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A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader
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Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.
Warnings: none
Word count: 575
Author: Rouge
A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking
The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.
During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.
The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago.
On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.
“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.
He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."
Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales.
After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored.
You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.
A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"
Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"
As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.
A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.
He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."
"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"
Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.
Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”
Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.
Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.
As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.
Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"
#Thorin Oakenshield#thorin imagine#thorin x reader#thorin oakenshield x reader#thorin oakenshield imagine#thorin fluff#thorin oakenshield fluff#the hobbit#the hobbit imagine#thorin x you#thorin x y/n#thorin fic#the hobbit thorin fluffember 2022#paperpanda fluffember#fluffember#fluff#human!reader
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Commute day again! Today’s unedited train snippet is based on horrifying recent events in my own life.
I think it falls roughly within the fluffwhump category.
This was going to be a Gordon-centric fic but he didn’t quite experience the level of indignation I felt was merited, so big brother had to step up.
Hereby claiming “smirk” for Fluffember
Stress Relief
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Scott stood frozen in the middle of the room and felt the last shreds of sanity slip from his fingertips.
How could this have happened?
It had disrupted his understanding of the universe, as if reality itself had finally betrayed him.
The only anchor to his old life, the innocent, trusting life he had lived up until this juncture, was Gordon. His beloved little brother who was writhing on the floor at his feet, shaking and crying…
And howling with laughter.
At him.
Scott opened his mouth to raise an objection to his brother’s frivolous attitude to this disaster but no words came out. Instead, he coughed and spat foul tasting green slime on to the carpet.
It glittered offensively at him.
“H….hooooow?” He croaked desperately.
No explanation was forthcoming - the slippery little fish had rolled on to his stomach and was beating the floor with his fist. Scott spat more slime at him. He probably deserved it.
Wait, did he? Had this been a prank?
Bewilderment was shunted aside by anger.
“GORDON!! WHAT DID YOU DO?”
His brother looked up at him, eyes streaming:
“It wasn’t me, bro” Gordon gasped then bit on his own fist in an apparent attempt to regain some semblance of control “you’re not supposed to squeeze them that hard”.
A tiny seahorse figure fell from the end of Scott’s nose and Gordon dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Scott looked down at the slimy rubbery mess in his clenched fist and frowned, the confusion returning with backup.
“But isn’t… isn’t that… the… ENTIRE POINT?”
He waved the remains of Gordon’s puffer fish toy to emphasis his point and gloop splattered on to the ceiling. To join the rest of the gloop on the ceiling.
“It’s a stress ball! You squeeze the indestructible ball, it remains indestructible and you feel less stressed afterwards! THAT’S WHAT IT’S FOR!!”
Scott’s voice teetered on the edge of a whine.
“Yeah but none of them are really that robust big bro, particularly not in the face of Mr Big Cheese Businessman levels of stress.”
Uhoh. Scott looked down at the brand new, ridiculously expensive designer suit his PA had quietly handed him when he’d turned up ten minutes before the board meeting fresh off the back of a muddy rescue.
The suit oozed at him.
It was apt really. Some of the board members had oozed too. He’d just been sharing some of the ludicrous highlights with his little brother (who was always pleasingly sympathetic on the topic of corporate hogwash) and had absent-mindedly picked the actionably-falsely-advertised item off his brother’s bedside table to toss from hand to hand as he ranted.
He blinked rapidly as something slid into his field of vision. Gordon stood and gently plucked a tiny glittery shark from his commander’s eyebrow.
“Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Sympathetic tone and matching facial expression were being masterfully deployed.
“NOT my room. This stuff will ruin my nice carpet.” He sagged. “Honestly Gordo, it was such a tiny thing… how is there so much of this… ick?”
Brown eyes twinkled as Gordon smirked knowingly. “One of the mysteries of the cosmos, big brother.”
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Gordon steered his slimy brother into his own en-suite and closed the door behind him, turning away to survey the sparkling chaos his brother had created.
There was a pause. Gordon could hear the shower switch on and some indistinct muttering from the other side of the door. Then a cough, followed by a snort, followed by a bark of laughter.
Gordon smiled to himself. Maybe not quite what the designer had planned, but the little toy might have had its intended effect after all.
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#gordon tracy#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#thunderfluff#fluffwhump#fluffember2023#fluffember#whump fluff#whumpfluff#epic goo disaster
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Fluff, Earth and Sky, plus Scott getting a nap. A.K.A Virgil gets Scott a weighted blanket.
EDIT!!! I used one of the Fluffember 2023 prompts in here but completely forgot to tag or mention that. Prompt is "Say: "Thank you for...""
A little inspired by the fic in where Virgil gets a weighted blanket (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23042224 Insomnia by chidoriXblossom), mine written because I think Scott would like one too. And we all know he needs more sleep. Plus soft furnishings!Scott!!!
Also- "This will be only like 500 words max," my muse lied.
So, another fic! Mostly was written on the bus on my phone, while wandering around the kitchen looking for something to eat yesterday, and on notes on my laptop when the Aussie internet and phone service met its untimely demise today.
@idontknowreallywhy With the last 2 paragraphs and hopefully less typos!! Hope you're feeling better too. SOFT FURNISHINGS!SCOTT!
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“Got you a present,” Virgil said, holding out a package wrapped in shiny blue paper.
Scott took it without hesitation, utterly unprepared, because this was Virgil, not Gordon or Alan or any other trouble makers.
He staggered at the sudden, unexpected weight. Scott kept fit for international rescue and lifted more than this on any given day, but dropped into his hands where Virgil made it look like nothing. Well, he nearly dropped it.
Just as Virgil lunged to snatch it back from the bounds gravity, Scott got a firmer grip on the package and hefted it up.
Virgil stepped back, grinning, nearly as excited as the day they sent Two to space. “Open it, Scotty!”
Scott dutifully sat down on the couch with the package in his lap, slipping his fingers beneath the tape.
“But why, why today?” Scott asked.
It wasn’t Christmas. He determined it was not his birthday after quickly counting out what month was it anyway because he’d lost track with how busy he’d been lately. He wasn’t forgetting something else was he? Some important event that wasn’t in his calendar? Oh damn, was he supposed to have gotten his brothers presents too?
Virgil sat down by his side.
“You’re alright Scott, no occasion. Present’s just because.” Virgil smiled.
Scott bumped his shoulder against Virgil’s in a wordless act of affection.
Then he turned to the shiny present he held, excitement bubbling up.
What could it be?
The package was soft, moving about fluidly within the paper, which would usually bring to mind something along the lines of an item of clothing. But whatever it was was far too heavy for that. Even allowing for thick denim or mission suit material, but Virgil wouldn’t wrap up a routine update, and that sort of engineering generally came under Brains’ department.
With the strange slithery, many grains of sand running over each other noise it made whenever it shifted, at this point Scott would expect a prank, even from Virgil.
Except that Virgil was right next to him, just as genuinely happy to be seeing him open the present as Scott was to receive it. Plus his brother was a frankly awful liar and trying to cover for it by, say, hiding his face in his hands while suspiciously giggling behind them had never worked once, for the record.
So Scott shook the package vigorously, when Virgil didn’t stop him assuming it was non breakable, then gave up on the whole guessing game to get to the real deal.
He tore the paper off with a grin, foregoing attempts to be neat about it because he just wanted to see what it was.
Copious amounts of blue fabric poured into his lap. Heavy, weighted fabric, trying to slither to the floor as he grabbed at it and pulled it up.
The thing was soft too, fluffy on one side and more fuzzy on the other, Scott discovered as he ran his hands over it.
A quilted blanket of some kind, a big one too. Scott hefted it and spread it across himself and Virgil to lay it out so he could see it.
It was— oh, “A weighted blanket?” he asked Virgil.
Virgil nodded, smiling widely, “I thought you’d like one of your own, since you seem to like mine so much.”
That was true. Even on the last movie night when Virgil had brought out his own green, wonderfully soft monstrosity of a blanket that practically required an exosuit to lift, Scott had ended up sharing it with him.
He never would have bought one for himself, he didn’t need it, but Virgil has seen and he had gotten him one.
Scott threw his arms around his brother and whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you for— for everything,” into Virgil’s flannel.
Virgil hugged him tight. “Glad you’re happy, Scooter.”
Scott swallowed. “Yeah. I am.”
He stayed in the hug, letting himself lean on Virgil.
Eventually he pulled away, bumping his forehead with Virgil’s briefly in another thanks, before flopping backwards onto the sofa.
He dragged the blanket over his body, snuggling down beneath it, to try it out properly.
Virgil tugged the edges out straight, patting Scott on the leg where he’d slung them over Virgil’s lap to fit onto the couch.
“‘M not moving ever again,” Scott mumbled.
The blanket’s weight pressed down on him comfortingly, like the soothing pressure of a tight hug. The fabric was soft, fluffy and warm, but not too hot for their tropical island. It covered his feet even when he pulled it right up to his chin.
Scott was in heaven.
When he shut his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation sink in, Virgil snickered. “G’night, Scotty.”
Scott opened one eye to glare, then the other. He was not going to sleep. He was just getting comfortable, that was all.
He reluctantly removed one arm from beneath the blanket, wriggling his fingers towards Virgil. He could still work if Virgil would just pass him his tablet.
Heaving a put upon sigh, Virgil reached for the side table and gave Scott his tablet, picking up his own sketch book.
Scott opened his emails, hiding a smile. The blue eyes act still worked on his brother, evidently.
Something, something, board meeting. Something, something, product development. He flicked a couple marked urgent open which weren’t even particularly important and shouldn’t have been flagged for him. He forwarded them on to be delegated to the correct people.
Learning that he didn’t have to do absolutely everything had been a long process, and he was getting better at it.
Scott continued through his bottomless inbox, so warm and comfortable he wasn’t even particularly annoyed with the uptight business people he had to deal with. Or at least he was minorly irritated as opposed to resisting the urge to throw his tablet across the room. He ran his free hand across the soft material, wound in the fluffy fabric while his other held his tablet.
The blanket was working wonders. Quiet scratchings of pencil on real paper from Virgil did aid his calm somewhat too. But the weighted blanket was definitely going down in his favourite items of soft furnishings. Trust Virgil to have gotten it for him and gifted it just because.
Scott’s blinks got slower and slower, and maybe he’d just rest his eyes for a moment, snuggled up on the couch with his brother and his new weighted blanket.
Virgil looked up from his sketchbook at his brother. The permanently stressed crinkles between Scott’s brows were smoothed out, his face lax, his whole body a loose jumble of limbs instead of a wound up ball of tension. His arm arced gracelessly off the edge of the couch, tablet fallen on the floor beside it. His other hand was still gripping the blue blanket, hanging onto it even in his sleep.
Because Scott was asleep. In the middle of the day, finally catching up on countless missed hours, even in the open lounge room, fast asleep with no signs of nightmares.
A line of pencil on thick drawing paper, and Virgil begun to sketch Scott’s sleeping form, seeking to capture such a rare moment. He had no where to be, a mug of coffee beside him, and art supplies at hand so he was content. Plus he had his big brother close, legs still in Virgil’s lap, and no way he was moving to risk disturbing Scott, even if he wanted to, which he certainly didn’t.
Virgil smiled down at Scott, infinitely glad his present of a blue weighted blanket was comforting his brother and letting Scott get some much needed and well earned rest.
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#thunderfluff#earth and sky#soft furnishings!scott#astrawrite#fluffember#fluffember2023
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Fluffember 2023
The First of November is here (for some of us, at least) so here is the launch of Fluffember (Fluffy November), in order to give our characters just a little bit of kindness after the crazy of Whumptober.
There was much comment on exhaustion and basically whumped writers after the frenzy of last month, so this year I've changed a few things. We still have thirty prompts, so those who like to do one per day can go for it. But this time I've grouped them into five lists with nothing in any particular order. November touches five weeks this year, so you could grab one word from each list per week, choose some, choose one for the entire month, or just grab whatever sparks the inspiration. The headings are up for grabs as well, so technically we have thirty-five words/consepts to play with, but as always, no pressure or time limits other than what you want to do.
So write, paint, draw, sculpt, compose odes to characters, whatever you want to do. The aim is to spark ideas and have fun.
To help with finding stuff, please tag your posts with #fluffember and #fluffember2023.
Go forth and create!
Nutty
(off the edge, but learning to fly)
Text version of the prompts below the cut
Hug
stray hair
longed for
gentle
reach
ache
wrapped
Feel
smirk
glare
relief
devilish
enthusiastic
exhausted
Play
joke
tustle
game
tackle
hobby
music
Remember
family
note
memento
home
time
celebration
Say
"I love..."
"I do..."
"Where are they?"
"Cake!"
"You were so little..."
"Thank you for..."
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderfam#prompts#writing prompts#inspiration#fluffember#fluffember2023
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During November, create something using whatever prompts on here will give you a BINGO. Feel free to tag me if you're using this board, but there's no real rules for this. It's not an event per se; I just like making prompts.
#note: if this breaks containment like most of my other bingo boards i won't be reblogging non-heta works using this fyi#and reminder that i don't read everything i reblog#this will be the same for any fics i might get tagged in#fluffember#fluff prompts#bingo fill#i plan on making one for kinkmas as well
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So we’ve got Kinktober but what if we did Fluffember?
We go from the dirtiest, sexiest month of the year to a month full of tender moments, confessed feelings, and all the fluff you could imagine? 🥺
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Some cyhood for fluffember
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❆It's getting cold outside, and that means comfort character hours❆
Welcome to Fluffember, where all December long I write fluff/smut/comfort for my favorite multifandom characters.
If you would like to request a day, bestow upon me your ideas. I write for AFAB!Fem!Reader inserts or OCs.
If you wish to be tagged, please fill out this form!
Characters I write for: Din Djarin, Boba Fett, ALL Clones, Anakin Skywalker, Obiwan Kenobi, Loki, Matt Murdock, Poe Dameron, Darth Maul, Luke Skywalker, Kanan Jarrus, Kylo Ren, Cassian Andor, slashers and Simon Ghost Riley.☃️
Key : Fic is NSFW ❆
Fic is SFW ❅
Minors DNI, as always this is an 18+ blog.
"Shh, It's okay. You're safe here now" - Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader❅
"Cry, yell, whatever. I'm not going to leave your side" - Obiwan Kenobi X AFAB!Fem!Reader❅
"I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you." - Darth Maul X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence." - Loki Laufeyson X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"You were having a nightmare" - Kylo Ren X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Warm bath - Daimyo Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Much needed hug - Din Djarin X AFAB!Fem!Reader
“Would it help if I stayed?” -
"Yeah, you're cold, I'm giving you my jacket." - Poe Dameron X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Tender sex - Kanan Jarrus X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Temperature Play/Drinking - Poe Dameron X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Size difference - Kylo Ren X AFAB!Fem!Reader
“Can you read to me?” -
"Stay the night" - Daredevil X AFAB!Fem!Reader
First snow -
Warmth by a fire -
Running their fingers through your hair while you sleep - Darth Maul X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Eye contact - Crosshair X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Drunk love confessions -
Saying I love you while they're sleeping / pretending to sleep -
"Let me take care of you" - Anakin Skywalker X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"Come back to bed" - Anakin Skywalker X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"Lay down with me" -
"Stop fighting, let your body rest" -
"I trust you" - Simon 'Ghost' Riley X AFAB!Fem!Reader
"You are the bane of my existence and the object of my desire" -
Stitching them up - Matt Murdock (Daredevil) X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Say that again - Simon 'Ghost Riley X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Putting a blanket over you -
Falling asleep on their chest -
Taglist: @acatalystrising, @the-good-shittt, @ummwhatwasthat,
#fluffember 2022#star wars#clone wars#the mandolarian#boba fett#daredevil#matt murdock#loki laufeyson#marvel#dc#anakin skywalker#luke skywalker#kanan jarrus#darth maul#poe dameron#obiwan kenobi#kylo ren#cassian andor#smut#fluff#comfort#request#31 days of ficmas#31 days of chistmas#comfort character
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Fluffember with Satoru Gojo
Prompt: Sharing a drink
Summary: You are in the early phases of your relationship with Satoru where you haven't even kissed each other yet. Taking things comfortingly and achingly slow. You go on a date with him where you share a drink together. <3
Warnings: None, it's absolutely fluffy in the most Dark Academia of ways since it has an almost poetic depiction of my love for this man lol. I have self-indulged here, so the reader is lean (Mentioning of his palm almost covering our waist); apart from that - nothing else. Let me know if I've missed anything loves x
-> Talk to me about the man ;)
You hadn't spent much time with Gojo Satoru yet, however that didn't mean that the early stages of the relationship are not memorable and enticing in the least. Take today for an example, you can't wait for work to finish & go on a coffee date with him. It's barely been 10 days of you two agreeing to be in a committed relationship with each other. Your backgrounds were totally different, your brother goes to Jujutsu High and as his guardian who lives in Japan- you had met Satoru Gojo several times. He had introduced him to you as his teacher when he was 15, and now he is 18. A third year and ready to graduate. Satoru met you when you were 20, and he was 26 that time. There was always an eerie, unspoken mystery between you two. You didn't try on him though, as good looking and fluent in English as he was… something about there being no chances ever to exist caused your behaviour to carry a severe astonishing indifference towards him. Something that bewildered even Satoru always, though he was happy that there is someone who does not kiss the floor he walks on. It felt a good change, the only people who behave normally with him are his male counterparts, and women like Shoko and Utahime who know he is not to be taken so seriously at times.
Until on your brother's 18th birthday, he got him a fucking Mercedes. That was- interesting to say the least. You had talked to him here and there but your brother's birthday bash is the moment when you two started talking for real. Hobbies, what are your favourite places to visit, what irks you off, how his technique works… everything. Hell he cockily showed you his domain as well, something so beautiful you were haunted by it in your dreams.
You shake off all the thoughts in your head when one of your colleagues asked your help in something. He was a junior and often came to you with his series of questions and doubts. So far you hadn't mentored anyone really… though everything has started to remind you about Satoru Gojo. How good of a mentor he is for your sibling… Damn it, that man- you still haven't kissed for fuck's sake! Just gone on a casual movie date when he had to run off when your brother felt his CE in your house. Pft- funny… you can't wait for him to judge Satoru as a boyfriend when you finally tell him.
Satoru Gojo [3:00 PM]: Hey! :D You up for the date after work right???
You bit your lip as your phone's home screen lit up with the familiar name, no you haven't saved his contact cutely yet… you can't afford to move too fast. Don't want to be the one to fall first and fall harder and then get your heart broken to pieces.
You [3:01 PM]: Yeah, ofc! I'd get free by 5. Send me the pin.
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: LOL
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: 🤣🤣😏
Satoru Gojo [3:01 PM]: She thinks I'll not pick her fine ass up, mkay girl
You smiled a little at the text, biting your lip and raising your hand for your colleague to stop talking. He complied, seeing you so occupied and having dusted cheeks.
You [3:02 PM]: Okay, I'll wait :)
You're a dry texter at times, but you can be extremely chaotic when you're comfortable. Satoru still needed to unlock that gremlin potential after all.
Oh you can't wait for your work day to end, glancing at the time, listening to songs, finishing the Knowledge Transfer session with your junior colleague. Finally, it was 5:00 PM. You aren't one of the people who leave work on the dot, but today is an exception. You left your seat at 4:50, gliding towards the washroom and doing a final touch up on your make-up, before leaving outside.
There he stood, the man himself. Body language easy as a breeze, like a relief you'd expect when you see him with a tingle of nervousness that makes your heart ache. Oh he was wearing his glasses today, wearing a black shirt and some formal pants, waving his hands at you with a cheerful grin. He was the tallest amongst everyone walking by, easily visible and the most beautiful and ethereal of course.
You smiled back, walking towards him like an excited child and hugging him softly. Satoru wasn't soft at all though, single-handedly covering almost your entire waist into his palm and pulling you close, letting you drown in his expensive and luxurious cologne. Satoru smelled like power, if it was supposed to be a scent. A unique and distinguished scent that you wouldn't be too creepy to ask right now.
"Gosh little girl, I missed you. What're you doing to me?" He chuckled, walking alongside you and holding your hand possessively, intertwining fingers. Everything felt too much, and nothing at the same time. Nothing as in you wanted more, too much as in you can't take his touches which are now so relevant and so easy for him.
"I missed you too, Satoru." You still slur a little, and he looks down at you from his glasses, he loves how his name sounds from your voice. You've always called him Gojo san out of respect as your brother's sensei. Calling him Satoru helps break any restraints you have bounded yourself in.
Your office was near the bustling labyrinth of Tokyo city, and finding a neat and boujee coffee shop wasn't really hard for your boyfriend. You both walked in, and the barista was as mesmerised by Satoru at first glance as you were. Can't blame her, he is gut-wrenchingly beautiful after all. Sculpted by the gods.
"I'd like uh, to have?" He rips through your stray thoughts and smiles, looking down to match your height and leaning in a little closer to your face. "What'd my girl like to have?" Fucking hell you could combust!
"I'd like to have a Chocolate Frappucino with an extra shot of espresso and some vanilla extract & caramel syrup please."
"Oh making a coffee mocktail are we?" Satoru grinned, and looked at the Barista who glanced expectantly at him for his order. "Oh we'd make an extra-large, and make it two straws kay?" He said is so casually though it was the cutest thing that has happened to you so far.
He held your hand and found a place for you and him, pulling your chair like a gentleman. "How was work, little one?" He muses, while you talk to him about your day, how you organized Zumba classes today for your colleagues and how your work was as hectic as ever but nothing to complain since you're not overworked.
He nods, and listens, like- really, really listens. For someone who talks a lot, Satoru was extremely observant and quiet right now.
Then, came the order, the Barista placing the tray with the coffee on the table & sliding in the two straws. "I hope you two enjoy." The venomous formality tinged with jealousy dripped out from her throat as she left. Satoru of course paid no mind… though you could observe how people looked at him. As if he was someone to attain.
You leaned in, wrapping your lips around the straw after dipping it into the coffee and took a sip. "Mm, so good." You almost moan a little at the exquisite taste. Satoru hands you the other straw, while you looked at him bewildered. His lips wrapped around 'your' straw, which had 'your' lipstick imprint and took a sip. Leaving you absolutely flustered and fazed. "So good, true… best thing I've ever tasted in 29 years." He hums with a genuine affirmation that only drives you off the edge. "Stop it, you're so dramatic!" You laughed, taking the other straw and sharing the drink.
How to make silly little things intimate - you could only hope to learn from Satoru Gojo <3 then again, you have several more dates with him to learn it after all. He was whipped and falling desolatingly fast for you.
#gojo satoru#gojo imagines#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#gojo x reader fluff#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#gojo drabbles#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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A Helpful Ally || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
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Summary: After yet another "disagreement" with people he "works with", Tommy meets you on his way home, already knowing that you will not let him handle things on his own.
Warnings: none
Word count: 740
Authors: Bear & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Recovery
As a result of yet another fight he had gotten into, Tommy had an intense pain in the side of his chest. Normally, he would not have gotten to your place, but he met you on the street on his way home and after being asked too many questions, he agreed to follow you to your house. "I told you, Y/N, I'm fine, it's nothing."
"No, Tom. I'm done with your excuses. Get inside on your own, or I'll drag you in myself," you growled, frustrated with his nonsense.
It was obvious he didn't look good, yet he remained stubborn, as always.
With a loud sigh and rubbing his temple, Tommy stepped into your flat and slowly took his thick, black coat off, hanging it on a wooden hanger standing by the door.
"Tommy, you look like shit this time. What happened?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom to get whatever you needed.
"Just a little disagreement," he told you simply, and headed to your living room.
As you grabbed a bottle of whiskey for him, you muttered, "Little you say? It looks like a big argument where you got beaten up to me."
Tommy took a seat on a couch and followed you with his blue eyes. "Might be considered a big disagreement."
"Undress," you ordered, handing him the bottle.
He accepted the bottle but put it on a coffee table standing in front of the couch. "I don't need it."
"If you say so," you nodded and sat down. Once your equipment was on the coffee table, you began slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt.
He let you do that, his gaze never left your face. "You're not a nurse. How do you imagine patching me up?"
During the course of undressing him, you told him, "Well, my aunt is a nurse, and she showed me a few things, perfect for situations like this."
The wound wasn't deep, which made you sigh in relief. "The little disagreement doesn't involve a knife, I thought," you offered him a glance and curled your lips in a mischievous grin.
To prevent himself from groaning, Tommy clenched his teeth together as you ran your fingers along the edges of his wound.
Looking at him briefly, you began cleaning the wound carefully so that it would not get any worse.
Tommy sat calmly, breathing steadily despite the sharp, burning pain that spread throughout his body whenever you touched the wound. "I appreciate it."
"Tommy Shelby appreciates something? That's something new," you said as you carefully wrapped the wound. "You ain't leaving this house today, I hope you know that."
His eyebrow was cocked. "What do you mean?"
Your reply was simple, "You're staying with me tonight. I'm not letting you walk around like this."
"Y/N, it's far from necessary."
"There is a wounded person in my house. I apologize for that, but I will decide where you stay. I will also take into account that this will not be the first time you stay here overnight," you winked at him as a smile spread across your lips.
A mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he recalled your naked form curled against him during one of his many overnight stays at your apartment.
After treating his wound, you kissed his cheek before getting up.
His hand briefly stroked your cheek.
"I'll put the stuff away. You can go to the bedroom, I'm sure you remember where it is."
Tommy heeded your advice, and soon he was lying on your bed with his hands under his head.
When you joined him in your bedroom, you commented, "For once, you listened to me. This was something new for you."
"Will you now play a nurse for me, Y/N?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Mr. Shelby, I have no choice but to keep an eye on you since you like to get yourself into trouble so much," you bit your lower lip, gently caressing his cheek.
He smiled at you. I really appreciate your kindness and sweet gesture, Y/N."
Turning your head away slightly, you tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. "Oh, Tommy, you're such a sweet talker!"
Tommy caught your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled you close to him; after brushing your noses together, he whispered softly, "I can be sweet for people I deeply care about, Y/N."
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby#peaky blinders fanfic#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x y/n#thomas shelby#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby fluff#peaky blinders fluff#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby fanfic#paperpanda fluffember#fluffember 2022#fluffember
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Further unedited train snippet…
Last week I made Scott cry because of a song that shuffled into my ears while commuting. Some of you enjoyed this because you are clearly as mean as me.
This week’s commute had a more cheesy playlist and he vigorously demanded recompense. Below is my peace offering… (with “music” prompt nabbed from Thunderfluff 2023)
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Legend
“Scott?”
“Hmm…? Yeah sounds good, whatever you reckon.”
Virgil looked up from the piano, realising IR’s Commander hadn’t been listening to a word of his explanation of the disaster Alan and Brains had experienced with TB3’s auto-respray bot. His long-legged brother was curled up on the sofa, with a knitted blanket round his shoulders, knees pulled high and entirely absorbed by whatever he was reading on his phone. His face was unusually relaxed and the broad grin before a speedily typed response confirmed that it wasn’t Tracy Industries work that was commanding such rapt attention. Little brother smiled to himself and paused midway through the sonata he was noodling about with and began to play some light chords around Ab major. Then started humming an old John Legend song they all knew well. A twitch of an eyebrow revealed Scott had noticed the change in vibe, if subconsciously, but there was no further reaction.
He cleared his throat and started singing the lyrics. Still nothing.
Gordon wandered into the room and paused with a question on his face - unlike Scott he immediately knew this was odd behaviour - Virgil didn’t usually belt out the words like that unless there was a singalong on the cards. The grinning musician caught his little brother’s eye and tilted his head slightly towards Mr Oblivious on the sofa. Gordon’s eyes narrowed then lit up with mischief and Virgil shook his head slightly. After a melodramatic pout, Gordon settled for leaning on the lid of the piano and singing along.
By the next verse a third voice had joined them quietly from the sofa, the singer apparently unaware of the amused glances thrown his way by two pairs of delighted brown eyes.
“You’re my downfall, you’re my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues.
I can’t stop singing it’s ringing in my head for you.”
🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#gordon tracy#thunderfluff#music!virgil#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#songfic#fluffember2023#fluffember
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Grab some inspo, or see/read what was created - https://gumnut-logic.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/fluffember
Did we want to do this again next month or are we too challenge saturated from October?
Nutty
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Fluffember - A. Hotchner
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!reader (I think)
A/N: This was supposed to be fluffy, I'm so sorry. Also, I'm doing kinkmas (no set list yet)!
CW: ANGSTY END, bar, drunkenness, bar fight, split lip, violence, bad writing, mentions of Haley Hotchner!!
WC: 500-ish
As a federal agent, there were plenty of things you weren’t supposed to do… getting into bar fights was one of them. In your defense, the guy needed to be taught a lesson. You won, but the bastard did get a good hit in and busted your lip, causing someone *cough cough Derek Morgan* to call Hotch to come pick you up because he didn’t come out that night. You weren’t aware that he was coming until he arrived to pick you up.
“L/N. Let’s go.” Fucking Derek, of course he called Aaron. You gave him the middle finger while exiting the bar. “I’m going to take you home, but first we’re stopping at my place to bandage you up.” You reluctantly agreed, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. When you arrived at Aaron’s home, there were Christmas decorations strewn about with no real order. He looked embarrassed, so you pretended not to notice. At least his terrible decorating skills confirmed he was still single. No. You couldn’t think about him like that. He was your superior, your very hot, older superior who you were in love with, but that’s besides the point.
He walked away and seconds later you heard his voice, in a softer tone than usual from down the hall. “Y/N/N, come here. I need to fix up your hands and that scar on your lip.” You followed his voice to the bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed. He put antibiotics on your hands and then wrapped them lightly. You couldn’t tell if he was staring at your lips deciding the best course of action or for another reason. No. He couldn’t be. Breaking you out of your thoughts, he placed a kiss on your lips, and you kissed him back. You both tried to speak at the same time, but the words got jumbled. Insisting he go first, he admitted he loved you and you bursted into a fit of giggles before admitting you loved him too.
After getting bandaged up, you felt slightly better. “Aar, would you like help with the jumbled mess of decor you have outside?” His cheeks twinged pink, before he welcomed your help. Hotch sat on the couch while you moved smoothly around the house, making it look like Better Homes and Gardens threw up in there. When you finished, you hit him with a “What do you think?” He looked at you with admiration in his eyes and said “Haley loved Christmas.” You had to resist the strongest urge to roll your eyes, because fuck Haley, she’s dead, but whatever. With the reminder of his ex-wife, you felt you overstayed your welcome. “I’m gonna get going.” Desperation flashed across his face and mangled his features. “No, please stay.” A few seconds of silence pass. “I mean, you don’t have to, I just don’t want you to have to get an Uber this late. It’s unsafe, you know.” Aaron wanted to slap himself for sounding like an idiot, even more so after the statement he made trying to cover his ass. “I think it’s best for me to go. Goodbye Hotch.” You started tearing up on your way out the door, but were determined to get the statement out non-shakily (you failed). You were never going to remotely hold a candle to Haley in his mind, and you couldn’t bear to be with him if he was constantly thinking about another woman. He didn’t love you after all.
Prompt Bingo from: @fuckyeah-hetalia
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I've slowly started to get back to writing and I've got two complaints.
1.) IV's and wires make writing 10x harder and I hope to never see a hospital again as long as I live.
2.) I have been trying to write smut but all I can manage is just soft, warm, and fuzzy fluff because it cheers me up so I hope you guys will be okay with that for the time being.
<3 <3 <3 I hope you are all doing well and I love you guys. Also, pls send me any reccomendations on tv shows/movies/books to read that end happily ever after since I'm that type of person right now
#personal#fluffember is happening apparently#smut is still my fav but i just cant stop writing about cuddling with my favs
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Fluffember? Fierce Dadity?
Hmm, here's something from Fierce Dadity:
When Link wore any of the masks the Song of Healing had produced, he’d still be himself. Sure, he’d look different and have different abilities, but he would be Link. Echoes of their pain scraped at his skin when he’d put the mask on, the transition was never pleasant, but once it was done he would continue forward.
This… wasn’t like that.
When Link put on the Fierce Deity mask, the pain came all the same. But then he felt disconnected, strangely bound and unbound to reality. He could see what was happening, he could still determine what he needed to do, but there was something distinctly foreign about it.
Hello?
Link yelped, but the voice didn’t leave his actual throat. What was that?
Oh! So someone did put it on. Well, that’s a treat. Where in the world are we?
Was that… was that the mask?
Oh goddesses. It was just like Majora’s Mask. He should have known. He should have known.
Majora? That bastard is still alive?
#you ask skye answers#lovely aj#from my “fierce is a Mom and Dad all at once and WILL make you eat your vegetables LINK” silly side of fd headcanons#fierce dadity#I think I wrote this over a year ago lol#it hasn't been worked on since >.<#Fierce and I are pals but sometimes writing him is hard#Dad Squad is SUCH a fun outlet to let him play#Nancy's a treasure for coming up with the premise <3
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Performance for fluffember🤍
The Voice of an Angel
Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)
Pairings: Aiden Zhou x Evie Ayana (female HSS MC), maybe with a small side of Ajay Bhandari x Cher Lee (female HSS:CA MC)
Characters: Aiden Zhou, Evie Ayana (female HSS MC)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Fluff, Singing, Performance, Dancing
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: On Evie’s 18th birthday, Aiden and the jazz band whip up a little surprise for her. Takes place approximately between HSS:CA 2 and HSS:CA 3 (though my memory of the HSS:CA timeline is a little more fuzzy).
A/N: First of all: to the anon who sent the prompt, major apologies for sleeping on it for so long. Coming up with writing ideas is a bitch, but it is something I want to do more often. And there was also that one time when Tumblr turned off editing for answers to asks, which carried over to the draft post for this for a while. Second of all, I’m fucking obsessed with this song from Doctor Who (“My Angel Put the Devil in Me”, from the Series 3 soundtrack) and I think Evie and Aiden would be as well. Third of all, yes this is a belated birthday fic for Evie, but I’m glad to get it out before the end of Evie’s birthday month at least. Also haha both Evie’s birthday this year and in the setting of the fic were on a Friday. Fourth of all, arghrghrargh my first time writing a fic where one character sings to another AND does a choreographed dance to it too. It’s a lot more difficult than I imagined lol.
(Also, the outfit I imagine for the other jazz band kids)
Prompt: Performance
Source for prompts here. Even though it's long past November, I'll still accept prompt suggestions from this list year-round.
Tags: @inlocusmads @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @lover-also-fighter-also @jerzwriter @choicesmc @3rdstreetfrank @dutifullynuttywitch @lovealexhunt @lilyoffandoms @peonierose (as this is the complete version of this WIP and this challenge bit), and @choicesficwriterscreations
Friday, March 8, 2019. The day of Evie’s 18th birthday. She’d been planning to host a birthday party at one of her favorite restaurants in the city, starting in the early evening after school. Almost everyone she knew from school was invited.
It was late in the afternoon now. Evie took one last look at herself in her new outfit– a navy blue suit with a purple floral necktie– and grinned, before dashing to the living room. There, her dad was checking his phone.
“Alright, I’m ready to go!” she said.
He turned to her. “Actually… we can’t leave just yet…”
She pouted. “What??? But Daaaad, the party starts at 5 PM and it’s already 4:45!”
“The people doing the decorations are… taking a bit longer than expected.”
“Oh…”
“It’s a bit awkward to go to a party when they’re still putting decorations up, isn’t it?”
“That’s true,” her face softened. “Do the other guests know?”
“...yep! I’ve just told them, in fact.”
“Okay… but how long do we have to wait?”
“Shouldn’t be more than… ten to twenty minutes?”
Evie pouted again.
“It’s not that long…”
“Okay, fiiiiine, I’ll be patient…”
“And I’ll be doctor!”
Evie winced. “Dad, NO…”
…
About twenty minutes passed, and then finally, her dad said it was okay to start driving to the restaurant. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived, and Evie wasted no time going in.
The room was alive with upbeat music, purple decorative lights and flowers, and many of Evie’s friends. It seemed like just about everyone she’d invited had shown up– her main friend group, her teammates, her friends from the other cliques and Hearst, Cher and her friends from theatre, the seniors from last year who hadn’t gone away for college…
And all of them greeted her with a big “Happy birthday, Evie!!!”, in unison.
Evie inhaled, beaming at her friends. Many of them ran over to hug her, a few others cheered for her.
Then she saw Emma and Cher push their way through the crowd and grab her by her arms.
“Evie! There’s a special surprise for you, right now!” said Cher.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!” said Emma. “Just come with us…”
The crowd parted, making way for Emma and Cher to pull Evie to the opposite side of the room. As they did, the party music slowly faded out and the lights began to dim.
“What the–” Evie started.
“Shhhh. You’ll see soon enough!” Emma replied.
When they made it to the opposite end of the room, a warm spotlight turned on over her, and there she saw it. The jazz band, all set up with their instruments and dressed in matching snazzy black-and-red suits and… devil horns? Yes, devil horns.
And at the front of it all… was none other than her beautiful boyfriend Aiden, all dressed up and holding a microphone.
Evie just about stopped in her tracks as she took in his outfit– a snug, ivory-colored flapper dress that had silver beads sewn into intricate patterns, and hung just barely above his knees. Along with that, he also wore a couple of matching long pearl necklaces, a fluffy white halo accessory over his head, and winged eyeliner.
“Wow…” Evie felt her breath catch. “Aiden, you look–”
Just then, Aiden signaled to the band… and they started to play.
Evie grinned broadly, her eyes immediately lighting up at the familiar upbeat jazzy tune, and watched intently as her boyfriend danced towards her, in steps that were careful and rhythmic, yet lively.
Then the tempo slowed, and he held the microphone to his mouth and began to sing.
“I'm a country girl, I ain't seen a lot… But you came along, and my heart went pop! You took a little streetcar to my heart… And an apple of love fell off my apple cart~”
Evie’s cheeks flustered at his melodious voice. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard him sing– he’s sung to her plenty of times, and they’d practically been doing Evie-Aiden duets since the day they met. But this… this was different. Aiden had never done a solo singing performance for her before, let alone one that involved a bit of dance as well.
“You looked at me, my heart began to pound… You weren't the sort of guy I thought would stick around… Hey, but it don't have to be eternally… My bad, bad Angel put the Devil in me~”
And his singing voice was all the more different this time around too. Even later into their relationship, as Aiden had become more confident about his singing, there was always still a hint of nervousness in his voice when they sang their duets. But this time, he sang loud and clear. Like he was owning the stage.
Aiden performed a small twirl before stopping, his eyes meeting hers as he began slowly walking up to her, making her heart jump a little.
“You lured me in with your cold grey eyes… Your simple smile, your bewitching lies…”
As he sang that verse, he reached out and grabbed onto her bright purple tie, making Evie’s face heat up as he began tugging on it gently and pulling her closer to him.
“One and one and one is three… My bad, bad Angel… the Devil in me~!”
The tempo picked up again. Aiden let go of her tie and took her hand in his as he broke out into energetic dance movements while still singing the lyrics to the song, the skirt of his dress swishing about as he swayed gracefully to the instrumental music.
Evie squeezed his hand and matched his movements, her pulse racing now. All the while, the crowd watched with excitement. When they came face-to-face again, she was giving him an almost drunken smile.
Soon enough, Aiden broke from her hold and turned around, sashaying slightly as he started stepping away from her… before looking over his shoulder, catching her gaze once again.
“My bad, bad Angel~ you put the Devil in me~”
Aiden shook his butt side-to-side to the beat, giving Evie a knowing look that made her cheeks brighten. The music slowed, and he turned around to face her again.
“So, now my dear, I ain't the girl you knew… 'Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you…”
He sauntered back up to her.
“And the tree of life grows tall, you see… My bad, bad Angel… you put the Devil in me~!”
The beat slowed to a more gentle, relaxed tune as Aiden placed his arm over Evie’s shoulder.
“Oh… You put the Devil in me~”
Aiden gestured towards Evie’s arm, and she placed her arms around him, taking hold of his waist as they began to rock together.
“You put the Devil in me…”
Gently and smoothly, Aiden broke out of her hold and took her hand again. Lifting her hand, he twirled himself under her arm, then placed himself backwards against her body– all without missing a beat.
As Aiden continued to sing, Evie wrapped both of her arms around his middle, embracing him from behind. Aiden pressed back against her and placed his free arm over hers, almost as if to hold her arms in place, as they began to sway side-to-side together again. Evie practically melted into him, his body warm against hers.
“You put the Devil in me…”
Then, the song picked up again.
“You put the Devil in… me~!”
He swiftly yet carefully broke from her hold again, and danced in a circle around her as he sang the last few verses of the song. She turned to follow him, their eyes locked onto each other yet again, as he gave her an almost sultry gaze.
“My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!”
At the final note, the lights slowly faded back on. Aiden stood in front of the now cheering crowd and took a huge bow, grinning proudly.
Once he straightened back up, Evie finally let out a high pitched “EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”, bouncing up and down before leaping onto Aiden, sweeping him up into her arms, and spinning him around. Aiden gasped, dropping his microphone with a loud *thunk*– but then quickly held her face in his hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, prompting the crowd to cheer louder.
After a moment, Aiden broke the kiss. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Darling~”
Evie squeezed him tighter. “Aiden, that was…” She took a deep breath, a starstruck look in her eyes. “Your singing is amazing… I mean, I’ve heard you sing before, obviously, but…”
A slight but visible rosy tint grew on his cheeks.
“But I’ve never done a singing performance for you, I know. I figured it was about time I did.”
“And you were fucking amazing. I’ve never heard you sing like that before… like, you were already good, but I didn’t know you were this good…”
“I mean… practice makes perfect, after all…”
“That’s true…”
He planted a small kiss onto her lips, making her whole body warm up.
“And what made you choose that song from Doctor Who for your first performance? I mean, obviously I love the song–”
“That’s just it. I know how much you love the song, and the episodes it came from.” He chuckled softly. “And, I mean… I don’t blame you. It is a fantastic song.”
Evie’s smile grew wider. “God, Aiden… I fucking love you.”
“I love you too, Evie.”
They pulled each other in for one more kiss, holding each other tightly, before she set him down.
“And I love your outfit too… you look absolutely gorgeous, as always~”
Even as Aiden beamed at her so brightly, his cheeks turned as red as the other band members’ devil costumes, prompting Evie to giggle.
“Well… I have been having a lot of fun trying on new outfits…” he said, softly.
At that moment, Ajay and Cher popped up beside them.
“Hey… if Aiden likes singing, dancing, and dressing up in fancy outfits now… you think we could convince him to join the upcoming spring musical?” Ajay said. “His talent would just be unmatched…”
Evie and Aiden turned towards them.
“The next play’s gonna be a musical?” Evie said. “I’ve been wanting to act in a play, but, uh… I don’t think I’m ready for one that involves singing…”
Aiden raised an eyebrow at her. “But we’ve literally been doing duets ever since–”
“That’s different. I can sing alright when it’s more casual, but in a professional musical performance? I’m not that good.”
“You should still consider it!” Cher chirped. “If not an acting role, you can always still be an assistant director or a techie…”
“That sounds much more my speed.”
Cher turned to Aiden. “You should definitely consider trying out for a singing role, though!”
Aiden put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “It could be fun… I know Evie doesn’t want to sing in a musical, but imagine if we got lead roles together…”
“Oh, perhaps I could be convinced now…” Evie said, before smirking playfully. “But, let’s be real. Put Aiden in the musical, and he’ll probably just upstage all the other singers with how good he is. He’ll make everyone else look like chumps.”
“Hey!” Cher exclaimed, her face scrunching up into a pout. “Are you saying I sing like a chump?”
“What– no, I–” Evie’s face fell.
Cher dropped her pout and grinned again. “Kidding! You probably have a point… I do sing every now and then, but it could use a little more work. Especially since I’m planning to go for an acting role in the musical, of course.”
“Well, if we can’t get Aiden in a singing role for the musical, perhaps he can be a musical director and help coach the actors who are a little more inexperienced?” Ajay suggested.
“Actually… that’s a great idea!” Aiden said, his face lighting up. “I’d love to do that!”
Ajay beamed. “Oh, perfect! We’ll talk to Mr. Olson on Monday.”
“I’ll need some time to think about it… but I’ll let you know if I do decide to accept.”
“Sounds good to me!” Ajay reached his hand out, and he and Aiden shook hands. “Anyways, great job on your performance, Aiden! And happy birthday, Evie!”
“Yeah! Happy birthday, Evie!!!” cheered Cher.
“Aww, thank you both so much!”
Evie gave each of them a warm hug before they walked off. Aiden placed his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, and she turned back to him.
“Thank you so much, Aiden. For being the best boyfriend ever, and for giving me this awesome birthday.”
“It’s my pleasure~” Aiden hugged her tighter. “But… there’s still more, of course. Ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday party?”
“Oh yes!”
#choices stories you play#choices#choices stories we play fandom#choices game#high school story#choices stories we play#hss#choices hss#choices high school story#aiden zhou#aiden x mc#mc x aiden#hss aiden#evie x aiden#aiden x evie#high school story aiden#evie ayana (og hss mc)#hss mc#og hss f!mc#og hss mc#hss f!mc#cadybear's fanfics#cadybear writes
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