#well we had almost the same music taste and humor

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i had a dream that i had one of showaddywaddy’s records in my collection somehow(i don’t actually but i want) and i was really happy about it and people were looking at it and talking about it with me in my garage even though i don’t keep them there (my records, not the people. i do not keep people anywhere, people are free to go where they choose)

[misspygmypie]

Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 5

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Words: 2066 Click here for Part 4

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Lando stood in the lobby of the hotel checking his watch and rehearsing his lines mumbling to himself. A sleek black car parked outside was ready for their drive. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long before Y/N emerged. She looked stunning, even though she was only wearing some jeans and a semi-elegant black top but it complemented her complexion perfectly. Lando’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. He approached with a warm, nervous smile.

“I’m sorry if I’m a bit underdressed,” she apologized with a low voice. “I didn’t expect you to ask me out, so I didn’t pack anything fancy.”

Lando’s smile widened and he shook his head gently. “You look gorgeous, Y/N. I’m just glad you agreed to going out with me.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, her cheeks flushing slightly after hearing the compliment. “You look great too.”

Lando stepped forward to open the car door for her and she slipped into the luxurious interior of the car. He quickly got in the driver’s seat and soon they were driving through the streets heading toward their destination.

The drive was filled with a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the soft music playing on the radio. Lando kept sneaking glances at Y/N, stealing moments to admire her profile and the way the city lights danced on her face. Y/N, for her part, seemed content, occasionally turning to him with a smile that made his heart race.

The restaurant’s terrace that Lando had reserved for their table overlooked the city, offering a breathtaking panorama of the city below. “This is beautiful,” she said and admired the view. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Lando said, his gaze lingering on her. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

The waiter arrived to take their drink orders and soon they talked about everything and nothing - shared memories, future dreams and light-hearted banter. Each moment seemed to draw them closer and Lando found himself more captivated by Y/N with every passing minute.

“Speaking of quirks,” Lando began at some point, leaning in slightly, “Years ago I tried to impress my team with a homemade dinner.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really? How did that go?”

“Well,” Lando said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I thought I’d go all out and make a fancy pasta dish with some chocolate mousse for after but I got so carried away that I accidentally used salt instead of sugar in the dessert.”

Y/N chuckled, “That sounds like a disaster. How did they react?”

“They were polite at first,” Lando said, trying to keep a straight face. “But halfway through the meal one of the guys said, ‘Well, at least we know Lando can make us laugh.’”

Y/N laughed, imagining Lando in the kitchen with a confused look on his face. “Sounds like you’re quite the chef.”

“More like an accidental comedian,” Lando replied with a wink. “But if you ever want a taste test, just let me know. I promise to stick to the recipe.”

“Deal,” Y/N said with a smile. “And I’ll bring my own sugar, just in case.”

The moment was light-hearted and endearing and Y/N couldn’t help but feel even more charmed by Lando’s playful and self-deprecating humor. 

A little while later, while he was telling her about his early karting days, she took a moment to really look at Lando. She couldn’t help but think how he looked like he’d stepped out of a fairy tale. There was something almost magical about the way he carried himself. The sharp lines of his black pants served timeless elegance, while the white shirt accentuated his toned body. His hair was perfectly styled, every lock in place as if it had been sculpted by an artist.

He reminded her of a Disney prince, the comparison making her smile. He had that same kind of defined, classic appeal, a blend of charm and grace that seemed almost otherworldly and she was the lucky one to share this evening with him. 

What had started as a simple Meet & Greet for the sole purpose of making her son happy, had turned into something much more. She had come to the event knowing very little about Lando, only the little bits Noah got excited about and told her but he was a toddler, so how much could he really know? But now she was fascinated by who Lando was as a person.

She was surprised at how Lando’s passion, his down-to-earth nature and his genuine kindness had drawn her in so quickly. The more they talked, the more she found herself appreciating the real person behind the public persona. She was falling for more than just the image of the driver; she was falling for the person he was, the one with a great sense of humor, love and genuine care.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lando met her gaze and Y/N realized that this was more than just an ordinary night. It was a magical moment and Lando was indeed her very own prince charming, making the evening feel like something out of a storybook.

“I have to tell you,” Y/N began at some point, “this is actually the first date I’ve been on since before Noah was born. It’s been a while, but tonight feels... special.”

Lando looked at her with genuine surprise. “I can’t believe no one has asked you out,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing, anyone would be lucky to spend time with you.” He meant every word he said but soon noticed the change in her demeanor. “I hope I didn’t upset you.”

“Oh god, Lando no,” Y/N tried to calm him down immediately, then took a deep breath, her gaze momentarily drifting to the city. “There’s something I’d like to share with you, if that’s okay.”

Lando nodded encouragingly, sensing the gravity in her tone. “Of course. I’m here to listen.”

“Noah’s dad…” Y/N hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I already told you he left shortly after Noah was born, he was just two months old. It wasn’t easy and I’ve been doing everything I can to raise him on my own. I guess I’m just a bit unsure about opening up to someone new, especially with Noah involved.”

Lando’s heart ached as he listened to Y/N’s words. He could sense the insecurity and vulnerability in her voice and he wanted nothing more than to reassure her that he was genuinely interested and understanding.

“I can only imagine how difficult that must have been for you,” Lando said softly. “I want you to know that I respect you immensely for how you’ve handled everything and for how much you care for him. The fact that you’re willing to open up and share this with me means a lot.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty but there was also hope. “It’s just that I’ve been so focused on protecting Noah and making sure he’s okay. I’d hate for him to get attached to someone else who’s going to leave and disappoint him.”

“I understand that completely but I want to be clear about how I feel. From the moment I met you and Noah I felt something really special. It’s not just about being interested, I’m here because I genuinely care and want to see where this can go.”

Y/N’s gaze softened and she took a small but relieved breath while Lando gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m serious about wanting to get to know you and Noah better. I understand that trust takes time and I’m more than willing to be patient and supportive. I genuinely believe there’s something here and I’d like to explore that with both of you.”

Just then he decided to share a small but - what he hoped - meaningful gesture. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping the screen to show Y/N. It showed the photo from when they first met at the Meet & Greet.

“This has been my phone background from the moment you two left that day,” Lando said, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I have been thinking about you nonstop since then.”

She looked at the photo, then back at Lando, her heart swelling and with slightly shaking hands she pulled out her own phone, showing it to the young man sitting across from her who got a perfect look at the exact same picture on her device. “Looks like great minds think alike,” she giggled softly.

Once they had finished their meal Lando led Y/N to the edge where they stood side by side taking in the stunning view. He turned to her, his eyes reflecting the city lights. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low and soft.

“It is,” Y/N replied, her gaze fixed on the horizon before meeting his eyes. “Thank you for this night, Lando. It’s been absolutely amazing.”

Lando’s eyes were locked onto Y/N’s, his gaze intense and filled with an emotion that spoke volumes. The air between them was charged with a palpable energy. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

His eyes softened and he leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away if she chose. Y/N’s own heart raced as she felt the pull of his presence and slowly but surely her eyes fluttered shut. She tilted her face upward, her lips parting in anticipation.

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. At first, it was a soft, lingering touch, a gentle exploration of what had been building between them. Lando’s lips were warm and reassuring against hers, his kiss a promise of all the words he hadn’t yet said.

Within seconds the kiss deepened, it became more urgent, more passionate. His hands moved to frame Y/N’s face, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her closer. The intensity of the kiss conveyed everything they had both been feeling but couldn’t quite put into words. Y/N responded eagerly, her hands grasping the front of his shirt, drawing him even closer. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of their lips moving together. 

When they finally parted, their foreheads pressed together, both of them were breathless, their hearts racing from the intensity of the moment. Y/N opened her eyes slowly, meeting Lando’s gaze with a look of pure happiness and love.

“That was…” Y/N began, her voice trembling slightly and she was unable to put the buzzing feeling in her stomach into words.

Lando smiled, his eyes shining with the same emotion and a soft smile on his features. “I’ve been wanting to do this the whole weekend.”

They stayed there for a few more moments, simply holding each other and enjoying each other’s presence until Lando gently took Y/N’s hands in his, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“So,” he started with a grin, “when you tell Noah about our date, how do you think he’ll react? Will he be thrilled to know his mom’s got a new boyfriend or will he just want to know if I’m bringing him a toy car next time?”

Y/N laughed, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Oh, Noah’s definitely going to have a lot of questions, he’s been very curious about everything lately. I’m sure he’ll be excited but he might also want to know if you have any cool stories to share.”

“Well,” Lando chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll have to make sure I have some good stories ready. Maybe I’ll even bring him a little something again next time. I have to make sure he still likes me.”

“You’re already his hero, so I don’t think you will have to worry about that,” Y/N replied smiling.

Lando’s gaze saddened slightly as he added, “I’m not looking forward to you two leaving tomorrow but I’ll be there to help you get to the airport. It’ll be nice to spend a bit more time with you before you two have to go.”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Lando and we will find a way to make this work.”

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[prettyboyjoao]

Dancing with a Stranger (Joao Felix oneshot)

warnings: smut, cursing, 18+

I could feel the lights illuminating my skin. With my eyes closed, my hips seemed to sway to the beat of the music on their own. My brain taking far too long to catch up to the movements of my body, but I didn’t mind. It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to reach this level. I usually opted for just a drink or two, preferring to watch my friends have all the drunken fun. After numerous nights of house parties, club outings, and group bonfires, I had rightfully earned my title of caretaker of the group. However, that wasn’t the case tonight. A long, stressful week at work had pushed me to my limit. By the time Friday came around, I could practically taste the tequila I was so desperately craving. Four well-deserved drinks later and I was on the dancefloor, lost in the music blaring throughout the tightly packed club. 

I threw my hands up and slowly dragged them down the sides of my body, feeling the spotlight illuminate my face yet again. It was then that I finally opened my eyes, only to be met with Joao staring right back at me. It was hard not to freeze at the sight before me. He sat on the edge of the booth; arm draped over the couch behind him, giving me the perfect view of his chest that peeked through the black button up adorning his body. He looked good, really good. I couldn’t help but continue to stare. 

I let my head fall back, swaying my hips some more. When I looked back over at Joao, I noticed that his eyes were still on me, scanning over my body not so subtly. His gaze was intimidating, yet thoughtful; I knew him well enough to know there was something on his mind. I subconsciously pulled down the hem of my dress as he shifted positions in the booth, finally breaking his gaze as he turned to look at Reece, who was yelling something to him over the loud music. I decided that if I was going to keep this up, I needed another drink. I dismissed myself from the dancefloor, promising the girls I would be right back, and made my way to the bar. 

After waiting for what felt like a lifetime, I finally reached the countertop. “One shot of tequila please,” I yelled. “Make that two,” I heard a familiar voice behind me. The bartender nodded, grabbing two shot glasses and making his way to the alcohol. I turned my head to find Joao who took his place beside me. “Having fun tonight?” he asked, looking down at me with a smirk. There was a pink tint to his cheeks, a clear indicator that he too had been drinking this evening. “I always do.” “Not like this though,” he shook his head. “Never get to see you like this, so carefree, so...” he was cut off by the bartender announcing his presence, handing us over the shots. Joao instructed the man to put them on his tab, and once again turned his focus to me. I smiled sweetly at the gesture and brought the glass to my lips as we both downed the tangy liquid. My eyes squeezed shut as the familiar taste burned my throat. I heard him chuckle at my reaction, seemingly unfazed by his shot. 

Joao’s laugh was something I had grown accustomed to hearing lots of during the course of our friendship. We had gotten on so well from the very beginning, with both of us sharing almost the same sense of humor. My friendship with him was unlike any other I’d had. He was always there for me. Whether it was offering a shoulder to cry on or providing me with company on a lonely day, he always made me feel cared for. I had developed quite the crush on him, I couldn’t help it. No man had ever provided me with the comfort and attention that he did. But I repressed my feelings, not wanting to jeopardize the relationship we had. 

I was brought out of my trance by the feeling of Joao’s hand on my back, guiding me away from the bar and back towards our booth.  He sat down, scooting his body over to make room for me. When I didn’t join him on the couch, he looked up at me curiously. He furrowed his brows, waiting for me to speak. “Sorry Felix, but I’m staying on the dancefloor tonight,” I smiled at him, eager for his response. He pondered for a moment before he spoke, “No worries, as long as you give me another show. I gotta admit, you’ve been keeping me quite entertained.” He smiled mischievously and dropped his right eye down into a wink. I felt my cheeks burn as I turned and walked away. 

It wasn’t unlike Joao to be a little flirtatious with me. In fact, I found myself slapping his arm quite often for the comments he would make in public. It was all in good fun though, and he never seemed to mean it in any way but a harmless joke. But tonight was different, his tone was different. The glint in his eye left my stomach turning, hoping that tonight was the night he actually meant it. 

I found myself in the center of the dancefloor once again, hips moving to the rhythm of the pulsing bass. Song after song passed by and not once did I slow my movements. I was in my element, completely enthralled by the electric environment surrounding me. A pair of hands on my hips startled me, and I glanced over my shoulder to find a man positioning himself behind me. He was attractive, to say the least. Shaggy blonde hair hung over his forehead, slightly covering his green eyes that were staring right into mine. “Hi beautiful,” he spoke just loud enough that I could hear. Instead of responding, I turned around, pressing my back into his front. Any other night, I would’ve turned the man down, opting to dance by myself rather than with a stranger. But I made an exception, knowing full well that I had an audience tonight. If Joao wanted a show, then he sure as hell was gonna get one.

The man adjusted his hands on my waist as I swayed back and forth, getting more comfortable with the fact that a total stranger had his hands on my body. Just as the beat began to pick up again, I heard another man’s voice behind me. “I’ll take it from here bro” My stomach dropped, instantly recognizing the familiar accent. The man backed off without a word, knowing he didn’t stand a chance against Joao, who basically towered over him. I stifled a laugh, looking up at him with a smile, only to be met with a stern gaze. “What’s the matter? You that eager to come join me?” I teased. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped both of his arms around me tightly, leaving no room for me to move. He bent down, making sure his lips were level with my ear before he spoke, “Don’t like watching another man put his hands all over my girl.” He loosened his grip on my body and moved his large hands to my waist, holding on as if I was going to disappear at any given moment. I didn’t say anything, too shocked to even begin to form a response. Instead, I pushed back into him, placing my ass exactly where he wanted it. I resumed my movement, moving slower than before, grinding back into his body. He groaned internally and pressed himself closer to me, although I don’t think it was physically possible. He raked his hands up and down my body and I leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder, while continuing to move my hips. I couldn’t help but shiver as he brought his lips to my ear once again. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a small kiss to my earlobe. 

I nearly melted at his words. I could feel him growing harder as I moved with him, desperately wanting to feel more of me as I did him. In a sudden and unexpected act of  drunken bravery, I quickly swiveled around and pressed my lips onto his, not giving either of us any more time to think about it. My body was on fire, feeling like it could explode any second. The moment I had been waiting for so long was finally here, and it was better than I could have ever imagined. He kissed me back passionately, attacking my lips with his own. His hand found its way to my hair, tugging on the end of the strands to allow himself deeper access to my mouth. He separated his lips from mine and led them down my neck, leaving behind a trail of sloppy, wet kisses. “Come home with me,” he practically begged as he continued kissing up my neck. He made his way back to my lips and pressed them on mine. “Let’s go,” I replied in between kisses. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the club, not wasting any time in saying goodbye to our friends. 

A gust of cold air blew in my face upon exiting the building. Joao wrapped his arms around my waist in an attempt to keep me warm, softly peppering kisses on my neck as we waited for the car to pull up--always a gentleman. In a matter of seconds, we hopped into the back of a black sedan, thankful to find that the driver was separated by a divider. Joao rested his hand on my thigh as we began our short journey to his house. Needing to feel his lips on mine again, I leaned over and kissed him. He immediately deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his hand trailed further up my leg, under my dress. His fingers toyed with the hem of my panties nervously. This was new territory for us. It was terrifying, but exhilarating. After a few seconds, he brought his fingers to my clit, slowly rubbing circles over my panties. He was torturing me, moving his fingers at a snail’s pace, barely applying any pressure. I pushed my hips forward into his hand finding a better angle, needing him to really touch me. I couldn’t help but let a moan escape into his mouth causing him to halt his movement. “Patient baby. Don’t wanna have to fuck you in the car,” he warned. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth as he lowered his hand again, resuming his slow, torturous movements. Thankfully, the streets became familiar, and I knew we were arriving at our destination. 

We made a beeline for the front door of Joao’s house, so eager, so ready to explore each other that we didn’t even bother to thank the driver. He had me pushed up against the wall as soon as the door shut behind us, lips hungrily attacking my own. He moved his way down my neck to my chest, sucking marks into my skin, claiming me, as his hands moved from my ass to the top of my back. His hands found the zipper to my dress, and he hesitated before asking, “Can I?” I nodded my head, barely choking out the word, “Yes.” He pulled my dress down and let it pool at my feet, absolutely in awe at the sight before him. My decision to go braless was solely made in the name of fashion, but it seemed to be benefitting me in other ways at the moment. He stepped back to take his own shirt off, before letting his eyes take in the sight of my body once again. “So so beautiful baby. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this.” He caught my lips in a kiss again and tapped the back of my legs, signaling me to jump. 

He carried me effortlessly, walking the short distance to his living room. “Me too baby, just want you so bad,” I whined into his ear, receiving a low groan from him. He laid me down on the couch and knelt between my legs, peppering kisses from my calves to the tops of my thighs. He pulled down my panties slowly, and I was sure that if he took any longer I was going to combust. He brought his fingers to my pussy, running them up and down my folds and teasing my entrance. “So wet baby, is this all for me?” he asked as he brought his face dangerously close to my heat. “Please,” I begged. And that was all it took before I felt his tongue swipe across my clit. I let out a loud gasp, so relieved at the feeling. He kept his focus on my clit, swirling his tongue up and down and side to side. I let my hand tangle into his hair, tugging at his curls. He grunted at the feeling and I moaned his name, feeling a pit starting to form in my stomach. “You taste so fucking good angel,” he murmured into my pussy, while deciding to add his fingers into the mix. He brought his lips back to my clit and began to suck harshly while inserting his index finger inside of me. “Fuck,” I moaned, dragging out the word. He added a second finger and I threw my head back, attempting to clench my thighs shut, but Joao pushed back and continued his pace. “-baby, I’m gonna...I-..” he didn’t stop as my orgasm took over my body. I moaned out for him, seeing stars as he took his time licking up and down once more, cleaning me up, letting me recover. 

He stood up and removed his pants, wasting no time, just as desperate for release as I was. He removed his boxers and kicked them aside, letting me see all of him for the first time. My eyes were drawn to his member as I studied his body. I was intimidated at his size, but so eager to feel him fill me up. Joao moved on top of me and hovered over my body, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. He moved his lips down to my chest and shifted his attention to my breasts; sucking, biting, licking, and marking my tit in any way he could while using his hand to grope the other. He lowered his hand between us and grabbed himself, dragging his tip up and down my folds, teasing me. I whimpered at the sensation, wanting, needing, him to take me right now, but knowing he wanted me to beg for it. 

“Need to feel you,” I choked out. He fulfilled my request and pushed his tip past my entrance, slowly pushing himself all the way into me. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, lowering his head into the crook of my neck. He waited a minute, shifting his hips at a soft pace, allowing me to adjust to him. I let out a moan, encouraging him to pick up his pace, and his thrusts became quicker. He lifted his head up and watched me, admiring the way my mouth fell open in bliss. His eyes fell to my chest and watched as my tits bounced. “Look so pretty marked up for me baby. All fuckin’ mine,” he grunted, rutting his hips into mine more aggressively. “All yours,” I agreed, earning a moan from him. He sounded so pretty, so vulnerable. I could never get enough of hearing him. He brought his hand down to my clit and began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves while continuing at the same pace. A string of curse words flew out of my mouth, overwhelmed by the pleasure. It wasn’t long before that familiar feeling began to form. “I’m so close baby,” I cried. He squinted his eyes shut and I could tell he was too. “Shit,” he whimpered, “cum for me pretty girl, let me have you.” I saw stars as I came around him, listening to him moan at the feeling of me clenched around his cock. His thrusts became more aggressive and unsteady as he threw his head back and cried out, “fuck baby.” His hips stopped moving as I felt his warm release inside of me. His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he came down from his high, relishing in the feeling of finishing in me. 

He pulled himself out of me and flopped his body beside me, engulfing me in his arms. We laid in a comfortable silence for several minutes, neither of us wanting to ruin the moment we had waited for so long. He picked up a strand of my hair and twisted it in his fingers, sighing before finally speaking up. “Stay with me tonight?” he asked. Sleepovers with Joao were my favorite thing; we had many over the course of our friendship. However, tonight was something more. It would be our first sleepover together. I was scared, but ready to embrace the change, ready to embrace him. “Of course,” I replied, feeling giddy at the thought of finally being able to sleep in his arms. “Good, because I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.”

[paperlovesadness]

Miles Kane & Alex Turner as the actual definition of Twin Flames

So I read about twin flames and couldn't get these two out of my mind while doing so. Because of how the article seemed to be specifically about them. So here we are. Miles Kane and Alex Turner fitting all 11 signs of finding your "mirror soul" / twin flame (based on this arcticle. Quotes taken directly) I linked most sources within the screenshots/images themselves. This post could go on forever - so I had to stop at some point. Still, welcome to my most unhinged post yet! Enjoy!

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Definition: A twin flame is an intense soul connection with someone thought to be a person's other half, sometimes called a "mirror soul." It's based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies.

1. When you met, there was instant recognition

When you first encounter your twin flame, Spinelli says there will be an intense sense of attraction, recognition, and longing. "Meeting a twin flame often feels like home," she notes. "They feel familiar—an undeniably intense bond as though you have known them before."

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[screenshot / translation from the lovely @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind's post / linked in the image] ____

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You and your twin flame may find that you have a lot in common as far as values, past experiences, and interests, Spinelli adds. "Both of you will find that your past story has a lot of coincidences and similar experiences."

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And of course: similar taste in music, similar interests, similar goals & dreams & approach to life (still no wives / children? [Alex as the only one in AM] -> Oriented around their own lives/dreams/hobbies), similar sense of humor, kind of similar sense of style honestly (or complimentary) & tons more.

3. You complement each other

In those areas that you aren't similar, you'll find your differences complement each other, almost like yin and yang. Their shadow, for example, will be complemented by your light, and vice versa. And because a twin flame mirrors you, you're likely very aware of how your relationship highlights your shadows, and theirs.

I know they've probably spoken about this / shown it much more. But this post is long enough on it's own. I think we all see they match / complete each other very well with their differences. Very well shown in TLSP - their music and lyrics are normally disctinctly their own style - but they come together and those differences make up something really magical (aka some of my very favorite music). And overall in personalities - where Miles is much more extraverted, outgoing. More talkative in interviews, a charmer with tons of friends. A performer first and foremost. Alex is more of a self-proclaimed introvert, on the calm, quieter side. Didn't even want to be the lead singer - wanted to write and play. Seems to enjoy process/studio more than performing.

4. Your insecurities and doubts are amplified

"The purpose of your twin flame is to support and help you with your divine mission and purpose," notes spiritual author Shannon Kaiser. "So, often this type of relationship will reflect your problems and deepest insecurities so you can work through them to heal and grow."

so obviously we don't know much about their private conversations and such. But honestly the way their differences complement one another (more on that below) - the way they've been friends for years (and close ones - constantly in contact/visiting each othert etc.) and have mentioned they can talk to each other about anything in their lives and also what I take away from some of their lyrics; with all that I just know this is true. Also quite literally they do support one another beautifully in their journeys and purpose in life (which yeah. I believe in big part is music and art). Truly believe there wouldn't be a TBHC or The Car without TLSP influences. Same with Miles' new stuff. (Also TLSP in itself is to me - their most valuable work of all). Also Imma leave some Miles Kane lyrics here. Make of them what you will.

Miscommunication Tailored altercations Sing to yourself at night So come a little closer, dear You know I find it kinda hard to hear When you are whispering like that And you're diving in the deep The world at your feet An oyster but you can't break the shell We're sitting on the carousel, bang, bang My God, I know this all too well

So let me save you from yourself because

Caroline, you're living on the edge this time But it ain't nothing personal, no, no It's something that you need to know It's problematic cosmological

Take my hand And go and lead the life that you've planned 'Cause you're gonna be just fine My Caroline My Caroline

5. They feel magnetic

From the moment you met and still to this day, you feel drawn to them physically when they're near you, as well as magnetically, when you're apart. It's as though their energy is always with you, always wanting to be closer.

UM... Do we even need me to even put any examples here? But ok, ok. Just a few little ones to not leave it empty

and then, for the being apart part, of course:

6. The relationship is tumultuous

Twin flame relationships aren't all smooth sailing, and actually, they're usually not. Being with a twin flame is like constantly being confronted by yourself, namely the parts of yourself you may not like. It can be incredibly challenging, but it's facilitating major growth for both of you.

Well there's:

which people say shows some tension between them (kind od agree) there's Miles' lyrics from his last two albums, which I am convinced are about Alex and could be taken as light diss tracks honestly. Either way - there've been theories about some tensions between the two around 2018ish? And maybe later. Seems like they've smoothed it out. But song lyrics can say a lot about potential hurt and love between the two. Also if you believe this twin flame thing is about romance - well then the fact they keep being in other relationships is the biggest thing (but still can't keep their hands off each other? potentially?) If you choose to see it as a deep platonic connection only - then just ignore the girlfriend-reference part above. For a bite-size example I'll leave you with some more Miles Kane lyrics here (I think these are most commonly & widely agreed upon to be about Alex). I'm gearing up to start doing some thorough MK lyric dissections / crazy theories soon!

You're walking around, your head in the clouds You're acting as if you're Mr. Johnny know-it-all Mister come and watch me fall

You're feeling alive, a Jekyll and Hyde You're riding the tides and everybody's just doing fine Leading that double life

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya You're dancing with death in a bulletproof vest There's no other way to say it, brother Better watch your step Before all goes west

The king and the queen, the milk in your tea The partner in crime you only ever found once in life Don't let it pass you by

7. The relationship is very intense

There's a definite emotional charge between twin flames, says Spinelli, and they often develop quickly because you already feel so familiar. And as Kaiser adds, "Because you are so connected at a soul level, you feel things deeper together, which often makes for more intensity and passion."

I mean here's another one where we don't really need much material, do we? It's just there. And also previous quotes are examples for this one too. About how quickly they became the closest of friends: long conversations on the phone, sleeping at each others houses, getting to know each other's parents etc. And then they write music together (stating that if they met earlier they'd have been a band together for sure) and hop onto a plane to record an album in the French countryside, spending all their time together there. As still relatively fresh friends at that point.

I also needed to include this somewhere because I 100% also perceive Lennon/McCartney as twin flames - and think that this is where many of the comparisons between them lay (and also big part of why Miles & Alex can relate to the two on a deeper level) (we're not gonna talk about the sad ending for those two though. Okay? No).

-- And yeah. Also all that chemistry.

8. You keep coming back together

"The chase" is most definitely a part of the twin flame relationship. At some point, one of you may walk away, out of fear, anger—you name it. But you'll often come back.

"If you're in an 'on and off'-again-type relationship, it could be with your twin flame," Kaiser says. "You'll find that things just keep bringing you together in random ways. Could be months, years, even decades; you just always find your way back to one another."

+See: many of the other things already stated above - but especially under point 6. Also the fact they're in each others lives since they were pretty much kids and still after years chose/choose to spend so much time together, practically living next to one another at one point (Miles moving to LA partially for Alex) and talking about how they never do more than 2 months without seeing each other (and that's caused by big stuff, like tours). Also... I think if someone belives there's more going on bewteen the two then yeah... This seems like a description of what it seems like from the outside (with one of the bigger "on-agains" being around EYCTE era? And off- around TBHC / CDG album eras?)

9. Your connection feels divine

When you find your twin flame, there's a certain larger-than-life quality that likely feels divine or predestined.

"There is a feeling that you have been brought together by a higher power," Spinelli notes, and that creates a very strong bond between the two of you. (These can also sometimes be karmic relationships.)

See stuff from other points: esp. 1 and 2 I guess. All of them though. And just the way they read each others minds... But that's for the next point.

10. You have an almost psychic connection

You and your twin flame can likely communicate with just a glance, and you always know what the other is thinking. You may even feel each other's emotions or symptoms, Spinelli adds.

The way they finish each others sentences, connect via eye contact (like just glancing at the other and suddenly laughing knowingly?) all the mirroring and inside jokes. Yup. We all know all that, there's a lot. Too much. So just a symbolic amount of examples here.

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11. They push you to be and do better

Because twin flames act as mirrors, they challenge us to do better, and oftentimes, your purposes are aligned in a way that pushes both of you to new heights. It's a very expansive relationship that promotes a lot of growth.

“Sometimes it can be a pressure being the fella in the band who writes the songs. Getting together with Miles I’ve got someone to bounce ideas off and that is something new for me. Also, it gives me somewhere to hide because he’s up there singing with me. In the Arctic Monkeys, there’s nowhere for me to hide.” - Alex As stated in another point - Miles is the more extraverted / loud / cheerful one, while Alex seems calmer, more reserved and on the serious-or-even-sad side. Well guess what - when they're together they balance each other out - and Alex is much more happy and outgoing. Even in interviews - which he famously doesn't really enjoy/do well in. (Take this from a fellow anxious/shy/quiet person. It's a GIFT to find a peron who opens you up this way). Miles also definitely gains a lot from Alex's presence and contrasting way of being.

I know that I could put so much more in here and it's driving me a little mad. There's quotes I have in my head but couldn't place and gave up on the search and stuff I probably just forgot too. But Imma let go of my perfectionism and leave this as is - because I believe it gets the message across. Hope you enjoy my insanity with me! XO

[lieutenant-teach]

Obi-Wan sings. Cody has feelings. CodyWan edition of ‘Star Wars Summer Vacation’. Warning: Lego-style humor! Part 3\5 [part 1], [part 2], [part 4], [part 5].

– Excuse me – sing? – that was an unexpected tactic. – Can I do anything else to distract them?

– Well, I don’t think you’d agree to disrobe, - Cody retorted, eyeing the crowd of dancers, drinkers and in general having-fun’ers. – Don’t worry, your task is just to magnet all their attention to yourself, so I can sneak around – I know how to handle coaxium.

– Fine, - begrudgingly Obi-Wan let Cody drag him to the stage with Max Rebo and his band in the background. – ‘Gamorrean guys’? How do you even know such trashy pop songs? – the odd choice made him even more scared than the fact that he was going to perform for all this ragtag audience of locals, tourists, criminals of all sorts, half-criminals and Imperials.

– You’d never guess how questionable Wolffe’s taste in music is, - Cody pushed Obi-Wan on the stage. – Come on, my dear husband, blast ‘em!

Obi-Wan met the eyes of all the public looking at him expectantly. He felt like he’d already failed Cody’s task – his dry tongue stuck to his palate, his body seemed wooden and awkward, grown disused and so unlike his graceful and flexible past self. But he’d survived more, and Cody’s – Rebellion’s – mission was at stake right now. So Obi-Wan brought the mic to his mouth and took a deep breath.

Cody had always known – his (now former) General was a man of lots of talents. It wasn’t an exaggeration of an enamored person – it was a fact, same as he was a clone. But he almost forgot about coaxium, mission, Rebellion itself seeing Obi-Wan firing up the crowd. Whatever he said about being old and boring, was completely untrue in Cody’s eyes. And ears. And all the other parts of his body and mind. It was as if Obi-Wan let an invisible shawl of his grief, regrets and pain off his shoulders, allowing his bright energy shine and making everyone join this energy. The silly words of the song didn’t register in Cody’s mind, only the voice as a balm to his heart. Seeing him moving on stage along the music absolutely disproved his own words about being out of shape. All that wasn’t helping to stop a forgotten fire of desire rising in his veins from the moment Cody recognized him. Desire of being close. Be there, listen to his voice every day, see him every day, spend time together – as Cody had hoped back then, during the war.

But… Cody shook his head and turned to Jabba’s rhythmically rolling to music fat. He had a mission to accomplish.

They’d almost made it. Up until the moment when the younger stormtrooper crashed into Cody and revealed the coaxium vials attached to his belt.

Jabba’s enraged roar, stormtroopers’ stomping, shouts of the crowd were becoming farther as Cody and Obi-Wan were moving away on a speeder stolen from the pile of gifts near the palace. But the familiar whine of the engine was approaching despite Cody’s efforts to squeeze everything from the speeder’s abilities.

– Looks like we have a company, - Obi-Wan stated the obvious, clinging to Cody’s back and twisting the neck to turn around. – Your famous brother, to be more precise.

– Don’t you dare calling Boba Fett my brother, - Cody swung the speeder, narrowly escaping the plasma shot, and dived into a canyon. 

[gaym0m]

Okay so l'm really sad cause this girl I have been kinda seeing (and like a lot) is moving states today so imma write that but as Ellie and Beth :) no maggot mommy sorry guys 😭

I'll probably do fluff later.

Warnings: angst, cuss words. Kissing? Gonna do 2nd person cause head hurts. R knows guitar in Beth's part. And just owns some in Ellie’s part.

Beth

Knowing Beth since before she started to learn about music and guitars was a joyful ride.

It was even better when you knew how to play the guitar.

Living just a few blocks from eachother's apartment buildings, meant the two of you would meet almost very day

Ellie wasn’t too sure about this at first but you grew on her (and kept her sister out of trouble while she worked which was really good for her)

But it really wasn’t meant to last

Cause if it was I tagged this wrong (I didn’t im sorry)

As soon as Beth was 18 and Ellie had enough money saved, they planned to move. Not only had Ellie found an amazing husband (this is actually a Jay haters group. But I guessss I have to say he’s nice at first), she had her tattoo business up and running.

Ellie had to go to LA for a bigger market

And Beth had to follow, already applying to multiple music schools and being accepted into most of not all

You? Even if you wanted to follow them (god you wanted to follow them so much it make you physically ill) you simply couldn’t.

You loved Beth so so much, how could you not? Her humor, her taste in literally everything, her voice. . . Truly the list goes on.

But you had been accepted to a school across country, full ride (this means tuition and living paid for those not in America 😔✊) and far from home

It was supposed to be a good thing.

You were all achieving your dreams

So why did it feel like you couldn’t breath?

Why did your chest ache and long for something you’d long since given up?

Because love sucks. (Which is why we all obsess over fictional characters)

The day came so much sooner than you were ready.

All three of you shared a teary good bye, but once Ellie had entered the car, Beth’s arms wrapped tightly around you.

Her face sinking into your neck (as it had a thousand times before after a fight with her mom or her mom vs her sister)

It was a quiet plead for comfort.

Comfort that after that day you wouldn’t be able to provide her.

Her tears soaked your shirt and your tears in hers.

No words were spoken, it wasn’t really necessary when you two knew each-other so well.

Too soon, you had to pull away. Tear stained cheeks flushed red, and green eyes looked dull while locking with yours.

Without much of a second thought, you both leaned in.

Finally Sharing the kiss you both (unknowingly) had been longing for.

It wasn’t how you wanted it, and it wasn’t Beth’s happy ending either

But it was a last hurrah, as your two stories broke off into different paths.

It was as comforting as it was painful, with ideas of what could have been.

Ellie

Ellie had always been a sweetheart, despite her mother’s neglect and her forced motherhood towards Beth.

That was something you admired about her from the moment you meet.

Being the same age as her and with little to no real responsibility except to school, you leant her a hand with Beth.

You parents weren’t rich, but they were certainly workaholics and comfortable.

Which meant while you couldn’t just move them into your house, you could certainly drive them around in your car.

Or buy them groceries when Ellie was running low on money.

It still made you laugh at the memory of her swearing up and down that she would pay you back or return the favor while Beth stood behind her quietly mocking her and sending you a playful wink (one which you’d always return with a smirk)

Ellie adored how well you got along with her sister, and just how much you were willing to go out of your way for them.

Even gifting Beth one of your older guitars for her birthday (you can’t remember who was smiling the widest, little Beth with her guitar feeling like a rockstar or Ellie, watching her sister with the warmest blue eyes you’ve ever seen in your life)

Looking back, that’s when you first fell hard for her. Very eyes so warm and welcoming yet so full of love, pain and everything else.

Like two vacuums dragging you in until you couldn’t breath.

In a good way

One of your favorite memories was convincing Ellie to give you a tattoo after watching her practice on fake skin.

She wouldn’t stop saying no until you compromised, if it looked awful when it healed, she owed you a cover up.

Spoiler alert, it definitely wasn’t great.

She did give you that cover up though

And it looked amazing

Almost matching with her beautiful vine design.

But maybe you waited to long

Or you read it all wrong

Because it was a random Tuesday when she dropped the bomb

She meet a guy. . . And she really liked him.

At first it felt like nothing, a stupid fling at best in your mind.

But one date turned to two then three then weeks of dating followed by months.

Yet your stupidly held on to hope.

Years passed, Jay was still in the picture and while you tried to stay sane you could feel yourself quickly deteriorating.

Beth was quick to notice, always offering a sorry smile when you two locked eyes while Ellie and Jay shared a loving moment.

Yet another year passed, one you spent overworked in order to push the tattoo artist out of your head.

A year which Jay spent pulling Ellie deeper and deeper.

The day you found out about their engagement sent you in a quiet spiral.

Just minutes from home, in a bar with shots lined up waiting for you to finish the last four.

Beth found you first, helping you up and home.

She knew she shouldn’t have told you, after all you clearly were struggling.

But she figured now was better than later.

“Ellie and Jay are moving to LA, and I was hired as a guitar technician with a bad going on tour in a month. .”

Talk about two birds one stone.

Your heart shattered further

Tears forming into your eyes and spilling down your cheeks until you had no more tears to give.

You knew better than to even imagine having a chance now.

Beth tried her best to be there for you, but she was also busy with packing and coming to terms with separating from her sister (and mother figure)

Meanwhile you distracted yourself. Pulling even more shifts at work, packing and shipping all your stuff out to NYC.

With no real tears left to cry, teary eyes and long tight hugs were exchanged between you and Ellie.

Her lips pressed to your cheek before she promised to keep in touch.

Then just like that she was gone

And suddenly you had more tears to cry

You had more pain

But you also had acceptance

And a new road ahead, and away from those you loved for so long.

Ahh sorry for the angst, I am depresso buttt i promise fluff tonight or tomorrow. For now send me ask if you’d like lol.

[bks-blogs]

Top Cat and Gang in the 101 Dalmatian Street Universe

Might as well introduce the entire Top Cat gang in their charming, 101DS-esq art style! We've got the whole gang here: T.C., Benny the Ball, Choo-choo, Spook, Fancy Fancy and Brain.

You may notice that Brain, Spook and Cooch are female in this pic! That's because their designs take heavy inspiration from Jellystone. This is a no brainer to fans who have watched the show on HBO max when you look more closely at their look and designs!

Let's go through each one of our colorful six pack of felines, shall we?

I'm pretty sure very few had wondered what Hanna Barbera's coolest cat would look like in the 101 Dalmatian Street Universe. Well, this is pretty much your answer. Top Cat has been one of my few favorite Hanna-Barbera cartoons growing up, and I though "Hey, why not draw this guy in the 101DS-verse on four legs".

Here he is, in 101 Dalmatian Street's adorable art-style, and I gotta admit, I think he fits right in!

Seems like Fergus has got another friend who's experienced with lying and cheating!

Starting first with Top Cat's gang, it's Benny the Ball!

Seeing as Benny is the youngest of the gang as confirmed in the original show, I kinda picture him as a young, blue kitten with a naive, but energetic personality! Not to mention he has a strange taste in music. (Horrible singing, off-key notes, corny music, that kinda thing. 'V('-')V')

His appearance is pretty much the same from the original show, aside from his 101DS artstyle and character.

Next up, we've got Choo-choo! I wasn't sure where to go with this fluffy pink cat, so I thought "ta heck with it" and went with the Jellystone version of her.

I imagine her as an optimistic-type cat, with a nonsensical personality. She tends to slide in some humorous comments especially during some serious moments, but all-in-all she is a sweet-natured cat full of emotions and cares deeply Top Cat and others, even Dylan, Dolly and other Camden citizens she interacts with.

Now we've got the largest, most intimidating cat of the gang: Spooky!

I basically based her personality off of Jellystone and also Big the Cat from the Sonic series. She's basically mute and also a dopey, kibbles-for-brain feline.

Her design is mostly based off of Roxy, with her towering stature and her face. In the 101DS Universe, Spooky is known to make smaller canines nervous and uncomfortable due to her disturbing cross-eyed expression, and her bulking figure, similar to the way Roxy would.

Unlike Roxy though, Spooky always appears oblivious to how others are afraid to even take a step toward her.

Moving along, we got our fabulous, girl-cat-go-getter Fancy Fancy!

Fancy is almost pretty much the same in the 101DS universe: laid-back, kindhearted and undoubtedly handsome, and falls head-over-tail with every female cat he meets. But he also tends to play cool-headed like Hansel.

Fancy-fancy also has utmost desire for poetry like Hansel does. These two tend to get along together, despite Fancy being a member of con-artist's run by T.C.

For Fancy's design, I actually took design inspiration from his earlier character concept art from the original show, where he had stripes to look more like a Tabby Manx. That is of course, until Hanna-Barbera decided to ditch the stripes for Fancy's final design. I'm guess perhaps the stripes would be too hard to animate under a limited budget... I have no idea! :P

Last but not least, we've got our gothic little orange kitten: The Brain!

For the 101DS-Universe, I simply based Brain's appearance and personality off of her Jellystone counterpart in favor over the clueless and dimwitted personality the original Brain had the original show.

I wanted to give Brain a more creative and expressive nature, hence why I threw in different colors of paint on her paws and tail.

With Brain expressing herself through art, I can easily picture her and Da Vinci getting along together, even when she's one of Top Cat's alley gang members, swindling and conning the Camden citizens of their money.

@atomiccartoons

[ellemany]

Stressed Out - Chapter IX

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Energy Transfer

Recommended Music: This is me trying - Taylor Swift

 The term energy transfer is used to describe the transfer of excitation from one body to another, the same or different, or between groups of the same molecule.

 The Chamber body cautiously tries to perform an energy exchange with the Viper body. He just need to know if she will accept it or not.

They died.

He was electrocuted and she was stabbed in the head.

Well, it was an occupational hazard.

When Viper regained consciousness, she was in the Protocol ward, lying on a stretcher and wearing a hospital gown. The healing process was supposed to be over a while ago and they pulled her out of the resurrection chamber so she wouldn't be taking up space. She had a hell of a headache. The muscles tingled. And she had a horrible taste of spoiled bread in her mouth.

Viper sat on the bed dropping a groan, resting her head on the metal backrest. She took a deep breath, with the smell of infirmary hitting her.

- How are you feeling?

Viper could recognize that timbre anywhere. The calm and gentle intonation made him relax. The muscles stopped tingling.

She turned to him. Chamber was on the gurney next to hers, wearing the same hospital gown. He moved the uncomfortable tissue, as if he wanted to get it out of his body as soon as possible. Chamber was out of glasses, which meant he was practically blind. Viper wondered how he knew she was there.

- With a headache. – Her voice came out hoarse. She put her hands together on her lap, playing with her thumbs. - That Jett's reflexes were sharp as hell. - She said, grumpy.

- At least you saw where that came from. - Chamber grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

- I told you it's a bad idea to be in the same place all the time. - Viper spoke with a little contentment, knowing that he had ignored her advice to move tactically.

- But I can always hit at least one. - Chamber argued defensively. - How was I supposed to imagine that psycho Sova would shoot two arrows exactly where I was?

Viper breathed a sigh, squeezing her lips to contain her smile.

- The spike was disarmed? - She controlled her voice so she wouldn't get more fun than she intended.

-Yes... Killjoy used the turret for what it heard.

- Hell, I hate that little robot. - Viper wrinkled her nose, thinking of Killjoy's annoying robot. - My clone must have died trying to destroy that little thing.

- It's very irritating. The boombot too.

- Oh, I still have nightmares about that happy little face...

-Serious? I thought you were the only one. Usually I dream that there's an army of those little things trying to break into my apartment and blow me up in little pieces. - Chamber spoke with fun and almost, almost, made Viper let out a laugh.

They let the silence flood the infirmary. It was light and comfortable. They heard the base moving in the distance. That postmortem moment between them seemed soft, contrasting with the tension of the plane.

-Can we...? - Viper turned to Chamber, waiting for him to speak. His face was facing her, his eyelids almost closing as he tried to see something.

Viper controlled herself so as not to laugh at his face, while also wanting to yell at him for everything that he put her through. She took a deep breath, lifting one of her shoulders.

- Now?

- You want to wait for us to die again? - Your speech was a mixture of humor and nervousness. Chamber snapped his tongue, scratching his eye. - This could be the last time... And... I don't want to wait to find out if it's going to be or not...

Viper wet her lips, thinking that, unfortunately, Chamber was right. They could die on the next mission. It wasn't worth rooting for being resurrected once again to try to solve their issues. Every opportunity, every moment, could be the last.

- Ok… - She spoke without really wanting to face what was to come. She pressed her hands tight in her lap, controlling herself so as not to cross her arms. The scientist sniffed, thinking that more than one last moment, that was a decisive action.

- Ok… - He repeated and bit his lips before he spoke. - I... Why didn't you go on the test of the new projectiles?

Viper raised her eyebrows, surprised that he touched on this subject. She reflected for a moment, recalling when he had spoken to her that he would take the test. Three days ago, when his intonation was that of an ice cube and made her respond in the same way.

- I thought you didn't want me around. - She spoke candidly, remembering how sore her heart was by the way he spoke that day. - So I didn't stay around...

Chamber let out the air, wetting his lips.

- I never said that.

- The way you said it, it looked like. - The words came out quickly, as if her heart wanted to let go of everything that hurt her. - It looks like you... Push me away. - Viper had an ironic laugh. - By the heavens... It even looks like me. - She sniffed, looking the other way, where a curtain was parting her from the other area of the infirmary. She kept analyzing the balls that decorated the fabric. Viper swallowed dry and squeezed her hands. She wasn't used to it at all. - I don't want you to... Be like me... Drowned at work and driving everyone away... I... I know what it's like. And And... Oh, shit. - Viper gave up, hugging herself.

This was the first time she had given a way to express her feelings to anyone. It was weird, embarrassing and... Okay, she was feeling a little lighter, but that didn't mean she didn't want to get in a hole for saying all that out loud.

Viper's arms were hurting by the force with which she held them, her nails stuck in the flesh. She heard Chamber's stretcher creaking and turned around, watching him. Of all the feelings that invaded her, the last one Viper expected to hit her was fun. Since it wasn't every day that she saw Chamber with his arms stretched out like a blind man, trying to reach her. And he was totally lost.

- Can you ou merde! - He slammed his little finger on the corner of one of the tables with medical devices between them, making a grimace. - Why did this have to happen now? - He whimpered, groping the table, trying to locate himself.

Viper let go of the air with a smile, putting her hand on her face afterwards. She shook her head and leaned over the stretcher, holding his wrist.

- This way. - She guided him around the table, helping him get close to her. Viper gave him space to lean on the gurney, moving away a little. - Ready. Better, blind guy? - She raised an eyebrow, with a debauched smile playing on her lips. - Next time I'm going to get you a cane, too.

-Wow!. How funny she is. Ha ha. - He spoke ironically, his face turned toward her. Chamber narrowed his eyes a little. - I don't see you yet.

- No wonder why. - She rolled her eyes squeezing her lips a little to contain another smile.

- Can I be closer?

Viper looked at him for a few seconds, thinking about the proposal. She knew that the closeness Chamber spoke of was enough for her to see that his brown eyes were honey-like. That his nose was a little crooked to the left and that his lips were inches away from hers.

It was the proximity of a kiss.

Viper missed when they got close like that every day.

She decided it was time to kill the many longings she felt.

- Come here. - She touched his arm, pulling him a little.

Chamber climbed on the gurney, groping until he lay on his side. Viper lay on the stretcher facing him, feeling his breath against her skin and his smell instilling her lungs. That colony won't come out even after he dies. Viper was grateful for the good quality of the fragrance that she always liked.

- Better? - She whispered reluctantly, as if to tell a secret to someone special.

-A little. - He responded in the same way, struggling to focus his gaze on her. With his fingertips, he put a lock of her hair behind her ear. The soft touch like a feather was sweet enough for Viper to feel her cheeks warming. She scolded herself for the automatic response of her body. Chamber took a deep breath, pushing his hand away from her and Viper struggled not to hold him to keep him close. - I... I'm sorry I had a fight with you. - His voice transuded his repentance and pain amid the slurred words, each uttered with difficulty. Taking down his pride was harder than it seemed, but, somehow, Chamber managed to keep going. - You tried to do something for me that I didn't even realize I needed and... I was so stressed that I discounted on… Everything I said... Sabine... I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. - Chamber's eyes trembled, as if he wanted to look away, but he didn't. His nose was as red as ever. - Those days you've been away... I think hell must look like what I felt... I don't want to push you away… And I don’t want you stay away from me...

Chamber gave up, looking away. Viper watched him for a few seconds, feeling her heart inflate by that man in front of her like never before. Her remorse dissipated much faster than she expected, giving way to the simple and pure love she felt for him. Looking at his resigned feature after giving that clumsy statement, Viper knew that she didn't want to walk away from Chamber either. On the contrary, she wanted to be close to him. As close as their atoms and the space between them allowed.

She took her hand to his face, stroking his soft cheek with her thumb, feeling that familiar electricity go through her as always when she felt glued to him. He held her hand in his face, closing his eyes. They entered a contemplative silence, digesting everything they just said.

- That's... Weird, huh? - Viper commented, resting her head on her arm.

- Too much weird. - Chamber nodded.

- We can't fight anymore. I don't want to repeat that. - Viper swallowed in dry, wetting her lips.

- Me neither. - Chamber denied it with his head, pulling her hand a little and kissing her wrist.

Viper gave a slight smile and approached him more, supporting her forehead on his, closing her eyes.

- I’m sorry for ruining your kitchen - She muttered, shrugging her shoulders a little as she remembers the stated she left his kitchen.

Chamber gave a corner smile, pressing her hand.

- It's over... I... I can teach you how to make food... We can try again.

Viper let go of the air, thinking of sending a "not in this lifetime" to his proposal.

But giving up trying was never her style.

- Of course we can... - She muttered, passing her arms around him, hugging him affectionately. She listened to his heartbeat and she enjoyed his breath against her, until she remembered something. - Actually... - She tilted her head back, looking at his face. - I think we should do something else first.

As Viper opened a mismatched smile, Chamber made a confused face, with no idea what she was talking about.

>>> Next Chapter

[mochiswifey]

HOOKED

Bonten Ran X Just Not Falling For Him Reader

CW: * Drugs * Alcohol * Strippers * Mention of smut * Asshole Ran * Savage Y/N

When Mr. Gets everything he wants suddenly meets Ms. Nope Not Me.

Ran Haitani. A man who's famously known to be a manslut like Haruchiyo Akashi.... Maybe even worst? You see. Unlike Haru he showers his one night stands sweet promising words only for them to see him with a new woman the next day. It breaks their hearts and a very nasty scene will always follow after the woman he slept with the day before sees him with a new woman the next. It's very horrible to see gorgeous women fight for an asshole like him.

But to Ran, it's all humor and a very fun way to spend his free time.

What a fucking asshole.

It's always been like that and not once did he cared. Until he met you. To him it was just a normal night. Girls fighting to be with him. Alcohol, drugs, strippers, and you?

The way you sway your hips side to side. The way your hair bounce as you dance. It was all too perfect.

He could only focus to you. The girls, the loud music, and the blinding neon lights became nothing.

It was just you.

A smirk appeared on his face and not long after that, you two were all over each other almost tripping on your way inside the hotel room. Ran thought it'll be like any other day.

But oh, fucking boy. He was so goddamn wrong.

You were too fucking addictive. The way you taste. The way your eyes shows nothing but lust. The way you let him fuck you and the way you pushed him down and fucked him. It was so goddamn memorable.

4:30 am

Ran's eyes always open in that exact time. And it was the same with you the only thing different from the usual routine of his is, you were already gone before he could even leave.

Not only did it hurt his ego but your bold act of leaving him without giving your phone number intrigued him to the point where he ordered his men to search for your location.

He was overjoyed when he found out you were working nearby Bonten's HQ. He immediately paid you a visit. He was so excited to see your reaction of him visiting you at your work.

He expected you to smile, be flattered. And maybe gave him a kiss. But to his disappointment.

You did nothing of what he had expected.

"Welcome, how may I help you?"

Was all you said. His eyes twiched because his expectation wasn't met and he stared at you for a good minute.

"If you're not ordering anything please step aside-"

"We fucked last night."

You squint your eyes and simply shrugged totally unbothered by his words.

"Okay.... So, how may I help you?"

WASTED flashed into his mind as your expression shows him that you didn't really care if you fucked him last night. Your expression even gave him the impression that you didn't remember him instantly KOing his goddamn inflated ego and narcissist self.

"I-I I'm taking you out on a date." His voice came out weak at first totally shock that he's asking you out. He never asked girls out. But he tried finishing it strong by making it a demand.

"Bruh, you're in a goddamn bakery if you're not gonna order get the hell out."

His eyes widen and he was totally done. "I'M RAN HAITANI YOU SHOULD BE ON YOUR KNEES THANKING ME FOR ASKING YOU OUT!" He yelled and you looked at him like he's some lunatic. (He is.)

"Well, I'm Y/N daughter of SpongeBob. Mother of Patrick. Ruler of the seven kingdoms and I'm asking you to get the hell out of my line."

You were pissed and frankly contemplating on throwing coffee on his face. You know you fucked someone last night but it was just one night stand. No strings attached.

But to the all mighty son of a goddamn whore Ran Haitani? You're now his new favorite girl. A very rare one. Not many girls have got him hooked before. Matter of fact you're the first one to have gotten him so hooked.

He sees you as a girl perfectly made for him but the tables have turn because you see him as a manslut nothing more nothing less. Your face shows utter disgust whenever he shows up to your work and maybe that's one of the reason he got so hooked.

And now, he's chasing after you. That's so unlike of him.

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A/N Going back to studying?It's too fucking stressful so I wrote something about Ran.

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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A Midsommar Night’s Dream

Prelude - I watched midsommar so have this.

Pairing - Izuku X reader X Todoroki males

Warnings - NSFW, dead dove, do not eat. Implied incest, cult-like behaviors. Dubcon.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/7clyJIrLkEbXUDwj1tC9zz?si=EK3gCdOHQ3WQeK-ed9eucg 

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Izuku’s been officially dating you for three weeks.

Three weeks.

He’s known you for far longer - the two of you solid friends since you first met. The man doesn’t know when friendship had evolved into something more, but he’s sure glad it did.

You were sweet, and kind, and far too caring for your own good. You didn’t mind waiting up for Izuku when his nights ran late, studying for his masters or taking on extra shifts.

You would rub his shoulders when he got stressed, offer to make him tea or run him a bath or anything else he needed, anything to help out. You loved him, and he loved you.

Tonight was a night that many partners might fear - meeting the family.

But Izuku was hardly worried. He was best friends with your brother Shouto, a level-headed student with good work ethics and a dry sense of humor. The rest of the family couldn’t be that bad.

A simple dinner, you had told him, dress casual and no gifts required. Still, Izuku felt obligated to bring the finest bottle of bourbon his paycheck could afford him (he’d asked Shouto what your father’s favorite was, just to be safe).

The Todoroki household was impressive; massive and imposing in the countryside, surrounded by tall stone walls and looking straight out of a victorian romance novel. Izuku knows what those look like, because he’s seen them on the covers of the romance novels you like to read. He’s always doing his best to pay attention to your likes and dislikes.

“Izuku!” came your excited little voice as the door opened after his loud knock, and the green-haired man couldn’t stop himself from breaking out in a smile.

You were almost bouncing in excitement behind your older brother Shouto as he held the door open, taking the offered bottle of bourbon from Izuku with a nod before leaving you alone together in the foyer.

“Hey, missed you-” Izuku grunted as you attacked him in a hug, and a laugh bubbled out of you both when the solid man had to take a step backwards from  the push of your body.

“Missed you too! I’m so excited for tonight, it’s so good that Dad and the rest of the family are accepting you.” A quick kiss to his cheek distracted Izuku.

You were fairly comfortable with physical touch, resting your head on his shoulder, never afraid to snuggle up to his side on movie nights, or hold his hand out in public (especially now that the two of you were dating). But Izuku had honestly expected more.... sensuality once the two of you started seeing each other as lovers more than just friends.

He had asked to kiss you one night, after you’d made him dinner and rubbed his shoulders and listened to him talk about the latest subject he was studying. Izuku had felt his heart warm, like cold wax cradled over a flame, and his love for you was bursting out of his chest. He wanted to kiss you and hold you close, tell you how much he loved you.

You had just smiled shyly and shook your head, saying you wanted to wait a bit. Which Izuku understood! This was all new, going from friends-to-dating, and he didn’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable in any way. He was willing to wait.

So the kiss to his cheek surprised him, made him stutter and blush and hug you a bit tighter.

Then you were taking his hand, leading him through the maze of a house. He couldn’t help but notice the old-timey decorations mixed in with the more modern features, but done in an elegant, timeless fashion. A good blend of old mixed with new.

Stepping into the large dining room hand-in-hand with you, Izuku was met with the sight of the entire Todoroki family.

“Everybody-” You started, catching their attention until every set of eyes was on you and the tall man by your side. “This is Izuku!”

Shouto stepped forward, closest to the pair of you, and set his hand on Izuku’s shoulder with a smile. “Glad to have you joining the family.” 

Izuku smiled back, pulling his friend into a hug and giving him a hearty pat on the back.

“This is Fuyumi-” A tap to Izuku’s shoulder had him turning around, stepping away from Shouto to shake your sister’s hand. 

“Hi Izuku, I’ve heard such good things about you.” Her voice was soft and gentle, almost like your own. Izuku could see the family resemblance between the two of you. 

“And this is Natsuo, he’s studying for his masters just like you.” A white-haired man approached him, friendly and open, ready to shake Izuku’s hand but ultimately pulling him into a hug. 

“Sorry, I’m a hugger.” Natsuo laughed, and Izuku shrugged, completely unbothered.

“Here’s Touya.” You introduced a redhead next, a man sitting almost sullenly at the table. He didn’t rise to his feet, didn’t even take Izuku’s offered handshake. 

“This is the guy you’ve been babbling about? He looks bori-”

“Touya.”  The room, already hushed, grew even more silent, almost heavy with the weight of the voice from the man at the head of the table.

The gangly redhead shut his mouth, looking ready to roll his eyes. You pulled Izuku past him towards the imposing man who was looking at the man at your side, appraising him.

“And this is my dad. Dad, this is Izuku.”

“A pleasure to meet you sir.” Izuku shook the mans large hand, and the man nodded solemnly.

“Sit down, we’re ready to eat.”

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Dinner wasn’t a quiet affair. Comfortable conversation flowed easily between everyone; questions about Izuku’s degree, about his goals, his dreams, his job. He knew it was just everyone getting to know him, assurance that he was suitable for their daughter. Izuku wanted to be perfect for you, anything and everything you needed.

Enji (Izuku was not about to call your father dad) asked only a few questions, otherwise decidedly quiet at his spot at the table, chewing his food while watching Izuku respond to the rest of his family. 

It was mainly Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto keeping the conversation flowing, Izuku easily keeping up with whatever they decided to talk about, asking engaging questions of his own about the family members he’d just met, laughing easily whenever you made a pun or Shouto’s dry humor jumped out.

Everything seemed to be going well. 

Fuyumi asked to be excused, saying she needed to go prepare, and Enji waved her off easily, telling you to go with her. You rose from your chair easily, but not before catching Izuku’s hand and giving it a squeeze, eyes shining as you leaned close to whisper “See you in a bit.”.

“You really love her?” Touya asked as soon as the two women left the room to go prepare dessert, leaving Izuku alone with the male Todoroki’s. Izuku assumed this would be when he gets the shake-down, the usual “Hurt her and we’ll kill you” talk.

“So much. Sometimes I feel like I love her so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.” Izuku confessed.

“She talks about you a lot. I think she feels the same way that you do.” Natsuo supplied from across the table, and Izuku felt his cheeks flush, his heart flutter. It was one thing to know you loved someone - to feel the warmth and peace it brought to your soul. It was another to know that they loved you back; it made him feel whole.

“I've seen how you treat her, I think the two of you are a good match.” Shouto said, and Izuku smiled at his friend. Shouto had been his buddy since high school, truthfully was the reason that Izuku and you had met. You’d come along with Shouto one day when he’d come to hang out with Izuku, and the two of you had become fast friends.

Natsuo was rising from the table, walking back to the little shelf along one wall where various drinks sat (and Izuku’s bourbon gift). Izuku watched the man begin to pour out a red liquid, before his attention was caught by Shouto leaving the table as well, taking his plate and exiting the room.

Then Natsuo was placing a glass of the red liquid down in front of Izuku. “Don’t worry, this is nothing more than homemade punch.” He said as Izuku eyed it.

“It’s tradition.”  Touya growled and Izuku found himself taken aback at the heat in the other man’s voice. Was the redhead angry at him for some reason? 

“Touya, calm down.” The eldest Todoroki said, and Izuku almost wanted to cower himself at the sheer dominance exuding from the powerful man. “Izuku is becoming family. You will be happy for your sister, not jealous.”

Touya huffed, grumbling under his breath before shoving his seat away from the table. “Just don’t fuckin’ hurt her, got it? She’s my baby sister.” 

“I would never-” But Touya is already storming out of the room, uncaring of Izuku’s assurances.

Natsuo sighs. “Don’t mind him, he just.... doesn’t like change.”

“What is this again?” Picking up the red drink, Izuku swirled it around the glass, trying to change the subject and hopefully smooth over the tension. Most of the tension had dissipated when Touya left, but it never hurt to be proactive. 

“It’s a tea we brew and sweeten ourselves. We grow the plants in the backyard, you’ll see them soon.” Natsuo explained.

“It’s tradition?” Izuku parroted Touya’s earlier words, before taking a quick sip. It was delicious tea.

“Yes, we like to welcome those who are approved to join the family.” Natsuo laughed a little. “Fuyumi’s husband thought we were trying to drug him. It’s really just tea.”

Izuku snorted. It tasted like tea, why would someone think the Todoroki’s were trying to drug them? Sure, the family might be a little odd, but they weren’t malicious... right?

Before he knew it, his cup was empty and Natsuo had slipped out of the room, leaving Izuku alone with the head of the household, Enji.

Where were you? And why had everyone else left the room?

“I’m very particular about who I allow in my house, boy.” Enji started, and Izuku suddenly felt.... uneasy.

“Not everyone thinks the same way as the Todoroki’s. But you seem to be a bright young man. Educated. You aren’t going to be any trouble, are you?”

The last question wasn’t posed as such. It was a statement. 

Still, Izuku shook his head. “No sir, I have no intentions of causing trouble.” Why did this casual dinner feel so serious? there was so much emphasis on being accepted into the family, on being welcomed. Izuku recognized how big of a deal that was but still... it’s not like you were about to marry him. He was planning on that a few years down the road.

“Come with me.” Enji instructed, wiping his mouth with his napkin before his impressive bulk hefted itself out of his chair. Izuku felt tiny next to the patriarch, following the man through the dark, empty house.

He wanted to ask where Enji was taking him. Where you had disappeared to, where the rest of the family had gone. But that would be rude, so Izuku kept his mouth shut.

Outside it was dark, moon shining dimly through the sky, the residual warmth of the summer day still held in the air. Izuku followed Enji through the back door, down along a path, into the plentiful, green backyard.

To a grove of trees, torches flickering from within the grove, small bushes and beautiful flowering plants dotted among the trees. A garden, Izuku realized. Those must be the plants and bushes that produce the tea Natsuo had given him.

Then there you were, in a little clearing among the trees.

Sitting on a dark blanket, knees drawn to your chest and ankles crossed in front of you as you hid your body.

Izuku started - you were naked.

Touya was kneeling beside you, a hand on your shoulder as he talked to you gently, barely sparing Izuku and his father a glance as they strode into the torch-lit clearing, Touya’s attention truly focused on you.

Shouto and Natsuo stood in the light, watching you, watching Izuku.

“What is this?” Izuku sputtered, and upon hearing his voice you looked away from Touya, a smile lighting up your face as you saw your Izuku.

“This is tradition boy.” Enji laid a heavy hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “Now strip down, my little girl’s been waiting.”

Izuku’s head swirled.

Touya stood up, shooting the green-haired man a lazy glare before moving to stand by his brothers, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Izuku...” Your sweet little voice called for him, and green eyes snapped to your form on the ground, watched as, with a nod from Enji, you slowly unfurled your body to expose yourself to your lover.

A stab of arousal hit Izuku in his gut, watching your soft-looking skin be revealed. 

Pert breasts, a squishy tummy, glistening folds ready and twitching between your legs. 

You were drenched.

There was so much shiny slick, all over your thighs and dripped onto the blanket, Izuku couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t think straight. It was impossible for you to be that wet on your own, you must have used lube or something to prepa-

It hit him; You and Fuyumi hadn’t gone to prepare dessert.

“You just gonna stand there all night like an idiot? Take your clothes off and fuck her you dwee-”

“Touya.” Enji growled, silencing his son immediately. Then the man turned to  Izuku, easily pushing him forwards towards you. “You’ve been accepted into the family; that’s an invitation you don’t want to refuse.”

With a sigh, you easily laid down onto your back, legs still spread for Izuku to look at you, hands coming up to rest shyly over your breasts.

“Don’t do that, let him see.” Shouto murmured, and immediately your hands dropped in obedience. Shouto hummed in approval, before bi-colored eyes swept up to look at Izuku, urging his friend forward with a tilt of his head down to your form.

With trembling hands, Izuku fumbled with his pants, unzipping them with a bit of difficulty, undoing his belt, working on the buttons of his nice shirt the he had worn to make a good impression when he met your family for the first time.

It took him a moment to undress, a red blush creeping up over his cheeks and down to his chest as he bared his body to the Todoroki’s.

He didn’t think he was small, but he wasn’t big either; average. Izuku was confident in his size, didn’t really know or are how he stacked up against other guys, and the girls he’d been with before hadn’t complained.

Still, he felt embarrassed to be naked in front of other people, to be on display. But there wasn’t another option, was there? (Izuku didn’t know if that was such a bad thing)

Two short strides before dropping to his knees in front of you on the blanket, his throat dry and his palms sweaty. 

“Are you-” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you okay with this?” 

Your head nodded yes, a pleased, yet shy grin on your face. “Of course. I want you.”

The softness of your voice, of your body, Izuku felt dizzy as he shuffled forward, close enough to touch. Still hesitant, worried about the male Todoroki members watching from the sidelines, brain racing to work through the strangeness of the situation, the utter oddity of this... ritual that was currently taking place.

But then you were sitting up, hands circling around his neck, pressing your lips to his with crushing finality.

He was a part of the family now.

It felt good to kiss you, soft lips pressed together, little huffs of breath from your nose as you kept going. Izuku took the freedom of circling his hands around your waist, almost gasping at the plushness of your flesh, melting against you with a groan as your lips kept pressing to his.

“I’m all ready, just-just put it in.” Your breathless little confession tumbled out as soon as you pulled away from your first real kiss with Izuku, a blush high on your cheeks.

But it was Izuku’s turn to blush, sitting between your legs like a fumbling virgin. “I’m not hard yet, but I can, uhm, finger you. Or we can kiss for a little bit mo-”

“You aren’t even hard? Touya’s sneering voice cut through Izuku’s babbling. “Look at my sister. She’s fucking soaking the ground. That’s not hot to you?”

Izuku stuttered, eyes flickering down to where your legs were opened, pretty little cunt twitching. It’s like you were begging to be touched, and Izuku was a sucker for begging.

“No, that’s so hot, oh my god.” He breathed, fingers instinctively reaching to swipe through your wetness, relishing the way you gasped and shuddered as his hand made contact with your body.

“She’s so soft too, got tits like little pillows. You should lick ‘em, she likes that.” Touya continues, and Izuku wants to point out that the reason he’s not completely hard yet isn’t because he’s not insanely turned on by the beautiful creature in front of him, but because he’s feeling weirded out by all her brothers and her dad watching intently from the sidelines.

Yet he does what Touya suggests, leaning forward to put his mouth on your chest, tongue darting out to drag against your skin. 

The eldest Todoroki was right about you being soft.

Izuku can’t stop his other hand from rubbing at your cunt more firmly, feeling your little hips twitch towards him, pressing your chest more firmly into his mouth.

“She’s so pretty.” Natsuo comments, but Izuku is hardly listening when he’s flicking at your clit, nursing at your tits. “She’s gonna feel real good around you Izuku, like a new fleshlight.”

“You better breed her good, boy.” Enji booms, and suddenly you’re scrabbling at Izuku’s arms, pulling his hair, whining “Please, Izuku please.”.

“Okay, shit, let me-”

“He must be really worked up, Izuku hardly ever curses.” Shouto announces, and fuck, he’s right -  but how could he not be worked up?

Izuku is hard, blood rushing so quickly to his cock that he feels lightheaded, taking himself in hand and giving his length a few dry pumps. He’s envisioning how sopping wet you’ll feel against him, staring, drooling over your cunt.

And then he’s lining himself up, kissing you hard, and pushing inside.

“Big, ‘s too big!” You panic, tears popping to your eyes but Izuku is quick to wipe them away, cooing at you and stilling his hips.

“Oh, don’t cry! Shh, I’ll go slow, ‘m sorry, I thought you were ready-”

“Natsu-” You cried, hand scrabbling into the ground above your head, reaching, searching for your brother.

“Hey, hey, I’m here.” The man was immediately on his knees by your face, clasping your hand fervently, leaning down to put a sweet kiss on your nose. “Breathe honey, in and out. It’s okay.”

“Noo I-I.... ‘M scared, he’s-he’s-ah!” A stuttered cry broke from your chest as Izuku shifted slightly, inadvertently pushing deeper.

“No, it's gonna be okay. It's just like when we do it, yeah? He's gonna be nice.” And Natsuo is looking at Izuku, fixing him with such a pointed gaze and Izuku gets the message. He’s going to be nice.

It’s not like he wasn’t planning on it - the green haired man loves you.

But then the breath is sucked out of his chest as he comprehends what Natsuo had just comforted you with, that-that.

That you’ve fucked your brother.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Izuku chants, unable to stop his hips from inching back and forth, humnping into you in infinitesimal movements as arousal punches through his gut. “Sorry, I can’t stop-’h my god that’s-”

He can hear Touya cackle. “Damn, something really got him going.”

You were squeezing your eyes shut, clenching Natsuo’s hand so tight that the skin was whitening. Your brother didn’t seem to mind, more occupied with stroking your hair, eyes fixated on the soft jiggle of your breasts as Izuku humped you like a senseless virgin.

His breathing turned into wheezing, hitching when a presence was felt at his back.

“You can do better than that.” Enji’s hands were pressing against Izuku’s naked rear, making the green haired man flinch forward and away from the touch. But Enji merely pushed, propelling Izuku’s thrusts so that he would really fuck the warm, willing body beneath him.

“Izuk-Izu-Izuku-” You moaned, rocking your body to further spear yourself onto his cock, apparently finding the fast glide pleasurable as opposed to your hesitance earlier.

He leaned down to kiss you, both of you moaning into the kiss, hands wandering as you pushed to meet each other, Izuku’s stomach clenching tighter and tighter as he neared his release.

“She’s never had someone fuck her raw before...” Shouto mused, eyes glued to the scene in front of him, watching his best friend fuck his sister with the help of his family. “I wonder if it feels different.”

But his words were lost in the quick slap of skin meeting skin, Izuku’s grunts, your sweet little noises as you writhed and clutched at Natsuo’s hand, your other hand holding onto Izuku.

And then Izuku was gone, balls clenching and cock twitching inside you, pulsing as he shot his seed.

Your eyes fluttered shut, pulling your hand away from Natsuo to place it against your tummy, pressing right over where Izuku was still grinding against you. “Feels... feels so warm.”

Izuku was panting, sweat sticking his curls to his forehead, desire slowly swirling out of his body as he came. 

What the fuck had he just done?

Enji clapped him once on the back, before rising to his feet. “Welcome to the family, son.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 13

Sorry this chapter took so long homies 

Hannibal invites Will and y/n to dinner to discuss his proposition. 

Trigger warnings: self-degradation

Edit: fuck me I forgot the tag list sorry @deadman-inc-bikeshop @dovahdokren and @viviace 

The more you thought about Hannibal's proposition, the more it appealed to you. You simply needed to act on it before your inhibitions returned. 

Luckily, Hannibal gave you the opportunity to do just that. He invited both you and Will to dinner that night. 

The scene was just beautiful, just as you'd pictured the sommelier's house to look. Candles and fresh flowers decorated the table and soft orchestral music filled the air. Hannibal placed himself at the head of the table with you and Will on either side. Equidistant and within arm's reach.

Two objects of his affection, ready for the taking.

"Steak au Poivre with garlic butter prosciutto wrapped asparagus." Hannibal introduced the meal as if it were a fourth guest. "Enjoy, my loves."

"More importantly," Will looked at you, knowing you had the same question on your mind. "What are we drinking tonight?"

He reached across the table and grabbed a decanter full of dark red wine.

"An excellent question." He said, pouring a bit in each of your glasses. "We will be drinking Armore Di Valpolicella from 2013."

"That's a.." Will racked his brain. "Dry, full bodied red with a predominant tart cherry flavor."

He looked at you as if to ask if he was right, and you giggled. He'd been practicing his wine vocabulary, if not for you than for both you and Hannibal.

"Well done." You praised. "Except the part about the flavor."

Will furrowed his brow. "Is it not cherry?"

"Well," you picked up your glass by the stem. "It might be. But you have to, y'know, taste it first."

You began to swirl the liquid in the glass, letting the scents grace your nose. Will followed your lead.

After getting a good whiff, you brought the glass to your ear. "Hear the wine."

Will looked confused. "What?"

You swirled the glass close to your ear. "You can hear the ocean closest to the vineyard where this wine was made."

Will reluctantly positioned the glass near his ear, causing you to lose your air of seriousness and bust out laughing.

"Okay." Will rolled his eyes and placed the glass back on the table. "Very funny."

"I'm sorry." You said over laughs. "Let's just taste it."

Will smiled awkwardly and brought the glass to his lips. You did the same. This wine was lovely, dark and deep with a chocolatey finish.

Will turned to Hannibal with his empty glass in hand. "I'm not sure what that taste is, but I like it."

"Is it to your liking, [F/N]?" Hannibal asked.

You dropped your shoulders. "It's delicious."

"As you likely know, I've propositioned each of you separately." He said, filling each of your glasses. "I expect to end this night with one of you under each arm."

"For the record." You piped up. "I'm absolutely cool with that."

"Good girl." Hannibal praised. His gaze turned to Will. “Are you amenable?”

Will looked at Hannibal, then at you. You silently begged him to say yes. He was acutely aware that all eyes were on him and he had to make a choice. 

"I suppose I could be, given the right circumstances." Will leaned back in his chair. “You’ll just have to do a better job convincing me.” 

“And I intend to do just that.” Hannibal took his seat at the head of the table. “[F/N], would you come here, please?” 

You stood up from your seat, making sure to smooth the wrinkles from your dress. Hannibal produced a flat gift box secured with a ribbon from the inside of his coat and handed it to you. 

“Welcome home, darling.” He said with a warm smile. 

Your eyes widened. “Is this jewelry?” 

“Open it and find out.” He urged. 

You untied the ribbon and flipped the box open on its hinge. A pair of fancy little black gloves stared back at you. 

“They’re suede, with a cashmere lining.” Hannibal explained as you lifted them from the box. “Perfect for delicate, scarred skin.” 

When you realized what he meant, your mouth hung open in delight. “Are these for my-” 

“Yes, love.” He interrupted. He took your bandaged hand and began to gently unwrap it. “You can say goodbye to these nasty bandages.” 

You leaned over and pressed your lips against his cheek. "Thank you, Dr. Lecter."

"Sweet girl, call me Hannibal." He insisted, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "I'd like to get used to the sound of my name on your lips."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Thank you, Hannibal."

"That's a pretty cheap move, Dr. Lecter," Will taunted. "It's almost insulting that you think I can be lured in with gifts."

“My darling must learn to expect only the finest out of life.” Hannibal said, slinking a hand around your waist and smiling smugly at Will. “Not that you would be interested in that.” 

You pulled the gloves onto your hands and held them out to him. "They're really soft, Will."

Will humored you and took your hands in his. "They are very soft."

"Don't rub it in, [F/N]," Hannibal instructed. "He's already told us he's not interested."

You returned to your seat and tucked the gloves back into the box. You sunk your fork into the tender filet and cut off a piece. “Come on, Will. Don’t make me beg.” 

Will smothered a laugh. “That would be beneath you, [F/N].” 

You raised your eyebrows and pointed your fork in his direction. “You underestimate how pathetic I really am.” 

“Now we’ll have none of that, understood?” Hannibal scolded you. “You’re not pathetic.”

You shot Hannibal a disarming smile. “I was just joking.”

Hannibal’s serious expression didn’t falter. 

“I’m going to have to agree with him on this one.” Will cut in, seemingly without thinking. “Even if it’s a joke, those kinds of words can leave a lot of damage, especially when you say them enough.” 

Hannibal looked lovingly at Will. “That’s right.” 

Will went quiet for a second. He seemed to have a whole conversation with Hannibal through a series of glances. 

Will leaned over and placed his hand over yours. “That’s our lover you’re insulting, after all.”

[mkellc]

𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 @ahoyren !!

hiiiiii

you requested stranger things and percy jackson and i really wanna write for both these fandoms but i have other matchups i need to do aswell i’m sorry, but i hope you still like this one!

i had to ruin my blog aesthetic for this grrr but its ok bc I adore this character

(also, we are one in the same bestie, I have literally the exact same style and hair and im also a intj, and have the same music taste 🙏🙏)

ok sorry for rambling here’s your matchup:

𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 !!

eddie is a more laid back, goofy person who likes to have fun and is very immersed in his interests, specifically being a nerd for dnd and playing guitar. His personality is sarcastic and humorous as well as his outward appearance being almost scary. although people say “opposites attract” i think the same goes for people who are similar. which is exactly the case for you and eddie. this is because of your similarities of being passionate with your interests and being a bit intimidating on the outside. also the fact that the different things you both love are rlly nerdy (lol me too) so it would just be two nerds in love, what a great match.

hcs:

the first time eddie saw you he was like “whoa,… cool”

your style and hair immediately caught his eye

he watched you from afar for a while, noticing your sarcasm and wit before deciding to approach you

when he did he was met with almost complete silence, which he was not expecting

but he was interested in how you were shy and quiet even though he had seen what you’re like around your friends

he started finding excuses to hang out with you and be around you because you were so intriguing that he wanted to know more about you

eventually you became very close friends and then lovers 🤩

he admires your passion for the things you love and finds your music taste awesome

he always asks if he can read whatever you’re writing and if you say no he’s just like “damn,” but if you say yes he will grab the paper/whatever you’re writing on and twirl around with a smile then read it

he lets you borrow his rings

he tries to teach you how to play guitar but won’t let you touch his guitar (like bruh it’s not that deep just gimme the guitar) eventually he will let you touch it though

but if you like singing he will play guitar to some songs you like so you can sing them if you want

i like to think eddie’s love language is mostly quality time, but im sure he would also love physical touch once he finds out that you like it, and he would try his best with words of affirmation

because he is so much taller than you, he would love trying to pick you up for you to wrap your legs around his torso and kiss you that way rather than leaning down

in an argument, neither of you want to back down, but most times you decide to be adults about it and solve it rather quickly. and then one of you (usually eddie) is like “um, y/n, can we go get pizza now?”

overall your relationship is full of fun and inside jokes, you always make each other laugh and each of you become another thing the other is crazily passionate about

a/n: i’m sorry if i got eddie’s personality wrong or wrote their or anything, this is the first time i’ve written for him and he hasn’t been in the show that much yet either lmao 💀

i hope you like it and i’m rlly sorry if you don’t but either way have a good day/night!! <3

[mysticcat98]

Just give me a chance

chapter two: The sexy busboy

Being a government-paid assassin has its advantages, for example that you can travel in first class, which was quite appreciated being a trip of almost 11 hours from Seoul to the United States. They had called you for a mission which had entrusted you to end some white traffickers, a job that you had successfully done on your own.

After those endless hours of flight, you finally arrive at the airport, go through control, look for your bag in which the wait is much longer than the flight itself, added to the extremes that always generated you to lose it, it never happened to you but you were always with that fear. Miraculously you see your luggage leave the cabin with the others, pick it up and go to the escalators.

Your face was the typical one of someone who has traveled and gone through 3 stops, you were a disaster, poorly rested and in need of a shower. But this expression of exhaustion and bad humor changes when you see the figure of your sister in the distance. He was the same as always, with his typical half smile which he only showed with exception and his black outfit, he was never one to wear bright colors, he casually wore dark colors but most of the time he lived with black.

You approached her giving her a big hug, in which she responded instantly "We have a lot to talk about" she said and then guided you with one arm around you towards the parking lot while with the other she carried your heavy bag.

Over the course of his drive home he was telling you and bringing you up to date about your new assignment, it seemed like something out of a sci-fi novel, but as long as the pay was good you didn't really care. -So-you began to drawl-it's just the two of us with all this

-We are six

-Great, less work for me-she just gave you a smile-does any of them have an extraordinary ability?

"Extraordinary ability?" I ask curiously.

-Yes, you know, like I can decapitate heads with a single blow or shoot from meters away without failing or I don't know something extremely cool

-Well only one in the team can do all that

-Really?

-Yes, his name is Vigilante

-Vigilante? And his real name?

-Secret identity

-What nonsense, but do you know his real name?

-That's how it is

-And you're going to tell me-it sounded more like an affirmation than a question

-Of course not, it would not be ethical

-You talking to me about ethics? What did you do with the real Emilia?" You joked, surprised by her sudden and unexpected response. "Are you an alien butterfly?"

-Shut up-she said gracefully hitting your arm softly-and puts on some music

-Okay alien copy of Emm-Checking the glove compartment you found several cd's of bands that certainly were not to your sister's taste-And these? Van Hallen? Metallica? wow do you have High Voltage by AC/DC?

-Ah those, Adrian lent them to me, he wanted me to start listening to ´´good music´´

-Well, Adrian has good taste. Is he your boyfriend?

-That?? I wouldn't even go out with him, he's weird

-As if you weren't- You decided to keep looking finally finding one of his old TLC albums, you put it in the player making the song baby-baby-baby sound

The rest of the trip was spent singing out of tune each of the songs on the album, it was not your favorite music genre but they reminded you of your childhood with Emilia, singing and dancing together with her mother since that cd was hers and now yours .

After four hours of travel they finally reached Evergreen, it was quite picturesque with its roads full of pine trees, the air was totally different from that of Gotham, the streets almost uninhabited, without any kind of noise from car beeps, ambulances, Insults from the drivers, basically there was no chaos…just calm.

-We'll go to dinner with the team first and then we can go home, okay?

You just diverted your gaze from the window and nodded already hungry, tired and wanting to die in your bed.

Upon entering the place you noticed that it was a family restaurant, which made you doubt why a meeting of butterfly killers would be in a place like this, you were expecting something more, seriously?, but you didn't care anymore, your stomach was already growling. You were absently observing the place until you were called to land by your sister who pointed you to a group sitting almost at the bottom.

You to all this you just stayed almost attached to her without knowing how to act, you hated meeting new people but there was no other and you had to put your best face and attitude

-People- I greet with the characteristic gesture of her approaching the group- she is my sister T // N, the professional killer that I told you about

-Hey-you managed to say with a half smile and a joking tone as if to break the ice a bit and give a good first impression-it's not that big a deal either

-A pleasure Y//n, I'm Leota, this is Chris and John You only saw them but no trace of that vigilante, your eyes wandered the place curiously in search of him, but nothing

"So? That Watcher?" You tried to ask with total disinterest but your sister managed to stifle a laugh to which you only managed to fulminate her with a completely red look remembering her conversation in the car.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say, "He's… busy."

With total disappointment, you sat in your respective place next to Emilia and Chris, you reviewed the menu for a long time while every so often you looked up to answer questions from the team. After almost fifteen minutes of looking up and down at the paper you felt someone approaching the table, you were still waiting for what to choose.

So girls? Do you know what you're going to order?" the man said, addressing the two of you.

-I know, fifteen minutes ago

-Shut up grumpy-you manage to say annoyed by his mockery towards you, a response that made several laughs jump out added to that of the waiter-just give me five more minutes

-Adrian, I present to you my unbearable sister, Y//N this is Adrian, a friend

When you looked up you saw him… god… he was perfect, curly black hair, wide smile, green eyes and a great body, you were speechless.

-Hello insufferable sister of Harcourt, it's a pleasure to finally meet you

You couldn't stop smiling, you were already trying hard to get that stupid smile off your face, you didn't want to look weird and even more so with that cute boy-Hey, you're the one with the records, right?

"So you finally heard them?" He turned to her smugly.

-Yes of course

-It was to be expected-He returned to you-But I hope that Y//N has good taste, not like you

-Don't be smart and bring my order if you want me to leave you a tip

-Excuse her, she's on her days

"He always is," you heard Chris say but he quickly fell silent when he noticed Emilia's ascetic look directed towards him.

-Would you give me a few more minutes?

Luckily for you, he only gave you a tender smile -Okay, I'll give you five more minutes, if at that moment you don't decide I'll help you- I point my finger at you playfully-okay?

"Okay," you replied awkwardly, then watched him walk away.

By the time he came back you had already decided on some waffles with a strawberry milkshake, a choice to which your older sister responded with ´´it´s not time to eat that´´ but you just ignored her by returning the menu to Adrian, for a devil, even his name seemed pretty to you

At the end of your ´´dinner´´ you went to the bathroom before deciding to go home, on the way you almost bumped into the pretty boy, except for his quick reflection so as not to crash into you

"Hello," you said awkwardly.

-Hey, what did you think of the waffles?

-Very good

-In that case the next time you come to eat here I will ask you for a couple to take away

-That would be great, Emm is not very skilled in the art of cooking

-Haha, and what are you good at?-I raise a eyebrow followed by a half smile describing her as sexy or someone who is flirting Following his attempted flirtation you were willing to double down.

-In the art of talking to pretty waiters and asking for their number

-Oh, in that case I feel flattered, give me your arm-you complied with her request, seeing how she took a pen out of her pocket and passed it through your arm-here it is, I await your call

-Do not doubt it

"Okay, we're talking" he greeted and then turned around and walked away from your side

-Goodbye-you whispered with your eyes fully focused now on her incredible back, you wondered how it was possible for a busboy to have that physique

Leaving the place you saw in the parking lot only your sister leaning outside in the car, from a distance you directed a sign of triumph raising your arm to the sky-I have her number! I'm incredible!

-Okay Romeo, just get in the car

[13uswntimagines]

Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog​

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest. 

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck. 

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt. 

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.  

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen. 

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman. 

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia. 

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.” 

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around). 

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.” 

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK. 

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.” 

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly. 

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?” 

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,” 

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration. 

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran. 

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.” 

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest. 

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.” 

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone. 

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response. 

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?” 

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,” 

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,” 

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart. 

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally. 

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,” 

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business. 

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued. 

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned. 

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.” 

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?” 

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. 

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.” 

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now. 

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar. 

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,” 

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.” 

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed. 

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight. 

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore. 

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.” 

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ”I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled. 

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.” 

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,” 

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.” 

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships). 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level. 

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you. 

[garbagevanfleet]

Brightest Blue (series)

PART THIRTEEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: light sexual content, feelings Summary:  Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: SURPRISE! My depressed ass is back and I missed fawning over this fic. Thank you to everyone that stuck around. I love you guys.

Big thanks to my girlfriend and beta, @lantern-inthenight​ <3

taglist: @valleyd0ll @satingrass-maidensfair @guitarfingers @thebohemianpenguin @peaceisouranthem @oblvions @hansonobsessed @myownparadise96 @anditsmywholeheart @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies @bigblack-catattack

MASTERPOST

When you woke the next morning, it was to the sound of a muffled melody. The room was cast in a fiery orange glow as the rising sun peeked in through the window. You sat up in bed, straining your ears to listen. 

Noticeably missing, was Josh - the side of the bed he had been sleeping on was turned down, but you placed your hand on the sheets to find them cold. 

The chill on the hardwood made your toes curl as you padded across it, first to your bedroom to pull on a pair of sweatpants, and then back to Josh’s room to slip one of his sweatshirts over your bare chest. 

Once you were no longer naked, and a little more awake, you quickly figured out that the music was coming from under the closed bathroom door, and you stopped in front of it to have a listen. 

The sound of Josh’s voice carried well into the hall, though he was keeping it quiet, probably for your benefit. 

You placed your fingers over your mouth absently as you listened to the notes rise to a lovely height and then dip down again. You couldn’t quite make out the words, but you didn’t need to. 

It shocked you enough to make you flinch when he opened the bathroom door abruptly - you had figured he was just taking a pause in the song. 

When he spotted you, he jumped back, letting a curse fall from his lips. “God, I didn’t think you’d be awake yet - you almost gave me a heart attack,” he blurted through an exasperated smile. 

“I’ve never heard you sing before,” you said, just above a whisper in the quiet space. “Your voice is so lovely.”

He looked you up and down for a second, his face turning peachy. “I haven’t wanted to for a while. Outside of school, anyway.”

You let a smile find your lips at the implication of his words, and it fell silent between you again. He was standing, posture unsure as he, undoubtedly, tried to gauge whether everything was still okay after last night. 

The temptation to touch him was too much, especially once you realized he probably needed all the reassurance you could give. His skin was warm as you reached out and ran your fingertips lightly over the pink skin on his cheek. He careened into your touch, turning his head just enough to press a kiss into the meaty part of your thumb. The gesture made your chest feel tight. 

“Come back to bed,” you suggested through a whisper and watched him suck his bottom lip into his mouth, teeth visibly pressing into the plush skin. 

“I can’t,” he replied breathily as you took his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “I don’t have the time.”

You nodded back at him with a teasing smile. “Sure you do.”

“Don’t tempt me, babe,” he pleaded from low in his chest. “I have a show at noon.”

You breathed a laugh, threading your fingers through his hair. “Call me that again,” you said against his ear. It was you dragging your teeth over his earring that made him groan. 

“Please - for the love of god - keep this energy for when I get back tonight.”

You hummed, pressing a kiss to the peak of his cheekbone. “Okay. Can I help?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure. Just wait for me here - it’ll probably help save time if you’re naked ahead of time-”

You smacked his shoulder, pulling a delighted laugh from his chest - always excited to say something stupid. “With the show.”

 “If you’d like to, I’d love to have you. But you’re going to have to hustle and get dressed,” he instructed. 

You scoffed. “Not the noon show-” You turned back towards his room and looked back over your shoulder. “No, right now I’m going back to bed.” 

+++

You hadn’t put any thought at all into what you’d wear for the other two shows you’d be attending - you knew you could recycle the dress once on Sunday if you paired it with something else, but for Saturday evening’s show, you were stuck crawling to the only other person you knew whose clothes would fit you. 

This time when you approached Kate’s house, you had come prepared with a milk-bone, which was good, because it was her huge dog that greeted you. When he stood up on his hind legs, he was able to look directly into your eyes through the glass on the door, his tail wagging. 

You watched Kate round the corner into the entrance hall, wearing a knee-length black robe, the silk shining as she moved in the sunlight. She gave you a puzzled look, cracking the door. 

“Sorry to show up unannounced,” you said with an insincere smile. “Can I give your dog a treat?”

She laughed at you, opening the door the whole way and letting you slip in. 

“I’m going to assume that you’re not just here to make Yeti fat.” Her voice sounded a bit too knowing for your taste. 

“You’re right! I’m also here to raid your closet, if you’ll let me,” you replied. “I need an outfit for the show tonight.”

She started down the hall and towards her room, ushering for you to follow. “You’re going again?” 

You nodded, though she wasn’t looking directly at you. “Yeah, of course.”

When you got into her room, you sat on her bed, and you absolutely wouldn’t have noticed Jake if Yeti hadn’t instantly trotted over to him to sit by his feet. He was sitting at a little circular cafe-style table in the corner of her room, a mug of something hot in front of him. 

You glanced over at him and were met with a cheeky little smirk. 

“You - uh. Yeah, I’m going to help with the show tonight,” you said after you decided you weren’t ready to address that situation yet. 

“Ah,” she started, and though she was facing away from you into the closet, you could hear a matching smirk through her voice. “I really only have clothes that match my style, which I would define as ‘mildly tramp’.”

You hummed contemplatively. “Let’s start with the most professional ensemble and then work our way back. Maybe something you’d wear to a wedding?”

“You don’t want something I’d wear to a wedding,” she teased but pulled out a few garments all the same.

“So, uhm. Am I interrupting something?” you finally chanced, sneaking a glance back at Jake. 

“Not at all,” Kate replied, unhelpfully. “Now go try some of these on and tell me what you think.”

In the end, the only thing she owned that you deemed acceptable - and also even remotely your style was a thigh-length, black dress - form-fitting. 

You stared at it dubiously in the mirror. 

You’d have to put a coat over it, but you thought you could make it work. 

“Are we going to talk?” Kate asked, a little smirk playing on her lips as she held her nails out to inspect them. They were unpainted but perfectly manicured.

You chanced a glance over at Jake - who was now sitting on the floor with Yeti nearly in his lap. He was working his fingers through the thick, white fur as he met your eyes. 

“Yeah, let’s talk about it,” he agreed, flashing you his teeth. 

Luckily enough, you found the moment more humorous than embarrassing, so you just scratched absentmindedly at the back of your neck. 

“Well,” you started and then paused as you tried to figure out how much was appropriate to disclose. “I’m going to his show again tonight. And tomorrow.”

Kate huffed, feigning impatience. “Yeah, okay, but that doesn’t tell me anything because you’d do that anyway.” 

You gave her a playful shrug. “That’s all I got for you right now. But I’ll tell you all about it when I’ve processed everything.”

“Ooh, shit. That sounds juicy.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke, making you chuckle. You turned your attention to Jake again then. 

“And I’m sure you’ll hear all about it,” You flicked your eyes back over to Kate in an accusatory look. “One way or another.”

+++

That night you sat in the audience alone - well, not alone, but without Kate or Jake. Most of the seats were filled again, at least partially with faces you remembered seeing the night before. 

The show was just as fun and entertaining as the last, except this time, when Josh walked out onto the stage at the end, he met your eyes for a moment, letting them linger before tugging a couple of his kids into a side hug and smiling wide for all the parents. 

As soon as most people had dissipated, he met you at your seat, but before he could even open his mouth to greet you, a parent of one of the kids was shaking his hand. The dad poured his praises, thanking Josh for working with his daughter - you guessed maybe it was Alice, but you had nothing to base that guess on. Josh handled it effortlessly, charming as ever. 

By the time the parent had left you, you and Josh were some of the last people still lingering. 

“I’ve gotta grab my stuff backstage,” he informed you, tiling his jaw up in that general direction. “Wanna come?” 

With a smile, you nodded an agreement and let him offer you a hand as you made your way out of the tight seats. 

Backstage was infinitely more chaotic than it was when you’d last seen it. Set pieces were strewn about - not unorganized, but everywhere. You had to weave through them to get to where his backpack was propped against a folding table, costume accessories spilling off the surface of it. 

“Do you want me to help clean up back here?” you asked, eyeing the messes. He hummed through a smile. 

“Nah, I’ve got a system,” he informed you, and then after you gave him a doubtful look, he added, “Seriously. And until you’re directing a cast of children in a play that you produced, I don’t want to hear your objections.”

His teasing tone made you bite back a grin. “It’s amazing - really. I’m just offering my help.”

The backpack looked heavy as he slung it over his shoulder, holding the strap across his chest with both hands. “Then take me home,” he requested playfully, flicking his eyes to the back exit. 

“Happily.”

+++

On Sunday, after the very last matinee show, you spent an hour helping him sort all the costumes - every tiny piece in a garment bag and labeled accordingly.  The rest, he insisted, he would work on during school hours the following day. 

You suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug, resting your temple on his shoulder and taking a moment to relish in the fact that you’d taken him by surprise.

 “I want to take you out tonight - a congratulations of sorts,” you said as you leaned back far enough to see his cheeks flush a flattering peachy color. 

“Really?” 

“Only if you want to.” You paired your sentence with a casual shrug. 

He flashed you a pleased smile. “Of course I want to. I’d love that,” he agreed. 

You let him pick the place, and in the end, he landed on a hole-in-the-wall diner that he swore was the absolute best place to get pancakes in the middle of the night. Even though it was close to nine, you both sipped on coffee as you waited for your order. 

“I can’t believe it’s over,” he said as you watched his fingers idly rub across the ceramic mug in his hands. “There was so much lead-up and drama that it feels weird for it all to be behind me.”

“It was really incredible, Josh. I honestly can’t believe that you pulled it off with all that went wrong.”

He looked up at you through his fan of lashes. He looked tired, but not uncomfortably so - just enough that you knew he worked his ass off. 

“We pulled it off. I could have never done it without you,” he stated, charmingly earnest as always. 

You huffed a humorless laugh. “That’s not true - If I hadn’t moved in, you’d never have lost your assistant in the first place.”

His expression melted away until his face was blank. “I-”

He paused, visibly trying to figure out how he wanted to word the next line out of his mouth. “That wasn’t your fault. I didn’t really know what was happening until it was too late to change it.”

“I know, I just. I’m happy that it ended up this way, I just wish it hadn’t almost derailed your whole production.” You could feel your features slip into something mournful, making him frown. 

He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “How do you even know about that?”

You hummed. “Kate told me. Jake told her.”

He glared off into the distance, but on him, the look was completely unthreatening. It was so out of place that it made you giggle.

“I’m not sure I like how close they are,” he grumbled through a smile he couldn’t hold back. 

“Yeah, I hear you. I went to her house this morning to rummage for this dress-”

He cut you off, eyes raking over your form. “You look amazing, by the way.”

You gave him a pointed look and a little eye roll, though you had to admit you were flattered. 

“Yes, well, Jake was at her house this morning. Petting her dog.”

His eyebrows lifted, lashes blinking a few times in surprise. After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke again. “Well. I suppose you got what you wanted then, right?” 

The irritation that was evident on your features was unwarranted - you knew that in your heart, but it didn’t stop you from letting out a childish huff. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you and I would be-”

You cut yourself off just as his eyes flicked up at you over the rim of his mug. 

“You and I would be what?” he asked coyly. You took a moment to admire the fact that his cheeks and the bridge of his nose were still a bit tanned despite it now being well into winter. A little like a bronze statue. 

“I didn’t think you and I would be...a thing,” you finished simply, keeping your tone light. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you, all too suspicious for your liking. “No?”

A puzzled look flashed across your face. “No,” you agreed. “Why? What does that mean?”

He took a too-long sip of coffee, holding your eyes just to fuck with you - you were sure. He cheekily bit his bottom lip as he figured out how to word what he wanted to say. “Nothing really,” he assured, though you were unconvinced.

You were going to press the topic further, but your thought was cut short when the server showed up with a tray of your food and another carafe of hot coffee. He made light conversation with Josh as he filled both of your mugs near to the brim, and you watched the steam rise off of it as you pondered which flavored syrup you’d drown your pancakes in. 

The sound of the little metal cup of creamer being slid across the tabletop toward you got your attention, and your eyes lingered on Josh’s hand as his fingers brushed past yours. 

“Cream, babe?” he inquired, though he was well aware of exactly how you took your coffee. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed what he’d said. That was the second time he’d called you that in the months you’d known him, and it had the same effect on you this time that it had the last time. You met his eyes, catching his fingers with yours for just a brief second, forcing a mischievous smile to his lips. 

You poured a bit of cream into your coffee and stirred it until it was a medium brown. 

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” you asked fondly and watched him bite his bottom lip absently to try and keep his smile from stretching into a grin. 

“Help myself from what?” His tone was cheeky, informing you that he knew exactly what you were talking about. It was evident that the two of you were playing a game now - something light and coy. You paused to take a bite or two of your food, happy enough to leave him in suspense for a moment longer. 

“Calling me that.”

He hummed, low in his throat. “Is that not alright?”

“Doesn’t it seem a bit out of place?” You watched as he reached across the table to stab at a piece of your pancake, bringing it to his mouth and chewing it before giving his answer. 

“Why would it? Are we not on a date right now?” 

A look of genuine shock flashed across your features. Not caring how rude it was, you asked through a mouth full of food, “Are we?”

There was a long pause in the conversation as he ate, and you wondered for a moment if you had upset him until he looked back up at you. He was biting back a smile as he leaned back in his seat. 

“Back before the musical, you were complaining about the cold - do you remember?” 

You frowned in concentration as you searched your brain. “Which time? I pretty frequently complain about the temperature here.”

He breathed a laugh. “Yeah, you do. I thought you were going to freeze to death at first. But there was something you said that glued itself to my frontal lobe.”

You gave him a questioning look, prompting him to continue. 

“You said, ‘if we move away from here, can we move somewhere warm?’.” He just held your eyes for a moment as your heart beat suddenly inched toward erratic. “We.”

You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little jittery and took another bite of pancake before you could say something truly stupid. 

After a moment of silence to let you process, he spoke again. “So, I think maybe you knew we would end up being a ‘thing’, right?”

“I don’t know a whole lot, Josh,” you admitted, reaching out and placing your hand on his and lightly running your fingers over his skin. “But, I do know that since the moment I met you, I wanted to be close with you. You’re magnetic. I truly think you could have anyone you wanted if they listened to you talk - just once.”

Despite having been the one to start the whole conversation, a peachy pink tint surfaced across his cheeks and nose at the compliment.

Clearly not interested in continuing such an intimate conversation at a busy diner, he placed his palm flat on the table and asked,  “Are you ready to get out of here? I think if I drink any more coffee my heart might give out.” 

“You could just switch to decaf,” you suggested, smirking at him as he squinted back at you like you had personally insulted him. 

He stood and leaned across the table until his face was only six inches or so from yours. “I’d rather die, thank you.”