#cocoa in this case LOL
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Mulled Wine and Hot Cocoa - They say there’s nothing like sharing a warm drink by the fire to shake off any holiday ennui you might have. So grab a mug and a buddy, and toast to the quiet moments.
There she was- the young lady from the Ethereal Ball some moons ago. On that stage, ethereal, as was its name, she was not out of place, but here she seemed more at home. Familiar with the hosts, from her place on the table- but he digresses.
“Greetings, Princess Nanna.” Just as she had before, he offers her a drink, this one unfamiliar with him but warm nonetheless. “Have you been well?”
"Oh," She met his question with another question, elation dancing in-step with her bright-eyed excitement. "Have you been well, Sephiran?"
"I feel..." At home? Could she really say that, when she wasn't quite accustomed to the same gusto that the previous generation had for the holiday. Hers were humble, less tinsel and silvery charms. But still, the waft of chestnuts and cocoa were mutual, all the same. "Fortunate to be able to witness this myself." Another two steps, words skipping, left over right. She broke out into a faint, almost inaudible laugh. "It feels like a dream. Like the saints themselves have come down to hand chestnuts to children."
"...Haha... It's quite difficult to explain."
Her fingers slid around the mug, curling into place delicately. Bowing her head, a silent thank you in the face of the booming laughter and cheer, she stood comfortably by his side. The sweetness rolled off her tongue, drawing a trail of warmth down her chest.
"I've come to suspect that you may be a dream, yourself, sir." There's laughter in her eyes. "You're always welcome, if that means I can pry from time to time."
#okay but this is months late but I suppose the bit is that they're slowly feeding into their friendship with cocktails and dream sequences#cocoa in this case LOL#thelightofcreation
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Hey love I have an ask bc I’ve been feeling super depressed lately and I haven’t wanted to get out of bed lol can you do a one shot when spencer leaves for the week on a case and comes home to the house a mess and the reader laying in bed crying and he makes her shower and eat and cuddles her
oh my love <3 i hope you are feeling a little better. please make yourself a nice warm drink and try to spend some time outside or doing something outside of bed, even if it's just five minutes <3 it's worth it, i promise — someone who also bed rots often
LITTLE BY LITTLE • S. REID X READER
hurt/comfort; reader in a depressive episode; mentions of emotional eating and food; perfect bf spencer; nonsexual nudity and intimacy; kisses; pet names; fluff; ~1k
Spencer being gone was normal, a common occurrence. You didn’t normally struggle when he was gone, but with a mix of bad days at work and him being gone, you could barely bring yourself to eat.
You liked to keep the house clean while he was gone so he’d have one less stressful thing to come back to. This time, it was a mess, clothes and food packaging left around. You’d raided the sweets stash, and made a mental note to replace his chocolate bars before he realized.
“Honey?” Spencer’s voice calls, and you blink away the sting of tears. You weren’t hydrated enough for more to roll down your cheeks, but you didn’t want to worry him. With a swipe of your (his) sweater sleeve, you work on rubbing away tear stains as he comes into the bedroom, tilting his head at the wrappers and mess on the nightstand. “You okay?”
You shake your head, not trusting your voice. “You’re home early,”
“It ended well,” he tells you, gathering the trash left sitting. He doesn’t even comment that his nice chocolate bars were clearly eaten. “How long have you been like this?”
“Few days, maybe?”
“Why didn’t you call?” He sighs. He sounds exasperated, but you know he’s not upset at you as he rubs a soothing hand over your cheek and lets you lean into him.
“I didn’t wanna worry you,” you mumble, voice muffled into his palm. You press a kiss to it, smiling softly when his fingers twitch at the ticklish sensation. “‘S okay.”
Spencer shakes his head adamantly, you know he disagrees. “Find some nice pajamas for me, okay? I’ll be right back.”
He comes back after throwing out the trash. “I put some water on. Tea or hot cocoa?”
“Tea,” you mumble, rubbing your throat.
“With honey. Don’t even try to tell me not to add it.” Spencer grabs the pajamas you scrounged up. “I’ll fluff these in the dryer, too. C’mon, gorgeous,”
He helps you stand and lets you curl into his side as he walks you into the bathroom and helps you undress, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he tugs the sweater off. You shiver at how cold the air is, and he reaches behind you to turn the water on and let it start to warm.
Spencer carefully brushes your hair out of your face with his fingers, frowning when you pull away a little. He doesn’t comment on it, just studying your face with his intent stare.
“Stop looking at me,” you mumble.
“Just trying to see if you’re okay, sweetheart,” he whispers, ghosting a kiss over your cheek. “You’ll tell me about it after. Do you want me to help you wash up?”
You pause. “Dunno.”
Spencer chuckles. “Ok, well, I’m gonna go start fluffing your clothes and put water in the kettle. Let me know when I get back?”
You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as his movement creates a draft.
When he peeks back in, you’re staring at the water.
“You have to get in, honey,” he reminds you, voice sweet. It makes you feel like crying.
“I know. I think I’m okay.”
Spencer pauses as his mind processes what you’re responding to. “Okay. Take as long as you need. I’ll be waiting in the living room,”
The water is nice — heated exactly where you like it to be —, and you take much longer than normal letting it run over corded muscles and wash away your sadness as you get clean. It’s nice, and you know you’ll feel better when you get out. Part of you hates that, because it just makes another thing Spencer is right about (and he’s always right about things, so you pride yourself on the times you beat him).
When you finally step out and towel dry, you find your warm clothes on the counter. He must’ve brought them in while you were distracted.
Finally dressed in clean clothes, you drop the dirty ones in the hamper and pad out to the living room.
Spencer is in comfortable clothes — a Washington DC hoodie, sweatpants, fluffy and mismatched socks — and his hair is no longer styled. That’s the first thing you notice. Then you notice the tea, the bowl of perfectly cut-up fruit, and the spread of cheese, crackers, and lunch meat.
“Figured you wouldn’t want a full meal,” he tells you, patting his thigh. You walk over and settle on him gently, squeaking in surprise when he pulls you into him more tightly and presses kisses on your face until you squirm from the contact, giggling. “C’mon, open,”
He taps the strawberry piece to your lips and you roll your eyes as you eat it.
“I love you, you know that?”
“‘Course I do, Spence,” you tell him, voice soft and scratchy.
“Then tell me. Please? Me not knowing you’re upset hurts more than being unable to be here for you. I can at least call you and leave voicemails or talk you through stuff.”
You sigh, shoulders dropping. “But you’re busy and dealing with hard stuff already.”
“And I will always choose to deal,” he says the word like it’s poisonous, “with what you are struggling with first. I signed up to be your number one supporter. Always,”
He hands you your tea and waits for you to finish drinking before he takes it and sets it back down. He holds your hands, rubbing his thumb over the back.
“Okay? Tell me.”
“Okay.”
Spencer smiles and relaxes, kissing you more gently. “Now eat up, sweetheart. It’s all for you.”
You whine at that, and he cuts you off with a stern look.
“My chocolate bars are not proper sustenance for an adult of your—”
“Spencer.” You mumble, picking up a grape. “Shut up. I’ll eat.”
He smiles, pleased, and leans his head on your shoulder. It should be weird, him watching you eat, but it fills you with warmth and happiness as he traces aimless shapes on your thigh and makes sure you’re okay.
title is bc: little by little you will be okay. i know you will. we all will be.
#my works#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid imagine#requested
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HD longer fics recs : 80k to 90k words
Here are a few recs for fics ranging between 90k and 100k words.
You can see my recs for fics that have more than 200k here, between 150k and 200k here, between 125k and 150k here, between 100k and 125k here and between 90k and 100k here.
Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic [88k]
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
the call of sweet things by @softlystarstruck [88k]
Draco’s happy with his quiet, lonely life in Woolbury, spending his days working at Pen Pals and keeping his already tidy flat spotless. But when Harry Potter shows up with pink hair and secrets about his magic, Draco’s carefully upheld balance falls apart. He doesn’t quite know how he ends up decorating Harry’s cottage, drinking unreasonable amounts of cocoa, and laughing more than he’s laughed in years, but it’s Christmas, after all– and he finally has a chance to set things right.
Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by aibidil [80k]
In which a group of wizards’ rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic’s role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they’re made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.
Criminal by @the-sinking-ship [83k]
Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?
Dear Cousin, Love Regulus by @xx-thedarklord-xx [86k]
As the sole Malfoy heir, Draco understood that his path was set long before his birth; who to be, how to act and what his choices should be. What he had not counted on was the power of outside influences. Letters from his deceased cousin caused him to realize that he did have choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.
Heaven Through a Window by JocundaSykes [81k]
Life is going swimmingly for Draco: he’s a respected Healer, his son is excellent in every way, and none of his patients have died recently.
Then he gets landed with Perfect Potter and his hordes of stupid friends. It’s intolerable. But the more time Draco spends with the lonely boy from Surrey, the more he believes that there might be a hero within us all.
If the Fates Allow by Saras_Girl [80k]
What’s that crackling in the walls?
Harry has no clue at all.
He’ll eat some cake and drink some wine
Because he is completely FINE.
–A story about life’s disregard for our plans. [2017 advent story]
In Free Fall by @kbrick [81k]
Draco Malfoy is a serious university student whose idea of a good time is translating Ancient Greek texts and having game night with his small circle of friends.
Harry Potter is a hard-partying adrenaline junkie who’s happiest when he’s leaping from an airplane or hurtling over a waterfall in a kayak.
They have nothing in common.
But when they reconnect in the Muggle world, curiosity prompts them to strike up a deal. Draco will show Harry what it’s like to be a swotty overachiever and Harry will show Draco what it’s like to live life dangerously. It’ll be fun, and really, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like Draco’s going to fall in love with the guy or anything.
In Pieces by @dysonrules [85k]
Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.
Knead by laughingd0g [83k]
This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place.
This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy’s lean arms.
The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound [81k]
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.
Loverboys by @corvuscrowned [84k]
As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.)
But as Draco’s unrelenting mind games begin to wear him down, Harry has to remind himself that it’s all fake. The relationship is fake. The affection is fake. The pet names, the romance — even the engagement photos are fake.
But there’s something in Draco’s kiss that might just be real.
Martyred by @doingthechachaslide [82k]
Harry Potter only wants one thing: to take care of the people he loves. After Teddy’s abrupt departure from his role as Andromeda’s caretaker, Harry decides it’s finally time to step up and handle the job himself.
Castoff Manor, an old Black family estate, has never seemed as sinister as the stories make it sound, but it’s there that Harry stumbles upon ghosts, haunting family secrets, and a familiar, snarky blond gardener hell-bent on chasing him out. Maybe if Harry sticks around long enough, he’ll finally learn why all of Andromeda’s previous caretakers have fled without looking back.
Merlin, Give Me Strength by Aelys_Althea [86k]
Draco retreated after the war. Despite the Wizarding world turning a smiling, forgiving face to any and all with a black name and stained reputation, he wanted none of it. All Draco wanted was to be left alone.
Unfortunately for him, Harry Potter doesn’t want to leave him alone. And more than that, he finds himself with the most unlikely of house guests that he just can’t seem to rid himself of.
Why is life never simple?
Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by @lordhellebore [82k]
When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.
The Nightmare Club by Elle Gray [85k]
Hermione and Ron are going back to Hogwarts to do N.E.W.T.s, Ginny isn’t. Harry hasn’t decided, until he has, in front of the Wizengamot and now he’s responsible for Malfoy as well. A tale of enemies who learn to get along, get it wrong and get it on. Everything is purple, some things are on fire and no-one is sleeping properly. But don’t worry, there’s tea!
On the Last Day of Our World by Sansa [84k]
During a detention, Harry and Draco get locked in a strange room together overnight. When they escape the next morning, they discover they are alone. Love, angst and adventure abound as they struggle to survive in an empty world.
red and green are complimentary colours by ace_0fhearts [88k]
After the war Hermione manages to convince Harry to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Expecting an uneventful year of classes and rooming with the other Gryffindor boys, he’s surprised when McGonagall tells him he’ll be sharing a room with Draco Malfoy.
Now Harry has to get through a year of arguments and awkward silences. Or he would, if Malfoy would stop ignoring him and moping around the castle alone.
Or: Draco and Harry fall in love through sleepless nights and late night quidditch games
Reparo by amalin [84k]
Voldemort’s final defeat does not mean Harry Potter’s troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.
The Stars Have Courage by @fantalf [85k]
Draco can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move. He can’t hear anything besides the buzzing in his ears. The walls are closing in. The world becomes smaller, narrowing itself to the pain in his chest, and it becomes the only thing that makes sense. He tries to cry. Maybe he is crying, but there are no tears anymore.
Luna’s words echo endlessly in his brain. Harry doesn’t remember. Harry doesn’t love Draco. Repeating ceaselessly. Infinite, Harry used to say.
No. No. No.
Draco can’t lose him again. But he doesn’t know who you are now. He doesn’t love you. He hates you. You are no one.
His world turns into an overwhelming pain.
And that pain is all that he is.
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Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He’s not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.
Things That Change by eutichydes [84k]
After Hogwarts, everything changes.
This Year’s Love by trishjames [84k]
This year’s love had better last, heaven knows it’s high time when you try to make lovers from friends. But Harry Potter realises time and time again that it’s simply not possible for him. And then along comes Draco Malfoy— the ultimate foe on the mend. Whatever will become of them? A story about love.
Variation by @lower-east-side [87k]
After suffering enormous losses, Draco Malfoy must now struggle to define his place in the post-war world. Through dashed hopes and changing fortunes, Draco carves out a new niche for himself. But adapting to life with Harry Potter may be the biggest challenge of all.
I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!
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Cocoa Hoodie Set
Hello!! I like hoodies, in case you didn't know by now lol. Anyway this cute little hoodie set includes 4 variations + 1 overlay for the shirt in several different swatches and patterns! I hope you all enjoy and have fun! 💜
📁:PATREON (ALWAYS FREE)| TOU | KO-FI
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OP81 | Hard work ☁︎
Summary: After the biggest exam of her entire life, y/n found Oscar in front of her university, waiting for her.
Warning: fluff, anxious reader?
A/N: Just had some inspiration for that after one exam I had and totally fucked up it lol
MASTERLIST requests are open
Her hand hurts, she can't write anymore. Her copies filled with blue pen in front of her, she read it again one last time until the time limit rings.
A weight immediately lifts from her shoulders. She knows she succeeded. She didn't spend nights and days behind her computer, scribbling things on her notepad and repeating her lessons to Oscar for nothing.
She untied her hair down, puts her pens in her pencil case and puts it in her bag. She puts her coat on her back and grabs her copies. She puts her bag on her back, places her copies in the storage area and heads towards the exit of the building.
She closes her coat as she walks, putting on her mittens and shoving her hands in her pockets.
The cold of winter is felt. She pulls up her coat to hide her chin and leaves the building. Her cheeks and nose quickly turn red from the cold as she walks towards the gate.
Once on the other side of it, she walks towards the street which leads to the metro, to return home.
Her friends suggested that they spend time together in their usual little café but she preferred to refuse, knowing that she would be too tired after her exam.
She continues walking a few meters before seeing her boyfriend, leaning against his car, a coffee in his hand and looking at her, a big smile on his face.
She smiles when she sees him and walks more quickly towards him. She takes refuge directly in his arms, on the verge of crying. After all the stress she has accumulated, all the work she has done, she has every right to take a break. He hugged her tightly, warping his warm arms around her waist.
''I'm so proud of you my love.'' She can't help but blush a little more when she hears his compliment, his australian accent still makes her fall in love even more.
She separates from him, taking the coffee that he offers her.
''Don't burn yourself.'' She nodded quickly and took a sip of the warm liquids.
''Thank you baby.'' He kissed her forehead and opened the passenger door for her.
She sits there and Oscar sits next to her, behind the wheel. He starts the engine and drives them to their shared flat.
Throughout the trip, she talks to him about his exam. Passing by the two hundred and thirty three bananas that a man bought in a problem to triangular figures mixing the theorem of Pythagoras and Thales.
He listens to her, without interrupting her, taking advantage of her voice that he hasn't heard all day.
Once home, she continues talking about her exam. She speaks faster and faster and spreads the subject even more. And Oscar feels that it makes her stressed to talk about it.
So he cuts her off, ''Y/n, don't you want to stop talking about that ? You always speak fast when you're stressed.''
She sighed. Not in a disappointing way, but more because she knows that he's right.
''Yeah sorry if I bother you with that.'' She simply says, taking off her shoes and coat.
''You never bother me love. I just said that for you to relax.'' He takes a hanger to hang his and her coat.
They both walk towards the kitchen, she is already taking the milk out of the fridge and him rummaging on the shelf to get two cups.
It's a little ritual that they both have. Every time, when one or the other is stressed, they prepare hot chocolates. Because it's not a secret that Oscar loves chocolate and it's not a secret that y/n loves the feelings of hot liquids.
He puts the cups full of milk in the microwave and takes out the cocoa. She rummages through a shelf and pulls out some little chocolate marshmallow teddy bears.
Once the milk is hot, Oscar adds the cocoa to the two cups and a few teddy bears to his cup.
''I will never be able to understand how you drink your chocolate with teddy bears.'' She always hated putting teddy bears in her chocolate. Not that she doesn't like marshmallows, but she hates anything that's hard and gets mushy (Without a second thought).
''You don't know what you're missing.'' She puts a few bears in her mouth and eats them.
''Na you, you don't know what you're doing.'' He giggles and steals a few bears from her hands to eat it.
''Hey! I'm going to tell Mark what you're doing !''
He kisses her cheeks, putting one of his hands in her lower back, heading her towards the couch. They sit in, they cups of hot chocolate in hand, a warm blanket on them.
She is looking for a new series to watch on Netflix, Oscar eating his teddy bear with his spoon.
When she finally finds something good to watch, she takes a sip of her chocolate and gets a little closer to Oscar.
They end the day like that, in front of their series, cuddling each other.
#op81 fluff#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri#oscar#f1 drivers#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#fluff#formula 1#formula one#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri f1
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do u think jisung would somehow tie himself up with red ribbon with a cute bow on top and shove a thick vibrating dildo deep into his ass and lay there all naked and tied up with a gag in his mouth and with a tag that’s addressed to you and the tag also says “don’t open til christmas” and he did this all on christmas eve so that you can wake up to an extremely overstimulated jisung under the christmas tree next to all the other gifts and he’s bawling his eyes out from pleasure and his drool and cum is everywhere and he’s extremely loud and whiny despite the ball gag and he lowkey regrets it but not bc damn does it feel good but damn does it feel too good and he’ll probably pass out if you decide to unwrap him and fuck him but he won’t mind because he’s also highkey a slut for somno and will want to wake up in a puddle of his cum and drool and with you still fucking him and he can’t even think anymore like he’s just incoherent atp but he fucking loves it all? no? too much?
oh wow 😰💞 maybe it is a bit too much but for an idea as insanely hot as this let’s suspend our disbelief for a minute hehe
hannie would no doubt dream abt doing smth like this for you (and very much for himself too lol) it’s one of those cases where he’s thinking w his dick insteand of his head bc he’s way too turned on by the thought of being your personal gift to care abt what might go wrong...there’s no need to think when his mind is gonna be broken by the end of it anyway 🥰 he’d be so excited that he’s hard and dripping before he even finishes setting everything up, he might even tie a cute red ribbon at the base of his dick too so it can stay harder for longer
he starts off w an adorable setup, a bow in his hair, the silky ribbon laced over his whole body, wrapped around his muscles to the best of his ability, the presents laid neatly out around him, but it’s all pointless when u find him the next morning floating in and out of consciousness after all his orgasms w the soft christmas tree skirt underneath him completely soiled from all his cum and drool and the presents scattered everywhere bc of how much he thrashed around in fit after fit of overstimulation 💔 sweet hannie tried to be considerate by gagging himself so he wouldn’t wake you up through the night, but you’re absolutely right abt him whining and moaning so loudly that even the ballgag wouldn’t fully silence him
his muffled noises still ring out so loudly and he sounds so helpless and disoriented, like he isn’t the one who did this to himself. by the time you come to unwrap your gift his voice would be hoarse from all his crying, eyes glassy, jaw aching, face soaked w sweat and tears and saliva and body stained w load after load of cum…but his eyes would light up so bright when he spots u and his lips would curve into a weak, lazy smile around the gag <3 when he passes out from exhaustion and wakes up to find you still fucking him he might just cum on the spot the instant his foggy brain processes what’s going on, bc the whole idea behind his plan was that he’s meant to be your gift after all! so he’s happy to be used
and once you’re done w him, you scoop up your wrecked baby to gently put him back together 💗 give him water, bathe him, wrap him up in a nice warm blanket and make him a cup of hot cocoa to sip happily away at
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Fanatic Intervention Part 3!!
Okay, this thing needs a name. Please suggest ideas in the comments :) I know this part is tedious, but the thing with self-insert is you have Establishing to do before any Real Action happens. We'll get there, just hang on.
//Edited to include title.
Beginning || Previous || Next
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The shaking must have been more visible than you thought, because Muriel is at your side before you can speak. They touch your shoulder gently.
“Um, excuse me,” they say, “Sorry, but you’re shaking an awful lot. Maybe you should sit down.” You nod, and it takes concentration, but with Muriel’s help you make it to the sofa. Apparently caffeine and adrenaline aren’t the best mix. Your breathing speeds up, despite your best efforts, and the rest of the room feels fuzzy. Shit, you do not need this right now. There’s talking and movement, but listening to the words feels too sharp, and the best you can do to convey that you are not okay is to shake your head over and over and over. You reach out a hand next to you, and are surprised to find the sleeve of Aziraphale’s shirt. It’s not ideal, but it’s something, and he doesn’t pull away. You focus on the feel of the cotton, the button on the cuff, the pattern of the stitching in the seams. Slowly, you’re able to tune back in. You focus on your breathing, you look around and count five things that start with B – button, books, brown, bow tie, black. Crowley hands you a mug of cocoa, and you accept it, running your thumb along the porcelain wings and letting your hands feel the heat of the drink. You take a sip and take stock.
Multiverse travel (?), mouthing off to the literal Voice of God (lol), brush with death (or...eternal saltiness?), confronting your very limited mortality (at least it’s 5 lives and not 3), panic attack. WELP. This is going well so far. Just peachy. You take another sip, and notice that everyone’s waiting. Oh, right. You clear your throat.
“Thanks,” You say, “Sorry about that. Um...I’m gonna guess that you all have some questions.”
“That would be accurate, yes,” Aziraphale says next to you. Now that you are better, he stands, straightens his waistcoat, and moves to stand nearer the chair (and Crowley), and watches you with his hands folded in front of him. “The first of which is, who exactly are you?”
“Buckle in, folks,” You say to them, “You’re in for a ride.”
And so you begin your info dump. You notice Muriel taking dedicated notes. Good, they’ll probably need those later. You tell them that you’re not sure exactly where you’re from, but it’s not here. You explain the tv show, the radio show, you even mention the musical, and of course, when you get to the book, you ask Crowley to find it on the shelf behind him. It’s right where you remember Jim leaving it. Crowley opens it, and you begin on instinct:
“’It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. There had been rather seven of them thus far, and rain hadn’t been invented yet.’ Now skip a couple lines Crowley. ‘I said that one went down like a lead balloon.’ Sound familiar? There’s more.” You stop quoting there, because Crowley has started flipping through the pages quicker. Aziraphale holds out his hand, and after a while, Crowley hands it to him, then goes to a corner where you notice him taking a few deep breaths. You lean to the side to see that he’s not smoking, exactly, but definitely smoldering. You look at Aziraphale next, and see him turn white as a sheet, before handing the book to Muriel’s eager hands. The scrivener is the only one who looks delighted as they flip through. Aziraphale cleares this throat and composes himself.
“Uhm...now I believe you told Metatron that...The Almighty sent you here. Is...is that actually the case?”
“Honestly,” You say, “I have no idea. I just needed to get him out of your shop and away from you.”
“Away from...me?”
“Yeah...um...” You notice that Crowley has come back to the conversation now, although his sunglasses are slightly askew. You glance at Muriel, who has noticed the shift in your tone, has closed the book, and is now watching you. They put the novel on the nearest surface and reach for their notebook again.
And so, you explain the most solid fan theories that you know. That their joint miracle from the other day made them a threat for Apocalypse 2.0, and that Metatron was here to separate them, by offering Aziraphale the job of Supreme Archangel. This news is met with...surprise.
“Well that’s just stupid,” Crowley says, “He says no, in your tv show, clearly.”
“Yes, I rather can’t imagine I’d be so keen to return to Heaven after everything.”
“Weeeeelllll…...”
The room goes silent, except for Muriel’s writing. They stop after a moment, unaware of the silence.
“So then, you were trying to keep them from being separated because the power of an angel and a demon is most powerful together.”
“Yeah, or the power of love maybe. I’m not sure. Neil’s been kind of vague on that point.” You intentionally keep your gaze on Muriel once you realize what you implied. You will get there. Making those two talk about their feelings is on your list. Patience, patience.
“Oh, the author – Neil Gaiman?” Muriel points at the book with their pencil.
“Yeah, him. He answers questions sometimes.”
Muriel makes a note. You realize something.
“Wait a minute, Muriel,” You say, “Are you...on board with this?”
Muriel stops writing and considers your question for a minute.
“Well, see, the thing is,” They begin, “I’ve seen an awful lot that I never thought I would see? Just in the last week. Like a demon being nice –“
“HEY! Not nice!”
“And the Archangel Gabriel being in love with a demon and running away with them. And then you fell out of nowhere, and honestly what you said to the Metatron may have been a lie, and therefore, you know, bad, but it makes sense. If God didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. So if I help you, I’m helping the Will of God, right?”
Crowley is the one to break the silence that follows.
“Honestly I would have thought it’d take longer for you to take after me. I have to say, I am impressed.”
“Take what after you?”
“Nevermind.”
“Well,” says Aziraphale, “Is there anything else that we need to know about?”
You think about the kiss. You think about everything that came after. You think about ‘and I would like to spend -’ But no, none of that is relevant now. Why do you feel like you’re forgetting something?
The bell at the door rings. You turn around to see Maggie and Nina. UGH. Right.
“I’ve got it, ladies, no worries! Come back later!” You call, desperately.
“Excuse me! No, we need to speak to these two now if you don’t mind!” Maggie says. Clearly she doesn’t care who you are or what you’re doing here.
You roll your eyes. Honestly, you don’t have beef with Maggie and Nina. You agree with them telling off Crowley and Aziraphale, it’s just that you can’t help but feel that the clock is ticking. But, well, there’s no helping it is there? With a sigh, you stand.
“Come on, Muriel,” You say, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get some more cocoa while these four talk.”
Muriel follows you into the kitchen. You don’t listen, you don’t need to. All you need to do is refill your drink while Maggie and Nina tell them off. While you’re at it, you try to convince Muriel to have one. Despite your best effort, you’re unsuccessful. Oh well, all in good time. When you hear the bell chime again, you go back into the shop to find Aziraphale and Crowley looking very pink in the cheeks. You can’t help but smirk.
“All right, chaps?” You say in your best-terrible-British-accent. Aziraphale nods. Well good. Because you all have work to do.
❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤
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Sfw Headcanons of Dating Jack Skellington
This man is so sweet fr fr, he needs a hug 🖤
[WARNING: mentions of horror movies]
HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH, YAAAALL!!!!
🖤 boi where do i start lel
🦴 Mans is a big cuddler
🧡 like for real, hes so sweet
🦴 Lots of kisses from this big boi
🖤 Like, for real, hes the most affectionate thing out there
🦴 king of the pumpkin patch, AND romance
🧡 Will scare anyone who makes you sad or angry. And he won't scare you unless you tell him you're okay with it.
🦴 hes a huge flirt. Like, the BIGGEST flirt out there
🖤 make things for him, HE'LL LOVE IT
🦴 hell, he loves you
🧡 Jack makes the best Cider and Hot Cocoa
🦴 His favorite thing to do for a date, is getting caramel corn and going for a walk with you under all of the trees.
🖤 the sun shining through the orange, yellow, and red leaves makes for a beautiful atmosphere
🦴 yall play fetch with Zero too :3
🧡 Wear a skeleton costume :)
🦴 He will either, 1: find it funny, 2: be confused, or 3: be flustered
🖤 I have no idea why, but i headcanon that Jack can play the piano and cello. I have no idea why but it just fits imo
🦴 Sing with him :D
🧡 wait- you expect me to not headcanon a disney character to be musical??... you're insane LMFAO
🦴 Pumpkin bread with chocolate chips is one of Jack's favorite things, if you like baking, make this for him lol
🖤 If you don't live with him and in a seperate house he will walk you home every single time, doesn't matter if you live next door or not.
🦴 HE👏 WANTS👏 YOU👏 SAFE👏 AND👏 IN👏 ONE👏 PIECE👏
🧡 Speaking of which, he's pretty protective of you, but not to the point where its suffocating
🦴 So its basically canon that he knows how to sew right, thats straight up.
🖤 BUT HEAR ME OUT!!!!
🦴 he makes monster plushies with it AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
🧡 Like c'mon now, how can you own a sewing machine and NOT make plushies?!?! Its UNHEARD of /j
🦴 Have autism? Or anything similar to it?? HE STIMS WITH YOU!!! (Its because he thinks its fun :3)
🦴 Annoy Jack with bone puns, his reactions are priceless 🤣
🖤 His pet names for you are, Dear, Darling, and Pumpkin
🧡 He likes horror movies, if they're too much for you to handle, thats okay. Jack can always settle for less scary movies.
🦴 His favorites are The Descent, the Saw movies, Trick r' Treat (He thinks Sam is adorable), Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (because of the nostalgia from the books), and the Fear Street movies
🖤 If you can't handle those scary movies he'll watch mellow ones with you. Like Hocus Pocus, Spooky Buddies, Halloween Is Grinch Night, etc.
🦴 He loves animals... spooky ones.
🧡 This boi wants a Bat, Frog, Tarantula, Snake, Black Cat, or maybe another ghost dog :)
🦴 As long as its not venomous
🖤 It'd be nice for Zero to have another playmate :D
🦴 okay so, while this talks about snuggling in bed and body anatomy, this isn't in a nsfw way so bear with me here lol
🧡 While yall are snugglin, you can flick his ribs to make them sound like a xylophone. You can totally play a song 🤣
🦴 Hes totally interested in your muscles, fat, and skin
🖤 like ???? How tf are you so squishy?!
🦴 He's not complainin though, he loves you how you are <3
🧡 He has cute lil monster outfits for you, Jack lets you pick out your clothes but he just has them for you just in case :)
🦴 Okay so... lets get one thing straight (unlike me LMFAO)
🖤 As a monster, Jack doesn't need to sleep, but he does.
🦴 But this means sometimes he doesn't sleep at all and just wanders around the house at 3 A.M.
🧡 and its actually lowkey scary when you run into him at those times
🦴 He just looks way scarier than usual without even trying. And oh my gosh.
🖤 There have been MULTIPLE times where Jack accidentally scared you half to death while you were looking for a snack 🤣
🦴 When all is said and done, Jack Skellington is a really sweet dude who means well. A very loving person :)))
Thanks for Reading,
HAPP SPOOP MONTH
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I never considered myself a Mayday girl but 👀 that last one got me in the fluffy feels so 33 and 47?
@coffeeandbatboys I know what you mean, but once you become a Mayday girl, I don't think there's ever a way to go back. LOL.
I hope you enjoy this one. I certainly did.
Love oo,
My Heart
Warnings: Frostbite, injuries, medical treatment, mistreatment of clones, anxiety, tears, anger, hitting the wall, kisses, innuendo, not feeling worthy enough, appreciation, I think that's it. If I miss anything, please let me know.
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You shook your head as. You gently placed Hexx’s hands in warm water, your heart hurt when he winced in pain. “I know, I know it hurts, Hexx. Just bear with it for a little bit, okay? Once we get your fingers defrosted, we can make sure there’s no permanent damage. Alright, sweetie?”
“Yeah. Thanks, vod’ika.”
“Don’t worry I got you. I’m gonna put your feet in warm water too, okay?”
Hexx simply nodded, too tired and cold to really answer. You wrapped his body in a blanket, “We gotta raise your body temperature okay? Your body suit was able to protect most of your body, thankfully, but we still need to bring it up okay. I’m gonna get you something hot to drink. Okay?” You wrapped the blanket around him tighter.
“Vod’ika, in case we don’t say this enough. You’re amazing.”
You gave him a soft smile as you patted his back, “Not that amazing, but I’ll take it. I’ll be back.”
As soon as you were out of his sight and heading to the poor excuse you all called a kitchen, you let the anger you had been holding back unleash itself on the wall, smacking it with your hand over and over again, as tears welled up in your eyes.
You felt the strong arms you have come to know even in your sleep; wrapping around you and holding you close, as you felt him pressing you into his chest, as you felt his heart beat against your back. He closed the door with his foot so you could break down in his arms, “It’s alright, babe. It’s alright.”
“No, it’s not!” You turned in his arms and buried your face in Mayday’s shoulder holding him close as you cried your eyes out. “Another hour and he would’ve lost his fingers and toes. What’s the point of staying here?”
Mayday wrapped his arms tighter around you, pressing kisses to your forehead, “Babe, I know…” he let out a sigh, “I don’t know what to do right now,” he let out a chuckle. “I can either get super angry and pissed with you and we go to the training room, go a couple rounds of sparring or… I just stand here and shower you with kisses, because the fact that you get so upset about one of my men, means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
A soft giggle escaped your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, “Oh, I love you.”
“I know, and you have to know there’s no one I could love like I love you. You’re one in a million cyar’ika.”
“So are you babe” you pulled back to look at him, smiling. “How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Make my anger washaway?”
“Simple, mesh’la. I make sure to keep your needs above my own.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “What is the prognosis on Hexx though?”
“Well I got him warming up his hands and feet right now. I’m going to take him some warm cocoa. Once he’s warm enough, I’ll dry off his hands and feet, see what sort of damage he’s dealing with and then go from there.”
His hands rubbed your back as he placed another kiss on your forehead, “Thank the force … for whatever that’s worth.”
You let out a sigh as you leaned back and looked into his eyes, “I should get back,” you stood on your toes and leaned in and kissed him, “I’ll see you later, right?”
“Yeah, cyar’ika.” Once he was sure your anger had subsided, he slowly lowered his arms and hands until he held yours as he looked at you, “Cyar’ika, before I go,” his hands gently held yours, lifting them until they pressed into his chest, “I want you to know how much we appreciate you being here. You could’ve left like all the others, be asked to get transferred out, but you didn’t. You’ve stuck by our side from day one since you joined our unit. You are one of the best medics the GAR or the Empire has ever seen, you should be somewhere better than this barren wasteland of a planet. You should have someone better by your side, than me. Someone who can do so much more for you, than what I can. And the fact … the fact you’ve … you’ve taken care of us, supported us, tried to find ways to keep us alive and safe …” He pressed his forehead against yours, and took in a deep breath, “You are my heart, cyar’ika. It doesn’t beat without you.”
You closed your eyes, breathing him in, “You are the air I breathe, and you are exactly where you need to be, by my side. I don’t care about that stuff, all I care about is you, and your men.”
“You can always lean on me, okay? When things get hard, when you get angry and need to smack a wall, or you need to scream your head off, I’m here for you. Alright? That’s what this is all about, you’re there for me, and I’m there for you. Always.”
“Yeah…” you nodded in understanding, “I need to get back to Hexx, but I love you.”
“I love you,” Mayday gave you one last kiss before letting you go, so you could focus on Hexx’s injuries, “and tonight, I’ll wear you out good and proper so you don’t have to be so worried.”
You giggled at his innuendo, “Promise?”
“Try and stop me” he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before he headed back to his men.
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Happy mintcocoa day! (or in this case Happy cocoa and violin days lol)
Also another Leyendecker piece study i think lol
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Its raining somewhere
HELLLOO
Heres a little itsy bitsy one
Premise: you and Connor talk and snuggle when its rainy. VERY cozy vibes
Warnings: maybe a little sad than my usual fluff. still very fluffy tho :) reader had a hard day :(
Guys i live for comfort fics LOL
Connor x reader
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It's raining outside.
You sleepily open your heavy eye lids and look out the window, that's being covered in rain drops from the storm outside. Letting out a soft sigh, you tug the blanket covering your body closer to your chin to get more comfortable.
You also nuzzle into your android pillow, that's currently resting below you.
Connor shifts his head above yours and moves your body in between his legs so your closer to him. You move up slightly on his body to lean your head against his chest and splay your hands on either side of his form, and you make sure to turn your body so you still have a view out the window.
Connor lets out a long breath, one that tickles the hair on your head, and moves his arms so they are securely wrapped around you. He shifts a little more before going still beneath you, and you realize he re-entered his rest mode. You stir a little to look up at his peaceful face, his LED lighting up the room with a calm blue.
Its cozy.
You close your eyes once again and let your thoughts lazily drift to think back on the hard day you've had.
You had a difficult case this morning (one that really took a toll on your psyche) and Gavin of course was a nuisance to your entire investigation. He was always a little more annoying when Connor and Hank were out of the office. At lunch you barely got to eat your food because someone messed up the files for said case and you had to fix it before there were serious repercussions.
Then Connor and Hank brought in a perp that was a kicker. He caused a whole ruckus in the office, and totally clipped you in the kneecap when you had rushed to help.
Connor was super done with him after that.
Following that fiasco, you were confined to your chair per "doctors orders". So you had to try to do all of your work from your desk, which was a little but of a pain. You even swore to him that after 30 minutes you felt all better, but
Connor be Connor.
(Which just means that he would rather carry you everywhere or just do it himself than let you walk somewhere injured)
Then, to top the day off, Fowler discontinued one of your cases. You knew you were close, you just needed more time. But your protests fell on deaf ears as the big boss dismissed you.
Connor immediately shot up from his desk when he saw your exasperated look as you lightly shut the door behind you, and quickly came to your side, his expression full of concern.
You had gone to the bathroom for a few minutes after that, and Connor stayed with you the whole time. You both just stood in the middle of the room hugging, and luckily no one came in.
You may have cried a little. Just a tad. It was all a little overstimulating.
Connor had insisted that you leave early after that. He didn't take any "no's" or "but's" for answers. He informed Hank that he was leaving to take care of you, and the lieutenant simply gave him a small thumbs up and told you to take care.
(And then promptly left himself)
You leaned on the car door the whole ride home, watching the water droplets run down the window. You were totally racing them in your head, and when you sighed as your droplet lost again, Connor tilted his head and asked what you were doing. To which you softly smiled and told him, and he just gave you a lazy grin and continued driving, telling you that you were cute.
And as soon as you got home, both of you got changed into softer clothes and Connor got you all wrapped snuggly into a blanket, and then threw you onto the couch. So there you had sat, all nuzzled into the blanket while your loving android got you hot cocoa, and set it on the small table in front of the couch. You took a sip before he took you into his arms and laid down on the couch.
and here you were
encased in his limbs while you continued to watch the water droplets race down your floor to ceiling window. Feeling Connor breathe deeply beneath you.
You were just thinking of falling asleep when you heard an intake of breath.
"Are you still awake Honey?" moving your head across his chest to plant your chin on his pecs, you were met by his shiny honey brown eyes. You mumbled a quick "I'm falling asleep I promise" to which he chuckled, and brought a hand to rub itself on your back. He whispered a soft "get to sleep" before he was out again.
You closed your eyes and felt yourself drift off sleep while the android below you unconsciously drew you closer to his resting body.
A pretty good rainy day.
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I truly dont know if this is trash or good butttt HERE IT IS
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING
I like comfort fics you guys 😭
I SWEAR im going to start writing longer stories soon lol
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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 3
Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader
Rating: T (for now, might change, might not)
Story Summary: Here
Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, more tags to come as the story develops
Word Count: ~2500
A/N: Thanks again to everyone who has liked/commented on/reblogged this so far! Enjoy this next installment!
(And extra thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!)
(Also cross-posted to AO3.)
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You were in the break room at the Bulletin the next day brewing your morning coffee and wondering how you were going to tell Ellison that you had bombed the interview with Chef Murdock when Skyler, your work BFF who handled the Lifestyle section of the paper, poked her head in. "There's this incredibly hot guy out front asking for you," she said excitedly. "Do you have a secret boyfriend you haven't told me about?"
You shook your head with a light laugh, wondering who it was that had come to see you. "No, definitely not. Bring whoever it is to the conference room and tell them that I'll be there in a second, will you, please?"
"Sure thing!"
After Skyler left you finished making your coffee then headed to the conference room, freezing in the doorway as you spotted the absolute last person you had ever expected to see again. "Chef Murdock."
Chef Murdock's head turned towards you, the red lenses of his glasses reflecting your look of shock at seeing him. Today he was wearing jeans and a light gray T-shirt, which made him seem vastly more approachable than the red chef's coat and black pants of the previous afternoon… and inexplicably even hotter.
"Um, hi," he said. "May we talk?"
You nodded warily. "Sure."
You shut the door behind you, purposely not asking him to sit. "So, come to berate me some more?"
Chef Murdock had the decency to look chagrined. "Actually, I came to apologize for my behavior towards you yesterday and ask if you'd be willing to reschedule our interview."
Your eyebrows raised. "You came to apologize ?"
Chef Murdock nodded and held a covered container out towards you. "This is for you."
You took the container and peeked inside. "You brought me tiramisu?"
Chef Murdock shrugged, a shy smile forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you'd accept it as a peace offering."
"It's not poisoned, is it?"
Chef Murdock chuckled. "Let me just say that I'm pretty sure I didn't accidentally dust the top with cyanide instead of cocoa powder when I made it this morning."
You couldn't help but smile at Chef Murdock's joke. "Well I'm no expert on poisons, but I'm pretty sure cyanide isn't supposed to be brown."
Chef Murdock's expression grew serious as he said your name. "I was extremely rude yesterday and my actions towards you were uncalled for, and for that I am very deeply sorry and hope you'll forgive me."
You studied him for a moment. He seemed genuinely contrite, despite you not being able to see his eyes.
Finally you sighed and set the container on the conference room table. "In that case, I accept your apology… and your 'sorry for being a pompous asshole' tiramisu."
Chef Murdock huffed out a laugh. "Thank you."
"Will this afternoon work for you for our interview? Same time as yesterday?"
Chef Murdock nodded. "Yeah, that'll work."
"Great." That would actually give you time to prepare.
Chef Murdock hesitated. "So I'll… see you this afternoon, then?"
You nodded. "Here, I'll walk you out. Let me just put this in the refrigerator first."
You quickly went to the break room before returning to escort Chef Murdock back to the elevator. "Want me to just call the restaurant when I get there?"
"Oh, actually, let me give you my cell number," Chef Murdock replied. "You can text me when you're nearby."
"Okay." You pulled out your phone and added Chef Murdock as a contact, typing in his number as he recited it to you. "I'll see you this afternoon, then."
Chef Murdock nodded. "Thank you again."
"No problem."
You waited until Chef Murdock left then went back to your desk to begin your research.
Skyler immediately ran over to you. "So who was the hottie?"
You glanced up at her. "Oh, that was the chef Ellison asked me to interview yesterday. Something had come up so he needed to reschedule."
Skyler huffed out a laugh. "I wouldn't mind sampling his cuisine, if you know what I mean."
You shook your head with a smile. "I've gotta get some research done for my article, so I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"
"Yeah, I've gotta run anyway. I'm covering some fancy meeting that some rich old ladies' society is holding this morning and I don't want to be late."
As Skyler went to grab her purse from her own desk you ran another internet search on Chef Murdock, scrolling through the search results and pausing as you found a link to an old Bulletin article.
Local Boy, 9, Seriously Injured in Heroic Rescue Attempt
An attempt at saving a life changed another forever yesterday when Matthew Murdock, age 9 of Hell's Kitchen, was seriously injured after he prevented another person from being hit by a vehicle. Witnesses say that the boy came to the rescue of a man when a chemical truck overturned, causing an as-yet-identified substance to splash into the boy's eyes.
"He's a hero," said one eyewitness. "Didn't even hesitate, just jumped right into action to push that man out of the way."
"He should be commended," said another, "and his parents applauded for raising such a brave young man."
The boy's father, local boxing legend 'Battlin' Jack Murdock, declined to comment other than to say that his son is in critical, but stable, condition.
You remembered Chef Murdock saying that his father had passed shortly after his accident, so next you looked up Jack Murdock, sucking in a breath at the news headline on your computer screen.
Local Boxing Legend Killed In Apparent Mob Hit
You quickly scanned the article -- apparently Chef Murdock's father had been beaten and shot after a boxing match against Carl 'Crusher' Creel and his murder never officially solved, although it was suspected that mob boss Roscoe Sweeney had been behind the hit.
You huffed out a breath. How awful. It was no wonder that your statement about how proud Chef Murdock's parents must have been of him had touched a nerve.
You made a few more notes and wrote down some other questions to ask Chef Murdock, looking up as Ellison stopped by your desk.
"How'd the interview go yesterday?" he asked.
"Actually, something came up while I was there and Chef Murdock asked me to reschedule," you replied, deciding to leave out the details of what exactly had happened. "I'm meeting with him this afternoon instead."
Ellison nodded. "Okay, excellent. Let me know how it goes."
"Will do."
You finished up some other articles that you had due so you could focus your attention on Chef Murdock, completing the last one right as it was time to leave.
You grabbed your tiramisu out of the staff refrigerator and told Ellison you were leaving to go to Daredevil.
You made a quick stop at home to drop off your dessert since it was on your way then headed to the restaurant, feeling much more prepared than you had the previous day.
"So how'd it go?" Foggy asked as Matt entered the kitchen at Daredevil. "Were you able to reschedule the interview?"
Matt nodded. "Yeah, we're meeting this afternoon. Same time as yesterday."
Foggy huffed out a relieved breath. "So how much did you have to grovel?"
Matt chuckled. "I made tiramisu for her this morning."
Foggy whistled. "Wow, pulling out the big guns."
Matt moved to wash his hands and put on an apron. "Come on, we've got a lot of prep to do for tonight's service."
He and Foggy set to work prepping ingredients for that night's dinner service, Matt's mind occasionally wandering to you and his upcoming interview.
He had spent a few hours after dinner service the night before listening to transcripts of previous articles you had written, and he could tell that his initial assessment of you had been completely wrong. Your attention to detail in your articles showed that you clearly took pride in your work and had painstakingly researched each and every subject you had written about.
"...If you keep cutting up that basil you're going to get pesto," Foggy said suddenly.
Matt stopped cutting, realizing that the basil he was supposed to be chiffonading was now pretty much macerated. "Shit. "
Foggy chuckled. "You okay, buddy?"
Matt shook his head, trying to clear it. "I'm fine, I'm just…"
"Nervous?"
Matt remained silent.
Foggy patted him on the shoulder. "Just turn on that Murdock charm of yours and you'll be fine."
Matt's phone chimed in his pocket. "New text message."
Matt fished his phone out and tapped at the notification.
"Hi, Chef Murdock, just letting you know that I'll be by the restaurant in about 5 minutes, " his phone read out to him.
"I'll finish up here," Foggy said. "You got this, Matty."
Matt huffed out a breath. "I hope so."
He took his apron off and went to wash his hands again, then headed up front right as you were walking up.
He unlocked the door and let you in, noticing your heartbeat pick up nervously. "Hi, thanks for coming."
"Hi," you replied.
Matt gestured to a nearby table. "Here, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
"Um, some water would be nice, please."
Matt nodded. "Sure thing. Just a second."
He returned to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of water glasses and a bottle of cold, filtered water before returning to you.
He poured some water into one of the glasses before setting it in front of you. "Here you go."
"Thank you," you replied.
Matt poured himself some water before setting the bottle down on the table and taking the seat across from you.
He could hear you tapping at your phone screen. "Um, do you mind if I record this? It helps me with direct quotes and stuff."
Matt shook his head. "No, that's fine."
"Okay, great." You tapped at your phone screen and stated your name, the date, and the time. "Interviewing Chef Matthew Murdock at Daredevil, take 1."
You cleared your throat. "Chef Murdock, thank you for taking the time to meet with me."
"It's my pleasure," Matt replied.
"So to start, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, I was born and raised by my dad here in Hell's Kitchen," Matt said.
"He was a boxer, right?" you asked.
Aha. Definitely did her research today. "That's right, 'Battlin Jack Murdock'. He didn't have the best fight record, but to me he was the greatest boxer of all time."
"So what made you want to be a chef?"
"I was in an accident when I was 9," Matt said. He wasn't sure how much you knew about the details of it but decided to just go ahead and give you the full story -- well, almost the full story. "A chemical truck collided with a car and overturned, and there was this old man who would have been crushed if I hadn't pushed him out of the way. Unfortunately while I was pushing him out of the way I fell and some of the chemicals got into my eyes, which blinded me."
"I'm very sorry to hear that," you said sympathetically.
Matt shook his head. "My palate became very… sensitive after that and nothing anyone else ever made tasted right."
His other remaining senses had also become extremely sensitive, but that wasn't relevant to the current conversation. "Anyway, my father died when I was 11 and I was sent to live in an orphanage run by the local diocese." He smiled wryly. "You can imagine how the food was there."
You let out a light laugh. "Oh I can guess, especially for a picky eater."
"Well the nuns quickly got tired of dealing with my dietary needs, but then again they weren't going to let me starve so eventually they hired someone to teach me how to make my own meals."
Stick had taught Matt how to cook using his instincts and use his remaining senses to identify the freshness of ingredients but had abruptly quit when Matt had made him a cake as a thank-you. Clearly you're not learning, he had said after tasting it, in which case I have nothing more to teach you.
Matt shook his head. "I started developing my own recipes after that, then after I graduated high school I decided to enter culinary school, where I met my business partner.
"After we graduated we were both offered positions as line cooks at Landman & Zack over in Manhattan, but we decided to open a restaurant together instead. We stayed open a few years then closed it and reopened as Daredevil."
What he didn't say was that Nelson and Murdock had been a mild success until one bad review had nearly tanked both Matt's reputation and his friendship with Foggy.
"Daredevil is a very interesting name for a restaurant. How did you come up with that?"
"One of my college professors referred to me as a 'daredevil' chef once, and it kind of stuck with me." Matt's lips quirked up into a smile as he waved a hand around. "And after all, we are in Hell's Kitchen…"
You huffed out a light laugh, your demeanor becoming more relaxed. "That's very true."
You continued asking him questions, both of you relaxing more as the interview went on.
Matt was telling you a story about the time one of his culinary school classmates almost set their hair on fire while trying to flambé some bananas for a bananas foster cheesecake when he heard Karen walk up.
"Hey, Matt," Karen said. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're opening in 10 minutes."
You let out a slight gasp. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how long we had been talking. I didn't mean to take up so much of your time, Chef Murdock."
Matt shook his head. "It's quite alright, I finished most of my prep work before you arrived."
You stopped your recording and gathered your things. "Thank you for your time."
"It was my pleasure," Matt replied honestly. "Let me know if you need anything else from me for your article."
"Okay, I'll be in touch if I do."
"Have a good evening."
"You too."
Matt waited as you left, your heartbeat growing fainter the further you got from the restaurant.
Karen turned to him. "Now, was that so bad?"
Matt shook his head. You had been professional, yet warm and welcoming -- which he still wasn't sure he deserved after the way he had treated you the previous afternoon. "No, actually, it wasn't."
Karen nudged him with her elbow. "See? I told you. Now come on, let's get ready to open."
#lotmf writes#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x female reader#matt murdock x you#Cooking Up Love Masterlist
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Hi hello your coffeshop roomates au has possessed me and I currently have almost 2K words before realising... i know nothing about what is sold at a coffeeshop.
What kind of drinks do you think Sun and Moon would order? Would they order their favourites every time or would it be a case where they save is as a special treat every once in a while?
2K WORDS????? FROM MY DUMB 'HEHEHOOHOO WHAT IF POPULAR TROPES X2' AU???????? anon i am both awed and terrified of u
to answer the question, im gonna say Sun has like 3-4 favorites and he just cycles thru picking one of them every time, which one is based on his mood and the time of day, maybe the postion of the planets, who knows, not him! He's also one of these dudes that likes his coffee with a small mountain of whip cream on top, REALLY likes those lil decorative coffees with designs in th foam but gets really upset when he actually has to,, y'know. Drink it. Sun is also the worlds biggest fan of iced coffee and regularly watches videos on making rlly elaborate cold brews at home (but has never actually tried to do so himself bc Moon says he'll kill him if he wrecks the kitchen all for half a cup of coffee)
You'd think Moon would like tea but no he's actually rlly into anything vanilla flavored! He pretends he only likes black coffee bc he's ~different~ like that but rlly every time he gets a black coffee he's staring longingly at Sun's lowkey jealous of how lil of a fuck Sun gives abt how much sugar he stuffs into his face
When Moon DOES splurge and let himself be a normie, he gets almost the same thing as Sun but with vanilla flavoring. He's also a huuuuuge cocoa fan but would never admit it out loud lol
#bones of a rabbit#bones of a rabbit au#coffeeshop roommates au#coffeemates au#fnaf au#fnaf sun/moon x reader#fnaf sun/moon x y/n#fnaf sun x reader#fnaf moon x reader#asks#babbit rambles#au ideas#fanfic ideas#au rambles#im giving u the biggest wettest heart eyes rn anon. id die for u
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For your Pirate AU, what are all the boys favourite food/dishes/treats/fruits/veggies and drinks(alcoholic and non alcoholic)? I don’t think anyone has asked this, but I was curious, for all of them? Sans, Papyrus, Blue, Stretch, Red, Edge, Razz, Cash, Bear and Cinnamon?
Also are people allowed to use your vers of AUs or even your AUs in stories with different twists?? Like say pirate AU(since I already mentioned them), and like doing the dragged from they’re universe of one piece to a total new that’s kinda modern time? Dealing with an MC that’s trying to keep them outta trouble as well as hide they’re secret but also it’s where a true pacifist route happened??
And of course give you credit but can they use your make, vers, variant, au, whatever you wish to call it in this case, in stories and other works?
Yaw! People can use the pirate stuff for whatever honestly. The au is kinda my idea but not really cause I'm just smashin 2 things together lol. I don't mind. Of course, designs are made by @the-skeleton-in-ur-closet so if you end up drawing or using the designs you GOTS to credit them (or I will hunt you down /hj) Also, the dragging the pirate au to a modern Y/N would be so FUCKING FUN. I loooove those tropes saur much.
FAVORITE FOOD AND DRINKS:
Sans: Anything greasy and bready. Bro loves his carbs. Is a big fan of Ketchup too! Favorite drink is a hot mug of cocoa.
Papyrus: SPAGHETTI! And a wide range of pastas. He is also a huge fan of anything tomato. Looooves drinking iced teas, refreshing and sweet!
Blue: Huge fan of sugary and carbonated sodas but hates sparkling water. Blue is also a great enjoyer of greasy foods loaded with meat (like tacos). Likes fruits that are sweet and tropical.
Stretch: A refreshing jug of beer and potato based foods. He also has a deep love for spicy foods, even if he can't handle them well.
Red: MEAT. Bro loves him some bbq, steaks, and grilled goodies. He doesn't really have a favorite drink, but he'll enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning. 2 cubes of sugar and a dash of cream.
Edge: The stronger Edge's morning coffee, the less he will yell at the crew. This man needs his caffeine NEOW. Pasta is his guilty pleasure but he tries to suppress the fact that he wants to eat it constantly. He must set a good example by eating healthy...
Razz: Tea, wine, and cheese. Razz's holy trinity. Will nibble on a block of cheese in the middle of the night (scaring tf out of Bear)
Cash: A lover of alcohol. Every to all, especially the strong ones. He's a little embarrassed about this, but chocolate. Just cause he didn't get much as a kid,,,
Bear: Spicy foods and dairy. Spicy foods cause he can feel a strong kick from the food and it makes him all warm on the inside. He likes his dairy because it is still pretty new to him. (unfortunately, he is mildly lactose intolerant-)
Cinnamon: Desserts of all varieties. He loves him some sweet pastries, and he loves him some fudgy brownies. Cupcakes, muffins, cakes, donuts. Cinnamon got quite the sweet tooth. All of it can be paired with a hot cup of coffee that is 4 times more cream than coffee.
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Ok so like I'm now obsessed with chonky Rocket and keep making headcannons...
Can you imagine that like, he's always been in some form of Chronic pain. He assumes it must be because of his implants and surgeries, etc.
After putting on a little bit of weight and filling out, the pain subsides a lot and he feels stronger and healthier than ever. And he's just like "are you flarking kidding me right now??? That was it this whole time?? I just needed to eat more?"
this made me think of creamy fajita pasta nonnie ♡
hey, you’ve done your research since getting your new sometimes-houseguest. you know that the studies on diet and chronic pain have produced… varied results. some say hunger competes with and thus diminishes pain sensations. others say it sensitizes a person to them. more consistently they argue that different foods increase or decrease muscle inflammation and thus impact pain indirectly, though few can agree on what the beneficial foods are.
but whatever the case, you knew the minute you pulled rocket over your threshhold that the boy was hangry. not just for food and bodily nourishment, you suspect, but also for… rest. safety.
luckily you are in a great position to provide all three right now. that favorite family recipe? you’ve got it cooked up in no time. comfort food, you tell him. at first he’s wary — of course — but he soon realizes you’re too slow and unskilled at any kind of combat and like? weirdly warm-natured? to be an actual threat to him. so he tries the food and it’s so good and tasty and warm and soon it becomes a regular thing: him coming over for meals and movie nights, crashing on the couch so you’ll make him breakfast on your free mornings.
it’s almost all rib-sticking food, and stick to his ribs it does.
his elbows stop looking so sharp and his muscles start looking less brittle, and his belly gets soft and round. his fur’s goddamn luxurious now and you have caught him studying his arms and tail, almost preening, more than once. not that you’d hold it against him — the guy deserves to feel good in his body for once.
it’s the first snowfall of the season one morning. nothing is sticking yet, but it’s pretty and it makes everything seem quieter. you toss a french toast casserole in the oven while he stares out the window at the dancing flakes with a blanket over his shoulders. you come up behind him and hand him a cup of cocoa, and you stare with him, soaking it in.
“didn’t even realize the temperature dropped,” he utters hoarsely after a long silence.
you feel your brow crease. “no?”
he clears his throat. “usually the screws in my bones get all… shitty. when it starts to get cold.” he hesitates. “less pain than usual, i think. in general. don’t know what happened.” he looks down at his cocoa. “maybe it’s the food,” he decides after a moment. “yeah. maybe terra’s good for something.”
“rude,” you say mildly, and he casts a sly sideways wink up at you. you can’t help but laugh.
maybe it’s the food, sure. the new lack of starvation in his body. maybe it physically helps him be more comfortable, cushions his nerves from the dull ache and sharp heat of his broken and re-rigged bones, his icy metal implants. maybe it just makes him less irritable and grumpy, which in turn makes him less physically tense, and when his muscles relax the pain eases a bit with them. or maybe it’s just that he can rest easy once he walks through your door: roll out his shoulders, wrap himself in something warm, indulge himself with your company, and not feel like he has to justify his existence for a few fuckin precious hours.
it may or may not be the food, but rocket’s whole body is feeling better these days.
hey i uh resonate with rocket a lot as someone who also has a super-fucked-up skeleton and i wish so badly that food could just be the simple answer for this little guy. and me actually lol while im at it. and everyone else with pain. it is. not great lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#rfh asks#rocket fankids love to take care of the boy#chronic pain fucking sucks#my best raccoon boy#round rocket#rfh fluff
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Hello ! :) I know this is a bit lengthy so feel free to skip if the next paragraph of this if you'd like lol. I'm requesting a 2016/2014 donnie x Fem!Reader love confession. I think most of us assume that donnie boy is far too shy to confess at least verbally so I'd like to think he does it in a sweet note.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR9c25qX/
I am not sure if you can click on that at all but the tiktok is a girl who made her bf a book over a year filled with journal entries about how she felt and filled with movie tickets, rose petals from him etc. and I thought it was really sweet and reminded me of him <3
I hope you meant this as, Donnie makes y/n something cause that's how I wrote it. If not I'm so sorry
Bay!Donnie x Fem!reader
TMNT Stocking Stuffers
Read Between the Line
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: mentions of blood, crushes and confessions, just a lot of fluff, spelling mistakes, swearing,
Summary: Donnie finally finds the courage to confess his feelings....through a scrapbook
It was done.
Finally, after six long months he had finished the scrapbook.
And right in time for Christmas, how wonderful is that. The beautiful layers of snow covering the roads and trees, the constant little snowflakes flying around the air.
The smell of hot cocoa and candy canes wafting through the air no matter where you are in the city.
And now the great and unnerving pain and anxiety of possibly being rejected by the most beautiful and amazing thing to ever walk into his life. Literally.
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It had happened almost a year ago now, he and his brothers were patrolling the city, as always, when a group of women had been attacked by some drunk dickheads.
Donnie and Raph had been sent down the back end of the alley in case more guys showed up as back up and so the ones already there couldn't run.
Donnie jumped down from the building first, looking at his hologram projector on his wrist, making a mental note of any and all paths the drunks could use to escape.
He was so consumed by his watch, he didn't notice Raph wasn't at his side.
"Don, wait!" Raph whisper yelled from way behind him.
That's strange why did he stop following-
One lady ran right around a dunpster and smacked right into Donnie's chest.
"Oh god!" He froze, arms awkwardly stretched out. Even thought it was past 1 in the morning, the moon was bright and it was very clear he was not human.
Even thought some humans had been alright with what they were, they knew they still had to be careful.
The woman was too busy too notice, clutching her nose in gloved hands, eyes screwed shut.
"Don! Donnie!" Raph whispered, throwing a small rock at the back of his head. Donnie glanced over his shoulder, seeing Raph had jumped up onto the buildings fire escape. "Get your ass out of there!"
"Uh-" Donnie glanced back at you, for some reason he couldn't move his legs.
"What the hell is your prob-" You yelled, opening your eyes, gasping sharply.
Great, now he's really in deep shi-
"What are you?" Your eyes were wide, a small trickle of blood dripping from your red nose, it stained your gloves, but that was the last thing on your mind.
"Uh, well, we're here to help you and your friends from those drunk guys." He awkwardly put his hands down, rubbing them on his pants.
"I'm sorry, 'we'?" You gasp, hearing a thump from behind you. Leo and Mikey jumped down the alley, promptly stopping upon seeing you standing there.
"There's more of you?" You mumble more to yourself. Your chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Don't worry, Ma'am, we're here to help. We've already taken care of the men who attacked you, is your nose okay?" Leo politely spoke, taking a step forward, putting his katanas on his shell. Subtlety putting himself between you and Mikey, just incase.
"Um, I think so," You tap the back of your glove to your nose, noticing how no new blood appeared.
"Alright, your friends are waiting in the other alley," He gestured behind him, coming to stand next to Donnie. "If you don't require immediate medical attention,"
"No, I just hit my nose on his....chest?" You waved a hand to Donnie, to which Mikey and Leo snap their heads toward to him, eyebrow ridge raised. "But it's not broken, um, thank you for helping us,"
"It's what we do," Mikey smiled, coming up to you, holding out a hand. "I'm Mikey, and I don't believe I got your name," Leo smacked the back of his head, he winced but kept his hand out.
"Y/n," To everyone's surprise you shook it, secretly taking in his features.
"Alright, we should head out, we've called the police for those drunks in the other alley," Leo grabbed Mikeys shell and pulled him away, Raph -who was surprisingly still hidden- jumped up and lifted himself to the roof of the building.
Donnie still hadn't moved, there was something about you that made his brain short circuit. Your eyes were wide and beautiful in the moonlight.
"I'm sorry about your nose," He blurted out, finally finding his voice. "And for possibly frightening you,"
"It's alright, no harm really done," You laugh, showing a beautiful smile and small dimples. "What's your name?"
"Donnie,"
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Still feeling guilty about your nose, Donnie insisted on walking you home. You agreed and talked the whole time, you had a tendency, he realized, to ramble.
You gave him your number as he was leaving and texted for 3 months straight after that. It was so easy to talk to you and you were so lively and fun to be around.
You started coming over more, winning over his family and quickly becoming a close friend. You kept beating Mikeys video game high scores, showed Raph new knitting patterns and even helped Leo revive one of his almost dead plants.
When he realized he saw you as more than a friend he knew he had to do something big to tell you. He started journaling his feelings, writing how he felt when you challenged him about his favorite movies and made him see things in different lights. How happy he was when he saw you ordering food and knowing his order off the top of your head. How his knees went weak when you sat next to him during dinner and movie nights.
On your birthday he surprised you with tickets to your favorite musical, and you shocked him even more by saying you wouldn't go without him. So in he snuck, ducked into the farthest and darkest corner of the theater, secretly holding your hand the whole time.
He started compiling everything he could find: taking his journal entries, stalking your Facebook for pictures of you, and finding colorful stickers to put everywhere.
Finally, a week before Christmas it was done, he sighed, rubbing his face. He'd been up all night finishing it.
Shutting off the main lights, he took off his glasses and fell face first into bed, and for the first time in a long time, fell asleep almost instantly.
He woke up several hours later to Leo gently tapping his shell.
"Donnie? Donnie, you're still living right? Or has your coffee addiction finally stopped your heart?"
Donnie rolled onto his side, lazily pushing away Leo's hand. "I'm up, I'm up," He groaned, stretching out his long limbs. "What time is it?"
"Noon, you missed morning training," Leo, crossed his arms, taking a step back from the bed and sitting down in his computer chair.
Shit.
"Sorry, I didn't go to bed until super late last night," He rubbed his face, surprised to find he was still wearing his mask. He really must've been tired.
"What were you up doing this time?" Leo rolled his eyes, crossing his legs and leaning back in the chair.
"I finished that scrapbook for Y/n," Leo had been the first one Donnie told of his crush, knowing he could actually keep a secret. Leo was the one to suggest journaling his feelings.
"Really? Where is it?"
"It's right-" Donnie extended his hand, but stopped, the scrapbook wasn't there. "It was right there, what-" He stood, walking over to the desk, pushing the loose paper and pencils out of the way.
"It was right here!" Panic started to rise, he didn't remember putting it away.
"Did you put it away?" Leo asked.
"No, I left it right here. I don't understand, where did it go?!"
"What's going on?" Mikey leaned against the doorway, chewing on a sugar cookie.
"Donnie misplaced the gift he made for Y/n," Leo answered, rolling the chair out of the way so Donnie could duck down and search under the desk.
"You mean the scrapbook?"
Donnie hit his head on the desk from lifting it so fast. He groaned, rubbing the back of his head.
"How do you know about it, I only told Leo,"
"I went to check on you last night and saw it on the desk, and I figured I'd help," He shrugged, taking another bite of the cookie.
"Help, how help? What kind of help?" Donnie stood, walking toward him.
"Oh, Mikey," Leo groaned, running a hand down his face. "Please tell me you didn't,"
"Well I know how you can get sometimes, Don, so I sent it to Y/n, incase you got cold feet-"
Mikey didn't get to finish as Donnie was out of the room, hastily grabbing his glasses and rushing through the lair.
"Donnie! Wait, it's the middle of the day!" Leo called after him, but he didn't stop.
He rushed through the tunnels, ignoring the sleep still clinging to his arms and legs. He nearly tripped several times but he couldn't stop, his feet propelled forward.
He wouldn't chicken out. He was going to give it to you tonight, and hopefully not ruin this year's Christmas.
He finally saw the manhole cover and ladder, he feet slowing, chest heaving as he walked closer. When he got within 20 feet of the ladder, the manhole cover moved, and your form came down.
"Y/n." Donnie mentally smacked himself, it was clear why you were here.
You jumped, not expecting him to be right there. Your eyes and nose were red, and not just from the cold: you were crying.
"Hi," You peeped, clutching the scrapbook to your side.
"I can explain," He took a step for forward, sorting through the words to tell you. "I....I....uh, you-"
"Did you mean it?" You interrupt, voice thick, eyes glossy: it broke his heart. "Did you mean all the stuff you wrote in this?"
"Yeah, I did." He swallowed, his throat now very dry.
"And you still feel these things?" You took the scrapbook out, looking down at it in your hands.
"Yes, I do," He inhaled sharply, praying the tears forming in his eyes wouldn't fall. "I'm sorry if I misread-"
"You didn't," You quickly interrupt, a tear falling down your face. "You didn't misread anything...I love you too,"
You rushed forward, opening your arms wide. He exhaled heavily, crouching down and lifting you into his arms. You pressed the side of your face against his, closing your eyes.
One of his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground, the other tangling in your hair, afraid if you moved you'd disappear.
"You really love me?" He whispers, against your wet cheek.
"I do," You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "I love you,"
"I love you too,"
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tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog
#tmnt#tmnt bayverse#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2016#tmnt donnie#tmnt donatello#tmnt donnie x reader#tmnt donatello x reader#tmnt x reader#thanks for the ask!#tmnt stocking stuffers
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