbling to get there) the light of his regulator bathed your entwined bodies in a pale blue glow. You trailed your fingers around the metal edge of the implant, adoration dripping from your expression and making Chai feel so… so much. All the words in the world didn't feel like enough to describe it properly. Like his head was full of cotton and his heart was full of honeyed words and major chords, like for once he didn't have to worry that the first words that came to mind would just spill out of him whenever he tried to speak because you wouldn't mind, not one bit. You'd listen. You'd love him anyway.

"Still doing alright?" Chai hadn't realized he'd fallen silent until you called out to him, his gaze snapping up to meet your own. You'd draped one arm over one of his shoulders, twirling the soft hair at the base of his neck between your fingers as your other hand caressed his chest. "You can tell me if you want to stop, I'm not gonna be mad or anything."

"No! No, I'm good. I'm great, actually. Holy shit am I good." You leaned in to press another chaste kiss to his lips, regulator thumping and light pulsing when you made contact. He may have had the world's doofiest grin on his face when you pulled away, but at this point Chai didn't even care. "...You're good too, right? Wanna keep going?"

"Please."

Shifting your weight a little bit awkwardly from one knee to the other, you shimmied out of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them off the side of your bed onto the floor. Then you busied yourself with his belt buckle, metal clinking and sliding under careful fingers as his hands joined yours in wrestling off his skinny jeans. He kicked and shuffled beneath you, trying to wriggle out of the tight denim but frowning as it bunched and caught around his shins where he'd rolled them up.

"Ah, shit. Hang on, I got it, just gotta… Aw, man!"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making Chai's face flush even deeper red.

"Don't laugh! I'm struggling here!" He whined.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just… you don't really need to take them all the way off, y'know?" Fingertips trailing over the front of his tented boxers, you fought down a sly smile when Chai shuddered beneath you. 

"Works for me!" He wheezed, head lolling back as you cupped his length through the flimsy cloth. "Hell, those can go too, if you want."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.~" His response trailed off into a low groan as you stroked him through his boxers, hand working slow and steady. "O-Or you can keep doing this! Fuck, this is pretty good too…"

"I think I'd rather get rid of them, if it makes no difference to you.~" You looped your fingers under the elastic and tugged his boxers down. A sudden wave of shame flooded Chai as his cock sprung up, slapping wetly against his stomach, and he fought the urge to cover his face. He didn't even have his scarf on anymore, anyway, so it wasn't like he had something to hide behind. But you didn't tease him for his eagerness or his fluster, you simply took him in hand, smearing your thumb along the underside of the sticky head with a soft, shuddering sigh, as if you were finding pleasure merely in touching him.

"Still good?" You murmured, gaze never leaving his cock as you gave it a few careful strokes.

"Great. You too? I mean, uh, can I? I want to touch you too, if you want…"

"Of course. Just, uh, maybe not with the robot arm? The joints look a little bit… pinchy."

Chai barked out a laugh, cheeks pulling into a familiar grin. "I think I can manage that." 

His fingertips, warm, slightly calloused, trailed up the soft expanse of your thigh, sweeping through the wiry hair on your mound and dipping between your wet folds. His middle finger trailed the edge of your hole before pressing in, slipping with minimal resistance into slick warmth.

"Whoa…" He breathed, giving his finger an exploratory curl that pulled a warm huff of approval to your lips. "That feels insane. It's so warm."

"Imagine how good it'll feel around your dick."

"Ghh, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it before I'm even in there!"

You laughed, swatting at Chai's hand to free up space between your legs. "Should we move on to the main event then?"

Chai's eyes all but bugged out of his head as you rose up on your knees, aligning his flushed tip with your entrance. "Oh, oh hell yeah. It's not gonna hurt though? I didn't… I didn't really do much, if we're being totally real."

"It's okay, I'll go nice and slow. Just give me time to adjust."

"I will. Holy shit."

You let your body sink down so slowly, so carefully, heat giving way achingly slowly to his intruding cock. Chai's eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies met, teeth digging hard into his lower lip as you took him in. It did hurt, just a little, pleasure sparking just a touch towards pain as your body ached to adjust. Finally, with a shaky groan from the both of you, you rested yourself up on his hips, fully seated on his lap.

"That's it…" He murmured, both hands massaging up your thighs to rest at the curve of your hips. "God, you're incredible. Still hanging in there?"

"Mhm. Just need a minute, then I'll be good." You rested your hands on Chai's chest, tracing the edge of the implant and absentmindedly tapping along to the beat.

It had slipped your mind for a moment while you were getting comfortable, that familiar, unending tempo. But now that you had nothing else to focus on you couldn't help but tune back in. Pulsing beneath your hand you felt like the rhythm had become a part of you as well, like if you really focused you could feel it thrumming through your hand, up your arm, into your chest, down, further down into…

"Oh god." You whined, burying your face into your cupped hands and praying you didn't look as completely flustered as you felt with your face burning into your palms. "...I can feel it."

"I, uh, I hope so? Cause otherwise I'd be, uh, pretty embarrassed here. Don't gotta kick a man when he's already down. Or pinned, in this case."

"No-Chai." One hand still partially covering your face, you let the other rest again on the reinforced glass dome in his chest, fingertips trailing along the edge in a way that made him shiver. "This. I can… I can feel the beat."

A second passed, then another, with Chai blinking up at your bare form in visible confusion. Then, like a lightbulb going off, realization seemed to dawn on his face at the exact moment the implant flared with a pulse of blue-white light.

"IN YOUR PUSSY?!"

"CHAI!!" You couldn't help but laugh despite your embarrassment, mostly covering your eyes with your fingers cracked to peek through the gaps. "You're such a dork." His eyebrows flew up his face as the pink on his cheeks gave way to a brilliant burning red. His gaze flitted from your face, down to where he was buried in you, then your face again, looking somewhere in between a mix of strained and awestruck.

"I can… I can feel when you laugh. It gets all like, mmfh… Holy shit." He squeezed your thigh with his non-enhanced hand to emphasize the noise, and the grip combined with the rhythmic pulse of the music hitting you down somewhere deep pulled a small, pleased groan from your lips before you could fully stifle it. Chai looked shocked for a moment that he was even able to draw such a noise from you, but his expression quickly grew into an incredibly eager smile, less like a guy getting laid for the first time and more like a kid getting exactly what they wanted from Santa for Christmas. His other hand came back down to grip your thigh as well, cool metal making goosebumps break out across your skin. He braced his feet on the mattress and rolled his hips up against yours carefully, almost experimentally once, twice, testing the sensation.

The reaction of the both of you was pretty similar. Chai let out a punched-out wheeze, head lolling back against the pillows as if he could no longer keep it up himself. As for you, his tip kissed a sweet spot inside you right alongside with the pulse of the music, nearly making your back go concave as you instinctively rutted into the pleasure.

"If I died right now, it'd be totally worth it." He groaned, hands sliding up your thighs to grip the fat of your hips, fingers digging in just enough to really feel as he rolled his hips again, and again, trying to match the rhythm in his chest as he bounced you in his lap. You knew Chai was pretty strong, especially after the Armstrong Project, but you couldn't really say you expected him to drag you down onto his cock again and again like you weighed nothing. And in true Chai form, he did it while blathering all the while, drunken-pleasure loosening up his tongue even more than it usually was. "Feels so good. Can we quit work? They don't need us, let's quit and do this fffuhh-forever. Never wanna stop, oh god, never wanna stop fuckin' you."

"Fuck, Chai." You whimpered, knees sliding impossibly further apart as you ground yourself down on his cock, the beat pulsing deep enough to make your toes curl with each thrust. "Don't stop talking, please?"

"Yeah? Can't say I hear that too often. You like when I run my mouth? Can't help telling you how good your pussy feels? Cause you feel fuckin' incredible. Never felt anything like it. You're so wet, fuck. This is the best day of my life."

"Better, hah, better than the robot arm?"

"Are you kidding me? This wins by a crazy huge margin. Holy shit!" He lets out an eager chuckle, hand trailing to the apex of your thigh and thumb trailing into the thatch of hair between your legs. "Wait, hang on, I got this. It's like, right here I think. C'mon, Chai…"

You squealed when his thumb rolled over your clit, just a touch on the rough side. "Chai!"

"Sorry! Sorry! ...Not bad, though?" He cocked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk as he massaged the swollen bud (more gently this time) under the pad of his thumb. You sighed, melting into his touch as you draped yourself over his chest, nose bumping against his.

"It's good. Really good. Kiss?" 

"Anything for my baby.~"

You draped your arms around his neck, sinking into a sloppy kiss as he continued to bounce you on his lap. Each messy brush of lips and tongue was interspersed with soft groans and sighs, his cock grinding hard against spots that made you see stars. When you clenched around him he pulled away with a wet gasp, eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Don't wanna cum yet, but I can't- ffffuck."

"C'mon, Chai, I wanna feel it." You moaned, fingers lacing into his shaggy hair. "Please cum for me?"

"But y-ohh, you didn't-!"

"I know you'll make it up to me. Just let go, baby. Let me have it."

"Oh God." Chai groaned, hips stuttering as you felt him spill into you. His prosthetic arm creaked and his regulator thumped faster, faster, faster, blue light pulsating between your chests as he unloaded into your cunt. "Ffffuh, so fucking good. So tight, I can't…"

Finally the tension seemed to melt out of his body with a satisfied sigh, Chai melting into the mattress beneath you. You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck, cool glass pressing against your chest as you made yourself comfortable.

"...Holy shit." He finally breathed.

"That good, huh?"

"I'm a different person now."

You laughed, Chai's chest rumbling beneath you as he began to chuckle as well. "Hopefully not too different. I happen to like my rockstar the way he is, thank you very much."

"Ahh, you're just trying to butter me up for round two, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"...Perhaps.~" You both dissolved into laughter again. "Seriously though, you'd better be ready. As soon as I can think straight it's gonna be your turn."

"Oh really?"

"Show me what you like and I'll make sure you cum as many times as you want. I live to please.~"

For you at least? He certainly did.

[stellrn]

𝟎𝟎𝟓.“𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆.”

ִ ࣪𖤐 The name’s Valerie! But you can call me Val/Xyn (pronounced as shin)/Key/Zenny! ִ ࣪𖤐 Most preferred pronouns are She/Her but I’m fine with They/Them too! I DO NOT tolerate any other pronouns being used for me! He/His and It/Its are an absolute NO-NO if you are referring to me. (I DO NOT HATE OR CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS any pronouns by any means under any circumstances. This is just about what pronouns I prefer to use.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m 18+ and therefore, considered an adult. ִ ࣪𖤐I’m European!

ִ ࣪𖤐 My MBTI is ENTP-A. ִ ࣪𖤐 GMT timezone!

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m interested in Mangas, Manwhas and Anime! I usually love Manwhas such as ORV, Heaven’s Official Blessing etc. I love animes such as BSD, Tokyo Ghoul, JJK etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 I enjoy games such as HSR, GI, HI3, LETHAL COMPANY, REVERSE: 1999, TWISTED WONDERLAND etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 My favourite characters are Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Sunday, Jing Yuan, Mei, Acheron, Bronya, Chuuya, Dazai, Yuji, Gojo, Geto etc. Those are only a few stated! ִ ࣪𖤐 I’ve got countless hobbies such as painting, writing, travelling, sleeping, playing games, listening to music, reading (fics, random books.) , yapping with my friends (love y’all fried chickens so much /jk) and maybe touching grass…nah jk, I’d never do that. I also recently took up billiards and golf as my new hobbies!

ִ ࣪𖤐 Just other random likes include cats, tea (mostly all flavours), coffee (mostly all flavours), the night sky, stars, snow, fictional men who are walking red flags (cough Aventurine cough), the colour blue, hot chocolate and rain (+ the weather it forms)!

— BEFORE YOU FOLLOW OR INTERACT !

ִ ࣪𖤐 READ MY DNI. If you fit the basic DNI criteria, leave my blog immediately. (Full offence intended /srs.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I talk in caps a lot and I swear a lot. (Both in RP and casual talk.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 While this blog is SFW only, suggestiveness is okay! But that’s how far it will go. NO EXPLICIT NSFW STUFF on this blog.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Blog is not spoiler or leak free.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Oh and please DNI if you’re the kind of person who pesters people to begin the RP (like damn, I’m human too? I’m not always free.), if you support Israel or you are Anti-Palestine (I genuinely don’t care what your reasons are, if I find out you will be blocked.) and if you’re just here to spread negativity and hate. (like I find it flattering I have haters but damn, I don’t like to cause a scene neither do I like drama.)

[typewriter83]

Look, I just wanna prepare you because this might be the longest feedback I eve did by now for your chapters.

First of all, I loved the🌶️🌶️, thank you.

Secondly, the dina and jesse thing got me intriged and I'm mad at jesse, and I'm trying not to be mad at dina too. In one second they were treating ellie so well and in the other, bang, harsh and silent treatment. I am suspicious that maybe dina had suffered some kind of uncomfortable thing from david, but why does they keep blaming ellie for that? She didn't asked to be invited for dinner, jesse was acusing her of associating herself with the pastor and I was like "? What's going on, what does he mean?". And also, I'm also trying to figure how ellie and joel's interaction (or at least the perspective of jesse about it) could have hurt dina that much. I mean, if that girl had ptsd from past trauma with some older man when she heard about them I get it, but seemed a little more than that, like it was personal. I felt as confused as ellie in this chapter. Everyone just treated like shit and there wasn't even an explanation from their part🫠

Also, the dinner scene. Man, I'm really curious about how can someone think "oh this pastor has some trauma, he would make such a good therapist😍" It's really laughable, maria is a bit crazy. All don't know how tommy feels about it. I mean, he said he thought that was a good idea, but maybe he said that just so maria wouldn't make him sleep on the couch tonight? Maybe, I don't know. Also, I know it's wrong to laugh about it, but is it just me or it is actually funny how maria is trying to heal ellie's trauma and will give her another trauma🤦🏼‍♀️the irony, my god. David is such a creep, yikes.

Also, I'm mad at joel. He has to come out later wirh a really good explanation to why the hell did he lie to ellie to hang out with that woman. Dude, I felt ellie's betrayal. I wanted to punch him when he was laughing and walking away grrr. I really want ellie and kenny causing some jealousy on joel, we will get that??? I want him to suffer too muahahaha.

Also, by the end of the chapter I wanted to put maria, tommy, joel, dina and jesse in a room and punch all of them. They all found a way to leave poor Ellie alone and without enough options of company. Mom and Dad wannabes scared her to a point she was practically running from their house, joel and dina suddently ditched her, joel- I won't even talk about him, I'm mad at him. Oh God I was hoping things would be head for david to reach out on his plans, but if everyone else don't cooperate, ellie might be an easy target because of damn loneliness.

Oh my, I’m always overwhelmed and flattered when any of y’all take this much of an interest in something I write. Let’s see if we can’t pick this apart and put it back together for you 😘

🌶️🌶️🤭 for about a year now, I’ve been pushing myself to write for a more mature audience. Honestly, I’m taken aback that anyone likes it - and I’m not saying that to be self deprecating, it’s still something I struggle with, but I’m kind of starting to enjoy it 🫣❤️‍🔥

Let’s take everyone we’ve met and interacted with and line them: Ellie, Joel, Tommy, Maria, Dina, Jesse, David. (Side note: I’m gonna be honest about Kenny - I threw him in there because he was fun from the last universe, and I wanted Jesse to have a male friend, he really serves no purpose at this point so, he’s just there) so, everyone we’ve met and toss them into the air and jumble them up because that’s where we are - right?

Not really - everything does line up, but you as the reader just can’t see it yet because you’re only seeing it from Ellie’s perspective. When you take a second look, if you so choose, and have that piece of knowledge, that this is all from Ellie’s POV then it’s going to be confusing and it’s going to be jumbled.

Remember: Tommy is stuck between a rock and a hard place with Maria and Joel. Maria actually is the nosy busy body that I make her out to be, but she also doesn’t have all the information she needs. Dina, Jesse, and Ellie are new friends, they haven’t built up their trust yet. Joel… don’t hate him too much. David… hate him as much as you think you should.

Plus, if I gave you everything, why would you come back for chapter 9? There’s a reason why I wrote it the way I did, and I can promise that everything you’re confused about - from the Ellie/Dina/Jesse interaction, to the dinner scene, to the Ellie/Jesse scene on the porch - even the Joel/Esther interaction will make sense in due time.

Also, spoiler alert, don’t be too mad at Joel - remember, we saw him from Ellie’s point of view. That’s all I’m gonna say on that.

Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a sweet, detailed analysis comment. D&C is up next, then we’ll come back to Jackson.

🫶🏻

[delivererance]

𝟎𝟎𝟐. “𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆.”

ִ ࣪𖤐 The name’s Valerie! But you can call me Val/Xyn (pronounced as shin)/Key/Zenny! ִ ࣪𖤐 Most preferred pronouns are She/Her but I’m fine with They/Them too! I DO NOT tolerate any other pronouns being used for me! He/His and It/Its are an absolute NO-NO if you are referring to me. (I DO NOT HATE OR CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS any pronouns by any means under any circumstances. This is just about what pronouns I prefer to use.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m 18+ and therefore, considered an adult. ִ ࣪𖤐I’m European!

ִ ࣪𖤐 My MBTI is ENTP-A. ִ ࣪𖤐 GMT timezone!

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m interested in Mangas, Manwhas and Anime! I usually love Manwhas such as ORV, Heaven’s Official Blessing etc. I love animes such as BSD, Tokyo Ghoul, JJK etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 I enjoy games such as HSR, GI, HI3, LETHAL COMPANY, REVERSE: 1999, TWISTED WONDERLAND etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 My favourite characters are Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Sunday, Jing Yuan, Mei, Acheron, Bronya, Chuuya, Dazai, Yuji, Gojo, Geto etc. Those are only a few stated! ִ ࣪𖤐 I’ve got countless hobbies such as painting, writing, travelling, sleeping, playing games, listening to music, reading (fics, random books.) , yapping with my friends (love y’all fried chickens so much /jk) and maybe touching grass…nah jk, I’d never do that. I also recently took up billiards and golf as my new hobbies!

ִ ࣪𖤐 Just other random likes include cats, tea (mostly all flavours), coffee (mostly all flavours), the night sky, stars, snow, fictional men who are walking red flags (cough Aventurine cough), the colour blue, hot chocolate and rain (+ the weather it forms)!

— BEFORE YOU FOLLOW OR INTERACT !

ִ ࣪𖤐 READ MY DNI. If you fit the basic DNI criteria, leave my blog immediately. (Full offence intended /srs.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I talk in caps a lot and I swear a lot. (Both in RP and casual talk.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 While this blog is SFW only, suggestiveness is okay! But that’s how far it will go. NO EXPLICIT NSFW STUFF on this blog.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Blog is not spoiler or leak free.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Oh and please DNI if you’re the kind of person who pesters people to begin the RP (like damn, I’m human too? I’m not always free.), if you support Israel or you are Anti-Palestine (I genuinely don’t care what your reasons are, if I find out you will be blocked.) and if you’re just here to spread negativity and hate. (like I find it flattering I have haters but damn, I don’t like to cause a scene neither do I like drama.)

[oneofadiamond]

𝟎𝟎𝟒. “𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆.”

ִ ࣪𖤐 The name’s Valerie! But you can call me Val/Xyn (pronounced as shin)/Key/Zenny! ִ ࣪𖤐 Most preferred pronouns are She/Her but I’m fine with They/Them too! I DO NOT tolerate any other pronouns being used for me! He/His and It/Its are an absolute NO-NO if you are referring to me. (I DO NOT HATE OR CONDONE SUCH BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS any pronouns by any means under any circumstances. This is just about what pronouns I prefer to use.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m 18+ and therefore, considered an adult. ִ ࣪𖤐I’m European!

ִ ࣪𖤐 My MBTI is ENTP-A. ִ ࣪𖤐 GMT timezone!

ִ ࣪𖤐 I’m interested in Mangas, Manwhas and Anime! I usually love Manwhas such as ORV, Heaven’s Official Blessing etc. I love animes such as BSD, Tokyo Ghoul, JJK etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 I enjoy games such as HSR, GI, HI3, LETHAL COMPANY, REVERSE: 1999, TWISTED WONDERLAND etc.

ִ ࣪𖤐 My favourite characters are Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Sunday, Jing Yuan, Mei, Acheron, Bronya, Chuuya, Dazai, Yuji, Gojo, Geto etc. Those are only a few stated! ִ ࣪𖤐 I’ve got countless hobbies such as painting, writing, travelling, sleeping, playing games, listening to music, reading (fics, random books.) , yapping with my friends (love y’all fried chickens so much /jk) and maybe touching grass…nah jk, I’d never do that. I also recently took up billiards and golf as my new hobbies!

ִ ࣪𖤐 Just other random likes include cats, tea (mostly all flavours), coffee (mostly all flavours), the night sky, stars, snow, fictional men who are walking red flags (cough Aventurine cough), the colour blue, hot chocolate and rain (+ the weather it forms)!

— BEFORE YOU FOLLOW OR INTERACT !

ִ ࣪𖤐 READ MY DNI. If you fit the basic DNI criteria, leave my blog immediately. (Full offence intended /srs.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 I talk in caps a lot and I swear a lot. (Both in RP and casual talk.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 While this blog is SFW only, suggestiveness is okay! But that’s how far it will go. NO EXPLICIT NSFW STUFF on this blog.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Blog is not spoiler or leak free.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Oh and please DNI if you’re the kind of person who pesters people to begin the RP (like damn, I’m human too? I’m not always free.), if you support Israel or you are Anti-Palestine (I genuinely don’t care what your reasons are, if I find out you will be blocked.) and if you’re just here to spread negativity and hate. (like I find it flattering I have haters but damn, I don’t like to cause a scene neither do I like drama.)

[just-a-creep-babe]

Maybe some headcanons for how Liu/Sully, Jeff and BEN would be with a doting, sweet and innocent s/o? Only if you're inspired though ❤️

Tysm for the request luv! ^^ ik it took me a while, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

And creepkinks is coming up next week!!! Hope y’all are as excited as i am <33

Jeff the Killer

Honestly, at first, he‘d be a little... put-off?

He wouldn’t understand why or even how they manage to be so nice all the time—are they trying to get something out of him?

He’d definitely be wary, thinking they have ulterior motives because homeboy does not trust easily

But over time, he’d come accept that it is possible for someone to be as angelic as they are~

He doesn’t know how they’ve managed to survive so long being that sweet & innocent, but he certainly isn’t mad about it

He thinks it’s cute—precious, even—and as he learns to trust them more & more, he becomes increasingly protective of them uwu

He wants to make sure that they keep their innocence at any cost

He gets like this 🤏 close to going full yandere to keep them safe & out of harm’s way ngl

He’s certainly not used to someone doting on him, so at first, he doesn’t really know how to handle the attention

It sometimes overwhelms him & he gets flustered, so he tries to dismiss them

It’s lowkey cute tho?

But it’s not like he doesn’t like the attention; on the contrary, he adores it

It feeds into his massive ego—he just needs to adjust to having another person agree with him that he’s pretty great 😏😘

Overall, things would be off to a rocky start, but once he gets used to how wonderful his little s/o is, he’ll try his damnedest to be a good boyfriend

Which is to say, he won’t be amazing, but he really does try & it’s very sweet to see

He might be an asshole sometimes, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some lovin <3

BEN Drowned

Oh, he’s in love~

Baby boy can’t 👏get 👏enough 👏of their attention

He lives for their praise & comfort; they might actually be an angel in his eyes

He straight-up melts whenever they give him affection—to the point where he just wants to be with them all the damn time

He’ll gladly let them baby him as much as they want smdh

He’s too spoiled :”)

Similar to Jeff, he adores how sweet & innocent they are

But, unlike Jeff, instead of growing protective, he’ll inadvertently end up corrupting them :”)

It won’t necessarily be on purpose, it’ll kind of just happen by virtue of BEN being, well, BEN

He can’t deny enjoying being the one that corrupts them tho 😳😳

And in that similar vein of enjoyment, he loves teasing the hell out of them

He just thinks they’re so goddamn cute when they get all bashful >:3c

Like I’ve (probably?) mentioned before, BEN’s big on cuddling, but with an s/o as cute as that, how could he possibly resist keeping his hands off them?

There’s so much physical contact, it’s wild

You can bet movie/video game dates with snacks & blankets are a regular occurrence 😌👌

Homicidal Lui

Ahh, that poor lil s/o is gonna get whiplash with this manses :”)

Lui, on one hand, is just as sweet & doting as they are—if not even more so

He’s always asking if he can get anything for them, or if he can do anything for them, or how their day went and if they ate and if they want anything, anything at all—and that kind of stuff :>

He tries so goddamn hard to please them, they’re treated better than royalty <3

Boy’s always extremely flattered when they return the sentiment; having someone care for him isn’t too much of a regular occurrence :”)

He has self-esteem issues, so he often tries to over-compensate by putting others before him, and a reversal of those roles can be quite jarring

He’s truly a sweetheart, poor baby 😪💗

Their relationship is almost like,, sickly sweet teens during the honeymoon phase of a relationship kinda vibe

Very lovey-dicey, very obnoxious to the people around them, but very sweet lmfao

Sully though, on the other hand?

Oh boy

Dude teases the hell out of their s/o

He tries to corrupt them any & every way he possibly can

Lui gets so fucking pissed at him for messing with his beloved s/o

He always ends up feeling super bad, like he’s ultimately just a burden on his precious lil s/o

So he needs a good amount of reassurance, which is why someone so gentle & doting is honestly kind of perfect for him :”)

[plutosexc]

❝ TEACH ME HOW TO RIDE ❞

〃 draken x black!fem!reader

〃headcanons ; Draken teaches the reader how to ride his motorcycle

〃 for @koishiguro’s collab here 🤎

〃warnings & genre ; none + fluff, crack?

⭆ This was most definitely your idea. Draken would’ve never suggested something so dangerous. He knows you can hold your own, but he wouldn’t willingly put you in a situation where you could get hurt.

⭆ It definitely took some convincing and by convincing I mean you didn’t give him much of a choice. You went over to his house because you guys were gonna hang out for a while.

“Ken let me ride your motor bike.”

“No.”

⭆ Literally said no just like that. So you started acting cold toward him until he gave in.

“Babe, can you come here for a sec?”

“No.”

“Ouch. Are you still mad about the bike thing? It’s dangerous.”

“I’ll be fine, you’re being dramatic love. Just teach me how to ride.”

⭆ Sucked his teeth, but agreed. Now Draken has a lot of patience, being that he deals with Mikey, but no one told him how much of a hassle this would be.

⭆ You both made your way out to the back, it was a pretty empty street so you could practice there. When y’all got back there you hopped right on the bike, no helmet, no idea what to do, lost asf but ready to pull off. He had to reel you back in.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m ready to pull off.”

“No you’re not dumbass. You have no helmet and don’t even know the basics.”

“You’re a slow ass teacher. Hurry up babe.”

“Don’t rush me because I’m worried about your safety. Here.”

⭆ He gave you this old ass helmet that wasn’t even cute.

“Let me tie up your hair. The braids are long and they might get in the way.”

“Alright.”

⭆ You were in this bulky ass helmet and your hair was pulled back. Not a flattering image. (but you’re still bad asf and he knows it 👩🏽‍💻) His bike was a Kawasaki Zephyr 400.

“Okay now pay attention and listen because you’re stubborn.”

“You ain’t have to add that part.”

“This is the ignition switch to turn on the bike and this is the engine kill switch to turn it off. Right here is the throttle, you twist the throttle toward you to accelerate so be careful.”

⭆ You had been listening while he was explaining, but you couldn’t help and stare at him with admiration. Even though he was against the idea at first he did end up doing it because it’s what you wanted.

⭆ That just goes to show how much this boy cares about you, he wouldn’t spend time just teaching anyone.

“Don’t go too fast and start braking with these a few seconds before you want to stop. Ease off the throttle and press down on the rear brake. Squeeze the front breaks at the same time and hold the clutch too, then you’re good.”

“You know that was a lot to take in, but I got it.”

⭆ Eventually you took off and did great for a first timer. Draken just walked to the end of the street instead of letting you ride back (💀). He was so proud of you, but he’ll be damned if he came out his face and said that. You would most def make fun of him for being so worried in the first place.

“You see that? You were worried for what? Ya girl a natural mhm!”

“Yea yea okay. You did good, but all you did was go in a straight line.”

“Shut up. I didn’t ask. You’ll be teaching me more tomorrow though.”

⭆ This mf walked away.

〃now when i tell yall i had an image of the bike pulled up + a motorcycle diagram and a site that gave instructions on how to stop a moving bike. yea we out here researching ig ‼️👩🏽‍💻

〃as always i hope y’all enjoyed :)

〃Taglist | Taglist Form

@asaincy @myhoodacademia @morosis-haze @akisssnigga @santxnny @mypimpademia @angiebug101 @revengingvixen @lilsparkyswife @fatgumshoneybun @royalelusts @koishiguro @keiwaizumi @racistareversa @babydaddyleorio

Do not copy, modify, or post my works onto another platform.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Tips for driving in snow/general winter fuckery, brought to you by someone who has driven in snow way too much recently and has so much anxiety:

This shit genuinely can start up in a second- it’s insane. Recently I was leaving work and I heard that there was a bad storm out, but when I was leaving work it was just flurries. Which I was like pssh- that’s nothing to worry about. And I was driving, carefully but still not super worried- and I could see ahead of me about a block. The air was clear and I could see the sky, and the block after that was completely white. By the time I got up to the light, I couldn’t really see more than a few feet- total whiteout conditions.

Don’t listen to music if it’s insane snow out. Which I get it, driving without music seems insane to me too, and this might be me but I can get distracted with the song playing or if I can’t remember which playlist it is I’ll be thinking about what song comes next. If it’s really bad out, either don’t listen to anything or play a playlist you know so completely through and through that you won’t be distracted by the dip in that one song or which song is coming up next on the playlist. Something that is so familiar to you it’s like a mantra. If it isn’t that and any part of it will take your attention, don’t put it on.

DO NOT let the cars behind you dictate what you are doing. There are people that always have to get somewhere as fast as they can, regardless of what the weather is doing. And this is coming from someone who is always worried that the people driving behind me are mad at me, or that anyone ever in life is mad at me because I am in their way. Coming from me, if it is snowing so much it’s whiteout conditions, and there’s snow on the road and in the air,

SLOW. THE. FUCK. DOWN.

Like down to 20 miles an hour- this way, you will still be moving, but you shouldn’t slide too much. Which, even in terrible weather, people behind you still might pass you. Let them. Maybe their car has a four wheel drive. Maybe they’re driving a big ass SUV. Maybe they just can’t stand to wait- but they are no concern to you. Let them pass. Just focus on moving forward.

But while moving forward- you will need to stop. Soon. Be prepared.

There will be a stop light or a crosswalk or the car ahead of you is slowing down. Try to slow down gradually and not all at once- you still might slide, but hopefully not as much.

Same with taking sharp turns- try to make it as least sharp as you can, go so slow people will think, is that car still moving? Again, you might still slide a little bit but it should be less.

Also, and this is the biggest tip of all-

If the weather looks too bad or shitty or just nasty out, DO NO GO OUT.

And believe me, I get it- I don’t get paid if I’m not at work. I also do not live remotely close to my office and in a city with too many freaking hills from damn glaciers (something I’ve often thought- what is it like to drive in bad weather in a place that is flatter?)

And I know this is different if you work in healthcare or a place where they will actually miss you- and I’m using myself as an example here- if I don’t go in, there will be other people there to sort the damn mail. And if I drive off one of the big ass hills and land in a ditch they will not miss me.

And in this same vein- this doesn’t just apply to work. If someone (like a pushy parent) wants you to come over but A) the weather is shitty and B) coming over requires leaving a building and going anywhere farther than say down the street- you do not have to do it!

I’m a bit of a hypocrite here because I am very bad at saying no and come from a very pushy family (who then wonder why I’m so quiet it’s like… y’all don’t ever stop talking and if I do say something you belittle it or talk over me?) Basically what I’m trying to say here is if there are too many obstacles, don’t ignore them.

For context- my car is about 20 years old (it was my grandmas) and the year this car came out, there was a defect with Toyotas where if the temperature (like the baseline not the wind hill) gets below say -11 degrees Fahrenheit, the car lights will turn on by themselves. They still stay on until either I realize it and run the car or they stay on until the battery drains and then the car says “fuck this I’m out” and dies. Where I live, it’s supposed to reach these deep negatives tomorrow- like the high for tomorrow is one degree. And still when I talked to my mom today (who knows my car does this) suggested I could still come over tomorrow night if I took an Uber. But I have two cats, and I was planning on still coming over the day after tomorrow which will be Christmas Eve and staying overnight. And my mo, isn’t alone- my brother lives out of state but he’s been at her place for a couple weeks (he works remote). And while my mom really doesn’t listen to me, I don’t know, ever? I still repeated a couple times they keep saying there’s going to be forty mile an hour winds, it seems smarter not to go out, and I need to be sure my cats are fed. I think she heard me- but we’ll see if this comes up tomorrow.

Like I know what time of year, but I did see Glass Onion in the theater with you. I will watch it with you when the temperatures are in the positive numbers.

Lastly (and this is more general) even if you are just taking something out to the trash, TAKE YOUR COAT. Honestly I would say take your phone just in case (obviously your keys) but please take your coat. Story time- when I worked in daycare, there was a girl who opened so she worked from to 6am to noon. She would never wear her coat when she went outside- again, this is a cold ass state. If she was taking something out to the trash or getting something from her car she wouldn’t put her coat on. Like once I was putting my coat on to take out the trash, and she asked, “why are you getting all bundled up? You’re just taking the trash out”. And I was like “it’s outside” and it was around the corner- it wasn’t right outside. And she was like “but you’ll be right back”. We went back and forth on this for a while. But my point is- you could fall. There could be ice. Especially if this is dark- if you are lying on the ground in the dark make sure someone can find you.

This is my street this morning.

It’s pretty but this shit is scary.

Please be safe

[oonajaeadira]

If You Will Let My Heaven Touch Your Stars (Ezra x f!reader)

Rating: Mature. 

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect film) x f!reader

Warnings: FLUFFY SMUT. INSPIRED BY THIS. Non-explicit oral (m and f receiving). Formatting may be strange in certain Tumblr themes due to paragraph spacing with the poetry.

A/N: Okay, y’all. I was looking for another reason to write some Ezra. I got inspired by this naughty confessional post and felt the need to rise to the challenge, but make it a bit soft. You know I’m allergic to writing physical doings without some emotional yearnings. So it has come to this. And I’m not sorry.

Summary: Ezra runs his mouth over some poetry. You run your mouth over some Ezra.

TAGLIST: you can always request to be on the taglist for this or any of my work. If you’d like to be on taglists for upcoming fic, please sign up here –> TAGLIST

MASTERLIST

_______________________________

You know that sigh. It will be shortly followed by a gravelly, dissatisfied “hm.”

“Hm.” 

Next will come the impatient flipping of pages as Ezra learns that the book he’s chosen from the stack he got in trade on the Pug is…”less than literary and more than malignant.”

“What’cha reading, Ez.” The main node on the electropulse generator blew during the last harvest and you’ve been doing your best to repair it for the better part of the scaling period. Better to keep eyes on the electrics than let them wander over to his bedroll where he’s stripped to his skivvies, propped up against a crate, reading.

The rotation of Ranakh-4 is almost sixty hours, and in the north hemisphere there’s always light. Should be perfect for prospectors to take shifts and get things done, but instead, it creates a scaling period--a good fifteen-hour window of intense heat and sunlight that’s too dangerous to be exposed to for long, causing lots of nasty side effects. Including skin scaling. Hence the name. So during that period you and Ezra hide in the cooled tent, sleeping, polishing gems, maintaining equipment, wasting time, and generally trying not to annoy each other too much.

That’s a joke between you. In the years you’ve known him, Ez has yet to get under your skin. Ezra’s usually up for a game of dice or five-stand during scaling period, and if you’ve got gear to clean or inventory to count, he’s good for a story. Or ten.

But after the third rotation he stopped playing games of chance with you and his stories got gradually less... crusty. He still had a lot to say, but he stuck mostly to mining anecdotes, weaving around salacious details and editing himself in the moment.

And you’re pretty sure you know why.

This isn’t the first posting you’ve had with Ezra.

There was the assignment on Phintreas. The job on TG-19. The second assignment on Phintreas--that one it was just the two of you. Just like this one. 

There was a moment near the end of that run when you took a break from digging to stretch, arching your back in the dappled sunlight and pulling your arms up and back toward the thick foliage tops. There were singing insectoid creatures on Phintreas and you’d dropped your wrists to your head to listen to their song a little, closing your eyes and hearing in their hum the chords of a song you used to love.

It was just a few seconds, the warm air on your bare shoulders, the long thin trees--actually large grass--rising and swaying above. A pleasant stretch in your lower back. But there was something off. Your ears were full of insect song but there was something missing. 

The sound of Ezra’s digging had stopped.

You turned to find him taking a break, leaning on his shovel, jumpsuit open and pulled down to a knot at his waist like yours. Dirt-streaked arms and undershirt, looking at you, staring with sad eyes, the long slopes of his mustache running into his patchy beard making him look like he was pouting more than he was. Probably. Totally lost in thought, his eyes slid down your torso. When he woke to the fact that you caught him using you as a backdrop for reverie, he didn’t even have the balls to be embarrassed. Just realigned his focus on his shovel and went back to digging, the veins straining out on his big hands.

“You okay, Ez?”

“As well as one can be, sweetheart. I feel we’re close. It is a fine day full of wonderments.”

You’d thought about that look in the days afterward. Didn’t really know what it meant for you. Until the final sleep cycle on that grass planet, the wind traveling through the fields making the grasses sing hollow and low in the night. 

“What’cha reading, Ez?” You’d come to learn that it was a magic question, one that not only got you an explanation, but perhaps a chapter or two in his baritone twang.

And that night, as you packed your final bag, he swung the spine around to read out, “Papas Cordel, Love Verses.”

He didn’t ask you if you wanted to hear any. He just started to read.

Softly. Slowly. The words were innocuous on their own but their combination was sinful, his voice melting at the back of your brain, lifting the fine hairs of your neck, slithering down your spine before making an orbit to press upon your core and vibrate there. 

He never said goodnight. Just read you a few poems full of worship and yearning in that sonorous voice of his, then rolled over and went to sleep. It left you in a panic, trying to control your breathing, in full understanding of what that look from a few days ago had really meant.

And for the duration of your next couple of jobs you spent some time in regret, wishing you’d decoded your feelings sooner or that he’d made his own clearer. You’d vowed that if you ever had the chance to go back and live that night again you wouldn’t hesitate to….what? To do what? You never got that far. Didn’t matter. Time doesn’t go backwards. After a while, it was easy enough to convince yourself that you’d just read too much into it, that you didn’t really feel anything and neither did Ez. He had just been tired and staring into space that day. And he’d just been aesthetically moved by the song of the grasses in the night wind. It was a trick of the light, and the more you rationalized it, the further the memory slipped into the realm of silly fantasy.

So when this assignment came, you’d had time enough to leave the fantasy behind and met Ezra as you always had--as a friend and a damn talented prospector you were happy to dig with. The man always got his haul and getting paired with him always meant profit.

It only took one scaling period to make you realize you were lying to yourself. 

Scaling period means getting somewhere shaded and cooled and making yourself as comfortable as possible. Which means stripping down to essentials. All those dice games trying not to look at Ezra’s broad, bared chest, looking up from a hand of cards to find his eyes quickly darting away from you…. By the third rotation you’d noticed that neither of you could make eye contact with the other anymore and after that, Ezra generally spent his downtime during scaling periods laying on his bedroll in his skivvs, reading one of the dozen books he’d scavenged back on the station.

You weren’t sure if you were flattered or embarrassed or even injured that he wouldn’t move on whatever he was tense about. But, ultimately, this arrangement was easier.

Or so you lied to yourself.

A “what’cha reading, Ez” got you a few chapters of an old time-travel adventure or a philosophical treatise on the life of some forgotten pioneer while you mended a garment or recounted the supply of viable drill bits or tried to fix the damn faulty electropulse generator for the millionth time. Something rollicking and full of resonance to keep your ears busy and your mind distracted while you focused your eyes on anything but Ezra’s bronze skin and sable eyes and full lips and big hands and thick thighs and--

This time he clicks his tongue and runs a hand through his hair, humming a high note in a kind of frustrated laugh. “I won’t devastate your ears on this one, sweetheart. Not much of interest here but some poor soul ruttin’ and scraping for talent that eludes them. How this found its way into a thing to be bought and sold I will never understand.”

And yet, he keeps reading. Silently.

After a few minutes and another wire successfully cleaned and reconnected, you repeat yourself, taunting him.

“What’cha reading, Ez.”

“Mm.” He just flips through a few more pages, refusing to answer.

“Hey.” You chuckle into your work. “What’cha reading.” 

You hear a huge intake of breath before a hold and a forced release.

“Wow,” you laugh. “Fine. Don’t waste breath on it. Just tell me which one it is so I can avoid it later.”

“Love and other Stars by Aeon Aido Raja.”

“I see. What’s it about?”

“Sadly, it is about a poet who cannot seem to make the match between words and sentiment; a volume of supposed amorous verse.”

“Amorous verse,” your hands stop working on their own. “Love...poetry?” There’s a sudden flashback to the sound of hollow reeds and soothing verses in the night. The words are a program in your brain, overwriting your inhibition and professionalism, pushing you to a deeply-coded goal to calm the flutter in your chest.

“So it claims. Although I fear it lacks full understanding of both--” His voice cuts out as he realizes you’ve stood and you’re moving toward him and his wide eyes lock to yours as you sit beside him on the bedroll. “Now what has gotten into you, sweetheart?”

You know exactly what’s gotten into you. The triggered wish of returning to that night, the built-up tension of dancing around each other in your underwear, trying to deny what’s going on, watching him purposefully respect you when you know he feels something, when he knows you do too--

What was it you were going to do if you had a chance to go back to that last night on the grass planet? Time to find out.

“Read to me.”

Ezra hesitates, unsure. “This?”

“Read it.”

His eyes flick down to follow the quick fold of your lips as you wet them with your tongue, unconsciously mimicking you, before fumbling his gaze back to the book and, with a regretful sigh, begins.

“I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--

“Walking through the light of a moon in decline-- Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

When he looks for your reaction, you’re not sure if he’s pleading with you for permission to stop or continue.

Shit. He’s right. It isn’t great. But you’re here now, you’re going to make the most of it.

“That’s not...so bad.” And then you find out what you would have done that night--or at least how you’d start--by showing him your raised palm, lowering it slowly toward him. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Your hand travels down through the air, just to the inch above his skivvs, waiting a moment in the aura of radiated heat there, before settling lightly over him. He never says no, never takes his eyes from yours, the only reaction coming from a small lift in his chest, the corner of his mouth curling just a fraction, and the fabric beneath your hand quickly becoming the only thing there to qualify as soft.

“Sweetheart, what you’re beginning here--”

“The only words I want from you are that poem. I want to hear you read. You stop, I stop.”

The heat hangs heavy between you, burns beneath your hand. And with a huffed exhale, Ezra starts again.

“I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--

“Walking through the light of a moon in decline-- Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

Supporting him from underneath, you’ve begun running your thumb up and down him, and his breath hitches, bringing him to a stop. So you stop.

“You stop, I stop, Ez.”

“Believe me, gentle one, I do not wish the impediment of your affections--”

“Then don’t stop.”

In a beautiful panic, Ezra looks back to the poem. “You sure you want this one?”

You nod. “I don’t care how good it is. That’s the poem I want. Keep going. I've always liked your voice. I know you can make it pretty.”

He stares at the page a moment, and you push him--literally--gasping into a start.

“If ever I could tell you When my heaven touched your stars If ever I could tell you Beloved--”

You stop palming him when he stops to breathe, and it’s only when you trace his waistband with your fingertips that he swallows and continues, willing you to keep going--

“Waking in the night to the aching void of your embrace-- Can you forgive me if I plead your name? If I summon you to my body from wherever you are?”

Whether it’s the want in his voice or just getting further into the words, the poem is already getting better. His eyebrows begin to push together and arch, as you stretch the top of his underwear down, wrapping your hand around him. His words start riding the occasional groan which just resonate with you more and you rock yourself against the bedroll in time with your gentle, yearning pulls--

“You hold me adroitly With accurate proximity To keep your breath and my breath Two founts and one pool. To swim a in star-reflective stream of our holy recreation--”

He’s doing so well, the words wandering out deep and breathy, so beautifully controlled...until you lower your mouth to him.

Then there’s a strangled staccato grunt as he adjusts, takes a couple of quick breaths and continues--

“But your body is a.....wildfire Your lips a destruction And I give my everything over to your….cleansing devastation.”

Oh, his struggle is glorious. You can feel him trying not to buck, needing to blow out a breath between pursed lips here and there to concentrate on the print. He reads with intent, leaning into context and feeling, making a gift to you of every word.

“I have yearned for you to find me worthy of a spark An ignition... The rebirth of your combustible attentions.”

He pauses again to breathe, and while you allow him a small reprieve, he’s stopped a little too long and you abruptly halt. When you pull back to look up in reprimand, he gives you a soft smile through his panting, shaking his head in wonder. You know he’ll have plenty of praises when this is over, but he doesn’t seem to want to break the spell to say them now. When you return his little smile, he looks back to the page and continues, prompting you to return to your own administrations.

“How you draw from me each sweet effusion-- Every secret vein untapped-- Now yours in expert execution, Now open to your burning maw.”

He pushes through the poetry rather than into you, allowing you to hear him and match him. Your body begins to counter-react as you feel him brimming, turning on more need in you than you’ve felt in a while, and you show him just how well he’s doing by doing well by him. 

There’s a shift in his voice as more breath enters in and nonverbal noises begin to punctuate the words; a shift in his body as his fingers tangle in your hair and grip tightly, suggesting a final rhythm-- 

“But within the fire An aperture of...divine precipitation Where those of us who live untouched Can go to drown To die To howl…..! To see the blessed face of eternity Or the….busting open….of a thousand….wretched….stars-- You-call-me-to-sinful-prayer You-invoke-my-abject-soul I find myself in debt…!...and thrall…!... to your superior…!...divinity--”

When he stops reading this round, you show mercy as he pounds his fist into the bedroll and makes his own additions to the poem, exclamations made up of your name and curses and calls to higher powers. You can only expect a man to expel from himself wondrously one method at a time, and Ezra’s earned his reward so beautifully.

Damn his opinion. The poem was perfect. You chose correctly. Either that, or Ez’s tongue really can spin any old refuse into gold.

But the book is still held high, and as you lift from him and guide him through his aftershocks with your hand, he breathes heavy though the final verse--

“This is how I love you from afar With agony and forlorn words While you hover forever in my purview A shaft of dazzling incandescence Shining down from your sun/star Through the glass of my desire Starts and restarts an everlasting blaze”

Then, setting the book reverently on the bedroll, he takes your face in his hands, dragging his thumbs across your lips, no longer needing the page for the last lines.

“If ever I could tell you And if you will let my heaven touch your stars If ever I could tell you Beloved--”

Ezra’s kiss is achingly grateful. He tries to put into one kiss the loving equivalent of everything you’ve just done for him.

When he pulls back, he gives you the tiniest rough shake, a punctuation of his playful consternation. “Mmm,” he grunts. “While I am glad to know you find my recitals pleasing, you’re about to find out that my talent for oral ministrations do not stop at mere recitation.” With a miner’s strong arms he flips you over him onto the bedroll, making short work of your underwear and pinning your legs around his shoulders in a matter of seconds. “Now, I will not be so cruel as to make you put words to my reciprocation, unless you’d like to fill the silence to direct me to your will. Or say what you please. I will not be able to add to the conversation as I will be otherwise occupied.”

You don’t know if it’s years of running his mouth or wagging his tongue or yapping his jaw, but he’s well practiced in using allllll the muscles therein to help finish what poetry couldn’t quite accomplish.

At one point you think of surprising him and trying your own hand at reading while being entertained. But when you fumble for the book, it opens to the same poem.

But not the same poem.

The opening lines are there: “I have never told you When your lips found my own I have never told you My dearest--Walking through the light of a moon in decline--Can you blame me if I steal your kiss? If I call you to my side before it collides with the ground?”

And that’s it.

That’s where it ends. The whole published poem--a mere seven lines.

Oh, Kevva. That’s...that means….

Damn, Ezra. The mouth on you.

The book drops to the bedroll.

And you break into pieces as his heaven masterfully consumes your stars.

________________

TAGLIST: you can always request to be on the taglist for this or any of my work. If you’d like to be on taglists for upcoming fic, please sign up here –> TAGLIST

Taglist: @melobee @extraterrestrialdork @14mcmd1122 @grogusmum @cannedsoupsucks

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 5

More people said yes to Hannigram, which is good because Will is already involved in the plot and it would be awkward to have him just disappear. Also, I had someone request a Hannigram x reader in my asks. Apologies to the one person who voted no; I promise there will be more solo Hannibal x reader content in the future.

Hannibal decides to that y/n could do with some extra protection, but doesn’t anticipate what she has to tell him.

I have no idea how to make a proper tag list but @deadman-inc-bikeshop and @dovahdokren here you go 

Trigger warnings: discussions of alcohol, victim blaming

“When I saw his face, I immediately knew he had never once experienced the touch of his own hand, let alone that of a woman.” Charissa read out loud to everyone on staff. “Or, that he was buried so deep in the closet he found Narnia, but those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” 

It was expected to be a slow night, as was normal for an ordinary Tuesday. On nights like those, you could get away with more, like reading a tabloid article out loud for everyone to hear. 

“I can’t believe [F/N] actually went public.” One of the new busboys commented. “What an absolute madlad.”  

“Did you just unironically use reddit terminology in an actual conversation?” You narrowed your eyes at the kid. 

“[F/N], you are making a very dangerous enemy.” An older waitress said, cryptically, from the corner of the room. 

“Who, Jason?” You gestured to the busboy. “What’s he gonna do? Make me cringe myself to death?” 

“You know that’s not who I mean.” She frowned. “I’m talking about Chase Mulvaney.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You shook your head. “He’s not stupid enough to come back here.” 

Charissa made a noise that denoted her doubt. “I dunno, [F/N]. You’d have to be pretty stupid to start stabbing people at a crowded restaurant in broad daylight.” 

“But he was smart enough to get away, right?” Jason asked. “That’s gotta count for something!” 

You and Charissa exchanged glances. Neither of you had the emotional bandwidth to explain white privilege again. Instead, you just humored him. 

“Yeah.” Charissa lied. “He was smart enough to get away, meaning he probably knows better than to come back.”

"You're kidding yourself." A third waitress, who's name you couldn't seem to place, added. "People always say that killers are these galaxy-brained superhumans, but they're not. Mulvaney believes he's divinely ordained, so any thought that pops into his coked-out head is a sign from god."

And so shattered your thin firmament of denial. You made a point to never learn this person's name just out of spite.

“Oh, shit.” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear with a sarcastic voice. “Maybe he is coming back for me.” 

Charissa glared at the two other waitresses, equally pissed at them for scaring you.

"And it'll be your own fault for provoking him with that article." The older waitress said.

"Holy victim-blaming, batman." You mumbled.

“Alright, listen up, y’all.” Matthew announced to the group. “In ten minutes we open for dinner. Remember, if you want to switch shifts with another person, you have to run it by me first. I don’t want to see anybody but [F/N] at the bar tonight, capiche?”

“Yessir.” You saluted him and made your way over to the bar. You’d been doling out your bartending shifts left and right to avoid even the possibility of being cornered by another Freddie Lounds. You were only prolonging the inevitable, though. Eventually, you needed to return to the bar.

You passed the hostess's stand, where Charissa was stationed. Suddenly, you felt someone grab at your arm.

"Fucking hell, dude?!" You flinched violently and your heart rate jumped. "Don't do that!"

"Shit, sorry!" Charissa looked immediately regretful. "But, look!"

You followed her gaze through the window where a fancy car was parked. He leaned against the door, adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt.

Now your heart was beating fast for a completely different reason. You squeezed Charissa's hand, trying to keep a lid on your nervous excitement.

"I think your luck's starting to turn." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Yeah, I bet he'll protect me from the Baltimore Butcher." You whispered, trying not to giggle like an elementary school girl.

"Oh, could you imagine those arms around you?" She sighed deeply, her hand firmly against her chest. "I would die."

"Not until he sinks his teeth into your neck." You smirked, gnashing your teeth together.

"I would let him." She rested her chin on her hand.

"Yeah, me too." You agreed.

"I would give anything to trade shifts with you." Charissa groaned.

"Well, you heard the boss." You shrugged, suddenly feeling much better about your assignment. "I gotta stay behind the bar."

"Oh, pobrecita." Charissa rolled her eyes. Underneath the stand, she put up her middle finger in your direction. "Suck a dick, [L/N]."

You walked backwards towards the bar, keeping your eyes on your friend. "That's the plan, baby."

You tried to make yourself look busy. You dared not look at him as he entered the restaurant.

He exchanged pleasantries with Charissa then took his seat at the bar. You pretended not to notice him right away, only to give you an extra second to compose yourself.

"Hi there." You greeted, knowing you'd feel stupid no matter what you said. "Er- good evening."

"[F/N] [L/N], I assume?" He asked.

Fuck, you thought. His voice was dark, low and made your insides tremble. Even though part of you knew he was going to know your name, it still felt so sensual passing his lips.

You realized you had waved to him with your bandaged hand. That's how he was about to identify you so quickly. "Yes, I am she. I mean- her. Me."

Way to go, dumbass. You thought. Now he knows you're nervous and he's going to wonder why.

“God, I need to stop wearing this damn thing.” You said, clearing your throat. “What can I get for you tonight?” 

He was quiet for a moment. "What do you recommend?"

"Well, that depends." You said, pulling your gaze from him and grabbing a few wine glasses down from a high shelf. It was the only way you could maintain your composure.

"On?"

"What you're having for dinner, for one." You said. "And whether or not you're a vulpine tabloid journalist trying to corner me into a dubiously ethical interview. That's also a factor."

"So that's how Miss Lounds wore you down?" He concluded. "With wine?"

You rested your elbows on the bar, filled with an intoxicating confidence. "She tried wine first. Then she tried to get me fired because she asked for chardonnay and I brought her chablis. And when that didn't work, she siphoned my gas."

"I wish I could say that was out of character for her." He looked at you, apologetically.

"I take it you've had your own run-ins with Freddie?" You smiled.

"She's tried to infiltrate my practice multiple times." He sighed. "She's entered my office under a fake name with a recording device in her purse."

"What a sick fuck." You said, before remembering you really weren't supposed to curse in front of customers. You covered your mouth. "Sorry."

The corners of his mouth turned up into an amused smile. "Don't apologize. You're right."

“So you’re a doctor?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t the type to be offended by questions. 

“I’m a psychiatrist.” He nodded. “I used to work as a surgeon, but I find the mind much more compelling.” 

"Seriously, though." You pushed yourself back to your feet. "What can I get for you?"

He eyed the wine menu and then looked back at you. "What is your favorite red?"

"My favorite red?" You placed your hand on your collarbones. "On a night like this, I enjoy a nice, dry Argentinean Malbec."

"In that case," he thumbed through the list once more. "I'll have a bottle of Cobos Chañares from 2016, please."

You smiled. You wouldn't mind taking a sip of that if he offered. "Right away."

You carefully pulled the solid black bottle from its crevice and placed it on the bar. You removed the plastic seal and reached for the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, filling the air around you with the strong, complex and seemingly contradictory aromas.

You poured a bit of this criminally expensive wine into his glass. He smelled it, then swirled it for a moment before taking a sip.

"Redcurrants and vanilla," he began. "With floral notes that operate with the precision of interlocking gears in a clock. Everything in its place."

"So you're a sommelier and a poet?" You tilted your head and filled his glass. "I'll bet you make women swoon at every corner."

You never had the best grasp on flirting, but even you knew that line was awful.

“Are you flirting with me, Miss [L/N]?” He asked, clearly not too worried about the consequences and enjoying the flattery. “Or are you just trying to get a taste of this Malbec?” 

“Little bit of column A, little bit of column B.” You shrugged. “Though you are as handsome as everyone says, I’ve had my eyes on that wine for slightly longer.” 

You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth. You had just broken the cardinal rule of workplace gossip. Panic reverberated through your body as you tried to break down his unreadable expression. 

Once again, he just looked amused. “I’ve seen those lingering glances, the way you all whisper and giggle. It’s flattering.” 

You felt your cheeks growing hot. “...I see.” 

“If you tell me what they say about me, I’ll let you have a taste.” His eyes bored into yours. 

You paused, trying to decipher exactly what he was offering. Then it hit you. 

“Oh!” You interjected. “The wine.” 

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” He said. “Dare I ask where your mind went?” 

Your cheeks stung from all the uncomfortable smiling. “I’d really like to keep my job, thanks.” 

“Have you never heard of bartender-client confidentiality?” His voice lowered and his eyes found your lips. “Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls.” 

Your insides turned to jelly. He rested the wine glass in his hand and offered it to you. Your hands shaking, you cradled the glass like an 18th century French village prostitute being offered a mug of hot soup. You brought the glass to your lips, the strong, overwhelming smells assaulting your orifices.

You let the wine grace your tongue. You had taught yourself to overcome the sting of the alcohol and focus on the undertones. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and you let out a little noise of pleasure. 

“Christ on a bike, that’s decadent.” You said, gasping for air a little bit. You quickly passed the glass back to him before Matthew could see you. “Thank you.” 

“Now, indulge me.” He instructed, glancing at the fresh pink lipstick mark on his glass. “What do the lovely women of Terroir whisper while I’m just out of earshot?” 

You rested your elbows on the bar and leaned in close. “They say you’re a vampire.” 

Judging by his unchanging neutral expression, it clearly wasn’t the first time someone had made that connection. “Perhaps they’re on to something.” 

“One of our line cooks used to say you were the devil.” You informed him, hoping that was one he hadn’t heard before.

“Used to?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Until Chase Mulvaney came around.” You instinctively ran your fingers over your bandages, as if to make sure they were still there. It was a nervous tick you’d developed anytime someone brought up that day. “He’s stopped talking about, like, anything having to do with his religion ever since.” 

“It takes a lot to get an evangelist to stop evangelizing.” He refilled his glass. “Do you think he lost his faith?” 

“I heard someone say in passing that it was because he and Chase Mulvaney went to the same church.” You whispered. “But I can’t verify that.” 

“I’d say it’s more likely than a regular customer being a vampire, wouldn’t you?” 

“I wouldn’t trust their word because they made a regular customer into a vampire.” You corrected, hoping he would overlook the fact that you were one of them. “Secrets may stay within these four walls, but they tend to bounce around. It’s only a matter of time before one escapes, and you’d better hope it’s not one of yours.” 

This man must have been an exceptional therapist, because, there you were, baring your soul to him after fifteen minutes and one sip of wine. Occasionally, you were pulled away from the conversation by another customer who had the audacity to also want a drink. But, very few people came to you with the sole intent of drinking on a Tuesday evening. You and the sommelier talked until closing time. 

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss [L/N].” He said pulling out his wallet. “You are as delightful in person as you are on paper.” 

“Thank you, but I never caught-” you said, but stopped yourself. “I mean, you never gave me your name.” 

He signed his name on the paper check, then pulled out a fifty and unceremoniously handed it to you. “Now why would you want to ruin the mystery?” 

“Nothing we say tonight has to leave these four walls, remember?” You grinned and crossed your arms. “Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” 

He took the customer copy of the receipt and scribbled something down on it. He the folded it in half and slid it in your direction as if it contained nuclear launch codes. 

“Join me for dinner someday.” He ordered. “I’ll supply the Malbec.” 

[myfangirlfanfiction]

Dear Abella,

I'm writing this letter to tell you that you're a really cool person! Every day is so much fun with you, and if you're free, let's share a pizza together

-Narancia

Dearest Narancia,

I’m flattered you think so. I always have fun with you too! I’d be honored to have pizza with you. I don’t much care for pizza but I’ll gladly hit up the salad bar on our date mio prezioso. We could pretend to play drums with the silverware and maybe play arcade games after?

Love Abella

Oh damn Narancia too 🥴 You’re all spoiling me today 🙈 First Fugo now Narancia. My fangirl heart!!! I’m wearing my Narancia ring now. Y’all did this to me.

[realcube]

randomly falling asleep with hq!! characters 💤

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you anon for this cute request!

characters: ushijima, tsukishima & yachi 

content warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assault 

thank you to anon for this cute request

wakatoshi ushijima

♡ he shows affection in his own...special way 😊

♡ by that, i mean that if you fall asleep while sitting next to him and he thinks you look cute, he’ll just stare (●__●)

♡ like deadass if he was anyone else, it’d be creepy as hell but he’s your bf so-

♡ he stares bc not only do you look precious, but he doesn’t want to touch you as he’s afraid that he might wake you up

♡ though, if you’re in public (like sitting next to him on the train) he might gently put his arm around your shoulders to make sure that onlookers know that you’re safe with him

♡ also, it only takes one time for him to catch on to your habit of disappearing and falling asleep in the most unconventional places and istg he is the BEST at guessing where you are - it’s a gift

♡ like he’ll arrive home and if you’re not there to immediately greet him with kisses, he’ll take a moment - let him boyfriend senses take over and walk him over to whatever room is giving him ✨(y/n) vibes✨, open the door and there is a 99% chance you are in that room sleeping 

♡ and he probably got it right first guess (which is a pretty big deal considering y’alls house resembles a sims fkn mansion made with motherload money)

♡ he’ll open the door to the storage cupboard to find you sleeping with the mr muscle spray and it’s such a shame bc he was going to be a clown and make a ‘why are you cheating on me?’ joke but you were in REM sleep 🙄

♡ or he’ll walk in to the conservatory and see you laying in the fetal position on the floor and that is the ONLY time he interferes with your sleep bc he doesn’t want you to fuck up your back 🥺

♡ like he has an obsession with your posture - like if you are slouched he will tell you to stand up straight or if you are sitting hunched in a chair, he’ll creep up behind you to start massaging your shoulders while fixing your posture 

♡ not to be rude though- just bc he cares

♡ also, he never questions how you end up falling asleep in the most random of places, he just goes with it 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

ushijima sighed as he hung up his jacket, realising that this was one of those days were you won’t come scurrying to the front door to greet him with kisses and instead he had to hunt through in search of you. although, it wasn’t much of a hunt considering his gut instinct said you’d be in the study room and there you were, cuddled up by the bookshelf. 

however, your back was hunched over in way that didn’t look to comfortable so ushijima thought it was his duty to transport you to somewhere that there was a lot more appropriate and fit for sleeping.

so he gently slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees to slowly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. is efforts may have been in vain though as he noticed one of your lids flutter open out of the corner of his eye, “good afternoon, sweetheart.” he hummed, steadily shifting his hand from your back to the back of your head to tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb as you cuddled into his chest. “are you awake?”

“No.” you groaned.

“Shame, I was going to suggest going out for walk on the beach--”

“I’m awake! Let’s go!” 

kei tsukishima 

♡ he probably calls you lazy but he’s really just jealous of how well you can sleep

♡ coz he just lays in bed till 4AM staring at the ceiling 

♡ i imagine that if you were to fall asleep next to him in a crowded, bustling place - like on a train - he’d take off his headphones and clasp them over your ears so the loud announcements don’t wake you up  

♡ he doesn’t fall asleep on transport btw (not even planes) so don’t worry about missing your stop 

♡ though he’s not usually a fan of PDA, he’ll hold your hand without a second thought to lead you out the train when you’re still recovery from the post-sleep haze because of course he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowds of people or anything

♡ and if you have a cute lil sleepy face then he might take a picture but he’d probably edit the picture with snapchat or something and draw like a moustache on you, put a sarcastic caption or something then send it to you 

♡ (but he’d save an unedited version of the pic bc you’re adorable-)

♡ like tsukki leaves you on delivered most of the time on snapchat bc he believes if you have something important to say, you’ll just message him normally but the rare occasion you do get a snap from him, don’t get your hopes up bc there is a 99% it’s just something like a picture of you with a drawn on crown and the caption ‘sleeping beauty 🙄’ 

♡ ‘so you think i’m a beauty 🥺’

♡ then he leaves you on read

♡ he will not carry you under any circumstances in public btw

♡ and at home, if you were to fall asleep on the couch next to him while y’all were watching a movie, there’s a 50/50 that’d he carry you to bed 

♡ but if he doesn’t take you to bed, he’ll set down a pillow for you on the couch and shift you around so you were laying in a more comfortable position, then drape a blanket over you 

♡ in regards to when he comes back from work, you’re usually already asleep in bed - but there is one time that you were not in the bedroom, and he still teases you for it until this day 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

most of the time, you’re sound asleep in bed by the time gets home but tonight you weren’t - in fact, you were no where to be seen. he had searched everywhere, called your phone multiple time and he looked at your schedule, but it appeared as though you were supposed to home right now - so hours, he was sitting fretfully on the couch, contemplating calling the police.

however, all his distressed pacing really worked up an appetite so he poked his head into the pantry to grab a snack but his soul almost left his body when he noticed you laying on the floor, fast asleep, with the cat curled up in your arms. who he didn’t even noticed was missing lol

usually, he wouldn’t even think of waking you up but the rage and shock that shot through his body resulted in him barking out, “what the fuck?! what are you doing here?! i’ve been looking all over this damn house for you and--”

he was cut off by the cat springing out of your arms from the surprising sharpness of his voice and scurrying off, leaving you confused on the floor on the pantry, half asleep, wondering how you got here and why tsukishima was yelling at you? “hm? what’s wrong, sweetie?” you hummed, rubbing your eyes while tilting your head up to look at his tall, slender figure looming over you in the doorway.

as much as tsukishima wanted to stay mad at you, upon noticing how cute your bedhead was along with how soft your voice was, he quickly realised that there was no way he could continue yelling you. so instead, he scoffed and slowly kneeled down to sit next to you on the floor, looking at you with kind yet concerned eyes as he inquired, “why were you sleeping in the pantry?”

it took you a moment to try and remember but once you did, you blurted out, “oh, berry was having trouble sleeping.” yes your cat is called berry. don’t question it. her full name is strawberry tsukishima shortcake. “so i cuddled with her in her favourite sleeping spot and she slept like a baby. but i guess i did too.” yo chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

tsukishima mentally cursed you out as he was expecting a silly explanation but shit that’s cute. why does he lowkey want to join y’all next time?

hitoka yachi

♡ gsrbtrhryh she gets so flustered and nervous when you fall asleep with her

♡ and she always does tbh bc she has no idea what to do 

♡ like she thinks you look so precious and angelic so she really wants to take a picture and - if she thinks you’d be okay with it - she clicks a photo and probably sets it as her background or posts it on her private story

♡ she is just so head over heels for you tbh that everything you do just astounds her 

♡ she just stares at you like ◉_◉ for half an hour bc you are so beautiful then something inside her just prompts her to lean in and just *mwah* and at first she is quite satisfied bc she has expressed her affection 

♡ but then a few seconds later her soul just leaves her body and guilt just washes over her 

♡  ‘OMG I JUST ASSULTED MY OWN S/O’

♡ she feels horrible 

♡ this close 👌 to calling the police on herself

♡ when you wake up, prepare to be bombarded with her apologies 

♡ once you reassure that it’d fine bc it was just a lil peck on the cheek and she is your girlfriend after all, it brings her the slightest peace of mind

♡ so you peck her cheek while she is asleep to call it evens and that basically fixes it 

♡ but anyway, she is so careful around you when you sleep - like she will literally do the most just to ensure that she doesn’t interrupt your REM sleep

♡ however, that can lead to extremely sticky situations - like the first time you ever fell asleep around her 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

You were on the 5th movie of your barbie movie marathon when she looked over and noticed you had fallen asleep half way through, so she immediately paused it so the noise wouldn’t wake you up. This was the first time she had ever seen you sleep and she felt somewhat flattered that you felt safe enough around her to be vulnerable - even though, yachi never really considered herself to be a rather daunting or intimidating person.

she couldn’t help but just sit and admire you for a few minutes before realising that she should probably transport you to somewhere more comfortable as you were currently sitting next to her on the pink beanbag in her room. and although  it was kinda comfy, the preferable alternative - her bed - was only a few feet away.

so she knew what she had to do.

she hopped to her feet and before she did anything too hasty, she stretched to ensure that she wouldn’t pull a muscle while doing what she was about to try. she inhaled deeply before crouching down - instead of bending over as she remembered what coach ukai had told her, ‘lift with your legs!’ - then snaking her arms under your torso and knees.

then, she sprung back up and immediately rushed over to the bed as even though you weren’t too heavy, she was afraid that if she held you for too long, you’d wake up. so once she reach the foot of her bed, she tossed you on so your neck was being supported by her soft pillow and yanked her duvet over you. 

she gazed lovingly down at your cozy figure laying on her bed and she couldn’t help but smile.

[pastelwitchling]

Alex and Michael talk about Deep Sky.

Alex rested his chin on the console, his lids heavy. He felt like he’d been here for minutes, for all the work he’d gotten done, but the sun had only been setting when he’d arrived at what was once the Project Shepherd bunker. Now the sky outside was pitch black, lit with stars.

He’d thought, since he’d spoken to Kyle days ago, that he’d been done looking for more answers. Then he found out about Max, and now he thought that if he just stared at these codes long enough, then the solution would present itself. It wasn’t working.

His eyes closed for no longer than two seconds when he heard the creak of the front door. He didn’t need to see to know who it was.

“Thought I’d find you here,” Michael said in lieu of a greeting.

“Were you looking for me?” Alex sat up, rubbing his eyes. “You could’ve called.”

“I tried,” he said, and pulled a chair up. “Wouldn’t answer.”

Alex’s brows furrowed and he patted down his pockets. His shoulders slumped. “Damn it, I must’ve left my phone back at the house.”

“Had me worried,” Michael said with a smirk. “The look on your face at the junkyard . . .” he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “I know your Captain America face anywhere.”

Alex rested his cheek on his palm. “My Captain America face?”

Michael seemed to hesitate, then he reached out and touched Alex’s jaw. His hand fell and he looked away. “When you’re planning to save everyone, whatever it takes.”

Alex huffed a weary laugh. “That’s flattering.”

Michael wasn’t smiling. “How long’s it been since you’ve slept?”

“Don’t worry,” he sighed. “I’m okay.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Honestly?” he huffed. “I don’t even remember.” At Michael’s look, he chuckled. “Guerin, I’m okay.”

Michael leaned in. “I didn’t tell you so that you could fix it, Alex. I told you because . . .”

Alex softened. “I know, Guerin. I just can’t help but . . . think about the writings on the spaceship piece, and maybe they have an answer.” He swallowed, hesitant to mention it. “You know . . . if someone had an archive of this stuff . . . maybe someone who’s been around for a while –”

“No,” Michael cut him off edgily. “No, Alex. We already talked about this, you’re not letting Deep Sky recruit you.”

“Well, actually,” Alex reminded him, “we didn’t really talk. I just told you what Forrest told me, and you said –”

“Not a chance in hell!” he snapped.

“That.” He sighed. “How’re you so sure these are the bad guys? Forrest said –”

“Oh, Forrest said?” he scoffed. “Well, I feel better then.”

Alex leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “Who am I talking to?” he murmured. “I know you don’t like him, but –”

“No,” Michael argued. “I didn’t like him at the barn, when he kept undressing you with his eyes.”

Alex’s brows pinched, remembering Forrest’s cute little “Interesting historical footnote.” Was that what passed for mentally undressing someone these days?

“We’re way past disliking him, Alex.”

“He told me not to join, too.”

“Awesome,” Michael smirked bitterly. “The Nazi nerd does one thing right. Mark it down.”

“Forrest is a good man,” Alex defended. “The only thing he worried about was that I would get cut off from everyone, but –”

“Yeah, exactly,” Michael argued. “Didn’t we get enough of that when you enlisted? You said you were staying this time, Alex.” He swallowed, and when he spoke again, his voice was small. “You promised.”

“Guerin, I have no intention of leaving Roswell again, not while . . .” he trailed off, his gaze on Michael meaningful.

Something in Michael’s shoulders relaxed, his cheeks tinted pink. Alex looked away, his own cheeks warm.

It took him a second to remember what he was going to say, then he cleared his throat. “I just meant that if they really want to recruit me as badly as Forrest made it out to be, then I have conditions.”

Michael visibly swallowed. “Like what?”

Alex licked his lips nervously, then leaned his elbows on his knees and took Michael’s hands in his. “I don’t want to do this without you, Guerin. First my own father, then the military, then Project Shepherd . . .” he shook his head, “I’m sick of something always pulling me away. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Careful, Private,” Michael said slowly, eyes narrowed as a cautious smirk smile tugged at his lips. “This is starting to sound like a proposal.”

Alex squeezed Michael’s hands once more, watched as false amusement revealed hope and fear of that hope underneath, and let go. He and Michael sat there facing each other for a while in silence.

“I want you with me on this,” Alex confessed quietly. “I’ve done so much alone, and I’m tired.” He shook his head. “But I can’t let it go. I know you didn’t want me to fix things, but this could. Not just for you and Max and Isobel. For me, and – and Kyle, and Rosa . . . it could fix everything.”

Michael said nothing a moment, then he heaved a sigh and put his boots up on the opposite desk. “Well, hell, you know I’m in.” At Alex’s look, he smirked. “Oh I don’t care about Valenti, and Ortecho is the other Ortecho’s problem.” His smile dimmed, and something fierce and protective settled in his eyes. “But you . . . I’d do anything for you. Anything. So if you really want me with you, Alex, I’m with you.”

Alex clenched his jaw and his eyes burned. He swallowed the lump in his throat and huffed a relieved chuckle, his body sagging in his chair.

“Thank God,” he breathed, and Michael, startled, laughed.

Y’all, the spontaneity of this fic, you wouldn’t believe it...