#this was supposed to be just a cute scribble like you see sometimes of two characters on a blank background doing something cute

[aquanutart]

chomp

[itsallyscorner]

Maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry Styles x reader

summary: you unintentionally help Harry with a song he’s been struggling to write

warnings: a lil on the cheesy side tbh, but she’s cute. Mentions the pandemic

a/n: this was one from the drafts, originally written when Harry’s House was released and I finally got around to finishing it :)

Sometime during 2020 and the pandemic

His soft murmurs and humming were the only sounds that can be heard in his makeshift studio. The occasionally creaking of the house or him clicking his pen would break the silence from time to time. His frame was hunched over on the burnt orange colored couch, with his knees almost pressed against his chest, the couch was far too small for his tall figure. However, he liked the couch and it was comfy to lay on when he took breaks from writing. The journal he used to jot down lyrics was balanced on his left knee while his right hand scribbled words on the paper sloppily.

He had just gotten off a zoom call with Kid, Mitch, and some other members who he’s been working with for his new album. While they were supposed to be working in the studio for today’s session, one of the writers had come down with a cold. While it wasn’t confirmed to be COVID, Harry and his team decided it would be safe if everyone just isolated themselves for a while until further notice. Harry actually enjoyed the thought of working on the album at his home. He considered this to be one of the most intimate albums he’s ever made. The artist in him believed that being in the place where he’s comfortable being vulnerable would allow him to write more personal songs. Being home also allowed him to be closer to his muse—you.

The small claw clip holding his fringe from his face began to feel a bit too tight and his eyes were straining against the warm toned light to look at the page on his journal. He had been stuck on a certain verse for a while now and couldn’t bring himself to just call it a day on writing. He had been on the grind when he first started it, but all of a sudden his verses were turning into single words waiting to be properly knitted into a song. So far, some words/phrases he had were:

Wine glass

Puff pass

Side boob ;)

Cocaine

Toothache

Yellow sunglasses

They were the most random and absurd words to be grouped together, yet he knew he was going somewhere with whatever he had. His train of thought came to a halt when your voice rang through the room.

“Hey, you”

His eyes shifted towards your voice and there you were leaning against the door frame. You wore one of his old sweatshirts, which came up to your knees, and some socks on your feet. You weren’t wearing much but your presence and the soft smile gracing your features screamed comfort to him.

The slight frown on Harry’s face turned into a smile that resembled yours. Pushing off of the door frame, you slowly approached Harry’s spot on the couch.

“Hi angel.” He greeted you, spreading his legs out to make space for you. You happily make your way in between his legs and settle on the floor. You crossed your legs and sat so you were looking up at him. Harry craned his neck to place a kiss on your temple, his lips continuing to move down your face to spread little kisses all over your face. When he got to your lips he placed a soft peck on them with a smile on his own pinkish lips.

“Hope you don’t mind me bothering you.” You tease, the sweet smile still on your face. Harry scoffs playfully, “Y’never a bother to me. I missed you today, what’ve y’been up to?”

He’s been in the “studio” since the morning, having a quick breakfast with you and immediately hopping on zoom to work with his team. It was now 6pm and you couldn’t recall seeing or hearing your boyfriend leave the room throughout the day for a break or a snack—which led to you checking in on him.

“Not much, finished up some things for work and caught up on some Love Island.” You shrugged, Harry rolling his eyes jokingly at the mention of the reality tv show. “How ‘bout you? Was today’s session successful?” You ask. Harry hums, reaching for his journal.

“S’half ‘n half. We finished that track we wrote last month—don’t know if y’remember it—but it turned out really great. I have a good feeling ‘bout it once it’s out.” He began while still flipping back to the page he last wrote on. “I started writing another, b’now I’m just stuck. M’brain feels like it can’t think of anything else, s’blank.” He ranted using his hands to express his emotions. You let out a chuckle as you avoid one of his large hands waving around from hitting your face.

“Maybe it’s time for you to take a break, H. You’ve been here all day, god knows how long you’ve been slouched on this couch.” For emphasis, you nudge said couch, Harry shooting you a look.

“S’not a bad couch, leave m’couch alone.” He pouts, silently agreeing that it was definitely time for a break. You duck out of his arms and get up, walking towards the door. Harry follows, moving to get up but halts his movements when a crack comes from his back. You swiftly turn around with your eyes wide and an amused look.

“Oi m’back!” Harry exclaimed in shock. He stood there for second before making eye contact with you. The two of you burst out laughing.

“I fucking told you!” You pointed at him, only to be gently pushed out the door by Harry who was muttering for you to “shuddup”.

Despite the two of you being home, Harry linked his fingers with yours while you both walked to the kitchen. His large hand engulfed yours, his rough thumb stroking the top of your hand.

“I’m actually hungry.” Harry thought aloud once the kitchen came to view. He was wondering what he should eat, deciding between leftovers, cooking, or ordering in. However, he let out a gasp when he saw food already on the table.

He turned around to you beaming, “Y’made my favorite!” On the dining table were pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and coffee. Even though he was eating healthier, Harry believed that one can never go wrong with breakfast for dinner. The main reason why he loved it was because of a memory you both shared during the early stages of your relationship.

The two of you had overslept at his house after movie night and skipped dinner. By the time you both woke up, everything was closed. So the two of you ended up rummaging through his kitchen only to find eggs, pancake mix, frozen hash browns, and coffee. Harry loved that night so much because it was the moment you two truly got to know each other more and connected. It was like finally breaking the barrier of whatever was holding you back from one another. Till this day he remembers the sleepy haze behind your eyes as you shared stories from your past. Your mascara smudged beneath your eyes and your hair was a mess, but none of that mattered because he thought you were beautiful either way. Ever since that night, the two of you would have breakfast for dinner as a staple in your household.

While Harry piled two plates with eggs, pancakes, and hash browns, you filled up two mugs with coffee. Harry liked his black, while you liked yours with a bit of cream and sugar. The two of you settled in the living room, ditching the dining table because it just wasn’t comfy enough. You smiled down at your plate—which had maple syrup dripping down a tower of pancakes—as Harry picked a record to put on. Call it old school, but it was one of the normal things keeping you sane during this lockdown. He had chosen one of his Elvis ones. The same one he played that first night you had breakfast for dinner.

You sat across each other on the couch, feet nuzzled together and your knees bumping alongside the other. The sound of your forks and knives scratching against the plate filled the room along with Elvis’s voice on the record player.

Harry had forgotten he had been writing the entire day. Instead, he remembered all the places you traveled to and the memories you made together on those trips. Being stuck at home for months made the both of you crave the outside world and the normality of it all. Though as much as you wanted to book a trip to Italy, it wasn’t safe to leave the country.

It felt like the world was ending, but to Harry it didn’t feel like it because he was with you. You brought light to the darkness—yes, it was cheesy—but it was the only way Harry knew how to describe being with you.

You guys spent the night eating and reminiscing on past memories you made together. As the hours passed, your plates were now empty and on the coffee counter, while you had found your way into your lover’s arms. His arms held you close to him as your body rested perfectly against his. Your head laid upon his chest, allowing you to feel him breathe and hear the beating of his heart. You were surrounded by his warmth and it was truly all you ever wanted.

Harry could feel you dozing off, your sentences had gotten shorter and your voice had a slight slur. With his nose against your temple he whispered, “Y’know I’ll always love you, right?”

You shifted your head to look into his dark emerald eyes, “Yeah.”

His eyes squinted at you playfully, “How so?” He tested you.

“Because I know I’ll always love you too.”

Then just like that, a spark set off in his head, and all of a sudden the words he has jotted down earlier that day made sense.

[mingtinys]

Spiced Caramel and Rosemary

pairing : jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

fluff , humor , mutual pining , coffee shop !au , college!au , meet cute

warnings : language

word count : 2.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i can't ever write oneshots in moderation. it's always 3k full standing fics. n e ways, dk best hype and wing man !!

Wonwoo has a routine. And while he doesn't consider himself to be a particularly rigid person, he doesn't often like to stray from it.

He isn't opposed to trying new things– the occasional night out with Seungcheol, karaoke at a bar downtown with Seungkwan, a new game with Chan; but he does find comfort in having a set schedule. Especially during weekdays. Wake up around nine. Go to classes until one. Grab lunch. Work out. And the most important part, be settled down with his laptop, textbooks, and notes by three, locked away in his favorite coffee shop with a subpar dark caramel cold brew in hand. Sure, it's not an award-winning cup-of-Joe by any means, but Wonwoo's always been a tad sentimental and considers the small shop his own little haven.

So, understandably, he's a bit irked when Seokmin flat-out refuses to negotiate on a study spot. Suggesting his own favorite shop a bit further from campus to work on their project. No matter how much Wonwoo vouches for his regular shop, Seokmin won't be deterred, insisting it's the only place he can actually focus at.

Ultimately, Wonwoo decides a little disruption to his routine is worth it if it'll provoke his normally restless partner into being studious for an hour or two.

"I promise, you're gonna love it!" He boasts. Wonwoo just hums in response.

It's no wonder he's never tried Seokmin's favorite spot, much less heard of it. The shop, known as "Local Brew," is tucked away in one of the many alleys in the maze that is the outskirts of campus. Unnoticeable unless you're already looking for it.

The outside is... definitely charming. Chipped brick overrun by moss and the occasional piece of chewed gum frame the glass entrance. The windows of which are scribbled over in neat, pretty writing. Vibrant pinks and yellows showcasing low prices, catchy promotions, and flowery doodles. Seokmin plows right through, sounding the ring of a bell.

A honeyed voice greets him immediately. "Seokmin! It's nice to see you again. Should I get the usual started?"

Wonwoo knows that voice. And subsequently, Wonwoo knows this is the point in which he is, for lack of a better word, absolutely and irrevocably fucked.

Seokmin however, marches on, blissfully unaware of how his friend's heart is in desperate need of some jumper cables. "Yes please, oh, and extra sweet!"

"You're gonna rot your teeth out one of these days, but you got it."

"You're the best," he sings.

"I see you brought a friend this time. What can I– Wonwoo?"

Wonwoo knows it's his turn to speak. But his lips can only form shapes of empty words, like a fish out of water gasping for air. He tries shaking his head, hoping the action will knock a brain cell or two together so he can form a sentence that isn't wholly embarrassing. Though the effects are like that of an Etch A Sketch and he turns up empty-headed again.

He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, more of a nervous habit than an adjustment, and wings it. "Hi, Y/N, it's um, been a while."

It has in fact been two hours. Probably less.

Wonwoo's internally punching the walls right now. It's been a while? Is he serious? He literally saw you in class earlier. Honesty, could he sound more idiotic?

Your brow furrows and Wonwoo's just about to make a mad dash for the exit until your features soften and a grin tugs at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I guess you could say so. Dr. Kang's class sure makes it feel that way, huh?"

Wonwoo forgets he's supposed to respond again, and the awkward stretch of silence that results is insufferable at best. He rushes out his next sentence. "I didn't know you worked here."

You happily nod. "Every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes weekends."

"I only come when Y/N's working," Seokmin reminds everyone of his presence. "They make the best coffee."

You visibly blush at that, "Ah, stop that. Seokmins easy to please, as long as it's sweet he's not too picky. I'd take his word with a grain of salt." Another pause. It's truly a wonder how Wonwoo manages to stay at the top of his class yet struggles to uphold a perfectly mundane conversation. He's stuck just marveling at you, cute and clad in your brown barista apron.

"So," you drawl out. "Were you looking to order anything?"

Right. He's at a coffee shop. He should order coffee. Wonwoo's eyes dart to the menu above your head, relieved he has an excuse to do something other than stand there like a deer in headlights.

"Sorry, it's his first time here." Seokmin whispers. Wonwoo is pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear it, but his friend has never been great with subtlety.

"No worries, if you have any questions feel free to ask."

Why do you have to be so... radiant? Sweet. Patient. Kind. You. Geez, Wonwoo is down. Bad. Has been since the first day of class when you asked to borrow a pen. Even more so the second day when you took the empty seat next to him to return the utensil and never bothered getting up.

He nearly died when you asked for his number the following week. Claiming you'd need at least one friend in class to get through an entire semester of high-level calculus. Wonwoo isn't used to receiving the amount of attention you've invested in him. Usually, he finds a seat on the aisle and keeps to himself for the few classes he doesn't share with a friend. But you seemed to have no problem claiming him as your "calculus buddy" as you liked to call it, despite the multitude of empty seats you had to choose from.

And as much as Wonwoo doesn't want to be the fool that falls in love with the first person to show the slightest interest in him, he can't help but get a little giddy on the days he has calculus. The odds are stacked against him when it comes to his feelings for you. It's been two months since you asked for that pen, yet he still finds your presence warmer than the sun itself.

Though, at least he knows when he'll see you for class and can mentally prepare himself to not say something completely and utterly embarrassing for the hour you're next to him. But he's never considered the possibility of running into you beyond the walls of the mathematics building. So you can imagine the inner turmoil in his brain as he tries to formulate a way to get through this interaction with his ego unscathed.

"Uh, Wonwoo, you're holding up the line, buddy." Seokmin nudges him.

The line in question is just an elderly couple who seem like they couldn't care less about the wait. Rather caught up in surveying the pastry selection.

"Just get whatever you do at that other place," Seokmin suggests. Which is a genius idea, except another quick scan of the menu reveals you don't offer it.

Wonwoo looks to his friend pleadingly, "What did you get?"

Luckily, Seokmin is as perceptive today as he is sociable and extends Wonwoo a lifeline. "Why don't you just surprise him?" He says, which seems to pique your interest. "You can trust Y/N, that's how I found my favorite drink here!"

"I can do that!" Wonwoo isn't one for surprises. Though the excitement that’s radiating from your person at the proposition has Wonwoo agreeing instantly. "Any allergies or preferences?" 

"No, just nothing too sweet, iced if you can."

You nod and scribble something down on a clear cup.

Seokmin pays, and Wonwoo couldn't be happier to hide away in a booth in the furthest corner of the room. He lets his head fall into his hands, propped up on the table by his elbows. That couldn't have gone any worse. Wonwoo groans as someone shuffles into the seat across from him. He peeks through his fingers at who it is.

Seokmin's chin is rested in his palms, elbows propping him up all the way across the table to lean in way too close to Wonwoo. Judging by the wide, knowing grin on Seokmin's face, there's no escaping his friend's inevitable prying curiosity.

"Sooo... how do you know, Y/N?"

"We have calculus together," Wonwoo says shortly, hoping to curve Seokmin off the topic. It doesn't work, of course.

"I see, I see," his friend nods, pauses, then says, "And how long have you had a crush on them?"

The blunt question sends Wonwoo sputtering, drawing the attention of nearby patrons as he slaps his chest, trying to regain his composure and lung capacity. He mutters out apologies with pink-tinged cheeks to the surrounding tables. Clearing his throat once more, Wonwoo glares back at his instigator, who's wiggling his eyebrows, a little too happy with himself.

"That long, huh?"

"I'm never coming back here with you."

"Oh come on," Seokmin whines. "It wasn't that bad."

"I'm writing my Will tonight. You'll never see or hear from me again. I'm going to live in the woods far, far, away from any life on earth. Become a hermit and– what?" Wonwoo deadpans, giving his friend an incredulous look upon noticing his expression of wild bewilderment.

"Nothing," Seokmin put up his hands in surrender. "It's just weird seeing you like this. I mean, I've never seen your brain actually malfunction like that before. Like, you really—"

"I'm leaving."

"—Okay, okay, sorry." He grins sheepishly. "You're really worked up over them, huh? It's endearing. I feel like I've seen a new side to you Wonny!"

Wonwoo just sighs, giving up completely on trying to stop his friend's teasing. It's better if he just endures it until he eventually moves on to another topic.

"So, how do you plan on asking them out?"

"I'm not."

"What!?" Seokmin loudly exclaims, and Wonwoo shushes him as all attention falls on their table once more. He speaks again, though this time in a whisper. "Why not?"

Wonwoo shrugs, "I dunno, they're just so lively and outgoing and confident. I doubt I'm even their type." It's not that Wonwoo lacks any or all confidence in his character. Contrary to what others may think, he's quite content with himself. Hasn't ever felt a need to alter his personality or conform to those around him for the sake of making friends.

But people like you should really be with... well... people like you. Like Seokmin or Mingyu or hell, even Joshua.

It's Seokmin's turn to glare at Wonwoo now. "Wonwoo, my friend, my buddy, my pal. I say this to you with unwavering, trustworthy, unbiased—" Wonwoo doubts that "—factual, one hundred percent, certainty. You are like, the perfect boyfriend."

Wonwoo scrunches his face up at that.

"I'm serious!" Seokmin slaps his hands down on the wooden table, making it rattle, and starts listing off traits with his fingers. "Wonwoo, listen, your boyfriend-ability potential is through the roof. You're smart, built, super attentive, have great bone structure, and you've got that shy, quiet, mysterious, gamer-guy charm to you. People really dig that nowadays."

Wonwoo chews at his lip. As over-the-top and exaggerated as his friend's dazzling reviews of his supposed "boyfriend-ability" may be, it really does wonders to boost the morale. It has Wonwoo's confidence soaring, a newfound determination burning in his chest. Maybe he will ask you out.

Until the air around their table shifts and a fluttering presence eclipses any short-lived ambition.

"Sorry for the wait," You're smiling down at Wonwoo, two plastic cups in hand. "It took a while to figure out what you might like. But then I remembered you usually have something with caramel every time you come to class. Though if you hate it I'm more than happy to remake something for you!"

You're blushing madly, but all Wonwoo can focus on is the fact you pay him enough attention from day to day to know the contents of his coffee order.

You set the cup down in front of him, then hand Seokmin his. "I hope you enjoy!"

Wonwoo's useless brain fails him once more. "You too."

You're off and back behind the counter before Wonwoo registers his mistake. That's like strike twelve for him at this point.

"Ah, young love." Seokmin interrupts Wonwoo's sulking, biting down on his straw with the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up."

Wonwoo picks up his cup and examines its contents. It's noticeably darker and thinner than Seokmin's, but he still can't really tell what exactly it is. However, you'd think the coffee was brewed with holy water and magic fairytale beans by the way Seokmins already sucked down half of his.

Wonwoo rotates the cup, squinting at the scribbles of black sharpie on the side. Dark roast, spiced caramel, rosemary, oat milk.

"Rosemary?" He reads, shooting a look at his friend who stops slurping on his own to shrug. "That's an odd flavor."

"I've learned not to question Y/N's expertise long ago, they know what you like even if you don't. It's sort of creepy." He visibly shudders.

"What's yours?"

"Dark chocolate, cherry, vanilla, and whole milk, extra sweet."

"Fruit? In coffee? That doesn't sound like it'd be good." Wonwoo frowns, suddenly doubting the efficacy of his own beverage.

"Shall I go tell Y/N you think they're a terrible barista then?"

"No!" Wonwoo answers a little too quickly and a little too loud. He clears his throat. "—I mean, no, no it's fine. I'm merely saying it's unique, is all."

Seokmin places his hand over Wonwoo's wrist and physically shoves the cup toward his lips, causing the straw to jab into his skin. "Ow!" He complains, swatting at his arm.

"Oh my God, just drink it. I promise it'll be better than whatever boring, run-of-the-mill, bean-water, you get from that other place."

Wonwoo frowns and grumbles, "It's not boring." But he knows that's far true.

Hesitantly, he takes a sip. The spiced caramel hits his tongue first. It's a warm flavor, a pleasant contrast to the drink itself being cold. Then the rosemary edges in with a strong, yet not too overpowering taste. The oat milk blends everything together smoothly and leaves a nice aftertaste.

"Wow," the word slips out. Wonwoo pulls the drink back to examine it again, eyes wide. It's easily the best thing he's ever tasted, far better than, as Seokmin put it, his usual run-of-the-mill order. Wonwoo can't even fathom how your mind came up with a drink so addicting. If God is real, then Wonwoo's positive they have a dazzling smile and work at Seokmin's favorite coffee shop.

"Good, right?" Seokmin grins.

"Amazing."

"You know, if you asked Y/N out they'd probably make your coffee any time you asked~"

That's a pretty convincing argument.

Wonwoo likes his routine. And he's quite fond of his regular coffee shop, so he still frequents there to study.

Except for Tuesdays and Thursdays.

And sometimes weekends.

"Hi, Wonwoo," you greet with your usual bright smile. "Same as usual?"

"Yes, please." He matches your smile, having finally recovered from the catastrophe that was his first visit. Ever since Seokmin let it slip how you'd been gushing about Wonwoo to him ever since you discovered they were friends, he's been feeling a little more confident.

"You know, if you ever want to try something new, I won't be offended." You narrow your eyes at him. But Wonwoo just shakes his head at you, chuckling.

"Eh, I try not to stray from what I already know too much."

"Oh, so that's why you haven't gotten rid of me as your calculus buddy yet." You quip.

"Among other reasons." He shrugs, lips pulling back into a toothy grin. Wonwoo fishes into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet to thumb through his cards.

"It's okay, it's on the house today."

Wonwoo looks up, brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah! I always give my favorite customers free coffee on Sundays." By the way your eyes quickly dart back at your other coworkers, Wonwoo doubts the validity of that.

"Well, I'll have to pay you back somehow."

"Next week's homework would be great!" You grin cheekily.

"Hmm," Wonwoo thinks for a moment, readjusting his glasses. "I would, but I haven't started it yet. Could I offer to take you out instead?"

"I would like that very much."

[sunnydaze4ever]

Hi, take this when you feel like doing requests. :D

I had the idea of a sweet and fun step 2 scenario with Cove, where (gender neutral) mc would wait to beach to spent the day with Cove who has yet to arrive. While mc is waiting and sitting in the sand, they thought it would be a fun idea to pass the time by drawing in the sand, a couple sand scribbles in they get the impulsive idea to write Cove's name and draw a heart around, the plan was to do it and immediately swipe it away before Cove arrives.

But to mc's misfortune (/lh) Cove arrives behind them exactly as they draw the heart. So I wanna see what you make of it from there, about how Cove reacts, the mc reacts, what both of them feel about the situation, etc. It's meant to be cute, funny, and wholesome between two awkward teens who have a crush on each other.

I hope this idea seems fun to you :D

Sorry this took a while!

Cove holden x reader

Caught

Romantic, fluff

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You’re currently spending your time lounging on the beach, your fingers trail in the sand absentmindedly. You and Cove were supposed to be meeting on the beach today, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time with coming over there. You honestly couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing at this point, mostly because of your newly discovered feelings for the boy. Ah yes, you had gained feelings for your childhood best friend. Your mind caught up to your current activity, watching as your finger dragged in the sand in the shape of a heart. A smile appeared on your face as you wrote a special name in the middle of the heart, that being the title of your current crush. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice “(Name)?” You turned around in an instant, seeing the familiar green haired boy.

“Hey Cove! Nice to see you…” You say, trying to look into his eyes and wipe away the heart simultaneously.

“What are you drawing?” Cove peeks behind you, seeing the heart that you are very much missing in your efforts. His cheeks flush a bright pink at the sight of his name written in the middle of the affectionate symbol.

“I know this looks a certain way…” You say, a bit flustered yourself. “I was just drawing! Nothing more nothing less!”

Cove’s blush died down a bit, but was still apparent. “I-I get it, nothing more nothing less” Cove said, sounding slightly down.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I guess I did but I didn’t!” You try and reassure Cove.

“It’s fine. Do you.. wanna surf maybe?” Cove said, attempting to change the topic.

“Sure. Just ignore me though, we both know I can be an idiot sometimes.” You say while attempting to lighten the mood.

“Mm, agree to disagree.” Cove smiled at you and you both walked over to water, the awkward discussion finally being put to rest. At some point you may need to confess, but luckily for you that was not today.

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Tell me if anyone wants a confession ending for this instead :)

[awritersometime]

She indeed likes it

Bette and Dot x fem reader

(it's nothing really, just pure fluff) Hey! I was feeling guilty for disappearing so long so here I am with a old draft of mine. I'm preparing the last exam of my life last minute and I'm hoping to succeed🤞🏼😭

brief summary: You like the twins and the twins like you, and also that adorable laugh of yours.

There's a comfortable silence in the tent with the twins. Both are busy scribbling in their diary as I try to focus, without much success, on the script Elsa wrote for me. I can't keep myself from looking at them. I'm mesmerized by their souls, that I've developed such strong feelings for both. Nothing is too hard or impossible when they are close. Like right now, together we lean against the headboard and share the same tranquility. They understand me better than anyone else. And I understand them in return. They've become an essential part of my life that I just can't do without. Their friendship means everything to me, although sometimes I wish it was more than that. And I know that spark I've been craving for a while now, is there. Stubbornly, I believe it's there, but it's just too shy to come to light. To put a label on something that has always come so naturally is scary, but it goes without saying that there is something going on among us.

Goosebumps rise upon my skin, when Bette lets out a quiet giggle, having noticed my insistent look upon her. I bite my bottom lip, quickly averting my gaze and mentally cursing myself for being so obvious. I've been staring at the twins' profile for some time now, unable to keep focusing on the lines, that suddenly looked like Arabic on my legs. I was supposed to learn them by heart for the show. Bette turns to look at me, deep down loving the fact that I'm so easily flustered around her and her sister. Dot, being an empath, feels the exact same tingle of her sister, that makes her stop scribbling in her diary.

"Can't focus on the script, I see", Dot teases me. Bette tries so hard to contain herself, when I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, "Too busy staring", she adds, and my face turns as red as a tomato. I scoff lightly, "I am NOT", I emphasize on the last word, trying to sound convincing. But it falls upon deaf ears.

Bette, noticing my sudden embarrassment, sighs softly, "Don't be like that", she tells Dot, who hums lightly, with a growing smirk playing on her face. A twinkle lights up her eyes and I can tell she is enjoying every second of that. Bette's hand comes resting upon my knee and it immediately has the power to soothe my heart. They have good intentions, they always do. Even if Dot acts like that, deep down I know how much she cares for me. She showed me countless times. Sure, her approach isn't as sweet and open like her sister, but I loved her exactly because she was different. When I cry or feel sad, she doesn't need to say anything to uplift my mood. While Bette soothes me with loving words and affection, Dot simply sets aside everything to listen. There are many ways to show someone you care, and I think they both did in their own special way.

"It's alright, Bette, she is right", I add softly, finding some determination to stand up to her sister. Dot quickly turns to look at me, and I enjoy the way her eyebrows rise in astonishment. She clicks her tongue, and I keep her gaze with playfulness in my eyes. Bette blushes and giggles cutely at the interaction.

"I can't help it, if you two are so beautiful", I continue in a sing song voice, at the same time fighting the sudden heat on my cheeks.

Bette can't contain her excitement, while Dot freezes for a moment, trying to process my words. A lump form to her throat and she quickly swallows it. A whirlwind of emotions comes knocking at the doors of her heart and she feels the urge to scold her sisters, believing it's her fault she is feeling so messed up.

"T-thank you", Bette replies with that adorable smile of hers, she takes my hand in hers and that's when I finally blush from head to toe, "So are you. Dot thinks the same, but she is too stubborn to admit it"

I chuckle softly at that, and Dot just groans, but the fact that she doesn't deny it is enough proof to me.

"You should feel her heart. It's going wild!", Bette continues in a whisper, pushing Dot's buttons maybe too far. I bite my bottom lip and a nod carefully in her direction, but the brunette is too busy throwing daggers at Bette to notice my expression.

"Shut it, will you?", she spats, nudging at her.

Bette frowns and whines, "Ouch! You hurt me!"

I can sense Dot is trying hard to keep control of her emotions, of her sudden rage at her sister for having exposed her feelings. "Girls, come on", I try to interject, but she precedes me, "If I were you, I'd better choose my next words", she continues sternly.

Bette gives her a dramatic eyeroll, being used to her empty threats.

"Alright, let's stop this. We both know how it ends", I say placing my hand on their lap, and grazing both their knees alternatively, so that none of them feels left out.

"She knows you're a pathetic little thing"

"Oh shut up,  Dot . You're not almighty"

"Are you two done with the mental argument?", I scoff a little. I saw it coming in the exact moment the twins started looking at each other with dangerous insistence. I love both so much, but it pains me to see how often they bicker, especially when, most of the time, I'm the matter of their arguments. And I know it's their thing. Their special way to communicate, but sometimes I can't help but wish they wouldn't do that. It makes me feel as if I could never really be part of their world, because of their zoning out.

"I don't need to be to keep you at bay"

"What? You insensitive little-"

"I suggest you stop there"

"Alright, keep talking you two", I roll my eyes and lie back on the mattress, the script on my lap long forgotten. It probably fell on the floor, but I can't really be bothered. I don't have the heart to memorize it now.

I pout and suddenly I feel Bette and Dot's eyes on me. I always know when they stare at me, even if I don't stare back. Their gaze is so intense, my entire body reacts before I can have a say.

"See? You did it again. Now she thinks we don't care about her"

"How is this my fault, Dot?"

"Because it always is!"

Bette lets out a soft sigh and she reaches out her hand to touch me. "Don't ignore us, please", her voice comes out so thin and smooth, that it's not hard to imagine her bottom lip wobbling as well, "We are sorry", she continues and Dot turns with sigh, when Bette pokes her.

I'm not really mad, but I feel like standing my ground a little more, just because, I want them to know what it feels like when they zone out and I can't enter their thoughts. The twins' body moves to lie down on the stomach, "Y/n, pleaseeee", Bette is growing impatient by my obstinacy, and I can tell by the way her voice sounds.

Her face is so close to my side profile, that I struggle to keep a serious expression. She frowns and I feel her breath warming up my skin.

I almost crack a smile, but then Dot starts talking, "You're being a big baby". I had to admit it, she's got a nerve. But hell, did I love her regardless.

Gasping and turning to face her, I snap childishly, "That's not true!"

Both twins share a content smile, happy to have caught my attention. I groan and rub my eyes with my fingertips, muttering some complaints under my breath. The twins crawl on top of me, towering over me, like they always do when they want something from me.

It's incredible how despite being identical twins, I can recognize one from the other just by the expression on their face. Even the same feeling is portrayed differently by them. If they are amused, one would simply laugh openly, maybe have tears in their eyes, whereas the other would grin mischievously and sweep her tongue over their lips.

Bette knows what she is doing, and she starts giggling, and when I tentatively ask what's going on, she says, while stroking my cheeks, "You're cute even when you're grumpy"

Dot, on the other hand, traces the line of my hip with her fingernail, causing a ticklish sensation to rise over my body, "But she is even cuter, when she smiles, isn't she?", she grins, eyeing her sister.

They know what happens when they do that, so I can't help the thought that they're doing this on purpose.

"N-no, w-wait- Ah!", I say, hardly suppressing a fit of giggles, when their touch persists. They know I'm probably the weakest ticklish mess to ever exist, and too often they use the notion to their advantage, but mostly when I'm being unreasonable to them. I guess that was one of those moments. But the truth is, there is also another reason why they like teasing me that way. It's something intimate that only happens among us, special like our bond.

"You mean, keep going?", Dot fakes innocence, a tone that doesn't really belong to her and that makes me feel funny even more, "Are you sure you can take it?", she keeps teasing me, and Bette's giggles mix with mine as she starts tickling my belly. I squirm and squeal, but their body keeps me trapped there. While Bette tickles my skin with playful pokes and soft brushstrokes, Dot is more meticulous and finds her way under my shirt in between my ribs.

I can't help the tears falling from my eyes, "Alright, I-I'm so-sohohrry!", I apologize and I'm not even sure why I'm doing it, but the ticklish sensation is driving me crazy.

Dot mutters something that looks like "good girl", but in my head turns into "good pet".

"Dot, look!", Bette squeals in delight, as she sees a familiar wagging under my butt. I blush vehemently, and I accept the fact that my tail is out of control now. It escapes my baggy pants and wags wildly, because of their teasings.

Finally, they stop tickling me.

"Gods, you're terrible!", I exclaim, still smiling.

Grinning to one e other, they slightly pull away, letting me catch my breath. I sit up and the twins share an accomplice's look, fully believing that I enjoy that treatment, to which I reply with an eyeroll. Bette's fingers reach out to stroke the fur on top of my tail, but I go before her and playfully wag it under her nose and chin, offering her a little tickle in return, "I'll get my revenge", I promise, with a full smile on my face.

"I'm shaking!", Dot jokes, and her sister giggles.

I say nothing which is saying something. Dot's smiling fondly. Neither of them has ever showed fear or disgust in my regards and that's something priceless to me. I scoop closer to them, suddenly feeling the need of a cuddle. They get the message and while Dot unexpectedly peppers kisses upon my forehead, Bette keeps stroking my tail, like a child who's been given a new doll to play with. It feels so soothing and relaxing that I close my eyes, humming and feeling content. Safe most of all. There I was known as the foxy girl, but in my head I was their foxy girl.

Screw the labels, that was heaven.

"She, indeed, likes it", I hear Dot say to Bette, while she lightly scratches my arm.

And I'm not ashamed to admit that she was right, as I sigh contently with a smile.

[keanureevesisbae]

Sergeant Hank Voight x deaf!fem!reader

Summary: Hank Voight finally talks to the woman he always sees in the cafe, only to discover something: she's deaf.

Wordcount: 822

Warnings: None

masterlist // one chicago masterlist //

For his morning coffee, Hank Voight is now depending on a cafe nearby. His own coffee machine broke down on him, so he is paying an unfortunate amount of money at this cafe, however it’s worth it, since his own coffee never tastes as good.

But every day he arrives here, he sees a woman reading a book in the corner of the cafe. Almost each time it’s a different book. Her eyes move from line to line, cover page to page. He’s intrigued by her, because every day she looks up, meets his eyes and smiles at him. It’s just a smile, sometimes a wave. But she stays put every day. Not once standing up, making her way over to him.

He wonders why, but then he realizes: he never makes his way over to her.

So, after he got his coffee, he decides to go for it. He walks up to her table and sits across from her. She looks up and smiles again.

‘Hey,’ he says. 

She shyly waves.

‘How are you?’

She frowns, before she shakes her head, pointing her finger to her ear. 

It’s now Hank’s turn to frown. ‘Wait,’ he says, when realization hits in. 

She holds up her hand, non verbally telling him to wait, as she looks through her bag, grabbing a notebook and a pen. 

I’m deaf she writes. 

It explains the smiles and waves, but never the conversation. He is quick to grab the pen and writes down: I don’t know sign language

She shrugs. That’s okay. Not a lot of people do. Besides, we can communicate perfectly fine like this. 

Hank has to admit, it’s kinda nice to communicate like this. It’s different, but everything about this is different. He normally doesn’t approach a woman, let alone in a cafe. 

So, why does CPD get his coffee here? Is it true that the coffee there is that terrible?

Hank smirks. It’s awful and my coffee machine broke, so this has got to do it. How’d you know I was CPD?

She rolls her eyes. I’m deaf, not blind. I saw your badge.

The two of them have a long conversation by paper, until he realizes he has to go now if he wants to make it in time for work. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Duty calls. 

She nods.

He scribbles down his number and writes: I’ll talk to you later

She smiles and he stands up from the table. He hears quick footsteps behind him and then a hand grabbing his. He turns around to see it’s her. She pushes a piece of paper in his hands, which has her name and number written down on it and an extra note: Thank you for being cool about this, Hank. I truly appreciate it.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

Spending time with her was time well spend. She’s funny and has a very cute giggle she lets out whenever she thinks something’s funny, even when you’re supposed to be quiet. It’s adorable to see she doesn’t know she makes a sound.

The two of them get along just fine, but he had been doing something secretly, because he wanted to surprise her.

It’s morning again and she’s already sitting at her spot. Their spot. She had ordered a coffee for him already and was once again with her nose in the books. When he sits in front of her, she looks up and smiles widely. 

Good morning, sweetheart he signs. You slept well?

Her eyes blink, almost like she’s confused and must think she’s hallucinating. I did she signs back. Thanks. How about you?

I slept wonderfully.

She smiles, so wonderfully and beautifully. You learned sign language?

He nods. I did.

For me?

A smile creeps on his face. For you.

She places her hands in front of her lips, a squeal coming from behind them, while her eyes fill with tears. She shakes her head in slight disbelief, before she stands up, making her way over to his side of the table. She wraps her arms around his shoulders.

When she pulls back, she gives him a kiss on his cheek. He grabs the seat next to him and tells her to sit next to him. Her hands are moving so fast as she signs. He might be pretty good, but he is not that good. 

Slow down, please he tells her. 

She smiles apologetically. Sorry, but I’m just so happy. No one has ever done this for me before. 

Hank doesn’t know what to say, but she knows exactly what to say. 

Can I kiss you?

He doesn’t need sign language to tell her the answer to that. He leans down to her, giving her a kiss on her forehead, but it’s her who holds his face and kisses his lips. 

When she lets go, she smiles. 

I like you she tells him.

He nods with a smile. I like you more. 

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee

[taichoushadow]

Unwind with me | Yoo Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x reader

AN: Yoo Taeyang fluff for @yootaesowl 🤎

everyone send her something cute for her man's birthday!

Summary: After a day filled with carrying boxes inside, it's time for you and your boyfriend to unwind.

Genre: fluff. Just pure fluff.

''What are you doing?'' You heard his voice first before you felt his arms circling around your waist as he stepped onto the balcony with you.

''Nothing.'' You simply answer him, continiuing to gaze out onto the lively city beneath you. ''It's cold though. Being out here with a jacket.'' Taeyang sighs, resting his chin on top of your head, mumbling something about you being stubborn and just pulls you closer if that was even possible knowing you're basically sandwiched between him and the railing.

Taeyang watches how his breath forms clouds into the sky, looking up at the full moon that just shines right above the building. He smiles at that, unable but to think that even the moon congratulates the two as it beams right where they are.

''I havent packed out that box yet.'' You state just like that and the reply that comes from him leaves you chuckling, patting his hand that has settled on your stomach as if to tell him this was to be expected and he should have, if he truly knows you that he always claims that he does.

''Yeah..'' He trails off, turning to the apartment behind him, seeing the boxes stacked up and taking up the most space in the living room. Words scribbled what's supposed to be inside them but he knows that some boxes definitely will be mystery ones.

''I can't really blame you.'' He turns you two around, him being the one who has his back against the railing while he finally gets to see your gorgeous face. ''You probably will have to guess in which box the jackets will be.'' Your expression changes, grimacing at the thought of having to just unpack every box without having a plan on where to start. Taeyang knows how much you rely on lists sometimes, always having a plan for things, yet the move suddenly was sooner than expected and you two ended up throwing stuff in boxes that were already labeled for -well- not the stuff you ended up putting in.

''But that's for another day to worry.'' Taeyang cups your cheek, lifting your chin for him to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. ''I wanted to take a walk with you.'' He then begins, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear before he caresses your cheeks once again. ''Let me show you around the neighbourhood.''

Closing your eyes at his touch, you rest against his chest, his warmth spreading around you in the cold air of the night. A nightwalk around the neighbourhood just with him does sound like everything right now and you nod, burying yourself more in the comfort of him.

''Let me grab my jacket for you.'' Taeyang steps away from the railing and guides you back to the apartment where he snatches his coat that he discarded on the boxes and motions to you to hold out your arm as he helps you getting all nice and warm.

''Warm?'' is what he asks then after zipping you up and straightening the collar. You hum as an answer but realize he is the one without one and you frown. ''But you're gonna be cold, we cant go then.'' Your fingers find the zipper but Taeyang quickly stops you with a laugh.

''Don't you think I was prepared for this? I know you, (y/n).'' and he rounds the corner, coming back with another coat for himself. ''Always prepared.''

With your hand clasped in his, you two roam the unfamiliar streets. Atleast to you. For your boyfriend the streets weren't as unknown to you and he happily showed you around in the serene of the night. Pointing out where you could buy the best vegetables and which shops you actually needed to avoid.

He even enthusiastically showed you the hidden ones that normally, only the old people were able to go to but since the elders seemed to adore him, they didn't mind sharing the hidden gems with him.

''And there- '' Taeyang pulls you a little closer by pressing his hand on your waist, making sure you have the same line of sight as he has. ''- RIght there is where I will propose.''

Your heart skips a beat at his words, eyes taking in the small park lit up by lanterns hanging on the brances of trees, creating this magical path to the pond, the ripples in the water cast what could have been a different world as the moon sways in it's dance.

''Tae-yang..'' You breathe out, lost in the sight infront of you, unaware of the man looking at you just the same. You feel a ghost like kiss right below your eye. ''P-propose?''

Your breathing starts to pick up, stomach dropping as you're unsure what to think. You love him, with all of your soul and you would be hollow if he stepped out of your life. Opening and closing your mouth, you turn to look at him and you the smile on his face. ''Tae-'' He hushes you by placing both hands on your cheeks. ''I know what you are thinking.''

Taeyang knew what was going to happen inside your pretty head once he uttered those words, he saw the emotions flash through your eyes and the way your body stiffened just a little, he found adorable and chuckled.

''To be my forever girlfriend. What else should it be, dove?'' He teased, grabbing the flesh of your cheek to pinch.

With a pout, you just let him pinch your cheek like that however he surprises you by suddenly cupping your jaw and slotting his lips over yours. The protest dies down in the kiss, the wind suddenly feeling colder now that you feel your face heating up at the public display of his affection to you.

It doesn't happen often seeing his job and reputation. You fully melt into him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and deepening the kiss by pinching his chin between your fingers to put a bit of pressure on his jaw and he lets out a small moan, knowing what you're asking of him.

''Y/n..''

When he does utter your name, you slide in your tongue and the butterflies seem to suddenly know arobatics when you do hear him sigh in bliss, happily letting you take the reigns in this kiss. One hand finds their home in your hair, pressing you even closer to him by the back of your head and keeps a tight grip around your neck aswell.

It's then that the sound of tires on a wet road have you two realizing exactly where you are and jump away from eachother like this isn't something you should be doing, eventhough it's pretty normal for a couple to do.

Your heart hammers in your chest for many reasons, licking your lips when your eyes lock on his. You two are silent before bursting out in laughter and you do slap his chest.

''Is this why you took me out for a walk? Having ulterior motives?'' Your click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and look away dramatically.

''I was surprised you fell right into my trap.'' Taeyang reaches for you, tugging onto your wrist and practically fly right into his chest. ''Besides-'' His thumb drags down your lower lip, lets it linger before it 'pops' back in place. ''-You're the one who just seduced me.''

''Me?'' You gasp loudly, pointing to yourself, never have been so offended by an accusation. How dare he.

Taeyang sees the pout on your face, your head tilted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest as you huff. There was no doubt he was sure about the move in together, he has been thinking about it quite awhile that even his members at last told him to just ask you after having to listen to him sigh about not being able to come home to you and having to deal with his sulking.

Without a word, he steers his direction back to the apartment, walking with his hands behind his head and with a little pop in his steps, he grins widely. The love overflowing like a waterfall from his heart and he can't help but to jump once, throwing his hands in the air, unable to surpress the feelings.

''You coming?!'' He says, waving you over but does not wait for an answer while you merely just watch the practically dancing man walking up the street, the moon shining right above him.

''I am coming.'' You say more to yourself than to him and quicken your pace to fall into step beside him. His hand find yours naturally, stuffing it back into his pocket to keep them warm as you two make your way back to your shared apartment and the boxes waiting to be unpacked.

[itadore-you]

chat noir! kirishima x ladybug! reader hcs

a/n: (fluff, also fem!reader in mind when I was scribbling down this oneshot. i imagine chat noir! kirishima to be 19, as well as the reader in this)

I'm obsessed with the idea of kirishima as chat noir from miraculous ladybug.

think about it, just hear me out for a second. the main trait of chat noir is the brave face that he upholds, boldly flirtatious and playful in manner whilst being a saving grace to Paris. and obviously, similar to the world of mha, he's a superhero with powers. if miraculous was written properly so that chat and ladybug could be an actual yin and yang duo, that would perfectly capture the dynamic of chat noir!kirishima and lady bug! reader.

so. how exactly kirishima relates to chat noir? I can see perfectly that kirishima’s sweet and chivalrous nature is good reason for him to be given a miraculous, yet at first he sort of adopts more similar behaviours like marinette’s original reaction to being a hero at the beginning. nervous, highly doubtful of themselves and denying if they really are fit for the job. but a crucial job is at hand of course, so lady bug!reader would have to snap him out of those thoughts and sweetly but firmly tell him that he is supposed to be a hero, so he better start acting like it. even though you don't feel like you’re quite sure why you were chosen either, both of them having doubt wouldn't fix anything anyway, and with that you throw out your yoyo grinning at him to say, it's ok, we are going to learn together, right? us two, against the world. well. actually saving it.

your words from day one stuck with him, and shape him into the hero he becomes later on. kirishima starts to see the guise of chat noir like a version of himself who he couldn't be in day to day life, and he loves the freedom it gives him. I don't necessarily think that kirishima would be like Adrian Agreste when he's not suited up as chat, but rather like a background type of character with a simple yet comfortable life who longs for more to make his life worth something.

being chat noir, his friends wouldn't even believe it’s him. it’s funny, because underneath that skin-tight leather cat suit, the playful smile that he wears, the cat ears pinned to his bold red hair, underneath all of that still lies kirishima. yes, as a normal civilian he has his undyed black hair but the physical difference pretty much stops there between his two personas. sometimes you see a hint of kirishima’s nail biting habit when he sometimes raises the claw of his costume to his mouth, or when that happy smile falters upon failure, and kirishima freezes in his place. in those moments, hes scared again. not brave anymore. kirishima hates those moments where he's so weak, especially in front of you, the brave ladybug.

I'm going to bring it up again. ever since he first met you, with the pretty red ribbons in your hair, and determined and cute looking in your dotted hero costume, not to mention your words to him of "being in this together"; he couldn't stop thinking of you two being together. the brave face he put on as chat noir meant that sometimes he'd express this by flirting with you cheesily, and endearing you with endless pet names, his favorite of course being bugaboo, and when you were in less of a cheerful mood, reverting to m'lady in a faux politeness instead. even after you would reject him, laughing as you'd tell him to focus on the job instead, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and keep attempting to show his feelings in the quiet moments after missions. Kirishima is so curious to learn more about you, I love to think of him as absolutely whipped for you, but he's also such a respectful guy that he would respect the boundary of the secret identities, and he even turned down the flirting dial a couple notches when you confided in him that your heart was set on another person.

"so... what’s he like?" kirishima can't face you as he feels his cheeks heat up in jealousy. "or uh. she. they. whoever you like."

you're both lying on a rooftop, basking in the peaceful illumination of the moon. tonight's akuma wasn't too hard to catch, having been a couple streets away from your house and the villain was a clueless child caught in a nightmare. After escorting them back to their house to sleep safely, the two of you didn't really have the energy to go back home quite yet, and the crisp air of outside made you feel so alive as you lay next to each other.

"we shouldn't be telling each other so much personal stuff, chat," you say after a pause. "but I mean, as long as I don't say too much, then I guess ... it'll be okay."

Kirishima nods, silent as you continue.

"He’s really sweet and kind. Quiet, but anyone can easily get along with him well. I don't think he realises how much he stands out to me."

"So you gonna tell him?"

"maybe. I don't talk to him a lot, but I wish I could. we are kind of already friends, but I don't think he sees me as... more than that."

"maybe he does! why wouldn't he, you're an amazing person, ladybug," he smiles. "I know you, bugaboo. I know we don't know each other like, in real life, but I definitely would choose you if I could."

"chat!" you laugh, pushing his arm playfully. "You know, you're really sweet sometimes."

a moment passes between the two of you, beating in the night wind that carries over the rooftop.

"do you have anyone special to you like that as well?" you interject into the silence.

"yeah."

his response is instantaneous, almost as if the answer to your question is that obvious.

"well what are they like?"

kirishima exhales, feeling not brave enough in the moment to fully confess his feelings for you. After all, you think most of the time that he's just playing around, being chat. you don't know it, but the love he feels deep in his chest is from him, the real him too, not just his heroic character. kirishima. but as you've always said, how can you get to know this without having to reveal identities and muddle up everything? risk both of your miraculous? it's safer to pretend, whilst under a pretence after all.

"she's determined, hard working, independent yet still soft sometimes. when I see her lower her guard, I just want to be what she can always rely on. because sometimes, when you feel so buried, it's hard to look around and see the hand reaching out to you from right above, y'know?" even though he tried to hold back all the feelings, they blossom in the peace of the night, next to you. "so I feel like she doesn't always see that I want to be that for her. kinda like how you feel with your guy, maybe. I want her to see me, but... it's hard."

you nod, feeling your heart hurt for your feline partner. kirishima can’t stop now that he's started, and it all pours out, honest despite his initial fear.

"and she's so pretty. I love seeing her all the time, even when she's under pressure or having a low moment," kirishima starts to turn red as he rambles on about how her eyebrows pinch together in a frown, the cute pout on her lips, and the shine of her hair. her athleticism, her intelligence, all of it. The girl truly does sound amazing through chat’s eyes, you think to yourself. he must really, really like her a lot.

"you sound like you’re in love with her," you interrupt his ramble, a bit teasing in tone.

"uhm. yeah. maybe." kirishima struggles for words as he realises how long he talked about you to you this entire time, and he's a bit embarrassed that he did that. "yeah, I'd call it something like, uh, love."

you sigh breathily in response. "love, huh? Well I wish you the best with her."

and starting to stand, looking to the moon in the distance: "its getting late, chat."

"yeah, I suppose it is. m'lady." He bows, and then extends his staff as he turns towards his direction to leave.

"You're like the sky."

"huh?" he turns to you, confused.

"Noir. like your name."

it's a lame joke, but it's enough to make him smile as he bids you a "goodnight, m'lady."

"see you around, kitty."

even with your deductive skills, which are essential to possessing the power of the lucky charm, you're still clueless that the one chat noir was telling you about was you, and that you were telling him about him. in the daytime, when you’re not under so much pressure to be ladybug, you’re just a regular person really, hopelessly in love with your college classmate Eijiro Kirishima. the love square in this show is absolutely crazy, but I'm ngl I absolutely live for it and its build up over the seasons. 

I'm gonna shut up now about chat noir!kirishima because honest to god I could talk about him all day, and am willing to make even more detailed headcannons on this au crossover thing in the future mwah ha ha

[avoverud]

i apologize for disappearing for a week but here's a relationship analysis (maybe) to make up for it.

starring cobert, obviously.

i actually scribbled down something a month or so ago about this, but i didn't remember anything about it until this week and decided to actually get it down. anyways, it came up when i was watching rewatching da2 ( mostly the cobert scene from da2 ) and i noticed something really interesting

we all know cobert is the most amazingest perfect couple in the history of the world, but sometimes you have to realize that their relationship is still human, so they have their ups and downs and difficulties, right?

well, i noticed that robert and cora's relationship is a beautiful example of two people with different love languages.

that scene in da2 PERFECTLY sums it up. i will put it in bullet points because i like bullet points.

nothing really happens at the start. they're talking, arguing, being hysterical (mainly just robert), stuff like that

when robert starts crying, cora responds by immediately rushing up to him, and she cups her hands around his face.

that's her way of showing affection, physical touch. she's being more physical to try and comfort him

robert doesn't show affection that way, though, so he's not very consoled, but he accepts the gesture and places his hands around her waist

which is probably my favorite part in the scene, after the kiss obvs because it's SO SWEET UGH

when she says "we're not sad people," the way she says it is probably the most american thing i've seen out of her. i don't know why.

and now both of them are crying and i'm definitely not crying shut up

so then he tells her that he loves her, not in those exact words, but as you can see he uses words instead of actions

i think up to this moment, cora knows that he doesn't understand that she's saying i love you, albeit not in his way

so i think her saying "i loved you from the start" was a sacrifice on her part

also fun fact it shows how expressing her feelings that way is so completely out of cora's comfort zone, because she's been living under the "i don't have much time left" mindset for the past few months

when she says that, though, he literally STOPS CRYING. ITS SO FUNNY BUT SO CUTE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

and then she says "we have been happy, haven't we?" i feel like happiness is very important to english people. i mean once in a while in a relationship it gets brought up.

they kiss.

the tension goes back down REALLY QUICK, though, thanks to cora, and i thought that was really interesting

thank you for reading my bullet points that were supposed to be me doing a relationship analysis but ending up being me commentating on the scene in da2 :)

[televinita]

I hate small independent coffee shops.

Sometimes I'm like, cool, I love that I've grown out of my anxiety! and then a mildly distressing, confusing or unfamiliar situation happens and I melt down on the spot.

(this is long i had to get it out)

BACKGROUND/THE PLAN: get my dad some Real Maple Sugar Candy for Christmas, because he nostalgically mentioned that being his favorite Christmas treat as a kid. Some people online say it's only for sale in season (approx. Feb-March) but there are a flobbity billion small independent farms in the northeast offering such treats for sale online right now, so surely Minnesota has some too. Because I'm not paying as much or more for shipping if I can simply go pick some up myself.

Small local/specialty candy store didn't have any, but after some googling, I found this indie coffee shop, Native-American-owned, that the internet says sells the stuff, so that seems promising. It's near a place I have to go to pick up another present anyway, so, 2 birds etc!

THE TODAY PLAN: Sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes to psych myself up first, because ordering in these places is always awkward AF as you try to find a place to stand and browse what's for sale and where the menu and prices are while the person behind the counter is asking for your order 3 seconds after you open the door.

So to make this as clear and logical as I can, I've decided that I will treat myself to a drink while I'm here. I will simply order the first and easiest thing I see on the menu (small coffee, or perhaps a latte/cappuccino), and then add the candy to my order because it would just be silly to go into a coffee shop for candy alone, right, especially if i get a really small portion of it, depending on price.

HOW THAT GOES: the place seems the usual amount of scary (people sitting at tables and in chairs, all pretty crowded together) but it's also cute, and thank god there are 2 people in line ahead of me so I have a minute or two to peruse. Cappuccino, $4.75, one size! That's perfect. It's probably only 8-10 ounces but still less out of pocket than at a chain store these days. I don't see any candy for sale, so when it's my turn, I order and then smoothly ask if they sell it.

"No, that was just for our pop-up shop," she says sympathetically, in a tone that says she's definitely been asked this before. So, on the one hand DAMN IT!!!!!! But on the other, she didn't make me feel stupid for asking AND I'm getting a nice warm drink out of it soon to combat the cold and blustery day, so I can go home satisfied enough since this was my last stop. After minor confusion when I'm supposed to scribbled a 'signature' with just my finger on the electronic pad, I'm good! This is the best outcome I could have asked for in a case of disappointment!

At this point: I would like to note it's 2:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday, i.e. not when I would expect a coffee shop to be crazy-busy.

WHAT NOW? I'm not really sure where to wait, since everyone else wanted their orders for here rather than to-go, but I just kind of step to the side while she takes the order of the last person behind me, and then gets to work. It's actually quite pleasant at first, because now I can scan the board at my leisure, try to commit some items and prices to memory, might come back here w/ husband actually! It is cozy as long as you can find a spot.

Anyway, it takes about 5 minutes from the time I first started waiting to when the first drink is called. It feels like a very long time standing there increasingly conspicuously while eeeeeeveryone else is sitting down, but I don't think it was. I consider finding a spot to sit and wait too, but the place is about 75% full already. It would be rude to take up a whole table for myself if I'm going to be out of here soon, what if a group of people suddenly comes in.

Second drink is called. I realize now that this is not, in fact, either of the drinks ordered ahead of mine. Starting to get slightly stressed, so I pull out my phone which has no data plan and pretend I can actually browse the internet on it. I don't need a table, you see, because I can play on my phone anywhere! Also I'm totally not impatient!

A third drink is called. It is still not for either of the people ahead of me.

HELLO ANXIETY MY OLD FRIEND: I find while looking down at my screen that my eyes are suddenly full of tears, as if I were back in college or the one and only time we tried to go out and do something with husband's friends. Because I SHOULD have sat down, I realize now, but also now it's too late to ~suddenly~ decide to "casually" sit down like I knew what I was doing and only planned to move now the whole time. Also there are people everywhere, and they will Look at me because movement is an aberration that draws the eye. They truly are every damn where, this place is the size of a postage stamp. I'm beginning to feel like I'm also standing too close to the table with people at it behind me, but I simply don't know how to move now.

The tears blink down. I try to wipe them discreetly but it's a double-attack so I just have to go for it and hope not many people were looking. Well, that sucks and I definitely can't raise my head now, but if I can get my drink soon, soon, soon, I can still avoid looking her in the eye as i grab it and run away and never come back here again. My face is fully red with embarrassment, heart rate is steadily picking up tempo and I have Located The Exits and am beginning to contemplate an upsetting but potential alternate move.

PLOT TWIST! IT GETS WORSE: There are now 3 people standing at the register, so she takes a break to collect their orders before it gets backed up too far, since she's working alone. I am momentarily relieved when one of the new people also stands nearby to wait, even though now I'm occupied in wondering how obvious it is that I'm crying and if he can tell and/or is going to be awkward about it.

I elect to pretend I have just gotten Terrible News and am trying to Hold It Together while tapping out a fake reply about calling someone as soon as I can. That would be a perfectly acceptable reason for an adult woman staring at her phone in a coffee shop to have tears on her face. Bad news is extra-bad during the holiday season.

One of the people ordering seems to be dictating a very complicated order as it is taking longer than average.

I'm also starting to panic about how many more people might have already been in the ordering queue before I got here.

WORSER: And it is at that point, where it has now been close to ten minutes (this would NEVER happen at Starbucks Caribou!) and what if I actually stand here like a fucking idiot who doesn't know how coffee shops work for a full quarter of an hour or even more and it's still not ready?? that I find to my sudden alarm I am crying and can't stop. Silently, but a faucet has been turned on and water is simply streaming out of my eyes. And, oh dear...now my face is starting to contort involuntarily, beyond my control.

FUCK IT, WE BAIL: That's right. I am simply unable to hold it together any longer and have already accepted my losses. It feels awful and stupid and unfair and I might has well have just pulled a $5 bill out of my pocket and lit it on fire, but I have reached my limit. The path to the door is no longer blocked by the line so I beeline straight for it. If anyone tries to stop me or call after me, I won't falter or care, I am Done. No coffee 4 me.

Of course the door I aim for turns out to be locked, so I have to pivot (and pass another table of people), but at least the door I came through is only a few feet away so I'm out a second later, striding away and now full-on sobbing because all I wanted was a goddamn hot drink and it was so scary and intimidating to go into this stupid tiny weird hipster space I didn't even want to go to in the first place, but I DID it only to have to PAY OUT MONEY and still not get ANYTHING AT ALL.

I got in the car and sped out of the parking lot and the coffee shop's line of sight as fast as I could. I hope the worker isn't too upset about wasting a drink/not knowing what to do with it; maybe one of the seven billion people who saw me crying on my way out can let her know I'm probably not coming back, while they gossip to each other about why anyone would do something so weird and not say a word.

SIDE QUEST: ...then I immediately spent like 2 full minutes panicking that my car was suddenly breaking down because it sounded really loud when I accelerated, and whenever I took my foot off the gas it immediately started slowing down, like not just coasting, but like I'd taken my foot off the gas while going up a hill. Pulled over in a panic, wondering what to do if my car died on the spot. Finally realized in my haste to leave, I had put the gearshift on whatever "B" is instead of "Drive." Instantly fixed, but wow what a fun cap to my day!!

AND IN THE END: Stopped hyperventilating pretty quickly once in the car, but still cried intermittently the whole way home. And again when I thought about trying to explain how something this small and silly got me so upset. I cried harder the whole time I was writing this post and reliving the experience while still being really upset that I didn't get my drink (despite paying for it!! but I obviously didn't have the wits to cancel my drink order so I can't get the money back if ingredients were wasted on it), mostly because i NEVER treat myself to fancy coffee drinks in take-out cups. It has literally been over two hours since this happened and I'm still crying.

To be fair, I haven't cried in a while -- about 6 weeks since I cried at all, and longer since I had a full and exhausting weeping session that usually a good sad book can provide me with -- and when I haven't done either of those but especially the latter in a while, the tears get all backed up. But still.

Anyway, that's the story of my really crappy Thursday and in conclusion, I remain firm in my hatred of small independent coffee shops.

P.S. Joke's on me because now between the lost coffee order and the gas I already spent driving to two places in vain, I believe I've spent somewhere in the neighborhood of $8, which would sure have made a dent in the cost of shipping. Far too late to order in time for Chistmas now, though, anyway.

[manjiroscum]

jawbreaker

Character/s: shark hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, curse words, sexual themes, non-con cunnilingus, non-con somnophilia, biting (rindou has sharp teeth), blood, rindou injured reader once, reader almost drowned, mentions of experimentation, rindou has a big dick, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, and hints of fluff. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby mari @marism 🥺💖 hope you like it!

Synopsis: The ocean is not only territory for big fish and predators alike.

✃WC: 4.1k

Studying marine animals in a tiny submarine was what you had in mind back when you were still a child, gushing about exploring the open seas. The thought of finding a rare species or maybe remnants of a megalodon was quite appealing to younger you, daydreaming of it one day while flicking through numerous picture books of whales and colorful fishes. But reality was often... disappointing, for lack of a better word.

A tiny submarine? All the foundation could give was a small sailboat you had to make do while out on the sea for six months. Studying interesting fishes or perhaps diving to study humpback whale behavior? Yeah, right... Your equipment wasn’t adequate for those nor your funds were. College has mostly eaten away your savings and the last thing you wanted was to end up homeless.

Still, you tried to find the joy in the boring long hours of scribbling data of common fish, waiting for something interesting that could happen in the tiny sailboat you had. Yet boredom was the hardest to get rid of, especially when you were all on your own.

Until life decided to give you a companion far more intriguing than any marine animal you ever came across with.

“Rindou, please don’t touch that.”

Looking up from the bucket that contained chum, Rindou’s purple eyes stared at you from where he sat cross-legged. The shirt you bought for him is too huge for his built, left shoulder bare for the world to see. At least it wasn’t his distracting abs on display. Now that you called for him, his attention was not on the disgusting contents of the bucket. You just wished he would be slightly guilty whenever he plopped right onto your lap as if that was where he truly belonged. Making himself comfortable there and urging you to pay him some attention, when you were supposed to be focusing on work.

“Rin, you know I’m supposed to be typing.”

“I know,” he simply mumbled, not leaving your lap. Instead, he leaned back against you. Though his weight was slightly crushing you, you did not have the heart to push him off or tell him to move. It wasn't like this at first between you two. Months of going back and forth, trying to understand each other were a bit grueling. Sometimes making you want to give up on the rare shark hybrid sitting contently on your lap while fighting the urge to poke a hole through your laptop screen with his sharp nails.

Meeting Rindou was quite memorable, for horrific reasons. A quick dip into the cool waters was your reward for yourself after finishing all the paperwork you had. Convincing yourself that this was all part of the research, you put on your bright blue bikini and exited the cabin where there was hardly any legroom. Maybe you’ll chance upon the cute turtles you saw the other day, was what you had in mind.

I mean, what could go wrong?

However, those turtles were not around that day—nor did they have the strength or the behavior to suddenly pull you under. Much less take a nibble on your thigh that was now bleeding, coloring the water near you crimson as you screamed bloody murder at the pain shooting up your nerves. Fear and shock were more likely playing a major factor as you thrashed around, wondering what the hell bit you. The instant image that materialized in your mind was a shark.

Yet, what greeted you was a man—no, scratch that, it wasn't human despite those legs it had instead of fins. Because there was no way this thing was while breathing underwater and staring at your horrified face with those almost dead-like violet eyes. He even had a dorsal fin on his back, lines that appeared to be gills on each of his sides just below his armpits. Even his skin was close to having that blue-ish color, hair reaching his shoulders vibrant in its hues of pink and purple. And fuck, those sharp teeth!

What the fuck?

Normally, a person bitten by a shark would’ve boarded the boat and called for help. However, as soon as you swam back to the sailboat, inspecting your wound that turned out only to be surface wounds considering the creature’s teeth didn't chomp off a part of your thigh, you remained there. Eyeing the strange thing every two seconds while disinfecting the bite marks and wrapping bandages around it. It hurt like a bitch to be bitten, but you were deeply relieved that it wasn’t a real shark. The thought of going back to the port and leaving whatever it was out there nagged at the back of your mind. That was until it spoke.

“That doctor was right. Humans don’t taste fuckin’ good.”

“W-what?” Anger bubbled up in your system when the creature’s words settled in your head. “You fucking bit me for that? To see if humans tasted good—what the fuck?!”

Everything was history from there on. He would often come up to the sailboat to bother you despite telling him to go away the moment the sun came up, leaving almost immediately when sunset arrived. Instead of letting you focus on your research about fishes around the area and the marine life there, the creature was often up to no good. From tasting your coffee to spilling it across your notes, you wished you could punch him in the face for all the trouble he has caused. This was how your relationship with the odd hybrid began and frankly, you didn’t like him at first. Rude, somewhat obnoxious, and cynical—that is what you’d describe him.

He wasn’t like the puppy boys or cat girls at all—far more... feral and relied on his savage side, is what he does. It was like having a shark for a pet, except it had two legs and a foul mouth. Whether that was an upgrade or not, you couldn’t tell.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave?” you hissed at the creature, holding back the urge to fling your wooden chair at him after minutes of listening to the tip of his nails being dragged and scratched on the side of the boat, irritating your ears and scaring any fishes away while you were typing on your phone. “The ocean is big—big enough for you to get lost in. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?”

“Nope.” He grinned quite smugly that you were sure you would’ve ripped his lips off if you weren’t keen on finishing up your work today before your head exploded out of exasperation. “It has been weeks since I saw a human being and you’re the first one to ever talk to me instead of leaving or dying out of fright.”

“Trust me, if it weren't for this job, I would've left the moment you bit me—which I haven’t forgiven you for.”

“I only did it for a taste test.”

“Fuck you.”

Rindou was his name. You wondered who gave such a nuisance a name, yet at the mention of a doctor, you didn’t have to figure it out. Hybrids were common to everyone and their grandma. The market for them rising over the years that companies around the world are often experimenting legally or not to make the next big thing. Just staring at this shark hybrid was a testimony to that. And when Rindou told you that he escaped the facility with his brother to see the world, you confirmed those suspicions.

“So... there’s two of you?”

At the idea of having not just one, but two annoying shark hybrids on earth made you crinkle your nose. One was already enough to have around, thank you very much.

Rindou nodded quietly, although he didn't seem happy with you asking and your interest in his sibling. The furrowing of his eyebrows was the telltale sign, making you even more curious as to why he felt that way. However, you didn't pry any further, for there was no point in doing so. At the end of the day, once your task here was done, you could be assigned somewhere else, moving further north where it gets colder. The possibility of becoming attached to Rindou when you were going to travel a lot had you gnawing on your bottom lip. This was merely a chance encounter. If you were to leave soon, there was no way he'd follow, right? After all, he did escape from whoever created him and certainly values his freedom not to get tied to another human again. Yeah, you mustn't get used to his temporary company. Rindou would definitely drop you any time soon and move on to the next entertaining item he could lay his eyes on.

Oh, how wrong you were to think that.

Three months since meeting the hybrid, Rindou has gotten far more comfortable around you. And surprisingly, you did too. Not that there were no differences to settle—there were plenty. It is quite amazing you and he has bonded together and formed a camaraderie despite those differences.

“You’ve certainly made yourself at home.” Eyes never leaving your laptop’s screen, you continued to type away your daily journal, logging everything that has occurred became a habit due to the nature of your job. Even if Rindou was around to pester you or somehow make you smile in the silliest of ways he could do, you still had to put bread on the table. “Don’t you wanna find your brother? Maybe explore the seas with him?”

“Still tryin’ to get rid of me, huh?” Rindou snickered, curling himself against your chest. You tried not to pay any heed to his head laying on your breasts, his muscles flexing, or how his ass was slightly grinding against your clothed pussy. There was no way you’d entertain that damning thought lurking in the back of your head, taunting you whenever the hybrid came back either naked or trudging around the sailboat in only the sweats you got him from your brief visit on the mainland. “I’ve gotten far too used to seeing your face to question your presence in these waters. Least you could do is let me stay here.”

“As I said, I’m here for work. Not playtime or whatever it is that's in that head of yours.” Mumbling, your brows creased at your sentences not making any sense because of how distracting he is. “And this boat is made for one passenger. One.”

“Your boss must be shitty not to provide you with a bigger boat.”

Silence once again envelops the tiny vessel, save for the sound of the boat rocking, the wind blowing on the sails, and the keyboard clicking. One would think his passive gaze on the laptop hinted at him being interested in the gadget when his eyes were elsewhere—your reflection. He’d never admit it aloud, not even to you, as to why he was still here. Indeed, the ocean was an enormous place and Rindou has yet to explore everything. But he’ll curse at himself for letting you go.

Ran may have been an obnoxious brother who frequently teased him at every chance he got, the older hybrid was frustratingly wise when he wanted to be. And when he and Ran managed to run free, the first thing his brother wanted to do was explore and find a mate.

“Rin, if you remain sulky and rude, the ladies won’t like you. How are you supposed to get through the mating season if you end up all alone, huh?”

Stupid Ran, of course he wouldn't end up alone. Now that he’s got you, Rindou wouldn't have to worry about jerking himself off until his palms bled for the entire mating season. You were physically appealing to him, loving the way your eyes sparkled whenever he made an unintentional joke or your hips that were a clear image of you capable of having children bumping into him when you were in a hurry to get out of the cabin. If he didn't know any better, Rindou could say he has found the perfect mate to spend his life with.

He may have won against Ran—who sadly isn’t around to bear witness—for the first time.

The remaining problem is, you didn’t know that was one of his reasons as to why he hasn’t left you alone. Thinking he was out here to snack on you whenever you weren’t looking or to annoy you until you leave. Poor Rindou didn’t know what to say or do at your harmless accusations. But he’ll rather die than beg you, knees on the ground and all, to become his mate. Rindou hoped you would make the first move in realization he was all you ever needed. Still, time was of the essence and summer was almost here.

He has to act fast before you become attached to someone else, having him inevitably spend more lonely nights in the water with no one to warm him up.

Finding the opportunity to get you alone wasn’t the hard part, thankfully. Rindou was all you had out here in the ocean. Yet, he had to compete with your work and other papers for your undivided attention. Then, there were those impromptu visits to the mainland, finding no sign of your vessel. Numerous times had Rindou thought you were gone for good until he spotted your sailboat about to head back to the same area that evening. He even began to assume were onto him, knowing his ulterior motives. Rindou was sure he’ll end up with a splitting headache if he has to come up with multiple excuses as to why he was cornering you before he could get to kiss you silly for putting him through such turmoil. Completely unaware and oblivious of your problems.

“Rin, c-could you sit on the bed instead?” Shuddering at his sharp fingernails drawing mindless patterns on your thigh, Rindou slightly flinched at your words, scared he must’ve hurt you or caused you to become uneasy. He was about to turn and apologize when he smelled it—something sweet wafting near your legs, in between your quivering thighs. The noticeable way you averted your gaze when he questioned your behavior was all he needed to know that you were on the same page as he is, albeit in denial. “What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

Rindou couldn't help but grin.

One day, while the sun’s rays were blocked by the cloudy skies, the chance was finally brought to him in the form of finding you fast asleep on the wooden foldable sun lounger you had. A notebook splayed open on your lap with its pen on the ground, having fallen there when your eyes shut tight to have a little indulgent nap. Rindou was nowhere to be found all day so you decided to take the rare hours of peace and write to the point it made you feel lethargic. Leading up to this moment of him finding you all vulnerable.

Hours of staying underwater with his thinning patience have definitely paid him off.

Boarding your sailboat through the stern with all the silence he could muster, Rindou approached your sleeping form. The sound of water dripping on the wooden floorboards failed to rouse you. Lilac pupils darkened at the sight of your hardened nipples seen through your dress due to the cool passing winds. How could he stop licking his lips that were itching to wrap around your areola? Or his cock twitching in broad daylight at the thought of being able to kiss you finally?

For a split second, Rindou didn’t know what to do with his newfound opportunity, slightly overwhelmed. Bending down, his eyes failed to read the scribbling you did, containing notes of dolphins, and sharks that then came to the topic of the hybrid now in front of you lifting the hem of your dress’ skirt. Notebook now askew on the ground next to the pen, Rindou felt his dry mouth water while slowly sliding down the thin material of your underwear. Pupils coming up to check on your face to see if he awakened you. Luckily for him, you never budged. Rindou soon came face to face with your warm pussy folds.

He couldn't believe you’ve been keeping such a pretty little thing from him. How could he miss this?

Similar to a parched man who discovered water in an oasis, Rindou dipped his head into your pussy, hands gripping the plush of your thighs and pushing them apart. His tongue was on fire, he presumed, unable to stop licking and tasting your juices. A low groan rumbled in his throat that had you shifting in your seat. But Rindou didn't care. He didn't care if you suddenly woke up to see him in between your legs or if you’d scream at him to go away. Because he would rather stay there in between your legs where he believes he belonged.

Your essence was sweet on his tongue, urging him to lick you more and see if he could have you gushing on his face. Aiming for it to coat every inch of his skin and permanently tattoo your taste on his lips and mouth.

Such boldness in him immediately dissipated when you whimpered. The effects of his tongue giving kitten licks on your clit had you squirming, eyelids fluttering open to see what was happening. All that greeted you was air and the sound of water splashing. Rubbing the sleep off of your half-lidded eyes, you stood up to inspect what made the noise.

Wait a minute, did your panty seem… loose and damp?

“Rindou? You’re back.” Stifling a yawn, you propped yourself against the railings. Rindou merely waved, wading to the stern once again, acting like he didn't stuff his face in between your legs seconds ago. He could still taste you in his mouth, tongue licking his front teeth while he climbed. Upon seeing your relaxed expression, his cheeks flared up at the image of your cute pussy now engraved in his mind.

He can’t do this—not after he had a taste of you. He should’ve known this would happen, him wanting more. How could he not crave for it? He’d be out of his mind if he’ll just give up what was so close.

Moving away, you tried not to stare as Rindou’s naked body rose from the water. Wet feet padding to the cabin to grab the clothes you gave him and a towel. Once you heard the door shut, you then turned to pick up your pen and notebook. Some of the ink had been smudged by what seemed to be saltwater, which was confusing.

How did this end up getting wet?

Emerging from the cabin with sweats on, Rindou had a towel around his shoulder. Putting away your notes, you tried hard not to stare at his taut muscles or his broad back.

“Where have you been? I was worried you were hurt or something.”

“Around.”

Nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, he brushed past you to sit near the ship’s bow. Rindou’s fingers were quivering, the urge to just grab you and kiss you right there while you rambled about your research was stronger than ever. If he were to kiss you now, would you welcome him as a mate?

Countless 'what if's raced through his mind, yet one prevailed. The feeling of your throbbing clit, slick pussy folds, and the welcoming heat dizzying and clouding his rationality. The savage voice inside his mind screamed for him to take, take, take.

What if he visits your cabin tonight to taste you again?

Night fell on the ocean, the calm waves slightly rocking the vessel and you to sleep. The papers on your desk are neatly stacked on top of one another for once. The night lamp you placed on the nightstand cast a soft glow around the cabin whereas the moon and stars illuminated the darkness outside. Slumbering form blissfully oblivious at Rindou standing outside the door, hand on the knob.

For the first time since knowing you, he stayed until the sun set. He never lingered long when the day was over, afraid he’d snap if he saw you under a soft atmosphere. Guard down, letting exhaustion influence most of your actions—Rindou knew if he saw you in those shorts and silky tops you had tucked away in the cabinet, ignoring your protests and commands not to touch your stuff, he was sure to crumble.

So when he entered your room, carefully shutting the door behind him, to see you swimming in the blankets, merely wearing a top—no shorts or underwear, it took everything in Rindou to fight back a groan. Feeling like he has walked into a spider’s web, the hybrid approached you with small steps.

Shit, did you always sleep like this?

Wandering hands cooler than the ocean’s kiss caressed your thighs, making their way up to the smooth curves of your hips. Rindou’s lips inches away from your stomach, hoping to press a kiss there and possibly mark his way up—

“Rin…dou?”

Fire seared his hand the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, shooting up in alarm at what he was about to do. Smoldering amethyst hues staring at your surprised eyes that were assessing the situation. Silence sat in the space between you two, simply staring at one another. You didn’t know who was the first to pull or push—your arms wrapping around his neck while Rindou’s mouth found yours. Lips and tongue in a fervid dance, unlocking the gates where passion has been building up, overflowing into every action. His fingers gently and carefully rub your opening, slick dripping out with each circle drawn on your clit.

“Rin—inside, p-please. Need you, fuck. Need you and more.”

Rindou wasn’t so sure what to say or how to explain his actions, words lost while his huge cock split your slick pussy. Ready to meet every request you threw at him. All you had to ask, aiming to please. So when you wanted him to fuck you, he’ll ask how hard.

Gummy walls trying their best to clench around the thick and long girth slowly but surely bottoming out. A whimper slipped past your lips, a lone tear dampening your cheek while anchoring yourself. Once he was buried deep inside your wet cunt that hugged his throbbing shaft, you were sure you could be sore in the morning. Yet you didn’t care. Months of merely gawking at Rindou, hoping to create some distance so you won’t end up making yourself look like a fool seemed too long ago. Moans mixing with his pants and grunts, whining at his nails digging into your hips while he pistoned his hips against yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, princess. Should’ve taken this pussy and claimed it mine months ago,” Rindou hissed, brows furrowed in concentration, drinking each and every change of your expression sunkissed with ecstasy at the way his cock’s tip reached your cervix without challenge. Your tits bouncing harshly at every thrust, hypnotizing to stare at. The carnal desire to fuck you until the mating season comes and ends poisoning his mind. To claim, breed and own you. “You like that? Like how my cock is filling you up? This could be yours, baby. All yours if you become my mate. Will you let me? Please say you will.”

Full, you felt so full to a point you were sobbing on his neck, nodding at his statement and begging him to go slower in between whines. Mouth in an ‘o’ shape at the stinging pain his teeth caused when he bit you on the shoulder, marking you as his. That was all it took for you to cum, nails digging into his forearm while keening, back arching, and vision turning white. Rindou winced at the abrupt squeeze, causing him to blow his load into your warm pussy and painting every muscle white with his seed.

In the midst of calming your pounding heart, you grabbed a compact mirror to examine the bite mark Rindou gave you that was slightly bleeding. It wasn’t ugly, but it sure would be unpleasant to flaunt around. Turning your gaze at the hybrid who was now your lover, you frowned.

“Did you really have to do this?”

He shrugged. “It’s in my instincts, baby.”

“Let me bite you then, and let’s see if you like it.” Teeth digging into his shoulder, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully to which Rindou chuckled at your attempt to inflict pain. Hand patting your head.

“I don't feel a thing, princess. Although, I won’t object to having that mouth around my cock.”

[diorkittys]

i love u /p !! ˚୨୧⋆｡

; synopsis - being friends with alex!

; pairing - [ alex jones + reader ] [ platonic ]

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; as soon as you and alex become friends, he’s not going to leave you alone. he hasn’t had a friend in years, so you would be very special to him! <3 (expect clinginess, minus the touching.)

; loves gifting you with little stones and plants he stumbles upon during walks. most of the greenery are weeds that he mistakes for flowers, but you love them just the same!

^ you keep your presents in vases around your house; when alex comes over and sees them, he can’t help but smile.

; you both go to coffee shops together daily. it’s always sometime early in the afternoon that you pick alex up and drive to the nearest one. you order your coffee and alex orders one of the refresher drinks—loves pink drinks the most.

; sends you “good morning!” and “good night!” texts almost everyday (has one of those blackberry phones too—not supposed to use it unless for emergencies).

^ you always wake up and get ready for bed with a smile—alex enjoys it just as much. <3

; actually loves hearing you talk about your interests! he never fully understands them, but he just loves hearing you get all excited over things you like. he doesn’t have many interests; it’s almost like you make up for that.

; you buy him cute, little cars from cvs and walmart as gifts. alex always gets visibly happy when he hears you say ‘i got you a present!’ and reveal a new, plastic car for his collection.

; he absolutely loves floral shops! overjoyed when he gets to be surrounded by the variety of colors, taking in the pretty smells.

^ you take him to them often, sometimes buying a flower of his choice. it’ll most likely die in a week or so, but you only really care about the way his eyes light up on the car ride home, plant in his lap.

; if either of you get upset at one another, it doesn’t last long. you both make up after 30 minutes because you can’t stand being away from each other.

^ most of the time, you two end up on either side of a door, sitting there quietly until you calm down enough to talk.

; he likes aquariums and pointing out different fish like, “what’s that one?”. it’s a back and forth of him asking and you answering—you both enjoy it. this is how alex found out axolotls exist (is now in love with axolotls).

; he doesn’t like being touched that much—although, he has exceptions for you. if he’s curled up in a blanket, he’ll make room for you to join—usually dislikes the close proximity, but it doesn’t bother him when it’s you.

^ if he notices you get cold, he’ll slowly inch close to you. your arms would be barely touching and even then, his layers of clothes block any connection. but it’s the thought that counts!

; you start teaching alex cursive after he saw you write in it one day. ever since then, he’d been infatuated on how pretty the lettering is and was adamant you teach him. (his hands are very shaky and for some reason it makes his writing look prettier.)

; frequent drawing dates occur after every trip to walmart because you always bring home new coloring books—they amuse you both so much. you two just sit somewhere quiet and scribble the papers with crayons, exchanging drawings at the end for the other to see.

^ you brought him a ‘my little pony’ coloring book once and he immediately loved fluttershy. (binge watched the series right after together.)

; you both gift each other with stuffed animals a lot of the time! he noticed, one day, your bed had a few and he started the tradition the day after. he’s not totally obsessed with them, but a present from you means it’s valued by him. <3

; matching socks together! you get a variety pack from the store decorated with cute little animals or fruits and such—surprising him with his own pair.

^ alex actually has a thing for socks; he loves how soft and warm they are. so he’s more than happy to match with you! (gets a big smile on his face when he sees you wearing your pair.)

; you introduce him to your love for cats because he’s not too fond of dogs. instantly falls in love with them—always asking to see yours when he comes over.

; alex doesn’t mind you borrowing his jackets and such. sometimes you just put them on without asking and it’s perfectly normal. (you buy him lots of new jackets—can’t even tell they’re his because you steal them instantly.)

; you both are basically the ‘they asked for no pickles.’ troupe. you being the one who confronts about the pickles, him being the one who asked for no pickles. (this has probably actually happened during your time of knowing him.)

; you and alex are quite literally the best duo out there. no one else can compare. neither of you would want it any other way. <3

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[cognitosclowns]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!! Any The Gang x reader valentines stuff?

YEAYEAYEA OFC I CAN!! HAPPY VALENTINE’S!!!!!

ALL SFW!! (brief existential/immortality stuff w/ Myc!!)

EEEHEHEHEHE <3333

BRETT

YOU KNOW HE GOES ALL OUT <3333333 COME ONNNN

He just <333 he gives me the vibe of smb who goes absolutely batshit for every holiday, AND he's such a naturally loving guy??? dear god valentines day is gonna be so cute??

 its a lot more like valentines week

BECAUSE,,,, he always gets a lot of ideas of stuff he wants to do, and he can never choose because they're all so good, so he ends up doing all of em??

<33333 he always wakes you up w/ breakfast anyways, but during the valentines season its SPECIFICALLY super cute breakfasts?? Like,, pancakes in the shape of hearts? eggs in the shape of lips? Scones and raspberry butter with lil heart sprinkles in it???? OUGHE its so cute

he has a tradition of giving,, multi-part gifts that all have a theme for the final gift? ( ex: all apple-themed things, the final gift is running around an apple orchard)

<33333 he tries to be subtle but usually you end up figuring it out smndsmd. even if you do, you aren’t gonna say anything bc <3333 he’s having so much fun smdnsd

REAGAN

tbh she struggles with gift giving? she feels like she isnt supposed to give you a gift unless,, its a special occasion? and what kind of gift is TOO much for a

VALENTINES IS KINDA HER NO-HOLDS-BARRED KINDA HOLIDAY <3 where she doesn’t need to worry about making something TOO sappy or too big

OKAY BUT SHE ABSOLUTELY WRITES DOWN EVERY LITTLE THING YOU’VE EVER MENTIONED YOU’VE WANTED 

LIKE <333 just this giant folder w/ photos and memos and half-legible scribbles?? <333 its her own little way of easing her mind when it comes to thinking of smth nice to get you!!

SO OFC,,, SHE ENDS UP STRUGGLING TO CHOOSE JUST ONE. 

<33 this means you usually end up getting,,, Care Boxes?? Absolutely jam packed w/ stuff because she kept thinking it wasn’t enough <3

OH <333 her ideal date is a nap. genuinely if you just surprise her w/ ‘oh i cleared your schedule, wanna cozy up on the couch and slip into a coma?’ she will <3333333333333333333

GIGI

<3333 OH expect to be positively hounded with notes <333

SHE HIDES EM EVERYWHERE DURING THE 13TH FOR YOU TO DESCOVER ON YOUR OWN!!!! little compliments, things she loves about you, lovey-dovey little thoughts shes had about you <3

You absolutely won't find all of them on valentines day, so <333 sometimes you'll get little surprises during the weeks after. It's extremely cute

OH <333 you'd expect something super big and fancy but she much prefers <3333 smth small and personal. It's easy to do smth super big and bright but,, <333 she likes to take the time to set up smth cute

IDEALLY??? A little weekend getaway to her cottage up north <333 its a little chilly but you two aren't going anywhere!!!

It's really nice <33 it reminds her of a simpler time where she didn't have quite so much to worry about smnsd. Sometimes she kinda misses having a normal life <3

JUST <333 all cozied up by the fireplace, giggling about nothing in particular and sipping cocoa <3333 oughghe <3333

GLENN

HE,,,, probably doesn’t really celebrate valentines? i have the feeling that he sees himself as,, ‘Too Mature’ for it, etc, etc. Valentines was never really a thing his parents did growing up, its not smth him and his ex-wife did?

THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU DO SMTH SPECIAL FOR HIM IT WILL THROW HIM FOR AN ABSOLUTE LOOP <333

doesn’t even need to be smth big <333 a simple dinner-date and some new cufflinks and he’s gonna be putty in your hands <3333

OH AND,, if you bring him flowers he’ll 10000% gonna huff about how its such a Girly Gift, etc... but there’s also no way in hell he’s gonna throw em out. 

he might even snip them when they start wilting, and leave them by his windowsill so they can dry out and preserve <333 for all his hemming and hawing, he really does appreciate the gesture <333 oughghgeouehe

ANDRE

he isn’t really the type for Grant gestures? He likes little stuff <333 just,, stuff he knows you like. Making your favorite dinner, or a few cases of your favorite drink - some little stuff to show he cares, and make the day a bit more special!!

THIS GUY USED TO WRITE POETRY BABYYYYYYYYYYY <333333

oH he is wayyyyy too nervous to read it out loud or,, even be in the room while you read it but <333 expect a little letter on your bedside while he’s in the shower.

PLEASE <33 PLEASE TELL HIM HOW MUCH YOU LOVED IT. HE’LL GET SO ROSY. YOU’LL GET SUCH A BRIGHT SMILE OUTTA HIM.

OH <3333 and what y’all do with your day is entirely dependent on you!!!

Because yeah ofc you two could go to a Rave or,, some assorted wacky shenanigans and he’d love that BUT <33 IF YOU’D RATHER STAY IN W/ TAKEOUT AND CHEESY MOVIES THEN HE’D ALSO LOVE THAT?? He’s extremely pliable 

<3 tbh as long as he’s with you he doesn’t really care!!

MYC

‘you wouldn’t have anything to do with the wad of cash that mysteriously appeared on my desk this morning?’

‘How dare you imply I care about you ;)’

‘mhm <3′

YEAH HE <333 isn’t really the sort for mushy gifts - he’s much more practical? Also his,, concept of time is kinda skewed? He’s been around for so long!! He knows that most gifts get tossed or eventually lose their use, and he doesn’t see the point of getting you smth Sappy Just Because It’s Expected?

like sure he COULD get you some super expensive glitzy necklace but,,,,,,

MONEY THOUGH??? Nah that shits always gonna be useful and appreciated!!

(ALSO ALL OF THIS MEANS,, the rare GIFT gifts he gets you are,, surprisingly thoughtful?? Its stuff you’re gonna love for a really long time. It always feels super out of nowhere but <333 you never say that bc its such a lovely, unexpected surprise <33 oughghoughoughge)

JR

OH <333 YOU KNOW THIS LITTLE RICH BOY IS GONNA GO ALL OUT. Nobody is pulling him away from you <3

there’s maybe,, 3 times a year where his phone is gonna be completely off <3 AND THIS IS ONE OF EM SO HE REALLY LOOKS FORWARD TO IT <333

you always insist that,, he should keep his phone on him in case smth goes wrong but NOPE HE RARELY HAS AN EXCUSE TO BE UNPLUGGED FROM THE CHAOS OF COGNITO AND GOD DAMMIT HE’S GONNA TAKE ANY CHANCE HE CAN <333

<333 yea he’s bringing you to a fancy restaurant, we all knew that, but afterwards? The sky’s the limit.

helicopter rides are his personal favorite, because Virginia looks beautiful from up so high, but if you’re not a fan of heights then its BOAT TIME <333

YEA YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, HE HAS A DINKY LITTLE BOAT <333

‘‘‘‘dinky’’‘‘‘ its still big but not quite,, Mega Yacht levels of big?? A small staff for the kitchen + to make sure it doesn’t steer into any rocks. Something a bit more subtle and special - he rarely takes it out except for the two of you <3

SNIFFLES LOUDLY <333 having dinner near a balcony area under the light of the moon <333 the soft sound of the ocean <333 ougghhgoughe

it’s extremely sappy and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s exactly what you deserve <3

A.B

OH he absolutely hates valentines day. He sees it as ‘dull human nonsense’, etc, etc and will tell you as much.

HOWEVER,,

‘you didn’t get me anything then?’

‘what? of course I did. do you think so little of me? ;)’

yeah he’s a hypocrite but honestly what’d you expect <333 cause sure, Valentines Day is mostly just another opportunity for companies to make money BUT <3 that doesn’t mean he can’t use it as an excuse

besides, he’s a hopeless romantic at heart <3 and yeah, the heart-shaped candies are kinda cute. Sue him.

OH <333 he enlists Gigi’s help in actually,, setting stuff up, since he’s currently in Tube Jail and unable to buy stuff for you </3 they make the basement area all cozy w/ a bunch of pillows and blankets so you can sleep down there <3 ouguughgoughhee

ALSO,, HE STAYS ON EXTRA GOOD BEHAVIOR TO TRY AND CONVINCE REAGAN TO GIVE HIM THE RESOURCES TO MAKE YOU SMTH NICE. 

It’s a 20/80 on whether or not it works.

IF IT DOES??? <333 a little bracelet/ring made using some of his metal, probably engraved w/ your initials? <33333

some part of him distantly hates that he can’t,,,,,, take you anywhere. or hand you the gift himself. or give you a kiss. >:(

BUT ALSO <333 he can appreciate just having you near him <333 for now that will be enough

SORRY THIS GOT KINDA LONG BUT I WANTED TO GIVE EVERYONE SOME ATTENTION <3333 HAPPY VALENTINES, LOVE YOU ALL BUNCHES

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

[booksandcatslover]

journaling advices

So, yesterday I went to my favourite bookstore, even if it’s part of a large distribution chain it has a lot of nice stationery and a lot of books, and because it was the day before Easter was completely empty, so the two salesclerks were behind the counter, chatting. I did my slow, calm, happy search for the right book, I had to leave behind a couple dozen because my bank account is what it is, so I went to the counter to pay this beautiful illustrated book about famous and historical diaries, and one of the clerks starts telling me how she loved that book and how she wanted to start writing a journal herself because it’s such a nice thing to do, and that book was awesome. Little she did know that I’m an enthusiast writer of journals and art diaries, as I think almost all my followers know, I suppose, because I sometimes flood the dash with pictures of beautifully written and decorated journal pages, so we started chatting and told her that yes, it is a beautiful experience, and she told me that she tried sometimes but she wasn’t able to keep up. The store was empy, as I said, because it’s also a small one, so there was just the three of us, and I start asking how she tried to get into journaling and giving advices, part on my own esperiences, and part on what I have read on the web here on tumblr or on various groups and forums about creative writing and art diaring... so, after I think an hour, she was there with a new diary in her hand, a pen and a HUGE SMILE behind the mask, thanking me and started writing in her journal, with my name in it as a thanks for my help. 

It made my entire day, and because I love writing diaries, and maybe someone needs the same advices too, I’ll share them here too, for people who wants to start writing journals and diaries and is too shy or inexperienced, hoping to be of some help. 

Start thinking if you want to draw on it or just write, so you can decide if you want blank pages or ruled ones. 

buy a simple notebook, nothing too fancy as first, so you won’t be too worry to ruin it

choose a small one, so it’s easier to fill the page with just some random thoughts if you don’t know what to write at first

always bring it with you, with a pen, so when you don’t know what to do while waiting in line or having a cup of coffee you can simply write it down 

write whatever you want. you can just write a word or a phrase. If you see a cute dog, or a little squirrel jumping in the city park, and it wa something you noted and found cute, write it down

try to write positive things, like thanks for something or nice things that you witnessed or happened to you, it’ll reinforce writing as something that gives you positive vibes, it’ll be easier to keep it going. There will be plenty of time when you’ll find yourself writing of bad things just to vent, in the future, but to start, use it for nice thoughts, and it’ll be easier to like it as a habit

try to write as often as you can but don’t beat yourself if you can’t write every day. you’re building a nice habit and a hobby, not learning a new job

be patient with yourself, don’t give up to perfectionism or anxiety. 

this is a space for your eyes only. you can decorate all you want, and you can simply write funny scribbles, it doesn’t matter, so feel free to write, or draw, or make collages, or whatever makes you happy. 

enjoy the process! ad if you quit, you can start again another time, it’s not a competition! 

and remember... writing a diary or a journal, and collecting diaries and journals are two separate hobbies. I always write on something that looks like a moleskine, but I have a collection of beautiful diaries that I am sure I’ll never use because they’re just to look nice on my shelves. 

also, you can have multiple journals! I have one bullet journal, a private diary, and multiple art diaries for fanfictions, themed art journals related to my favourite fandoms, a cat diary for my cats, and a lot of unfinished works that just pick up randomly when I fancy to do another page, with absolutely no pressure to complete them because I love doing them, not finishing them! 

ps... i’m not an english native speaker, so please be kind with my grammar mistakes! 

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Cuts and Bruises

Pairing: Greg Grainger x reader

Summary: After treating the temporary fill in at Firehouse 51 for a minor injury, Y/n gets the feeling that she'll be seeing Greg a lot more often

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of a fire and minor injuries

Word Count: 1,423 Words

"Hey, Maggie," I greet the charge nurse. "Where are all of these people coming in from?"

"51 just responded to a huge complex fire," Maggie responded. "It's mostly minor burns, cuts, and a few bruises. Just take a patient chart, fix them up, and send them on their way. I want this ED cleared by 3."

"Got it," I say. "Thank you." So, I picked a patient at random and started doing whatever I could to help. After I had treated a few people, I went to the waiting room to grab the next person in line, but just before I could, Sylvie walked in with a firefighter at her side. “Hey, Sylvie. What’s up?”

“Grainger has a cut on his upper arm, and he insists that he’s fine, but it’s pretty deep. I think it might need stitches,” Sylvie put in.

“I’m fine. Seriously,” the firefighter insisted. “It’s just a scratch.”

“I’ll have Y/n be the judge of that,” Sylvie spoke. “Can you check over him? Please?”

“Of course,” I answer. “Follow me.” I led Grainger to the nearest empty bed and had him sit down while I pulled on some gloves. "So, Grainger-"

"It's Greg," Grainger interrupted. "Greg Grainger."

"Y/n L/n," I return, "So, Greg, are you new to 51? I don't think I've ever seen you around before."

"I'm just a temporary fill in as Engine 51's Lieutenant while Herrmann is on vacation," Greg told me. "And I work at Firehouse 40. All of the people we help on calls go to Lakeshore."

"Then it makes sense why we've never met. There's no opportunity for us to cross paths," I claim. "Now, lets see that arm. If you could ditch your coat, that'd be great." Greg took off his coat and laid it down behind him, but the wound was so far up his arm, his sleeve was covering it. "I uh, I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off too."

Greg didn't even flinch and pulled the shirt over his head, setting it down on top of his other gear. My cheeks heated up at the sight of Greg's toned chest and abs, and so I put all of my focus on the cut on his shoulder.

"So? What do you think?" Greg implored.

"W-what?" I stammer out, my face flushing even more.

"Of the cut," Greg stated. "What do you think? Does it need stitches?"

"Right," I murmur. "Yeah, I'd say so. But just a few. I can get you out of here in 10 minutes. Just sit tight." I was true to my word. 10 minutes later, I had finished up the last stitch on Greg's arm and was just putting a bandage over it.

"Thank you for this," Greg said and hopped off the bed, grabbing his gear from behind him.

"It was no problem," I assure him as he began putting his shirt back on. "Now, I don't know if you've had stitches before, but you've got to keep that wound dry for the first 24 hours, and also try not to overuse that arm. We don't want your stitches to rip."

"Got it," Greg confirmed. "Thanks again, Y/n."

"Like I said before, it was no problem," I repeat. "I uh, I hope I get to see you sometime in the future."

Greg smiled. "I have no doubts that you will. Bye, Y/n."

"Bye, Greg," I wave after him as he left the ED. Throwing off my gloves, I exited the treatment room to get to the nurses station, and I just so happened to bump into Will.

"Who was that?" Will asked and followed Greg out of the door with his eyes.

"A temporary Lieutenant for Firehouse 51," I reply and type away at the computer in front of me.

"Mmm," Will hummed. "You've got the hots for him, don't you?"

"What? Will, I just met him 15 minutes ago," I try and reason.

"But you do find him attractive," Will pointed out. "I can see it on your face."

"You cannot," I retort.

"So it is true? You find him hot. You know, I could see you and him being a cute couple," Will confessed.

"All right, I'm done here. Unlike you, I've got patients to work on," I attest to.

"This isn't over!" Will called out playfully as I walked away.

"Yeah it is!" I shout back.

..........................................

It had been one week since I met Greg Grainger for the first time. And whenever I wasn't busy with work or my social life, my mind wandered to him. Seeing him shirtless on our first encounter, the sincerity in his voice whenever he talked, the smile he sent my way when he left the ED....lets just say he impacted me in a way I never new someone could after spending just 15 minutes together.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Maggie questioned as she joined me by the nurses' station.

"Nothing important," I lie. "Just about what I want for dinner after shift."

"Uh-huh," Maggie muttered. "You're thinking about Grainger, aren't you?"

"Ugh," I groan. "Not you too. Did Will put you up to this?"

"He may have mentioned something," Maggie revealed.

"Oh my...." I trailed off. "I've only met the man once!"

"Twice," Maggie corrected me.

I frowned. "What?"

"He's standing out in the lobby," Maggie informed me. I turned around, and when I looked towards the lobby, I saw that Greg was indeed standing out there. For a second, our eyes met, and then he started walking towards me. To keep Maggie out of my business, I took a couple dozen steps forwards to meet up with him.

"Hey, Greg. What are you doing here?" I quiz. "Don't tell me your stitches ripped."

Greg laughed. "Surprisingly, no. They are still in place. I uh, I actually came to see you."

"You're still in your gear," I notice. "Did you come over here in the middle of your shift?"

"Yes," Greg responded. "But that's not the point. I came over here because for the past week, whenever I'm not focused on something, I think about you, which is weird because we only met once and it was for 15 minutes. But everyone at Firehouse 51 has told me what an amazing person you are, and that only pushed me to come here more. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'd like to take you out on a date."

"A d-date?" I stutter.

Greg nodded. "Yeah. Unless you're not interested or you're seeing somebody. If that's the case, forget about it."

"No. That's uh, that's not the case at all. I'd love to go on a date with you," I admit.

"Good. Great," Greg clarified, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Well then I will contact you later with the details."

"Greg wait," I interject, and reach forward, my hand grasping onto his forearm.

"What's up?" Greg asked. Instead of answering, I took my small memo book out of my pocket, scribbled something down on it, and then ripped the paper away, folding it neatly before stuffing it into his hand. Greg unfolded the piece of paper and stared down at it, his eyes glancing over my handwriting. "Your phone number?"

"Yeah. You need some way to contact me. How else were we supposed to talk about our date? Because as much as I love meeting up here at Med when we're both supposed to be working, the two of us could be fired for that," I joke.

"Right. Thank you," Greg spoke and sent a smile my way. "I'll be in touch soon." As soon as Greg walked off, I smiled to myself and turned around to head back into the ED. By the nurses' station, both Maggie and Will were waiting, desperate to hear the news.

"Well? What happened?" Maggie pushed.

"I just got asked on a date," I say.

"Told ya you liked him," Will exclaimed.

"So, what are you two gonna do? Tell us everything," Maggie requested.

"As much as I would love that, I've got work," I disclose.

"Work? You don't have any patients right now," Will declared.

"What? I'm sorry. I think I hear Dr. Abrams calling for me upstairs," I share and walk towards the elevator.

"Come on!" Maggie whined. "You can't just leave us hanging like that."

"I can, and I think I just did. See you guys later," I chirp and step into the elevator, the doors closing seconds later, leaving Maggie and Will frustrated in the middle of the ED.

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