#Seriously someone bring him The Spoon Guy!

[thelostgirl21]

Help him...

[thegoldencontracts]

How Can You Fluster Them?

Characters: Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle

Ace Trappola:

- Pretty easily, actually.

- As smug and teasing as he can be, there are quite a few things that get him flustered.

- Bring up how sweet he's acting or how sentimental he seems to watch him sputter furiously in denial; show him direct affection and kindness to watch him blue screen for a second before embarrassedly scoffing about how lame you're being.

- You can fluster him even further by teasing him about how smug he was a second ago. That really gets him.

Deuce Spade:

- While you could tease him about being 'stupid', yes, that is a bit hurtful, and it isn't really the best way.

- Just the opposite. Genuinely complimenting his intelligence, his strengths? That's what catches him off-guard. He doesn't quite know how to acknowledge it when someone truly, genuinely tells him he's not dumb, and him not being an effortless scholar doesn't mean he is.

- There are other ways, of course, like sudden acts of affection, pranks, or even dodging his kisses.

- He gets all red, and a tad defensive. It's the funniest sight.

Riddle Rosehearts:

- Most affection flusters him.

- Seriously. He's never really received it, considering his upbringing, so even things like hugs or kisses on the cheek leave him red. You're not quite certain whether it's more cute or sad.

- He'll get rather huffy if you point it out. It's rather comedic, but you might want to refrain from laughing too much, lest he ends up chastising you.

Trey Clover:

- Pointing out his true brilliance.

- That's the main method. Although he's used to affection, to being told he's a good baker, a nice guy, and whatnot, he's not quite used to having his true potential acknowledged.

- He'll look away with a flush, denying his true intelligence, the true strength of his Unique Magic, or whatever it is you've opted to praise him for.

Cater Diamond:

- Allowing him to be genuine.

- It will take a while, frankly. With most people, Cater dons the personable mask of Cay-Cay the friendly senior, but with time... And patience, he may warm up to you enough to be himself. Be moody, the ultimate hater of sweets, and whatnot.

- He can't help but feel oddly flustered, caught off-guard, really, when you let him complain about the way Riddle was before his overblot, when you make him something salty for a dessert of sorts.

Leona Kingscholar:

- There are quite a few ways.

- If you two are together, he might tease you quite a bit. Reciprocating said teasing is certain to get him huffy and flustered. Teasing in general, really. Dodging his kisses? Headpats? Photoshopping him in cat ears? If you're close enough to him, they'll all work wonderfully.

- And... Genuine understanding flusters him as well. Prioritizing him in small ways, like taking a break from your gaming to talk to him, or allowing him to vent to you.

Ruggie Bucchi:

- Caring for him.

- Ruggie is used to having to act incredibly mature for his age, yes. He's cunning, clever, and responsible, important traits to make up for his disadvantages in life.

- So, when you (jokingly, I would hope) babytalk him, pat him on the head, or ask if he'd like to be the little spoon, it gets him terribly huffy. What's that supposed to mean, huh?

- It's even worse when you genuinely care for him, making him meals, or offering him a massage. It's hard for him to accept help. He's not a kid! He doesn't need the babying! It's worth nothing that he has a very broad interpretation of what counts as "babying". However, he will accept after a while, and be very, very flustered about it.

Jack Howl:

- Teasing him.

- He's always in denial about his softer side, no matter how apparent it becomes that he truly admires or cares for something or someone. He gets terribly flustered at his own sentiment.

- Teasing him about it just makes things worse. Dramatically exclaim how cruel he is because he said he "wasn't concerned for you or anything". Play dumb when he tries to ask for a kiss in a roundabout manner. The result is hilarious.

Azul Ashengrotto:

- There are so many ways to do this.

- Teasing him about his affections, for one. This is the same man who couldn't even admit to caring for his business, who claimed that love made one exploitable. He's already terribly mortified by his own so-called exploitability. Asking if he likes you gets him rather pouty before you're dating.

- Genuine, continued kindness is also rather flustering for him. You- care for him? Wish to see him succeed? You accept his flaws? You don't view him as pathetic for his tears? It's all territory he's terribly unused to.

Jade Leech:

- Standing up for him when he's insulted, for one. Telling the stranger that, no, his mushrooms aren't creepy, they're impressive, they just need to get a hobby. That leaves him shocked for a bit.

- There's also things like being the one to tease him, caring for him, listening to his rambles about mushrooms.

- Those leave him red-faced for a good few seconds. Calling out his flustered state garnets a pointed "Let us move on".

Floyd Leech:

- Initiating affection.

- Really, although he seems lackadaisical most of the time, impossible to fluster, it isn't quite that hard. He isn't used to being kissed, or hugged, or even praised without a certain business-oriented touch.

- So, when you suddenly kiss him, or offer to be the big spoon, or whatnot, he freezes up.

- If you point it out, he gets comedically defensive. Someone needs to tell him how terrible "I-I'm not blushing or whatever, that'd be laaame, so shut up!" Works as a method of denial.

[workinatdapyramid]

pretty boy

jack champion headcannons <3

m! speaks: we need more jack champion fics.. where’s the love for my baby boy :((((

* .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

posts you ALL the time like seriously this man cannot get enough of you

has to try every silly little tiktok trend on you ( even the filters )

“babe i promise this one is actually funny this time”

calls you baby (KMS)

takes you to all of his interviews

this man literally makes sure you bring snacks for him

“boys gotta eat” *shrugs*

PHYSICAL TOUCHHHHHHH

doesn’t matter where you are or who you are with, he always needs to be touching some part of your body

playing with your fingers while casually conversing with others

CLINNGGGGGYYYYYYYYY

refuses to take naps on the couch without you

when you finally agree to lay with him somehow he ends up knocking out on top of you

“jack i physically cannot breathe, get off”

“so you don’t love me anymore?”

brings you up ANYTIME ANYPLACE ( mainly interviews )

“who would you say is your go to person on set for advice?”

“if mason’s busy i’ll call my girlfriend until she answers. i could call her now if you want?”

follows you around like a damn puppy

he is a big simp for you and he knows it

HE HAS NO SHAME ABT IT

facetimes you everyyyyydayyyyy

“baby i miss you”

“jack i literally just left”

skincareeee queeeens

dedicated photo dumps of just you all over his feed

easily jealous.. if someone looks at you too long best believe he’s plotting

“i’ll kill him”

spam texts you while you’re asleep

jack 💗: wanna hear abt my day? i got to hang out with jenna and all of them today. it was sickkk

jack 💗: should i get pizza or tacos?

jack 💗: plot twist i got chic fil a

jack 💗: wyd rn????

jack 💗: y/nnnnnnnnnnn hellllooooooooooo

jack 💗: would you still date me if i was a worm?

y/n :)))) : jack it’s 1am

this man is sooo gooofy like cmon now

always gives you his hoodies

he loves when you wear his clothes

sends you every meme that pops on his fyp

he definitely has a playlist for you and every little date you’ve guys ever been on

will drag you to the gym with him just to keep him company

hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs hugsssss

his tall ass always leaning over you

flirting with you like there’s no tmr

dad jokes

always makes you laugh

loves your parents

he’s always offering to help your mom cook when he is over

calls trinity your guys adoptive daughter

always prefers being the little spoon

makes cringey couple tiktoks with you

EYE CONTACT ( mans can never not stare at you )

nose kisses

he literally adores you

* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

he’s so baby girl i love him so much ( prt 2???? )

might make a fic based on any of these ;) feel free to request in the comments or my ask box!!!! hope you guys enjoyed <3

[conelluwrites]

Sleeping Together (Literally) Headcanons

Just some general fluff and sweet headcanons for Byakuya, Nagito, and Kokichi.

I had to get these out of my brain so I could work on kinktober fics

Posted on my AO3 as well

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

He has a nighttime routine so please don’t interrupt him, he has extremely little patience if you try.

Not one for cuddles (lies).

He will fall asleep as far away from you as possible.

He will wake up touching you in some way- an arm over your waist, your head on his chest, or even just legs touching

Don’t try to sleep in, that doesn’t fly with him.

No morning kisses, don’t even try.

Doesn’t snore, but does occasionally grunt or groan.

Blanket hog and will admit to it, this isn’t a battle you’ll win.

Will accept you guys sleeping with separate blankets to prevent this but it doesn’t prevent him waking up being close to you.

NAGITO KOMAEDA

Spending the night (or even just napping) with Nagito takes a while to work up to.

Be patient with him!  I promise he wants to sleep with you just as bad but he fears everything going wrong.

He will be stiff and nervous when you first get in bed next to him, he’s not uncomfortable he just… doesn’t know why you’re wanting to be in bed with him, surely you have other people you could be near.

You have to bring up cuddling him.

His body is cold, please use blankets and warm him up.

Has nightmares about his illness, he’ll tell you it’s fine and to not stay up with him but at least sit up with him for a few minutes.

Snores and knows it, please don’t bring it up.

You are free to get up when you want, but why would you want to?

He prefers to have you wrap an arm over him, put a leg over him, hold his hand, just do ANYTHING to remind him that he’s alive, that he’s with you.

Will eventually get more and more comfortable with you being in bed with him and will tease you over wanting to be so close to someone like him.  It’s all jokes, don’t take it too seriously.

KOKICHI OMA

No naptime cuddles, he gets too hot and uncomfortable.

His body is like a heater, blankets aren’t required unless it’s just a comfort thing for either of you.

He has to have the TV on, a song playing on his phone, SOMETHING- he will fall asleep with just a fan on but that takes a very long time.  Silence is a big no.

He will cuddle you, he prefers to be the big spoon regardless of your size.

That’s not to say he doesn’t like to be held while sleeping, but he’s got a reputation to maintain y’know

Will hold you as close and as tight as possible, good luck if you have to get up in the middle of the night.

This fucker snores and talks and due to his closeness, you will wake up.  This is unavoidable, please understand.

You aren’t sleeping in, the second he’s awake you have to be awake.

He’ll try to be good sometimes and let you sleep in, but he just doesn’t have the patience for you to sleep too long.  He’s not doing this to be a bastard, he just doesn’t comprehend how much time has passed.

If you wake up before him, you aren’t gonna be able to wake him up until he’s ready to.

[greenandsorrow]

~Her man child~

Headcanons 📺

Vox is the definition of a manchild and I think it's kinda obvious.

He's the mean kind, acting with so much spite, sometimes without it being necessary or justified.

He NEEDS to be taken seriously. He tries so hard, blurring the lines between respect, fear and tolerance.

But when you two are alone... the telly-head man is a whiny boy.

He complains like it's a form of art. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully when he lets out a too loud sigh, but after doing so you're always ready to give him all the reassurance and attention he desperately craves.

Your man prefers being the little spoon. He's like a lap cat.

If anyone finds out about his cuddly nature, he's gonna die a second time...

Vox feels the need to constantly prove himself to Velvette and Valentino, but with you he feels safe. He can be overly emotional. And weak. And needy.

Very needy.

If you're not somewhere behind the camera admiring him and boosting his confidence, his day is ruined.

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

In the mornings he doesn't even turn on his screen... settling for the protection setting instead.

You have to be patient with him.

Bring him a steaming cup of coffee and hug him from behind and he might as well start giggling like a schoolgirl.

He's too sensitive for harsh jokes. Being in Hell means ONLY dark and cruel humour, but Vox can't take it sometimes.

His ego is fragile.

In order to feel loved, Vox has to be showered in extravagant compliments on a daily basis. Whether it's about his appearance, his job, his amazing and very interesting personality... He needs them.

When you tell him he's better than the radio demon.... he literally gets rock hard.

Vox is in a constant dilemma between showing you off for all Pentagram City to know you're his, or keeping you secret.

It's the same as a boy with his favourite toy. If other kids see his toy, he's gonna have to share.

What if someone steals his favourite toy?! Or even worse... BREAK IT?!

That being said, he doesn't objectify you, but he's terrible at showing affection or appreciation.

He's gonna be there for you, help you with anything you need, laugh with you, spend quality time with you. Still, deep communication is a difficult subject for him.

Thank god you're observant enough to catch all the messages he tries to pass to you.

Such an attention seeker though.

Have you ever seen a six year old trying to impress his crush?

Just look at Vox trying to woo you. It's the same thing.

But he's not that bad... His self-esteem is an obstacle alright, but he becomes a rug for you to step on and use as you wish most of the time.

Vox would definitely go out of his way if you asked something from him. You're his rock. It's the least he can do.

The guy even whimpers in his sleep.

Vox loves to fill his hands with your thighs when it's bed time. They're warm and soothing to him, like stress toys. Being a walking television has its disadvantages temperature wise.

He would bend you over and take you in front of a mirror so he could see himself while at it, but he hasn't done so yet. He wants to ask you beforehand and make sure it won't make you feel weird.

Vox is easy to rile up. A breathy compliment and a squeeze of his thigh and he's more than ready to go.

He doesn't actually feel dominant, but he tries to act like it. This Vee member has the stereotype man = dominance engraved in his subconsciousness and so he fights to live up to it.

But between you and me... Treat him like an inexperienced and innocent boy and he'll be crying out in pleasure.

Aka... be a femdom. Even a soft one. You won't even have to try that much.

Another thing. Vox is loud. (Like his name implies 🫣)

He also pants a lot. Almost like he's hyperventilating.

Unlike Alastor, this man is very insecure about both his performance and... size.

I'm not saying he's lacking in either though. It's just how his mind works. Always comparing himself to his opponents and in this case, his opponents are other men that could perhaps satisfy you more thoroughly than him.

Allow me to say that he fucks in an anxious way. Hands shaking and his mantra "Does that feel good to you darling?"

You just need to praise him a little. (A lot)

He doesn't last that long but he'll be sure to rub your clit so you don't either.

When it gets too real, he tears up at the end, like a baby that's holding back from crying. But you're there to hold him until he calms down.

He's usually too tired (and still nervous) afterwards for proper aftercare. Vox likes to be babied though. It's more personal attention after all.

Oh to be cleaned up and tucked to bed! Only then will he feel comfortable enough to run his fingers through your hair and mumble a faint thank you.

Vox's head has a bit of an awkward shape for cunnilingus. However, he has a surprisingly long tongue that can reach more than enough to have you moaning out how good of a boy he's being.

He usually cums in his pants while eating you out.

And when you return the favour it's usually to relieve his stress at work. He feels like a teenager when you do it. It's an act of service, really.

He low-key fucks your face, not enough to choke you but you do gag around him. It makes him feel in control. It makes him feel like a man.

To sum up, Vox is a bit dependent on you and on your validation, but he would never hurt you or become too overbearing.

He's needy, but not stupid.

He is the definition of a manchild and I think I proved my point.

But he's your manchild sis!

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Support divider by @cafekitsune

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[the-duchess-of-domination]

Emotional Eating

sometimes i like to think about a guy who eats his feelings.

i imagine his relationship with his girlfriend has turned sour. she broke up with him last night. he drives home from her house in the rain, fighting back bleary tears and lip quivers. when he gets home he cries into the wee hours of the morning.

the next day he wakes up in the afternoon. he doesn’t go to class or work, instead texting his family and friends about what happened. although he wants to be left alone to sulk, his mother knows how to make him feel better: make him his favorite chocolate cake. she figures it’s the least she can do.

she quickly gets to work. while she’s sifting flour and melting butter, his friends come over to cheer him up. they bring him treats they know he likes, like sour gummi worms, salty caramel ice cream, and lavender-flavored boba. he’s so grateful for his friends that their kindness just makes him cry harder.

his friends don’t stay long, seeing his emotions as still raw. there isn’t a bone of resentment in his body toward his ex-girlfriend. he misses her so much it hurts. he wants her back, and his friends know there isn’t anything they can do to help. among a melted pint of ice cream and sour gummi worms he eats and eats, out of both sadness and boredom. most people lose their appetite when they are heartbroken—but not him. he’s hungier than ever.

the doorbell rings, and his mother drops off a Black Forest cake. it was his favorite when he was a kid, and receiving it now is a comfort. he hugs his mom goodbye and takes it inside.

he doesn’t bother to slice it. he takes a big spoon from the kitchen, sits on the couch, and begins absentmindedly working through it. as he scarfs it down he nurses the gummi worms, salty caramel ice cream, and lavender boba his friends got him. for a brief hour he feels like the man. he is on top of the world. who needs her, anyway? he’s single and free now. he can do whatever he wants.

staring at the TV he tries to spoon more chocolate cake into his mouth. his teeth clink the spoon. he peers down and realizes there is no cake left.

all at once it hits him. the pleasure has worn off, and his guts are boiling. Black Forest cake, boba, gummi worms, caramel ice cream—all swirling inside his tummy. now not only is he heartbroken, he has the mother of all stomach aches. it really can’t get any worse than this. he becomes hyper aware of the fact that he is really, truly alone. she isn’t here to comfort him anymore.

he calls you. you’re his friend, and you’ve always had a little bit of a crush on him. he begs you to come over, that he just needs someone to talk to. you oblige.

knocking on the door, he takes his sweet time. he opens it, doubled over and hobbling. he looks a little green around the gills—but you don’t comment on this. after all, nobody looks good after getting broken up with.

you spend the night with him. he cries on your shoulder, telling you what he did to himself, what she did to him. he tells you that while his stomach is full, his heart is empty. you tell him this is a cheesy thing to say. he gets a little mad at you for not taking him seriously. his gripes turn into moans as he fusses over his distended gut. you laugh a little and start patting his back, telling him he’ll feel better soon. the physical touch between the two of you feels good. a little too good.

without warning the both of you lean into a kiss. you taste the chocolate on his breath. he hums with satisfaction, and before you know it you’re in a full-blown make out sesh. it doesn’t last long before he recoils, queasy belly gurgling.

his stomach (and his heart) hurt. you decide that kissing is too much right now, so you gingerly place a hand on his stomach, rubbing it.

you don’t know what you are to each other now, but it doesn’t seem to matter. all that matters is this moment. this moment of intimacy.

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

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Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

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(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

[goldberrg]

secrets

summery : You didn't look like your golden and kind sister. And Eddie would like to say that he likes the quiet and easy-going Chrissy..

Eddie walks through the cafeteria, hearing every whisper about him, his hairstyle, style and... he didn't care about gossip about himself. Munson hated it when someone talked about the Hellfire Club in a bad way.

And that someone, of course, was most often Jason Carver. But today he heard the name of the Club from someone else. From someone with... with a more gentle voice.

Eddie immediately began to turn around, trying to figure out who was discussing his brainchild. And when he realized, he wanted to erase his memory.

Y\N. A bitch with a golden spoon in her mouth. And not only.

Of course, the sister of the sweet, easy-going, downright perfect Chrissy turned out to be a complete disappointment.

But only for Munson. Of course, you remained a bitch to everyone, but if you go beyond that, you had the highest score in the whole school (I think Mike told Eddie that the older Wheeler was slowly going crazy because of this), and also, of course, she is a fucking — captain of cheerleaders.

But no one loved you. And as Munson thought, it's better to be an outcast, but to have friends.

— "Hellfire Club?" Seriously?

He returns the scope to the conversation, passing too slowly. And to walk slowly is to attract attention.

— And here is his master! Hey, Munson! — one of your girl friends shouts, bursting into laughter and expecting the same from you. But you doesn't laugh. Looking at Eddie. And while the rest of the friends are trying to catch a breath from laughing, you say sharply.

— Shut up. My head is bursting. — he thinks about something, then suddenly gets up and throws. — I'm going to get pills.

Eddie follows you with his eyes to the exit from the dining room. Crazy, right.

***

— Wait, seriously? Did you bring... that bitch to me? — Munson asks Dustin quietly, looking at you, while you looking at your long nails.

— Did you say to find a player? We found it! — you look around the room, frowning his neat eyebrows.

— Shall we start the game?

— Oh, Y\N, I didn't know you played games like that.

— I'm not boring, Munson.

— Then let's get started. What is your level? If you know, of course...

— I'm a warlock of the seventeenth level, a jerk. Before moving to this dump, I was the best. And remained the best.

Dustin screamed from behind. You crossed your arms over the chest and grinned.

They stood at the tables and played, played..

***

— Victory! — mike shouted, looking at the dice your thrown. — Y\N, you're the best!

He rushed to hug you, and Eddie put a point in his head — to find out how these two guys know you.

— Yes, yes, thank you all for playing. See you at school. Can I give you a ride, little ones? — you asked good — naturedly, picking up a backpack lying against the wall. Wheeler and Dustin nodded happily and rushed to the exit.

— Bye, Munson. — you said, leaving the dark room.

Eddie thinks maybe you being a bitch isn't so bad. And not such a bitch.

***

— Hello! In short, Y\N doesn't know yet if she can come to the next game, and... — Wheeler begins to chatter, looking at Eddie, but he abruptly cuts the guy off.

— How do you know her so well?" — he asks in a too... too strange tone, not understanding why himself.

— And ... well, she helped me in literature, — Mike explains.

— My English! — after drinking the juice, Henderson says, smiling at the same time.

— It's disgusting,— Eddie says.

— Y\N helps a lot of people. — Dustin says casually, glancing at Munson.

— What are you driving at, little one? — the guy clarifies, straightening his hair.

— You can ask her and she…

— Oh, no. No. Why do I need a teacher outside of school?

— I'm just offering a scenario in which you can get closer.

— What? — Eddie shouts, jumping up from the bench. Almost everyone in the dining room turns to look at him. Munson looks around without interest, but his gaze lingers on the table in the center. You are sitting there. He wonder if she would have sat down voluntarily with him with the Club? Of course not. Daydreaming, Munson. Calm down your raging fantasy and sit down.

— No offense, Eddie, but... — Mike begins. Henderson finishes, as always.

— You've got a crush on her! We noticed it yesterday.

— Oh, my God. No.

— If it makes you feel any better. — Dustin says quietly. — We... questioned her yesterday while driving home. About you.

—And... and what? — Munson asked, hiding his face behind his hair.

— What was required to prove: you have a crush on her. — Dustin says, smiling, immediately receiving a slap on the back of the head from the guy. —Okay, okay! She said... said... something like "normal".

— And that's it?! I'm going to kill you, Henderson!

— No. — Wheeler says seriously. — It wasn't like that…

CONVO IN THE CAR

—Y\N. — Dustin whines, bending over to you. You roll your eyes and ask to sit down, but the boy continues. — What do you think about Eddie?

— What should I think about him?.. — Dustin, press your butt against the seat, otherwise I won't spare a couple of nails to poke out your eyes! And believe me, I will make it as painful, painful and long as possible!

You turn the steering wheel, turning onto another street. Mike drags Henderson back, forcing him to sit up straight.

— So, what's there about Eddie? He's nice, isn't he?

— Let's say. What's the point? — clarifies, looking in the mirror, catching the boy's gaze. Dustin quickly looks down, looking at the punctures in your ears.

— Just asking. Well, you're... friends now?

— Friends... — you repeat, grinning. — I have the right to remain silent until I understand what kind of question about Munson.

— It's just interesting! You adults are really boring!

— Whatever you say, little one. So, since I'm an adult and boring, don't ask me to come to this hole and play with you anymore.

— No, I didn't mean that!..

END

— That's it? Eddie moaned into his hands, covering his face with them.

—Yes. — Mike said with a shrug.

—Cool.. — Munson replies, suddenly speaking softly, almost inaudibly. — No. Dustin interpreted it as "I didn't fall in love with the bitch Y\N fucking Cunningham," and, in principle, he was right, but Eddie wouldn't admit it even at gunpoint.

— Y\N is nice. — Henderson said. — She just acts... like that at school.

— Like a complete bitch?

— Choose your expressions! But, in general, yes.

— Gods, why not Chrissy. — Eddie says, catching the blonde talking to her friend with his eyes.

— She's boring. — Dustin says, while Mike digs into the porridge with a spoon. He winces, as if this porridge is the third day. Dips a spoon, sniffs, immediately frowning. He puts down the tray with food and just finishes the juice, and then takes an apple out of his backpack and bites into it.

— Chrissy? Boring? Henderson, I'm going to kill you. — Eddie whispers sullenly, getting up from the table. — I'll meet you later. We're playing tonight. At seven. And... warn Cunningham.

***

— Hi. — Eddie says, catching up with you at the locker. You straightens your dark hair and looks around the empty corridor, lingering on Manson. When the guy holds his gaze, you answer slowly, with restraint.

— Hey. — puts the textbooks in the locker, taking all the books.

— Has Henderson already warned you...? — About the game today?

— Yes. I know, by seven.

— Super… Well, I'll go. See you, yeah. — he's about to leave when Cunningham calls out to him. — Why are you so nervous, Munson?

He stands leaning his shoulder against the locker. He smiles maliciously, looking straight into the your eyes. Eddie sighs.

— I'm all right.

— Whatever you say, cutie. — it's like he's being struck by lightning. Winces at the nickname, but says nothing. Turns around and leaves.

Cutie? Ugh!

***

— You've lost, ladies and gentlemen. — Munson happily announces, looking around at the disappointed faces of those present. But then you clarifie.

— Actually, I haven't thrown yet.. — with a slight movement of your fingers, you turn it, throwing it. After a couple of seconds, you smile triumphantly, immediately shooting an "I-knew-it" look at Eddie.

— Victory-ah! — Dustin yells, rushing at you. You smile, not taking your eyes off Munson, who looks like he's about to boil like a kettle. And smoke will come out of his ears. How? How did Y\N won again?

— Guys, I have to go! Bye! — Wheeler shouted after looking at his watch. He ran out of the room, got on his bike and drove away. Dustin shook his head and then looked at you. Next on Eddie. Held out.

— Well, I'll go too. Bye!

Cunningham and Munson were left alone. Eddie mentally compared Chrissy and you, marveling at how different you were.

Chrissy is a gentle, sweet, literally golden child. You are rude, overconfident, calculating bitch.

— Hey, are you listening to me?

Eddie looks up from the playing field.

— I said, do you need a ride, Munson? — He glances at the window. It's starting to rain. Thinks again, throwing.

— If it's easy for you…

— Then let's go faster.

You glance around the room. Quickly helps to assemble the game, and then throws the invariable black backpack on your shoulder and runs out into the rain first, opening the car and getting behind the wheel. Eddie runs after you, gets into the front seat and slams the door.

Cunningham, catching his breath, looks at the slightly soaked Munson. On his curls, some of which are entwined due to humidity. Smiling.

— Where are we going?

— Trailer park. — Eddie replies instantly, looking at how neat palms twist the steering wheel. And how does Cunningham live with such long nails?..

You drive in silence. You want to start a conversation, but don't know if it's necessary?

***

— Thanks for the ride, Cunningham. — Eddie says, looking into your tired eyes. You straightening your dark, slightly wet hair and nod.

— See you tomorrow.

— See you later.

He wants to get out, but for some reason he can't. Something is bothering him. An understatement hanging in the air. Here's what.

— Y/N, I wanted to say…

Does not have time. You kiss him first. Y\N Cunningham turned out to be more determined and bolder than Eddie Munson.

That's a shame. Henderson would have laughed to hear that.

When you pull away, Eddie tries to hide a smile that is bursting out.

He didn't give a damn about the rules, the school hierarchy, the castes invented in high school, the most toxic place on Earth.

You tilt your head to the side, looking at the guy

— Until tomorrow, then? — you smile, and Eddie notices a glint in your eyes. Admits to himself that maybe Y\N Cunningham is beautiful. And charming. And...

— Bye. — immediately gets out of the car, not allowing himself to stay even for a second.

And when Eddie Munson comes home, he still turns around. And sees a smiling you driving out of the yard.

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Being their significant other, Pandora Hearts and Vanitas no Carte edition

Featuring Vanitas, Gilbert, Xerxes and Oswald.

Type: mostly fluff, a bit of angst though.

Warnings: spoilers for Pandora Hearts of course, men that need some therapy but they don't have it in their time period, mentions of hickeys and biting on Vanitas' part because he is a masochist, Oswald part is pretty sad but that's fine if you love him you love crying. Also writer that is bad at writing.

Yn = Your name

Author note: I wrote this because my best friend is having a rough time recently, so I thought I'd cheer her up with some headcanons that I will show her through screenshots because I can't allow anyone to find my Tumblr, it's bad enough my sister has it. Normal people encourage eachother, I give xReader content.

Vanitas

You're a real masochist to fall for him. But he's one too so...

He has commitment and attachment issues, how did you manage to get in a relationship with him? No seriously, how the fu-

On a second thought I'm not sure I want to know, but you did it and that's what matters.

You read it right. You did it.

Because I refuse to believe he would take the first step into seriously committing to something aside from his goal. But he can't really say no if you're the one bringing it up, you know what you're getting into after all.

What comes next?

Oh right, dating!

He knows the basics on how to act like he cares, the problem comes when he actually cares. He doesn't really know what to do with himself so he tries to go along with the traditional ways, but probably ends up with impostor syndrome because come on it's Vanitas we're talking about.

Please reassure him it's alright and that you are willing to talk about it.

Aside from this initial problems.

He isn't a cuddler. He doesn't really get what the point of cuddling is.

But please hold him when he's sleeping or resting.

He's the "I'm a knife!" person but he is actually the little spoon.

He likes nuzzling his face against your neck. Also he's like a cat, once he is resting on top of you you're obliged to stay still until he gets up.

Also bite him. Give him hickeys on his neck. It's alright if you hurt him, he likes it.

He'll probably bite you back.

Not big on pet names, maybe the classic "darling" here and there, but mostly he prefers to use your name.

Jealous? Him? The man that can't believe someone would love him? Yes dear, he is.

But he isn't possessive. He hates himself so much that even though he gets jealous as fuck he won't act on it. Maybe he'll sulk in a corner or press his face against your chest, kinda unaware he looks a bit possessive. Or is he?

He's a complicated guy and a relationship with him would require one hell of a effort.

Because he is a fucking rat (as in small and looks like he just came out of a sewer and doesn't really know what is going on but is just filled with chaotic energy).

But he is your rat.

And he loves you.

Little bonus: Vanitas is a package deal, if you get with him you also get his """family""" that will do everything in their power to protect you because they either want Vanitas to be happy (Roland and Noè) or they're worried as to what could Vanitas do if something ever happened to you (the Damps, also Roland and Noè).

Gilbert

He took the initiative to confess.

I mean, he tried.

No but I swear he wanted to say it first.

He just got really flustered and started stuttering and not making much sense.

But you got the message.

He doesn't know a thing about dating though. Please stop him from asking advice to Oz or Xerxes because those little shits (affectionately) will do everything they can to make fun of him.

It will be fun though because he will experiment a bit to understand what he likes and what he doesn't.

He likes cuddles (of course he does, such a touch starved mf).

He loves it when you play with his hair. Just laying down, his head on your lap and your hands in his hair. He can and will fall asleep like that.

Likes to hold you at night. Maybe is the fear of abandonment, but he really needs to feel you in some way when falling asleep and waking up. Even just having your hands touching is fine, but holding you is the best.

Really flustered if you give him hickeys. Will hide them out of embarrassment, also because Oz and Xerxes won't stop teasing him about them.

Gets jealous easily, and once you're in a relationship he will get mildly possessive.

When out together he will hold you hand and always stay by your side. If someone flirts with you Gil will give them a death glare and keep an arm around your waist, then ask you if that person is bothering you.

And will call you by pet names. He prefers your name, but when he feels like he should clarify your relationship status with others he'll call you "dear", "darling", maybe even "love". But he will get flustered about it afterwards, please don't tease him about it. Or do it, your choice.

He's just a bit insecure but he really loves you and wants things with you to work out, so he will put a big effort in this too.

Little bonus: with him, you also gain an enemy/friend, which is Vincent. He either adores you because you care for his big brother and love him, or he hates you because you're taking his big brother from him. Probably swings between the two, depending on the situation and his mood. He won't harm you though, he doesn't want to hurt Gilbert's feelings.

Xerxes

Oh dear you're in for a treat.

Yeah no he tells you right away that he likes you. Probably starts by joking around with you until he can't take it anymore and confesses in the most serious way possible for him.

He leads you through it. Does he have a lot of experience? Not really, but he can guess how things work and he learns quickly and so he takes the initiative in most of the fields.

Pet him. Like whenever he does something good just tell him "Well done" and give him head pats. He loves it and will come looking for you whenever he comes back from a mission or he does some paperwork just for the praises. It's not that he is touch starved and insecure (not as much as you might think because of this behaviour at least) but he likes this kind of "games" with you, where he plays the innocent and cute puppy.

Which he is not.

He kisses you a lot, especially when in public, just to make you flustered. Also teases you about everything.

If you have to walk somewhere together he'll just grab your arm or hand and run, dragging you with him. This mf (affectionately).

Gets easily jealous. Like very easily. If he catches you talking to other members of Pandora for too long he'll throw himself at you (like literally he'll jump at you and grab you like a baby koala) and ask if you still love him loud and clear in front of whoever you were talking to. He knows you do btw. He just likes the drama. Bonus if you're too small or weak to hold him up and so you both fall to the ground, he will keep you on top of him though so you don't get hurt.

He loves weird, unusual or very very sweet pet names in public. You see, half of the fun of this relationship with him is he teasing and annoying you. He will call you "Pudding" during a Pandora meeting, just know he will.

But when you two are alone he kinda melts. You know he wants some real quality time together when he starts calling you by your name.

Overall he's a menace. But... he is your menace (yes that is something he said more than once when anyone mentioned your relationship with him).

Oswald

Oh hell what the actual fuck.

I'm sorry.

He is a good guy don't get me wrong, but he is really focused on his work and his role.

He won't initiate a relationship with you unless you're very insisting. He knows that once he becomes "Glen" he might change and is afraid of hurting your feelings.

But let's be honest Lacie would totally be your wingman, she loves her brother and wants someone who loves him to look after him once she's sent to the Abyss.

So your relationship starts, and let me tell you this is an angsty one.

Because he cherishes every moment he has with you as himself.

He is very intense in every part of your relationship and every moment spent with him becomes a precious memory to the both of you.

He might not be very cuddly, but if you run your fingers through his hair... that might become one of his favourite things.

You can do it randomly during the day he's not shy.

Also he doesn't get jealous, ever. If you're willing to stay with him even though he is supposed to become the next Glen he figured that other people have zero chances with you.

Possessive? Not really either. The most possessive thing he might do is kissing you on the cheek when he greets you in front of others, and even then it's more about showing his love to you rather than showing others that you're his.

Not really a fan of pet names honestly. He likes your name. He might occasionally call you "love", but that's pretty much it. It's understandable for him to prefer people's actual names though :')

After becoming Glen and Lacie's death he will become more distant. Just know that. Everyone copes with pain on different ways, that's how he copes with his. But if you keep staying by his side he'll just warm up to you again, and this time he won't leave your side. Not intentionally that is.

Yes this relationship is the type that will leave you in tears but in the end it was worth it all and you both know it.

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Clef and Strelnikov Headcanons

Clef and Dmitri Hit the Road is the single most important peice of literature I ever read in my life and these are all completely self indulgant.

Btw I'm not viewing this through a romantic lens I just think they're very close and too silly :3

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They def have shared a bed before

- It started in Brazil (Clef and Dmitri Hit the Road reference) when they passed out drunk in the same hotel bed and they kinda just kept doing it whenever was convenient.

- Clef was averse to being held in his sleep (trauma) but Dmitri couldn't fall asleep without holding something (trauma) and they helped eachother work through it

-Now sometimes Dmitri pulls up to Clef's dorm and makes himself comfortable if he's having a hard night and vice versa

-Dmitri lays close enough that his inner elbow rests on Clef but he's not pressed against him and they hold hands and that was the compromise they settled on between no physical contact and spooning

-Clelfdraki but Kondraki wakes up and assumes that Clef is already up but when he turns over he finds Dmitri in his bed snuggling his husband (this is a regular occurrence)

Clef gets dragged into Russian traditions all the time cause of him

- Especially the one where they sit in silence before one of them goes on a mission

- Dmitri will literally flip his shit if Clef tries to avoid it

- Whenever Dmitri needs to go to Clef's office he brings a gift of some sort

- Clef's desk is covered in little trinkets that Dmitri gave him (The ones that didn't fit are in a box in his dorm)

They've kissed before

- Another Russian tradition Clef can not escape from is Dmitri greeting him after one of them has been on the field for a long time

- There's a tradition in Russia where two men who are super close greet each other with a big tight hug and three kisses to the temple if it's been a long time since last they saw each other

-Sometimes they kiss eachother on the mouth

- It happened once and never again

-Clef still gets temple/cheek kisses though

-Sometimes Dmitri sneaks in an extra if he was extra worried about Clef

They play poker every Friday and get super drunk

- It's Texas Hold 'Em

- No one is allowed to refer to it as Texas Hold 'Em (Texas talk is banned in their presence)

After a day where Dmitri had to think really hard and a lot he only speaks in Russian and Clef will obnoxiously nod and go "Ah yes, I understand.. you want (thing he def did not say he wanted)"

Dmitri is Clef's favorite and he genuinely loves the guy (even if not romantically, that's just his bestest friend)

They talk about how their therapy sessions went even though they aren't supposed to

- Neither take their therapy seriously

- It's mostly joking about Dr. Glass and/or how good they got him

They're the kinda besties to talk shit about someone while they're in earshot

[buckysgrace]

Two

Illicit Affairs Masterlist Professor!Steve Harrington x Fem!OC

Daphne makes a horrifying discovery at the start of the semester.

“You look very chic,” Daisy teased, “You’re wearing that for zoom?” She had her hands on her hips, her sandy eyebrows pulled together as Daphne pulled the spoon out of her mouth. She was rotting in her bed, which meant she was naturally enjoying a container of Ben & Jerry’s. She needed to soothe her heart. 

“Should I dress up?” Daphne asked as she lounged on her messy bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She pushed a hand through her hair, finally deciding to go back to the normal red color. She thought it fit her better, “It’s just the first class and I’ll probably keep my camera off anyways.”

“Uh huh,” Daisy replied as she sat on the edge of her bed, wrinkling her nose up, “You still eating your feelings?” She sweetened up her tone as she smacked her hand against Daphne’s thigh. 

“No.” She mumbled, wincing as the ice cream burned against her sensitive teeth. She was not doing that. Absolutely no way. She sighed, sure that she looked just as messy as what she felt. 

“Did something happen with Oliver again?” Daisy asked, narrowing her eyes at the way Daphne sighed deeply. It was always something with Oliver it seemed like.

“Noelle texted me this morning,” She spoke up, referencing her dear older sister, ��Oliver proposed to Hugh. Which means I probably get to watch my ex marry my twin brother. Isn’t that just so exciting?” She asked as she threw her hands up in the air, trying to decide if she wanted to cry or laugh. 

“It’s fucked up.” She reassured Daphne, patting her arm softly this time. Daphne wasn’t sure how she was supposed to focus on school when there was so much more happening in her personal life. 

“Yeah,” She replied with a sigh, “But what do I do? It took him so long to actually come out. I don’t want to be an ass.” She thought about it for a while, the same thing she’d been doing for a while now. She felt betrayed, but it was hard to portray that. It was like everyone expected her to move on easily too. 

“I don’t think you’re being an ass,” Daisy said slowly, “I think it’s very shitty for your brother to expect you to show up after he spent the last year banging your boyfriend in secret.” She scoffed as she shook her head, like it was an incredulous thought. She was apparently the only one to think so. 

“Ex.” Daphne whined as she clarified the term. Her and Hugh had probably been done for some time before that, but some sort of heads up would’ve been nice. Her brother and ex getting together a few weeks after they split would’ve been better than how she found out. 

“You should get on Tinder again,” She reasoned as she crawled into bed with her, “You’re hot. You should find a guy that’s so hot and bring him to your brother’s wedding. That’ll show both of them.” She nudged Daphne playfully, making her squirm.

“Maybe they’ll invite him for a threesome.” She grumbled as she stared up at the ceiling, sure that her luck was just that great. She’d been no contact with Oliver for months now and she really wasn’t sure if she wanted that to change or not. 

“Ew,” Daisy laughed as she shook her head, “Maybe you should bring a hot girl, tell everyone that Hugh turned you into a lesbian.” She teased as she wiggled her around a little more on the bed. 

“I can’t do that,” Daphne mumbled, “Noelle would whisk her away.” She replied, a smile pulling onto her lips as she thought about it. Her eldest brother, August, was the only one that she could trust to not go after someone she was interested in. 

“That’s true,” She laughed once again, “Tinder it is then.” She proclaimed as she snatched Daphne’s phone away, typing in the code that she already knew. 

“It’s pointless,” Daphne groaned, “I spent my twenty third birthday having a drunken one night stand and Oliver spent it in Paris getting engaged to my ex. How is that fair?” She asked seriously, wondering why God was punishing her. 

“You said that guy gave you the best sex of your life,” Daisy pointed out, “Have you messaged him?” She asked mischievously as she brought him up once again. Daphne could still feel his soft pink lips and picture his warm brown eyes. He had been such a gentleman to her. 

“No,” She responded dreamily, “I can’t. He was too perfect. He was grown and his life was put together. The complete opposite of me.” She gestured down to her sweats that had risen up to her knee, her oversized hoodie and messy hair. Daisy shook her head.

“Give me twenty minutes and I can make you look like you’re put together,” She promised as she headed towards the shared closet, “And don’t whine about it!” She warned, leaving Daphne to grumble quietly into her pillow instead. 

Daisy did as she promised, making Daphne all prim and proper once again. She forced her into a blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of leggings before she painted her face and styled her hair. Daphne whined about it, but truly was thankful. At least she wouldn’t look like a caveman.

She waited as she rested on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest as she balanced her laptop on her lap and waited. She kept glancing over towards her phone, flipping it over to see who she’d already matched with on Tinder before she reminded herself that it was dumb. No point.

Her boredom grew once the time struck 10:15 and their professor had yet to log on. She kept fiddling with her nails, tapping her feet against the carpet before she was sure that even the professor had decided that this class was useless. 

“Fuck it.” She mumbled, moving her mouse over towards the tab to exit off right when the screen widened across her full laptop screen.

And then her laptop slipped off of her lap.

She cursed, glad that her microphone was off before she quickly steaded it back onto her lap. She looked it over, seeing no new cracks on the screen before her eyes fell to her professor once again. She blinked, trying to convince herself that she was dreaming.

He was speaking but she didn’t necessarily hear him, too overwhelmed by the way her heart was racing inside of her chest. His hair was hidden underneath a green hat, twisted in the opposite direction as dark strands stuck out against the nape of his neck. He had on an oversized pair of headphones, both of the accessories revealing his very pretty face to her.

Steve. It was Steve. The guy she had hooked up with a few weeks ago. He was lounging back lazily in a chair, looking just as tired as she felt as he recited his way through the introductions. Shit. She was fucked. Her twin brother was marrying her ex and now she had fucked her teacher. What a great year for her. 

“I know it’s early and dreadful,” He mumbled on the line as he rubbed at the side of his face, “But I’d like to see all of your shiny smiles so I can connect names to faces.” He pressed a small grin to his face and she desperately wished his camera wasn’t so blurry so she could stick her nose up to her screen and examine him. She wondered if he had been thinking about her too?

She chewed on her finger, gnawing furiously as the anxiety bloomed within her stomach. What would he do when he noticed her? Would he be angry? Worried like she was? Would he be awkward or try to pretend like he didn’t know her? She was going to throw up.

And it was a bitter, slow crawl as she waited for her name to be called. Always one of the last ones. Williams. Right in the back. She kept reminding herself that she would be fine, rehearsing that her name was Daphne and she was deathly allergic to peanuts. That was her fun fact. 

“Williams, Daphne,” Steve spoke up as he reached her at last, pen held up against his paper as he waited for her to speak, “Are you with us?” He asked a second later, leaving her wincing as she struggled to get her mic and camera turned on with how badly she was shaking.

“Here!” She proclaimed a little too loudly, furrowing her eyebrows together as she quickly took control of her tone, “And I uh am allergic to nuts.” She chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for him to glance up and notice her. To say something.

“Not fun,” He replied in the same tired manner, looking like he was close to yawning as he finally shot his gaze up, “You have an accent.” He stated as he pulled a gentle smile onto his lips, at least acting like he was interested.

But he didn’t act like he knew her. She noticed no flash of recognition, no odd behaviors from him to suggest that he had any idea about who she was. It was odd. Then again, she reminded herself that he could be looking at anyone else.

“I’m from North Dakota,” She replied as she kept a deadly grip on her laptop, fearful that the smallest thing might give her away. Or that everyone else would just know what she had done, “I really like the city.” She explained a second later, not sure if he was asking or not.

“It is a beautiful city,” He nodded along, “I’m just going to share my screen and go through a few things on Blackboard, the usual boring expectations. Then you’ll have the assigned reading and discussion board post.” He rambled on, eyes pointed away from her as he explained everything.

She tried to listen, but couldn’t deny the sudden hurt that she felt. She knew that it was dumb. Even if he did know who she was, he probably wouldn’t have reacted regardless. It had just been some dumb hookup. It was just best for her to pretend that it had never happened. 

“You’re quiet today,” Daisy observed on that Wednesday as they walked in a similar direction towards their first class of the day. They’d split up soon, right at the courtyard they were approaching, “You’re not still freaking out, are you?”

She was. Daphne really was. Tuesday had gone by far quicker than what she was prepared for and now she would be seeing Steve face to face. She had been panicking, worried as to what he would do. Part of her was also excited, even though she knew it was dumb. He wouldn’t want to be with her once he realized who she was.

“A bit,” She admitted as she glanced towards the shorter blonde, trying to remember all of the reassurances she had told her, “I’m sure it’ll be fine though.” She tried to sound as chipper as she could, but the look that Daisy sent her told her that she had failed.

“You get too far into your head,” Daisy said dryly as they came to a stop in front of one of the trees. Daphne huffed, nose frozen from the cold wind that whisked through her bones, “Just text me if anything bad happens. Maybe we can get sushi tonight or something.”

“Right,” She nodded her head along as she glanced towards the building that was directly in front of her. She was grown. She could handle this, “You’re right. I’ve got this.” She said slowly, wishing it would be easier to convince herself. She felt like she was going to lose her breakfast into the dead bushes.

“You’ve got this,” Daisy replied as she smacked both of Daphne’s shoulders, making her whine, “You’re a sexy bitch. Go in there with your head held high and nothing will bother you.” Daphne nodded along, arms aching a little bit as she did just that. Part of that. 

She greeted the warm heater as she walked into the building, taking two steps at a time until she found room 243. It was slightly bigger than what she expected for some class on Ancient Greece, but perhaps he was just a popular teacher.

She sat towards the back, shrugging off her backpack and playing on her phone as more and more people shuffled in. She rested her hand on her cheek, deciding to check her calendar for the rest of the day when she realized something horrifying.

Her classroom had been changed. Her whole building had been changed. Class started in five minutes and she was on the wrong side of campus. Her first official day back was off to a sucky start so far.

She bolted out of the room, barely putting her backpack over her shoulders before she entered the cold fresh air once again. It was bitter on her cheeks, icy against her nose as she frantically moved towards the building. By the time she made it inside of the correct building she was already late and had a cold sweat prickling across her skin.

She waited at the staircase for just a second, collecting her breath just enough that she didn’t sound like a hippo that had been forced onto a treadmill. Her cheeks were too hot and red, but she hoped her rough look could be blamed on how cold it was outside.

She pushed at the door, wincing at how loud it popped open as she stumbled inside. Flocks of eyes turned towards her, staring as her face burned even brighter. She drifted her gaze around for just a second, finding that the only open spot was in the front of the room.

“Daphne?” Her gaze snapped to the left, her insides curling up as warmth spread through her veins this time as Steve spoke her name. He looked more professional today, his hair styled nicely and a buttoned up shirt that was tucked into his form fitting slacks. 

“Yes.” She stated, nearly dropping her bag in worry. She feared what he was going to say, that he would surely recognize her this time and shoo her away. But then she stalled once again, wondering if he could even do that. She shook that thought away, knowing that wouldn’t be allowed.

It had all been outside of school, so technically they had done nothing wrong. At least that’s what she kept trying to remind herself. It still didn’t feel that way. And she felt like everyone knew.

“You can take your seat,” He said with a smile, eyebrows raised as he pointed towards the one empty chair, “Oh. Here’s the updated schedule.” He mumbled, fumbling with his bag for a moment before he pulled it out and handed it to her.

She stood in front of him, waiting for some sort of recognition in those brown eyes that she adored so much. Only for disappointment to set in. It was clear that he didn’t remember her. And that was somehow worse than worrying about getting in trouble for having sex with him.

She shuffled to her spot, trying to shake the humiliation off of her. She was embarrassed to think that the best sex of her life had been spent with someone who didn’t even recall how she looked. She slumped down into her chair, wondering how boring it must’ve been for him to forget completely. 

So much for this being a better year. 

[mirasmirages]

Scars (part 8)

first previous masterlist

Has: platonic co-sleeping, texting, pizza, nightmares, scar reveal, torture mention, trial mention, fluff

James and his family belongs to @starliight-whump

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James awoke after a night with no nightmares to find Henry climbing over him to get out of his bed.

"Hey," Henry said when their eyes met. "You're awake. I'm sorry I'm leaving, I have to get to work. Do you want me to come back later?"

James nodded, not yet fully awake. He stayed in bed for a while after Henry left, staring at the ceiling, taking in just how calm he felt. When was the last time he had slept like that?

He sat up and found his phone that he had turned off however many days ago. When he tried to turn it on it was out of power, so he plugged it in and waited for it to power up. When it did, the screen filled with missed calls from Julia, and messages from Henry.

Good morning :-)

Someone brought a service dog to the library today! A very good boy!

We got another penguin book today :-)

A picture of the penguin book.

Is everything okay?

Let me know if I'm bothering you.

I'm getting a bit worried. Did something happen?

Did I do something?

Met this little guy on my way to work.

A picture of a grey tabby cat.

Seriously, James, are you okay?

I'll give you some space if that's what you need.

Please text me so I know you're alive.

Henry had really worried about him. It made him feel guilty that he hadn't even taken the time to look at his phone.

Sorry, he texted.

It only took a minute for Henry to reply.

No worries! Thanks for talking to me.

James typed out several replies and deleted them before settling on a simple, Thank you.

-

Taking advantage of this unusual calm, James took a shower and washed his hair, shaved, and brushed his teeth for the first time in too long. It made him cringe to think how bad his breath must have been when Henry was there.

He went downstairs to find his mom in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast.

"James! You're up!"

She opened her arms in offer, and he let her give him a hug.

"You need to eat, sweetie. What do you want?"

James didn't really feel like eating, but he asked for cereal to make his mom happy. She sat at the table with him, looking hopeful and worried in equal amounts. He stirred his cereal with the spoon.

"Um, Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can we call the lawyer? I have to ask something."

Mom texted the lawyer, who called them not long after for a fifteen minute chat. At the end of it, James was exhausted, but less worried about the trial. The lawyer had promised Harrison wouldn't be there, and said James could record most of his testimony beforehand, so he would barely have to talk in front of people. It was still a lot, that he would have to talk through everything on video, but nowhere near as bad as if he'd had to do it in front of people, especially in front of Harrison.

He went back to bed after the call ended and stared at the wall for a few hours.

-

There was a knock on the door, and before James could answer, Henry let himself in. He was holding a pizza box in his hands.

"Hey," he said, and did a double take at James's cleaner appearance. "Wow, you look nice. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought food."

James sat up, and Henry placed the box between them on the bed and opened it.

"Does this count as more or less adult than frozen pizza?" James asked, taking a slice after Henry did.

"More," Henry said. "You need adult money to pay for takeout."

"I'm pretty sure you can buy a pizza with kid money too."

Henry shrugged. "Depends on the kid, I guess."

They ate together--Henry ate half a pizza and James managed two slices--and as it got late, James started worrying that Henry would leave. Would it be too much to ask him to stay over again? It would. But … he did say he wanted to help.

"Could you … could you stay? Tonight?"

"Of course I'll stay." Henry didn't even hesitate. "Just tonight? Or should I think about bringing a toothbrush and some extra clothes next time?"

James blushed. "Um. It's just … I didn't have any nightmares. Last night. It helped. You don't have to, if--"

"I'm not making fun of you," Henry said. "I'm happy to stay. I just like to be able to brush my teeth in the morning."

"I think we have extra toothbrushes."

-

When Henry came back the next day, he brought a bag with clothes and toiletries, and for the next few weeks, he was always there when James went to bed. Sometimes they spent the day together, and sometimes Henry was gone until the evening, but he always made sure to be there when James went to sleep and when he woke up.

James started going to therapy again, and gradually he spent more time out of bed. His nightmares weren't completely gone, but diminished enough that he usually woke up feeling like he had gotten some rest. The exception was the week he recorded his testimony, when he woke up every night kicking and screaming, trying to climb out of a too deep grave while Harrison filled it with dirt, trying to break out of the coffin, trying to get away while Harrison broke his bones and cut his skin and burned him.

"James."

"No, no, please! No more, stop, please!" James twisted, trying to break loose from the ropes holding him.

"James! Wake up, you're home!"

James flinched when the room filled with light, and squinted in confusion as the room turned out to be his bedroom, and not Harrison's basement. The person talking to him wasn't Harrison, it was Henry.

He didn't let Henry touch him at first, just sat on the edge of the bed staring at his shaking hands while he tried to remember how to breathe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Henry asked.

James shook his head. He closed his hand around the point on his right arm where, under his clothes, Harrison's initials were burned into his skin. He didn't know if he could talk about it. There was too much to tell. Henry hadn't even seen his scars, always hidden under long sleeves and high necklines.

After a while, the shaking calmed, and Henry was able to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. James leaned against him, letting himself feel safe and protected.

"Can I show you?" The thought was out of his mouth before he could decide if it was a good idea or not.

"If you want."

Without giving himself time to change his mind, James pulled off his sweater. He could feel Henry go tense beside him, could hear the quiet gasp.

"James--"

"He liked knives." James ran his fingers over the scars covering his chest. "They were his favorite. He kept comparing it to me being a surgeon operating on people." He turned his arm so Henry could see the brand. "This is where he burned his initials, so everyone who saw it would--would know who I belonged to. And these," he pointed to the dark scars ringing his wrists, "are from when he decided to destroy my hands. He would tie them up too tight for hours, and then he made me play the piano, to see how much less I was able to do with each time. He broke my fingers too, but that didn't scar." He had scars on his back, too, but didn't point them out. Henry could see them well enough on his own. "A lot of it didn't leave scars." He didn't look at Henry. Wasn't sure he could handle seeing the pity on Henry's face.

"Shit, James." Henry moved as if he was going to touch James, but then thought better of it. He pulled up his own sleeve instead. "It's not the same, but … I started getting my tattoos to cover these." He showed James a series of small, puckered marks on his underarm. "My dad used to put out cigarettes on me when he was drunk. I kept doing it myself too, just so I could pretend it was no big deal."

James glanced up to meet Henry's eyes, then reached out to run his fingers over the colorful skin. The scars were old and faded, and with the limited sensation in his fingers, James could barely feel them at all. It made him angry to think of someone doing that to Henry. "How old were you?"

"Ten," Henry said. "At least I think that's when it started, after my mom died. He kept doing it until I came out at eighteen, and he threw me out."

Eight years. James had only had to get through one month. And when it was over, he had his entire family to take care of him. "That's horrible," he said.

Henry shrugged. "It was a long time ago. I didn't mean to make this about me, just that, you know. You choose what happens from here." He looked at the brand on James's arm. "It's your body, not his. You don't have to keep them like that if you don't want to."

James hadn't really thought about covering his scars in other ways than clothes. It wasn't as if a tattoo could hide the massive amount of scars he had. Laser treatments were an option, but again, he was covered in them. It was too much to ever get rid of completely. Still, doing something about the brand with Harrison's initials wouldn't be a bad idea. He didn't belong to him, so he shouldn't have a mark saying he did.

"Did it hurt?"

"Getting the tattoos? Yeah," Henry said, pulling his sleeve back down. "But it was worth it."

-

Henry came with him on the day of the trial, along with Julia and James's parents. They waited outside the courtroom until the videos were done playing, and then they went in, so James could tell the jury about his lasting injuries, and how he was unlikely to ever recover enough to go back to his job.

It went better than he had expected, and while he was a bit shaky at the end, he didn't feel the need to spend the rest of the day in bed. They wouldn't know the result of the trial for a few days yet, but the lawyer was confident Harrison would be found guilty.

That night before they went to bed, James took Henry's hand.

"Thank you for being here," he said. "I don't know how I would have managed without you these past few weeks."

Henry smiled. "I think you would've found a way even if I wasn't," he said. "You're stronger than you think. But I'm glad you chose to let it be me."

"Can I ask why? I mean … you have to have better things to spend your time on, right?"

"Because you're cute."

James's eyes flew to Henry's, surprised by such an open admission.

"I mean, that's not why I stayed. We're friends, and I like to help my friends. But at first? You were cute, and I had fun texting you, and I haven't figured out how to meet people without alcohol being involved."

"Oh," James said, not sure how to respond. Henry thought he was cute. And he thought Henry was … cute wasn't quite the right word for it. Hot, more like it. Fascinating, funny and attractive, and he made James feel safe in a way no one else did. "I … huh."

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. I'm happy staying as friends with platonic benefits, if that's what you want."

What did he want? James's eyes flitted around Henry's face, down to his lips, back up to his eyes. It felt like forever ago that he decided he wanted to do something about his crush, before the letter came and the trial took over his life. Now that the trial was over, he might actually be able to think about other things going forward. And Henry was very nice to think about.

"I think … that's not what I want," he said, testing out the truth of it as he spoke. "I like you. Like that. But … maybe we can take it slow?"

"Yeah?" The look on Henry's face was a mix of hopeful and happy that James had never seen before. "How slow are we talking?"

"Um … is it okay if we keep doing what we've been doing? For a while longer?"

"Yeah," Henry said. "Of course." He threw an arm around James's shoulders and pulled him close.

James closed his eyes and soaked in Henry's warmth, that solid body and unquestioning acceptance. Henry nuzzled his face against James's hair.

"Not that I mind waiting," Henry said after a minute, his voice almost too-casual. "But how long, do you think, before I get to kiss you?"

"Oh." James looked up. He didn't mind the thought of that at all. "I think … kissing is okay."

Henry's face broke into a grin. He cupped James's cheek in his hand "Yeah?"

James couldn't help but smile too. "Yeah."

[misslavenderlady]

Dine n' Dash 🥤

Tyler/Female!Reader

Summary: Tyler isn't having much luck with his love life. He's feeling rather blue all on his own, until a cute little waitress with a love for milkshakes walks into his life~

This is the first part of a collab series with @britany1997. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

Credit to lostboysluvr for the Tyler gif!

Part 2 HERE

Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy. 

What the others did realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate. 

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.  

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.  

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things. 

The boys clamored into a bright red booth, their boards littered on the floor next to them. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the menu, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger. At that point, he might as well just close his eyes and drop his finger on the menu to pick an order.  

“You boys ready to order?” 

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. It was hard to find words when you were the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. You shot him a confused look.  

“What can I getcha?” you asked.  

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.  

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?” 

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.” 

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.  

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen. 

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.  

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.  

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.  

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or something?” 

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively. 

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.  

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table with a tray piled high with food. 

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down. 

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.  

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even with you off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much to the point where the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.  

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?” 

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.  

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all his ketchup.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy. 

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup. 

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more. 

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?" 

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment before making an addition. 

“And two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After awhile you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down. 

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink. 

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!" 

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip. 

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff. 

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled. 

"Oh absolutely," you agreed. 

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in. 

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?" 

“Tyler,” he told you smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table. He responded by placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course. 

After all, the more time with him, the better. 

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth. 

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing. 

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew. 

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you. 

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch. 

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled. 

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink. 

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts. 

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it. 

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you. 

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed. 

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.” 

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!” 

You giggled. “It’s a date.” 

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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[musette22]

Okay so first of alll, how dare the universe give you a bad day like this, rude 😤 I will have a word with it & tell it that you only deserve wonderful days where you get to do fun things and feel good and rested and happy 💖💖

But!! The universe gets a pass sometimes bc they also brought us Chris & Sebastian 😭 And I was just thinking. Because I saw some AoU interviews and some other videos of Chris being a little wild/crazy/a big doofus again recently, and that just got me thinking. Both our boys can be idiots and say and do things that make me the personified “😂” emoji, but I think they need to feel comfortable to do that.

So I’m just imagining them meeting for the first time and Seb being so quiet, but Chris has seen some of his work and he’s seen him, and he desperately wants to make a good impression, because he really wants to be around this guy as much as possible, hopefully become friends.

Seb obviously knows about Chris, and he’s a little hesitant to be his own weirdo self, make the jokes he makes, share the out there interests he has, because you know, Chris is this cool, buff, legitimate movie star, and he doesn’t want Chris to think he’s crazy, or an idiot. So they dance around each other a little, slowly getting to know each other.

And then one day Chris says something ridiculous, or Seb does something weird, and they stare at each other for a moment, a little worried, and then just burst out into laughter, and they realize they don’t have to pretend with the other, they can just be themselves. Because the other gets them. They’re just as beautifully, wonderfully, weird.

And maybe Chris is a little softer with Seb, maybe Seb is a little more outgoing with Chris, than they usually are around most of their friends. But that’s not pretending to be someone else, that’s not pretending to be normal (because normal is overrated), that’s just how they bring things out in each other. And it’s the best, because it makes them so well balanced, makes them so good together.

And I can just imagine Seb rolling his eyes a little when Chris gets up to his frat boy antics, but with a loving smile, because he can’t believe that idiot is his. And Chris crying with laughter when Seb does or says something weird, feeling so light, and so happy that Seb doesn’t hold back with him.

Anyway. These are some rambling thoughts. Hopefully they make you smile 🥰 I love youuu to the moon and back 💖💖💖💖

Mayaaaaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭 I just love you so much, and I love them so much, and I love how much you love them so much too 💖💖💖💖💖 Thinking about these two will never fail to make me feel better, so I am so grateful for you coming into my inbox to talk about them today of all days 🥺

And all of this? It's perfect. I think about how silly they are all the time as well, Chris with his self-deprecating humour and his bro-ness, and Sebastian being a total dork and a weirdo (affectionate) and the fact that they can be so silly only makes them more wonderful. If they were just super hot and talented, they'd be waaaayyy too intimidating. So the fact that they can have fun too and don't take themselves too seriously only makes them more human and therefore more loveable 🥰

And I love your idea about how that's true for the way they feel about each other as well! Once they find out that the other is kind of an idiot sometimes, it's even harder not to fall for them 🥺Just the idea of Sebastian watching fondly as Chris slips into that Bostonian accent when he talks about football with his friends back home and makes a fool of himself, and Chris cracking up when Sebastian dances around the kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon as a microphone and then bumping his head against the lamp, I mean 😭💖 And what you said about how they're still a little different around each other, but not in a posing kinda way, but just because the other brings out this other side of them, aaaahhhh, I'm so soft for that 🥺🥺🥺

So yes, basically everything you said, I agree, I love it, I love you, and love them 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you so much for this, my dearest Maya!! You're a gem and I adore you, thank you for loving our beautiful little idiots as much as I do 😘

[floryalfonso]

“Can you believe him? He said we have to put the project on hold because the archway of the building and the color palette we chose for the entrance will never match,” I say to my friend on the phone while tossing my sketchbook onto my desk and slumping into my chair.

“I’m not wrong,” I overhear from the office across from my desk in his smooth, lazy voice. “You say ‘hold’ like I mean forever. It’s just an extra day. And there’s absolutely no reason for a bay window in the sitting room. I know it’s her favorite view but that gigantic dogwood in the front is just going to keep it a sappy mess most of the year.” I try to ignore him but he’s starting to walk my way. He’s not my direct manager and I shouldn’t even have to listen to his input on this project but for whatever reason our boss thinks we complement each other.

“You’re a sappy mess,” I grumble.

“I’m not, you wish I were, and I expect better comebacks from you,” he says, coming to sit in front of me now.

“Do you have any original ideas of your own to provide?” I ask him, albeit mostly sarcastically. He’s a perfect group project member but he’s infuriatingly good at his job and it irks me. I’ve been here longer.

“Already sent them your way,” he says with glee, leaning in while I slide further into my chair. He’s looking down at me now seriously with his sleeves rolled up like he’s about to make me change all of my sketches. Another night in the office together is something I should’ve expected the minute we left the client’s house.

—

The only thing getting me through the long days at work is practicing for our very serious Great Office Bake Off. For whatever reason our boss put a state of the art kitchen in here and the oven is divine. I’m making things I’d only dreamt of before. Every night, different flavors, different techniques. 15 minute breaks call for new batches of caramel, an hour break for lunch and I can complete most of a cake. My biggest competition is Glenda, the 30 year veteran secretary and office grandmother. Her apple pie custard donuts could make anyone cry with joy. Her gingerbread houses every year are impeccable too, with unique flavors in each design element. The holiday season at our office is sweet enough to keep our biggest competitors friendly so they inevitably get invited to the big boss’s Christmas party. Baking well has its perks.

—

Is it just me or does your cake look better this morning?” my friend asks while opening up her breakfast yogurt and sitting down.

“What do you mean?” I ask, looking up from where I’m touching up the frosting on the cathedral shaped cake where the color seemed to disperse unevenly.

“The tower on it. It’s changed,” she says. Pointing at it with her spoon. I look to the side and realize she’s right. I definitely did not do that myself.

—

“Hey, I’m taking out a potential client to dinner tomorrow, any recommendations?” He asks casually while we’re going over each room in the project.

“She must be attractive if you’re the one taking her out,” I quip, looking up and smiling.

“She might be,” he says, lingering on my eyes.

“Have you been to Greene House yet? It’s amazing. Probably my new favorite place. Best desserts in town. Their pastry chef’s vanilla custard is what dreams are made of.” I feel a strange new bubble in my stomach from the eye contact.

“No, no I haven’t. Thanks,” he says while pulling up the menu on his phone. “I’m not a big sweets guy but this looks good.”

“I guess I can cross you off the possible suspect list I’ve been working on,” I say, immediately looking back to my computer. “Someone’s been taste testing my practice cakes. Honestly though,I’m just surprised you care for my opinion.” I try not to make it sound as whiny as I feel. I’m beginning to think the things he’s finding wrong with my suggestions are stacking up a little too high, and whoever is trying my desserts is attempting anything to bring the heat to my beloved bake off. To say I’ve been on edge lately is putting it mildly.

“I’ve always cared about your opinion. I just don’t care for your bad ones,” he responds with sincerity while still looking at his phone. Well that at least makes me feel a smidge better. Somehow.

—

“You have a new competitor in the Great Office Bake Off,” my friend leans into whisper in my ear as I set up. It’s competition day and NOW I’m finding this out?!

“Are you kidding me? Last minute like this?” I dust off my hands from the flour that came loose while transporting my bags to the counter where we were told to put our ingredients. I look up and lock eyes with him. “Since when does he know how to bake?”

—

“It was me you know,” he whispers in my ear conspiratorially. “I was the one trying your practice runs. They were amazing. I’m surprised you didn’t use that bourbon caramel you put on your pecan pie last week on your showstopper dessert. I tried not to make it obvious I tried anything but it wasn’t easy. Obviously I slipped up a couple times.”

“Wow. I can’t believe you said you’re not a sweets guy!” I playfully slap his shoulder. I feel happy to at least have this competition done and know my cake thief. We tied, which in my opinion when competing against the office teacher’s pet is way better than losing outright. “Well that explains us tying then. You make prettier desserts and mine taste better,” I continue, smiling up at him and seeing his face in a completely new light. The freckles, the dimples, the crinkles by his green eyes. At once the butterflies in my stomach swell to an impossible to ignore stampede against my heart. I take a deep breath and steady myself before asking, “How did your client meeting go the other night? Did you end up wooing her with the green tea tropezienne at Greene House?”

“We didn’t end up making it to dinner,” he says, face breaking into a disarming grin.

“Oh,” I say, looking down and focusing on my messy apron.

“What I mean to say is that she signed onto the project as soon as I sent her the work up. We’re starting next week. No wooing necessary.”

“Congratulations!” I almost shout with relief. I feel his hand brushing off some flour on my shoulder and it prompts me to look up at him. He proceeds to remove some from my nose with a stupid amount of focus. It feels like time is slowing down to a halt.

“But I still do very much want to try that dessert. I hadn’t even heard about it until it was our blind challenge today. Sounds doubly amazing if someone else is making it. And if it’s half as good as their spring rolls I had the other day..” he says, while carefully keeping eye contact.

“Wait, you went alone?” I cut him off for clarification as my brain stumbles through the painful realization that I actually like him.

“I went after work on Thursday hoping I’d run into someone there who said it’s their favorite,” he says, unable to keep from smiling as he finishes his admission.

“Let’s go right now, shall we?” I supply while beaming. Phew. I guess I wasn’t the only one feeling the tension.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He jumps up from the bench we’ve been seated on while clutching our matching flower bouquets and cute trophies. He pauses for a second, sets both of our winnings down and grabs my hands. At once he looks at me earnestly and with an impossible amount of adoration. I can feel my cheeks warm. “I really like you and I think we should call this a date. Is it okay if I kiss the rest of the flour off your cheek?” He asks, waiting impatiently for my response with a not so subtle foot tap.

I only manage to nod slowly. My blush grows deeper as he leans forward to do just that.

[gggoldfinch]

Can I just say THANK YOU for making the reader in Cemetery Gates slightly taller than Copia? As someone who is tall, reading fics where the reader is shorter is harder for me to immerse myself into because I’m like “nah guys I’d be lowkey looking at the top of this man’s head”. Excited to see where the story goes!!

AAA OMG this is the second positive reaction to Reader’s height I’ve received in two days! I am thriving rn!!!! I am so so so glad to hear this feedback!!!

I can’t imagine my existence as being anything other than tall, which is why I often get frustrated when fics are ambiguous about everything except Reader’s height. Of course, I’m taller than average, and the average reader is generally the one being catered to, and I know how difficult it is to play around with the wording when comparing heights while being vague, so I know I don’t have much room to complain, but still, it’s a little unfair that this is the one attribute that’s explicit (of course, this is barring xReaders where the character in question is ridiculously tall and would make anyone look small)… I’ve gotten so pro at going completely blind to lines that involve Reader being like,, two thimbles tall. Someone give me a trophy for selective reading 👍🏻

I’m always nervous about including height descriptions (considering I strive for reader ambiguity), but seeing as I’m writing Cemetery Gates solely from a place of self indulgence, and how sweet darling Copia is only 5’7, I couldn’t bring myself to break canon and make him taller in order to appease the “he looked down at you” line tropes. It's really refreshing to finally allow myself to write for a taller Reader character after refraining from doing so for years, even if it may end up potentially driving some readers away?? I’m so glad several people have reached out to say they’re happy with my portrayal of Reader as tall, because it means I’m not alone in my frustration and also means that Copia is a short king and the little spoon 🤷🏻‍♀️

So again, thank you SO MUCH for your feedback ❤️❤️❤️ It seriously means so much that people are reacting positively to this choice