#and her asking if he wants it back is assuming he'd be grumpy about it but he doesn't give her ANY reaction and that won't do

[imgoingtocrash]

Ellie + Joel's Jacket

The Last of Us (HBO) // The Last of Us: Part II

#the last of us #tlouedit #tlouhboedit #the last of us hbo #the last of us hbo spoilers #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #joel miller #tlou #tlou spoilers #i had to make this because i haven't seen anyone else that did #listen. there are only 2 explanations for how she got his jacket overnight #1) he woke up early and either saw or assumed she was cold #but she would never admit being cold to him and he would never admit to giving her the jacket if he did notice bc god forbid he CARE #2) he woke up early and left his jacket and ellie stole it without permission because she was cold #and her asking if he wants it back is assuming he'd be grumpy about it but he doesn't give her ANY reaction and that won't do #because she absolutely only bugs and teases him for the attention lmao #the idea that he let her have it as a blanket at any point in game makes me want to explode it's so cute #mine #mine: the last of us

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part four of Mean Eddie x Reader series.

Part one Part Two Part Three

Minors shoo! Tiny hint of fluff, Wayne to the rescue, Eddie's po.v.

💌

Eddie is quiet when he isn't in Dungeon Master mode during the latest campaign. He's been like this for a while now and Gareth is worried.

He's sure it's something to do with you, observed the tension between you and Eddie earlier this week with Billy.

Gareth isn't the only one to notice this. Wayne does too. He knows his boy and every one of his moods, knows when something is eating at him. So when Eddie comes back from the campaign that night he's there with a smile and ready to listen.

"What's going on son? You okay? You're quiet and you ain't been quiet since you learned how to talk" Eddie smiles faintly and grabs a beer from the fridge, Wayne pretends not to notice this and grabs one for himself.

"There's this girl I've been seeing and she... We... I thought we were just this casual thing but she wants more and we ended things but I... Shit I miss her uncle Wayne" he says it all in a rush and Wayne listens intently.

"You'll fix things son. Just gotta give it some time" Wayne pats his shoulder and Eddie feels his whole body relax. Wayne's always been the one to calm him down when his emotions got to big, when he needed to soothe the chaos in his mind.

Well his mom did that too but it's been so long without her now, the memories are vague and he clings on to the things he can remember, the smell of her perfume, the way he felt safe and protected when she held him and those big brown eyes that were so much like his own.

For a moment he gives into the memories then speaks again, comes back to the present and the mess he's made with you. At first when the two of you stopped seeing each other he assumed he'd be fine and move on.

Big mistake. He missed you and your laugh and the way you would listen enraptured to his stories, asked him to make ones up for you all the time.

It snuck up on him but he began missing the smell of your perfume and the way you would play with his hair when the two of you were wrapped up together after incredible sex. Or the sweetness you showed to him even when he was a grumpy ass if he was in the middle of a campaign.

Eddie even missed the way you would excitedly tell him the latest gossip about Jason and his band of buttheads, and he missed the way your eyes lit up and you would smile when Eddie couldn't help but be tender with you, the way he would hold you for a few seconds and feel comfortable and relaxed with you.

Fuck he was a major douchebag.

"I don't know if I can. I messed up and said stupid shit, I made her cry", his hands tighten on his mug as the thought of your tears physically pains him. Wayne gives him a "son, I love you but I'm disappointed with you" look and Eddie's stomach sinks. He hates disappointing Wayne.

"Boy I raised you better than to mess around with girls hearts. You gotta stop moping around and apologise to her for being such an idiot. She obviously means something to you if you're missing her like this"

As always Wayne was right and Eddie was anxiously wondering if you would even accept his apology. Would you move on to Billy who was always flirting with you? Or maybe Steve. Steve didn't make girls cry, he treated them like princesses.

That's what he was going to do with you, treat you like a princess. Swallow his pride and admit he fucked up.

Well if you ever spoke to him again he would.

...

You're late for school on Monday and rush to your locker. It doesn't even register that there's something stuffed into your locker that wasn't there before. Doesn't register until the pretty wildflowers fall to the floor.

Gently you pick them up and find them tied together with a simple black hair tie.

Eddie's hair tie.

🫶

...

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson

[a-libra-writes]

Can you do a romantic headcanon for Victor please from Lackadaisy

Yeeeesssss. This is sort of paired with my earlier married life HCs? This is mostly the non-married stuff (as in yall meeting way later), so sorry for the long preamble! Reader is intended to be femme.

So, the relationship is quite different depending if you were with him when he was younger, or you two got involved during the later Lackadaisy years. If it's the latter, there's ... a lot more guilt and troubled thoughts involved.

For the former - when he was much younger, Viktor was shy, but he made his intentions clear. It would've been more old-fashioned courting, especially if you both met in the old country. He smiled a lot more back then, moreso if you were around.

Attempting to start something when he's years into working for Atlas is .... tricky. Even when it's clear you two have a mutual attraction, and a steady friendship, there's a barrier between you. You don't learn until much later what that barrier is, and why there's so much guilt and sadness in his interactions toward you.

It's the kneecapping that gets you both closer, not that either of you realize it at first. You were always at the Lackadaisy, and even after the ... mess, you didn't intend to leave. Neither did he, and though you wished Viktor would get out of this life, for a long time you'd assumed he had nowhere else to go. It's around this time that you finally learn about the estranged wife, and the daughter whose letters weren't opened. It makes the shame and guilt in his interactions with you make far, far more sense.

So even if nothing may come of it, you stay at his side and with the Lackadaisy, like you always have. You give him quiet company without any strings, sometimes bringing meals (okay, often, because he doesn't cook for himself enough), help him fetch things when his knees make it impossible. Your company is a great, great comfort - even if he never says that, you can tell. Some more observant folks might be able to, as well - the big grumpy man is clearly calmer and more at ease when you're in the room. Yes, this is why Rocky consults you before asking anything of Viktor. Hell, even Mitzi brings things up concerning him with you first.

Ivy is arguably the biggest and loudest supporter of you both, though she doesn't always notice how uncomfortable it makes Viktor, so you have to try to dial down her enthusiasm. She refers to you both as a package deal to others, furthering the assumption to others that you're a couple. And unbeknownst to you, Viktor has brought you up to Elsa, even before Atlas' death and when everything went to hell ... She listened to him without judgement, as she always does, silently hoping he'd stop torturing himself over it and that you were a good person. She wants very much for you to be a good person for her friend.

Well, all the hang-ups aside... once it does eventually happen, and that line has crossed, there's really no going back on it.

Viktor's gone a long time feelings he's undeserving of both receiving and giving affection. He's so used to violence, and accepting the consequences of choosing that life. So, it'll be small-going at first. You'll sit next to him and take his big arm in your's, rest your head against him - and he may lean into it, or stay still. He'll accept quick kisses on the forehead and cheek, especially if you hold his face, but sometimes too much makes him bristle. You will have to be very, very patient.

Eventually he'll put an arm around you when you sit next to time, especially when you're both in the privacy of a warm home. He's extra comfortable and warm to snuggle against! Viktor may grumble a little when you curl up, but he never pushes you away. If anything he'll grab a blanket, since you seem so cold. Many times you two have dozed off like this.

When you're wanting a hug, it's hard for Viktor to deny you, though he feels he's no good at providing comfort. He's better than he thinks, though! You're engulfed in warmth and you feel very protected. You can feel his heart skipping when you rest your cheek against his chest. Viktor isn't sure how long to stay, so he keeps still until you get your fill. If you're actually tall enough, he'll rest his chin on top of your head and try to allow himself to enjoy your embrace.

(On the note of PDA - he isn't inclined to it at all, being a more private man, but if you're already sitting beside him and have your arm in his, he won't pull away. He'll just growl at anyone who dares comment on it.)

It's probably only you, Elsa and Ivy who see Viktor's gentler side, and you're seeing the most of it. He'll hand you his big coat when it's rainy and cold outside (and be nothing short of shocked when you return it washed and smelling floral), he holds you carefully, he speaks much less roughly. Arguably the softest thing you two do is late in the evening, when you're cuddled up on his lap instead of on his side, and playing with his hand while you chat with him. He talks so low you can hear his voice rumbling in his chest, his accent somehow thicker yet easier to understand.

Literally no one else will ever see that side of him so enjoy it and soak it up!!

This is also the time you can finally get him to teach you some Slovak, whereas he's usually brushing you off and saying there's no point. Your accent isn't perfect but that's okay, he finds it endearing. He might actually mess with you and teach wrong words or phases, just so you can figure it out later.

Oh, and in addition to the decent food you make him eat - more than once you've made or bought some good clothes for him, because you know Viktor won't spend anything on himself. Whether it be a scarf or a pair of gloves or a jacket, he wears it often. He'll wear it until it's in tatters, actually. He isn't much for household decorations (any plants will probably end up dead...) but small touches you add around his home will give him some little feelings of sentiment when he looks at them.

(Co-habitation is pretty much out of the picture if you two aren't married, even spending the night at the other's house is .... another one of those lines.)

Doing "normal" couple things with you gives him both a sense of ease and normalcy, though there's always the guilt that will be nagging in the back. In the daytime he might accompany you on some errands, leading to the sight of a huge scary cat looming over a smaller and more easy-going one. ("Excuse me, he asked for no pickles.")

He might grumble about having to carry things, but he really doesn't mind these errands. If anything, it's good for him to get out of the bar and his apartment. He's still just as protective, though... god forbid someone looks at you too long, or someone tries to talk down to you. They'd have to be stupid to try anything when he's glowering with his one eye.

You thought his overprotectiveness was just the result of rowdy customers and drunk men during Lackadaisy's heyday, but no, it still persists. It's nice to have someone who will literally throw someone that's harassing you, buuut sometimes Viktor gets too ... enthusiastic, or makes hasty decisions. There's a few stores you aren't allowed back in because he decided to threaten and/or bodily harm a man who was getting too chummy.

Overall, it can be ... a slow and trying relationship, but if you're patient and someone who also wants a steady comfort, and you already value your friendship with him - well, Viktor is a much better man than he thinks he is.

#hope this is alright i had a lot of thoughts and i dunno if they were all together coherent! #viktor vasko x reader #lackadaisy x reader

[barkspawn]

I desperately need the "Why dont you go marry them if you like them that much?" "...Are you jealous?" "Am not." prompt with Sebastian😫😫

I made myself laugh with this one

Amelia and Shane were hard at work all morning getting the coop ready to house chickens. Well, Shane was doing most of the work and explaining every detail to her. Everything from feed to love made its way into the discussion. She hadn't realized how passionate Shane was about the things he enjoys; in this case, chickens. She asked questions along the way, wanting to be a good chicken mom. 

Despite her best efforts, her mind wandered to later that afternoon when she was going to hang out with Sam and Sebastian. She had been growing increasingly excited to do so, having developed a bit of a crush on Sebastian after she ran into him in the rain one day. They shared a heart-to-heart and it changed so much about her view of him. She'd always thought he was attractive, sure, but he was also grumpy and tried a little too hard to be cool despite being around friends who were most times definitely not cool. 

Since the talk though, she understood. He wanted to be sure that he fits in and that there was no room to be rejected. He often felt as if that were the case in his family, which broke Amelia’s heart. She assured him that it would be something he'd never have to worry about with her, so if he needed to just… Let the facade down and nerd out or just vent, the farmhouse was always open. He had come over fairly often too, pacing on her porch in frustration with Demetrius and how his mother couldn't stand up for him when she knew that's what he needed. He’d get overly excited and need to talk about a new book in Cave Saga X (which he was happy to find out she liked too), and sometimes he'd have horrible customers. The most recent time he came over, it was a customer who screamed at him and was genuinely hostile over the color of the font on her website. She was paying well and he had to drop her. 

She took a chance and hugged him that night. She thought he might have never let go, just relishing in the fact that someone cared enough to try. 

Oddly, though, he left as soon as the hug ended. She assumes it's because he felt emotional or that he felt like he let his guard too far down, but she didn't know. She just knew that her heart had started to swell for this man. But she'd get over it. 

“Earth to Amelia?” Shane called, a handful of hay in his hand as he waved it. 

“Shit, sorry, Shane,” she gave him a genuine apologetic smile, “just a little distracted, I guess. What were you saying?”

He explained his point once more before they worked, finishing the preparations in the next hour. He agreed to bring two chicks in the morning and went home, a small pouch of peppers in hand. 

She made her way up to the house, taking in the vastness of her farm and how far it's come. As she turned her attention back to the cabin, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Sam and Sebastian sat on her porch, Sam in a chair and Sebastian laying in the small, chair-like hammock. He looked so comfortable she was almost jealous. 

“Oh, hello, boys,” she called, chuckling as Sam jumped up and leaned on the railing, waving excitedly. 

“Ameliaaaaaaa,” he called back, pouting, “I know it's supposed to be later, but we're bored out of our minds.”

“I pretty much live in a state of boredom,” Sebastian chimed in, just loud enough for Amelia to hear. She was suddenly hyper-aware of how dirty and sweaty she was. She gave them both a small wave as she leaned on the banister as Sebastian finished, blowing smoke he had inhaled through his cigarette, “so Sam was bored.”

Sam threw a gardening glove at Sebastian, laughing as it drew out a surprised scoff as it smacked him in the chest. It left a large dust mark that he tried to brush away, “so not cool,” he mumbled.

She shook her head and opened her door, gesturing inside, “you guys are welcome in. You know Loaf missed you,” she looked at Sam, who had become a fast friend with her corgi, Loaf, “and I actually made some sashimi to bring for you later if you're hungry, Seb.”

Sam had run inside, and the excited barks from Loaf blended with Sam’s praises. Sebastian stood out of the hammock, struggling as everyone does, though he smiled at her, “sashimi, huh? That's one of my favorites, how did you know?”

“I'm just good like that,” she teased, following him inside and going to her mining bag by the door, fishing out a frozen tear and offering it to him, “just like I know you love these.”

She smirked as he took it, his touch delicate as he looked over the cool stone before looking down at her, surprised, “I do. Thank you. Really.” 

She smiled and nodded before turning toward the restroom, pulling her curly (and very tangled) hair down from her bun. 

“Make yourselves at home, alright? I am covered in dirt and smell like hay, so I need to shower. She backed into the bathroom, pointing at all of them, “it better not be a wreck when I come out of here.”

Sebastian smirked and walked over to the couch, contemplating getting the sashimi, but wanting to share with Amelia. The fish isn't easy to come by or filet… And he appreciated her. Sam took Loaf outside to run around (and not be destructive), while Sebastian lay on her couch, tossing this weird, sticky ball thing that Amelia ordered as a joke to throw at his ceiling, hoping they'd fall randomly on him in the day or even when he was sleeping. He cursed the high ceiling in his room. 

The little things were fun though. You just throw them up, they stick, then they fall. Easy, mind-numbing things to get lost in thought. 

He’d been over here tons of times now, bitching and moaning about everything that brought him down, whether it be a particularly shitty customer or Demetrius. She was always there to listen and, often, in the middle of the night. 

The last time he was here was when she hugged him. He hadn't been hugged like that for as long as he could remember. Abby and Sam would throw their arms around him for photos or as thanks for a gift. But Amelia held him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her head on his shoulder, and just held him there. 

And he didn't want to let go once he wrapped his arms around her and rest her head on hers. She smelled mainly of lavender and honey, mixed with the scent of the hay she had begun to lay. 

It calmed him immediately and he was sure she felt his heart racing. Until he realized the situation he was in and fled. He thanked her and went home, his breathing ragged as he panicked on the mountain path. 

He really, really liked her. 

He continued trying to distract himself from those ideas with the ball, Sam coming back in just as Amelia came out of the bathroom, fresh in pajamas as she towel dried her hair. 

Just don't look at her. Don't think about her. Be cool. 

She came out and plopped onto the armchair across from the couch, legs tucked under her and raising an eyebrow at Sam, “and where is my dog?”

Sam raised his hands in defense, “he's on the porch in his bed. Safe and tired.”

Amelia laughed, looking over at Sebastian before rolling her eyes, you kept those silly things?”

He continued starting up, refusing to be caught off guard by one, “of course. It's easy, repetitive, and mind-numbing enough to distract from any real issues.”

She flinched at that, concerned it meant he was mad about the hug… But he held on so tightly. 

“So, Amelia, you've hung out with Shane for like three days!” Sam (sort of) chimed in, moving away from that conversation to another, less tense one. Sebastian scowled, glad no one could really see his face as Sam continued, “something going on that you're not telling us?” 

Amelia was taken aback by the question as the soft thumps of the ball hitting the ceiling grew a little louder. Sebastian wasn't trying to throw it harder, but here he was. 

“No, Sam,” she laughed, more awkward than convincing, “he's super nice once you get to know him! He's helping me get ready for the baby chicks to come tomorrow morning.”

The noise grew louder, no one noticing as Sebastian spoke, his tone colder than he meant for it to be, “so once you get past him telling you to fuck off, you just buy him pizza and beer until he's nice to you?”

She stared over at him, Sam's eyes shooting to him as well, shocked. Amelia couldn't help but smirk, grasping onto her suspicion, “well, yeah, he was kind of a dick at first, but he's getting it together! Quitting drinking, taking care of all of the chickens. He's really good with Jas–”

“Why don't you go marry him if you like him so much?” he murmured as he threw the ball up once more, though it seemed to stick a little more than he meant for it to. 

“Seb, dude…” Sam started, thinking the same as Amelia. She held her hand out to stop him as she shifted to face Sebastian. 

“...... Are you jealous?” she asked, her trembling voice masked only by a bit of a teasing tone. 

Sebastian sat up, his hand supporting himself as he shifted his position to face her, his expression a mix of panic and forced confusion. 

“What?” he looked over at Sam for a moment who had an incredulous look on his face. Immediately, he turned back to look at Amelia. He couldn't hide the crimson in his cheeks, his voice a normal tone despite his demeanor, “jealous? Why would I be jeal– ah, fuck!”

With a small smack sound, the ball finally released from the ceiling, landing on the top of Sebastian's head. Oddly, he was thankful. His hand moved to touch the spot, chucking the ball at Sam as he absolutely lost his mind in laughter, nearly falling over. Even Amelia’s hands held her side in laughter as she managed, “oh shit– worth every fucking penny.”

After a few seconds, even Sebastian had to laugh at himself. 

The three of them hung out for a few hours before the two men stood to leave. Sam’s arms flung around Amelia in a bear hug, “Goooooooodniiiiiiight!”

She yelped, but ultimately laughed as he set her down. 

Sebastian gave his signature smile and wave, not quite meeting her eyes as they headed for the door. 

“Hey, Seb,” she called after him, Sam stopping outside of the door, “I want to ask you something if you can stay for a minute?”

She was suddenly nervous as all hell, watching as he turned to look at Sam, who smiled and gave a shrug, “I know how to get home. Text me, dude,” he pointed at Sebastian, waving bye to Amelia, “you too, Amelia!”

They both gave their goodbyes before Sebastian stepped back in, shoving his hands in his pockets as she started, her voice too soft, “are you hungry?”

He blinked, looking over her face as she bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit. 

“Uh, I guess a little?” his brows furrowed as he walked to the kitchen island, leaning on the outside while she went to the fridge, pulling out the sashimi and offering a smile.

“It's fresh from this morning… I don't want it to go to waste,” she placed the small plate before him, a set of bamboo chopsticks resting on the side. He leaned on the counter across from him  

Despite himself, he smiled, picking up the chopsticks, “you really went all out, huh?” he tapped the little metal cup of soy sauce in the middle of the plate. She felt her cheeks go warm. 

“I want to make sure I can do the dish justice! And given your expertise…”

He laughed, eating the first bite, his hand over his mouth while he chewed. 

Dear Yoba. 

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a noise not too far off from a moan, her cheeks growing even warmer as he opened his eyes and nodded, “Ames, this is fucking incredible.”

She laughed shaking her head and rolling her eyes, “okay, I'm glad you like it but there's no way it could be incredible,” her voice tapered at the end as he pointedly picked up a piece and held it over the soy sauce. 

“With or without?”

“Seb, I made it for–”

“With or without?” he asked, his voice more firm. She couldn't protest if she wanted to. 

“I uh… However you eat it?”

He chuckled and dipped it in just enough to add flavor before holding the chopsticks, hand cupped underneath to prevent dripping soy sauce. She went to reach for it, but he pulled it away, shaking his head, “not with your fingers, dingus,” he teased before holding it back out, “I'm not gonna stab you or anything, I promise.” 

She laughed and rolled her eyes before leaning in and eating the roll, chewing slowly as he studied her face for a reaction. He gave her an expectant look as she finished chewing. She paused for a long moment, her heart choosing her next words without consulting her mind. 

“I'm not into Shane like that.”

His smile faltered as they stared at one another, both of them seeming to hold their breath. He relented after a moment. 

“Okay…” he didn't know what to say. He wanted to not care, but he found himself relieved. 

She bit down on her lip, her heart sinking as she thought she misread him earlier, ”just… Letting you know.”

“I'm glad,” he nearly choked on the next bite, “wait, not glad you don't like him, glad that you told me?” he managed, finally bringing a small smile back to her lips.

She reached out and took his chopsticks, eating another piece with an appreciative hum. Though, she did rather like being fed to be fair. 

He faked offense before she gave them back. They finished the food like this, not realizing it was growing past 2 am. 

Her eyes widened and she stood, frowning. 

“Oh Yoba, it's 2 in the morning,” she looked at him, eyes wide, “how are you even going to see to–”

“Ames, I've gone home this late before, I'm okay,” he reassured her with a smile, stepping toward the door. She took a breath, nodding. 

“Right. I.. Never paid attention to the time the other night…” her voice quieted as she inadvertently brought it up, “I'm really sorry if I crossed a line, Seb.. I just knew what I'd need and I guess I–”

He reached out to touch her shoulder, effectively quieting her, “don't tell anyone, but it actually was really nice.”

A smile formed as she looked up at him, relieved beyond words. He hummed a quiet, “C’mere,” before using the hand on her shoulder to draw her into another hug. They both held on tight, exhaling the tension in a deep breath. 

After a long moment, he spoke, his voice almost inaudible, “I am glad you aren't into Shane.”

She could feel his heartbeat as she was sure he could feel hers. She squeezed a little tighter than before pulling back and looking over his face before leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“I'm glad that you're glad.”

If his face weren't red before, it burned crimson now, his freckles almost completely hidden in his blush. Still, he smiled, backing up before turning toward the door. 

“Good night, Ames,” he hummed as she leaned on the door frame to watch him off. She smiled, giving him a small wave as he made his way down, turning around as he made it a few feet past the house, “actually, Ames?”

She arched her eyebrows, stepping out for a moment so she could see him better, “hmm? Everything alright?”

He ran a hand back through his hair, still taking small steps back, “wanna grab dinner with me sometime?”

Her smile grew as she watched him, “are you asking me on a date,” she teased, her inflection like that of before. 

“And what if I am?” she could hear the smile in his voice as his steps backward toward the path were as slow as he could make them. 

“I'll make us some more sashimi and I'll come to meet you by the lake. When?”

“Tomorrow? Around 4?” 

“I'll see you then,” she laughed, calling back as she walked into the house, “now turn around before you bust your ass!”

He laughed, the sound echoing over the farm.

#sdv sebastian #sdv #sdv fanfic #sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian x farmer #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #stardew #stardew fanfic #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[rosaline-black]

reader asks remus out before the full moon and he isn’t feeling well so he rejects her and after the full moon he’s heartbroken but gets her back

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ - ʀᴇᴍᴜꜱ ʟᴜᴘɪɴ

Category: Remus!lupin x Fem!reader

Word count: 2k ish words

Warnings: self deprecating Remus, mean Remus!! But lots of confessional fluff :)

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It had taken months. Months after months of waiting, pining to finally grow the courage to even stand before Remus's door. Today was supposed to be the day where you confessed to him, poured out your heart and admitted how you had harboured the most all-consuming crush on your friend for the past three years. But like most things, it most definitely did not go to plan.

The tell-tale sign should have been how grumpy Remus had been at breakfast. He'd gotten in a habit of buttering your toast for you since he was worried you would forget to eat. However, this morning he did no such thing. He could hardly look at anyone, his eyes firmly glued to the pages of his book.

He always made an effort to start a conversation with at least you, yet today there was nothing. Why did you think seeking him out would warrant a mood change?

Despite all the signs of a negative response to your confession, you still stood with your hand readied in a fist to knock on the door to Remus's chambers. With a couple of whispers of self-motivation, you allowed your knuckles to connect to the hardwood before you. After a tense thirty seconds, you were about to knock again when a gruff enter was called out into the chilled autumn air.

The door opened with a flick of Remus's weak wrist, and the first thing you noticed when your eyes finally strayed to your crush was his current condition. To put it bluntly, he looked awful. His hair was slick with sweat, his eyes sported deep purple bags and his skin was a ghostly beige.

"Christ Remus are you okay?"

Before even one finger could reach him he waved you off rather aggressively, his arm striking out in a motion to signal you don't take another step. You were frozen.

"What do you want?" His voice startled you. It was ever so cold like you were a mere stranger. Not the girl who had been there for Remus through every bump in the road.

"I came to tell you something... but I'm more concerned about your health... Remus are you quite sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine... really y/n can you just tell me whatever is you want to tell me I want... I want to be alone"

Well, you assumed that made sense right? Everyone had off days, everyone had those days where they just want to bury themselves under a thousand blankets and not speak to a soul. And now the more you thought about it, Remus did have his moods more than anyone else you knew. Allowing his shoddy reasons to add up in your brain, you replied with a nod before taking a tentative step towards him. Now it was your turn to sweat. This moment had been playing on your mind for three years.

Today could be the day you ruin one of your highest-valued friendships. Every time that thought slithered to the forefront of your mind; you were reminded of the guy that Remus was. Kind, nurturing and most importantly, understanding. Maybe if he did let you know that those romantic feelings were one-sided you could finally move on and allow your affections to rest elsewhere. At least you knew he would do it kindly... right?

Clearing your throat and finally looking up at the adorable boy before you, all buried in knit jumpers and chocolate wrappers, you abandoned to little prompt you'd written with the help of James. You'd let this one just come from the heart.

"so there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while I... well I..." with a humourless laugh you shook off your nerves "I really like you Remus... not just as a friend... as more than that... and I have for a while now... I just can't go another day pretending that"-

"Shut up”

What?

At first, you were convinced maybe you were hearing things. Surely he hadn't stopped your love confession with shut up. Not your Remus.

"w-what?"

His eyes were cast down angrily, like even looking at you was a chore he was too disgusted to try.

"I said shut up... I don't want to hear it okay..."

"Remus-"

"Are you deaf? y/n just get out..." Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as the volume at which he was speaking increased "Seriously get out..."

With one final sob from you and that painful yell from Remus, you took this as your queue to concede to his demands. Maybe he wasn't your Remus after all, maybe he never was.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Remus reckoned that if you did a study on werewolves vs Cornish pixies, pixies would make better companions. He had never felt as awful as he did right now. It had been a week since your conversation, the most one-sided conversation in history. The full moon had come and gone, but the tremendous guilt he held only grew.

Despite his actions towards you, Remus had been in love with you since your first year at Hogwarts. He remembered the clumsy bundle of hair and wide smiles that wouldn't take no for answer when it came to befriending him. He knew then he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Keyword wanted.

Dreams had plagued Remus since first year. Dreams where he would transform and it would be too late for you to flee, the disgust evident on your face before he mauls you, just like the monster he truly was deep down.

Remus never told you about his affliction. Not because he didn't trust you, but because he knew how much you cared. He knew you'd want to be there through every bump in the road and that included transformations. He wanted nothing less than for those nightmares to become a reality.

So the exhaustion of his upcoming transformation, his fear of letting you get too close and all over protectiveness he had for you resulted in his reaction to your confession that day. As he said, he’d never felt worse.

That brought us to our current moment. The marauders crowded around Remus as he recounted that interaction for the fifth time that week. The group could sympathise with both sides. Remus had never been good with relationships platonic or romantic. But if there was one thing they were in no doubt about that would be his feelings for you.

"Look Moony you've got to win her back..." Sirius ordered, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he thought up some extravagant way he could win back your heart.

"I never had her In the first place pads..."

All of them groaned at his self-loathing. It had become customary for Remus to resign himself from all the nice things he could have. In his mind, his affliction meant he didn't deserve them. They thought that was bullshit.

"Come on Remus don't be dense... y/n has liked you since... well since forever..." Peter chimed in.

"And yeah she might not be yours physically but mentally I think she is... the number of guys I've watched her turn down all because of you..." James stated massaging his temples out of frustration.

A huff left Remus's lips as he shook his head out of pure disbelief. Did you like him that much? Him? I mean you had told him yourself, but he still thought it preposterous.

"don't you want to be with her Remus?"

"Of course, I do!"

The three smirked at their friend's outburst. If the way he spoke about you wasn't enough to confirm his love for you, it was the constant longing stares. For someone who was categorised as a scary werewolf, he sure did resemble a kicked puppy.

"Well bloody tell her..."

"Fine... fine I will..."

Sirius clapped his hands together before throwing an arm around his friend "Right so this is what we're going to do..."

»»————-　♡　————-««

Sombre would be a good way to describe your mood over the past week. You skipped more classes this week than you had throughout the entirety of your schooling career. A straight up rejection would of been manageable, sure you'd still be devastated but you could move on. But the person who had told you to shut up, glared at you like you were scum was not the boy you knew.

The worst part about all of it was that you still missed him. Those honey eyes and the scent of coco. That dimple beside his mouth when he’d concede to a lopsided smile. And most importantly that voice, the deep gruff that coated his vocal chords in the morning and that higher lilt that he sung out when he got particularly passionate about a certain topic. You adored him, every single part of him. But he hated you.

Knock knock

“Lily piss off I want to be alone…”

Knock knock

You groaned even louder burying your swollen eyes in your pillow “Lily please I told you I’d come out when I was ready…”

Knock knock

“Lily please-“

“S’not Lily…”

Heart stilling. Time seemed to stop for a moment, your head raising, as your red-tinted eyes zoned in on the door, but more importantly the figure that must of been standing behind it. Do you tell him to fuck off? Tell him how angry he had made you? Let him know that you’d never felt so betrayed and hurt. However, before you got the chance to lay any of those words upon your tongue the door swung open and those honey eyes met your own.

Tulips in hand, a scruffy piece of paper and the most desperate face you ever did see stood before you.

“I’m so sorry…”

Remus must of noticed the state you were in. Used tissues coated every surface in reach, empty chocolate bar wrappers and even a half drunken bottle of fire-whiskey. Let’s just say you’d definitely been doing better before.

“You were really mean Remus…”

You let your eyes meet his once more, attempting not to cry again. You failed.

“I know I was… merlin I was such a prick… and yunno what… you have every right to never speak to me again but…” Remus had never been good with words, you could tell his mind was battling with saying the right thing. You nodded silently in attempt to comfort him and it seemed to do the trick. Pulling the scrappy piece of paper to eye level, Remus took a shaky breath and continued.

“I… I have loved you since the first time I met you… when you nearly threw me onto the tracks at the train station by how hard you hugged me… and then I fell in love with you again in second year when you made it your duty to always tie my tie for me since I always forgot…”

Another shaky breath.

“… in third year I noticed how you would only laugh like a complete idiot around me and it made me want to kiss you and be sick at the same time because… because shit you’re everything to me y/n…”

Now you were full blown sobbing, purposely as quietly as possible, you didn’t want to miss a word that slipped past his lips.

“Well then why… why did you tell me to get out…”

“Because I don’t deserve you… there’s a lot about me you don’t know and… I know you won’t care… but I do…” He seemed resigned to rejection. Like there was no conceivable way you two could be together. One thing he didn’t account for however was your stubbornness.

Rising to your feet, you took tentative steps towards him. Your fingers ghosted his cardigan covered biceps as they traveled to his rose dusted cheeks.

“Do I get a say in any of this? Remus I couldn’t think of any singular thing that could make me love you any less…” That doubt crept behind his eyes and you made him look at you before whispering “Not one thing…”

There was a comfortable silence as you basked in one an others presence.

“Okay…” it came out as an almost giddy sigh, but your ears caught it.

“Okay?”

“Okay… please can I kiss you now?”

“You could’ve kissed me six years ago dummy”

#Remus lupin x reader #Remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader #Remus lupin #harry potter #Sirius black #James potter #marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Big Bad Wolf 4

In which Namjoon tells something that might explain it all to Jungkook.

Tags/Warnings: wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Idol!Jungkook, Bear hybrid!Namjoon, Tiger hybrid!Taehyung, Cat hybrid!Yoongi, Human!Seokjin, Human!Hoseok, Cat hybrid!Jimin, bunny hybrid!Reader, very easily scared reader, stereotypes, jk has a crush on bunny, Technical staff!Reader

Additional Chapter Warnings: pouty whiny jk, I love him, did I mention the reader is short? Oh no I guess

Chapter Length: short

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Jungkook believes that he'd fucked up somehow.

Had he been too forward? Had his flirting been too much? Because every time he spots you during his day, you just turn red and run off somewhere else, uttering a tiny apology under your breath.

It's like he's back to square one, but ten times worse.

Considering it all, it was no wonder that even for a TV appearance, he's still grumpy. He knows there's no calling in sick for him- but for you, that option is still there. He's not seen you today at all, so he assumes you've taken the day off to avoid working with him at all cost- and he feels horrible, unable to hide that from Namjoon next to him.

"I wish she had you know, the same friendship with me as with you." Jungkook pouts in his chair while they both get their hair and makeup done. "she's so at ease with you."

"yeah well, she doesn't have a crush on me, that makes it a lot easier." Namjoon says, making the maknae's eyes widen as he turns his head- staff stubbornly turning it back instantly to fix his hair into the right shape again.

"what're you talking about?" he whines scandalized almost. "she's terrified of me."

"she's terrified of your hybrid side, not you, Jungkook." the rapper protests with amusement. "It's instincts. She's your hybrid side's primary food source- but that doesn't mean her human side can't have a crush on you."

"did she.. Well.. Say she has one? Like, on me?" Jungkook mumbles a bit hesitant, playing around with his phone in his hands.

"Even if she didn't, it's kind of obvious with the way she talka about you." Namjoon shrugs, focusing on texting someone.

"she talks about me? What does she say??" Jungkook eagerly wants to no, finally free for the moment as staff leaves him alone for the time being. He grabs onto the side of his bandleader's chair, desperation evident in his big eyes. "come on, tell me!"

"nop." Namjoon simply responds- and before Jungkook can ask why, the rapper waves towards someone- and one look into that direction, the singer can instantly spot you amongst the other staff and the rest of his members even despite your rather short height. "time to put on a good show for your little emergency food." Namjoon jokes, patting the maknae on his shoulder.

As Jungkook walks around to find someone to set up his microphone and wiring, it's suddenly you who's standing next to him, all the things in hand- though he can't see your face well with your bunny ears shielding you. "Oh- thank you. You don't have to if I make you uncomfortable." he carefully reassures, but you shake your head instead, suddenly looking determined- before you grab all your inner bravery and move the main cablea of his in-ear piece under neath his suit jacket, forcing yourself to do your job. "thanks." he smiles, making you simply nod before you stammer your necessary words out.

"I uh- you.. Just say if something's like, not working, I am.. Today I'm a-assigned to you for any troubleshooting, i-in case.." you say, and suddenly, there's a warm hand on too of your head, making you look up at him.

"thanks, Bunny." he simply grins, and you suddenly nod, before running off into a corner of the large place. And for a second he thinks you're yet again facing fear-

But he spots your bunny tail wiggling in excitement, before he notices your cheeks all read, a small smile on your lips.

Maybe Namjoon was right.

Maybe you really had a crush on him.

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[spectralquartzafterdark]

Good old I bully you because I like you troupe with Ratchet!!! It works too he is so grumpy! I bet he'd get too distracted. Rosie would have to wear leggings or shorts because she catches on.

It's actually Megatron who catches on first! And he. Is. Not. Having. It. He's super possessive of Rosie.

I actually wrote an 800 word ficlet about it today. The idea came up in my head and I immediately went to work.

Megatron wants Rosie all for himself. He respects Jules as her human partner, and he tolerates Bumblebee (he owes it to the scout to let him do what he wants after everything Megatron did to him). But he won’t let anyone else get near Rosie.

Megatron also notices everything. He sees the way Ratchet’s gaze softens when he thinks no one is looking. He sees the medic stealing glances at her, and he sees him pause for a split second when she’s bending over and her skirt is just a little too short. Megatron also knows Ratchet’s new paint job is to impress her, changing his form to be what Ratchet thinks would be more attractive to a human.

He knows that the reason Ratchet sneaks away is so he can satisfy himself when his mind has spiraled a bit too far out of control.

He’s trying to sneak away again. Megatron tries to follow to confront Ratchet but he’s held up by Optimus. He has a few too many questions for Megatron at the moment that he misses his chance to follow Ratchet.

As soon as Megatron is free he restarts his mission to find Ratchet. There are only a few places a bot his size could hide at the moment.

He finds Ratchet in the most obvious spot, at the end of a hall that’s rarely used, but keeps his distance. He decides to stay at the door. Ratchet would have to come back in Megatron’s direction to get back to the med bay, so he waits.

He can hear the medic’s soft sighs. He’s trying to keep quiet to avoid getting caught.

‘Too late for subtlety,’ Megatron thinks to himself, his anger growing by the second.

After a few minutes there’s a moment where Ratchet’s voice cuts off, followed by a partially stifled moan that just a little too loud. It’s over. Megatron waits.

He knows Ratchet will need to clean up a bit before rejoining the group, but Megatron has all evening to wait.

Ratchet’s steps are getting louder, and Megatron readies himself. As soon as the medic is in view Megatron grabs him, slamming him against the wall.

“Do you think I’m stupid?!” Megatron asks harshly, left arm against Ratchet’s throat.

“Ack! Megatron?!”

Ratchet struggles against the larger mech’s grip, Megatron’s right servo pinning Ratchet’s left arm.

“You can’t be bothered to show Rosie any respect to her face but you think you can get away with sneaking off to fantasize about her?!” Megatron’s anger rises with every word. Ratchet is shocked into silence. “She fixed me by herself when you were perfectly content with letting me die on that table. She assumed you hate her for that and she was still willing to fix you when you were nothing but a helm and a spark. Yet you continue to disrespect her and treat her as if she’s inferior. And then you stare at her with so much lust you have to excuse yourself.”

Ratchet isn’t struggling anymore, and is still silent. Some of Megatron’s old cruelty starts to bubble up, and he doesn’t bother stopping it.

“You will never have her,” He starts, voice dropping low, “You will never know her gentleness the way I do. Or her strength. You will never get to know how soft her thighs are, or the little sounds she makes, or how she tastes. She will never want you, and she will never love you.”

“Can’t say a warlord like you deserves her either,” Ratchet finally snaps back. The pressure on his neck from Megatron’s arm increases.

“At least I’m not a damned hypocrite.”

The two mechs stare at each other for a long time, neither wanting to give in and walk away.

“Why do you care what I do on my own time? It’s not like I’m pursuing her. She’s still all yours, Lord Megatron.” The malice and sarcasm dripping from Megatron’s former title just makes him angrier.

“You’re disgusting,” he replies, “Next time I see you trying to look up her skirt I’m ripping out your optics myself.”

“Don’t make empty threats. I know Optimus has you on a leash.” Ratchet finally pushes Megatron away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

Ratchet leaves in silence, with Megatron glaring at him until he leaves his line of sight.

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

New to tumblr, please bear with me😭🙏 I love Bucky x sunshine fics and read them religiously on ao3! Wondering if u could do one where Peter/sunshine are hanging out a lot bc he feels safe with her/looks up to her. Bucky is craving sunshine’s attention so he flirts with sunshine but she just doesn’t really pick up on the ques, and the team is teasing them bc they’re all assuming she understands. Bucky progressively flirts more obviously to try to get her to notice but it’s not working.

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr, friend!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them. So for the flirting ones, I definitely have a few like that already, I can link them here:

From Friends To This, Snow Day, The Compound Conspiracy, 5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) (especially that one, Bucky really lays the flirting on thick), if none of those are exactly what you had in mind, just let me know, I'm always open to more ideas!

BUT THAT PETER ONE. OKAY. OKAY. You're not the only one that's asked for more Sunshine + Peter interactions and that it so cute. Love it. Absolutely love it.

I'm hoping to put Peter in some more one-shots, but here's a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the ask.

Advice

"Can I ask you for your advice?"

Peter's voice comes from the other side of the common room where he'd been working on homework. It was a common enough occurrence. Today, it was just you and Peter, but there were plenty of times that MJ and Ned also joined him.

You look around the room to find no one else besides you and Peter. You turn back to him pointing at yourself, "You're asking me?"

"Yeah."

"Er... I don't think I'm supposed to be giving advice. That's Steve and Sam territory."

"Nah," Peter disagrees. "I want to hear what you think. Besides if I ask them, Steve'll start calling me 'son' again, and Sam's still pretending I'm invisible."

"Again?" you sigh, shaking your head. Peter wordlessly nods. You dismissively wave your hand, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk to Sam."

"Wait, that wasn't what I needed your advice on! Please?"

"Oh.. sure!" you shrug.

"Well, I guess, I'm sorta having a hard time with the superhero thing. Sam told me that you've never, you know," Peter hesitates, tugging at his collar as an insinuation. "Killed anyone."

You frown, "Oh."

"I mean, I just - I wanted to know how you do it."

"How I don't kill people?"

"No - I mean - Sorta. Sam told me that you hold back a lot," Peter sheepishly explains. "And I guess, I sorta knew that already. I mean you could kill us all if you wanted to. Not that I thought you would do that or anything, but like even with bad guys. And you're just like so happy all the time!"

You take a moment to process Peter's rambling. Your mouth twists apologetically, "Pete, I won't lie to you, I don't think there was a question there."

"You seem decently happy with Mr. Bucky, not that I can really tell because he's always frowning at me. But you are. You're happy. You have a life. I just wanna know how you do it."

"You want to know how I have a life?"

"Is that a stupid question? It's a stupid question, isn't it?"

"No!" you assure Peter. "Of course not! I'm glad you came to talk to me, I'm very wisdomous."

"So?"

"Oh, right..." Your mouth twists as you think about Peter's question for a long moment. "I dunno, that was a choice that I made when I was thrown into this. I didn't want to be someone other people were scared of. I want to be good. I want to believe that people are good."

"Even when they're not?"

You chuckle, "I didn't say it was easy. I forget that sometimes too. That's why you surround yourself with good people. They'll remind you when you forget."

"That's really it?"

"And I listen to a lot of Taylor Swift."

Peter nods in agreement, "Already do that."

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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[mimisempai]

To see the smile on your face

Summary

Crowley is in the mood to romance Aziraphale a little, but he has no idea how to go about it, or who to ask. In order to prepare for the perfect evening, however, he'll need to make some connections. An opportunity for him to strengthen his ties with the neighborhood?

Notes

A little bit of levity for our two boys, and an opportunity for Crowley to interact with the local shopkeepers...

On Ao3

Rating G -  2033 words

"What are you still doing here? You finished your coffee ages ago, didn't you?"

Crowley looked up at Nina and replied, "Hey, Nina, you should be nicer to the customers."

Nina shrugged and retorted, "You're not a customer, you're a parasite."

Crowley retorted, "I'm still paying for my coffee, and I want a second one."

Nina eyed him suspiciously and sat down across from him, "Out of the question. You're already too nervous."

She pointed at the demon's fingers tapping nervously on the table and continued, "Spit it out."

Crowley shook his head, "And being the subject of street gossip for the next few days? No thanks."

Nina chuckled softly, "You're going to be the subject of gossip anyway, so go ahead and shoot!"

Crowley avoided her gaze and murmured in a low voice, "I'd like to do something romantic for you know who... well..."

"Oh no no no, I'm going to stop you right there. Go to Maggie, she's the incurable romantic between the two of us. She's better at that sort of thing."

Crowley handed him his empty cup, "Coffee for the road?"

"Go to hell!"

Crowley stood and muttered, "Been there, not going back," before leaving the coffee shop and heading for Maggie's shop.

He stepped through the door and exclaimed, "Maggie, I'm so glad to see you!"

Maggie looked at him quizzically and said quietly, "You know, when you're not grumpy, you're almost scary. What do you want?"

"Oh, I'm really hurt that you'd take it that way."

Shaking her head in amusement at Crowley's now familiar antics, she replied softly, "Is this about Aziraphale?"

That had the effect of calming him, and he came to lean against the counter.

"Okay, you know, I was at Nina's and I finally told her that I wanted to do, uh, you know, something for Aziraphale, not the usual, you know."

Maggie laughed softly, "I now understand why Nina sent you here. If I'm trying to decipher what you're trying to tell me, I assume you want to surprise Aziraphale and you don't know exactly what."

Crowley sighed, glad he didn't have to humiliate himself any further, "I knew you were sharp, Maggie."

"I told you I liked you better when you're grumpy. Gerald Lambert."

Crowley raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"The cellist Gérald Lambert. Aziraphale seems to be quite fond of him. Unfortunately, he's never been recorded on vinyl, so I don't have anything for him. But I seem to have seen that he is currently performing in London, though I don't know more than that. I think Mr. Arnold would be in a better position to inform you about such concerts than I am."

Crowley rolled his eyes, wondering how many times he'd have to socialize today.

He thanked her with a grunt and headed for the music store not far away, hoping to avoid Justine, the owner of the French restaurant.

"Oh,  it's Mr. Good Guy!"

Crowley retorted, "I already told you, I'm not either... What?"

Mrs. Sandwich looked at him cheekily and replied, "I got the message about you not being a lad. So here's your new nickname, Mr Good Guy!"

Crowley refused to argue; he felt it was a lost cause anyway.

The sassy woman continued, "So you want to do something for your sweetheart?"

He stared at her, "My wh... what?"

Mrs. Sandwich replied, "The bookseller."

Gossip in this neighborhood was a disaster.  

Nina would pay for it.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he leaned into Mrs. Sandwich's ear and whispered, "I hear Nina's added a coffee to her menu called the Vinyl Latte." 

Seeing that the woman was still not reacting, he added in a conspiratorial tone, "You know, Vinyl, like the record store, and Latte, like the coffee..."

"Oooooh... oooh, I think I have to be somewhere."

The woman didn't greet him and went straight into Justine's restaurant. Crowley snickered as he entered the music store.

He felt a little more at ease because he didn't have to explain himself, he had just come to get some information. He walked confidently up to the man at the cash register and, after greeting him, asked, "Have you heard of Gérald Lambert?"

The shopkeeper eyed him suspiciously, thinking that Crowley probably didn't really seem like the kind of guy who liked that kind of music, before replying, "The cellist? Yes. Quite."

"I hear he's giving a concert in London at the moment?"

"Yes, absolutely, at the Wigmore Hall, playing Bach's 6 suites for solo cello. But all the concerts are sold out."

Crowley nodded, looking slightly annoyed, while inwardly telling himself that getting tickets would be as easy as clearing a table at the Ritz, which was what he was going to do as well.

He greeted Mr. Arnold and left the shop, rubbing his hands together. A few more preparations and it would be perfect.

Meanwhile, as the afternoon drew to a close and night began to fall, Aziraphale was surprised that he hadn't seen Crowley since he'd left for coffee at Nina's. 

Busy with yet another tax audit because his well-kept accounts were too suspicious, Aziraphale hadn't seen the time fly.

He took off his glasses and muttered, "I wonder where he's been."

"Well, after spending some time with Nina, he went to Maggie's, then met with Mrs. Sandwich, and finally went to Mr. Arnold's."

Aziraphale turned to Muriel and asked, "Tell me, did you work or spend your time watching the street?"

Muriel replied, "It's not like the street is very big. Besides, given his appearance, Mr. Grumpy is quite an eye-catcher.

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and replied, "You spend a little too much time with Mr. Grumpy. You're getting pretty cheeky."

Muriel's face fell and they began to apologize. Recognizing this kind of behavior, Aziraphale immediately stopped them, "I was joking, Muriel. I just thought it was like I heard Crowley talking and found it amusing. It's not a reproach. It never will be. Go on and express yourself freely. I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."

He was relieved to see the other angel's smile return after a few seconds and promised himself to be careful in the future. He knew exactly what it felt like to constantly have to stop yourself from expressing who you were. 

They continued to put the books away together and it was getting dark when he told Muriel they'd done enough and they could go home.

The angel had barely left the bookstore when Crowley entered.

"Crowley, my dear! Where have you been?"

Crowley approached and said with a small smile on his lips, "Let's just say I went to do a few things. How about you? Did you finish your accounting or whatever it was you had to do?"

Aziraphale joined him in the middle of the bookshop and replied with a sigh, "Actually, I'm knackered."

Crowley raised his hand and wiped a small smear of ink from the angel's cheek with his thumb, leaving his hand there. As the angel leaned his face against the demon's hand, Crowley asked gently, "Too tired for a little surprise?"

It was as if something had animated the angel from within, and his eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "A surprise? What is it?"

The demon chuckled and replied, "Angel, if I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore, will it?"

The angel turned his head into the demon's hand and kissed his palm before Crowley dropped it and grabbed the angel's hand. He pulled him toward the door of the bookshop and the angel asked, "Where are we going?"

Crowley turned to him, winked, and simply replied, "Do I have to remind you that this is a surprise?"

He led the angel to the Bentley and gallantly opened the door for him to get in before getting behind the wheel.

They had barely driven a few yards when music began to play on the car radio, Aziraphale almost immediately gasped and said in a surprised voice, "It's Bach's Cello Suite No. 1! Crowley, you never listen to this kind of music!"

Crowley playfully replied, "But you do."

Aziraphale looked at him puzzled for a few seconds before exclaiming again, "It's played by Gérald Lambert! I'd recognize his style anywhere!"

Crowley, a satisfied smile on his lips, asked, "And how about listening to it live? I'd say... right here, right now."

The Bentley had just miraculously pulled up not far from Wigmore Hall.

"Crowley! But how...and why?"

Crowley opened the door again to let him out, then held out his arm for them to walk down the hall before answering, "How? Let's just say with the help of some people and a little magic. Why? Because I wanted to surprise you and make you happy."

Aziraphale squeezed his arm and said, looking delighted, "Well, it worked."

A short time later, they were seated in a booth that allowed them to enjoy the concert to the fullest.

Crowley, who found the music absolutely boring, enjoyed the spectacle of the angel's reactions as the concert went on, and in the end the two hours didn't seem all that long.

As the applause died down, Crowley whispered in the angel's ear, "I have another little surprise for you. How would you like to meet your idol?"

He was delighted to see the angel's expression of joy as he threw his arms around his neck and embraced him.

A short time later they were at the stage door and Gerald Lambert approached them, the angel excited as a flea, handed him the concert program and exclaimed happily, "I'm so happy to meet you."

The musician simply nodded distantly, and Crowley instantly hated him.

Aziraphale continued as the musician signed, "You really are a talented musician, and I've never..."

The cellist interrupted, handing back the program, "Yes, thank you, I already know all that. You can save your breath, you've got your autograph. Thanks for coming."

Crowley was about to jump in and tell the ruffian what he thought, but Aziraphale beat him to it. He handed the signed program back to the musician and calmly replied, "It's a shame that such a talent should be served by such a bad temper. Please take back your signature, sir, as I don't want to remember you. May I never see you again."

He turned with dignity and walked away, followed by Crowley, impressed by the grace with which the Angel had handled the situation. He looked back and couldn't help but make a small gesture to trip the cellist; it wasn't much, but it satisfied him enough.

"What a despicable little bastard!"

Crowley turned his head toward the angel who had just cursed and couldn't help but laugh as he grabbed the angel's arm.

He said softly, "I'm sorry your idol didn't live up to your expectations."

Aziraphale took advantage of the deserted alleyway to stop and kiss the demon on the cheek before continuing, "I had a great night anyway. Thank you."

Crowley asked, "How about I tempt you once again to end this evening even more nicely by dining at the Ritz?"

Aziraphale laughed softly and replied, "I would say, as always, temptation accomplished."

They both laughed as they got into the Bentley.

Moments later, they were seated at their usual table, just a little closer than usual, waiting for the waiter as the piano played the notes of soft jazzy music.

Under Aziraphale's surprised gaze, Crowley stood and whispered a few words to the pianist, who nodded with a smile. 

When Crowley returned, the waiter had filled their glasses with champagne and Aziraphale had his in his hand. Crowley grabbed his, and Aziraphale was about to toast him when he stopped abruptly and whispered, "It's..."

Crowley nodded, smiling.

“That certain night

The night we met 

There was magic abroad in the air”

There was undeniable magic in the air, and as Crowley and Aziraphale took a sip of champagne, the angel took the demon's hand and intertwined their fingers.

It wasn't Bach.

The pianist wasn't famous.

But to Aziraphale, it was worth all the concerts in the world because it was a hymn to their love.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

[auxiliarydetective]

My OCs as Flatmates, Part 1

Includes: Chandrah/Charlie, Raevyn, Sherry

A bit ago, I asked you guys about who you'd like to see for this topic (and I'm still asking, by the way, hop into the replies and tell me who you'd like to see) and both @fluffle-system and @daughter-of-melpomene said...

↬ Chandrah !

Oh boy! You've invited a demon to your house, congratulations!

Charlie, I feel like, would be a fun roommate. I assume this is after GB II, so he'd already relatively well adjusted, but they're still... not human.

Like, my boy™ barely sleeps at all. This means that, yes, you can come to them at any time of day or night and be relatively sure that he's awake. And even if he isn't, they're not that hard to wake up and they don't get grumpy if you do wake him up. However, it also means that he might be noisy at night. Not even intentionally. But if your flat has thin walls, you'll hear them rummaging around the kitchen or taking a shower in the middle of the night. You might also be faced with some confusing situation at times because he hasn't master all situations of human behaviour yet. Also, they eat the weirdest things sometimes.

Aside from that though, he 100% has your back, no matter what happens. They're loyal as ever. Whatever you need, he's got you. Need help moving in? Charlie is strong as balls, he'll carry your stuff. Shitty ex? How do you want to give the bastard payback - are we thinking of a fake dating scenario, do you just want someone to come with you somewhere just in case, do you want them beaten up, humiliated...? Charlie will probably also curse and/or haunt the ex, let's be honest.

Also, he's a literal (former) Ghostbuster. If you get a nightmare or think you're cursed or haunted or something, he'll take you seriously. Or any irrational fear, really, because they've seen a lot of things and are willing to believe a lot of things. Charlie will probably go through the routine Ghostbuster questionnaire with you to determine if it's a ghost or not and what kind of ghost and then go from there. They'll cheer you up and make you feel safe before confronting the specter. Even if you accidentally summoned a demon or something, Chandrah is also a demon, it'll deal with it.

Depending on whether you know that Charlie is secretly a demon or not, you might also see them floating around sometimes and he'll use his demonic powers for tasks or to help you. It's normal. They might even show you their demonic form if you ask nicely.

Definitely would want to spend a lot of time with you. He's a bit clingy but understands if you need some space. Would also be fine with just coexisting in the same room as you if you don't have the time or energy to do anything special.

As to how you got into this flatshare situation, I'm pretty sure that Charlie would've put out the ad and it's his house/apartment. Charlie, being a demon and (former) Ghostbuster, is pretty rich and would be able to afford living on their own, but they want a flatmate because they feed off human affection and they get bored when they're alone for too long. He probably didn't put his name in the ad because he is more or less famous and you probably wouldn't figure out it's them until you come over to take a look at the apartment before deciding if you want to move in. But they're super nice and humble about their Ghostbusters experiences and will be really glad to share stories with you. A baseline belief in the paranormal is probably a requirement for living with him though.

Next person! @enterprise-come-in asked for...

↬ Raevyn !

We're assuming a Planetary Union context here and not just Raevyn somehow dropping in on our present day. Probably, you're both studying at Union Point.

One thing that needs to be very clear to you and that she tells you right away is that you will have very little privacy. She can't help it, she's a telepathic species and she's gonna know all of your secrets sooner or later. You can't really keep anything from her.

BUT this also means that she knows exactly what's wrong when you're down and how to help you and you best believe she'll do it. She's there to comfort you, whenever, wherever. Has your routines memorized after a few weeks, knows your comfort foods and shows, adapts to your needs really well.

Generally, Raevyn is really considerate but, like with any flatmate, you'll also have to deal with some nonsense from her. Since this is her Union Point era, she's gonna have quite a few crushes and partners, and you might have to deal with a good bit of relationship drama. Not an obscene amount, but definitely more than average. She also probably forgets to do the dishes every once in a while. Just remind her to do them and it's all good.

Activities! Don't expect to go to the pool or the beach with her, she's still in her phase where she's hiding her aquatic heritage. But aside from that, she's down for pretty much anything. She'd love to learn about your culture and show you hers and meet your friends and have you meet hers and... But she's also down for more relaxing activites like bord games or video games or movies or just talking. Would also be a pretty good study buddy.

Raevyn would be the best person to have as backup if you want to go on a date but you're kinda worried about it and the person seems sketchy. My girl is ready to beat anyone up for you, whether that be verbally or physically. She's also a walking taser, so she could end the conflict before it even started if you don't want a scene. Would also teach you martial arts if you want. Generally, she has a lot of relationship drama herself, so she definitely understands yours. You can gush about your crushes and cry about breakups together.

Also! Raevyn is quite literally the least problematic person when it comes to gender identities and sexuality and whatnot. It's in her culture to know that everyone's mind and feelings work differently and being attracted to different things is normal and gender is an infinite spectrum. The idea that there could be only two sexes and genders and that anything that isn't heterosexuality is a sin or something is completely wild and offensive to her. Personally, she's bisexual and will also 100% go to pride parades and festivals with you, even if she doesn't fully understand the history and mentality behind them. She would also do really well with neurodivergency, disability and other similar things. Do you know that situation where you're really frustrated at people just not understanding that you can't do a thing because you have no spoons left? This will never happen with Raevyn. Because she knows. She understands. She might not be neurodivergent or experience something similar but, because she's a telepath, she understands what you're going through and will adapt accordingly as much as she can.

Last person for this part is...

↬ Sherry !

... because @novemberhope shares a birthday with her!

Oh boy, this is actually gonna be a bit tough to answer, because... well, first of all, this means that you're in the Mario Universe. Funky shenanigans. Maybe you got Mario Movie style isekai-ed into it? (Disclaimer: I haven't actually watched the movie.) Either way, Sherry probably wasn't planning on having a flatmate but would gladly take you in.

The thing is, Sherry is a princess and was raised with the knowledge that she is a princess. But she wasn't raised at the palace, she was raised in some cottage in the middle of nowhere. Generally, living with her would be weird but fun. Because she's very kind and all but she has some quirks. For one, her sister is literally the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom and she's next in line for the throne. But Sherry couldn't care less about royal formalities and whatnot and doesn't really spend time around the palace. Still, you'll notice. If you go anywhere together, the attention will be on her and you'll be overlooked. As such: Don't think about throwing a joined birthday party. You might get an amazing cake from Princess Peach and a whole lot of famous people will be there, but it will no longer be your day. It's about her now.

Also, the whole kidnapping situation? Sherry's sister Peach constantly gets kidnapped by a guy and Sherry somehow works for the guy? Like, she babysits his son or something? Awkward...

What this means though is that, should you ever get in trouble with some evil forces or the King of the Koopas, Sherry has your back. Either she'll solve the issue herself or she'll get the Mario Brothers on the case. No problem.

Anyways, back to everyday situations: I feel like Sherry is a no nonsense sort of person (well, as much as you can be in the Mushroom Kingdom) and probably likes things to be in order, so if you leave your dishes out in the kitchen or whatnot, she won't be happy. But she's also the type who'll say something if she doesn't like something, so you won't get stuck in a silent war or anything. Also, she's not the type to hold grudges. See the "working for the guy who kidnaps her sister" situation. Whatever mistakes you make, she'll forgive you. Also, you'll never have financial troubles! She's a princess, she's rich, and she'll lend you money if you need it.

Whereas her sister likes to bake, Sherry likes to cook. You might cook together a lot if that's a thing you're into, or she'll make you homecooked meals for when you get home or just... whenever. I feel like she'd also be really good at mixing drinks, so great for when you're having parties! She also takes you kart racing, golfing, to football games, tennis, board game nights... whatever you like!

Oh yeah, Sherry also just leaves sometimes to go on an adventure or save or sister or go on vacation or whatnot, so you'll have the house to yourself a lot.

So yeah, that's it for part 1! Please tell me who else you'd like to see! Part 2 will be out soon, maybe there'll be a part 3 if I get enough requests for people, who knows!

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

#ocs as flatmates #oc: charlie drake #oc: raevyn maumahara #oc: princess sherry

[theanonymousopossum]

Elriel Part 2: Love Language

Hey all,

Back atcha with more fanfiction. This one is pretty short, but I love it. I'm definitely most excited for Solstice, and I hope y'all are looking forward to all the fanfiction still to come. Hope you enjoy my take on Elain and Azriel's language of love.

TW: None

Word count: 1.2K

Azriel walked in, tired and grumpy. He had just finished a mission, which usually meant he would make a beeline straight for bed, and sleep until his shadows reminded him that he had responsibilities, and the cycle would repeat. As he entered his room at the townhouse, a strange scent came to him. Jasmine and honey. Elain lived in the townhouse too, he knew, however why had she been in his room? And then he looked to his desk, and amidst all the paperwork and stationery, he saw it.

It was a single white lily flower. It was gorgeous, and seemed almost to glow. And it bore her scent strongly. She must have left it there while he was away. He knew that she had been growing lilies out in the garden, and he had listened to her talk about them for hours on end. And although he didn't care about flowers, there was something about talking with Elain that just made him at complete ease. Around her, his shadows seemed to fade, sensing that there was no danger or darkness present, because Elain's mere existence drove away whatever evil or misery was nearby. He picked up the lily, and found a small note tied to the stem. Come and meet me in the archway. It was in Elain's elegant handwriting, and based on the dampness of the ink, she had written it not all that long ago. He knew the archway she was referring to, a lovely thing at the entrance of the garden that was covered in roses.

Elain had worked hard to get it that way, Az was sure, and maintained it very well. He looked out of his window and saw it, the gorgeous crimson flowers amidst the sea of dark green leaves. Behind it was a circular walkway, paved with little stepping stones. Benches surrounded it, and in the middle was an ornate fountain, with sky blue water flowing from the statue of a naiad in the centre. And there, hurrying along the path, past the columns covered in wisteria and bushels of hydrangeas, was Elain, wearing a pale pink dress with a white cardigan over top. She reached the fountain, and sat at the edge. She waits for you, his shadows whispered in his ear, she wishes to speak with you. Do not leave her waiting.

Az knew better than to mess up this chance he'd been given, either by the gods or the Mother or whoever dwelt up in the clouds. He winnowed out onto the lawn, and walked briskly towards her. As she sensed his arrival, she looked up, and smiled at him, shifting over so he could take a seat. Az was shocked. Why was she being so nice to him, after what had happened on Solstice? He took a seat next to her, albeit tentatively.

"Hello Elain. How have you been?" He asked politely, hoping she didn't notice his shadows were now playing in her hair and in the folds of her dress, deliberately ignoring his commands to return for the first time ever.

"I've been well. The garden has kept me busy, as well as all the wonderful things here in life. Nyx has been growing, I've learned new recipes, new things to craft, and I've even taken up weaving as of late. But that's not why I wanted you to come. I wanted to...to speak with you. And to give you these." Elain held out a small bouquet of gorgeous white lilies, just like the one he'd received on his desk.

"I know what happened on Solstice, Rhys told Feyre and she told me. I do not hold it against you. And the lilies have been blooming wonderfully as of late, so I thought...I thought you might like them, they're a nice spot of colour, and I know they're very popular in the Night Court and-" she was rambling now, Azriel assumed out of nerves, and he did something he never in a million years thought he would do. He leaned forward and shut her up with a kiss.

He pulled back quickly, worried she might not have wanted it, that he had ruined whatever olive branch she had been extending to him.

"Elain, I-" he began, wondering what he could possibly say. But he didn't need to. Elain leaned forward and kissed him back. Azriel decided that if he died right there, right then, he would die a happy male, because he had kissed Elain Archeron. He had had his fair share of lovers over the centuries, some whom he'd enjoyed more than others, but all paled in comparison to her. Even his long-standing crush on Mor was nothing on what he felt for her. She slid onto his lap, and they kissed for seconds, minutes, hours, days, Az had no idea, it all seemed a blur. All he knew was that he could never get enough of her, of kissing her, of loving her.

Eventually she pulled back, panting slightly, lips red and swollen from kisses.

"I love you Azriel," she said, "and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you that I chose you, I choose you, I will forever choose you, and, if you will have me, I wish to be with you."

Az was sure he must have been dreaming. His heart hadn't sang that much since the first time he'd flown 500 years ago. But it was real, the woman he loved was here, sitting on his lap, saying that she wanted him.

"Yes. I love you too, very much so. I choose you, if you will have me," he said, earning a beaming smile from Elain, and he decided that he would die to make her smile like that again. He set his hand down, and they brushed the lilies.

"These lilies...do they have a special meaning to you?" he asked, because something about her gift seemed like a special language of love, even beyond her willingness to give the thing she'd spent so long growing.

"Yes. Back when mama was alive and we were still all together, my father used to bring my mother lilies at least once a week. It was the flower they had at their wedding, and he used to bring them to her as a sign of their love. I always thought it was very touching."

"Indeed, that is...so very, very special. I'm honoured you would share this with me." And he was. It meant the world to him that she'd shared this personal aspect about herself, carrying on this tradition. That night, when Elain had retired for the night and he was back in his chambers, curled into bed, he looked at the delicate white blossoms, illuminated in the moonlight from the window, and smiled. He slept better than he ever had before, now that he had a token of Elain's love to keep him company.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! It's one of my personal headcanons that Elain will give Azriel her favourite flower if their book becomes canon. Also, shoutout to my bestie, I won't tag you for privacy's sake but you know who you are, for the inspiration on the lily idea.

Please like or comment if you enjoyed, and have a wonderful time celebrating our favourite seer and shadowsinger!

Taglist:

@elriel-month

#elriel #elain x azriel #pro elriel #elriel fanfiction #elriel month 2023 #elrielmonth23

[josnhoes]

The child-but not child au think kinda have me thinking about the time how when I was a kid and have a bad dream I just head to my see sister room and just look at her sleeping till she wakes up and she usually have that face of terror because she told me ( years later, now we are adults ) that I have a bad habit of not blinking and have that strangely blank face before telling her that I have a bad dream and if I could sleep next to her

I kinda seeing them doing that to someone just to see a reaction and also they don't want to sleep alone

Oh absolutely, also I feel you on nightmares. I have chronic nightly night terrors even as a child.

Content warning mentions of nightmares.

Nightmares are to be expected especially in someone so little after experience so many overbolts. Sure you had the mind of someone older but your body reacted to trauma like you weren't at times, and the overbolts had you helpless. You loathe to admit it, but if you had had to deal with them alone you couldn't have won even the first. That fact was always in the back of your mind haunting you.

Luckily you had people here who cared, a nearly whole school of them. Sure a few nameless students found you annoying but they were a very small number. So you had a pick of who you reached out to for comfort.

In heartslabyul the best to go to are Trey, Riddle, and Deuce. Sometime Cater as well since he had sisters but it was always a 50/50 chance he'd wake up. Trey makes you warm milk, and hugs you telling you it will all be okay. Riddle wakes up annoyed until he sees its you and the state your in, he listens to your nightmares when you wish to talk of them and as he does so holds your hands reminding you you aren't alone. Deuce in a groggy state always assumes someone hurt you and goes in to delinquent mode until you tell him it was a nightmare, then before you can ask pulls you into bed with a "I'll protect you."

In savanaclaw all three main characters are good to go to. Each has a different style of comfort. Jack swaddles you offering protection, depending how bad of shape you are he'll transform and curl around you allowing you to stroke his fur. Ruggie is used to caring for people, he knows all the tricks to help you fall asleep again and lets you stay with him in bed, even cracks some jokes to get you laughing again before going to sleep. Leona is weird he acts a bit grumpy until he sees your face and then he's pulling you to him protectively purring loudly. He also is smug the next day because you came to *him*.

Octavinelle the only one who gives good comfort is Azul, the twins aren't great with dealing with nightmares and Floyd can be dangerous when he tries to squeeze the nightmares out of you. He things hugs help and they do but he can hug too hard. Azul makes a gentle tea and allows you to cry with out judgement. He knows what it's like to be filled with fear.

Pomefiore you can go to any of them but none of them are super good at comfort. Vil just agrees and allows you to get in bed before going back to sleep. Rook asks too many questions. Epel panics because he doesn't know what to do he was the baby of the family.

Ignihyde isn't a good one to go to either but good at the same time. Idia is always up late so you can trust him to 'keep watch' and since he is gaming you'll hear plenty of sounds but that could keep you up. Ortho treats it like a medical event checking you over and using the twist version of Google to find solutions. But both can have their hair used as nightlights.

Diasomnia the two best to go to are Malleus and Lilia. Both are up not requiring much if any sleep being full fae. Malleus is content to keep watch over you and stroke your hair as you sleep, simply pleased that his little child of man came to him for comfort. Lilia has raised at least one kid, and is well known for his lullaby prowess. He'll lull you back to bed in no time and with a sense of safety.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #knak au

[bowandcurtsey]

hello hi hello AINE👑💖 can i pls request nozel, william and fuegoleon with their crush who is very very dense like the boys r tryna give hints all the time and she doesnt notice? But she very much likes them but is having a hard time exressing her feelings? Thank u stay safe Aine❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎

Hello Anonyyy ! Thank you and I hope you’re safe! Aha and you put a little crown after my name, hehe you're so cuteee. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

Nozel | William | Fuegoleon x f! reader

tw: unchecked works

Nozel Silva

It's not that hard to tell that he likes you really. His favouritism is over the top. It's obvious and he does not care.

"Why does y/n get a drink and we don't?" Solid would complain.

"She doesn't ask stupid questions like you."

Yeap, he could be plain obvious and you'd still think that he treats you as "just someone he trust a little more than others"

Besides sending you gifts, he would also send you home often, he gives you more leeway whenever you made a mistake.

Everyone teases the both of you, (at this point everyone is frustrated that the two of you won't confess) but you would still deny that you and Nozel were anything more than "just good friends".

At one point Nozel would really start questioning himself, were you really that dense or were you actually not interested in him but you were just being nice to him.

Of course it was not the truth, you just had a hard time even telling him how you feel and you couldn't bring yourself to believe that Nozel Silva could actually fall for the likes of you.

Until one day, Nozel overheard your conversation with Letoile when she was visiting the Eagles' HQ.

"I think he sees me as a good friend that's all~" you voice came from the pantry, "he deserves a beautiful noble lady that is strong and smart, not like me, hahahaha!"

Nozel was in a grumpy AF mood the whole day. Until evening, he decided to ask you once and for all.

"y/n. do you like me?" he asked you directly.

You blinked at him but he was staring at you intently, waiting for an answer. You were freaking out inside but you managed to pull yourself together to answer him that you did in fact like him, "more than just normal friends"

"great. I like you too."

You both stayed in silence until you reached your home.

"So, I'll pick you up at 6 this saturday for a date." the grumpy royal was no longer that grumpy anymore.

William Vangeance

William had the patience of a saint. He finds you cute whenever you're so dense and innocent about him liking you.

He would gift you presents and be very obvious about it too.

"Let's go for lunch, y/n." he'd only ask you, and you'll happily skip out along with him. Some days you would ask someone else whether they wanted to go together as well, and it amuses William to no ends because it meant that you were really dense about him wanting to spend time alone with you.

He knows that you like him, Mimosa accidentally told him once, but he felt like it wasn't the time for him to be in a relationship at the moment because of the whole elf thingy.

Regardless, he courted you even though you did not know of his courtship. He took care of you silently and spend time with you whenever he could.

"You will never feel that you're ready ready, captain." David told him once, "what if you just miss out on her like that? Or are you assuming she'll always be waiting for you?"

William didn't think much about what David said, because he saw that you were still always happy to be with him. Until one day your father decided to set up a blind date for you. And you went. And William freaked out.

He flew all the way to look for you and sat from afar, watching you and the guy sit through a date. He was feeling antsy throughout because you both looked like you enjoyed each other's company.

William walked up to your table, startling you and your date. He made a lame excuse that there was some emergency back at the base. Well you were dense, so you believed him and dumped your date.

But the moment you were both out of that man's sight, William confessed to you.

"I was stupid not to tell you this earlier y/n, but I like you very much and I hope that you'd go out with me."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He's as dense as you, don't worry. But he's not as dense as Yami, thankfully.

He would question himself every single time he dropped a hint and you didn't catch it.

Was it not obvious enough? Or did you not like him? But you seemed pretty interested every time?

He would pretty much crack his mind thinking about how you felt. And even though everyone told him that they were pretty sure you like him too, he still doubted himself a little. Because "what if they were wrong?"

He was absolutely teased by Mereo for this, "could you just man up and just confess? What's the worst that could happen?"

He was worried that if you didn't feel the same way as him, it would make the friendship awkward.

He tried dropping more obvious hints in the next few months. He only brought you as dates to events, he only went out alone with you and he even brought you out on dates and gave you flowers.

He asked Leopold to ask you how you felt about him. And you said, "He's an incredible man, and he's my precious friend!"

He confessed one day when he saw William passing you flowers. He couldn't stand the jealousy. The lion finally found his courage to speak out his feelings.

"Because you didn't confess, I thought you did all these because you cared for me and just wanted someone's company!" you explained, "Also, the flowers were not from William, there were from Mimosa but she fell sick so she asked someone who was passing by to bring them to me!"

-end-

#nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #black clover nozel #nozel silva x y/n #nozel silva hcs #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #black clover fuegoleon #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion hc #william vangeance x reader #black clover william #william vangeance hcs #william vangeance fluff #william black clover #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

[vixenninjaturtle]

VAMPIRIC LOVE pt. 3. (Final)

TMNT RAPH (2016) x Fem Reader

For @ashleighclark98

Three weeks have passed since you were attacked. Raphael was so worried that he ended up calling his brothers for some assistance. Donatello was in charge of monitoring your health and the progress of your change. Leonardo was asked to help with meetings with guests, while Michelangelo is in charge of the cooking and cleaning. Raph needless to say was by your side every day since, praying that you would soon wake up. He just couldn't imagine his life without you.

And as much as he tried to keep up this facade of being a tough grumpy cold-hearted vampire, deep down he was really growing fond of you despite your feisty personality. You could even say that he's falling in love with you. Which is why he hopes that you would wake up pretty soon so he can say it to your face.

One evening Raph decided to end his last meeting early. Knowing that you were still unconscious he just couldn't seem to concentrate on his work. He wanted nothing more than to hear your voice and hold you in his arms. He couldn't even bring himself to eat let alone sleep due to the fact that he was so worried about you.

"Raph please you got to eat something. You got to keep your strength up. " Leo encouraged his brother.

"Yeah yeah I know Leo I know! But I just... Don't have much of an appetite." Raph sighed with his hands covering his face.

"We can't understand that bro, and we all know you're really worried about y/n but still you'll need your strength when she wakes up." Mikey followed up bringing his brother a pouch of blood.

"Mikey's right Raph if you don't do it for anybody else... Please do it for y / n. She's going to need you to get her in this journey and becoming a vampire."

"Yes I know and I get that but what if she hates me for turning her into a vampire? I mean I try so hard to keep her out of this life to keep her human forever. But seeing her Motionless... I couldn't just let her life in like that. I just... hope she's not angry with me for taking that choice away from her."

"And who said I was mad at you? If anything I'm glad it was you who turned me and not anyone else."

Raphael's head immediately shot up from his hands and whipped around so fast you thought he'd give himself whiplash just to see you standing at the entrance of his office awake and moving around.

"Y/n?... Y-you're awake?... but when? And for how long?" Raph stammered as he made his way towards you.

"She actually woke up a few hours ago. And after explaining everything to her making sure her wound has fully healed Plus checking her over she insisted on coming to see you and surprise you." Don explained walking in from behind her.

"I'm just happy that you're okay, I was seriously losing my mind with worry and y/n, I'm really sorry for putting you in that situation. If I had known he was going to react like that----"

Raphs' words were suddenly cut off as you pressed your finger to his lips. "Shhhh it's ok Raph but that's all over now. All that matters now is that I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." You smiled caressing his cheek

Raphael stared into your beautiful e/c is before wrapping his arms around you embracing you and a hug.

"Come on guys, we should leave them alone and give them their privacy." Donnie suggested to his brothers.

Both Leo and Mikey looked at each other then look between Raphael and Y/N before smiling agreeing to Donnie's suggestion. As they were leaving they each patted their brother on the back of his shell basically encouraging him to tell you about his feelings. Once everyone was gone, you and Raph finally released each other from your embrace.

"Again y/n I'm really sorry, I never meant to put you in danger nor did I ever want you to find out that I was a vampire... or at least not like this."

"Raph you don't have to apologize for anything. I assumed anyway you being a millionaire you're prone to having some enemies. Plus I already figured that you were a vampire from the get-go." You smirked at that last statement.

Raphs' I grew wide after hearing you already knew about him being a vampire. But then again, he kind I've had a feeling that you knew already because you were a lot smarter than you looked. And despite him trying so hard to keep that side of his life hidden it seems like he did a pretty poor job.

"Hehe, why am I not surprised you are always so feisty and always sticking your nose into things you had no business knowing. Nonetheless that's what I love about you." Raph smirked as he leaned in closer pressing his lips on yours.

You were shot to hear that Raphael the grumpy turtle and your employer who always said that you two will never be friends said that he loved you. However you are even more shocked that he kissed you without hesitation. He then pulled away from you allowing you to catch a breath as you both stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you too Raph." You whispered before leaning in for another kiss.

#leonardo #reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #michaelangelo #raphael #tmnt 2016 #bayverse turtles #vampire lover #bite #female reader #my art #request

[teafairywithabook]

The Tail of Gambit the Rat - a true story

I told @frenchiefitzhere a true story a little while back, and she thinks the story needs to be known so I will try to tell it to you as I told it to her. Warning for a sick animal although he gets better. A little sad possibly.

Very many years ago, I lived in the top apartment of my block. It was a nice, friendly block and we all knew each other for the most part. One day, I went out shopping in the local town and wandered into a pet shop. I decided I needed a small pet. Perhaps a little hamster or something cute. The pet shop had a tiny cage, and I mean tiny. The sort of thing you'd use for quarantine or a hospital cage. At first I assumed the black pompom in its corner was for display. Then, it moved and I realised it was a rat. I hadn't considered getting a rat, didn't want one, but when I saw this tiny thing alone, curled up, I knew I wasn't leaving without him. The shop owner told me he'd been abandoned outside the shop (in January!) and he couldn't sell me the animal, but asked for a small amount for the cage.

When I got home, it was obvious the rat wasn't well. I named him Gambit, and took him to the vet. The vet told me Gambit had skin problems from being given the wrong food, mites, a chest infection and was deaf. He also told me the amount to try to heal Gambit would buy me several healthy pet rats, and I should euthanise Gambit as he probably wouldn't survive the week. Well, I didn't want several other rats, I wanted this one. This one who, despite being betrayed by his previous humans allowed me to earn his trust. This small rodent who would rather be on my shoulder than anywhere else. This one who, when someone else held him would look for me and actually leap back over to my arms. Who had utterly stolen my heart. No, I was going to give this one every chance I could.

Somehow, this little creature knew. He knew I was trying to help, and took his medication with no problem every day for a week. At the end of the week, I took him back to the vet who gave him the all clear and couldn't believe he had recovered at all, and told him I had loved him back to life. The slight chest rattle remained for the rest of his days whenever he over exerted himself though.

Anyway, that year very late Christmas Eve/early Christmas morning, we had been downstairs at our neighbours' Christmas party. It was about 2am and my then boyfriend and I were about to go to bed (it's ok, he's my husband now ;) ). He went and I saw Gambit bouncing around the cage when normally he'd be asleep. I decided to calm him down before I too headed in. I opened his cage and he would usually let me pick him up. This time, he ran for the front door! He had never behaved like that. Ever. Gambit was so agitated I decided I was going to open the front door, show him there was nothing there, put him back in his cage and go to bed. So I opened the door.

And thick, black smoke was coming up the stairwell.

We got everyone out and called the fire department who told us two things. Firstly, someone downstairs had put food in the oven and fallen asleep.

Second, if I hadn't checked the door when I had, and had just gone to bed, none of us in the building would have woken up Christmas day.

Remember the only reason I checked was for Gambit who had tried to tell me something was wrong. That little pompom from a random pet shop stayed with me for a few more years, and almost convinced me he was immortal. He didn't want to live with any other rats, he was my grumpy old man.

I miss my little shoulder rat.

Thanks for reading, if you got this far.

#pet rats #true story

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "I've got a *premonition* this missing scientist is connected to our main case."

KIM KITSURAGI - He sighs. "I sincerely doubt it. Still, I suppose it won't hurt to keep an eye out."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, thank you officers, truly. I'll be right here if you come across any sign of Morell."

Task gained: Find Morell, the Cryptozoologist

2. "So your husband is some kind of scientist?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh yes," she says with a pinch of pride. "A zoologist -- a *crypto*zoologist to be more precise."

"What is cryptozoology?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a pseudo-science that attempts to legitimize *research* into mythological beasts and urban legends." The lieutenant sounds unimpressed.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "That's one opinion, yes. And people are entitled to their opinions..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "My apologies, ma'am. I did not mean to undermine your hobby."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "It's not a hobby, dear. It's a *sub-field* of zoology, one specializing in animal species that are so exceedingly rare that many assume them to be *extinct* or even *fictitious*..."

"Searching for such species -- called *cryptids* -- is difficult and often thankless, and frankly, many scientists are too lazy to do it. Universities these days are rarely interested in supporting *real* research."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - She's completely internalized her husband's struggles. They are her own.

3. "Tell me more about Morell. Looks, character, your relationship…"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh dear... I'm not sure where to begin..."

"What does your husband look like?"

"How long have you been married?"

"I think I have all the information I need. Let's move on."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Hmmm. Well, his expression is slightly grumpy, but his eyes are always bright and curious, like a small boy's. And his palms are quite coarse from all the field work, but he's quite gentle..."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - It's always a challenge to describe the person you know best in the world.

"Let's try again. If I were trying to meet him on the street, what would I look for?"

"That's good enough. Let me ask you something else."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh! Well, he's a bit shorter than you but with a larger frame. And he has longish white hair -- usually a bit uncombed, you might say *wild* even..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant pulls out his notebook and begins jotting down the woman's description.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "One other thing -- he'll likely have all kinds of *field gear* on him, even if he's not out in the reeds. You know, just in case."

2. "How long have you been married?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "We'll be celebrating our *sixteenth anniversary* this autumn." Her smile is soft. "Not the most numerically satisfying anniversary, but I like the less obvious milestones even more, somehow..."

3. "How did the two of you meet?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Via a dating agency, I'm ashamed to say. I was looking to get back into the scene after recovering from my accident, and he'd just divorced..."

"We hit it off and, well, here we are." She smiles wistfully.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - She's skipping over some important parts... perhaps you'll find out more later.

4. "I think I have all the information I need. Let's move on." (Conclude.)

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "I hope I've been useful."

4. "Tell me more about this *rare insect* your husband is looking for."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, sweetie, it's *fascinating*..." She catches herself. "But I shouldn't bore you with entomological minutiae."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a sideways glance.

"No, I want to hear about the insect."

"You're right. I don't have time for insect facts right now. Let's talk about something else."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Well," she hesitates. "It's a *phasmid* technically, but..."

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Oh yeah. Here comes the *interesting*.

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "... where other phasmids imitate sticks or leaves, this one's a living *reed*. It disguises itself among the reeds here on the Insulindian coast."

"Hence its name: The *Insulindian phasmid* -- perhaps you'll end up co-discovering the phasmid with us, officers?" She looks you in the eye and nods thoughtfully."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I knew it. "The lieutenant sighs. "We're gonna be chasing made-up insects with *cryptozoologists*."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "It's not made-up, officer, I can *assure* you."

"It's simply *elusive*, so much so that most establishment zoologists doubt it exists at all."

"What makes you think the phasmid is around here?"

"So... is it dangerous?"

"Is it valuable?"

"Does it have cool powers?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Well, some teenagers making out in the reeds saw one. They didn't know what it was, of course, but there was a brief article in a local newspaper. About their encounter with a *ghost insect* that looks like the reeds. Gary sent us the clipping."

"So a newspaper clipping is all the evidence you have?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Of course, most phasmid sightings turn out to be *false alarms*, but their description matched the Insulindian phasmid *perfectly*, and they didn't even know what they were looking at!"

2. "So… is it dangerous?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - She chuckles to herself. "Not at all. Why else would it hide itself so carefully?"

3. "Is it valuable?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh, I doubt it. No one gets into cryptozoology for the *money*, sweetie."

4. "Does it have cool powers?"

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Yes! It can blend in almost *perfectly* among the reeds." Her face lights up at the thought of it. "It's how it's stayed hidden all these years. Centuries even."

5. "Okay. What's so *special* about this stick-bug then?" (Move on.)

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not explaining this very well. It *is* very special..." The woman's face flushes with embarrassment.

"Morell can explain it all much better. I wish you could hear him describe it. Then you'd understand, I'm sure."

5. [Suggestion - Medium 11] Maybe you could convince her to tell you about some *cool* cryptids?

+1 Has the green ape pen.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Sometimes, the most charming thing you can do is be *reasonable* in your requests.

"Could you tell me about one, just *one* more interesting cryptid? The Insulindian phasmid was great."

LENA, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST'S WIFE - "I suppose you could use a break, and I could use a distraction..."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant throws you one of his *looks*. "*One* cryptid -- like you said. One. This can't turn into some kind of cryptid extravaganza. We have things to do."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #lena the cryptozoologist's wife