#Its very late as I've written this and I'm tired so I'm sorry if its insane lmao

[sparky-is-spiders]

Title!

there was teeth in their kiss

Okay so I won't lie, this one really got away from me. I had like three different ideas and I was like "I'll just write a really short scene for all of them!!" only for the "really short scenes" to get... progressively longer. Oops?

I have two Lizardverse fics and one TMA (JE) fic. Because I don't want my Lizardverse stuff showing up in the JE tag and it's also The Longest One, so you can check the notes of this post to read it.

Also gonna be real I wrote these at ass-o-clock at night and Did Not Edit them, so.......

Oh shoot wait warnings! They only apply to the second one (you can stop reading at (Amaldyne)).

Body horror/mouth horror (mild?)

Non-consensual touching (non-sexual/non-romantic, but I figured I should still warn for it just in case)

(Send me a fic title!)

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): The Overseer is a creature called a Grotle (think ankylosaurus but bigger, spikier, and omnivorous). He's also a very dangerous necromancer. His real name is Mihzarch (pronounced Miz-ark), and these are used somewhat interchangeably. Leoshgon wields a sword called the Godslayer sword. It's a very deadly semi-sentient sword that's bonded to his soul. He's also a Noctar (a much smaller, fuzzier mammal species.))

(Leoshgon) The Overseer liked to put his teeth to Leoshgon's throat. It happened in the night, mostly, when Leo was curled against Mihzarch's heavily plated body, throat bared in offering for the Overseer to do as he would. He was always very gentle, of course, and very careful. As if Leo was a priceless, fragile heirloom, not the most dangerous weapon in the world. But there was a pressure there, and Leo could feel the shape of the teeth even through his mane: the wide, shearing ones in the back; the broad conical incisors in the front, wet with saliva and dreadfully cold. The puff of chilled breath sent shivers down Leo's spine. Leo wasn't sure he liked the sensation, really. It was uncomfortably damp, for one, and also sort of boring to be held in place for so long (aside from that brief spike of fear, which really wasn't fair to Mihzarch at all, because the Godslayer Sword was the real danger here, but- that wasn't the point anyway). But he always bared his neck willingly. And when those massive jaws closed so sweetly around his throat, he leaned into it. And then Mihzarch would let out a happy rumble that sang through Leoshgon's entire body, and all would be well.

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): Amaldyne is currently a (semi) unwilling servant of the ever-starving god of hunger. Eityr is weirdo freak bestie who want her to become as powerful as possible. Their relationship is. Uh. Weird. Amaldyne is a dragon becoming something More, Eityr is a Noctar)

(Amaldyne) "Show me." Amaldyne didn't look up when Eityr entered the room, nor did she turn to face her. In fact, she did not acknowledge Eityr's presence in any way at all. No matter. Eityr would not be so easily dissauded. Amaldyne's desk was strewn about with massive tomes and piles of documents and about a dozen bits of charcoal. It was as if some great beast of parchment had been savaged and slain atop it, and Amaldyne was trying to read the future in its bones. With a flick of her wrist and a stretch of her power, Eityr relocated them all to the floor, then hopped up onto the now-cleared metal. Amaldyne slowly raised her head to look at her with exhausted irritation written plainly all over her snout. "I want to see," Eityr said, "so show me." "Show you what?" the words were accompanied by a hiss of displeasure, but Amaldyne's wings remained loose and relaxed by her side. Unhappy, but willing to indulge. Were it anyone else, Eityr would find that infuriating. "Something happened, didn't it? There's something-" 'wrong' wasn't the right word. Whatever it was, it must surely be the opposite of 'wrong,' but Eityr struggled to think of an alternate descriptor. "Something happened to you, and I want to see it. Show me." Amaldyne nudged her down off the desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Eityr, and I don't have time to engage your every childish whim either, so please-" Sick of waiting and on a whim, Eityr grabbed at Amaldyne's lower jaw and yanked downwards. It split right down the middle, and the insides were coated with teeth that had not been there only a moment ago. Amaldyne let out a proper snarl then, shock intermingled with an animalistic rage. Her tail was poised to strike, stinger gleaming in the low light. But the tell-tale glow of dragonsflame never touched her throat, and so Eityr felt comfortable in running a paw along the seam where Amaldyne's mouth had split. No venomous fangs sank into her fur and no bite crushed the strength from her writs. Of course not. Amaldyne had always been content to let Eityr do as she would, why should this be any different? After a moment, Amaldyne pulled away. Her jaw clicked back together, and she watched Eityr through slitted, appraising eyes. "Satisfied?" She asked? Eityr saw no reason to lie. "No."

[thebluester2020]

I wonder how sdv bachelor's would react to you getting mad at them for forgetting your (relationship) anniversary?

Getting Upset At SDV + RSV Bachelors For Forgetting Your Anniversary (For the Umpteenth Time And You Decided To Leave Them For It)

Warning(s): Angst (Especially on Shane's part lol, I'm a hater), No happy endings, Reader goes in on Shane and Alex in their individual parts,

Side note(s): Ik you were probably expecting something decently light anon but I just remembered that I haven't ratted on Shane in a minute so I thought some good ol' fashioned angst was in store.

Also, I picked who I wrote angst for because I teared up thinking of writing angst for my favorite emo or writer. Still, though, I hope you like what I've written anon (and sorry it took so frickin' long 😔)

Shane | "Another Bottle"

You were so excited for tonight, you could hardly stand in place as you waited for Shane to get home!

Tonight would be your third year with Shane. A year that (in your mind) would symbolize the trials and tribulations the both of you had gone, as well as shared with one another. And for the last week or so, Shane had been talking almost non-stop about the plans he had for the both of you at the end of the week! He hinted at eating some fancy dinner cooked up by Gus at the Stardrop Saloon, and although he didn't mention it verbally, Shane had been spending a lot of time with Elliot lately.

The two had almost nothing in common so, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of the extra things your husband was preparing for you.

Shane had also mentioned taking a walk on the beach at the end, and once the night had concluded? A nice wine on the porch whilst listening to a playlist of you and his' favorite songs.

All of it was straight from a dream, a fairytale even that...admittedly, you thought would never happen. Especially since...he had forgotten your first anniversary, the second one too—but, you were nothing if not forgiving.

You had to be.

Your husband dealt with a lot. He had mental health issues as well as a drinking problem that he was still fighting to curb to this very moment! When you married him—nay, when you first started dating him. You knew that you would have to be patient and constantly show him that you were with him through thick and thin, come Hell or high water. You'd stand by Shane's side and walk with him through any troubles he may have faced or had roaming around in his head.

Therefore, that's why, as soon as the clock in your shared bedroom ticked to five o'clock. You practically burst out of your bedroom and out to the front porch to wait for Shane like an eager dog waiting for its owner to return home after a long day! In any minute, he'd walk through the small gates that led onto the farm's property...maybe with a bouquet of flowers? A tired expression at first perhaps? One that would immediately melt away at the sight of you like it always did...you couldn't wait to see for yourself.

Six O'Clock

You had decided to sit down on the steps of the porch, constantly standing in a pair of heels was bound to hurt your feet sometime or another as you continued to wait for Shane to go through those gates. He must've been held up at work, maybe spending a little extra time getting your date ready! Something.

Anything other than the thought your mind was threatening to settle on.

No, anything but that.

He was late but you were going to have patience, after all, all the best things in life were worth waiting for, right? You were willing to bet that he was going to appear at any moment now.

Eight O'Clock

You had lost the bet with yourself, that much was obvious as you quietly took off the outfit you had put together for tonight and debated whether you should simply take a shower and go to bed or if you should comfort yourself over a nice glass of wine. On one hand, you wanted the former, anything that would help you forget this night but...this time? You just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

This would be the third time that Shane had forgotten your anniversary. Last year, you had let him slide with his excuse that he was caught up at work, even though he worked at a grocery store and the place had a set time for when it closed! The second year, that time around, Shane had claimed that Jas suddenly wanted to spend time with him! You wouldn't have minded Jas tagging along for your anniversary date, she would have made it more lively, so that year as well, you let it slide.

This time though...as tears started to well up in your eyes and your chest tightened. You didn't know if you had it in you to let another anniversary slide.

And that's when you heard the front door open and close.

Even from the bedroom, the scent of alcohol was strong and all too familiar. The lazy movement of Shane's footsteps...the way he groaned and grumbled drunkenly in search of you.

He had forgotten your anniversary...all so he could get drunk?

You saw red. "Where were you?" You immediately questioned your husband when you rounded a corner and into the living room.

There he was, lying down on the couch with the stench of alcohol radiating off of him. You clenched your fists so hard at the sight, that you almost worried they'd bleed. "Out." Shane finally answered.

You could feel a vein threaten to poke out as he slurred his words.

"Out?" You said in exasperation.

"Yes, out."

"I thought you were trying to quit drinking," You stormed up closer to him. Shane barely even flinched, you were hoping he'd give you something, anything that said he had remembered your anniversary but was just too drunk and stupid to remember it. "Why—"

"I needed a break from work!" He grumbled. "Get off my back."

"But—" You took a breath. "Shane." You continued. "Our anniversary...you—you promised." When that word made its way out of your mouth, Shane could barely give you the decency to look embarrassed. To look ashamed that he would miss his only spouse's birthday. The one person who had stuck with him through everything, listened to him when he was at his lowest, had made sure he was at Dr. Harvey's in a heartbeat the second you noticed he was too drunk to even stand. You had even gone out of your way so many fucking times to make sure that you had did some things for him, anything that made his recovery easier and swifter.

And what could he do to thank you?

Easy, begin to fall asleep on the couch whilst he still smelled of alcohol. Even as tears started to burn your eyes, he still couldn't wake up for you.

So, you decided that was that.

You wouldn't go through this again for a fourth, fifth, or even sixth time in a row!

You were done.

"...I guess you were right before Shane," You said to his passed-out form.

"You are nothing but a drunk. And that's all you'll ever be." You continued with venom dripping from each word before you stormed off to your bedroom. Immediately, you tore open the closet before you practically ripped and tore his clothes from the hangers, snatching pants and everything else he owned from the drawers and other places he kept his things before you carried them all to the living room before dropping it at his feet.

Still, he barely moved an inch aside from snoring obnoxiously.

You wanted him gone first thing in the morning and you wouldn't hear another half-assed apology or even an excuse that he was "still healing" or "just had a momentary relapse". It was a fine fucking time to have a relapse on the day you were looking forward to for an entire week! And you absolutely hated him for it.

But...soon you'd have your peace back, free of any disappointments too.

Once he was up and gone tomorrow.

Alex | "High Ambitions"

Alex's gridball career had been going extremely well as of late.

You always knew that his efforts, the constant hard work he'd put into the sport, would pay off one day. You always told him that! You just wished that...it wasn't at the expense of you sometimes, compared to how he was when the two of you first started dating, Alex was gone almost all the time. From sun up to sun down, he'd either be training or taking a bus down to Zuzu city at the crack of dawn in order to train further with his coach!

You didn't have enough fingers to count how many times you woke up by yourself. The spot where Alex should have been cold and empty, but Alex had promised you that he wasn't letting his ambitions and his budding career get in the way of you two! He'd always come back and hug you, stating that you were the reason why he was playing in the first place and trying to make it big.

All so that he could fund and take care of the both of you, deliver you a lavish lifestyle that would allow you to have more time to do the things that you and he liked to do rather than most of your day being spent with farm work and running around! And while that was all fine...your current lifestyle, was something you enjoyed.

And you enjoyed it even more when you did it with Alex.

Yet you had bit your tongue and nodded your head, you were happy for him and wanted him to succeed! So long as he didn't forget about you, you were happy and content. Besides, you'd have all the time in the world to make up for lost time with him tonight! It was your anniversary and the second he got back from practice, you wouldn't hold back from being a little greedy with him.

At least...that was the plan.

Until two hours went by.

He was supposed to be home at 8 o'clock.

Now? It was just barely reaching 11:00pm. And as the minutes continued to tick by, your anger at your husband only grew. He promised you that he would be home on time, that he wouldn't let practice take over you being his number-one priority. Clearly, that was one huge lie. However, as you heard the rapid jingling of keys at the door all of a sudden...you couldn't even find it within yourself to make up an excuse for him like you had many times prior.

No, it was clear where his priorities were as of lately.

And you weren't a part of them in the slightest.

"Y/N!" Alex called out as soon as he entered the house, his eyes quickly finding you sitting on the couch. Back straight and eyes forward, you hadn't even reacted to the sound of your name aside from a brief glance over your shoulder.

Oh, he knew he was in trouble.

"Sorry," Alex said bashfully, flashing you a boyish smile that would always do just the trick of melting your heart a little in the past. "I got caught up with practice, I scored three touchdowns today!"

"Do you know what day it is today?"

His eyes widened a little, his mouth opening to ask you to clarify as he desperately racked his brain. Only then, did horror wash over his features the second he remembered. "Y/N...I'm so sorry-"

You suddenly stood up. "Don't bother," You said sharply with a sigh. "It's the third time you've missed our anniversary!" You laughed emptily.

"All for fucking gridball practice. The same thing you told me wouldn't get in between us."

He rolled his eyes. "You know this is the one thing I've been working towards my entire life." Your husband huffed. "Why can't you be happy for me? I'm doing this for the both of us!"

"The both of us?" You scoffed. "You're doing this for you. I told you the second you started practicing to not let sports come between us, to at least take the time to remember me!" You shouted as you quickly got in his space, your chest heaving as your hands found their way to your hips.

"And what do you do? The exact opposite."

"Well, what about you?"

Oh, he was not placing the blame on you.

"You're always working on the farm, that or rushing off to the mines for the third time in a night!"

"How the- that's not the same! And besides, you're barely here to begin with! I'd rather be in the mines with the ghosts to keep me company than lay in an empty bed for the fourth night in a row!"

Your husband only blew you off with a scoff at your words, turning on his heels to walk away from the conversation. And that single act, it only made the pain worse. So much worse that...you couldn't even believe that you had married him in the first place. In the beginning, you were absolutely smitten with Alex, admiring his determination for gridball as well as his drive to be the best at it! Even now...you still want to support him at it, see him become the very best but...not at the detriment of you.

Not at the detriment of your marriage.

If he couldn't be bothered to remember the simplest things about you such as an anniversary.

Then it was best if you left the picture completely.

You took a deep shaky breath. "...Pack your bags tomorrow Alex." You said, your breath barely above a whisper but still loud enough to where Alex stopped in his tracks completely.

"What?"

"Pack them," You repeated. "You want to focus on gridball? Fine, but it won't be with me playing second fiddle to it." Then, you turned around to walk to the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Can you write a fic for Regulus Black where the reader and him go to a planetarium?

So this is a bit old. I'm so sorry. Hopefully, it's fluffy enough to make up for it!

I've also never written for Regulus but I'm going with the very few character details we get from Deathly Hallows.

Look at the Stars, Look How They Shine For You.

Regulus x G/N Reader- Established Relationship

Warnings: The tiniest glimpse of negative self talk

Word count:

Tuesday nights became something you always looked forward to lately. It had nothing to do with classes and everything to do with the boy you sneaked up to the astronomy tower to meet with.

You can't place a finger on exactly when playful jabs and jokes start to bleed into something more. It felt natural, some pull to the youngest Black boy. Something that he felt in return, pointed out by your loving but annoyed friends who were tired of seeing you two pine over each other.

It quickly became a part of your weekly routine to meet at the astronomy tower after you started taking classes and would rattle on for hours about the different stars and constellations. Regulus just sitting there smiling at the excitement in your voice.

When you got to the top of the stairs, you saw the moon reflecting on him, making the outline of him visible. You walked over and plopped down next to him, placing your hand on top of his.

“Regulus. The brightest star in its constellation.” You point out to the twinkling star, almost right above you two. “Some people call it the lion's heart because it’s in Leo.” You can feel his eyes on the side of your head but continue anyway. “But I see it a bit differently. I mean, look at how it’s surrounded by darkness, all the black void of space, and it can still shine that bright.” 

Your cheeks heat up at the line. It sounded way less cheesy when you practiced all of this earlier. 

“Do you really believe that?” He asks in a small voice you would have never thought he was capable of having. 

You turn to face him for the first time since laying down. “With my whole heart.” 

For a second, the words hang heavy in the air. He slowly reaches up and puts his hand on the side of your face. His hands are soft and gentle on your face. He starts to lean in and your heart seems to get stuck in your throat. Even after all this time, your heart still sped up at his touch, cheeks would still heat at this attention.

He freezes slightly and starts to pull away.

He’s silent for a moment as he searches for the words. A small sigh leaves your lips without you thinking. When he goes to pull away even more you lightly put a hand to his cheek, copying his earlier movements. 

“What's wrong?”  You ask in a gentle voice.

“I don’t know. Just the way you look at me. I’m scared I’m not going to live up to it.” He admits. He can’t meet your eyes, clearly embarrassed. 

“You’re here. With me. That’s all I could ask for.” You pause as he looks at you again. “We’ll worry about the rest later, okay?” 

“Okay” Is the only response you get. 

You pull his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet as you try to pour all the unsaid words into it . After a few moments, you can feel him relax and his hand rests on top of yours, still on his face. When you two pull away, he’s smiling widely, his eyes crinkling at the sides. 

“Can you show me more?” He says, breaking the silence that hung in the air. 

“Honestly, that was all I had come up with but I think I can make it up as I go.” You respond and click the remote to change the view. He puts an arm over your shoulder as you lean back into him.

He listens to you point out all the stars you could name. Laughing as he chimes in a few times with outlandish stories of how the stars got their names. The two of you stay up there for hours until the night grows too cold for both of you. He rubs his hands up and down your arms trying to generate some warmth refusing to end this moment in your own little bubble. But inevitably, a yawn makes its way out and you're reminded of how late it is on a day when you have classes in the morning.

He turns to look at you, your eyes heavy with sleeplessness, and gives you a smile that shakes off the chill for a moment. You return it before you lean back into him, a sleepy kiss placed on his lips before you start to stand. Extending a hand to him, you help him to his feet and the two of you walk down the stairs in comfortable silence.

Without a doubt, Tuesday nights were your favorite part of the week.

Um hi. So I literally had this sitting finished in my drafts but I just never posted it. I'm about to make a longest post explaining where I've been but I wanted to get this out first.

I hope it's even a sliver worth the wait and that whoever requested it is still on the app.

[ayoharuko]

Genshin Boy's Scenario's

(When you wear a wedding dress pt: 5)

Helloo!! Omg its been WAY too long since I've written something for you guys, I'm super duper sorry but collage and life in general got so busy to be honest, even if I have been reblogging (Check out my reblog blog) but anyways. ENJOY!!

Also before we start, the reader here is female(She/Her) and if you guys don’t like the wedding dresses I've picked out. Your all free to decide/imagine what type of wedding dress you would want to wear! Enjoy!

Including: Kaveh & Cyno!

REMINDER: The characters here doesn't belong to me, they belong to Mihoyo and the pictures here belongs to their respective owners as well, lastly. This is all fictional so please try not to take these too seriously :)

"Everything HAS to be perfect" A familiar blond said as he was overthinking designs for your wedding.

Mind you, it was almost 4 in the morning, and your wedding was a week away, he was starting to get VERY overwhelmed...

" *Sighs* I...this will never be good enough..how am I going to give her the perfect wedding when I can't even do things right..." The architect leans his head on top of his desk and sulks, not knowing that you had awoken from your slumber and started looking for your fiancé.

"Kaveh? Honey?" You called out to him while approaching him, he immediately sat up straight and looked at you in shock while you grasped in horror.

Kaveh had huge bags under his beautiful eyes and he looked extremely tired....

"Honey...what are you doing still awake?" You asked holding his shoulders, worry in your e/c eyes.

"I..well.." He gestures to the papers scattered around his desk and you saw what seemed to be...pillars and an altar?

"Oh my sweet love..." You cooed at him and sat yourself on his lap, kissing his forehead and caressing his cheek with your slightly cold hand.

"We don't have to rush y'know?" You said smiling warmly at him, he hesitated but leaned into your touch, "I...I just wanted to surprise you and make sure you'll enjoy our wedding day..." He said closing his eyes and sighing.

"Well..you don't have to do that, everything will work out in the end my love, although I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy our wedding day I'd rather see you having fun and not stressin over it a week before our wedding day" You said in a lecturing tone.

"Sorry...I got too worried" He said chuckling and holding you tighter in his lap, "Alright, now that we have that settled, did you forget we have to go out later with Alhaitham?" You said now curling his golden hair in your fingers.

"Uhm...remind me where sweetheart? And why is Alhaitham gonna be with us?-" He stopped his sentence mid way as you looked at him with a 'Are you f*****g kidding me?' face.

Then it clicked in his head...you guys were going wedding dress hunting....

"Oh...I-i still don't know why Alhaitham has to go with us!" He argued, you giggled and just told him that you both should go back to bed and leave in the afternoon since you both know he needs the sleep.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈

"Baby? Sweetie? Wake up, we have to go now..." You whispered into his ear, the blond stirred and opened his eyes half way to see you leaning over his face sending him a smile, "An angel..." He whispered blushing slightly.

You giggled and smacked his arm and helped him get ready, he was still a little groggy but your kisses gave him more energy.

"Late to your own wife's fitting? typical Kaveh" Alhaitham looks at the both of you with a book in his hand, "Sorry Alhaitham...maybe having coffee after all this will suffice?" You said smiling at him as he nodded and turned to Kaveh who was glaring at him.

"Oh? Whats with that look on your face Kaveh?" The scribe asked cooly, "ohhh youu-" "Ah! It seems like the Bridal Stylist has arrived!" You said dragging Kaveh away from Alhaitham as you wanted no fights happening for the sake of everyone.

"You must be Miss L/n?" She asked as she smiled kindly at us, you nodded and the whole 'Picking the Dress' process had begun.

Oh how chaotic it was.

"I think this dress would be more comfortable to wear than the one Kaveh had picked" Alhaitham said as he held a beautiful dress up while Kaveh snarls at him.

"I'm the soon to be husband so I know that this dress would be more comfortable to wear than that" He said with full confidence.

You watched as they both bickered over and over again, after a minute you finally had enough and told them to just wait outside the store...

They both sat outside on chairs kindly provided by the owner, "You have quite the gentlemen accompanying you Miss" She said as you sighed tiredly while holding 2 dresses.

"You have nooo idea...my best friend and fiancé are 2 completely different people.." You said as you continued looking at other dresses, "Yet I do know they care for each other...in their own tiny way" The owner chuckled at your words and you both continued finding your dream dress.

"Could you stop sulking Kaveh? If you want to see her then go back inside" The scribe said almost rolling his eyes at the architect who glares at his best friend man but took his advice and went back inside the shop calling out for you and the owner.

"We're back here hon!" You yelled, the sound coming from one of the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

He went towards it and the curtains were pulled back by the owner who was smiling brightly at him, "Are you ready to see your bride dear?" She asked making sure that the curtains are still hiding you.

He gulped and blushed while nodding eagerly, she giggled and revealed your stunning form while wearing a simple yet elegant dress that the owner actually picked for you.

"Oh wo-wow..." The blonds mouth was dry and he couldn't talk out the words he wanted to say, too speechless and in awe of your beauty, it was you who snapped him out of his trance with a hand waving in front of his face, the owner had already left you both for your privacy.

"So...how do I look?" You asked twirling around for him, the dress elegantly twirling as Kaveh's breath goes away for a second.

"I-I...you look amazing! Radiant!" He said phrasing you with an obvious blush in his face, you giggled and kissed his cheeks muttering a thanks.

"Looks like I found my dress, lets go pay for it my love" You said kissing him on the lips this time, he cheerfully agreed and you both payed for the dress and thanked the kind owner for everything (She gave you guys a discount!)

"Sorry for making you wait Alhaitham" You said smiling at him, he sighs and nods, "Kaveh, why do you look like you lost your mind?" He asked the blond who still hasn't gotten the image of you in the grown out of his head.

"S-Shut up Alhaitham" He said grabbing your hand and securing the white box containing your dress and started walking while pulling you with him, "He-Hey! We shouldn't just leave him hon!" You yelled in protest as your friend watches you both walk away with lidded eyes. his actually happy for you both don't worry lol

Overall, you all had a chaotic start to your day but it ended with bickering, laughs, dinner, sweets and lots of love ♡

"Cyno..honey...do I look....ugly in this dress? You don't have to lie just be honest..." You asked wearing a ballgown dress with a teary expression.

"You look like....a Mother Hen." He said with a blank face being brutally honest and Tighnari smacked his friends head (Cyno wasn't wearing his helmet) while Nilou pushed you back into the dressing room.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈ Hours Earlier ⧖ ⧗ ⋈

You, Nilou and Tighnari were currently walking towards a Bridal Store since you needed to get fitted and find the perfect gown for you!

"So Cyno will try and finish his work so he can catch up with us here?" The forest ranger asked in a flat tone.

"Well yes ahaha..." I said laughing nervously as Tighnari deadpanned at this, "The General Mahamatra is always busy...but he always makes time for you right Y/n?" Nilou asked in a gentle tone one different from Tighnari's.

"He does...so you don't have to scold him later when he gets here Tighnari" I said nudging him while Nilou giggled softly.

We reached our destination and went inside the shop and got greeted by the shop keeper, she pushed Nilou and I to the dressing room which was actually big and had space for 5 people and started measuring me while Nilou assisted her.

Cyno sighed as he took off his Matra helmet and went inside the bridal shop, looking around he saw Tighnari looking at some of the gowns all around.

"Wheres Y/n and Nilou?" He asked the ranger and Tighnari turned around and smacked his head and started scolding him right away.

"Not requesting a day off and coming with us is really disgraceful to Y/n ya know" He said giving a blank stare at the General.

"S-Sorry...their were some urgent matters that had to be taken care of in the desert" Cyno said in a low tone as he crossed his arms.

Tighnari sighed and answered his last question, "As for your question: Y/n and Nilou are both in the dressing rooms, all we have to do is wait for them" He said his ears flopping slightly.

"Alright we're done taking your measurements! Now your free to pick whatever dress you want, don't forget to fit them so you know what it looks like" The shop keeper said smiling warmly at us.

Me and Nilou thanked the owner and we all went out of the dressing rooms, I then saw my soon to be husband and immediately ran to him and gave him a tight yet loving hug.

"You made it!" I said with pure happiness, he pat my back and I let go of him, "So, operation: find a good dress is a go!" I said flowing with determination and we four slit in two groups, I was with my future hubby while Nilou and Tighnari were together.

You ended up trying a ballgown on but Cyno did say you looked like a mother hen soo you all continued the search for 'The One'

From what seemed like hours Nilou came to you and gave you three gowns to try and they looked very different from each other.

As you were getting help from the owner to try them on one by one, Nilou asked Cyno to sit outside the shop first.

"But why?" The general asked curiosity in his eyes, "Hehe, you don't have to know for now. We'll just call you back in! Don't worry it won't take too long" The dancer said giggling while pushing him out of the shops door.

Tighnari watched this with a sigh and they both waited for you to finish fitting in the first gown.

"Uh...no, it makes me look a little too...sexy?" You said and the dress did look too sexy so you declined and went onto the second one and Tighnari hated it while Nilou loved it it was a mermaid dress.

The last dress was actually perfect but a little too pricey....

Tighnari and Nilou said it looked beautiful and looks easier to wear in the desert since your wedding will take place in Aaru Village and the desert does tend to be windy.

Yes. I think you found your perfect dress aka 'The One'

"Cyno, you can come in now!" Nilou said with a very happy smile, Cyno walked through the door and his eyes sparkled when it was casted on you.

To him it felt like you casted a spell on him all over again, you blushed and smiled at his reaction while Tighnari and Nilou decided to give you two some needed privacy (They went outside of the shop)

The shops keeper was also busy so you both were completely alone, taking this chance: Cyno walked over to you and held your hand with the ring on it, "Your gorgeous Rouhi..." He said kissing that same hand with the ring on.

Your heart swooned and you hugged him tightly, "I'm so ready to spend my life with you..." You said sighing happily.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, it was the shop owner who looked at you both with a smile.

You and Cyno immediately mad some distance from each other with blushing faces, as the owner chuckled.

"Would you like me to box your dress?" She asked and you thanked her and went back into the dressing rooms to change back into your old outfit.

As soon you were done you gave her the dress and she boxed it for you while Cyno (He insisted) payed for the dress.

Once you both finished thanking the owner for everything you and Cyno walked out of the shop to see Nilou and Tighnari waiting patiently and when they saw you two they smiled.

"Soo...operation: find a good dress is went great?" Tighnari asked nudging you, "It didn't just go great, it was amazing!" You said smiling brightly while Cyno slightly smiled as well.

"Do you both wanna come over for dinner?" You asked the two and they wanted to refuse but in the end you forced them.

Your day ended with an amazingly cooked dinner to you and Cyno having some early honeymoon celebration on your bed~

Thank you so much for reading this far! ᐢᗜᐢ

Since Christmas Vacation is near for me I'm planning (don't know if I'll actually do it tho) to have a Christmas week fluff oneshots!

Since I pretty much didn't write anything for Halloween and my brain feels empty whenever I think about weather I should do No Nut November headcanons for different characters from different fandoms I write on...I might just do-

Anyways! Thank you again for being patient and reading this far, I hope you enjoyed reading!~♡

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

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Ravioli Week, Day Two- Tender Care (Sickfic, sequel to Day One)

Lu Legend x Ravio (Ravioli)

Summary: After a failed attempt to save Rulie, Hilda led Ravio and the others into hiding with nothing but a sick and injured Legend to show for their efforts. Everyone’s taking it badly- even Ravio, who’s Link is the only one free from the Shadow’s clutches, is unable to leave Legend’s side.

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: Nothing major. Legend suffers the aftereffects of his time in Dink Jail, Ravio and Shadow are a little sad, Hilda is tired of Everything, mosty light angst with fluff at the end

A/N: I’m apologizing profusely yet again for being super late. In my defense, I hit a massive writer’s block after day one, and school has been the worst lately. At the same time, I didn’t want to quit Ravioli Week after being committed to it for so long, and this is the result. This was written in the midst of my dry spell, so it was mostly a sort of “practice run” with the focus on how each character bounces off of one another. I’ll be back to writing regularly (and maybe with better quality?) now that my braincells are working and school is over. Thank you so much!

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“How is he?” Hilda asked.

Ravio blinked up at the Queen of Lorule from his spot beside Legend. Her hair was in a loose ponytail- he'd forgotten to help her braid it- and her makeup was minimal. It had been, ever since the rescue. Ravio couldn't judge. She had been preoccupied with other matters.

“His fever is getting worse,” he mumbled, softly running his fingers through the sleeping hero's hair. “His wounds haven't healed, and he's been coughing his throat raw.”

Hilda exhaled deeply. She sat beside him, joining him in his quiet vigil. “Is there anything I can get you?” she asked intently.

“Saria's taking care of it,” he said.

“I'm talking about you, Ravio, not him.”

Ravio hesitated. He looked away and shook his head. 

She laid a hand on his shoulder, and Ravio lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. They were tired, likely from the strain of holding the group together. She really shouldn't be worrying about him, of all people. She knew he could take care of himself. Still, she continued. “Ravio, you haven't slept in days,” she hissed under her breath. “You haven't eaten, either. What's going on?”

Ravio flinched and chewed the inside of his cheek. “I-I'm sorry, I just-” he stammered. “I've- well, I've been worried, see, and I just haven't found the time-”

Legend shifted and grunted in his sleep. Ravio froze with his mouth open. He snapped it closed and frowned, pausing for a long moment.

“Never mind,” Hilda muttered. “Just… promise you'll eat your food and get some sleep.”

Ravio nodded absently and narrowed his eyes at the rise and fall of Legend's chest, his ears flicking in amusement.

Hilda sighed impatiently and stood, walking away with her cape snapping in the air. He felt a prick of guilt in his heart for ignoring her, but it wasn't long before it was swiftly packed away into the neat little box in the back of his head where he hid the rest of his cares and worries. He was always left with some form of sorrow or another whenever he did that, as if his mind was lamenting the passing of his own emotions.

What a silly thought.

“Hmm… Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Ravio asked the trees. He chuckled. “For shame, Mister Hero.”

Silence. 

“Did you hear something you liked?” he went on, his tone light. “Or did you notice the irony in her request? One of the two, if not both, I assume.”

My, the crickets sound rather beautiful tonight.

“Bold. But justified, probably,” he reasoned. “And it's so very Hilda of her.”

“It's because she cares about you.”

One of the shadows flickered, and a blood red eye stared at him from amidst the gloom. “Idiot,” its owner added.

Ravio smiled. “Shadow. I should've guessed Hilda wasn't the only one in character today.”

“What does that mean?”

“Meaning I expected Mister Hero- who is currently faking sleep- to answer.” He shrugged. “I suppose finding another nosy hero in the bushes should've been expected as well.”

Shadow emerged from his namesake with folded arms. “Very clever.”

“Shut up, both of you,” Legend grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Look, you're both very witty, but I'd bet each rupee in Ravio's pockets right now that Saria can hear every word you two are saying.”

Shadow snorted. “Doesn't matter. She'd know what our breath smelled like without even getting close.”

“It is somewhat of an inevitability,” Ravio conceded, “even if that is an absolutely horrible metaphor.”

“The kid knows things,” Shadow said, ignoring him. “You'll just have to get used to it, Blondie.”

It was almost funny how quickly Legend's expression went sour. Ravio had to give him a stern look to keep him from saying something insulting.

On the other hand, Shadow didn't show any signs of pleasure at successfully annoying him. His cap, which was normally very expressive, didn't curl or even twitch. Instead, it hung limply from his head. He must've been more depressed than he thought, Ravio realized with a pang.

“Look, Shadow, I’m-” Ravio started.

“Don't apologize,” he interrupted sharply. “I didn't come here to talk about myself. Or you, for the matter.”

Ravio wrinkled his nose, taken aback. “Care to tell us what you did come here to talk about?”

“Nothing,” the darkling responded curtly. He reached into the shadows and said, “Frankly, I'd rather not be here at all. But Saria and Aurora send their best wishes, and I'm the poor guy who has to bring ‘em.”

With that, he gifted Ravio a rag, a canteen, and a bottle filled with a shimmering gold-colored elixir. Ravio accepted them, dipping his head towards Shadow. Thank them for me, would you?” he said.

Shadow's only answer was a flick of his cap as he turned and let himself be swallowed by darkness. He left behind a lingering sense of melancholy.

Legend seemed to sense it, too. “Just like him to dampen the mood and leave,” he muttered.

Ravio winced and pointed out, “That's not really fair.” He's suffering, just like the rest of us.

When he didn't respond, Ravio shook his head and placed his hand over the other's heart. “You need to rest,” he said gently. “Here, drink this.”

He placed the bottle of elixir that Saria had cooked up for him in his hand. Legend cast it a suspicious glance before uncorking and downing it in one go. He grimaced as it went down.

“Water?” Ravio offered.

Legend shook his head.

“Take some anyway,” he insisted.

Legend scoffed, but grabbed the canteen and took a long drink. “Anything else you want me to inhale?” he asked sarcastically.

“Nothing else,” Ravio answered simply.

“Good, ‘cause I-”

Suddenly, yet another coughing fit struck, this one particularly nasty. His throat must be so raw by now, after having this sickness tear at him for so long. Ravio wrung his hands anxiously as he worked through it. There wasn't anything he could do, and he had always hated hearing it.

Luckily, it didn't take long for the coughing to abate. Legend groaned weakly. Ravio found himself shifting closer and allowing the frail hero to lean on him.

“Are you alright?” he asked nervously.

“I'm fine, Rav, stop worrying about me,” he rasped. He pursed his torn and bitten lips and reached again for the water. 

“Can I get you something to eat?”

“Ravio, really.”

Ravio bit his tongue. He couldn't help it! He was so worried- terrified, even- that his lover would do something rash to prove he was strong, or something noble and courageous like that. Heroes were prone to being stubborn idiots and getting themselves hurt because of it. Besides, fretting over these stupid heroes was one of the few things he was actually good at.

“Could you at least try to sleep for a couple more hours?” Ravio persisted. 

Legend scowled. “Sleep is all I've been doing. Sleep during the day, sleep during the night, take an elixir, repeat.” He clenched his fists. “It's driving me insane. I want to do something, Rav.”

Ravio understood, he truly did. He just wished he'd stop being so obstinate about it. “If I take you for a walk after, would you do it?” he suggested.

Legend hesitated. He mulled that over in that frustratingly beautiful head of his, pretending not to care too much, but Ravio had seen how his ears had perked at the idea. He wasn't too surprised when Legend nodded.

Ravio wasted no time in gently pushing him back down into his bedroll and tucking him into his blankets. He doused the rag that Shadow had given him in water and wrung it out so it wasn't soggy. He placed the damp cloth on Legend's forehead. He didn't miss the tiny sigh of relief that slipped from his lips as it made contact with his burning skin. 

“Hilda’s right, you know,” Legend said abruptly. “You shouldn't be starving yourself for my sake. Or keeping yourself awake all night.”

Ravio stiffened. Lolia! Why was everyone worried about him? Would he never escape?

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call irony,” announced a tiny Shadow in his head. He metaphorically swatted it away.

“I'm not going to explode if you get a snack or something,” Legend informed him.

Ravio shot him a flat look. “Thanks,” he remarked. “I feel better already.”

“Ravio, I mean it.”

“You're being just as sarcastic, Mister Hero.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I am not!”

“I already know you're not going to explode. That's sarcasm, Link.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “Fine. But if you don't take care of yourself, I'll make you,” he warned.

“Oh?” Ravio raised a brow. “And how will you do that?”

Legend smirked. With a devious glint in his eye eerily similar to Tetra’s own, he pounced. Ravio yelped as he was tackled from his seat and wrestled into the hero's bedding. He strained to free himself, but to no avail. He was startlingly strong, even when sick! 

“Link, you're contagious!” he gasped.

“Should've thought about that during dinner last night,” he growled teasingly.

“How was I supposed to kn- ACK!”

Ravio let out an involuntary and extremely undignified squeak as Legend poked a finger into his side. Sensing weakness, Legend continued to prod him mercilessly. Ravio squealed and squirmed but Legend refused to relent. 

“Link! Stop it!” he giggled uncontrollably. “Let me go!”

Legend laughed at him! The audacity of that Hylian! He had half a mind to whack him with his own pillow.

“Okay, okay, I get it!” he panted. “I'll do it, just let me go!”

Legend let him wriggle free and stumble to his feet, grinning mischievously up at him. Ravio's face was red, but he tried to hide his embarrassment by pretending to dust off his robes.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mister Hero had the gall to say. “I'm sure Saria has something you can eat.”

Oh, Goddess, Saria! She had heard everything, hadn't she? Ravio groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“If you-” Legend began.

“Not a word out of you, Mister Hero,” Ravio chided. “You resorted to tickling to coerce me. How low the Hero of Legend has sunk!”

“Stop being dramatic,” he chuckled. “Now, scram. Eat some bread or something.”

“I'll have you know,” Ravio sniffed. “I am being as dramatic as the situation calls for.”

“Hey, I told you to get lost, didn't I? Go on, now. Shoo.” Legend waved his hands at him.

Ravio stuck his tongue out at him like they had when they were kids, bickering over trivial, meaningless things like the price of a hookshot or where to put Sheerow’s cage. It was almost unbelievable how dramatically things had evolved since then, yet some things were as familiar as ever. Goddess, he loved that man, even when he acted like a constipated raccoon with cacti for droppings. Maybe that's where he found the patience to turn around, approach Saria, and ask for one of the pastries she loves making. Her overjoyed expression almost made it worth the mortification of being teased about his husband.

When he returned, Legend was nestled in his blankets, curled into himself and snoring softly. Ravio found himself smiling as he brushed his pink-tinted locks from his lover's face.

He decided to eat the pastry. Legend deserved some sleep untormented by thoughts involving Ravio's own self-care.

It was the sweetest he'd had in a long time.

[defodisturbed]

tolerate it - Zdinarsk x reader

(A/N: hey y'all, tolerate it is one of, if not my favorite evermore song. also one of my top taylor swift songs in general. i felt inspired listening to it recently, so i decided to work some of my magik :3 hope y'all enjoy!! mwah)

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

Zdinarsk was never an... affectionate person. Especially after joining the army. But with you, she showed love. Kindess, even. But something's changed recently. She's not talking to you as enthusiastically as much, not engaging in PDA like you are, and its become too much. You feel like she doesn't love you anymore. Maybe she caught feelings for someone else. No, that can't be true. She's always told you that she would never love anyone else but you. Or maybe that was just a lie.

The code to your room was punched in, you could hear it. The door opened and in walked your lover. Your wife. The RDA didn't allow marriages, especially between soldiers. But, Quaritch did some convincing (by that I mean he made a powerpoint presentation and showed it to Ardmore) and had some strings pulled. Ardmore then talked to Parker and (forcefully) had him make an exception.

(reader's pov)

"Hey, baby! How was work? Did you get assigned to any cool missions?" I said enthusiastically. Zdinarsk ignored me. "Babe?" I asked, seeing if she could hear me. She rubbed her eyes. "Huh? Oh, no, nothing really happened today." Nonchalant words flowed from her mouth, uninterested in my curiosity.

"What happened? You sound very tired." I pressed, frustrating her. "Y/N, just.. leave it be. Nothing happened to me, I promise. Just leave me alone, I have to wind down."

[Time skips a few days later, Z has gotten home from work and Y/N is complaining about her treatment of her lately.]

"Y/N, what the fuck is your problem? I don't know what I did!" Z yelled at me. "You've been so dry lately! You don't express any emotion when it comes to me or our relationship! You don't even like talking about your day after I so happily welcome you home! I'm always taking up too much space or time now, when a few months ago you'd hug me like it was the last time you'd ever hug anyone! I would die for you without a second thought! I made you my entire purpose. I've written about you in my journal over a million times. You have taken up all of my thoughts, thinking of how much I love you. Thinking of how much you make me happy. But it seems I'm an afterthought in your head, taking up no more than a grain of sand!" I started shouting.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm not leaping with joy whenever you're around! I have a very tough job where I have no clue if I'm going to see the morning, and you expect me to be so happy all the time?" Z thundered. I groaned in anger and annoyance, before responding. "I just want to feel loved! I want to feel like you appreciate me, even when you're upset! Is that so much to ask for?"

"You know I love you, it goes without saying!" She hissed back. "No, it doesn't. You have to say it, Z. You have to say it." I tried to reason with her, lowering my voice and trying to softly speak. Anger and sadness was coursing through my veins, but if I shouted any more I would lose my voice.

"I don't care, you're overreacting. It shouldn't matter if I say it or not, you should know it." Z replied, almost carefree. "If you gave me a history test without telling me anything about the subject, how would I know what answers to pick? Your argument doesn't add up. Please, let's sit and talk about this."

Z sighed and huffed before sitting on our shared bed. I sat next to her and began to explain how I felt about it. "I feel like this situation is unfair because I don't understand the sudden switch. Before, you were so happy to see me, and all of a sudden you were so annoyed with my presence no matter if I said a word or not. If I did something, I want to know so that we can resolve it."

She paused to think. "You didn't do anything, hon. I don't know why I'm acting like this, I've just been really stressed lately. I know that's no excuse, and I'm really sorry I've made you feel this way. I really didn't mean to, and I love you more than you could ever imagine. I hope you can forgive me for how I've treated you." She looked down, twiddling with her fingers anticipating my response.

I brought her in for a hug and assured her it was okay. We forgave each other, and we had Mansk make us some nice food to eat together.

MWAH hope y'all loved it teehee :33

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[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet “Her Long Day” Part 5

there's only one part left after this... and I still haven't decided what I should do next.

Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet “Her Long Day” Part 5

Translation by KumoriYami

Haishi · Harada moment 《21~23 o'clock》

By nine o'clock in the eveening, only the soldiers who had to patrol and do chores were the only ones at headquarters who hadn't gone to sleep…

Additionally, most people were getting ready for bed.

And I had gone to the newly built bathroom [or bathing room? don't feel like looking up a better term] at headquarters that had been built on Dr. Matsumoto's recommendation.

"…I'm sorry, Harada-san. You're still exhausted yet you specifically came here…."

"Don't worry about it, I had nothing to do anyway."

That's right, as a woman wearing men's clothes, I could only take a bath at this time.

If I was left by myself, it wouldn't be difficult for me to be found out, which is why I asked the executives who knew about my circumstances to help.

So today, I had asked Harada-san to stand at the door while I took a bath.

"....Fu...."

"Don't worry, soak for as long as you want. You need to take your time and soak yourself."

"Mm… it's nice to take a bath every now and then. After all, I can usually only wipe my body with a wet towel…"

I sighed deeply while responding to the voice coming through the [folding? tl uses "(standing) screen] screen.

“…It's so comfortable, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep."

"Haha, it's fine to sleep for a bit, I won't peak."

"I'm not worried about that..."

I cupped a handful of hot water in the palms of my hands.

"I ultimately don't look like a woman, so even if someone peeked…"

If I had some sort of feminine charm, I wouldn't have been able to wear men's clothing all the time…

After I uttered self-deprecating words with a forced smile, Harada-san's whispers echoed in my ears.

"....I don't think that's the case."

"Eh?"

"I've thought this before, but i wonder if you've vastly underestimated your own charms?"

"Re-Really...?"

Was it just because of how Harada-san praising people that he was saying that…?

As I thought that, I submerged my shoulders under the water while Harada-san's voice accompanied a bitter laugh.

"Well, it's no wonder since that you don't have anyone else to compare to while living in this place like this. And it's even less noticeable while you wear men's clothing."

"Nn..."

"But I still need to say that that in my eyes, you are absolutely very attractive."

“……”

"…Hey, what's wrong? Did you really fall asleep?"

"N-No, I'm awake!… I'm just going to soak for a while longer and then I'll get out!"

I slowly immersed my nose into the water and blankly reflected.

——Soak for a while longer, at least when I get out, I can use the heat as an excuse for why there's blush on my cheeks…

Zishi · Hijikata moment 《23~1 o'clock》

It was very late at night, and most of the troop had already fallen asleep, and headquarters was completely silent.

I headed to the kitchen to get some water before going to sleep when I suddenly stopped in the corridor.

"....Huh?"

Inside headquarters, which had almost all of its lights out, there was a single room where a faint lamp was shining. That should be…

"HIjikata-san's room...?"

"——I'm sorry for disturbing you at such a late hour."

"…Hm? It's Yukimura. Why are you still awake at this hour?"

"Yes, I just finished taking a bath…"

Hijikata-san looked up from the pile of books on his desks, and I raised my head to see the dark circles below his eyes, as if he could collapse at any moment.

"Um… ou seem to be very tired, so why don't you rest for a bit…?"

"Sorry, I can't go to sleep right now. I still have some written materials that I need to write."

Upon closer inspection, there were various papers that Hijikata-san had handled so far that had been stacked on to the table. As I shifted my attention from the latest document…. I sighed softly and paused.

"Um... Hijikata-san."

"What happened. I'm really busy right now, so we can talk later——"

"——The content of this document appears to be wrong…."

"What are you saying"

"Where the position is, the Chief of the Shinsengumi is written as Okita-san… Furthermore, over here.. the number of the division doesn't appear to be correct…"

“……”

Although there places where the errors were small, the entire thing would need to be rewritten.

Hijikata-san's brows furrowed as he looked at the paper, and I spoke quietly to him.

"I really think that you should take a nap, a nap would be good."

".....Ahah, I get it."

Although there places where the errors were small, the entire thing would need to be rewritten.

"If I write this again, I'll only repeat the same mistakes, which will make everything pointless."

"That's right…! Rest for a bit/Take a break!"

"Nn......Thank you, Yukimura. This type of exhaustion is usually something that you can't notice yourself. Thank you for pointing that out."

When he lied down on the floor with his back to me, he seemed to be smilling. Was I mistaking this? Hijikata-san only took about two or three breaths before he began to store, and I gently draped the coat in the room over his shoulders.

"——I hope you can sleep well."

His now tranquil sleeping face made it seem that his usual solemn frowning expression was a lie. For the sake of not disturbing him, I hurried to quietly leave the room.

---to be concluded---

i'm glad it feels a lot like fall now. I do quite poorly whenever the temperature goes above 25°Cish... one of the reasons why I know I'd never be able to live in Italy (aside from the fact that people smoke way too much for me since I have a bad reaction to smoke 😅)

[historia-vitae-magistras]

I think it might have been deleted with your old blog or buried somewhere but would you consider touching on Matthew having chronic anemia again? Idk I have chronic anemia and it's just weirdly comforting hearing your ideas for Matthew also suffering it

Oh man, yeah, I have thoughts. I just used this post to like brain dump 400 years of Matt meatsack headcanons so whoooo enjoy. Anemia was very common throughout history. Religious fasting, low meat consumption, famines, irregular food supply, blood loss, infection, cold exposure, lack of sunlight— you name it and it can cause anemia. I've got a friend who jokes that being anemic or vitamin deficient is just the Canadian default but to be fair its that isn't special or specifically Canadian. At least we get sun in summer. Sometimes. This got REALLY long like so long. I seriously did 400 years. asking me about the history of medicine basically makes me a word vomit machine. i am so sorry in advance.

I think about it as something that has often crept up on him throughout his life, like it will for most people at some point or another. It added a nice layer of misery too his existence. I don't think it was ever life threatening on its own but it did some damage over time or when combined with other things.

It's a reflection of carelessness if not neglect. I think he was often a healthy, happy child when someone gave a shit. Most of the people who did were his own, the few French Canadians. Occasionally Alfred, occasionally Alasdair, occasionally Francis, occasionally Arthur. These efforts were, however, mostly sporadic. Francois was desperate to squeeze out a profit, its often written that while France itself boomed, Quebec was a national embarrassment. When Matt and Quebec itself were failing, and they usually were, Francis left him to his own devices. Sometimes cared for sometimes not. This was the ancient regime, this era of intricate at and rococo and excess and high sophistication. Matt, a backwoods money sap was about as interesting as the smell of piss in Paris or Versailles. He didn't get hit, he got fed as well as anyone else, he tried to be useful. Here the anemia is seasonal. Shit food storage, lent eliminating what nutrition there was in the diet of the late winter, hard chores, cold weather. Late winter and early spring was always hard and I think it just hit him harder. It didn't matter though, being freezing tired and anxious because he's got one functioning blood-cell didn't matter if he had something to do.

It was really bad after the hand over. Years of hardship was crowned by the British and the French armies both burning Canadian crops and cutting off hunting fishing or any other method of obtaining food. Hauling canoes, marching. It wasn't uncommon for soldiers to just drop dead and I'm sure Matt did at some point.

The 15 years between the capitulation, the hand over and Alfred leaving were probably the best of Matt's life in some ways. He ate better under Arthur's hand. He didn't really get treated the same as Alfred but he ate as well and he was pitiful enough and Alasdair engaged enough he was only doing light, actually age appropriate chores, usually eating as much as he wanted and sleeping enough, usually snuggled up to Alfred's side. He started growing a little bit.

It didn't last. Enter another decade of war. An invasion of Quebec, being hauled up and down the American colonies as a paranoid Arthur loathed him for still holding affection for Alfred whiling counting on him to be disloyal and bail Alfred's ass out at least twice. No one pays attention to the quiet unassuming child always half out of sight so Matt got away with a lot. These years were hard when he was with Arthur. Shit food, not enough rest, abject emotional misery. He had it better than Alfred at least but thats not saying much. Shortly after the war turned south as the Americans slowly began to get the upper hand, Arthur dragged Matt with him. And the anemia contributed to the malaria and on a hot day he fainted, slid right out of the saddle and hit the ground. Arthur sent him north and didn't speak to him until Yorktown.

The years between Yorktown and New South Wales were pretty bad. The American revolution hadn't resolved the economic problems that Matt's acquisition had caused, there was no money to squeeze out of Canada, and the economy sucked. He was a part of the household. He did some chores, got fed two meals a day like everyone else, had somewhere to sleep. This is where I think a cycle kind of began. On the odd occassion someone was spending time with him, he got more or better food, affection, and with more energy he was bright and a bit less disappointing. Next to Alfred, everyone looks kind of dull but the cold, anxious lethargy of anemia made him look even worse. He's uninterested, doesn't initiate much, not very talkative, has to be forced out of bed. He seems lazy, stubborn, not particularly bright and that just adds to poor returns on any attention he ever does get. He feels like shit most of the time. The anemia doesn't help but he's just depressed in general. When Alasdair visits or someone acknowledges his existence and feeds him something with an actual vitamin in it, he has a little spirit in him again and got the cat for instance and Arthur gives him a whole 30 seconds of interest for the first time in probably a solid decade. He also fucked off back to Halifax without anyone noticing, working his way back on a ship and living pretty rough.

In a fit of frustration with how Matt only really seems to ever be happy when Alasdair is around, Arthur takes him to sea. Matt's a good sailor at first and Arthur is fairly pleased but long times at sea with shit food breaks down Matt's attention span, dropping those iron levels along with the vitamin c and everything else that plagued the average sailor. A vang line takes a chunk out of him and he gets knocked overboard in the process and Arthur dives in after him and kind of realizes, oh shit, thats the last kid he's got and even if he's pathetic he's better than nothing so Matt gets upgraded from a constantly damp hammock on the orlop deck to a fairly cosy cot in the captain's cabin. Matt receives a whole fuck given from Arthur, some decent food, heals up and its the perkiest Arthur's ever seen him. Instead of a dead-eyed pointless money suck, here's a bright, eager to please lad who hangs on Arthur's every word.

There are more wars with the French but Matt is loyal and by the very end of the century, the British royal family visits Canada and Queen Victoria's father actually took a French Canadian mistress iirc. Matt's growing a little, he's getting fed, he's getting attention. Arthur takes an interest, even lives with him sometimes, writes now and again. There are still some lean years, and he was really sick a few times in the late winter and early spring and once with cholera but its a lot better than it's ever been. He has another bad bout of it when Arthur throws him to Australia after the rebellion, shivering in the heat of the antipodean sun because he hasn't had a decent meal since he got on the ship six months ago. He was in bad shape if nothing next to Arthur when he earned his place back when he and Alfred bailed the imperial dipshit from the soup pot of HMS Terror. After that he's pretty good for a few years, living more like the son of an English country squire or whatever the fuck Arthur's pretending to be.

He doesn't have problems again until after he spends a few months with Alfred after Alfred got galloping consumption while burning the shit out of himself during Sherman's march to the sea. Alfred gets better, buts the lid on the whole Fenian thing and fucks off west. Matt's pretty healthy at this point, but spending a few months with a dying TB patient eventually leads to the inevitable and when the economy tanks just after confederation, its a whole ass free fall. He doesn't really mention it to anyone, but eventually he can't avoid Arthur's summons, dies on the old man's favourite sofa and they spend a lot of time at the sea side shoveling food at Matt until he doesn't look like a corpse. Things are good and stable for a decent period after that. He still has the odd small problem because he's slowly turning into a caffeine junky and eating with coffee and tea blocks iron consumption but mostly he's good. No major problems. He gets taller, things are going okay.

World War one he gets a nasty drop in iron every-time he's gassed, its fairly common and worsened existing issues. He does okay with the help of a lot of cocaine and coffee and tea until the kansas flu which can cause just all the anemia's just all of them. Not really unique to him but whoooo its a familiar feeling for Matt. It never really went completely away during the 20s or 30s. He was in pretty bad shape but he's kind of used to being in pretty bad shape by the great depression hits and the drop is bad but it isn't quite as catastrophic for him as it is Alfred.

World War Two has some rough moments, but in the grand scheme of things he's fine compared to the rest of the world. Post war goes pretty good. One short bout after Suez when he's pretty much exiled from the family and stops eating but Arthur gets a grip and he's good plus Jan's answer to most problems is calories so its pretty okay. Matt still doesn't know whats going on with that though.

It probably becomes the worst its ever been in the 70s and 80s as he and Jan drift, he has political issues at home, his foreign policy is increasingly isolated from the rest of the anglosphere, and he's doing a lot of drugs. Like a lot. Not eating in spurts. Not sleeping in spurts. He's careful enough it doesn't show but when things get so bumpy he starts going feral in the woods around this time it shows up in force and continues to be a problem when he's out there, when he's depressed, or just on some pretty intense green outs where he doesn't really pay attention to reality. Or he just doesn't give a shit. I feel like Zee only finally succeeded in getting him to do some blood work in the 2000s. Might have been when he had one of his depressive not really eating spurts, picked up something bad and was pretty helpless when the clock started to melt somewhere around 39 degrees. She took the opportunity to tap his veins like a maple to do a blood count lol the man is shocked when doing the bare minimum for his meatsack actually helps you know, keep him alive and healthy and not catastrophically depressed.

[postalninja]

Fic Author Q&A

Tagged by @cicaklah - thanks babe! (sorry if my answers end up vague or unsatisfying, it's past midnight and i would be in bed if there wasn't a music festival currently happening outside my window - I"m not exactly at my best lol)

1. Why do you write fanfic?

It started from the desire to make fictional characters kiss, which is still a large part of why I do it, so let's go with that.

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

I don't really know - I tend to think about a lot of my stories pretty often after they're finished, I'm not sure that there is a specific one I fixate on. They all get a bit of time in my brain, and i tend to go and re-read stuff too.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

S l o w d o w n. Don't be afraid of big word counts, it'll take as many words as it takes, and rushing toward the finish line will just make the pacing suffer. Make room for the moments in between, let the story breathe.

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

Lately I've found that not looking at them in too much detail is better. Over the summer I found myself looking at my stats for validation, and of course, not finding it there. But the problem is in my head, not on the stats page. So they are just numbers that are there, and if I need to check something specific, then that's a useful thing to have.

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I've really fallen off of writing for Hitman over the past couple of years, with only one short ficlet as a recent offering. It's one of the fandoms were my muse has been fleeting, but the fandom is so wonderful that I miss being a more active participant in it.

6. What motivates you to write?

Lately I have a pretty hard time writing without having clear inspiration, so that's the most surefire motivation is just being struck by an idea that grabs me and won't let go until I get it down on the page. But that sort of inspiration is hard to come by, so I haven't been writing very much in its absence.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

In most cases it's because I have a ship I'm obsessed with, and if not that than just general love for the game (it's almost always a game, let's not kid ourselves) and the characters. It's hard for me to write for a fandom unless I'm at least a little bit unhealthily obsessed with it.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

Normally I will take a break, and some of those breaks have turned out longer than others... I have a few unfinished wips that are an albatross around my neck, and I'm not sure how to go about finishing them.

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

They are all an author wants! We want to hear about what you liked and why, and given the chance we would talk your ear off about our fics, so don't ever feel like you're bothering an author by commenting something nice on their fic, we are looking for that engagement and validation.

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

What's something you've been excited about/feeling good about recently with your writing? One thing I will mention is that a few days ago I went back and read a bunch of free writing exercises I did for a class last semester that i hadn't looked at since - I had completely forgotten about most of them, but when I read them again the majority of them were so good! It kind of bolstered my confidence that I had that kind of quality output from 10-minute warmups where I wasn't thinking too hard. Like, even though I haven't written much lately, I still know how to write!!

Not tagging anyone specific, just whoever want to do it because I am too tired to think and decide :)

[hollowmend]

Fetch Re;Quest Dev Log #1 - 11/15/2023

Welcome to the first official dev log for Fetch Re;Quest! This one is probably loooong overdue, haha...

It's a Sequel

I've been trying to make a sequel to my NaNoRenO game, Fetch Quest, literally since it came out. In fact, if you get the creator's commentary from itch, you'll see I was very confident that I'd be able to get something for it ready to go in just a few short months...

That was four and half years ago 😅 But after many false starts, I finally managed to get something going.

What's It About?

(Side note, I've been using Feniks' Easy Ren'Py GUI template a lot lately, and its a lifesaver. Check it out if you're a fellow dev!)

Hey! I think this might be the first real screenshot I've posted of the game! Isn't Flora's bedroom cute?

Anyway! Fetch Re;Quest picks up directly after the upcoming Fetch Quest Remaster's new "True Ending".

After their one-shot TTRPG session ends, Flora finds herself wrestling with a problem. She has a crush on her coworker and would like to ask him out, but she's a little nervous.

So what does she do? Procrastinate, of course!

Flora sets a one week challenge for herself to grind up her stats in preparation for the final battle- Asking the object of her affection out on a date.

Luckily, she and her coworkers Connor, Todd, and Dan all have the week off. Flora decides to use the various board, card, and video games she and her friends play as a way to mentally level up.

The Stats

That's right, the game is a (light!) stat raiser. Each day, the gang decide between four games to play, each of which are tied to one of Flora's imaginary stats. Each game has its own scenes and helps Flora build up her confidence.

Techno-opolis is a 4X civilization building boardgame that increases Flora's "Acumen".

Of Fiends and Fangs is a social deduction card game about werewolves, vampires, villagers and betrayal that increases Flora's "Charm".

Clockwork Mercenaries is a steampunk monster hunting game that forces Flora to get "Gud".

and Deathpocolypse 2 is a janky ghost hunting game that increases Flora's "Moxie".

But be careful... Flora is easily distracted, and getting too into a game could lead to her completely forgetting about her original mission.

So Who's the Crush?

It's Dan.

Much to my surprise, the tired, snarky GM of the first game was very popular. I got a lot of comments lamenting the fact that he wasn't one of the love interests.

So here he is, the sole LI of Fetch Re;Quest! Sorry to any Connor or Todd lovers. It's Danny's time to shine.

New Characters

Connor and Todd will be prominently featured, but Fetch Re;Quest will also introduce a handful of new characters as well! Here's a sneak peek of about half the new cast:

Nona, Teddie, and David (pronounced Dah-veed) are members of the band Cats Eat Bats! There is one more member named TJ not pictured, but you've already met him, so...

Flora sets herself the daunting task of asking Dan out during their concert at the end of the week, but they show up here and there throughout the entire game. They're especially involved if you play a lot of Deathpocolypse 2!

What's Next?

A large portion of the game is already written and I've started commissioning the assets I'm not making myself. Things are really starting to roll now!

Right now I'm working on finishing the script and making the sprites. Hopefully that means there will be more visual things to show off soon.

Until Next Time

Hopefully these dev logs are at the very least interesting! If there's anything in particular you want to know about the game, feel free to send me an ask.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

XCOM au, discussion of past major character death, complicated feelings. Also for sake of sense ElQuackity is just El. I'm not... Hugely great on Roier in terms of character or early QSMP lore so... I just hope its fine. He's... Having a very bad day, and so not especially silly. Set just after a mission I haven't written, one where Ramon is collected and Spreen is confirmed as dead. Trump's been around a month or so.

implied ex possibly onesided Roier/Spreen, referenced ex Fit/Spreen, referenced ex Maxo/Dan. It's mostly Roier and Missa, but they get gatecrashed before fully resolving their shit.

It's late, and they're off shift, and the bar is busy. Roier sits alone in the corner, but for Quackity pouring him glass after glass of the shitty wine. El is serving shots at the other end of the bar, while Maxo, Wilbur, and Tubbo fight over who is in charge of entertainment tonight. Bad's watching the kids as they have a sleepover in the common room, and lets the parents destress after a rough couple of weeks.

And then there is Missa, hiding behind his hood and his avian, throwing glances at Roier every third step.

Roier... Does not want this conversation. He's too burnt out to be cheerful, too tired to stay polite; he has never wanted this conversation, and certainly not in a noisy bar, but... But Spreen is dead and Missa is here, and while they've settled into one another someday they need to kill the elephant in the room.

He gestures him over.

Philza lets him go, and hesitantly Missa comes.

"Missa," Roier raises his glass to the other man.

The hood is tugged down further, hands wrapped in his sleeves in an almost childish attempt at self-comfort, "Roier. How... Are you holding up?"

Roier shrugs, and pretends the truth isn't true, "I'm fine. We kinda knew this was coming anyway, didn't we?"

"It feels different," Missa hesitantly takes a seat, and Quackity brings him a bottle of... Something fruity before vanishing back to surely cause problems for the rest. "I knew he was gone, but now he's... Actually gone?"

"He was always there before," Roier agrees, and forces Missa to meet his eyes. "Still is, in some ways."

"We loved him," Missa says.

"I would have seen him dead," Roier replies. "I was supposed to be the one to kill him."

And Missa smiles, and Roier is surprised to see that the tears dripping over the teeth of his tattoo are quiet ones, "I'm sorry."

Roier glares, "he murdered my dogs, threw me out of my home, injured and to die, and you believed every word he said. You said to my face you were on hid side. You can't just-" Roier notices him getting louder, and clasps it back down. "You can't just apologise it away, Missa."

"He's my brother," Missa says, as if it explains everything. "You- You were just his friend! He was my brother! He loved me, he loved me so much, he taught me and believed in me and kept me safe! And I thought he loved you - why wouldn't I believe him?!"

And Roier can't handle this, so he grabs the bottle to pour himself more wine, and prays for the best. "Missa, it's fine."

"It isn't fine!" And when did Missa grow the spine to argue back? "It's not fine! It's not! Because you're here and I'm here and he's not, and I love him, I love my brother, but he hurt you and I hurt you and it's not going to be okay again!"

"Do you even want it to be okay again?" Roier asks. "Do you even care?!"

"I'm trying!" Missa replies. "I'm trying, but I don't know where you want me to meet you! I watch your back, and I worry when you're hurt, and you must worry about me because I've seen you linger, but what are we?! What are we if Spreen is gone?!"

"We're friends," Roier replies, because that is what they always were. He downs the glass because if he's doing this, he's not doing it sober. "I loved him and you love him and I hate him. He tore out my heart and left me to die. He was my first love, my best friend, and the man who would have been my killer. You... You're not any of that, Missa, you're just..."

What even is Missa?

The man is still, frozen, quiet.

"You're just the little brother of the best and the worst man I ever knew and god damn it I loved him once, and I hated him too, but he's dead and you're here and you're," Roier scrambles for words. "I don't hate you, Missa. I hated your brother, but he's dead, and I think I'm too tired to hate anyone anymore."

"I missed you," Missa admits. "For years. I know Spreen wanted what was best, and I used to believe he knew what that was, but I missed you anyway."

And maybe that means more to Roier than the apology.

Because he's tired, and he's bitter, and it's been years - he's found a new love now, but he needs to know...

He needs to know he was missed, just like he missed them.

Hesitantly Roier reaches out, and touches the now sobbing Missa's shoulder. Missa folds against him, and Roier...

"I missed you too," he admits. "I missed him too."

They stay like that a while. It's Maxo who interrupts them, having abandoned his quest to DJ tonight in search of a drink - not shots like El offers, but an actual bottle of his own choice.

He looks at the two, curious.

"Dead loved ones club," Roier tells him, half as a joke.

Maxo pulls up a stool, and joins them both. He slumps against the bar, and says, "we haven't found proof Dan is dead, yet, but... I think we know."

Roier thinks of a toddler who looks too like the twenty year old photos in Maxo's wallet, and has to agree.

"Spreen was a bastard," it's Fit who wanders over now, seeing them together and a bottle in his hand. "Asshole of a man. Fuck me for loving him, but..."

He downs the beer, and Roier thinks that if anyone understands him, it's the other idiot who loved Spreen.

But why wouldn't you? Strong, protective, dedicated, funnier than the entire Order combined...

The scars on Roier's back smart, but they're there all the same.

"I hated him," Roier says, and the more he says it the harder it is to maintain it's true. "But I loved him."

"Cheers to that," Fit clinks his empty bottle against Roier's empty glass, and pretends to drink from it.

Roier does the same.

"I just love Dan," Maxo says. "It was hard with our- our, er, language. But we learnt. And I loved him. And now I have my baby, but he isn't here. We were supposed to raise a baby together, not like this."

Of all people Fit offers Maxo an arm as he starts crying, Roier's already busy with Missa and Quackity the wrong side of the bar.

Crying which is louder, and draws attention of Philza. His eyes sweep over the group, sharpen when they see Missa, and he drifts over.

"You all good?" he asks.

"Dead lovers club," Fit explains in a few words, then spots Missa and adds. "Or brothers. So I guess pull up a chair."

There's something unspoken between Philza, Missa, and Fit; it passes Roier by, but he's curious. He's allowed to be curious, even with the shattered void of emotions where Spreen should have been.

Tubbo and Wilbur seem to have come to some conclusion where they are both doing something; the room gets louder with the music, hides the group in the back corner even more so.

Under the cover of the music, Fit calls for a round of shots - El tries to deliver them, only for Quackity to steal the tray from his twin.

Once they all have them in hand, Fit nods to the group, and raises his glass, and calls in a half-drunken slur, "to glorious bastards, the cunts they became, and to we the fools that love them!"

Roier, Missa, Fit - they drink to that.

Maxo, the one of them whose dead loved one comes with no complications, hesitates to drink the toast.

Philza, who hadn't drank to it just yet, points his cup directly to Maxo instead.

"To we the fools that love," he repeats, in a much gentler voice.

"To we the fools that love," Maxo repeats, in Spanish.

And everyone drinks to that one.

[dontforgetaboutgeorgie]

o m g! i want to get to know you better too <33 and i would love to hear about the novell !!

you're too kind :D

ANYWAY my wip is a bit of a twist on the typical boarding school stories, because I got sick and tired of seeing the same plot being rehashed with the same basic characters.

my main is called Zipporah and she's obsessed with investigating and solving things, sometimes to the point where she sees things that aren't even there. she transfers to Screwshill School when she's 13, ready to turn it upside down.

things start to get interesting when her prosthetic eye starts acting up and she starts seeing things and when her best friend Jim starts telling her about the weird things happening to his walking cane she takes matters into her own hands and starts investigating. in no time fast she gets a colorful gang of six people together. all of them are united by having some form of physical disability or abnormality, that have slowly but surely been sparking more or less helpful supernatural powers in them. and as a group they try to get to the bottom of this weird phenomenon.

obviously there's a rival gang, there's school drama, sports and dance events, problems with teachers and parents and bad grades, friendship and first teenie relationships, trans and queer joy, disability pride and so much more that I'm probably forgetting. it's also set in the late seventies/early eighties, because I've been hyperfixating on that era for years.

it was important to me to have a thouroughly feminine main character as a strong and charming leader that's flawed but loved by all. that role is usually given to young boys or, if not, the entire story is written off as "girl media". my novel will give the masculine and the feminine side of growing up, as well as everything in between, equal parts so its as "unisex" as possible. on top of that I want to highlight so far underrepresented characters of color/queer/trans characters and their coming of age stories and joy. I also wanted to outwardly and accurately represent disabilities without demonizing, glorifying or worst of all "fixing" them (yes, all my babies stay as disabled as they come and they rock it). it's always been a goal of mine to amplify childrens voices and empower them, because I don't think the world treats them how they deserve to be treated. I want to create a story for all kids, but especially for those that feel invisible and who don't see themselves representted very often.

(that was longer than expected, sorry. I've been thinking to create a seperate writeblr for this story, tell me if any of y'all are interested)

[vailaerilgallantra]

All of my original posts are becoming theories and shitposts.. e, I'm okay with this.

Anyway, that Luxon, huh? Deity to the Xhorhasians, one who created the beacons, we know the lore.

The Nein have showed their suspicion about its origin and the story they've been told; I mean, it would throw a massive spanner into the works of the tales of the pantheon they and the rest of the world has been told about, so its understandable, (not to mention the literal fake God plot they went through with Artie). Now, with the discoveries they've made in Aeor about how these ancient people had access to dunamancy and at the very least one "beacon", the Luxon's existence is even more peculiar.

So I come to suggest a theory I have about it: What if the Luxon was an entity that the Aeorians perhaps encountered and were studying or something? Maybe they found it somehow and it gave them some form of Dunamis as a gift, which lead to them wanting to use that gift - and the Luxon itself - as a weapon against the Gods themselves.

We know about the Hammer or whatever it was called that they were creating to use against the Gods, but that doesn't feel like something big enough that the Gods would smite a WHOLE city filled with innocents out of the air. But a mysterious, powerful entity that could be considered a "Lesser God" being used by/working for the mortals? That seems like much more of a threat.

Maybe, something was happening with that entity that struck a final chord for the Gods and they had to take it down, even if that meant destroying the city with it.

Then either the Luxon was killed there, injured to an unrecoverable essence, or was able to barely escape and just disappeared, (perhaps influencing the drow before becoming very detached from them for it's own safety).

It could have placed the beacons across Exandria before this, placed them as a command by the Aeorians as a means for them to defy death and live forever, or even a last moment of the Luxon's corporeal form upon its potential death and they just exploded out.

This is all just me spewing bullshit my brain has come up with though, I'm pretty sure this isn't at all the case and it's actually just a mysterious entity or something, idk. But maybe someone else will like this theory? Have at it, people.

[tojigasm]

your writing is incredibly comforting, i'm crying 😭😭 can you pleaaaseee write a pure fluff with toji? maybe a late night/very early morning sleepy one ?? but i'll take anything 😭 i love how he is in the x pregnant reader fics 😞😞

Ahh ty ty ty!! I'm so, so sorry this took so long for me to get to as this is one of the very first requests I ever got and its just been sitting and waiting for me in my ask box :( i decided to go with a pregnant reader since you mentioned you enjoyed those types I've written, I hope you enjoy!! <33

Cw: pregnancy, tiredness (its early as heck), toji cussing, fluff!!<33 toji being toji, toji refusing to learn how to use a waffle iron, bacon cooking king Toji, toji also being super protective + an alarm going off

Mornings with Toji are less than predictable. Either he's managed to some how create a full on 5 star 4 course meal or trashed the entire kitchen – he'd claim it's because of the waffles, saying: 'that damn machine's broken, it's out to get me.' You'd tried explaining the heat levels to him multiple times, even going so far as to print out the instructions and tape them to the top of the iron for him to follow; only to have the laminated paper disappear and when you asked him about it he had only shrugged and assured you that he knew what he was doing. And you knew he most definitely had no idea how to use that machine.

Toji did have one remaining quality in the field of food art, and it was his bacon skills. The man could cook bacon out in the wild – with nothing but nature and it'd still come out better than prepackaged slices.

It was early in the morning, still deep in sleep and rendered nearly immobile – by Toji's rules of you not being allowed to leave the house without him or walk anywhere due to your pregnancy. You were about six months along and the work of having to create a child was starting to catch up with you. Getting up at a reasonable time was no longer something that came naturally anymore, and today, with the smell of Toji's famous bacon, you were pulled from your heavy sleep, lulling you to venture from the warmth of you lavender-scented sheets and wander down to the kitchen.

slipping on your teddy bear slippers, you make your way down the stairs, hand following the railing as you struggled to keep your balance. You could hear Toji from the kitchen, frustrated grunts and harsh words of obscenity echoing out into the hall, struggling with what you could only assume was the cursed waffle iron.

Bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes, you yawned loudly; turning your head to the floor, eyes watered with sleep, focusing and unfocusing on the oak floors as your teddy bear slippers smiled up at you; the deliria of sleep forced a soft giggle out of your chest at the upturned embroidered smile of the bear - fogginess of sleep pulled you into another loud yawn.

Toji, prompted by the sound of you yawning, quickly made his way from the splattered mess of waffle mix in the kitchen to where you stood at the stairs, nearly falling asleep as you fought to keep yourself up.

"Hey, sweetheart," he reached out to you helping you down the remainder of the steps, "baby wake ya' up or was it the food?"

you could hear the smirk in his voice, too tired to tease him, you nodded. Resting your head against his chest as he walked the two of you into the den, hand planted on your back as he helped to support the weight on your back.

He'd obviously tried to hide the mess of waffle mix spattered along the granite counter and dripping down the sides of your olive green cabinets.

"It was the smell of the bacon actually," you yawned again, gesturing to the sun-lit kitchen, "ya' need some help?" your brows furrowed as you laughed

Toji only rolled his eyes before sighing, kicking at the carpet lightly with a grumble, "Wanted to do it myself, wanted to surprise you," his voice fades into a soft mumble and you smile warmly, linking your hand in his before leading him back to the mess of the kitchen.

"Here," you grabbed a paper towel and began to wipe the counter down, "Refill the iron, I'll help you with the settings."

"Yes, ma'am." Toji smiled, pouring the small remainder of batter into the netting of the iron before grabbing another towel to help clean off the now dried mix off the cabinets and counter.

throwing your soiled towel into the trash can, you made your way back to the iron, hand cupping the underside of your swollen middle as you waited for Toji to finish up. "Gimmie' just a sec, honey." he was kneeled next to the corner of the island, rubbing the towel into the crevice of the counter roughly.

"Baby, it's okay, we can just clean it later," you tapped your nails against the counter impatiently, "and m'getting hungry," your head rolled back in a whine.

"Okay, okay," the ruffled sounds of Toji throwing away the towel made you perk up immediately, lips pulling back into a smile as you giggle. "Brat." Toji flicks your forehead before pulling the lid of the iron up, "Alright, show me how it's done."

"Yes sir," you smirked, earning a pinch on your arm as you moved to take Toji's place in front of the machine. Toji stood beside you, running is middle and forefinger over the soft skin of your belly gently as you struggled with the various buttons.

Toji lifted a brow at your frustrated grunts, "Not so easy is it?" he smirked, leaned against the edge of the counter, elbow resting against the cold surface of the washed granite.

you only groaned, throwing a warned expression his way, "Shut up-" you were cut off by a shrill beeping noise coming from the machine; immediately Toji pulled you back behind him.

"It's okay, Toji- just gotta' turn it off probably"

"No, i don't trust it." he began to back the two of you up as the beeping increased and smoke began to bubble up from the back, slowly wafting into the air of the kitchen.

"Toji!" you tried to make your way past him only to be pushed back, "The things gonna catch on fire, we gotta turn it off!"

Toji shut his eyes briefly before nodding, "Yeah, okay, but you stay here. Don't need you inhaling any smoke shit" he mumbled, shuffling over to the iron. He turned to you with a smile as he flipped the switch off only to have the machine smoke up once again, this time the smoke was a dark grey cloud that ran to the ceiling of the kitchen immediately. Waffle mix ran over the sides of the machine and onto the counter, spilling onto the cabinets and over the floor before Toji picked the contraption up and threw it into the sink.

There were a few minutes of stunned silence, unsure of what to do, you slowly made your way over to your boyfriend. Opening your mouth to speak, the fire alarm began to ring loudly causing Toji to groan.

You could only giggle as you cleaned up the counter as Toji switched off the alarm before picking up another towel to help you.

"You still hungry?" He asked, cleaning the cabinet below you.

"Yeah," as if on que, your stomach growled lightly, "Baby's hungry too."

Toji stood up, throwing the dirty towel into the trash, he pressed a kiss to your temple genlty, "How 'bout some toast?"

[luv-skz]

Can you do a reaction or headcanon for changbin when him and y/n both have mutual feelings for each other, (but they don’t know it) & y/n has a avoidant crush love style, where they’re very shy and tend to avoid their crush. But is also a calm and mellow person that gets flustered easily.

thank you for the request and sorry it's late ♡

happy birthday changbin!! ♡(> ਊ <)♡

hope you guys having a good day and hope you didn't miss skz ot8 changbin bday live. its binnie's day so let's celebrate, please take care of your rabbit or pig if you have any. and always remember dwekki is 99% rabbit and 1% pig lol

sarangae binnie & staa <33

skz headcannon; changbin — shy glances

another day goes with shy glances towards each other, small smiles whenever they look at each other

if a third person saw this they could clearly say that you guys have something sweet in between but you both are so blind

the shy glances he gives you might be cute but it ain't anymore for his friends, they just wanted them to be together

on another hand your friends were kinda tired of you avoiding your crush even though everyone can see how lovingly changbin looks at you in classes

changbin, he was in the same class as you, his friends knew that he will try to impress you any chance he got, it's PE class he's gonna show his muscles and strength, in classes he's gonna show you how smart he is, but the only thing you notice is how amazing he is rather than knowing he has a crush on you

whenever you have that one pounce of courage, it took nothing but one glance from him to make that courage turn into a flustered state in you

on other side, changbin never stopped his trying to impress you no matter how much you avoid him, which he knows that you are avoiding but he doesn't know why

at one point he thought that maybe you don't like him that's why you avoid him but Minho his friend once told him to never stop trying

but lately, he's starting to lose hope, to him it feels like a one-sided love only, and it's making him frustrated

he felt like he is annoying you, he felt like you hate him, he slowly stopped replying in class, which didn't get unnoticed by Chan

when Chan called him and asked what's wrong, he said everything that was bothering him lately, which was his heart and you :((

which Chan calmly listened and by the end binnie couldn't help but cry ((･ัω･ั)

Binnie asked Chan what he should do and Chan advised him to confess directly and if she rejects then move on but in a way nicer way than I've written in lol

Chan was also confused why you always ignore him even when he has seen you glancing at him and smiling whenever he does something achieving

so he decided to confront you when he saw you alone at the break time waiting for your friends

"hey y/n," he asked, you knew him, he was one of Changbin's close friend

"Uhm hey" you replied awkwardly, as you didn't know why he suddenly came up to you

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you but can I talk to you for a minute, it's kind of important". You didn't want to be rude so you agreed, not knowing where the conversation was heading

"I'm just gonna be straightforward, hope you don't mind" he warned

"No no, it's fine," you said, not knowing you are gonna regret this

"Do you like Changbin?" He asked in a serious tone

"I- why are you asking me?" You stuttered as he caught you off-guard with this sudden question

"y/n I don't wanna be rude and I respect your decision but please don't ignore Changbin, it's hurting him," he said calmly and sternly

"what do you mean?" you asked because you still didn't get what he meant by that

"You will know soon, I should go now, bye," he said without waiting for your answer and went back to his friend where you didn't saw Changbin

you were still thinking about what he said while going towards the canteen where you hope you could find your friends

You were thinking when you didn't notice that someone was coming your way nervously

"y/n," someone said, startling you as you were busy daydreaming and overthinking lol

"yes," you said without looking but when you saw who the person was, there was another hit of regret you felt for the second time.

"Hey, uhm are you free? I need to talk to you please" he said with a worried face.

If it had been any other day you would have come up with some excuse but after that talk with Chan, you weren't sure if you should avoid him this time.

You wanted to know what Chan meant, somewhere inside you were hoping that maybe just maybe Chan meant what you were right now thinking.

"Yes" as you said he took you somewhere private which was in the playground, as the break time just happened students were still in the canteen eating

"I'm gonna confess something so please don't say anything in between, and whatever your decision would be by the end I'll respect and accept it," he said with a worried face

"Oh okay," I said nervously, he looked so scared and nervous too.

"it's now or never," he said quietly to himself and took a breath

"I wanna say that I have liked you for quite a time, but you always seem to ignore and avoid me, at first I thought it was one-sided but my friend told me to try and I did but, you still avoid me and I'm starting to think that I annoy you that's why you avoid me so I wanna say sorry and Chan told me to at least tell you directly, so I just wanna say that I like you a lot and if you don't like me it's okay I'll respect your decision and thank you for giving me your time," he said in a hurried but getle voice

it still took you a little time to get what he said, but as soon as it hits you, you were on cloud nine

as you weren't replying for a few minutes so he thought that you might reject him, so put his head down in sadness and waited until you answer

when you saw him standing with his head held down, you immediately said "me too" without thinking

After realising what you said you immediately started blushing, but changbin .... Changbin.exe has stopped working error lol

when he came yo his senses his ears were burning red with a huge dorky smile on his face

"wait- you mean you like me too right?" he asked to make sure you really said what he heard

"yes, I like you too," you said reassuring him shyly while tucking your hair behind your ear which he found soo adorable

he immediately hugged you ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

and both of your friends watched all these getting unfold with a smile, also Jisung and Hyunjin recording all these so they could tease changbin later lol

end –

once again I'm sorry Iate but hope you guys like it, ily <33

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

--

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

--

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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