#having a grand old chuckle rn

[allimelia]

The Fallen Perch

[lewisvinga]

so high school | max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

summary; in which max feels like a sixteen year old in high school whenever he’s around y/n

word count; 976

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi

note; requested ! i dont listen to taylor swift so im not familiar w this song, but i hope this is good enough!😫 n so sorry this took a bit longer than usual, a lot of things happened in my life rn + i’ve had major writers block 🙁

masterlist !

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i just want to find you in a crowd just to hide from you

Max stood at the podium with a proud smile on his face. Another race won another race closer to being the world champion. The sound of his nation’s national anthem filled his ears as his hands found their way through his blonde locks.

His bright eyes scanned the crowd searching for her.

The start of the season was always a grand event. Drivers often brought their girlfriends along with them to enjoy a sunny Bahrain and the beginning of the season. When the first race of the season came around, Max couldn’t help but ask his girlfriend of just a few months and a world-famous singer to accompany him.

He thought it was a good idea. He really did.

However, the second his eyes landed on her wide smile from the top of the podium, he felt his heart skip a beat. She stared at him with so much love in her eyes that he became flustered. His cheeks began burning up and he secretly hoped and prayed that others would think his rosy cheeks were from the bright sun.

He had to hold back a laugh, a giggle even. Max Verstappen, The Max Verstappen, giggling and blushing over a girl that was already his? It was unheard of. He knew if he kept staring his cheeks would be too red to be just from the sun.

As quickly as his eyes found her, he looked away and instead focused on calming down his heart rate.

i’ll drink what you think and i’m high from smoking your jokes all damn night

Max was always the type to drink his coffee black. No cream. No sugar. That changed the moment he started dating Y/n and learned about her addiction to a milky and very sweet iced vanilla latte.

She claimed it helped her and her melodic voice that he adored so much.

It was another late-night session in the studio and the Dutch driver had brought over two iced vanilla lattes, one with just a little less sugar than the other.

He honestly hated the sugary milky beverage. He could barely stand a sip but he refused to tell Y/n that. He only drinks the vanilla iced lattes because he loved to see her face light up whenever he’d give her the rest of his drink because he ‘didn’t want to finish it’.

“Here, have the rest of mine. I don’t want it.” Max said with a chuckle as he noticed her pout after she finished her own.

“Are you sure, Maxie?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Here.”

Y/n laughed and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a pink lipgloss mark. Max couldn’t help but laugh with her as she happily took his drink.

She sat down across from him on the couch in the studio. She began to tell him a story about something that happened to her and Lando days prior. He honestly wasn’t focusing much on the story. His focus was 100% on the smile on her face and the laughs she’d let out every other sentence.

If her laugh was a drug, he’d sure be high every second of the day. Hearing her laugh was an addiction to him. He adored it and if forcing himself to drink a sugary ice vanilla latte to accompany her during studio sessions just to hear her laugh, he’d do it without a problem.

the brink of a wrinkle in time, bittersweet sixteen suddenly.

Y/n let out a yawn as she walked down the halls of her and Max’s shared home. She needed a break from writing songs. Her mind was blank and she couldn’t think. The iced vanilla lattes weren’t helping her creativity flow and neither Jimmy nor Sassy helped.

She was walking towards Max’s gaming room where she knew he’d be on the simulator. She suddenly heard him say her name and she stopped right outside the slightly open door.

“No, yeah, Y/n and I are great. It’s just-“

“Just, what?” She recognized Charles's voice and his laugh.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Tell me! I won’t tell a soul.”

“No, it’s stupid.”

“C’mon, Max.”

Y/n furrowed up her eyebrows as her heart rate began to pick up. She immediately assumed the worst. Did Max cheat on her? Did he no longer want to be in a relationship with her? Did she annoy him?

She bit her nails as she anxiously waited for his response.

Max sighed, running his hands through his blonde locks. “It’s just that I feel like I’m a teenage boy in high school around her. She makes me flustered, like actually flustered. It’s like I’m sixteen again!”

Y/n almost let out a sigh of relief from his words, but kept quiet as she knew that he would hear her. She quietly yet quickly walks away. She finds herself back in the living room with her notebook in hand. She began scribbling across the page, finally getting the creativity she needed to write the last song for her album.

She hums in satisfaction as she finishes off the song. ‘So High School’ she had scribbled at the top of the page. Right as if it were on queue, she hears Max’s voice.

“Any luck with songwriting?” The Dutch driver curiously asks, sitting beside her on the couch.

“In fact, I’ve had plenty of luck.”

“Let me see.” He mumbled, his hand reaching towards the book.

“No!”

“C’mon, schat! Let me see!”

Y/n quickly kissed his cheek in an attempt to distract him. Fortunately for her, it did. His cheeks began to turn a rosy shade of pink. He rolled his eyes, moving his attention from the notebook to Sassy who found her way to the couch.

She had to hold back a laugh as she noticed his ears also turning pink. He really was like a 16-year-old in high school.

[gorgonwrites]

bound to you (part 2)

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 2, 205

authors note: okay i know i said i like jumping into the thick of things but i am such a SLUT for characters slowly falling in love and the tension of dancing around one another before they get together UGH! here is a part 2 for my first fic. :) also! this is a side blog and i realized im not really able to interact much with other accounts here. i might eventually move things over to my main blog bc i dont do much over there anyways. dont be alarmed if "witchcraftandwhisky" replies or likes something lololol. thank you for the love <333

CW: 18+, fem! reader, reader is an artist! slight voyeurism, diluc accidentally catches reader masterbating, MDNI!!!, diluc AND reader are still dancing around each other rn ugh just fuck already damn

It’s been days since you briefly spoke with your husband, Diluc. He’s kept himself busy with the remainder of the harvest season, and you’ve felt uncharacteristically shy in his presence after his impromptu visit to your chambers. You have the perfect view of the vineyard from your window and you couldn’t help but greedily watch him, shirtless and hair tied up to stay off of his neck. He’s tanned quite a bit since he’s been home and you were pleasantly surprised to see the explosions of freckles that have erupted on his skin. Cute, you thought. There was some jealousy though, and you cursed the sun for being able to caress his skin so easily. You clapped your hands to either side of your face to rid yourself of the thought, and decided to be productive rather than wasting your afternoon in your window. 

Your eyes drifted to the corner of your room and after further inspection, you found your paints and canvases that had been long forgotten. I’ve hardly painted since I’ve been here… maybe some sketching will do my mind some good. You rummaged through the pile of art supplies to find an old sketchbook and some pencils and decided to find a shady tree outside. Adelinde greets you at the door of the manor, umbrella in hand to shield you from the hot summer sun. You both find a large tree with a lovely view of the vineyard and the manor, and you begin to sketch while chatting away with the head maid. 

After what felt like hours, a large shadow was cast over your sketch, and you were forced to look up and squint into the sun. Your husband loomed over you, glistening with sweat and looking curiously at your sketchbook. You quickly clutched it to your chest, startled by his sudden appearance. 

“Good afternoon, Master Diluc.” you couldn’t bring yourself to address him so casually yet, and his slight change in expression at your insisted formality was not lost on you. You began to fidget where you sat, and broke eye contact with Diluc to glance out at the vineyard where the rest of the men worked. 

“Oh, I think one of the boys needs me. Excuse me my Lady, Master Diluc.” Adelinde quickly said, winking at you before she gathered herself and quickly walked away. Up to no good. You tried to smile, but it came out looking like a grimace at your husband. 

“Y/n, good afternoon. I didn’t know you were an artist. May I see?” Diluc sounded as gentle as always, and you couldn’t help but hand your sketchbook over to him.

“I think saying I’m an artist is a stretch,” you sputtered, “it’s just something I do to pass the time. It calms my mind.” You didn’t know why him referring to you as an artist felt so embarrassing. You watched him closely while he flipped through the pages, noticing how his brows pinch together while he concentrates. He stopped suddenly, and chuckled. 

“Who, might I ask, is this?” He turned the sketchbook around only to show you a sketch you had done of his portrait that hung in the grand room of the manor. You gasped and snatched it from his hands instantly, curling in on yourself. You had drawn that not long after your arrival to the Dawn Winery, when you were still slightly optimistic about how your marriage to your husband would turn out. Diluc let out a roaring laugh, having to lean over you and brace himself on the tree so he didn’t fall over. You looked up at him and realized this was the closest you had ever been to him. You hadn't noticed just how many freckles had appeared on his skin. You noticed how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and you saw fine red hair peppered across his chest. You also noticed faint scarring on his arms and stomach, and you mindlessly reached out to touch them. Diluc hissed at the sudden contact and quickly retreated out of reach, his own hands covering where your fingers had brushed. 

“I’m sorry!” you squeaked. You knew your husband couldn’t stand the cold, and you had been sparingly using your vision to keep yourself cool while you sketched. You knew your touch felt unpleasant. 

“I know you don’t like the cold, that was thoughtless of me.” you quickly apologized, feeling sorry and even more embarrassed than you already were. You made eye contact with him and Diluc held your gaze, looking confused. 

“How did you know that?” he tilted his head, letting go of his side and crossing his arms.

“Oh I, ah- you don’t like the cold so I’ve heard.” Adelinde had discussed Diluc’s aversion to the cold with you before, but you didn’t have many details as to why.

“I try not to use my vision while you’re home, but it’s exceedingly hot today.” you mumbled, bringing your sketchbook up to hide your face as you finally looked away from your husband. 

“I see. You,” he cleared his throat, “don’t have to do that you know.” You looked up at him again, noticing how red his face and ears were. Was it from the sun, or was he blushing? You couldn’t be sure. 

“That was actually why I came over in the first place- everyone wants more of the frozen drinks you made the other day. And I- I thought that may be something to keep you busy for the rest of the afternoon.” He was talking into his hand, still unable to look at you. Oh, how the tables have turned. You felt a wicked feeling bubble up in your chest, and you grinned ear to ear. 

“Oh, Master Diluc, you’d have your little wife work tirelessly to serve drinks to your employees? How indecent of you.” you smirked, resting your chin in the palm of your hand while you wait for his response. He gathered his composure quickly, and leaned over you to whisper in your ear.

“My little wife doesn’t know just how indecent her husband can be, hm?” his voice was low and felt hot in your ear, and he moved away from you all too quickly. You sat astounded, frozen in place. He’d never spoken to you in that tone before. He cleared his throat again, and his regular formal demeanor returned. 

“Besides, we don’t want you to die of boredom, do we?” he wasn’t smiling, but you heard a hint of playfulness in his voice. You shook your head in agreeance, still astounded by his sudden brazen comment. He nodded to you, and then quickly left to return to his work. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, heading straight for your core. You rubbed your thighs together in hopes of quelling your growing arousal, but it had no effect. You silently curse yourself, trying to regain your composure as Adelinde returns to your side, a smile on her face. 

“Shall we head to the kitchen?” she politely asked. You nodded again, not trusting your voice in the slightest. You gathered your things and stood up on wobbly knees to head back inside. You needed a reprieve from the sun, and you jumped at the chance to freely use your vision. Your mind wandered aimlessly as you worked, and you wondered if your husband would ever come to tolerate your touch. Why does he not like the cold? Is this the reason you rarely see him? What does he do when winter arrives? Your thoughts raced, one flowing right into the other. You realized you had long since been done with the frozen drinks, and Adelinde was calling your name frantically.

“Lady y/n! Are you alright?” you blinked in response, and realized it was snowing lightly in your kitchen. You tried to laugh it off, but Adelinde knew better.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I was getting a bit excited while making everyone their drinks. I’m happy to have something to do!” you smiled, picking up the tray and turning to head back outside. You needed to get to your chambers as quickly as possible before the relentless heat between your thighs became unbearable. 

Diluc couldn’t get out of his head for the rest of the afternoon. His brief loss of control with you earlier was at the forefront of his mind, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked at him afterwards. Your eyes turned hazy and a flush had quickly formed on your chest and neck. It was the heat, he told himself. He felt so bold in that moment, but now he wanted nothing more than to leave the manor and not return for a few weeks to let himself rebuild the wall that was quickly crumbling around him. With the final harvests coming to an end rapidly, he was going to be around Dawn Winery much more than usual. He usually welcomes this time of year, when he can spend a little more time to himself and rest. This year, he could feel dread slowly building inside of him. Maybe he couldn’t entertain you and keep himself as composed as he first thought. He greatly underestimated your ability to fluster him, and there was still a part of him that was reluctant to grow close to you. Growing close to someone means there's an opportunity to lose them. He quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind, and decided he’d pay another visit to your chambers.

As he walked across the manor, he thought about if you needed more art supplies. You were quite talented, and he selfishly wondered if you had drawn him more than once. You had given him a happier expression than the one displayed in his portrait, and the thought brought a smile to his face. He decided to find the best supplies money could buy in all of Teyvat as a gift for you. He came to a halt, realizing he was at your room quicker than he expected. He raised his hand to knock softly, and froze in place when he heard your voice from the other side of the door. 

“Diluc, please-” you whined. He was hearing things, he was sure of it. The heat had finally gotten to him and he was becoming delusional. He had to confirm his suspicions, though, and nothing prepared him for the image he met after quietly opening your door. 

You were sprawled out on your bed with your nightdress hiked up to your hips, legs spread impossibly wide. One arm was thrown over your face and covered your eyes while you concentrated and your other hand was at your core, fingers plunging in and out of your pretty pussy. Your breathing was heavy, and Diluc could feel heat climbing up his chest. You were so close. You pulled your fingers out to focus on your puffy clit, wanting to let the feeling last a little longer. You suddenly changed your position, startling your husband. You were completely unaware of your audience as you got onto your knees and shoved your face into your pillows. You continued your ministrations, and your ass was on full display. Diluc’s cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt, and he could tell by your quickened breathing that you were close. With a quiet cry, you came on your fingers. Your juices ran down your hands and shaking thighs as you stilled and sighed. Diluc suddenly turned and quietly bolted out of your room, not bothering to shut your door for fear of the noise alerting you to his presence. He slammed his own door behind him, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his body. He was undeniably aroused, his cock straining against his trousers.

So much for controlling myself, he chided. He wanted to absolutely ravish you. He wanted to touch you, to taste you, and have you crying out his name over and over and over again. He slid down the door, resting his arms over his knees as he sat down. Dragging his palms down his face, he groaned. The image of you touching yourself to the thought of him was burned into his memory, and he wouldn’t forget it anytime soon.

[queen-scribbles]

You sent me headfirst back into my AJ/Adam feelings so for whenever you feel like it I'm gonna throw another handholding thing at you: 10 or 17 or 37 for those two, whatever strikes your fancy (and literally take as long as you want ik you're busy rn ❤️)

37. not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out [AJ/Adam]

The Agency had sent this as their targets' last location. But she had to wonder if the Agency had been wrong.

"Where'd they go?" AJ asked with a frown.

"That's what we are meant to learn," Adam said pulling off his sunglasses as he strode past her to examine the small clearing--more of a gap, really--in the woods.

"Are we sure they were here?" she probed. A look around didn't show any obvious signs. "I don't see any trace."

"This is where Unit Alpha mentioned losing the trail" --was she imagining it or was there just a trace of smugness on the words?-- "so this is where our search begins." Adam moved carefully around the space.

I'd think werewolves would be grand at tracking. "So why'd this get passed to us?" she asked, leaning her hip against a boulder to watch him.

"I didn't ask," Adam said. "Agent Jenings said we need to investigate the area, so we are investigating."

AJ watched him a second longer, enjoying the view of his profile, before she pushed off the boulder to follow. "I don't see much sign of where they could've gone," she admitted, huffing hair out of her eyes. She gathered it back in a belated ponytail and pretended she didn't notice the way his glance at the motion lingered.

"Here." Adam pointed out a couple faint scuff marks on a fallen log, a black thread snagged on a nearby bush. "You have lived here longer; is there an easy route out of here in this direction?"

"I've lived in Wayhaven, Adam, not the woods," AJ said with a chuckle. "Not a terribly outdoorsy sort, either." But she still joined him, hand against his shoulder for balance as she leaned over to see where the signs he'd found pointed. "Far as I know there isn't an easy route that way, no." She flashed a teasing smile. "Guess we hafta look for a less easy route, yeah?"

Adam nodded and moved into the trees without a word. The forest was dense here, they had to split their focus between looking for further signs and not walking into or tripping over anything.

AJ found herself distracted from both, watching him. Adam moved with a grace one would not usually associate with such muscular physique and it took almost walking into trees twice for her to get her focus trained in the right direction. After about twenty minutes of weaving between trees, they found the faint beginning of a trail through the woods, deep boot prints at the edges.

"I know that trail," AJ murmured. "I think. It's not one people use a lot b'cause it doesn't go anywhere useful, but..."

"What's at the other end?" Adam was studying the surroundings more than the path itself. "If you know a location I can have the rest of the team meet us there. We should follow this path, make certain our quarry did not abandon it along the way for a different direction."

"It's... um. An old church." She mentally constructed a route from the Warehouse and passed it along. "Might be slow goin' for us, yeah? No tellin' what state this path is in."

"Noted." Adam called Nate to pass along the information. "They will meet us there."

AJ nodded, kicking at a pile of leaves nearby. They started down the trail, her focus on making sure they didn't stray from it and Adam's on looking for further signs of their targets. She occasionally had to grab his arm and tug him back on course when the path curved but he kept walking straight.

A quarter of the way to the remembered church, they encountered the first obstacle--an overlapping pair of fallen trees in a lopsided V across the trail. Much smaller than the last time they'd run into this problem; the two together barely came to AJ's waist. And the freshly scuffed bark on the top tree indicated their quarry had likely come through here. It wasn't a hard obstacle to climb over. Which Adam demonstrated, resting one hand near the scuff mark for balance as he stepped over. He turned, brushing that hand off against his pants as he offered her the other for assistance climbing over.

"Oh. Thanks." Her heart flittered a little as she took it for leverage scrambling over. She slipped a little and his grip tightened to steady her, not letting go until he was sure.

"You said you weren't the outdoors type," Adam began after a couple minutes walking in silence. "But you seem perfectly comfortable here."

"Followin' a trail?" AJ laughed. "Ev'ry kid who grew up in Wayhaven knows at least four routes home through the woods from school or friends' houses or wherever. An' we're always curious enough to follow other'ns, see where they lead." She could feel him watching her but didn't turn around. "So I have a good guess where this one emerges, if I remember right, and the eyes t' follow it. I'm hardly roughin' it for a week or anything. Don't have much chance to come, anyway."

"And... do you like it out here, when you have the time?" He started to crouch, then aborted the motion with a shake of his head.

"I do." She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. "It's quiet. Peaceful. Lets me think." A smile tugged her lips. "The church we're headed to was a favorite spot durin' the last years of school. Lots t' doodle an' no one to disturb my thoughts."

The path dipped down into a dried out streambed and she instinctively grabbed Adam's sleeve for balance as they headed down the incline. It wasn't that drastic, but she felt better with the added support.

"Well, I hope if our quarry have chosen to take refuge there, they do not disturb things overmuch."

She thought about teasing, sentimentality and small talk, where was the real Adam du Mortain? But she was enjoying it too much to risk drawing attention and making him stop. "It's been near ten years, Adam. I'm sure nature's done more to disturb it than any group of people could, no matter how careless."

The streambank had risen to midcalf height before the trail leveled out. Adam didn't look happy with that, but didn't change topics as they continued. "Even so, if the memory is a cherished one, I'd not see it... disfigured."

AJ smiled, grabbing for his arm again as a rocky stretch underfoot made her totter. "Thank ya."

"You're welcome, Detective." He caught her hand rather than let it settle on his arm, and smiled just wide enough for his dimple to make a brief appearance.

She almost skidded on the rocks at the sight.

Fortunately the way cleared at least for a bit, so she could get her balance. "Have y' seen any sign of 'em?"

"Not for a while." Adam frowned. "Though the ground along the path is quite hard and rocky here; it's possible they wouldn't leave tracks following it. And there had been no sign of veering off. All we can do is stay the course and see what waits at the end."

And that's what they did. Garnished with intermittent small talk and Adam always letting her lean on him or hold his hand or arm for balance skirting rocks or tree roots or whatever that would be too complicated to avoid(or yank out entirely). The streambed deepened into a gully--knee-deep, then waist, then Adam's chest, which meant there were several times skirting or scrambling over obstacles were the only options.

"I find it difficult to believe they would choose such an arduous route," Adam grumbled, glaring at a tree root too thick and buried to remove.

"Prob'ly hopin' it would work to shake pursuit, yeah?" AJ said wryly. They don't know how stubborn you are. "Doesn't follow this much longer, though."

Only a minute or so later, it proved her right; the gully going shallow once more, then the path traveling out with only about ten minutes' more walk to the church, winding its way around boulders and between trees. The only evidence of the Trappers leaving the trail was to cut straight across the wider loops--more difficult terrain--which only happened the first couple before they apparently wised up.

"Why is this church so far from Wayhaven proper?" Adam asked, offering a hand yet again to help her over a fallen tree.

"In its heyday it served Wayhaven and the next town over. Location's splittin' the distance, I guess."

As if summoned by their discussing it, the silhouette of a dilapidated church came into view through the budding tree branches. AJ couldn't really blame Adam for the muttered Finally as they approached. She wondered how fast he could've gotten here without traveling her pace.

The found the rest of Bravo waiting for them. Mason was staring intently at the church, but Nate and Felix's heads swung their direction, the former biting back a smile and the latter grinning ear to ear.

"Have a nice walk, lovebirds?" he asked, waggling his brows and shooting a significant look.

"Felix-" Nate remonstrated(still smiling slightly himself) as Adam's brow furrowed and AJ's lips pursed in confusion. Realization struck them both in the same moment.

They were still holding hands.

AJ's grip instinctively flinched a fraction tighter, in tandem with Adam's going slack and starting to pull away. It made her heart lurch when he relented first.

Only for a moment, a heartbeat, before he slipped free and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Is anyone in there?" he asked with a nod to the church, completely ignoring Felix's grin.

"One or two," Nate confirmed. "Under the circumstances, I'd say spreading out and advancing with caution is the best course of action."

Adam nodded. "I would agree."

With no further debate or discussion, they set to it. As she moved to her position, AJ couldn't help but flex her fingers, the warmth of his hand around hers lingering.

And when she glanced his way, she caught Adam doing it, too.

[gamerbearmira]

Short people

Lmao I was thinking about this movie. Marathoned it plenty of times and. I'm totes rematching it. Specifically for Desolation of Smaug, because it's my favorite

But basically just Mirabel asking questions 😭 then she gets made fun if for being the baby of the company❗❓❗❓

Eskitet

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"So...why are you called "King Under the Mountain?" Mirabel asked from atop her horse, looking over at Thorin. The dwarf stared ahead, not answering. Mirabel waited for a moment, before turning back. She didn't want to be rude and keep pressing, her mamá taught her better. Bwsdies it could've been a...sensitive topic.

There was a tense silence before Oakenshield finally spoke up. "The castle is under the mountain. Or, rather within it," Thorin explained, and Mirabel turned to him with bright eyes. "It is a grand place, where my family used to reside."

"Used to?" Mirabel asked. She knew of the kingdom, and how great dragon attacked. But she didn't know the whole story. Balin spoke up next.

"Ay, lass. Until Smaug overtook it. He lit Erebor ablaze. It was truly something to behold," he said, throwing his hand up. "All of the gold and riches you could imagine are in that castle. A room filled with gold and treasures. And dragons love gold. Greedy creatures."

Mirabel thought for a moment before speaking up. "So...we're going back to Erebor...to take back the kingdom and the castle?"

"Exactly," Thorin said, his face growing dark for a moment. "171 years have passed. And I'm done waiting."

Mirabel's eyes widened as she looked at Thorin and the other company. "Wait, wait...171? Like one, seven, one?" She got nods as she gawked. "If I may ask, how old are you, Thorin?"

Thorin looked at her strangely before looking ahead again. "I'll be 196 soon." Mirabel looked at him in disbelief. He looked younger than her abuela!

"A-And you?" Mirabel turned to Balin, who laughed. "Just a tad younger than Thorin---178."

Mirabel sat on her horse, looking baffled. She then turned to Bilbo, he looked like he was in his 30's. "Bilbo, how old are you?"

Bilbo looked distracted and looked at Miravel for a moment as he walked. "Oh, I just turned 50."

"Lass, you're nothing but a wee baby," Balin said, laughing. "Only 10 years old. Not even of age for a Hobbit."

"But then...Gandalf?" Mirabel said, and Gandalf turned his head slightly, blowing smoke. "How old are you?"

Gandalf chuckled, gesturing for Miravel to lean closer, and she did, her eyes having stars in them as she awaited his answer. "That is a secret you aren't ready for, my small adventurer," Gandalf blew smoke into her face, which turned into butterflies. Mirabel sputtered, his face turning into a pout as the others laughed at Gandalf's antics.

"I'll find out one way or another!" Mirabel declared and the others continued to laugh at the small girl. She had determination, they'd give her that.

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WOAHAKSBUS so. So rad right. Don't flame me for the dialogue, I aint seen the movies in a minute, but I'm working on it 🤨

ANYWAYYYYY I'm probably gonna post a couple more asks later, currently playing wit a friend rn 🦅🦅🦅🦅 will also be doing art

I discovered the power of genderbending aus. Im abusing it with housebroken.

[snortlaughs]

competitive

fandom: the owl house

pairing: none! please don’t tag as ship!

characters included: ler!darius, lee!hunter

word count: 928

genre: fluff!

warnings: none

author’s note: i need happy hunter rn....... and i need some father son bonding........... please enjoy hehe. 

also, hunter mainly plays as peach and darius mainly plays as yoshi~!

hunter and darius sat together on the worn-down couch in the owl house, playing a not-so-friendly game of mario kart. 

hunter had never played it before because this game wasn’t widely available in the demon realm. 

luckily, eda found a copy of this game in the human realm along with a seemingly ancient box that luz said was called a “wii”. eda also managed to find four different remotes that are used for the console.

what a coincidence. eda truly is something. 

anyways, the previous owners must have thought that it was no longer working, thus the reason why it was thrown away — but they could not have been more wrong. 

hunter was totally obliterating darius in a hardcore round of coconut mall right now. 

as hunter finished yet another race in 1st place, he looked at darius smugly and stuck out his tongue. 

“ha-haaaaa! you can’t beat me, darius~! you may just have to admit that i am the mario kart champion.”

as he said this, he poked darius in the ribs, which resulted in his eyes widening and his abomination hair... bubbling... a bit more rapidly than it usually did.

“i guess that that’s what happened when he is surprised...?” hunter thought, slightly amused. 

he wasn’t able to fathom any other possibilities before darius — impressively quickly, may i add — regained his composure and glared at hunter, feigning anger. he was surprised that he didn’t laugh; that was a close call.

“don’t get too cocky, little prince,” he growled. “i am absolutely positive that i can beat you.”

the blonde witch raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. darius had just miserably lost two grand prixes. 8 whole races.

where was this confidence coming from?

“i’d like to see you try.”

from that point on, they looked towards the tv screen and chose a map to play — the tension in the room palpable.

eventually, after some lighthearted argument, they agreed on mushroom gorge.

“you ready, old man?” hunter said as the race was about to start. the arrogance in his voice made darius’ ears hurt.

“yes, i’m ready. and i’m not old. you better not push your luck too much, hunter, or else i’ll make your loss even more bitter than it already will be.”

3... 2... 1... GO!

hunter started with a boost, which darius didn’t. 

actually, a puff of black smoke came out from his vehicle.

he could never get that boost to work. his reaction speed was too slow. 

hunter couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at darius’ early failure. 

“titan, darius, you sure were confident for someone who wasn’t even able to get the head sta—”

before he could even finish his sentence, darius formed an abomination that rose out of the floor with a simple flick of his finger. 

hunter quickly peeked behind the sofa and flinched in surprise at the newly-created purple mound. he looked back to the tv, still in 1st place. 

“why is that here, darius? to help you beat me~?” hunter teased, not knowing that his comment would seal his fate. 

darius rolled his eyes.

“you’re gonna wish that you weren’t such a pest, little prince,” darius grumbled as he nodded his head, confirming the abomination’s next move. 

the abomination quickly extended its arms and began kneading its fingers into hunter’s soft tummy, which resulted in a shriek from him. 

“AHHHH! dariuhuhus, whahat is thihihis for?!” he whined as his kart immediately slammed into the stony wall of a cave, despite his efforts to keep it steady. 

darius stayed silent as his character effortlessly passed his previously cool and composed rival’s. 

“THIHIHIS ISN’T (snort) FAHAHAIR!” 

darius couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit at hunter’s snort. he sounded so... boyish. darius was used to the big, bad golden guard; the unwavering teenage prodigy. 

right now, though, he was just himself. the dorky 16 year old that he deserves to be.

that being said, he also deserves to be teased like a kid. 

so darius did just that. 

“what do you mean? you can see the screen clearly! you should be fiiiine~!”

“I’M (snort) NOHOHOT FINE! DARIHUHUHUS!”

hunter squeaked and dropped his remote so that he could attempt to grab the abomination’s arms and escape, but to no avail. his shaking hands went right through the purple goop as it moved its wiggling fingers to under his arms. 

that was seemingly his worst spot, because he completely broke.

snorting, hiccuping, tears of mirth, and the best of all — a humongous smile.

darius finally finished the race victoriously. 

a whopping...

oh.

11th place. 

darius looked astoundingly at the screen and aggressively pressed the “a” button so that hunter wouldn’t notice his — still, entirely awful — score. 

thankfully, hunter didn’t end up seeing this massive embarrassment of a result; he was too busy being tickled silly. 

hunter was just laughing at this point; it seemed like he was too worn out to even talk anymore.

“alright, abomination. you can stop,” darius said as his creation finally let up and melted cleanly into the wooden floor. 

hunter laid limply on the couch, a stream of snort-filled giggles filling the room. 

“what (snort) in the name of TITAN, darihuhuhus!”

darius, after attempting to hold back his own laughter, eventually burst into chuckles himself — so hard, in fact, that he had to wipe away a tear. 

when hunter calmed down and the ticklish sensations finally stopped, only one more thing was said:

“i got 1st place, little prince. i wish you could have seen~!”

[danger-xylophones]

Hi could you please write a thrawn x always cold reader? I heard that chiss have higher body heat and would love a warm hug rn. No pressure at all though! Love your fics

Yessss, send me all the Thrawn asks, please! Also 1) Sorry this took so long 2) I wasn’t sure if you meant to imply that the reader is anemic or not so I chose not to go that direction. I did choose to adapt a bizarre struggle I learned sometimes happens when couples buy their first house together. 

He forgets you grew up on Tattooine. He forgets you were a child of the sand-someone who had to learn how to survive before they learned how to walk. 

You’d been a bounty hunter before the Empire plucked you from the employ of Jabba and ‘invited’ you into the Imperial Academy. Despite that, you’d managed to climb the ranks in record time before landing yourself a cozy little spot aboard the Chimeara around the same time Thrawn took command. 

And since his first meeting with you, Thrawn took a note of how you never just wore your uniform. You always had another layer on. He never commented on it though, chocking it up to a quirk of the independent fire he knew burned within you-you weren’t loyal to the Empire, after all, but you were loyal to him and that was enough. 

But it struck him as odd when the crew of the Chimeara was forced to travel to Hoth, of all places, to deal with a rebel cell and you refused to leave your post on the bridge. Normally, you loved leading the charge when dealing with rebels. And Thrawn let you, confident in your ability to lead the troops in a ground assault while he kept command of the fleet. Thrawn, not willing to order you around, let you stay on the bridge as he took over on the ground. 

The mission went off without a hitch. The rebels had been dealt with and Thrawn was back on the star destroyer. But one thing wasn’t right. He expected you to be waiting in the bridge for him, like normal, but you weren’t there. He hummed quietly as he surveyed the various officers and crew members at the computer before turning to the one closest to his left. “Officer, where is Admiral L/n?” 

The officer turned to Thrawn. “Admiral L/n retired for the evening, citing that they were not feeling well. They left the report on the naval conflict in your office, sir.”

Not feeling well? That was more than enough for concern. He hummed again and ordered for the crew to proceed to make the jump to hyperspace while he strode out of the the bridge in search of you. If his love was suffering, he was going to be there to help. 

He went to his office first; expecting to find you curled up in his chair there as per your usual routine. But you were not. The only sign you’d even been there was the added datapad and a chair that had been slightly scooted out. Thrawn left his office soon after, datapad in hand, and headed for his quarters next. You weren’t there either but...your favorite blanket was missing from its spot neatly folded at the foot of your shared bed. That left one other spot for you to retire to. Your quarters...on the other side of the ship. This was unusual for you. You’d confessed that you hated being so far away from his office. For you to go there of your own volition was odd. 

Thrawn got to your room quickly, aided by the rarity that no one needed to speak to him at the moment, and entered just as quickly-you never bothered to change your access code he noted. What he found upon stepping into your room was not what he was expecting to find. 

Thrawn could barely see a tuft of your hair peeking out from underneath a mountain of blankets. He noted that the drawer still holding the uniforms you hadn’t moved to his quarters was open with your lighter uniforms haphazardly hanging out. It seemed as though you had been after your heavier and warmer uniforms and had neglected to tidy up again before hiding beneath the beneath. You were evidently freezing then-had you fallen prey to a fever?

“Y/n?” Thrawn called out and he saw movement on the bed. There was a mumbled reply back. The Grand Admiral stepped into the room completely, letting the door slide shut behind him, and calmly began refolding and putting away the strewn about uniforms. He had been correct though-your warmer uniforms were not in the bottom of the drawer of your dresser. “Care to tell me why you are hiding away in your old room beneath,” he paused long enough to cast his eyes over to the bed, “five or so blankets?” 

“No.” He barely heard the flat response but it was enough to make him pause. “It’s dumb anyways.” You continued and now Thrawn stopped entirely and began to approach the bed. You were never like this no matter how miserable you were, you always maintained a sense of decorum even when around him. “I’ll be fine in a bit.” There was no mistaking the bitterness in your tone. 

Thrawn tilted his head at where you lay though you could not see him. His brow furrowed as he attempted to piece together what was going on. “Have I...done something to upset you, my dear?” It would not be unheard of. Thrawn was new to the idea of relationships just as you were-bumps were bound to come up, was this one of them? 

The chiss approached and sat on the edge of the bed, near enough to where you lay. He was at least relieved to see the blankets shift enough for you to poke your face out and speak to him. “No, my love, it’s nothing you’ve done.” Your voice was soft now, the bitterness from earlier pushed away to be dealt with later. The grand admiral hummed and scanned over your exposed face. You look tired, he noted, and small. Your movements were slow and stiff-every articulation looked painful. And you weren’t nearly as chatty nor affectionate as you would have been if you were in good health. 

“Then what is wrong? One of the officers informed me that you had retired because you felt ill. Is that truly the case?” He pressed, leaning towards you on one hand. 

You rolled your eyes at the news. “Dirty snitch.” With a huff you began to hide away once more but Thrawn pulled the blankets farther down to stop you. 

“You say that as if I would not go looking for you when I did not find you in our quarters.” He pressed and he saw you shy away, embarrassment taking over. He saw your lips move and knew that noise had left you but for the life of him he could not figure out what you said. “Pardon?” 

“Our quarters are too cold.” It was still hard to understand, your voice mumbly and the consonants unpronounced but he heard you all the same. 

His brow furrowed and his lips pursed before he was aware of it. “What do you mean? I specifically requested our quarters be kept at 22 degrees. Was I misinformed? Is that not the correct temperature you humans find the most agreeable?” 

You went so far as to reach a hand up to placate him, a grimace on your face the whole while your bare skin was exposed to the air. “No, Thrawn, it is. But...it’s too cold.” He said nothing and waited for you to elaborate. “Normally it’s manageable but today...I went in there and tried to get warm but I-I couldn’t. So...” So you came here, Thrawn finished in his head before something else jumped out at him. 

“Manageable? So, you mean to say that you have always been too cold in our quarters? Why did you not tell me?” The Grand Admiral couldn’t help but huff. 

“I didn’t tell you because I know Chiss’ body temperatures run higher than humans’-I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’d already raised the room by ten degrees.” You mumbled to him and Thrawn felt any anger he had diminish. 

“Ch’eo ch’acah...” Thrawn sighed. “You need not worry about me. Chiss are adaptive. I will be fine no matter what.” He could see you wilt, attempting to hide once more. He didn’t let you. “Will you come back with me?” 

You shook your head which startled Thrawn before lifting the covers off of you. “Can we stay here for now? I’m finally getting warm.” The chiss let out a small huff in amusement before standing up. You watched as he carefully undid the top of his uniform. “What are you doing?” 

Without pausing he answered, “I understand that skin to skin contact is very helpful when trying to warm someone up.” In one fluid motion he pulled off his top and placed it on your nightstand which left his chest bare to you. He was keenly aware of the way you were gaping at him and it made a small, smug smile stretch over his face. Thrawn signalled for you to scoot over as he kicked off his boots and picked up the datapad he had brought before he slid into the bed. Thrawn snaked his arm around you and pulled you flush against him and for your own sake, he pretend not to notice the sigh of relief that slipped from you. You curled closer and pressed your face into his neck, immediately starting to warm up. “For future reference, what temperature is agreeable for you?” He asked after a moment of just letting you cuddle close. 

There was a beat of silence as you thought about it. “29. I think.” Thrawn’s brow furrowed for a second before it dawned on him-you’d spent your whole life on Tattooine, a planet known for its two suns and extraordinary heat. No wonder. 

“Noted.” He stated simply and he felt a slight chuckle slip from you. Little else was said as Thrawn pulled you closer once more. He could feel you beginning to drift off, your breaths evening out, and your hand that rested on his chest beginning to relax. “Get some rest, ch’eo ch’acah. I will be here when you wake.” You hummed in response but that is all he got out of you before you officially fell asleep, safe and warm against him. It brought a smile to his face. With a sigh of his own, he made sure he had a secure grip on your sleeping form before turning his attention to the report awaiting him. 

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[sassyhobbits]

....tinder au??🥺 not to rush u ofc! but i’m having a rough time in school right now and an update would really make my week better🤍

you sent this ask at just the right time! i just finished it up! sorry for the lack of writing. school is also giving me a rough time rn as well! but!!! we will persevere!!!

also im a little buzzed so i hope this is coherent

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3

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Rowan didn’t really enjoy dressing up, could go his entire life without attending another large, social gathering. And yet… he had let Aelin convince him to take her to a wedding.

He had forced himself into his nicest suit because Aelin told him to. He sensed that this was something he didn’t want to argue with her about, so he did it with minimal complaint. He figured that it wouldn’t be that bad in the grand scheme of things, and the open bar was certainly a perk.

Not to mention, Aedion would be there well. In fact, Rowan was on his way to his coworkers apartment where he would meet up with the rest of them before heading to the wedding. Apparently, Aedion got roped in as well. His and Aelin’s family were old friends with the groom’s family.

Rowan checked his watch as he climbed the stairs, ensuring he wasn’t late lest he give Aelin a reason to be cross with him. It seemed he was making good time.

Rowan knocked politely, the door swinging open quickly and revealing a surprisingly well-dressed Aedion, who was nursing a bottle of beer.

“Hey man,” he said, clasping forearms with Rowan. “How’re you doing? You want a beer?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

Rowan stepped into the apartment, lingering in the living room as Aedion slipped into the kitchen. The room was decorated simply, but it was clean. His eyes caught on a few old photographs, picturing what must have been a young Aedion and Aelin together, smiling smiles too large for their little faces.

Aedion reappeared, handing him the beer.

“I can’t believe Aelin conned you into this,” Aedion commented, leaning against the back of the couch. “But, I gotta say, I’m glad you’re coming.”

“Is the company there gonna be that bad?”

“Yes. But I also know Aelin’s doing this to piss off her ex. And I was never a big fan of him. I think it’s going to be funny.” Aedion finished off his beer, glancing at the clock mounted on the wall with a sigh. “Those girls are gonna make us late. Lys! Are you nearly done?”

“You can’t rush perfection!” Lysandra’s voice called from upstairs.  

Aedion shook his head fondly with a playful chuckle, clearly used to waiting on the girls.

They chatted casually until Rowan was finished with his beer. It was then that a door opened from upstairs, followed by feminine laughter and the clicking of heels.

Lysandra descended first, looking perfectly elegant in an emerald slip dress that brought out the green in her eyes. She tossed her raven hair over her shoulder as she caught Aedion’s eye, sending him a bright and loving smile.

Rowan barely heard the two of them complimenting one another, all thoughts flying from his head at the sight of the woman walking down the stairs.

Aelin looked stunning, though Rowan knew stunning wasn’t really strong enough of a word to describe her in this instance.

She wore a golden silk dress that hit just above the knee. The conservativeness of the length was offset by the way it hugged each and every curve, as if it had been sewn on to her body specifically. Thin straps held it over her shoulders, leaving her toned arms bare. Aelin’s hair had been straightened and left hanging freely in a gleaming sheet down her back. It was then that Rowan realized how rarely he got to see her with her hair down. When Aelin was working or working out, it was always tossed up in a bun or a ponytail. It suited her. She wore a necklace, and it wasn’t until she got closer that Rowan was able to see that the pendant was a golden sword. It was strangely fitting.

She was slipping something into her clutch, barely even noticing Rowan until she nearly walked through him. Her eyes snapped up, the stunning turquoise color brought out by her eyeshadow look. Her gaze traveled from his feet to the top of his head, assessing and nothing more.

“You clean up better than I expected,” Aelin said simply.

Rowan wished he had something witty up his sleeve, but seeing Aelin in that dress had left his mind in shambles. He was only able to grind out a curt, “Thanks.”

She held his gaze for a moment longer, leaving Rowan to wonder what was going through her head. Before he had much more time to ponder it, she swept away, grabbing a jacket by the door.

“So, is everyone ready?” she asked.

“In case you didn’t notice,” Aedion drawled. “We were all waiting for you two.”

Aelin ignored the tiny quip, smoothing down the sides of her dress. “Well then, let's get going. We have a wedding to attend.”

…

The ride to the venue was uneventful. Aelin sat in the back besides Rowan while Aedion drove them all. The car was filled with friendly chatter back and forth, pop music droning on in the background.

Aelin tried to stop herself from sending sly glances towards Rowan. He looked good tonight. Really good. Rowan was hot on a day to day basis, something that not even his drab PT uniform could hide. But tonight, all cleaned up and dressed in something nice, Rowan was unfairly handsome.

Her only solace was knowing that he was checking her out too. Aelin knew she looked amazing tonight. Part of it was for herself, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that part of it was to gain Rowan’s attention. She had been successful in that endeavor.

Aelin wasn’t stupid. She knew Rowan found her attractive just as Rowan knew she found him attractive. They had been ready to go out and probably bang until they realized that they were coworkers. Aelin had agreed to keep it professional, but she would be lying if she said that she didn’t want something more with him.

Soon enough, Aedion was parking the car outside the venue. They filed out, Aelin smoothing and straightening her dress, a sort of heaviness in her gut as she looked towards where the ceremony would be held. Although she was excited to see Dorian, and happy that he had found love, she was less than excited about seeing Chaol again.

The scent of pine and snow surrounded her just as Rowan came up to her side.

“You ready?” Aelin asked him, to which he gave a stiff nod. “Good. Don’t embarrass me.”

Rowan scowled, but held out his arm for her regardless. Aelin took it, stepping close to his side, trying to ignore how nice the warmth of his body felt against her own.

It was time to get this over with.

…

The ceremony was simple yet beautiful. Any idiot could see how in love Dorian and Sorscha were with one another. Aelin had only met the bride on a few occasions, but she liked her. Sorscha looked stunning in a flowy gown that made her brown skin glow.

Aelin pointedly ignored Chaol even though he stood right by Dorian the entire time. Instead, she looked at the maid of honor, Yrene, who her ex was now dating. Through talking to Dorian, Aelin had learned that Chaol and Yrene had met through Sorscha. Apparently, the two women worked at the same hospital and were close friends.

Yrene was a beautiful woman with kind eyes. Aelin knew in her gut that she would like her once they got to talking. Perhaps they would find time to chat through the night.

The ceremony ended with a sweet kiss and the happy couple going off to take some photographs. For the guests, it was time to cocktail.

Rowan, at least, was playing the part of a boyfriend well. Without complaint, surprisingly. He held her hand as they went towards where cocktail hour was being held, a steady presence. He even chatted with her, asking her questions about how she knew Dorian. When she whispered snide comments about other guests, he even laughed a few times. It was… nice, she supposed. She was having a good time with him.

Lysandra and Aedion were swept up by Dorian’s parents, leaving Aelin and Rowan by themselves.

The more they drank, the more comfortable they became. It was easier to laugh, easier to forget why they had put distance between them to begin with. They had been pretty good at avoiding conversation with others to begin with, but Aelin knew it was only a matter of time before they crossed paths with someone.

“So what do we say if someone asks how we met?” Rowan asked as they grabbed another drink from the bar.

“We tell them the truth,” Aelin deadpanned. “Sexting on tinder.”

Rowan choked on his whiskey. “We cannot say that.”

“Fine. We can be boring and say we met at work.”

Rowan laughed, and Aelin realized how much she loved the sound. She liked how it softened his normally stony face, made him appear younger, lighter. She could get used to seeing him like this.

They turned from the bar, taking a few steps into the crowd, only to come face to face with the reason Aelin had dragged Rowan along to begin with.

“Aelin,” Chaol Westfall greeted, offering a shaking and awkward smile. “Hi.”

The smile that had been painted on Aelin’s face faltered slightly. She had been enjoying her time with Rowan so much she had forgotten why she had wanted him by her side to begin with.

“Chaol,” Aelin said, smiling tightly. “It’s good to see you again.”

Yrene was on his arm, looking stunning in a deep purple dress, curly hair loose and voluminous. Her honey eyes were bright and kind as she smiled at Aelin.

“You too,” Chaol said, before motioning towards the woman beside him. “This is Yrene. My girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Yrene greeted, reaching out and shaking her hand. “I love your dress.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ve been looking at your shoes all night.” Aelin put a hand on Rowan’s shoulder, pressing herself to his side. “This is Rowan.”

Aelin watched carefully as they all shook hands and greeted one another, carefully studying facial expressions and body language. She had wondered if this would be awkward and tense but… it was normal.

Aelin and Chaol had ended on terrible terms, treating one another like actual shit. She remembered the insults thrown, the glares when they happened to be in the same room. But maybe… maybe they had gotten better. Maybe some time and distance had eased away the worst of the anger and toxicity. She didn’t look at Chaol and feel bad anymore she felt… nothing.

But she could tell that Chaol had Yrene and he cared very much about her.

And Aelin had…

Well, she didn’t really have anyone but…

She looked to Rowan, and for once didn’t try to avoid the longing that swelled in her chest. She wished she had him.

…

Aelin sat down at her table, sipping at a glass of champagne and watching the people on the dancefloor sway slowly to the soft music playing.

The rest of the evening had gone by smoothly. Aelin enjoyed the time she spent with her friends, getting to see Dorian again even though she couldn’t steal much of his time. All and all, it had been fun.

The night was winding down, people filtering out slowly, but there were still those who lingered for a few more dances. Dorian danced with his new wife, both looking at one another with so much love Aelin could feel it from where she sat. Lysandra smiled and laughed and Aedion twirled her around. Chaol held Yrene to his chest as they swayed slowly, lost in their own world.

Aelin sighed and rested her chin on her palm, watching them all move.

There was the sound of footfalls coming her way, stealing her attention from the dance floor. She looked up and found Rowan standing before her, looking to where her gaze was just focused but glancing back at her with a raised brow.

“Do you want to dance?”

Aelin blinked in surprise, sure she had heard him incorrectly. Rowan didn’t seem like the type of man who enjoyed dancing but… the offer hung there.

“You don’t have to,” Aelin said softly. “You did your part.”

“I can tell you want to dance. So, let’s dance. It’s almost time to go anyway.”

Aelin hesitated a beat, studying Rowan’s expression carefully. She didn’t want him to do anything he was uncomfortable with, yet his face showed nothing but sincerity. Rowan held out a hand towards her, brow raised as if to say Well? Are you coming?

A hesitant smile found its way onto Aelin’s face, but she accepted his hand, letting him guide her to her feet. Rowan led her to the center of the dance floor, placing a polite hand on her hip, the other clutching her own. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Aelin could have sworn time stopped. Maybe she had imagined it, but she was almost sure she saw a flash of the same longing she felt in his eyes.

They began to sway slowly to the music. It was a little awkward at first, but as time passed and the notes rang out, the tension lessened. They moved closer and closer to one another, until to a stranger they might have actually appeared to be a regular couple. It felt more natural than Aelin expected it to.

As the songs played, they kept sending one another shy smiles. Aelin wasn’t sure at what point she rested her head against Rowan’s chest as they danced, but she never wanted that moment to end.

It was a shame that the reception was inching to a close, that the night of being close to Rowan would end. It was a shame that, come the morning, they would go back to being strangers once more.

But, for tonight, Aelin was content to pretend.

[fanfiction-funtime]

I have many ideas now

Anastasia x reader kind of a first meeting thing? Like they see each other and feel their heart skip a beat or something and then one just goes up and says hi and then

Conversation😳😳

And then also Anastasia taking the reader to meet the sprites and seeing how wonderful they are with her siblings and just 😳😳😳

Sorry I’m no thoughts only Anastasia rn

Finally getting around to this bestie! The lizards are running at mach three around their rocks.

Slow start I think but when i get to the family part i think it goes well.

And I'm trying to use inclusive options for height and such, you'll know it when you see it. Tell me what you think of it!

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You had no idea how you had gotten so lucky.

You had been crushing hard on Anastasia from afar, she always carried herself with such distinction and poise, when she walks into a room it's like she owns the place. Her actions, words, even her heavy Schneznayan accent makes her seem like royalty from old books of knightly kings in shining armor.

So when you went up to her, trying to see if you could subtly ask her(read: be painfully obvious in your desperation to be her lover), you expected to be shot down in the same way most people were by her. With the dreaded, "oh you want to be super best friends? Sure!".

You did NOT expect her to literally steam off her skin and turn into a cryosprite.

"I-uh-I would-it be-I-s-sure we can date!" The Sprite barely managed out before fainting into your arms.

(Basically the Story x Anastasia Interaction chain but it ends differently)

And now you're sitting in Wangsheng funeral parlor getting dressed up by Hu Tao who's laughing her ass off.

"You-you fuckin-baHAH! YOU ASKED OUT A FUCKIN GOD'S DAUGHTER? LIKE THAT? AHAHA!"

"Come on Hu, I'm already embarrassed enough here! No need to kill me with it!"

"Well your already dressed for the occasion!"

"HU!"

The you were learning tea ceremony from Zhongli.

"No no, you need to pour it PROPERLY. You know how important this is for Anastasia!"

"Yes sir!"

"...also why do you look like a corpse?"

"Dont ask."

The you were learning how to pour vodka like tea from Venti.

"Look (y/n), even if you don't drink it you have to k no ow how to pour it for her. To my sister, Vodka is far more than just alchohol, it's a means to connect with their best friend. Pour it right, and you'll basically have their heart in your hands."

"This advice doesn't make much sense..."

"Why else do you think I drink dandelion wine?"

"To forget."

"HA! I wish..."

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(If your religion or beliefs prevent you from even touching alchohol)

You also ran into Dainsleif.

"I heard you're going to date Anastasia. She's my best friend's daughter so her happiness is extremely important to me, but since you can't touch alchohol it would be a bit difficult to get the perfect date. So I made you these," he handed you a pair of white and real gloves, "they use magnetism-er-a special scientific force to hold alchohol without physical contact."

"How does that-"

He sighed, "Khaen'rian majiks."

"OH SWEET!"

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And after all that, it was finally time for your date.

Diluc set up a special picnic gazebo out in starsnatched cliff for you two, and Xiangling and Diona were hired to serve you both food.

When you asked Anastasia about why and how such an extravagant date came to be she said that her father had many favors, and even more friends who had favors.

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(Ok I have no idea how to write the date. Imagine it how you want, and send a first date prompt if you want. For now, let's skip to introducing you to the family!)

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"A-are you sure about this, Anastasia?"

"Of course darling," she says, pulling your head onto her (shoulder/chest/stomach/waist depending on your height), "my dad will love you! My siblings even more so!"

She (brushed bangs out of your eyes/straightened your hair/pet your head/carefully fixed a small wrinkle in your head wrapping) then put a symbol on your hand, "just keep one rule in mind: dont ask for Junior's name."

Suddenly you were sucked into Anastasia's fake vision, which turned out to also be a conduit to a serenitea pot dimension!

As you looked around the floating island, taking in the Inazuman themed furnishings, complete with a rock garden and samurai statues! In the center of it all was a grand building that reminded you of a painting of the ancient, pre-Baal era Inazuma capital.

"Amazing isn't it?" Anastasia said as she took your hand, "reminds us all of home. Come on, let me show you the inside!"

Inside you found her family waiting patiently at a table, with one empty seat...

Prick

"Ow!" You responded.

A Dendrodsprite slinkied up your back and on to your shoulder.

"Hmmm, (your blood type), (Teyvat ethnicity), and.....quite familiar with the.....divine..."

"Leafy, sit down. This is an important part of their relationship." Came a commanding voice from behind a paper curtain.

A light shone from behind the curtain causing a cloaked silhouette to appear on it, the silhouette then stood up and walked out from behind the curtain and into the room.

He wore a multicolored cloak going from a hooded and half masked head and extending to just below his knees, and beneath that he wore black colored leather.

"My name is Spritefather, and I do believe you're name is (y/n)." he said.

"Y-yes sir!"

"Oh please no news to be so formal," he says as he tale the seat on the other end of the table from you, in the seat facing him to the door, "call me dad."

______________________

The dinner was going smoothly. You were Introduced to Anastasia's siblings, and they all seemed to like you.

Then Spritefather asked, "so, when can I expect grandkids?"

Anastasia spit out her drink, and you choked a bit on your food.

"FATHER!"

"What? Kids are great!"

______________________

(If your infertile, unwilling, or otherwise can't her pregnant despite having the necessary orgaans. And if your afab then you know about Sprites being able to on get women pregnant without the neccessary organs)

_____________________

"S-sorry sir, but...I'm afraid I can't (get pregnant/get your daughter pregnant). I'm..."

Anastasia speaks up for you. Knowing how uncomfortable you feel about it, "they're (to afraid of pregnancy/infertile/any problem I do not know of that you may have). But they're a great person!"

"Y-yes sir! I may not be able to give you grandkids, but I can give you the happiest-"

"OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY!" Spritefather shouted, crying, "IF I HAD KNOWN I NEVER WOULD HAVE ASKED!"

Spritefather flies towards you and cradles you in his arms, but chances are he's far more afraid of you being upset than you are upset

"It's ok! As long as you make her happy you can date her! And I'm so sorry I made you uncomfortable! You're my lovely child in law and your perfect just as you are!"

He hugged you the entire dinner(unless you asked him to stop).

_____________________

(If your Afab)

"Well, there's a problem there..."

"Is it about you being a woman? If so that's hardly a problem for Sprites."

"I'm-wait what?"

Anastasia chuckled, "yeah...I was going to tell you eventually....see since we can change forms at will, we don't really have such problems..."

_____________________

(If your amab or otherwise have the necessary organs)

"I-welll..M-maybe after we-"

"Father, you know how awkward that is to ask!"

"Oh come on. They already knew it was possible, so you can't tell me you never thought of it-"

"FATHER!"

_____________________

(If you prefer to adopt)

"Well we were thinking, after we get married," you began.

Anastasia held your hand, "we would adopt."

"That's WONDERFUL!" Spritefather shouted in excitement, "so when's the wedding!?"

"FATHER!"

_____________________

I am not quite sure how to continue this. Honestly it's not even my adhd, it's just not really any ideas. It was a bit hard to write for the kids part, as I know reader insert fics are done for self fulfilling fantasies (which is perfectly fine) so I wanted to include scenarios for every type of person I could. And I really hope I didn't leave anyone out.

I hope it was good enough for you story! If you have any extra prompts that'd be great!

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

Also remember, if you want to be tagged just tell me.

[maggielindemanns]

all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[NINETEEN PART TWO]

[note: i’m putting my note here at the top this time but here is nineteen part two aka how the date went! i’m like . Scared to put my writing up but you know what, fear is my enemy and i’m posting to spite her so ! here is 3k words of elu date in the amu-verse i love you guys giving you all smooches on your foreheads <3 was gonna post this yesterday but i was attacked by the river i went tubing at so here she is rn instead <3]

    Thoughts of nerves and excitement were crashing into each other and around the walls of Eliott’s head space at a million miles a second as he made his way to Lucas’ dorm. His heart didn’t even feel like it was beating at this rate, more like slamming against his rib cage and rattling up the butterflies existing in his stomach. He made sure to send Lucas a warning text once he was down the hall — “countdown from 30 & i’ll be there”. Lucas, 'ever the charmer having such a way with words, simply loved the text in lieu of an actual response.

Once in front of Lucas’ door, he took a deep breath before knocking gently, stepping back after to await an answer. Every second felt like forever to him, especially when he could hear Lucas shuffling around on the other side of the door. He just couldn’t wait to do this, he couldn’t wait to actually have Lucas to himself for real.

Lucas opening the door suddenly pulled Eliott from his thoughts, overwriting the mess in his head with thoughts of Lucas instead. He looked at Eliott, seeming pleasantly surprised, and smiled brightly at him. Eliott wanted to give him the world and then some.

“Demaury,” he greeted, “hey.”

“Hey yourself. Ready to go?”

“Of course. You look so good, I’m kinda jealous. Am I under dressed?”

“No, you’re perfect.”

“Oh stop,” Lucas scoffed, starting to lead the way out already, “let’s go before you hit me with any more corny lines.”

Eliott just smiled, following Lucas close behind. He got the door for Lucas going out of his building, grabbing his hand before he could walk too far ahead. Lucas didn’t let go, though, actually giving his hand a squeeze and smiling at him. The silence as they walked to Eliott’s car hand in hand was comfortable and familiar, and Lucas loved it.

When they both got into the car, Eliott went to start it, but hummed as if remembering something. Lucas watched Eliott reach into the back seat as he put his seat belt on, his brows furrowed.

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, and Eliott wordlessly presented a lavender rose, seeming proud of himself. He looked between the rose and Eliott a few times before dumbly asking, “Is that for me?” and Eliott nodded, handing it to him. He turned it over in his hands before looking at Eliott again, his chest tight with the slight urge to cry. Yes, he was emotional over a single flower, sue him.

“I didn’t take you as the type for grand gestures,” Eliott explained, “but... something small to remember tonight is nice, right? Even if everything goes to shit and you hate me after this, at least we started on the right foot.”

“I could never hate you, this is so sweet, Eliott. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. You deserve nice things. Always.”

Lucas just smiled slightly and watched Eliott start his car, starting to tell a story about a basil plant he accidentally killed. Lucas found himself oddly endeared by that, as well as his story about how he Jackson Pollock-ed his way through an entire semester. That led Lucas to tell him stories of how he tried multiple times to get out of gym back in high school with absurd ailments, one time even trying to use appendicitis as an excuse. That cracked Eliott right up, and Lucas was proud of that. He loved making Eliott laugh, it was his favorite thing.

They eventually were pulling into the parking lot of a very cozy looking building. “Len’s Den” was lit up brightly across the top of the building on a sign, and vased plants marked the entrance, along with a glowing, red open sign. Eliott shut the engine off after putting the car in park and looked at Lucas.

“I told him about you,” is what came out of Eliott’s mouth. Lucas must’ve made a face of confusion because Eliott laughed a bit before elaborating. “Len, I told Len.”

“Like...owner, Len?”

“Yeah. It sounds so random, but he’s been looking out for me since high school. I’ve done it all in here — cried, yelled, laughed, all three at the same time maybe?” Lucas chuckled at that, and Eliott smiled a little. “Point is, Len’s taken care of me in ways I don’t have words good enough to thank him for. He’s important to me, and so are you. I hope it was okay that I did.”

I told him about you. He’s important to me, and so are you. Those words were echoing in Lucas’ brain, doing a number on his emotions. It was heady to think that he was important to Eliott, so much so that he wanted to tell people about him.

“Yeah, that’s—I’m honored. That’s always okay, really.”

There was a beat of silence between them, the two of them just smiling and looking at each other for a moment. Eliott broke their gaze by starting to get out and Lucas followed suit, his nerves creeping back up on him suddenly.

How he was supposed to last an entire night of Eliott being Eliott was something he wasn’t sure of. Maybe if he didn’t think about it too much, the obvious would become clear - that being with each other was easy. They’ve done this before. Easy.

Upon entering, a few things caught Lucas’ eye - the photo booth in a far corner surrounded by countless strips of pictures, a piano set in the corner across, art littering the walls that resembled things he’s seen in Eliott’s apartment. Other pictures and band posters covered the walls, too, but nothing Lucas was familiar with. Eliott grabbing one of his hands and gently pulling him along shifted his focus back to him.

“You’ve got your thinky face on,” Eliott told him, “what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, I just...like how you this place is.”

“Just screams art-kid-trying-to-find-a-place-in-the-world, huh?” he asked with a crinkle of his nose. Lucas smiled and nodded.

“Oh, a hundred percent, yes. Now let’s get some mac and cheese bites in our system, they are what brought us here after all.”

Eliott brought them over to the bar space where they sat close to each other, Eliott noting Lucas’ slight struggle to get onto the tall chair. He laughed a little on accident, and Lucas kicked his chair, mumbling for him to shut up.

Lucas let Eliott kind of take the lead here, ordering for the both of them with confidence that Lucas admired. Eliott in his element was always lovely to witness, no matter what. Conversation points never ran out as they sat and chatted (even when the heavenly bites did, Lucas ate two rounds of them), and Eliott even got him to take photo booth pictures with him at one point. Lucas being fussy about how the pictures were coming out made Eliott laugh so, so much. Lucas was shocked no one came over and was concerned with what was happening in this booth.

“To have not wanted to take these to begin with, you sure have a lot of opinions,” Eliott teased, and Lucas rolled his eyes, pushing his head gently and telling him to focus. Being in close proximity like this with a beautiful boy like Lucas was not helping him in the crush department, not by any means.

To only be date number one, Lucas felt like he had known Eliott forever, and the idea scared him a little bit. To know someone for only a handful of weeks and feel like everything is new and yet so familiar and safe between them already was a lot for him. He didn’t usually do this, he didn’t usually allow himself to get to this point. Infatuation with no return. But he kind of liked it. A lot.

Soon enough, it was just the two of them left as patrons, the only other person in the store being Len himself, waiting to lock up. He didn’t even make an attempt to kick them out, though, and Lucas had a feeling Eliott had something to do with that. Rather than dwell on that thought, however, Lucas found himself wandering over to the piano, Eliott following close behind.

“Piano’s lovely,” he commented, taking a seat. Lucas took note of all the etching done into the piano, making him wonder if one day he would get to add to them. There were people's initials inside hearts, stickers scattered on it, and messy scrawl in sharpie of people who came here before him. He pat the seat next to him to get Eliott to sit beside him and he did, their knees touching and arms brushing against each other.

“It’s old as shit, honestly. In tune, though. I tagged it somewhere way back when, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Somewhere here...” His voice trailed off as he scanned the surface of the piano with his eyes, eventually humming in recognition and pointing for Lucas to see. Lucas smiled, realizing it was a raccoon, and nudged his arm gently. “What?”

“You and these raccoons, Demaury.”

“Spirit animal, what can I say.”

“Oh man, you’re a trip,” he sighed, plucking a few random keys of the piano. Eliott started laughing and Lucas gave him a look. “What?”

“Nothing. Just wanna say Len’s got a triangle if you wanna mess with that instead.”

“Oh, shut up, as if you play.”

“I’ll have you know I can play the Star Wars theme,” he scoffed, starting to pluck out the first few keys. “Mmh, and I do a mean Für Elise cover.”

“Cover? What the hell?”

Eliott simply started playing the first few notes slowly but surely. It sounded familiar to Lucas’ ears, at least until Eliott started playing a bunch of meaningless mess. Lucas laughed at that genuinely, like, belly aching laughter. Eliott stopped playing and looked at him, something warm erupting in his chest resembling love, but not quite there yet. Adoration, maybe, but strong. So strong, Eliott had to refrain from just grabbing his face and kissing him right then and there. He almost couldn’t think of anything else as he sat there, smiling fondly at the boy beside him.

Lucas wiped at his eyes, calming down after a minute or so and looked at Eliott, clearly amused. He cleared his throat and tried to be serious, nodding once. Eliott tried to stop smiling too, but he knew he was failing greatly.

“Mister Demaury, I have to say,” Lucas spoke, “I think you have a fine career as a pianist in the near future.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why thank you. Means a lot from you, you know, since you’re an expert and all.” Lucas got the sense that Eliott was teasing him a little, and he looked at him, squinting a bit. “What? I was being genuine.”

“No, you weren’t, you’re an asshole.”

“Well. Prove me wrong, c’mon.”

“Let me think,” Lucas told him, sitting up properly and getting his hands on the keys. He decided to play one of the only songs that came to mind right now, one of the first songs he ever learned - I Love You by RIOPY.

He plucked out the opening keys slowly, feeling Eliott’s eyes on him, watching intently. Once he got a good feel for the piano, he played with more confidence and ease, not missing a beat. He surprised himself, granted he hadn’t played much in a while with school and everything, but he was glad he still had it in him. As focused as he was, he felt Eliott’s eyes shift to his face, and that made him glance over at him mid-playing, taking note of the glint of wonder in his eyes. He looked away before he could start to think about it too much, but what he wasn’t aware of was how Eliott decided that in this moment, he liked surprising people. And Lucas was surprising.

When Lucas plucked out the final notes, he took his hands off and slowly looked at Eliott, who was smiling brightly. Lucas suddenly felt shy under his gaze - he’d never actually played anything for someone before, at least not a piece in seriousness like this. Silence hung between them for a moment before Eliott spoke.

“Way to show me up, Lallemant,” he said, and Lucas smiled back at him.

“It’s no Star Wars theme, but...” Lucas shrugged, non-verbally finishing the thought. Eliott kept looking at him and seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say next.

“Lucas, can I be honest with you?”

The question caught Lucas off guard, his heart hoping for the best but his brain thinking of worst case scenarios. He pushed those to the back of his mind, though, and nodded instead.

“I...am in so deep with you. The way I feel with you is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Eliott—“

“Forgive me if that’s super forward but...I have to tell you, I’d go nuts if I didn’t.”

“Can I be honest, too?”

“Sure.”

Lucas felt his heart beating in his ears, his nerves creeping up on him. Being with Eliott was the easy part. Having feelings for Eliott and sharing said feelings was the hard part.

“I really, really like you too,” he said finally, “more than anyone I’ve ever met. Ever.”

Several more beats passed between them, the silence becoming the loudest thing in the room. The tension was suddenly palpable, too, at least to Lucas, and every thought that passed through his brain became nothing but please kiss me, please kiss me, please kiss me.

As if able to hear Lucas’ thoughts, Eliott took hold of his face in his hands before leaning in, just close enough for Lucas to close his eyes for a moment. He opened them enough to look at him when nothing happened, and Eliott smiled just a little.

“Is it okay? To kiss you, is that okay?” he asked. Lucas scoffed, making Eliott laugh.

“Yes, obviously, please do,” he told him quietly, and in that moment, their lips met and Lucas felt whole.

It felt like Lucas had waited his whole life for this moment - the kiss that all the books he’s read and movies he’s seen in his life talked about. The kiss that had your skin thrumming with desire for more, that made life feel like a movie, like sparks were flying. That’s what it was like to kiss Eliott. It was better than he could ever imagine it being, and he wished he could bottle this feeling up and carry it with him everywhere at all times.

When Eliott pulled away, Lucas felt dizzy with it, slowly opening his eyes and his brain feeling like a bunch of exclamation points were going through it. Eliott started to smile, but Lucas leaned back in, kissing him one last time to make sure it was real.

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” Eliott whispered, and Lucas wanted to scream from the rooftops about this moment. He wanted to live in this moment and with this feeling for all time.

•••••••

Lucas woke up comfortably warm, almost too comfortably, swimming in clothes that were definitely not his own. The only sound in the room was the gentle hum of a fan and traffic passing outside, letting Lucas know he was not at his dorm. That, and the fact that the room was too big anyway. The bed was also dipping beside him and he turned his head to find a very sleep ridden Eliott laying beside him. Eliott looked like an angel, the sunlight hitting him in the most beautiful of ways. If Lucas was a photographer at all, he’d be trying to capture this moment.

“Time?” Lucas mumbled, and Eliott blindly grabbed his phone to look, squinting at how bright it was.

“9:17.”

“Jeez...”

“Good morning to you too,” Eliott laughed, and Lucas breathed deeply, snuggling closer to him. Eliott wrapped an arm around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, not saying anything else.

“You’re thinking so loudly right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. What?”

“Well...I’m lucky you’re here. Happy.”

“And?”

“I...have a proposition.”

“It’s 9:17 in the morning and you’re already using words like proposition? You’re unreal, Demaury.”

“Not the fact that I have one, just the word itself. You’re funny.”

“What’s your proposition?” he asked, looking up at him. Eliott continued to look up at his ceiling.

“My final. I want you in it. I want us to be in it.” Lucas made a curious noise, and Eliott continued. “I’ve struggled with a concept for months, like, since this course started, and I thought I had one. I really did. But I’m stuck with that and re-inspired, and...I want to do it on intimacy and human connection. I have to write a paper with it, so I wanna do that.”

Lucas sat up and looked at him, understanding what it had to do with him suddenly. Eliott looked at him, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.

“You hate it,” Eliott decided, and Lucas shook his head, running his hands through Eliott’s hair and smiling a little.

“No, just...intrigued, I guess. You’re makin’ a model out of me, Demaury, please just say you’re not putting us on a billboard.”

“No, no billboards,” he laughed, “just my professor. And the art panel at our school because they’re choosing one project to go in a gallery walk at the end of the semester.”

“Can we eat first? So I can think about it?”

“Of course. Please don’t be scared to tell me no, too, it’s okay,” Eliott insisted, grabbing one of his hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It’s just a thought right now.”

“Okay.”

“Is now the time to tell you I’m the worst chef on planet Earth? Or should I have kept that in the vault?”

“In the vault, I’m out of here now,” he teased, and Eliott pulled the pillow from under his head and hit Lucas with it, making him laugh out loud.

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[doodle--writes]

Hellooo Nurse!- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2,833

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Cursing, Sexual Jokes

Request: could i request an 2019!eddie kaspbrak x wife!reader where reader freaks out when eddie gets stabbed by bowers and she's the one to patch him up and he gets all cute and asking her to kiss it better and stuff but also being his usual self freaking about all of the germs and instructing her on how to stitch him and stuff? if that makes sense?

_____

It was barely afternoon when you got home from a half shift of work. The rest of your day would be on-call, meaning whenever someone needed help, they'd call you.

You opened the fridge, looking for something to eat and settle for leftovers of grilled salmon and rice before throwing it onto a plate and heating it up in the microwave.

You slid your shoes off and placed them on the rack in the closet.

You heard the microwave and your phone go off at the same time. You rushed over, opening the microwave to shut it up and accepted the phone call, putting it on speaker.

The plate was hot so you carefully pulled it from the microwave, giving your normal line.

"Hello I'm Y/N L/N-Kaspbrak from Grand Central Donor Center, how may I help you today?"

"Hey Y/N, it's Mike Hanlon."

You paused. "Excuse me, who?"

"Mike Hanlon. We're old friends from high school. Derry, remember?"

"I remember Derry, yes, but no Mike Han-"

"Y/N, It's back."

You felt as if the world had suddenly flipped, your whole sense of gravity and strength diminished. The plate dropped to the floor; the sound of shattering glass sounded nearly like an explosion in the quiet kitchen.

"Y/N? Are you alright Y/N?"

In reality, you were not fine. The only thing that kept you on your feet was the counter digging into your hip.

"Yeah, I just dropped a plate is all."

Mike started to talk more, letting you know what was going on, but you ended the call without warning because another pending call popped up at the top of the screen.

You answered it without an inkling of hesitation. "Eddie? Eddie, are you okay? I just got a call from-"

"Mike. Yeah, me too."

Something's wrong. Eddie talked sluggishly instead of his typical jabbering pace. You didn't trust his response at all.

"Eddie, baby, are you sure you're okay?" You put the phone on speaker once again so you could clean up the mess of salmon, rice, and broken glass.

He sighed, but a small chortle followed. "Our insurance premium is going to be pretty high this month."

You couldn't help but smile although you were worried. He just had a way of making you smile, even in the worst moments. "Eddie, just tell me what happened."

You heard a little hum that Eddie always made when he was nervous, but it was followed by a snicker. "Alright, I may have crashed the limo."

"Eddie! Oh my God wh- shit," you winced. You looked down to see that you cut yourself while picking up a shard of plate.

Then he was the one who was worried.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you alright?"

You stood to walk over to the sink to clean off the wound and grabbed a band-aid.

It had been Eddie's idea to have a box at every sink in the house and you didn't mind that considering your finger didn't look nor feel pretty.

"I'm okay Eds, just a tiny cut. I was trying to clean up a broken plate and well- you know how clumsy I can be."

"You're the clumsy one? I drove right into a taxi!" He paused for a moment. "Wait did you use peroxide on the cut? Did you pet pressure on it to clot the blood? Did you-"

You tried to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't. A loud giggle escaped and you heard Eddie make a small 'hmph' noise on the other end of the line. You smiled. "Eddie, honey, I'm an RN, I know what to do for a tiny cut. Stop worrying so much."

You could imagine Eddie going from a pout to a sheepish smile. "Yeah, yeah I know. I just worry."

"I know you do."

The blithe air quickly diminished, leaving a somewhat heavy and thick feeling in your throat.

After a moment Eddie asked, "We have to go back, don't we?"

By habit, you nodded even though Eddie wasn't there to see it. "We swore. All of us did. We're older now; it'll be easier."

After another moment of silence to gather his thoughts, all Eddie said was: "I'll be home soon."

___

When Eddie got home, the first thing he did was wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight as his stubble rubbed against your cheek.

You were safe there, wrapped up in the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his hug.

It was hard to tell how long you two stayed like that, but when he pulled away, he still kept a hand on you. It proved to him that everything he was going through was real.

You two booked an early flight the next day to Maine. Your airport was about a half an hour south of Derry.

Then came packing your bags. Now, being married to Eddie for thirteen years, you were used to how much he packed, but part of you was always surprised at how that list seemed to grow each time you took a trip together.

So when you saw Eddie coming up from the basement trying to carry four luggage bags, you ran over, taking two of them from him.

"Oh my God, honey, we don't need this many bags!"

Eddie beamed, setting two of them down at the top of the landing. "You're right, we need one more." He turned on his heel to march back down the stairs, but you stopped him by tugging on the collar of his shirt, making a small 'tsk tsk'.

"Eddie," you purred, "look at me."

Eddie obeyed, turning back towards you with wide, curious eyes. He wanted to hear whatever you had to say and you knew he'd listen. "We're only taking two of these with us and one backpack. Got it?"

He nodded and you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. "You're so cute, even at forty."

"You're even prettier at thirty-nine."

Your smile grew as you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You know," you traced a circle on the back of his neck with your nail, sending chills along his skin, "now that we remember our teenage years, how about we act like teens for a night? We do have until tomorrow."

Eddie's hands playfully squeezed your rear end. "I don't think I could ever turn that down."

______

Both you and Eddie were in fairly high spirits as you drove to the airport.

Last night may have (okay, it most definitely did) put the both of you in a better mood.

The entire drive to the airport was filled with the two of you singing along to songs from when you were kids and the sounds of impatient New Yorkers in traffic, which wasn't even a quarter as pleasant as the music.

Getting onto the plane was easy but once the mostly empty flight began, silence swelled between Eddie and yourself.

The both of you were thinking about the same thing.

"How did we end up together if we didn't remember our childhoods together?" You looked at Eddie, wondering if he had any sort of answer.

He looked to you. "We started dating when you were sixteen, I was seventeen. Didn't we?"

You nodded. "But I also distinctly remember starting to date you at twenty five."

Eddie thought for a moment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyebrows knitted together in thought.

"Well, if we take things we've confirmed are true, then after I moved away from Derry, I think I forgot about you, and you did the same. So when we met again years later, we thought we were strangers."

The thought of forgetting Eddie, someone so God damn important to you, made you feel queasy.

Eddie's hand moved onto yours, fingers intertwining. He smiled small. "We found each other. Even after forgetting and having a fucking clown mess with our minds, we found each other."

You smiled and kissed the ball of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

______

Jade of the Orient, that was the place. You looked up at the sign before walking inside, being greeted by a petite hostess.

She led you to the back of the restaurant and there were two figures you found vaguely familiar. Their features were ones you recognized, just aged from years of absence from each other's lives.

You found yourself in the warm embrace of Mike, who went on about how he knew 'you'd keep your promise'.

Next, you were nearly tackled into a hug by Bill, whose eyes were just as bright and as persuasive as they were as kids.

All of you sat and got to talking for a few minutes.

"So Y/N," Bill began, "what do you do for a living now?"

You smiled. "Oh well, I work at a medical donation center, but I work with plasma donations. Essentially what we do is draw blood, extract the plasma, and give you the blood back. The plasma is used to create medicines for diseases like HIV."

Mike nodded. "Sounds like an interesting job."

You nodded as well, thinking of what else to say before you heard a booming impression of Yacko from The Animaniacs.

"Well helllooo nurse!"

Your head snapped towards the entrance to see a man whose comedy specials you adored and who was your best buddy as kids.

"Richie fucking Tozier," you cheered, jumping from your seat and tackling Richie square in the chest for a hug.

"Well hello Y/N a God damn milf L/N!" He laughed, mocking the tone of your voice.

You smacked his arm. "Oh come on I'm not a milf!"

He put his hands up defensively. "Sure, sure says the milf."

You rolled your eyes, drawing him into a hug again. "Dude, I can't believe you made it! You're a god damn comedian! You did it you lucky bastard!"

Richie laughed, starting to make a joke, but you looked over to Eddie. His lips were drawn into a thin, unamused line and his arms were crossed in front of his chest like a little kid. You had forgotten about that too; whenever Richie made you laugh, Eddie would become pouty. The weird part about that was that Eddie only got jealous when it was Richie specifically.

You chuckled and strutted over, seating yourself in his lap. "Oh c'mon Eddie, don't pout." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

The others put the pieces together quick. Richie's jaw drops.

"Wait wait wait, you two are married?! How?! We all forgot!"

You laughed and nuzzled closer to Eddie. "Well, we found each other by accident. We didn't even realize that we had known each other in the past."

He looked at you, smiling soft.

"Man, you're whipped for her, huh Eds?"

Before Eddie could respond, Ben and Bev walked in. You jumped to your feet, running to give Beverly a hug.

"Now the party is really starting!"

_____

You wish you could say the remainder of your time at Derry was as lively as seeing your friends once again. You wish it was as peaceful.

It wasn't.

You were in your motel room answering a phone call from work. Shit. You forgot to tell them that you had a 'family' emergency.

During the middle of explaining, you heard a thud. You apologized before hanging up and stepping into the hallway. "Guys? Is that one of you?" The sight that hobbled out in front of you made you scream, making everyone in the townhouse run up the stairs.

Eddie waddled towards you, blood pouring out from his mouth and the side of his fucking face! You ran over to him, and he fell against you. He looked up at you, eyes wide. "Is it bad?"

As he asked, a fresh glob of blood spilled from his cheek. You looked to everyone behind you. "Anyone have anything fabric I can use to hold against this?"

From a lack of response, you assumed no and placed your hand snug against Eddie's cheek. They questioned him about what happened before running off to find Henry Bowers.

You ushered Eddie into your room, assuring them that you could handle it.

You carefully sat Eddie on the bed and pulled your hand away, strings of blood running from his cheek to your hand. Your palm looked like Beverly's bathroom twenty seven years prior. Eddie made a breathy noise like he was lightheaded. "You washed your hands recently, right? Because if any germs get into my blood then-"

You moved off of the bed, letting Eddie ramble while you searched for the first aid kit. "Yeah sweetie. It's habit for me to wash my hands constantly. Part of working in healthcare."

After a little more shuffling you found the kit and tore through it looking for a needle, thread, gauze, and athletic tape. Not to mention peroxide and cotton balls either. As soon as you had everything, you were sitting on the bed by Eddie's side. You handed him two cotton balls. "Stuff these in your cheek without pushing them through the wound, alright baby?"

He looked at you uncertain. "Are you sure that's sanitary? I mean think about the cotton fibers that could get stuck-"

You cut him off with a small kiss to his forehead. He then does as told, carefully placing the cotton balls in his mouth.

Next, you put peroxide on a cotton ball. You were about to dab it on the wound, but paused. "Eddie, if you need to grab me or squeeze me, you can. This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

He placed his free hand on your knee, but as soon as that cotton ball made contact, he winced, squeezing about five times as harder.

You hated seeing him in pain, so you tried to be as fast and thorough as possible.

After a minute or so, you were done you prepared for another painful part.

But you decided he could wait a little longer for stitches as you found a pain relieving medication. In no way was it over the counter, but Eddie usually took the children sized medications because he was afraid of becoming reliant on any normal drug. Considering his childhood, you understood why. But you grabbed him two Benadryl and had him wash them down the hatch with some water. You had him be extra careful considering the cotton balls in his mouth.

So then you waited for them to kick in.

The signal for that was when Eddie began to compliment you to an overbearing extent. Yes, you were flattered but also, your husband could be embarrassing.

He jumped a little and wriggled while you tried to give him stitches, but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"My face feels weird," he hummed, going to feel his stitches.

You quickly moved his hand away. "Be careful honey. It's fresh."

He pouted and you couldn't help but giggle. You had a feeling you'd be taking goofy videos of him all night for him to see in the morning.

You walked to the bathroom to see that everyone disappeared and a few patches of blood remained on the floor. You shook your head and grabbed a washcloth from the closet, dampening it before returning to Eddie.

As soon as you walked in, he started whining. "Y/N, it hurts," he puffed out his bottom lip. "Kiss it better."

"You are such a baby, but not the whiny kind; you're just cute," you giggled and walked over to him. You sat, pulling his head into your lap.

His cheeks turned pink and he gave you the same nervous smile he would as kids. You pushed his hair back and looked down at him. You show him the washcloth. "Now, this is to clean the blood off of you. After that, I'll kiss everything else better."

He laid there quietly, staring up at you adoringly while you cleaned the blood off of him.

After that was done, you set the towel on the nightstand to take care of later. You laid down next to Eddie and took his face between your hands. At first he looked confused. You laughed  quietly, calling him silly before pressing your lips against his; not too hard but filled with love.

You pulled away, smiling proud. "I told you I'd kiss it better, but I'm not done yet!" You proceeded to pepper kisses all over Eddie's face, earning giggles and squeals.

Finally, you put the gauze and tape over his cheek for good measure. You kissed the top, humming. "Alright, now I'm done."

Once you announced the completion of patching Eddie up, he pulled you down next to him without a sound. You moved so your head rested on Eddie's chest. Neither of you said it, but you both thought it.

I love you.

Requests OPEN

[thetriggeredhappy]

85 for EngieSpy please, also I'm a sucker for same faction

as a brief insight into the way stuff is rn i wrote and am posting this before i head to work in the morning and thats probably a commentary on my writing effort idk. (warnings for sappiness)

85.) “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

One of the things Engie simply needed to get used to with Spy was how particular he was about keeping clean.

He didn’t shower with everyone else, Engie was aware. He knew that because he knew the layout of the pipework on the base, and knew that there was another bathroom branching from Spy’s smoking room. He wasn’t sure how one would access it—maybe from the room directly via hidden entrances, maybe from somewhere else nearby. But Spy showered often, and he made trips often into town to get his clothes dry-cleaned and pressed. And when they were stationed away from civilization for a while, he knew Spy kept up the habit, washing and ironing his clothes himself.

That was one thing that did make Engie curious, though. The fact that Spy was so particular about staying pristine, and yet still he so often went to be with Engie in his workshop. Home to grease and oil and sawdust and rust and metal, always smelling faintly of spray paint.

He’d decided that there were a few options to explain what might be going on.

Firstly, that Spy was indeed a cleanly person, and just liked Engie enough to put up with his workspace, aware that he really did enjoy his work and therefore couldn’t be pulled away from it very easily.

Secondly, that perhaps Spy’s cleanliness was a charade, and he didn’t particularly care in any real way, and it was just something used to exude an air of superiority much in the same way his scalding speech and calculated body language did.

Thirdly, Spy’s cleanliness was something enforced in much the same way that a good portion of his secrecy was, that it was part of his job description in a similar way that Soldier’s involved him marching the halls and Sniper spending time in the watchtower and Scout running errands for everyone and Heavy being a peacemaker.

Well, that last one probably wasn’t in Heavy’s job description. He was just like that naturally. Regardless.

He tended to favor the first one, even if he was aware that believing it was the first one just made him a downright sap of a romantic. But in terms of being sappy and romantic, he’d never really beat the Frenchman, he knew. He settled for little gestures instead, leaving all the roses and candles and grand declarations to the other man to do.

Admittedly, as much as his grimy workshop was surely a hassle for Spy to deal with, there were things that Spy was about that he himself didn’t so much work well with. In the same way Spy balked at leaning on a sawdust-covered workbench, Engie fidgeted at headed out to nice dinners and the like for dates.

He’d grown up in a small town in the middle of nowhere—there was a price to privacy for a family of born-and-bred geniuses—and due to his grandfather’s and father’s paranoia and overall seclusion he never even really knew about having guests over. Dressing to the nines and headed to a restaurant so expensive they didn’t list prices, sampling wines and sitting with elbows always off the table and never pouring his own water and staring down at far too many forks before him, it was downright stressful. And worst of all that stress meant he often slipped, forgot the purpose of him being there, forgot to focus on his date.

So he made Spy do yet another compromise. At least half of their dates were decided by Engie rather than him. So he settled for small diners, family-owned types of places, full of the smell of the same coffee and the same pancakes and the same bacon and the same hash browns that had been served the past twenty years of the establishment being open. Places where instead of a suit plucked straight off a walkway in Europe, he wore a pair of pants stained with paint around the knees, and a long-out-of-style jacket that had been far too big for him when he’d nabbed it from some hapless frat boy in college and only now in his later years when he’d put on equal parts muscle and fat was starting to fit correctly.

Spy’s habits died hard. Engie was half sure he didn’t own a single shirt without buttons (besides his undershirt, but Engie was fairly sure walking out in that may as well have been the equivalent to walking outside in boxers), and his pants were spotless and pressed, and his shoes were shiny. But he did roll his sleeves up to his elbows, and didn’t tuck the shirt quite to neatly, and didn’t even bring a vest, which was a considerable leap down from the suits that he wore whose prices rivalled that of his old, beaten-down stick-shift truck.

Most often, Engie asked him out to breakfast. He didn’t necessarily have an opinion on most restaurants, but he knew when a diner had good breakfast food, and the one in town (at least, the one without wanted posters) most certainly did.

Sometimes he did ask Spy to dinner, though, on busier weekends, if only for the very different feeling of it.

Leaving one of the nice restaurants Spy was so kind as to take him to, Engie was still stiff, still just a bit embarrassed by the looks he’d garnered with his thick accent and his version of politeness, and wide awake as a result.

But walking out of one of those little diners, stomach full of food that was mostly grease, usually late at night (the places often being open until halfway between dusk and dawn), Engie was always relaxed, feeling well at ease, well calmed, satisfied.

He did watch as Spy surreptitiously tried to pull his sleeves down to cover more of his arms, a half-step behind as Engie went to the counter to pay. Night in the desert was a bitter kind of cold, the kind of cold that animals had to have evolved to tolerate, and suddenly Engie was a bit sympathetic towards the fact that the other man hadn’t brought his layers with him for once.

Waiting for his change, Engie finally just sighed, looking over Spy. Twig like him would practically freeze to death walking to the truck, let alone waiting for it to kick on what meager heat it could provide.

All at once he was shrugging off his jacket, pulling himself free of his sleeves, ignoring the goosebumps jumping up on his now-bare arms in protest. “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside,” Engie said simply.

Spy looked almost startled, holding up a hand and shaking his head on almost instinct. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly—“ he started to deny.

Engie rolled his eyes, draping the thing around Spy’s shoulders before he could further protest. He noted the slight bend Spy put to his back in order to allow such a thing. “Just take it,” he said, allowing himself a little smile.

He was somewhat surprised by the way Spy didn’t immediately start inspecting the coat over his shoulders, instead crossing his arms across himself to grip at it, pulling it on more securely, and looking over Engie’s face. He looked at his expression carefully, then glanced over his now-bare arms, then back to his face again.

Engie shrugged under the scrutiny, smile widening a touch. Spy fought back a smile of his own and pulled the jacket tighter over his shoulders. It didn’t fit in the slightest. It made Engie chuckle.

They left the tip and left the establishment, headed for Engie’s truck, parked on the far side of the parking lot out of a paranoia that never quite left when they got off the battlefield.

It was something Engie didn’t really think about until the moment it happened.

He stood to the left of Spy, his keys held loosely in his left hand, and all at once felt something bump the back of his hand near his wrist. He glanced down, and saw Spy’s hand there, and when he looked up, the other man was looking at him with a kind of interest. Spy’s hand bumped against his own again.

Engie grinned as he finally understood the hint, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation as he laced his fingers through Spy’s. And it was then, all at once, that he realized he didn’t really hold hands with Spy. Not while going places, and certainly not in a public area. He wondered why for a moment, if maybe it was paranoia, if maybe it was pride, but the thought fell away as Spy’s thumb brushed over top of his own idly and he realized Spy had taken off his glove.

“Thank you for the jacket,” Spy said quietly.

Engie squeezed his hand. “This isn’t my giving it to you forever,” he chided jokingly. “I’ll want it back eventually.”

Spy hummed. “Maybe someday,” he said airily, and damn him, it made the poor Engineer laugh.

Little gestures. Little ones. Maybe they were all the more important.

[hangjie]

pizza boy. [ tyler ]

anonymous: can you do a tyler pizza boy, (dog days) imagine where the reader is walter’s granddaughter

summary: tyler starts flirting with reader who is walter’s granddaughter

warnings: none except my bad writing

word count: 1290

author’s note: i actually just watched dog days (bc i don’t think or remember seeing dog days being in cinemas??) and i cried so hard HAHAHAHAHAHAH :(( it’s such a cute movie ughHHHhhHhHhh. not so much for flirting bc idk how to flirt HAHAHHAHHAHA ;((( tysm for the request, anon! (this is so bad bc it’s 1:30 am rn and i have allergies huhu)

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ever since i was little, i’ve always visited my grandparents’ house every weekend, but ever since grandma passed away, i would visit my grandpa so often that i could say that i practically live there.

people would say that their grandparents’ house is boring and old, but i love my grandparents’ house, knowing that they’ve lived there for over a century and not only that, but grandpa has a cute little pug named mabel who never fails to entertain me.

i open the door and enter grandpa’s house. “grandpa! it’s (y/n)!” as soon as i say those words, a bark echoes throughout the house and i hear mabel’s nails hitting against the ground as she runs towards me.

a smile grows on my face and i scoop her up. i groan as i cradle her in my arms. “gosh, what is grandpa feeling you? you’re like a bowling ball.”

“and what is my daughter feeding you? you look like a skeleton!” my grandpa says as he approaches me with a raised eyebrow and open arms. i roll my eyes and put mabel down before giving grandpa a hug.

he wraps his arms around me in a comforting hug. he hums in delight and asks about my english report after we pull away from each other. i smirk and say, “a+” with delight and excitement.

“yeah! that’s my grand daughter.” grandpa grins widely and mabel barks happily, making both of us chuckle.

“not only that, but mrs. smith said that it was the best paper in class.”

grandpa celebrates again and his smile grows even wider if it were possible. “i knew you would ace that test.” he rubs my back again and leads me into the living room.

“i think this calls for a celebration. that is why i ordered your favorite.” as soon as grandpa says that, the doorbell rings and he goes to answer it, with mabel following his footsteps.

i drop my bag on the sofa and i could hear the frustrated and annoyed voice of grandpa talking to the person at the door.

i should get in there. grandpa might get a heart attack if he gets too frustrated.

i walk to the front door, hearing an unfamiliar voice saying how fat mabel is.

what the hell?

“hey, is everything okay?” i ask, appearing behind grandpa. in front was a tall boy with dark hair and a pale complexion, wearing a red shirt with the logo of our local pizzeria on it.

he stops talking mid sentence when he sees me. he clears his throat and quietly says, “i guess it’s true when they say that the dog resembles their owner.”

“excuse me?” i say, raising my eyebrow.

grandpa notices his stare and i could feel his blood boil. “are you saying that my grand daughter is fat?” he says with offense dripping in his words. a light shade of pink tints the pizza boy’s cheeks as he starts to panic.

“no, no, no! that’s not what i was trying to say!” he says. “then what were you trying to say, boy?”

the pizza boy freezes and rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks turning even redder. “what i was trying to say is that she’s cute like your dog.”

i feel my cheeks burn. the pizza delivery boy finds me cute?

grandpa rolls his eyes and sighs. “a minute ago, you were saying that my dog is fat and now, you’re flirting with my grand daughter?! make your mind up, boy.” grandpa grabs the pizza box from the pizza boy and slams the door on his face before he could say anything else.

little did grandpa know, that that wasn’t his last time.

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after the little encounter with the pizza boy, we would receive random pizza deliveries even if grandpa and i didn’t order anything and all of them would be delivered by the same pizza delivery boy who i learned to be named tyler.

we grew cloe because of this habit and at first, he only delivered pepperoni, but when he discovered my favorite pizza, he began to deliver it to me almost every week. sometimes, tyler would have the toppings design a little message for me on top of the pizza.

tyler admits that he does this to have the chance to see and talk to me, which always makes me smile and blush madly when i think about it.

grandpa suspects that tyler has a ‘little liking’ (as he would call it) towards me. so, most of the time, he would either break the conversation between tyler and i or answer the door before i do. sometimes, even mabel is the one who breaks our conversation by barking at tyler.

i arrive at my grandpa’s house for another visit, but when i call out for my grandpa, he is nowhere to be found except mabel and a note on the living room table.

(y/n),

i’ll be gone for a while to go take mabel for a check up. take care of yourself and call if anything happens.

love, grandpa.

after i finish reading the note, my stomach grumbles , desperate for food. i pick up the landline to call the pizzeria where tyler works at, but before i can do so, the door bell rings, alerting mabel and me.

i approach the door and open it to be greeted by no one other than tyler, himself.

“hey, (y/n)!” he greets, enthusiastically. “hey, tyler. i was just thinking about you.” i smile and chuckle when i see a blush forming on his cheeks.

“y-you were?”

“yeah. i’m hungry and was about to call the pizzeria, but here you are.” i look him up and down and his blush deepens. “well, i guess we have a connection then.” he says.

i take the pizza box from his hands and was about to bid goodbye and go back inside the house, but tyler asks, “where’s mr. pepperoni?” looking inside the house to try and spot any sight of grandpa.

i chuckle at his name for grandpa. “he’s out to get mabel checked.”

tyler sighs in relief. “good because everytime we try to talk to each other, he tries to break it off.” i chuckle and nod my head. “yeah. he doesn’t really like you that much.” tyler rolls his eyes. “oh, wow. i didn’t notice that at all,” he says, sarcastically.

i roll my eyes back in return and push him playfully, using my free hand. “don’t sass me, pizza boy.”

he laughs and asks, “but you like me, right?”

typical tyler.

“no, i don’t. goodbye!” i walk back inside the house and close the door as tyler says, “wait (y/n)!”. i laugh and open the door. “i’m just kidding. yeah, i like you. so what?”

“so, i was wondering if you and i could go to the movies sometime?”

i feel my cheeks burn and my heart beat rapidly inside my chest at his question.

tyler, the adorable pizza delivery boy, asking me out on a date?

i open my mouth to say something, but before any words come out, the voice of grandpa answers for me.

“no, she isn’t.”

tyler and i avert our attention to the direction of grandpa’s voice and see grandpa approaching us with mabel in his arms. grandpa doesn’t say anything else and grabs the pizza box from my hands before heading inside the house.

i chuckle when i see tyler’s annoyed expression. “well, that was his response, but i still haven’t said my response yet.” he looks at me with curiosity until i walk up to him and kiss his cheek.

“it’s a date then,” i say. a wide grin appears on tyler’s face and he starts to giggle, saying things like “g-good! that’s great, actually.” we exchange numbers and bid each other goodbye before i walk back inside the house, hiding the smile on my face from grandpa, who was eyeing me as i walk in the room.

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[sonofadeanwinchester]

Little Ray of Sunshine (19)

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Summary: You’re a PA on the set of Infinity War, best friends with Scarlet and Lizzie. But when someone reveals feelings for you, everything changes.

Sebastian Stan x Reader; Chris Evans x Reader; Scar Jo x reader; Lizzie Olsen x Reader

Words: 940

Warnings: swearing; fluff

A/N: This story’s plot is fully dedicated to the beautiful @mrs-meghan-winchester ! Hope it’s everything you wanted ;) TAG LIST IS OPEN! Also, thank you to my good friend @parkerrogersgirl for proofreading.

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I stumble slightly as I walk down the stairs, a box in my hands. “You okay?”

Chris, who took time off his busy schedule, came over today to help me squeeze as many boxes into the back of my car, asks me as he follows suit. I nod. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He winks. “Didn’t know you had this much shit.”

I plant my feet on the step just ahead of him, causing him to almost walk over me. “Only I can call my shit, shit. And, yeah, I know.”

He smirks. “Seb’s gonna lose it when he walks in to find half a million boxes in his living room.”

I shake my head. “I’m hopefully gonna have it all packed away before he gets back.”

“Back?” Chris cocks his head to the side before we proceed down the steps.

I nod. “He’s gone on some photoshoot thing this weekend.”

“Ah. Okay, well, what are we doing with your couch and shi- stuff?”

I laugh, then pause, having never actually thought it through. “Uh, I don’t know.” Just as the words left my mouth, the cell phone in my back pocket starts to ring. Dropping the box off on the landing, I retrieve it. “Hello?”

“Hello, my beautiful lady.” A familiar purring voice rings through my mind.

“Hello Sebastian,” I smirk as my face turns red.

“What’s up? Do you miss me yet?”

I scoff. “I’m here, moving my shit all by myself.”

A small gasp from his end. “What? I thought Chris wa-”

“He’s here.”

“Oh.” A sigh of relief. “I really wish I could be there to help you, baby.”

I sigh. “I know. But you got other stuff to do, it’s okay.” I look at Chris who was mouthing the word ‘couch’ over and over. “Uh, Seb?”

“Yes, love?” His voice seemed distracted this time.

“What am I doing with my couch?”

He laughed. “Guess we never thought that far ahead.” He clicks his tongue, lost in thought. “Well, my couch is a beautiful gray color. What color is yours?”

“Green.”

“What kind of green?”

I shrug. “I don’t know, like a mossy green.”

“I just bought mine a year ago. How old is yours?”

I lick my lips. “Uh, my dad gave it to me when I first moved here so like ten years old.”

He chuckles. “Is it safe to say that we should just leave it in your apartment and keep mine?”

I smirk. “Chris’ll be happy to hear that.”

“Hear what?” Chris perks up.

“We’re leaving the couch in my apartment.”

He laughs, clapping his hands after he sets the boxes on the floor. “YES! That thing was gonna be so fucking heavy.”

I laugh. “Anyway, we got more stuff to get but I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

I smile. “I love you too.”

After several trips between the two apartments, all of my belongings were now in Sebastian’s high-end modern one bedroom apartment. With boxes stacked high along the living room wall, I could easily visualize myself actually living here.

His walls painted simply white with a few colors popping out here and there. A planet shoved into the corner just behind his huge grand piano. The couch was a gray, with darker gray pillows for accents. In the corner opposite the piano, sat a small navy blue chair, just under a swinging reading lamp. Seated on a white rug, were three circular coffee tables. “I forgot how nice Seb’s apartment was.” Chris spoke as he leaned against the kitchen island.

Turning to face him, I see the kitchen island just ahead of me. Plain like the walls, it was eggshell white with a touch of grey. Seated behind the kitchen was a long gray sectional covered in multicolored pillows, just beneath a beautiful chandiler. Just out view was the dining area, designed to seat at least ten people. Along the dinging room wall, a few black and white pictures. “It makes my apartment look like Fort Knoxs.”

Sneaking off to the bedroom, I sit in the huge chair in the corner as I exaime our newly shared bedroom. Seated int he middle was a queen sized bed, dressed in again, black and gray.Over top was a panoramic shot the length of the bed. At the foot fo the beed, sat a long gray dresser, with a massive TV on top. His desk was conntected to the dresser, holding his laptop and a few framed pictures. The ceiling to floor windows opened to reveal a patio pool, over looking New York City.

I sigh in content as I stand in the window, over looking the city. How I managed to win this big didn’t seem to shock anyone but myself. A sigh from behind me startled my thoughts. “He’s got a great view.”

I nod, remembering that Chris was still here. “He does.”

Chris puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him and kissing my hair. “I’m so happy for you, (y/n). You and Sebastian really do belong together.” 

I chuckle, leaning into his warmth. “I’m just still in shock that he picked me, you know?” I sigh. “A city full of women and he picks a little assitant, who’s awkward and clumsy.”

Chris squeezes. “But you’re also funny, bubbly, kind hearted, compassiontate and the ray of sunshine that Seb needs in his life. He picked you because you bring out the best in him. He picked you because he’s loved you ever since you came onto set.”

“I love him so much. I jist don’t want to screw this up.”

He chuckles. “Not possible.”

[toglidethroughlife]

All I want is to fall with you (preview??)

Pairing: Kenji x F!MC (Alex)

Summary: "And if you fall--" / "You'll catch me?" Kenji smirks, prompting Alex to roll her eyes at him; or the AU where Alex is a trapeze artist and Kenji is the new guy Grayson is hiring to manage the show. // The Greatest Showman-inspired AU

A/N: Lol, okay that summary is inaccurate because this preview doesn’t even get to that part yet, but I’m going on a bit of a writing break -- nothing’s cooperating and life’s just got me really tired and busy rn -- BUT, I also wanted to share this thing that’s been sitting in my drafts for 2 weeks now. Let me know if you’re interested in seeing more?

To say that he was overwhelmed would be an understatement.

Kenji looks around him, taking in the crazy sights. Fire breathers, acrobats, and dancers litter the grounds, the sawdust flying in the air as they rehearsed and perfected their acts.

Kenji takes in a deep breath.

Are you sure about this?

There's still time to back out and leave, he thinks, suddenly wary as the reality of the situation sinks in.

He left law school to the join the circus.

He feels his chest growing tighter.

Kenji, breathe.

This isn't the circus.

It's a stage production that just so happens to involve a lot of acrobatics, special effects, tricks of the eye, and over 57 circus artists.

So a little bit like the circus.

Just a little.

His mom is going to freak.

"Kenji!"

Grayson Prescott walks over to him with a warm smile and an extended hand.

“Glad you could make it,” he says, shaking Kenji’s hand.

Kenji musters up a confident smile. “Thank you for inviting me. The place looks good. It’s going to be a great show.”

“I hope so,” Grayson says, leading him across the room. “We’re hoping the show will help boost activity in the community. You know, get the neighborhood back on its feet without tearing it down and building a bunch of skyscrapers.”

“And you think putting on an acrobat show is the best way to do that?”

Grayson shrugs. “Nothing like bringing joy to get things running, right?”

He leads him up a staircase, sharing his vision for The Grand as Kenji takes it all in.

“Here’s where you come in. I need someone to take over for me. To manage The Grand and really sell it. Make sure that the crowds come in every week.”

Kenji nods his head, digesting Grayson’s words as they walk out to the balcony, his eyes doing a full sweep of the room.

He sees a few people setting up across them on the other side of the room, the trapeze artists preparing to do their stunts.

“What do you say, Kenji? Think you’re up for the job?”

“Oh I’m up for it, believe me,” Kenji chuckles, cockily determined despite his nerves. “Just give me some time and I’ll have people flocking over to the Bayside.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Grayson’s phone interrupts them and he flashes Kenji an apologetic smile. “Excuse me one moment, I need to take this.”

Kenji nods at him and walks out of his earshot, hands gripping onto the railing as he takes another look at the artists.

Show business isn’t exactly what he had in mind when he left law school…

Is he really up for this job?

His mother did always say he had a flair for the dramatic.

He looks up right at that moment as Grayson calls him, his eyes catching sight of a figure approaching him from across the room, her arms extended towards him, her body hanging off the trapeze bar.

It happens so quickly that he doesn’t really have time to process it, and yet as soon as their eyes meet, everything seems to slow down, his jaw falling slack as he takes in the way her chocolate irises look in the sunlight, his breath stolen as his mind takes a mental picture.

She’s stunning, he thinks, blinking in awe, the rest of the room falling away.

And then she’s gone.

Gravity’s pulled her back down and he watches her swing back to the other side of the room, completing the arc before she’s pulled back to the center, finally letting go of the bar and doing a flip in mid-air. Four pairs of arms catch her as she descends, graceful in her fall.

His lips twitch into a smile.

“I take it you’re interested?” he hears Grayson say, his eyes suddenly flashing alert.

“In the job,” Grayson adds, an inquisitive look in his eye as he takes in Kenji’s surprise.

Kenji shakes himself out of it. “Yes, I’m interested.”

“Great,” Grayson beams, gesturing towards the office room in one corner of the mezzanine. “We can discuss your rate inside.”

Kenji smiles politely as they make their way across, his eyes occasionally darting down to the ring in search of dark hair and chocolate irises.

He doesn’t see her again until after he and Grayson have agreed on his terms of employment, the two men walking out of the office.

She was just as stunning on the ground as she was in mid-air.

“Alex!” Grayson calls her, stopping her in her tracks. She approaches with a warm smile at Grayson. “I want to introduce my newest hire, Mr. Kenji Katsaros.”

Kenji extends his hand to her and he swears he sees her appraising him, a skeptical look in her eye.

He almost smirks.

“And what is your act, Mr. Katsaros?” she asks, her hand meeting his.

“I don’t have an act,” he says, giving her hand a firm shake. “And please, call me Kenji.”

She smiles at him politely, though her eyes seem to convey otherwise.

“Everyone’s got an act.”

There’s a strange tension in the air, touching on Kenji’s competitive nature.

Grayson doesn’t seem to notice a thing.

“Kenji, this is Alex. She’s one of our lead artists and an old friend of mine.” Grayson turns to her and the two share a look that causes Alex to sigh, pulling out a bright smile.

“I look forward to working with you, Kenji,” she says, her chocolate irises suddenly softer as she turns to him… but there was no hiding the edge that she was keeping in check, no taming the spirit behind her diplomatic smile.

This job just got a lot more interesting.

He smirks. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

[shintorikhazumi]

Dianakko Week: Day 1(Late) “StarStruck Wishes”

A/N: Who’s late to Dianakko week?

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Gomen… it’s meeee…. Sorry… might do back to back on one day to chase the time… but rn… midnight… need sleep.

I mean, I need to participate here, right? As a proud dianakko author!!!! Sorry for any typos, odd grammar or whatev… but please… do enjoy?

Thank youuuuu for 600 btw!!!!

~Shintori Khazumi

StarStruck Wishes:

 “When you wish upon a star… Makes no difference who you are…”

 A lone figure sat by the hill, basking in the dusk glow of the late afternoon sun, the first few twinkles, sparks of night lights shining overhead, adorning the girl with a floating crown of celestial bodies. An illusion, a magical one, made without the aid of magic, surprisingly. It was simply a deception by perception. And this perception just so happened to belong to one daughter of elegance, a six-year-old Cavendish child.

 “Anything… your heart desires…” Red rubies suddenly flickered in the low lights, gaze boring into deep sea blues. “… will come… to you.”

 Diana Cavendish was captured, enraptured, mesmerized. The beauty so ephemeral scared her, along with so few simple words.

 “Yeah right.’ The other concluded before running, disappearing into the distance, a mystery of a sad smile painted on her lips.

 “Wait-!”

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As sudden as the thunder crashed and the lightning flashed, so was the awakening of a young heiress, finding herself swiftly sitting up, breathing ragged and heart speeding up in its work. With wide eyes, she immediately made sense of her surroundings. She was in her new dorm room, the one she shared with her best friend, a girl, Atsuko Kagari for their senior year at Luna Nova Academy.

Having grown a bit too accustomed to the other girl’s presence, Diana now sought it, her hands blindly patting down the spot beside her on their shared queen-sized bed, frantic in her actions, panicking as she neither saw her companion, nor felt her presence at all in the room.

Needless to say, in her state of vulnerability, Diana needed it, needed her.

Despite all talk of best friends, and friendship and loyal camaraderie, there was no doubt in Diana’s young mind and heart that she hoped for more from their relationship. Something that could blossom. A romance.

But now, companionship and comfort of a friend were certainly things she needed, putting mushy thoughts aside. She just needed the simple knowledge that someone was there. Just there for her, by her side.

Especially after that nighttime memory- was it a memory? Or was it simply an uncontrolled form of imagination?

This… This dream. It recurred quite often nowadays. Supposedly not a frightening nightmare, nevertheless it haunted Diana all the same, even more than any terrorizing dream she’d had to date.

This past week, it lingered, a troublesome thought. Red, red, constraining eyes. They burned themselves into Diana’s memories.

She wanted to meet the girl, to take away the sadness and return the stars in her eyes. Diana wished to.

Yet she couldn’t. How could she? When she didn’t even know who the person was.

Weak and alone in the dark, the only lights being the flashing streaks of pure power and wrath of nature outside the window painted with the tears of clouds, Diana found her way into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest as she listened to the grand orchestra of midnight storms.

In her fear, she failed to take notice of the one she sought after, the brunette with the lopsided grin, walking into the room with- not one, but two mugs of deliciously comforting hot chocolate.

In her maze of thoughts, Diana jolted in surprise as she felt herself encompassed in the most soothing of embraces, warm and strong. Protective. Akko’s scent that could only be hers almost lulled Diana to sleep, along with her rocking back and forth.

Akko, having placed down the mugs, now held the shivering Diana, cheek rested atop the crown of her head, soft blonde curls tickling Akko’s nose.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.”

The words were all the reassurance Diana needed. That’s right, her friend was now back, and that consoling presence was all she needed.

“Mm.”

Feeling the smaller girl squeezing her tighter, Diana squeezed back, chuckling as Akko whispered little jokes into her ear, random words, nonsensical phrases. She missed the warmth as Akko created space between them for a few seconds, to pick up the mugs.

“Hot Chocolate?”

“Thank you.”

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Diana was incredulous as she was dragged down the freezing halls of Luna Nova at three in the morning. Yet, skeptical as she was, she couldn’t help but have fun in this turn of events- dashing down the poorly-lit corridors, hand held firmly in the person she most adored.

“Akko.”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” Diana squeezed the hand in hers, smiling back at Akko’s bright and cheery demeanor.

“Anytime for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Or two. Or three.

Luckily she could blame the redness of her skin on the evening chill that penetrated through their woolen blankets as they made their way outside, out from the welcoming doors, out into a field and trudging up a hill.

“Akko, what are we doing here?” Diana couldn’t quite help but ask, staring at the sturdy and reliable looking back of her beloved, the one who currently had her gaze to the stars as she shrugged.

“Maybe I just wanted to see some stars.” And there was something so interestingly familiar about the way Akko’s scarlet irises looked at Diana, the way they saw through her soul. “Thought it wouldn’t be too bad to let you tag along. I could use the company, if you don’t mind?” She finished, grinning sheepishly.

Oh, she certainly did not mind one bit, this Diana. In fact, she was overjoyed, truly grateful that Akko would try to do something like this for her to calm down, Diana knowing full well the smaller girl’s intentions despite her saying otherwise.

“Then I have no choice but to entertain you, isn’t that so?”

“Yep!” Akko replied, beginning to play along. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, your excellency.” She bowed in a knight-ish manner that made Diana swoon, along with that carefree smile.

“Th-the honor is mine.”

Akko gave her a bright smile for that, and Diana’s heart lifted to the skies.

“Now, sensei!”

“-sensei?”

“Teach  me about stars!” Akko grinned, offering a hand to Diana again, the other pointing out to the bright heavenly bodies. “And do it romantically!”

Diana choked on her saliva.

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One star-study session later, and Diana felt it was time to go back. They certainly couldn’t stay out here and fall asleep on this grass, as romantic as that sounded. Getting wet, sick and chilly didn’t bode well with the heiress.

“Come on, Akko.” With that simple enough beckoning, the brunette followed, entwining their hands, fingers locking securely around one another.

“Yes, princess~”

As they made their way back to their room, Akko escorting Diana carefully, giggling as she found the girl sleepy, swerving along the way, and blushing embarrassed, Diana knew she wouldn’t trade these candid moments for the world.

In the warmth and safety of their shared room, under the protection of the covers, Diana lay with Akko beside her, the latter reaching over to switch off the lamp in their room, all ready for bed.

 With the lights out and the calm outside, Diana did her best to shut her eyes and slow her breathing down, though to no success. Trying to change her position, she still found herself restless, physically exhausted, but mentally active.

A hand wrapped itself around Diana’s bicep, calling for her attention.

“Can’t sleep?”

Simply nodding in response, Diana made a little squeak as she felt herself pulled closer, heart suddenly thumping in her ears, face and body heating up as she now lay flush against Akko’s body, her head on her friend’s chest, arms wrapped protectively around her, shapes being drawn on her back and hair caressed gently.

Her mind immediately relaxed. And then it happened. Akko opened her mouth.

“When you wish upon a star…

Makes no difference who you are”

Suddenly, Diana’s breath hitched in her throat, eyes widening, listening closely. This song, this voice. It sounded similar, only with the evidence of maturity.. but… no way… so many years of longing looking and… just beside her… how could Diana not have seen?

“Anything your heart desires

Will come to you”

Diana immediately felt the urge to see Akko’s expression, what spirit would show through her gaze, through her honest eyes. No wonder their redness was something to behold, so intriguing, so familiar.

“If your heart is in your dream…” Akko placed her palm against Diana’s heart, looking upon the heiress with a particular fondness in her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. There seemed to be a hidden message in these gestures. “No request is too extreme.”

[Even a request to be by your side forever…]

“When you wish upon a star As dreamers do”

Akko and Diana were certainly dreamers. And Diana wished that whatever signals she was getting, she hoped she was getting right.

“Fate is kind. She brings to those to love

The sweet fulfillment of Their secret longing”

Each word hit her deeply, engraving itself into Diana’s own being.

“Like a bolt out of the blue-“

Akko came into her life just like that. In an odd manner, but not unappreciated.

“Fate steps in and sees you through”

There was a pause in the air, the phrase left hanging as Akko gazed into Diana’s eyes.

“Tell me… Diana.” So close did Akko lean, forehead bumping against Diana’s, noses nuzzling. “What should I do?”

Diana replied:

“When you wish upon a star…” She breathed out. “What happens Akko? If I wish upon a star tonight?”

The smile that graced Akko’s lovely complexion was nothing short of breath-taking, glowing, shining like a star. Akko was indeed a star. And a dream. Diana’s dream.

“My dear Diana…” With her response in mind, Akko leant in close to Diana’s ear, kissing her cheek along the way, her voice softer than a whisper.

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[“Your dreams come true”]

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Diana wished upon the star. To give her her confidence. She was now ready to say it.

Hand on Akko’s face, she took a deep breath.

“Akko, I-“

 THE END~

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A/N: Again, sorry for being late? But.. y’know!!!! I trieddddd!!!! T^T Forgive meeeeee

~Shintori Khazumi