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cissie-queen-jones · 2 years

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Fic idea: Arrowfam but instead of being superheroes or anything they just hang out,,, and love each other,,, wholesome TM

I don't know if this is necessarily the wholesome-est content, mainly because I don't think the Arrows ever actually do chill, but here's them playing the Oregon Trail card game. Hope you enjoy, anon! It's under a read more because it gets a little long.

"Ok Ollie, you need to name your character."

"Ro-"

"Not Robin Hood."

"Hobi-"

"Or other variations."

"...Fine, Mia. Let me think."

"....."

"Buttmuncher it is, Ollie."

"Mia."

"Real mature."

"Would you rather have the return of Hobin Rood, Connor?"

"...Fair point."

"Alright everyone, if we have all the names, let's get started."

"Yep."

"Ready."

"Good to go."

"Alright, Pioneers! Let's get ready to forge the Oregon Trail!"

"Are you going to talk like that the whole time, Ollie?"

"Yes."

"Nerd."

"When do I get to give someone dysentery?"

"That's not how this works, Emi."

"But I can pass it on right?"

"No."

"But it's a disease-"

"ANYWAY, someone play the first card."

"Roy's the rules stickler, got it."

"We haven't even started yet, how am I the rules stickler?"

"I'll put down a card."

"Thank you Cissie."

"We don't get to look around Independence?"

"It's a card game Ollie. You play the cards."

"I thought you said this was historical."

"In the vague, fun way. My turn I guess."

"OOOO CONNOR HAS TO FORD THE RIVER!"

"Here's the die."

"Alright...and it's....even!"

"WOO!"

"You made it!"

"Now it's Emi's turn. Place a card."

"This one says press space bar."

"Congrats! You get the first calamity card!"

"Dysentery! Dysentery!"

"You will die immediately."

"Boo! ....This says bad water. I need a clean water card. Anyone got one?"

"No."

"Nope."

"Nuh uh."

"..."

"Roy's being suspiciously quiet."

"No I'm not."

"Do you have the card?"

"You don't need to know. Oh look I've already played my turn."

"You know, if you actually shared your cards, we could win for once."

"I'm not letting the manifest destiny fuckers win."

"You're the one who picked this game??"

"He has a point."

"Just put down your card Ollie."

"Alright. This also has the space bar thing."

"Here's your card."

"Snake bite?"

"You're dead, draw your gravestone."

"RIP buttmuncher, you will be missed."

"Do I have to write that on there?"

"It's his name, don't be rude."

"So no one else has a water card?"

"Nope."

"Well I'm dead too, I'm making popcorn."

"You better make enough to share!"

"Alright my turn!"

"Another river! Good luck Mia!"

"...Well there go my supplies."

"Didn't you have the oxen card?"

"No! Not Barbie and Skipper!"

"You named them?"

"Of course I named them! They're part of the party!"

"....Moving on, Cissie."

"Ok...I also lose supplies."

"Oh no."

"Roy did you plan this?"

"How would I plan this?"

"Connor?"

"Nope I'm losing stuff too."

"...I made it!"

"Woo!"

"Ok Mia your turn."

"I'm getting a card too."

"Looks like it's dead oxen."

"I thought they already died?"

"Those were your spares."

"They were important too, Roy!"

"Oh no, seems you don't have any replacements."

"You're way too happy about this."

"Let's keep going, shall we?"

"Yeah whatever."

"Anyone else still have an oxen card? ...No? Alright, total party death then."

"UUUGGHHHH!"

"Why do we even have this game?"

"HEY!"

"Serves you right, Roy."

"You didn't have to dump all the popcorn down the back of my shirt, Emi!"

"Kind of a waste of popcorn."

"Oh he had it coming, Cissie."

"Can't argue that!"

"Can't we ever have a calm game night?"

"Maybe next time you'll pick a game we're allowed to win."

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clairdelunelove · 3 months

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sunset boulevard

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff! (blind date! one shot)

warnings: none, 2.6k words

synopsis: you don't do blind dates; too much risk with little reward. but your friends assure you that this time it'll be different. and when the epitome of 'the boy next door' starts talking to you at the amusement park– you think they're right.

a.n. haha, not my brainrot about itadori being so bad that I had to write this. and nu, I've never been on a blind date before but imma write about it :3

you created it on a whim. encouraged by your friends’ prodding and teasing about your love life- or lack thereof- so your fingers clicked on the newly downloaded app. meant to be just for fun. a silly topic for your girls’ night. “just for the plot,” you told them with a knowing shake of your head when they all impishly giggled. a generic dating app where most people on there had an ulterior motive and would do anything to achieve it. but you weren’t willing to accept that, promising yourself to keep boundaries. the limit that you’re willing to bargain on is a public date. emphasis on the ‘public’ part because your friends are already scheming. whispers about a netflix and chill type of date. but you sign into the app, choosing a couple pictures of yourself that are adequate enough to catch some attention, and write a creative bio. it’s impressionable. modest. wholesome. definitely not the route that your friends desired for you to engage in. “done,” you state matter-of-factly. a beat of silence passes. the realization that you’re actually agreeing to this sets in. much to your chagrin, your friends end up snatching your phone from your hands and adding their own spin to your profile. editing your pictures to the ones that they have on their phones. “we’ll set you up with someone good for you,” your friend reassures with a good-natured pat on your back. “real good,” your other friend slyly drawls and bursts out laughing with the others. you don’t know whether your stomach twists from nervousness or anticipation from their ruse.

ten minutes until your date is deemed late. twisting your wrist, you glance at your watch again just to confirm your suspicion and huff. you’d arrived half an hour earlier than the time your friends texted you. your motto was that it was better to be incredibly early than late, especially since you had no idea what your date looked like. but the fear of being deserted causes you to shift on your feet as you sidestep out of the way for a group of teenagers to pass. wouldn’t be the first time you’d get stood up. glancing upward, you double-check that you’re standing underneath the carnival’s main attraction– the ferris wheel. its bright, illuminated colors jump out at you, almost mockingly, as if to highlight the gloomy frown plastered on your face.

“waiting for someone too?”

the voice snaps you out of your daze and you’re left peering up at the person that seemingly appeared out of thin air. he’s attractive– the kind of appeal that leaves you breathless from his inquisitive eyes and easy grin. a slender hand is carded in his hair as he patiently awaits for your response.

“yeah,” you croak before hastily clearing your throat, “I am.”

it shocks you that he’s even conversing with you. clad in a yellow hoodie and denim jeans, he’s the epitome of 'the boy next door.' could probably win the role for starring in the newest coming of age movie that’s bound to gain revenue just from his visage. he’s adorned in vibrant colors that contrast your pastel-toned clothes and you self-consciously pull at your shirt.

“wanna check out that game right there? promise it’ll be quick!”

from the corner of your eye, you recognize that he’s angled towards you as the question leaves his lips. gosh, is he talking to you? almost like he’s inviting you to spend some time with him in the meantime.

dumbfounded, your mouth drops open as you point to yourself, “me? you’re talking to me?”

“of course!” he replies enthusiastically like it’s second nature for him to hang out with strangers, “might as well take advantage of the time, right?”

he adjusts his backpack by slinging the dark strap over his shoulder and turns to walk in the direction of the nearby carnival booths that have games lined up for customers. you note that he attempts to blend in with the crowd but his upbeat attitude is too perceivable. has a glimmer in his eyes that attracts the ogling of bystanders. luminescent signs light up the path to the section dedicated to the midway. wooden signs promising ‘fun’ and ‘a winner every time’ written in bubbly font. it’s enticing. it’s fun– an experience that you’ve lacked recently. and before you can argue that you’re waiting for someone, the blushy haired male ushers you to follow with a wave of his hand.

“c’mon!”

you’re lightly jogging after him, short strides compared to his long ones, and manage to catch up to him with an exasperated breath. he’s fit; not the type where his physique screams ‘gym rat’ but rather that he’s the epitome of good health.

catching sight of you beside him, he gleefully chuckles, “knew you’d be up for some fun! I’m–”

he breaks off to gawk at a booth that grabs his attention and instantly treads through the crowd to line up for it. the game has the typical objective of knocking over a pyramid of milk bottles. you stare at it expectantly, knowing that this midway game is usually fixed; bottles stacked on the bottom are filled with sand or lead that weigh in a couple extra pounds and the given ball is unusually light. he’s buzzing with excitement, though. hastily patting his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and whips out enough money to buy a turn.

“I’m itadori yuuji, by the way,” he finally continues his belated introduction while pushing the money into the midway worker’s hands.

“yuuji,” you repeat and savor the name on your lips, “these games are usually rigged, ya know.”

"are they?”

he doesn’t seem bothered by the carnival’s dirty tactic, however. merely chirps a word of gratitude when the worker tosses him the singular ball and deftly explains the rules of the game. the customary one chance to knock over all three milk bottles and you knowingly press your lips together.

yet, your eyes comically widen as he begins to strip his hoodie off and hands it to you, “can you hold this for a second? thanks!”

straight away, the movement coaxes onlookers to turn their attention to the both of you. steely gazes focused on the cuts of muscle on yuuji’s arm as he rolled his shoulder to stretch. you’re no exception. in fact, you take back what you earlier assumed about his physique. baffled by how his baggy clothes managed to cover his impressive build, you hurriedly turn your chin to hide the warmth that spreads across your cheeks and neatly tuck his hoodie under your arm. his physique is essentially out of a magazine— broad, beefy shoulders that taper off into a small waist.

your lips move before you can stop them. “you got this!”

an expression of shock paints his face due to your encouragement before he flashes you a lopsided grin; boyish before he concentrates. there’s a gleam in his eyes as he retracts his arm like he’s winding up to pitch in a baseball game. then, he lobs— no, hurls— it straight at the tower of milk bottles. the ball whizzes through the air and the targets come crashing down from the sheer power of his throw. it’s startling. dazed, you’re left wondering if the stranger you just met is secretly superhuman.

“we have a winner!” the midway worker roars to the enthusiastic crowd.

“yes!”

yuuji pumps his fist in the air as the worker and a couple people in the crowd come to congratulate him. he’s all smiles now. there’s a big, toothy grin plastered on his face when the worker hands him his prize; a large teddy bear that has a red bow on its chest and the sheer size of it has him grasping onto it with both hands.

“look!” he exclaims and gently shakes the stuffed toy in his grasp, “do you like it?”

you can’t help but giggle at the exhilaration behind his gaze, “it’s cute!”

he’s clearly pleased by your reaction, swiping a finger over his nose before bursting out into laughter and your heart fills. his habits are so endearing and wholesome that it’s heartwarming. abruptly, the teddy bear is pushed into your chest and yuuji's knuckles brush against yours from the maneuver. the stuffed bear’s big, beady eyes stare at you as yuuji deliberately turns to shrug on his hoodie again.

“it’s for you!”

his confession is a little muffled as he extends his arms through his sleeves and it occurs to you that he’s whirled away from you for a reason. a dust of pink washes over his cheeks and he runs a sheepish hand through his tousled hair.

“I won it for you,” he reiterates, almost bashful, “I mean, you did come and spend some time with me when you were probably busy but–”

it’s a stark contrast from the confident and affable guise that he’s shown you. a peek into his personality that you’ve yet to appreciate. he kicks at a stray pebble on the pavement while his hands are shoved into his pockets. the way his blushy hair is a similar shade to the tips of his ears causes you to inwardly melt.

your thoughts go haywire but a demure smile stretches across your glossy lips, “thank you, yuuji. I love it.”

he clears his throat, murmurs a comment about how it’s not a huge deal, and faces you. yuuji blinks— once, twice, and his gaze softens. then, he utters a compliment that goes straight to your heart.

“you look cute like that.”

it’s straightforward, candid but you still ask, “like what?”

“happy.”

you let him tug you to the next midway booth.

“aw, come on!”

yuuji’s droning is followed by the teasing nudge he gives you. the touch draws out a yelp from you and the sound immediately reduces him into a laughing fit. for now, the both of you agreed to do a little sightseeing before the amusement park closed for the day. it was already evening; the sky was a cascade of apricot and vermilion. a beautiful vision to match the day. spending time with yuuji was like being in a trance. time seemed to slip quicker when he was with you.

naturally, your fingers reach to pinch his cheek due to his antics.

“ow!” he cries and childishly rubs at the inflicted area, “not my fault I’m good at every game here.”

although the blushy haired male is telling the truth, you can’t help but pout at his words because yes– he was basically a professional at every game in the midway. you’ve tried your hand at a couple booths. yuuji insisted on paying for anything you touched and fondly watched. however, he was soon tagged in whenever you were unsuccessful and he managed to turn the game’s odds around. evident in the countless plushies that’s tucked in his strong arms. all of them were for you, of course. he just plucked them out of your grasp when you briefly mentioned how your arms were getting tired from carrying them around.

“you’re in denial!” he singsongs and grins wider when he hears you huff in exasperation.

“I am not in denial!”

“you are!”

“well, you’ve spent a lot on these games,” you pause to lower your voice, “and on me. you haven’t even known me for that long.”

unsurprisingly, he recognizes the concern laced on your words and stops walking. his brows furrowed. the teasing grin is wiped from his face and is replaced with a tender gaze. forever wise and dependable. he leans down, hooks a finger under your chin, and murmurs his reasoning.

“honestly,” his voice trails off in remembrance, “I barely have any time to do fun stuff like this so I'm taking advantage of it.”

the sentiment is supposed to be understandable, one that many individuals’ share in life. yet, you can’t help but assume that his words weigh heavier than the average person’s. it stabs at your heart to know that such a kind soul is no stranger to heartache.

“besides,” he interrupts your train of thought and gleefully grins, “I get to win a pretty girl some prizes. sounds like a win to me.”

with an affectionate compliment, yuuji cleverly brings back the light-hearted mood from earlier. he’s skilled at this– redirecting your focus through an optimistic point of view. one of his traits that you’re smitten with. fondly patting your head, he takes a step back and rises to his full height. he’s still gauging your expression, though. his eyes are like liquid honey from this proximity and you’re in awe. truth be told, you might never meet another person quite like him.

you can’t help but poke fun, “are you saying that you usually pick up girls at the amusement park, yuuji?”

“me? nah,” then he murmurs, a tinge of guilt coating his words, “I was actually supposed to go on a blind date here.”

the remark leaves his lips in a single, rushed breath like it’s been bothering him the entire time. he’s quiet. his arms tighten around the stuffed animals in his grasp and he tilts his head in contemplation. he’s internally battling himself. why did he have to open his mouth? is he ruining this and digging his own grave? frown deepening, he vaguely wonders if he should’ve brought it up in the first place. perhaps you would think of him differently and then–

from this angle you get a glimpse of his throat bobbing before he quickly adds, “but I liked this better.”

what the blushy haired male isn’t expecting, though, is how your face breaks into astonishment, “wait. a blind date? I’m supposed to be on a blind date too!”

you couldn’t believe your luck.

“you’re (y/n)?”

willingly nodding at his inquiry, yuuji sputters in disbelief and shifts the prizes under one arm so he can put a hand on your shoulder, “this is crazy! like, crazy in a good way but still– crazy! who would’ve thought, right?”

long arms blindly reaching for you, he wraps you into a hug that has your face squished into the hard expanse of his chest. he’s laughing wildly– a genuine sound that brings an emotion that knocks the wind out of you because he’s truly thrilled that you are his blind date. your fingers grip the back of his hoodie, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his warmth.

“and here I was dreading the blind date that kugisaki and fushiguro set up for me,” he thoughtlessly mumbles in your hair while retelling his own version of how his friends forced encouraged him to go.

pulling away, albeit unhurriedly, the both of you exchanged phone numbers and promises of keeping in touch were whispered into the evening air.

“you can text me whenever you want,” yuuji tucks his phone back into his pocket while sheepishly grinning, “even if you don’t have a reason to.”

cheekily texting him a greeting, for the fun of it, you grin when his phone dings at the notification, “I will.”

puffs of warm air swirl and intermingle into one. his eyes twinkled in the streetlights’ rays of light. it was romantic– sickeningly so that you wondered if you were dreaming.

yuuji ended up lending you his hoodie, chuckling when the bright, oversized garment swaddled you. he even walked you back to your place and waited in the chill until he heard the door’s lock click into place. there’s a bounce in your step when you waltz into your bedroom.

with all the stuffed animals neatly lined up on your bed, you instantly snap a picture of you and yuuji’s winnings. your fingers swiftly dropped the photo in your friends’ group chat before sending it to yuuji. and your lips curl into a smile when his text bubbles immediately appear on the screen. memorabilia of your first– successful– blind date with someone that was too good to be true.

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

ꕤ • ꕤ • ꕤ

This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

#georgenotfound fanart #georgenotfound #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #dream team #dream team fanfic #gnf #dtqk #mcyt #gnf fanart #doodle #art school au #drabble #dreamnotnap fic #jun arts

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stargazer-sims · 7 months

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Haru + Notebook

@dandylion240 can you believe I managed to keep this one short?

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A notebook, Haru thinks, is an odd gift for someone who can barely read or write.

Part of him wants to be annoyed because Eden should really know better than to give him something he can't use, but he can't bring himself to be upset. Eden sent this to him all the way from Canada after all, and that on its own means something.

The notebook is bigger than normal. It's at least twice the size of the ones Ryu and Senjirō like to write their lyrics in, and maybe three times the size of Taiji's journal. It's bound on the edge with a thin metal coil. The front cover has a picture of chrysanthemums, Haru's favourite flower. He smiles when he realizes Eden obviously remembered that.

He's still contemplating what he's meant to do with the large notebook when Taiji strolls into their room. Taiji glances over at him, where he's sprawled on his bed with the book in front of him.

"Nice scrapbook," Taiji comments.

Haru scrunches up his face in confusion. "Nice... what?"

"Scrapbook," Taiji repeats. "Where'd you get it?"

"Eden sent it to me in the mail," Haru tells him. "Scrapbook?"

"Yeah, you know," says Taiji. "You put your memories in it. Photos, old movie tickets, birthday cards... stuff like that. Or you can draw pictures in it."

"So, it's not for writing?"

"Well, you could write stuff in it if you wanted to, I guess, but there probably aren't any lines on the pages."

Haru flips up the cover of the scrapbook and discovers that Taiji is correct. There are no lines. The pages are a rich ivory colour, edged with a border of delicate pink in the same shade as the flowers on the front.

He looks up at Taiji, intrigued. "How did you know?"

"Uh... because it says 'scrapbook' on the cover," Taiji says.

"Oh."

Haru closes it and studies the cover again. There's text in fancy white letters at the top. The font is pretty, but Haru has no hope of decoding it, and decides he'll just have to take his friend's word that it says 'scrapbook'. He can barely read Japanese, his first language, at the best of times. Unless he's feeling particularly mentally sharp, he doesn't even try to tackle English, and even then he needs it to be written in nice big unambiguous fonts.

"Did Eden send you anything else?" Taiji asks.

"Yeah. He sent me a card with a note."

"Want me to read it to you?"

Haru nods. He picks up the card that was in the package with the scrapbook, and passes it to Taiji.

Eden has figured out by now that unless he sends an email or text which Haru can have his iPad's screen reader speak aloud to him, any written correspondence will have to be read to him by an actual person. He's learned to keep handwritten notes polite and clean, so as not to embarrass Haru or make things awkward for his designated reader.

In the note, Eden explained all about the purpose of the scrapbook, and said that he's started compiling some memories in one of his own.

"At the end he says 'I love you'." Taiji concludes.

Taiji hands the card back to him. He runs his fingertips over the image on the front, and smiles when he recognizes it as one of the note cards Eden had bought in Harajuku that summer when they'd visited Tokyo together. He loved showing Eden all around his home city, and he can hardly wait for the opportunity to travel to Canada, so Eden can show him around his own hometown.

A book to put your memories in. That's what Taiji had said.

Haru opens the card and gazes at Eden's painstakingly precise handwriting. He can decipher some of the words, and could probably read them all if he put the time and effort in. He's not too worried, though. The important ones, he knows immediately on sight; the kanji for his own name, the one for love, and Eden's name printed neatly in English letters.

He doesn't have to think too hard to decide what the first page of his new scrapbook will contain.

#sapphire answers #writing #sakuharu abe #taiji kanematsu #stargazersims

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ravixen · 2 years

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I saw you wanted more platonic prompts so can I request this prompt I saw and thought was cute and it could be applied here: svt celebrating their first holiday (whichever you want) with yn, who could be a new manager or staff member, and they just wanted to make a nice 1st holiday with their newest (and all other) staff member. Could be their 1st win with yn as the new manager or producer so they celebrate. Just a bunch of friends celebrating something together for the 1st time in a while! Svt bff gives me life

svt + celebrating win with new staff

➔ reaction || request || ot13 || manager!au || platonic!au

➔ warnings: none || 337 words ➔ notes: fluff, general, manager!y/n ; ahh, i've been thinking about staff!y/n for so long!! the glimpses we get of seventeen & staff interaction — they make my heart so warm. maybe i'll get around to writing all the staff!y/n things i keep posting on my other seventeen blog lolz as always, reblog if you liked <3 (also if you saw this last week because tumblr was weird...NO YOU DIDN'T)

you're a new manager, and even though you've had some experience in the field, you seriously underestimated how difficult it would be taking care of a thirteen member group. they're good kids, even if ordering lunch is a half hour ordeal and mingyu's always testing your patience because you keep losing him. all the tiredness is worth it, though. you can see why the staff love working with them, and whenever you get dropped off home by your fellow manager, you're already looking forward to the next day's adventure.

as soon as he's off-stage, he runs over and hugs you first. you're often the manager who volunteers to stay after as he goes through the performance one last time…which turns into two or five times. he was always apologetic, but you're just glad to see that all of his hard work paid off:

soonyoung, CHAN

next thing you know, you're all crowded around a table with drinks in hand. he pulls you to your feet and swings an arm around your shoulders. "to our managers!" he yells out, the table erupting into cheers. he offers to do a love shot with you, and with a roll of your eyes, you agree:

SEUNGCHEOL, mingyu, seungkwan

this is hardly their first win, but you find him marveling over the award in the break room anyway, turning it around in his hands with a fond smile. you manage to snap a few candid photos that you'll fire off to the group's pr person. you kind of think he's sweet…until he asks if you're treating them to dinner. the answer is yes. on the company's card:

jeonghan, junhui, jihoon, vernon

you're actually in the bathroom when they announce the winners lol horrible timing, but it doesn't matter. he texted in the group chat as soon as he couldn't find you backstage. since it's your first win with them, he makes you take some pictures with the award and send it to your family, embarrassingly enough:

joshua, wonwoo, seokmin, minghao

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mostlymaudlin · 1 year

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can you tell us a bit more about the aftg text fic ? ◡̈

ofc!!!

okay, first of all: writing text fics is fucking hard??

the silly thing about this AU is that i outlined it in a long ass voice memo while i drove from raleigh, nc to washington dc. and then i typed it all out, and it's one of those things where i kind of did too much outlining to the point where it's a slog to write the actual thing :( but i really should, because it's so close to being done, and it was really fun!

the premise is that andrew bakes those hyper-realistic cakes, and neil is trying to help allison throw a party and she puts him on cake duty & gives him andrew's number. so he's texting andrew about the cake and andrew is so unpleasant LOL. but then neil accidentally texts andrew instead of allison abt something else (those pesky A names) and it opens up a whole new avenue of conversation for them.

their friend groups overlap, so part of this fic relies on the fact that they meet up sometimes IRL and that's kind of missing from the fic, which i think is fun. like, you have to fill in the blanks based on the texts that are sent before/after/even during in some cases. and there's the usual andreil thing, where theyre both kind of intrigued by the other's weirdness & also kind of desperate to have someone in their lives who gets them.

i also send them on a bunch of not-dates to look at rock-related landmarks in new england. there is not a good reason for this, i just think it's fun. and group chats! which are also fun. the whole thing is fun! i just think it's strung together poorly right now, and i got confused about the timeline, and i'd need to spend a few hours probably sitting with physical note cards if i wanted to figure it all out and finish it. like i could literally finish this in a weekend if i put my mind to it...

snippet?

GROUP CHAT: Fambly 🥺🖤🔪

Aaron:status report

Nicky: [image file]

Aaron:wow, i had almost forgotten what erik’s face looked like

Aaron:(thats sarcasm, because you just sent me seven other pictures of him yesterday)

Nicky: count yourself lucky you’re getting this for free

Andrew: [image file]

Nicky: where is that??

Nicky: who is that guy?????

Aaron:wtf

Andrew: neil

Aaron: neil??

Nicky: : NEIL?????

Nicky: ANDREW

Nicky: ANDREW!!!!!!!!

Aaron: explain??

Nicky: THIS IS NOT OVER

#my writing

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drkoestersmithrpg · 1 year

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This is SO AMAZING.

Remember when I told you my first cousin/best friend was Tasha Robinson

https://www.avclub.com/why-game-of-thrones-red-wedding-packs-such-an-emotiona-1798238480 https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-next-picture-show/id1057714949 ???

That we've basically been best friends since birth (3 months apart) and have been penpals since we could write letters?

Remember, in FIFTEEN, when Peter read through the COPIES of the letters he had sent to Ned? She and I would exchange hand-written letters and often I would have a copy of what I had sent her (in essence, the first draft.)

Remember how, in the book, Long Distance Phonecalls were special occasions, and sometimes too expensive? That was us - we regularly got 30 mnt phone calls as birthday and Xmas presents so we could call each other.

She actually DATED Mike DeLaughter. (I introduced them. He and I lived in Oklahoma and she lived in Maryland - he joined the navy AND WAS STATIONED IN MARYLAND and he was her first boyfriend.)

SO NATURALLY I WANTED HER TO READ MY NOVEL.

The last two times I was able to sit at a chinese food buffet and read a book, I texted her a picture of the food and the book (I was able to by the book and have the meal because of a gift card she went me, which was why I sent her the pciture.)

TODAY she texted me a picture of HER Chinese food. I asked "But what are you READING?" She complained that she didn't have ANYTHING to read (she han't plan to eat on this errand-trip) and was SO bored.

I texted her the link to THING.

I'd been asking her to read it before, but she never got past Fourteen. She's been sending me notes ever since. (She can't HELP but edit it - shes a profesional editor.)

But she's telling me her favorite parts too. I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years

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Bound to fall in love, uh huh honey This that “what you do shit, don’t tell your mom” shit

Recording 105 5/4/17

“are you pointing to you? She laughs. Are you saying you have it? Are you? Well so the first thing I’m going to do other than getting a cup of coffee and get a cup of milk so I can make cereal, and roll a toilet paper, um… And feed the cat of course.

… I’m gonna go get the pictures finish cleaning this room… I bet there’s more stuff to find.

And Steel said,….I talked to Steel last night… And he knew everything. I mean I talked to Steel *psychically*. And it was funny, (starts to laugh) it’s the most… It shouldn’t have surprise me but it was the most AMAZING psychic conversation I’ve had so far, right? Of course! Where it was like the most… I could read it the most.

It was beautiful! It was amazing! It was so amazing!

And he knew everything… he knew *everything*.

And I started out by saying… You told me once that, that she had …I was looking for the exact text that he had sent me, and it said she had access to the underworld… And then I started, like, I read it to her, the thing that he had sent me, well I found a writing about it capol Algol , Was the star and it’s the most evil star in the galaxy… The most evil star.

So… And… Yeah. And he had given me a talk while I was on a trip, he said “this relates to you and The tarot Reader” about Pallas Athena and medusa… And I didn’t put it together. That them being the sisters, and I didn’t realize he was telling me the stuff the whole time. He was telling me that stuff the whole time! But he couldn’t say… Because he knew the government was listening, and he couldn’t say to me, you know straight up.

So wait… Is the check coming here then? Yes. When, today? Today. It’s coming today. (A payoff check for 86,000$)

Because I did cards, I asked random, and he said I’m not gonna see Jakk until June. Is that true? That’s true. I don’t get to see him for another month? Oh my God! Another month? Ahhh that’s crazy!

Why?

What about his brain?

Is he OK? He’s OK.

Is he working? He’s working at Lafayette? Yes?

And Blond, is Blond dead?

Blond is dead. She’s dead.

Are you sure? OK.

And he’s safe? He safe. OK…

What about getting him into the hospital? When does that happen? May, June,… June? June 1, June 2, June 3, June 4, June 5,, June 5? Is that when I see him? June 5? The day that the divorce was supposed to be finalized. Oh my God. All right. OK. June 5. I haven’t had much time for singing lately.

OK so right now you want me to clean, feed the cat go get coffee, get the email ready for Staples,… Get a cup of milk for making cereal, well maybe more than a cup… I can’t believe she killed honza. Fuck. I can’t believe it! So Honza has known… How long has he known? Oh my God I cannot believe this. So… What are you gonna do about it? Leave it up to you. (My friend honza died 16 years ago this week; and that week in 2017 the Tarot Reader claimed she caused his death, which threw me into hysterics.)

Am I posting today? Yes. (She growls )what time am I doing the banishment? Nine, 10, 11, 12… 12? OK got it. Happily. I’m on it. I’ll talk to you a little later. I love you.…… What? Something about what? Get started? Are you leading me? This is just asking for trouble.

(A long pause. She starts to clean the apartment etc.)

Are you serious? You were doing this? You were talking to God and you were doing this? And you knew we had an evil twin sister? And that you and I… but they said that you have a curse on you right now. You do? So you’re just leading me around. Well I have stuff to do you have a curse on you. Right? Right? Right? Right? Should we have another talk? You have a curse on you. So this is the devil actually. So I’m talking to the devil. Well guess what you’re leaving. Did you know that you’re leaving and so is the Tarot Reader. You’re both leaving. Today. And you know why you’re leaving? Because you killed the purest man alive. And now you’re leaving. Now I’m done with you. We’re not playing games anymore. And now I take charge. Now you’re done playing with me.

Who has who 5/ 4/17

“Even though the Tarot Reader did do all those things, the devil has backed me into a corner. Because he convinced me that I was talking to God this whole time when actually I’ve been talking to the devil, who was leading me around convincing me I was doing gods work. Meanwhile he was exhausting my resources. is the devil in the pendulum right now? Nice. The devil is in the pendulum right now.

And the only way I get free is by getting an exorcism by a priest, it’s the only way so that’s the next step. getting an exorcism from a priest for myself, for Jakk, for Stella, for God, for random, for little Stella, for Gina,…

That’s the next step and in the meanwhile because I have one dollar to my name, I have to use the devils money… That he got for me by having the Tarot Reader force Jakk to kill Blond and his baby.

This is…. Meanwhile I’m surrounded by filth.

Meanwhile the Tarot Reader has gotten uncle Chuck to commit suicide today.

And I would normally be able to do a generational curse line lifting on him so that he could leave that dimension, but I can’t because I have the devil in me.

And so basically uncle Chuck is in hell right now, along with John Messina and they need more than anything for me to let them out and I can’t, until I get the devil out of me which is gonna hurt like hell. It hurts children of the light more than it hurts the dark.

So these are the eight lies that Stella has told me today oh and this is going to jamieson by the way. Who does not yet know that the Tarot Reader is my twin sister. These are the eight lies that Stella has told me today:

(at this point let me interrupt and say at this point in our story, Stella or fake Stella as I’d like to refer to her, was telling me a lot of lies, so we nicknamed the lying Stella bad Stella. They told me she had the devil in her; I actually went to one of the women at my church crying because I didn’t know what to do about this.)

These are Stella admitting what’s true number 1, the Tarot Reader still has control over Stella. Number 2,

the Tarot Reader made Stella to control me. Number three the devil is still torturing Jack. Number four the devil has David Bowie. Number five Tarot Reader still has Vanessa. Number six jamieson still does not know any of this I thought that she did, I thought that Vanessa told her yesterday.

Number seven, the Tarot Reader got uncle Chuck to commit suicide today, and number eight the spell that the Tarot Reader put on my mother so that she would think that I was crazy is still on my mother.

So those are the eight lies.

That Stella told up to today.

But now I’m going to psychically speak to Vanessa again, and she will tell the truth to jamieson. Especially when she hears that the devil has David, because that will change her mind. Because she and I both share a huge amount of lives with David Bowie, and that’s my tie to Vanessa.

Plus they say that Vanessa and I are supposed to be lovers… That’s what they say jamieson!

I have a list, jamieson, of 40 things that the Tarot Reader has done against my family. 40. I think that’s enough for now, I think that’s all you need to hear for now. (End tape.)

Random led 5/4/17

Talking to random about what has happened. Everything on the list is true, including the Tarot Reader made him have sex with the devil.

And he is number 10 of who has the most lives with me. He has now told me. The devil has been making him lie to me.

Am I in danger? Yes.

Do I need to go to Chicago? Yes. What day do I need to leave? Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday… Wednesday? Is that fact? Wednesday OK, leave Wednesday. Should I take a bus? A train? A plane? I couldn’t do that. Wednesday?

How do you want me to get there? Bus? Bus. That’s what I thought. Take a bus leave on Wednesday at like… Late at night Wednesday night?

Am I supposed to leave earlier than that?

Is the devil telling you to tell me Wednesday? Yes.

So I need to leave earlier than Wednesday because if I leave Wednesday I’ll be killed. Fuck.

OK. Do I need to leave Monday? OK.

Is the Tarot Reader telling you what to say? Yes. So I can’t can’t talk to you right now I guess.

OK. It’s OK Random don’t worry we’re gonna get through this OK, it’s not your fault.

No it’s not no it’s not no it’s not.

How is it your fault?

How is your fault?

It’s the Tarot Reader. It’s her. (Exhales)

did you help her a long time ago?

OK well it’s OK I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you random.

Look at me, I’m your queen pardon you. (When I met random in 2006, he got on one knee, said “I have waited for you a long time my queen” and told me I was the second coming of persephone .)

And you will have an exorcism soon and you’ll be fine and you’ll be back to normal OK? You will I promise. We’ll get you through. I’m gonna go for now, it’s OK I’ll leave on Monday. Ok..bye bye.

(End tape)

The tarot reader 5/4/17

“You pretended to be my baby, Tarot reader….and tell me you were coming back to me …..and let me believe that Jakk was coming to me? And that he was leaving Blond?

You pretended you were the baby for 48 hours?

And had me cleaning the house in lingerie waiting for Jakk? And you… Gave me conversations between Jakk and Blond and had me hearing Blond…all the violent thoughts she was saying?

For 48 hours here, and that was you? That was you? That was all you Tarot Reader.

Every single fucking thing you put me in the hospital for nine hours in August after I took the Lachesis.

You got me sick before I got on the plane and meanwhile you pretended like you didn’t know a fucking thing.

It was all you, K. and when the eclipse and the full moon hit…. and I was on the plane on my way to Italy, it was actually you Who made me sick.

It was you who did the spell on me.

Thank you for finally admitting it.

And yes, you did teach blonde spells but it was you originally who was doing it. You did all of it. You were trying to drive me crazy because you were trying to get me to kill myself in Italy, thank you for admitting it. Thank you.

You were trying to get me to kill myself in Italy. That was your plan. That was your plan. It was drowning, is that what it was? The plan was to have me drowned myself? Yeah, that’s what I saw. Yep. I saw drowning.

It was you the whole time. It was always you.

Because you were so jealous of me and Jakk.

You could not take my dedication to him. You could not take how deeply we loved each other despite the stupid fucked up mess with Blond. Despite the fact that you made it that we never got to see each other, despite all the spells you put on us and the way you were able to keep us from each other.

It was all you. And at that point he had already decided to leave her. He had told her on August 4 that he knew he wanted to be with me she had already started beating him and saying “you’ll never see Tinka ever again” because you already started training her and she…

She was using guns and knives and whips on him, and she was beating him into submission, while I was going crazy in Italy.

Cause you both were working on both of us.

And she said that if he said a word to me or Saw me that she would kill me. and there was an altar created of me being killed in their home that he had to look at every single day. Wasn’t there?

Did you make that altar?

What you took my pictures off of Facebook? Off of Facebook.

Yeah so it’s a Tarot Reader art altar?

I bet it’s great! actually I bet it’s amazing.

So what should I do about this? Tell me what to do about it. Tell me what I should do about the fact that you have been torturing…

Tell me what I should do about the fact that you killed my uncle today.

Tell me… Tell me why I should not expose you right fucking now. Right now.

Give me one good fucking reason that I should not take this picture that I took, and tell the whole fucking story and put 40 hashtags on it so it goes to as many people as possible and I start making video after video and I start telling people exactly who you are.

Because you encouraged me to start speaking my truth over a year ago. Well guess what. This is my truth. I have an evil twin sister. Who does the devils work.

And who has been ruining the lives of me and my brother Jakk who is also my lover, and she has been doing a spells on us our entire lives, and I’ve only come to find out about it in the last 72 hours.

and I thought she was my greatest ally and healer, but it turns out what she really is is the most evil woman to walk on the face of the earth. And if you look at her photos on Instagram close enough you will see that. You will be able to see the devil in her face. You will be able to see that there is not goodness in her. But that there is a reason why Al Capone shares so many lifetimes with her because she is bad to the bone and not in the way that is a compliment. that she is evil to the core.

And she will now release every one I love, do you fucking hear me? And I am not asking again. Release them and that includes the curse on God do you fucking hear me, Tarot Reader?”

#watch the tapes #5/4/17 #bound 2 10:49

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queenangella · 4 years

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hello i am not dead

#i just was too busy to open tumblr for about three weeks lol #but dw! i will now probably be on tumblr 24/7! bc i dont have any friends #yes i spend three weeks without any moment alone bc i had to say goodbye to everyone i know so i could move to a country where i dont know #anyone and barely even speak the language bc covid stopped my classes and my new classes only start in two weeks #what else happened to me in the last few weeks:#1) i apparently fucked up an exam that i really thought i did well so i will be retaking that this year😫 sucks to be me #2) i now have instagram! yes i have fallen this low #(dont attack me for not liking instagram i am very neutral on instagram. i just dont like my face. why would i get an account to post #pictures of myself lol no one wants to see that. but sadly its way easier than just sending some pics to every groupchat im in)#3) yesterday was the first day i had to myself so i binged julie and the phantoms. and i loved it #4) found a bookshop gift card with a lot of money on that was a few months overdue if thats how u call it bc my mom never takes care of her #stuff but i have connections so now i am a bunch of books richer. my mom doesnt know i stole her gift card but its not like she remembers #having it anyway. i am very happy #what else? oh 5) my sister contacted everyone i know and got them to write something for my and bundled all their texts and pictures in a #book for me. i cried a little. apparently i am loved🥺 who knew?#6) thats all folks. bc i have a terrible memory and dont remember anything else i did. speaking of terrible memory my mom finally realized #im not actually lying when i say im bad at concentrating and now she wants me to do a bloodtest bc she’s convinced its bc im vegetarian. she #thinks its bc im vegetarian bc last time i did a bloodtest i was supposed to get the results in a few days but that same day my doctor #called me like ‘why tf is there no iron in ur blood?? go take some pills rn’#and thats how i found out im anemic. anyway i dont want to take a bloodtest bc im terrified of sharp things and i dont want someone to stick #a needle in my body to steal my blood. they only can have some of they knock me unconcious first. yes im one of those people who never got #over their fear of needles. if you think im bad. at least i havent yet fallen unconcious at the sight of a needle like both my siblings.#in any sense im the strong one of the three of us #anyway! that was off topic! not that i really had one in the first place!#thats enough insight in my life for today. if u actually read these tags: im sorry and i love u #liz rambles

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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could i pls get a part 2 of elevator with dream🥺 the way that they show their vulnerable sides to each other is adorable <3

yes! of course! i still kept this pretty fluffy but in another request, someone asked for smut so it's a little spicy.

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: dream x reader (dre™ my beloved)

warnings: light smut (i didn't completely write it out I'm sorry), a virgin reader, language, fwb kinda, mentions of sexual content

previous part: elevator

After nearly two hours, the elevator began to buzz with life, hoisting up to the floor where Clay and Sapnap lived. The two of you had bonded in the dim, red elevator, coming out of the cramped room as friends when you had previously just been an odd mix of acquaintance and mutual. Sapnap stood in the threshold, an apologetic look on his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You and Clay became nearly inseparable. You found yourself showing up at his apartment for him just as much as for Sapnap. There were even times when you’d text Sapnap to see if he was busy when your roommate would be trying to shove you out the door and he’d send Clay over instead. His presence always made it awkward for your roommate’s boyfriend and while you hated to admit it, it was hilarious.

“So, you do what kind of farming?” Clay asked from his spot beside you, leaning on the counter with his eyes zoning out to watch your hands as you cooked.

Her boyfriend---who the two of you often referred to as Ricky Fitts behind his back---sighed. He had explained his profession to Clay numerous times, but the manner in which he did it was so pretentious that Clay was addicted to picking at him for it. “It’s botanical gardening. Not farming,” he groaned. “In simple man’s terms, I curate a garden for plant research and help to diversify the plant species in the area.”

Clay nodded. “And how many strains of marijuana do you have in the span of, say, a year.”

“I’m not going over this with you again,” he nipped, making Clay look down in mock defeat.

He sighed longingly before straightening up. “Okay, fine. So, hypothetically speaking, how many strains.”

Ricky stared at him blankly and you knew if you looked up, you’d break character. “Don’t the two of you have somewhere to be? Like a cave or something?”

Clay let out a short laugh. “I’m free all night actually,” he spoke, smirking slightly. “Did you wanna check out a cave with me, baby?” Clay asked him, fluttering his eyelashes.

The two of you often rode the bus together; Clay's height mimicking a skyscraper over you to grab at the bar or handle above you and kneeing you in the butt just because you were short enough that he could. That would usually end in you elbowing him in the gut. When you were coming back from class was when you were a bit quieter usually, nearly falling asleep as you stood by him and then fighting off a blush when he would wrap an arm around you just to keep you balanced upright. When he had first ridden the bus, you had completely forgotten what had told him in the elevator.

Your fingers tightened around the pole attaching the overhead bus shelf to the ground, attempting to steady yourself as you stared out the window adjacent to you. The bus screeched to a halt, jolting you forward slightly. The sea of new people obstructed your view, namely a tall figure as he sidestepped through the crowd of people. You furrowed your brows, brushing your hand against Clay’s arm to capture his attention.

He removed his headphones after pretending not to recognize you. He greeted you and grabbed onto the bar you had commandeered, leaning on the bus wall beside you. “Don’t you have a car?” You asked, reaching out to lightly pull on the lanyard sticking out of his pocket.

He smirked, brushing your hand off. “It’s dangerous down there, careful,” he jeered, making you roll your eyes at his lude joke. “Is there something wrong with supporting local businesses?”

Your brows knitted together in disbelief. “We’re on a city bus, Dream.” He shrugged. You bit your lip slightly, your mind breaking off into another explanation. “You wouldn’t be stalking me, would you?” You baited, a ghost of a blush settling over his cheeks.

He reached forward to cover your mouth. “You ask too many questions.”

He moved closer to let someone have the seat beside him, his hand settling to the space just above yours as your sides threatened to touch. You bit back the idea that Clay was following you around, finding a silent pleasure in that fact. He would probably never admit it fully.

He towered over you as the bus swayed, you having to lean back slightly in order to talk to him. “So, are you gonna walk me to class too then, simp?” You mocked, making him shake his head.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m not a simp, thanks,” he answered with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “And maybe I will.”

You crossed your legs, knees popping as you bent out of your previous position on the kitchen floor with your back pressed against one of the sink’s cabinet doors. Clay was on his back, shoulders emerged in that same cupboard as he messed with the sink. You handed him a tool that he vaguely asked for, your eyes lingering on his old high school shirt celebrating some kind of sports achievement.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Dream?” You got his attention, delaying your question. He hummed in acknowledgment. “How many people have you slept with?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Let me think,” he murmured, making you snicker. “Three.”

“You had to think about that?” You joshed.

He chuckled at your words. “Well, I mean. No one’s asked me what my body count is since like… I don’t know honestly.” He peeked out at you momentarily. “Why? You looking to be number four?” He jeered, a smirk brushing across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

You huffed sarcastically. “Yeah, you wish,” you mumbled, fighting not to blush.

“Maybe I do,” he stated plainly.

You opened your mouth to retort, but Sapnap walked in, peering down at his phone with an unbending concentration. Clay sat up beside you, flashing you a look before Sapnap began to speak. “I have a date. I just wanted you guys to know,” he stated before grabbing his coat off of one of the hooks. He finally looked up from his phone, lazily point a finger at the pair of you. “Don’t hook up. It’ll make it awkward for me and I’m not ready to deal with you guys being together yet.”

Clay laughed and your ears warmed, rolling your eyes as he left the two of you with his words.

After an hour, Sapnap’s words were blown to the wind as Clay’s fingers carded through your hair, his lips pressed against yours in some kind of heated passion to prove himself to you; that he was worthy of being with you in such an intimate way.

You weren’t hesitant, to say the least, and had even initiated the manner as the sun had begun to set. You had been sitting beside each other, lazily discussing your sex lives and lack-there-of.

“So, these three… Do you still keep in touch?” You asked him, watching as his green eyes searched yours for the reason behind your questions. The deep orange rays of the sunset peeked through the blinds to reflect against his blond hair.

He shook his head. “They were all me being stupid, basically. I didn’t really like any of them,” he admitted, making your stomach turn. “What about you? What’s your number?”

You shrugged. “Zero,” you snorted.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, that’s right. I knew that,” he recounted as if he were remembering what you’d told him when the two of you were trapped in the elevator. “Um… Why?”

You shrugged again. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough.” He barely bit his lip, nodding in understanding. You cleared your throat. “It’s not that it’s a big deal to me or anything, I just… I’d like to feel safe during it, at least,” you clarified.

“It’s okay if it’s a big deal,�� he stated. “It was important to me too at one point. I just…” he sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I got caught up in the pressure of losing it.”

You nodded, letting a breath of silence pass between the two of you. “Would you want to…” You looked away from him, biting back a grin at how stupid you were about to sound. “Would you want to take my virginity?”

He nearly giggled. “You feel safe with me?”

You snorted. “Yeah. I mean, I like you,” you answered, biting back a laugh. The air between you was mellow and easy. You had thrown your awkwardness out the window after Sapnap had left. “I mean, you’re one of my best friends, you know. But it’s just an offer.”

He grinned, a dusting of red settling in his cheeks from the pride he was beaming at you. “No, I want to. I just… I want you to be sure.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m sure. But if it’s too much pressure and everything, like I get it.”

He chuckled. “Quit. I’m honored honestly.”

You laughed. “Okay, then do it,” you stated.

And there the two of you were, Clay’s breath warm against your skin as he knotted his fingers with yours, moaning as you ground your hips against his. You could tell he was holding back for your sake, being as gentle as he could and trying not to crush you under his massive frame.

When you had pictured losing your virginity in the past, you’d always thought your body would be urging you to be thinking of something else, racing with pure terror as your partner got themselves off to get it over with. But Clay’s hands were careful, slowly introducing you to different sensations and testing the waters for you. Your mind was only focused on the fact that Clay smelled like lavender; the scent lingering on his clothes and in his hair.

You slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt, before pulling it over his head. You hadn’t seen him naked before, but heat flushed to your cheeks at the view of him, even if he had pressed you into another kiss as soon as he had discarded his shirt. As he pressed a leg between yours, you moaned, fingers traveling along the length of his spine. His taste of bitter coffee and mint was becoming your new obsession as his tongue pressed into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

He leaned off of you to remove your shirt, every instinct telling you to cover back up, but he brushed it off, pressing his lips to yours again as his thumb gently brushed against your side. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you’re hot,” he joked, making you giggle as he lightened the mood.

“You’re so charming,” you mocked, running your fingers into his hair as his lips pressed against your neck lovingly.

He chuckled. “Only when you’re around,” he answered, making you laugh again.

The next morning, you sat beside Clay at the breakfast table, the two of you chatting about a movie you were planning on seeing later in the day. Sapnap strolled in, eyeing you carefully with his lips pursed. You both looked up at him as if to motion for him to spit out whatever was bothering him.

Sapnap took to the chair on the other side of Clay after pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Okay, so am I supposed to pretend I didn’t see you sneaking out of Dream’s room this morning?” He gestured between the two of you. “And now you’re wearing each other’s hoodies.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Clay look down with a small “what?” whispering from his lips quietly. “I mean come on, that one was mine at one point,” he continued, his comments mainly directed at you.

You scoffed. “Am I supposed to pretend you didn’t come back until an hour ago and I know you don’t carry condoms?” You countered.

Clay let out a soft gasp. “Sapnap… safe sex.” At this point he was just the Sophoclean chorus; the peanut gallery.

Sapnap sent you a sarcastic grin, disregarding your statement. “Am I supposed to pretend like I didn’t tell you guys not to hook up and you did?” Clay sipped his drink at this. “I mean, look at you two!” He swatted his finger to point at where the two of your hands were joined together.

In reality, you weren’t even sure when Clay had grabbed your hand or even that you here holding onto him as well. “Am I supposed to pretend like you didn’t do that on purpose so we didn’t bother you for a few hours?” You shot back.

Sapnap’s mouth dramatically tilted, brows raised in shock. “A Few. Hours?”

You covered your mouth as Clay laughed beside you.

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cat-induced-fever-dream · 3 years

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Acquaintances

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: Wanda meets someone who doesn’t treat her like a villain, but she doesn’t know who you really are.

Notes: I promise it’s fluff and not a trap. Also sorry about my hiatus, I’m just super unmotivated to do anything. So here’s my feeble offering to try and get back into writing.

- - -

Wanda groaned at the sight of a man with a camera. All she wanted was to pop down to the shops, buy some paprika, but alas, even a shopping trip was gold for the paparazzi. Maybe if she hid behind an aisle he would leave. But she heard the door open behind her. Ducking quickly behind a stack of tuna cans, she scanned the rows for the precious package.

She knew she wasn’t the favourite of the public, and the guilt of what she’d done ate her alive every night, but she was sick of being blamed. All she did was try her best, but this was the kind of thanks she got.

She frowned a little when she saw the man round the corner. She steeled herself, not wanting the tears to spring to her eyes. Turning around to face him, she- There was a person talking to him. You had a shopping bag in your hand, so you must have been another customer. Dressed smartly with a blazer, but paired with jeans and sneakers, you looked friendly, but the cold look you gave the man said otherwise. You exchanged words quietly with the reporter, and he seemed to refuse you, turning back to look at her. Realising that this was the perfect stall to get out of the store, she resumed her search. Cumin, Ginger, Paprika! Quickly glancing back to see how long she had, she saw you hand the man a business card as he hurriedly shuffled away.

“Sorry about that,” you turned to her, looking genuinely apologetic.

“Why?” she asked, it coming out harsher than she meant for it to. “It wasn’t even your fault.”

You shrugged. “You don’t deserve it.”

Wanda frowned again at this. She didn’t even know you, but you helped her out, so the least she could do was be polite. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you smiled. The two of you started to walk towards to counter. More like she did and you kind of happened to as well. “What are you cooking with the paprika?”

Sliding the bag to the cashier, she turned to face you properly. “I was making a traditional Sokovian dish.”

“I’m a big fan of trying different cuisines,” you replied, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “That sounds delicious.”

Wanda’s not really sure why you’re trying to make conversation, but you didn’t seem to have an agenda, so she indulged you with a response as the two of you walked out of the store. “It is, my mum always had the best recipe.”

“Ah well, my parents weren’t around much, so I can’t say the same,” you laughed, throwing your shopping in the back of what must have been your car.

Wanda hadn’t even realised she had walked with you to your car. That was embarrassing. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I should be going now,” backing away as quickly as she could without making a fool of herself.

“Wait,” you called, “do you need a lift back?”

“You’re a stranger.”

“Well I know your name is Wanda,” you grinned cheekily, opening the passenger door. “And my name is Y/N. Guess we’re not strangers anymore. So, what do you say? It’s the least I could do, with that man bothering you.”

She’s not sure what compelled her to agree, but she found herself sitting in a plush leather seat as you adjusted the rear view mirror. Tapping the dashboard screen, you pulled up a map to Avengers Tower and backed out of the parking lot.

You didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t make conversation, bopping your head gently to whatever pop song was on the radio. Instead she spent the time trying to figure out who you were and why you were being so nice. “It’s rude to stare, you know?” you winked at her.

Wanda felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Wha- No, sorry,” she mumbled. She’d done it again, made herself look dumb. You giggle, returning your eyes to the road. Trying not to stare at you this time, she observed the fancy watch adorning your wrist, and the sleek interior of the car. You must be a businesswoman of some sort, since this clearly wasn’t your average suburban car. But you were wearing jeans. Maybe a lower level employee than?

She sat there musing, until the door suddenly opened. “We’re here,” you smiled, gesturing at the grand tower that was now her home.

Why couldn’t she stop being so awkward? This was the third time. Unbuckling the seatbelt, she stumbled out, clutching the paprika to her chest. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime, Wanda.” And with a small wave, you hopped back into your car and drove off.

- - -

Heading straight to her room, Wanda abandoned her plans for paprikash. The whole interaction was quite frankly, baffling. No one was ever nice to her, except for the Avengers. But you clearly knew who she was, driving her back to the tower without an address. Tossing her jacket on her bed, she sighed. It’s not like she’d ever see you again. That’s when she noticed the card peeking out from the pocket. There was a phone number printed neatly on it, and a cursive scrawl underneath. “I am actually interested in the dish though. Could I have the name of it?”

She hadn’t exactly interacted with anyone else, so it must’ve been you. Running her thumb over the ink, she was hit with a renewed sense of energy. Grabbing the paprika, she dashed back down the stairs.

- - -

You’re spinning around in your office chair when your phone goes off. Clicking on the message, a small smile makes its way into your face.

Unknown Number: this is the dish i was talking about

Unknown Number: *image*

Unknown Number: it’s paprikash

- - -

“Hey Wanda,” Tony called, a carefully wrapped package in his arms, “this came for you.”

One look at the scarlet wrapping paper, and she knew who it was from. “Thanks Tony,” she said, grabbing it and running to her room.

Setting the package gently on her bed, she untied the ribbon and unfolded the wrapping paper. Nestled in the middle, a box of cookies.

She grinned to herself. Wanda’s been texting you for a couple of months now, and now she could really say that you’re not strangers. She knows that you can’t cook, but you can bake. You’re a businesswoman “of sorts” you say, and that you’re a pretty busy person. But regardless, you hang out with her, chilling in the local coffee shop, going shopping, even just a stroll around the park. She also knows that this happiness she gets when she sees you is definitely not platonic.

Opening the lid, the chocolate aroma wafts into her room. Her favourite of your baked goods. There’s a note tucked into the side of the box, and she delicately pulls it out. “Be my girlfriend?” she read, the handwriting obviously yours. Wait. Be my girlfriend? She sat there dumbly for a couple of seconds before it hit her. You’re asking her to be your girlfriend. Wanda scrambled for her phone, snapping a picture to send to you.

Y/N: those cookies look delicious, who sent them?

The witch rolled eyes at your antics, but played along.

Wanda: idk, but i just got asked out

Y/N: whoaaaa, did you say yes?

Wanda: yes you dumbass

Y/N: okay, under other circumstances that would’ve hurt, but i’m too excited to care right now <3

Wanda: ...

Wanda: did you try to bribe me with cookies?

Y/N: it worked, didn’t it?

Wanda: i can’t believe i actually like you

Y/N: honestly, me too

Y/N: sorry it’s a busy day, but you wanna come over for dinner?

Wanda: sounds good <3

Y/N: i’ll come pick you up, see you then girlfriend

She didn’t want bugs in her room, so Wanda grabbed the box to put in her kitchen cupboard. Balancing a cookie in her mouth, she was about to close the lid, when a hand pinched one. Eyes immediately glowing red, she locked onto Sam as he backed away, half eaten cookie and hands up in surrender.

“Do that again and I will give you nightmares.”

The Falcon whistled lowly. “Okay. Protective over cookies. Got it.”

“There’s cookies?” Bucky asked, strolling in.

“No.”

“Oh okay.”

- - -

The heroes were sprawled on the couches playing a game of UNO when Wanda came down the stairs.

“What are you doing with that hoodie?” Tony asked sharply.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. “This.. hoodie?” she replied, tugging on the drawstrings of the soft item of company clothing she was wearing.

“Yes! That’s my enemy’s!”

She didn’t really want to get into whatever nonsense the genius was spouting again. “My friend lent it to me.”

“You have friends?” joked Sam.

Steve gave the man a warning look. “It’s good that you’re adjusting to life here.”

“I think the important question here,” Natasha said from her spot, “is where are you going?”

“Dinner,” she replied, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. She tried to fight the silly smile that crept into her face whenever she thought about you, but she mustn’t have hid it well enough, since the red headed spy gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

I hate you, she projected.

Nat winked back.

“Based on the way Miss Maximoff keeps anxiously glancing at the door, there is likely to be someone waiting for her,” Vision piped up. “I have searched the Internet databases, and from what I have gathered, your casual outfit means that you are going with someone you are familiar with. The sharing of clothes is usually reserved for close friends or romantic partners only.”

Of course the android had to get involved.

“Your heart rate seems to be speeding up Miss Maximoff. Are you okay?”

“Wanda Maximoff,” Tony asked slowly, “do you have a boyfriend?”

That’s when all hell broke loose.

“Who is he?”

“Is he hot?”

“Where did you meet?”

“How did you even get a boyfriend?”

“Can we meet him?”

“What-“

“Okay,” she groaned. Well it was bound to happen eventually. She just wished she could’ve gotten even a few months without the teasing. “I have a girlfriend, yes she’s hot, yes I’m going to have dinner with her, and I’ll ask about meeting. I’m going to go now.” With that, she stepped into the elevator.

“Don’t think this conversation is over witchy,” called Tony, as the doors slid shut.

- - -

“Hey,” you smiled as she slid into the car. “What took you so long?”

“The Avengers found out.”

You chuckled at that. “What, did they interrogate you or something?”

“Something like that.” She paused. “They want to meet you.”

“Are you sure?”

“They’re my family, and they’ll love you as much as I do.”

“Cute,” you grinned, “but I don’t know about Tony.”

“Trust me, they’re a mess a lot of the time, but they’re good people.”

You checked through your phone. “I haven’t got anything on around lunch tomorrow. I can come by then, how does that sound?”

“So you’ll come?”

“Anything for my girlfriend.”

- - -

Her green eyes locked onto you amongst the bustle of suits in the lobby.

“Hey.”

You adjusted the grey fabric of your pantsuit. “Hey yourself.”

“Did you wear the suit to impress me?” Wanda asked, delicately tugging on your tie.

“Actually, I’ve got a meeting with the investors later. Gotta make an impression, you know?”

“Well consider me impressed,” she whispered against your ear.

Blushing, you allowed Wanda to lead you to the elevator.

- - -

Clint wasn’t sure what to expect with you. But if Wanda liked you, you were sure to be one of the good sorts. So maybe like a cute girl she met at the cafe or something. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting the confident girl dressed in a suit to step out of the elevator.

All of them were lined up in the common room and he’s pretty sure any normal person would have been intimidated by the sheer amount of Avengers in front of them, but you stepped up to them absolutely unfazed.

“Mr Rogers,” you offered your hand to shake, “a pleasure to meet you.”

Steve was expecting to have to take the lead with introductions, but here you seemed to be handling yourself fine. “Likewise.”

“Is Mr Stark here today?” you asked him.

“He’s a bit busy at the mo-“

Clattering and a string of curses interrupted him. And of course, the man himself stepped into the room, Iron Man debris in his wake.

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

“What? Did you think I’d miss meeting the girl who stole the heart of our cold antisocial emo?”

Wanda tossed a couch pillow at him, but he brushed it off.

“Tony Stark,” he declared.

You shook his hand politely. “I know who you are Mr Stark.”

“And you are...?”

“Y/N L/N.”

The genius might have been singed from his armour, but the moment that name fell from your lips, he yanked his hand away, as if he was burned.

“L/N. As in L/N Corporations?”

“That’s me.”

Abruptly he turned to Wanda. “Do you know who this is?” he hissed. “The greatest rival to Stark Industries. I thought you were introducing your girlfriend.”

You gave him a winning smile. “I am her girlfriend Mr Stark. And you may have made me your rival, but I can assure you that you are not mine.”

Sam snorted.

“What are you doing here then? Are you here to try and steal data? You can’t...”

You paid him no mind as you winked at Sam. Spotting the metal arm, your eyes widened. “You must be Bucky, right? Princess Shuri told me she’d been working on some vibranium projects. I’d love to take a closer look some other day if you don’t mind?”

“How do you know Shuri?” Stark spluttered.

“You think that she only talks to rich boys who need her help? Sorry to burst your bubble.”

Nat couldn’t help but smirk at this.

“Oh and I’ve actually been working on some prototype Widow Bites as a bit of a free time project,” you added. “If you’re interested, your opinion on usage would really help me to refine them.”

“Of course.”

“Traitor,” Tony glared.

It’s at this point your phone began to ring. Glancing down, you offered a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve really got to take this.” You turned to face the wall as your friendly tone turned professional.

The Avengers huddled together as your call went on.

“Is she using you for information?” Tony scowled.

Wanda scowled back. “She’s my girlfriend Stark. Not everything is about you.”

He looked as if he was going to say more, but Steve interrupted.

“Look Tony, she seemed like a perfectly lovely girl.��

“Yeah I like her,” added Sam. “She can keep your ego in check.”

“If Wanda likes her, I’m fine with it too.” Clint said.

Wanda gave him a thankful look.

A cough came awkwardly behind them.

“I really hate to cut this short everyone, but something’s come up back at the office. Investors are a pain.”

“Yeah go on back to your investors then,” spat Tony.

“Wow” you drawled, heading back to the elevator, “is the rich card the only thing you can play Stark?”

The light on the wall indicated that the cab had arrived, and you stepped inside the carriage which would take you back down, as Peter stepped out.

“Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I was just leaving Pete, but swing by later, alright?”

“You know it.”

“Oh and I heard you liked the hoodie I gave Wanda, Mr Stark,” you called. “I can grab you one as well, since it’s my company. But I really do gotta run now. Nice to meet you all!” The metal doors slid shut on your grinning face.

There was a silence, before Tony turned on his protégée. “How the hell are you on a first name business with her?”

“We’re friends?” Peter offered.

“Friends?”

“She went to college with me. She was super smart and we hung out and stuff. You know, what friends usually do.”

Squirming under his mentor’s gaze, he continued. “She was too smart for college though, so she dropped out and started her company. It didn’t mean we stopped being friends though.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Underoos?”

“She figured you might overreact, especially with the web sho-“ The boy’s eyes widened, and he made a mad dash for the stairs.

But Tony grabbed his wrist. “What were you saying?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “She helped me out with my web shooters in college, and since then, she’s been developing them with me.”

“What?”

“She knows I’m Spider-Man and I work with her on my tech,” he said slowly.

The man surveyed his teammates, making deliberate eye contact with each and every one of them. “Traitors, the lot of you,” he huffed.

“I mean you gotta admit it,” laughed Sam. “She’s college age, and built an empire to rival you. Not to mention that she’s pretty, smart, has better PR and actual time management skills-“

“Okay I get it,” the genius cut him off.

“Don’t be upset,” Clint smirked, “you can’t lose if you’re not her competition.”

Tony stomped off.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around,” Steve said gently, nodding at Wanda who was fiddling anxiously with her rings.

“She was cool,” added Nat. “Tony can be a pain in the ass, but he knows she’s a good person.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand.

<3: i’d say that went pretty well

Wanda: cannot believe you didn’t tell me

<3: i’m really sorry babe, please don’t hate me

Wanda: i could never

<3: just didn’t want him to stop you from fraternising with the enemy or whatever

Wanda: i’d break the rules for you any day

<3: how romantic

<3: so miss rebel, you coming over tonight?

Wanda: depends if you’re still wearing the suit

<3: anything for you ;)

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer.

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair.

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week. I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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ketamineharry · 3 years

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I Love Me - Harry Lewis

Requested - Yes ~ can I request an ethan/Harry one where the reader is curvy (bigger boobs/bum/hips etc) compared to Talia + Freya and the other girlfriends and they are on holiday with everyone and the reader feels a bit insecure and scared of what everyone will think when they look at photos, have photo shoots and insta comments, love you and your writing!! 🤍

Trigger Warnings: Body image issues, self-confidence issues

Authors Note: This was originally requested as a holiday, but I changed it slightly as my most recent imagine was a holiday themed one. I hope you don’t mind!

As you entered the restaurant, an uneasy feeling took over you. Usually, being seen out in public with your friends, and your boyfriend Harry wouldn’t phase you — but over lockdown, you had put on a few pounds. Expressing your emotions in a healthy way, had never been your forte so when the lockdown restrictions hit, instead of going to the local pub to drink your sorrows away, with a group of friends you had turned to eating. Comfort eating had become the norm whenever you felt sad, lonely, happy, or to put it more accurately whenever you felt anything.

While you had been piling on the pounds, Talia and Freya, had been keeping to a strict fitness regime. So naturally, they looked incredible. While you just felt deflated. To make matters worse, this was a Sidemen dinner, meaning that not only were there going to be pictures, but eyes were going to be firmly on your table.

Instinctively, as you walked you grabbed for Harry’s hand. Thankfully, he was slightly in front of you, so you could hide yourself behind his broad frame. As soon as your fingers entwined, you found a sense of serenity; despite how short lived that may have been.

As the others crowded around the table, trying to figure out seating arrangements, you focussed your energy in trying to remain calm. All you wanted was to have a seat on the outskirts, so that you wouldn’t have to participate in the group Instagram photos. The self-loathing from the way you looked in this moment was enough to fuel your insecurities for a good few months, you certainly didn’t need the constant reminder on Instagram too.

Luckily, you managed to secure the seat you wanted. Josh, being the father of the group dictated where everyone else was going to sit. Usually, there was a rule of thumb that you sat in couples; but you had ended up sitting in between JJ and Freya. Harry was on the opposite side of the table, his phone in one hand, completely engrossed in an app, knowing him it was most likely Twitter. However, in this seating arrangement you felt sick. Your one lifeline, although not ridiculously far from you, had been cut off. You were going to have to brave this one out.

The waiter approached the table and introduced themselves. He had a cheery disposition until they made eye contact with you, their fake customer service smile fading as he served you his best judgemental glare. It lasted a split second, but you knew what it meant. The feeling of being out of your depth was confirmed in that look, it wasn’t just you that felt it, it was felt by those looking in on this dynamic of people. Why would they want to associate themselves with you?

“And for the lady?” He asked, glancing over at you again. His demeanour changed once more. You remained silent for a moment, mulling over whether to ask for what you actually wanted or order something that you didn’t want to avoid more disapproving glares.

“May I suggest the chicken caesar salad.” He adds, knocking you out of your stream of consciousness.

“That would be lovely thank you.” You respond. The last thing that you wanted was to cause a scene. In fact, the thing you wanted most was to be ignored, unseen. It was blatantly obvious what everyone was thinking, where their stares ended up… all on you.

The plates of food started to arrive, being placed before everyone. You looked around, envious. Their food all looked insanely good, Talia had mac and cheese while Freya had a vegetarian lasagne. To say that you were covetous, as you chowed down on some lettuce, was an understatement. Just some flavour would have been nice.

The same waiter came back to see if anyone wanted any desserts, Harry ordered a chocolate cake with some whipped cream and Freya ordered a cheesecake, Ethan wanted a coffee, the others weren’t really bothered though. What was made apparent, was that you weren’t even asked by the waiter.

Freya turned to you, a sympathetic look on her face. “Are you ok?” She asked, as she placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You mumbled unconvincingly, certain that Freya could pick up on how you were feeling. She had been sitting next to you the entire time after all.

“Let’s go to the ladies yeah? I’ll just text Josh to let him know what’s going on.” She said, as she retrieved her phone from her bag. She quickly sent the text before she grabbed your hand and directed you to the bathroom.

Freya held the door open for you, as you both walked inside, she went over to the sinks and climbed up on top of them. Crossing her arms. Inspecting you slightly.

“So, spill… what’s wrong with ya?” She questioned, with a small reassuring smile.

You took a deep breath in and out, as you tried to steady yourself. As much as you loved Freya, talking about your feelings to anyone was a challenge that you faced daily. It was hard enough being open with Harry about your feelings, and he was the person that you trusted most. Never mind one of your closest friends.

“I hate the way I look.” You confessed, as you subconsciously started to tug at the dress you were wearing. It all of a sudden felt too tight, too claustrophobic, as if the material had shrunk from the time it took you to walk from your table into the bathroom.

“You and Talia, you are both gorgeous and slim. I’m not that way at all. You can wear whatever you want and look good. If I so much as looked at a belly top, people would be disgusted.”

Freya remained silent, letting you ramble on about how much you hated your body and what you looked like. How out of place you felt and what you wish you could change about yourself. When you were finally finished, she jumped down off of the counter and engulfed you in a hug.

“Don’t you ever, ever feel like you aren’t good enough. You are the funniest person I have ever met. You make me belly laugh every single day. You spread so much positivity, and you make sure that everyone around you feels loved. I am slim, but do you know what… I’d kill for a rack like yours.” She whispered, as she comforted you.

“As for that asshole waiter who has been making you feel like shit all night, don’t think that no-one else has noticed it, because they have. They’re all too polite to embarrass him in public, but trust me, he’ll get his comeuppance. Now, wipe those tears and let’s go show him what a fucking bad ass bitch you are.” She laughed, as she grabbed your hand once again, as she led you back out to the table.

The bill was laid out on the table, the seven cards were placed on top of it as you rejoined the group.

“Here she is.” Harry beamed, as he reached out for you. You went and gave him a hug, before taking your seat again.

As the waiter collected the bill, Harry called him over. “I’d like to give you a cash tip, can you follow me outside so I can draw the cash out?” He asked. The waiter nodded, a gleam in his eye. Harry gave you a gesture, letting you know to follow him.

Once you were outside, how cold it was finally hit you. It made you recoil into yourself.

“Yeah, the tip I wanted to give you was to never, and I mean never try to ridicule my girlfriend about anything.” Harry said, swiftly connecting his right fist to the waiters cheek.

“Run.” He shouted, as he grabbed your hand, your feet pounding on the floor until you reached the car. You were both panting, leaning on each other for support.

“You do know you’re still a ten out of ten to me. No matter what.” Harry smiled, as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Now let’s go and get a McDonalds, because I know you’re still hungry and it’s your favourite.”

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: gun violence, hospitals, blood

A/N: besties, i-...just read the warnings (slight spoiler: the angst will be resolved)

Masterlist

Chapter 21

“How exciting is this! Last day of kindergarten today and then your seventh birthday party tomorrow!” you exclaimed, “My baby is growing up way too fast.”

You squeezed Jo tightly.

“Okay, I’m going to drop Jo off and then I’ll pick up the cake from the bakery, go grocery shopping, and get the decorations,” Spencer kissed you as he held up Jo’s backpack for her to slip her arms into.

“Don’t forget Mrs. Flynn’s gift. She had to put up with 20 rowdy kids for a whole year, the least we can do is give her some cookies and a gift card to Target,” you said.

“Got it,” Jo patted her backpack.

“Goodbye, my loves,” you gave both of them one last kiss before they exited the front door and you finished getting ready for work.

At the end of the day, Jo came marching out of the elementary school in the usual class line. You and Spencer came running up to her.

“There’s my big kindergarten graduate,” you bent down to hug her with Spencer following suit.

“I got a diploma,” she beamed, holding up the piece of paper with her name on it.

Josephine Y/L/N-Reid

Her officially updated birth certificate name.

“We need to frame this and put it up right next to Daddy’s PhDs,” you smiled.

“I think this occasion calls for a milkshake,” Spencer lifted up Jo.

“It most certainly does...and fries,” you agreed.

You had a row of picnic tables at the park all decorated with balloons, streamers, and dinosaur tablecloths. You and Spencer woke up extra early to make sure everything was ready for the time of the party.

You both had been repeatedly taking trips back and forth home to bring everything to the park that you needed. Jo’s friends from her class would be there as well as the BAU.

As people started to arrive, you handed out party hats to everyone. Derek attempted to sneak past you.

“Ah ah ah,” you held your arm out to stop him, “No hat, no entry.”

“Even Hotch is wearing one,” you pointed to Hotch sitting at a table with Jack, wearing a bright pink party hat.

“Fine. Gimme the green one,” Derek sighed.

Jo and her friends were having a blast. You ordered enough pizza to fill everyone up completely but luckily, the kids ran it off playing tag on the playground.

“Okay, cake everyone!” Spencer shouted to gather everyone around the central table as he began to light the candles.

Jo took the end seat with the biggest grin on her face and you stood behind her. Derek and Penelope had their phones out to record and take pictures.

Spencer picked the cake up and took a deep inhale, signaling that he was about to start singing, “Happy Birth-”

BANG. You didn’t even know what was happening. You quickly pulled Jo behind you, shielding her from whatever made that loud noise.

Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.

Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”

You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.

“Hey, eyes on me! Eyes on me, okay? You’re gonna be just fine,” Spencer was grappling at your torso to find where all the blood was coming from.

“Where’s Jo?” you panickedly asked.

“Penelope has her. Hotch called an ambulance, it’s on its way, baby. Just stay with me,” he pleaded.

“Spence, it hurts too much. I’m sorry,” you cried.

“No, Y/N, please. Jo needs you. I need you. I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed.

“You’re the best dad ever, Spence. I currently have a mug being shipped to the house that says so,” you feebly attempted to laugh, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Spencer whispered as the ambulance pulled up with its sirens wailing.

As you were being loaded into the stretcher, you caught a glimpse of Jo crying into Penelope’s shoulder.

“Spence, stay with Jo,” you whispered.

“What? No. I’m coming with you,” he said.

“She’s really scared, Spence.”

“Y/N, this is not up for debate. You were just shot. I’m not leaving you. Penelope will bring her to the hospital waiting room,” Spencer insisted, getting into the ambulance.

Everything went dark after that.

Spencer was nervously bouncing his leg up and down, blankly staring at the hospital floor. Everything around him was a monotonous hum.

“Reid...Reid...Reid!” Derek snapped him out of his trance, shaking his shoulder.

“Penelope is outside with Jo now and she’ll bring her in in a second but we need to get you cleaned up first,” Derek said, guiding Spencer to the bathroom.

Spencer looked down at his clothes. Whatever emotional state Jo was in right now would definitely not be eased by seeing her Daddy covered in Mommy’s blood. Derek helped wipe all the blood off Spencer and then handed him a spare pair of sweats from his go bag.

“W-What happened?” was the first thing that Spencer said as they returned to the waiting room and Derek texted Penelope that it was all clear.

“Hotch and Rossi are at the scene trying to figure that out now. We think the unsub was actually aiming for Jo but Y/N blocked the bullet,” Derek stated.

“Oh god,” Spencer put his face in his palms until he heard a familiar crying growing louder.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Jo wailed.

Penelope was also teary-eyed but Spencer could tell she was trying her best to hold it together for Jo’s sake. She transferred Jo into Spencer’s arms. Spencer tucked the little girl into his chest.

“Is Mommy okay?” she sobbed.

Spencer looked up at Derek and Penelope before looking back down at his daughter, “I don’t know, baby, but the doctors are taking real good care of her.”

Jo continued to cry into Spencer's chest for about a half an hour until she lost all of her energy and fell asleep. Spencer looked down at his daughter’s puffy red eyes. How could he possibly give her any more bad news on her birthday? You had to be okay. You were supposed to be the perfect little family. This was supposed to be his happy ending.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” a surgeon called out.

“Right here,” Spencer spoke softly and slowly stood in order to not wake Jo up.

Derek and Penelope stood right beside him.

“Ms. Y/L/N suffered a bullet wound to the gut. However, the surgery went well and she is expected to make a full recovery,” the surgeon announced.

“Oh thank god,” Spencer let out a huge exhale that he didn’t even know he was holding.

“She has lost a lot of blood so she’s not awake yet but you are welcome to wait with her if you would like. She should be up within the hour,” the surgeon informed Spencer.

Spencer nodded his head emphatically.

“Garcia and I are going to head back to the BAU to confer with the rest of the team. Text us with any updates,” Derek patted Spencer on his back.

“Right this way,” the surgeon guided Spencer to a room down the hall.

There you laid in a hospital bed, still managing to look beautiful after nearly dying and a multiple hour surgery.

He took the seat beside you, still cradling Jo in his arms.

About 20 minutes later, Spencer’s eyes snapped up to meet yours after he heard a little movement coming from the bed.

You opened your mouth slightly to speak but Spencer beat you to it.

“Marry me.”

“Am I alive?” you closed your eyes again, blinking really hard, and then opening them to still see the same scene in front of you.

“Yes, Y/N, you are luckily very much alive and I don’t want to spend another second not being married to the love of my life. I stupidly let you go once and I am not going to let that happen ever again. You and Jo are my whole entire life, there's nothing more I could possibly want. So, I am asking you…”

Spencer grabbed your hand and slipped the ring off your index finger, then he knelt with Jo still asleep in his arms, clinging to his neck, “...if you will do me the greatest honor of spending the rest of our lives together. Y/N, will you marry me?

“Yes,” you cried as he slipped the ring back on to your index finger.

“I promise I’ll get you another ring as soon as we’re out of here,” Spencer said.

“Shut up and kiss me, Spence,” you cupped his cheeks, pulling him towards you until your lips connected.

“Mommy?” you heard a meek voice ask from between you both.

“Hi baby. I’m so sorry I scared you like that,” you said.

Jo untangled herself from Spencer and wrapped her arms around your neck.

“It’s okay, Mommy, as long as you are okay.”

A/N: i got multiple crying headaches while writing and editing this chapter

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #reid x reader #cm fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds

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mentally-dating-din-djarin · 2 years

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Unexpected Birthday

Marcus Pike x GN! Reader (please read summary comment)

No Y/N

Word Count: 2.3K

Rating: T

Warnings: cursing, small fight/arguing

Summary/Comments: Reader hates their birthday. Marcus wants to show them that birthdays can be special.

This is GN! I do have the reader receiving flowers. But I don't see that as a female only thing. I honestly believe that anyone would be happy to get flowers.

A/N: Woo-hoo, second fic! Again, it's kind of a self indulgent fic to help me work through my own crap. Namely hating my birthday. This is my first time writing for Marcus Pike. I probably shouldn't since I haven't actually gotten to the part in the show where he comes in. But he was the one I was picturing for this for some reason and I just couldn't get my mind to change. That being said, I apologize if he's OOC.

gif credit: @damerondjarin

You didn't think too much about why you were getting flowers. Just happy for the little pick me up they gave after already declaring the day a crappy one before even 10 a.m. You had been feeling off lately. Not sick or anything that caused concern, just off. Apparently it had finally caught up with you when you slept through your first, second, and even backup alarm. Making you beyond late for work. So seeing flowers on your desk after all that was a nice surprise that you felt no reason to question.

You completely forgot about them until after lunch when you finally had a moment to breathe. You'd been running around like crazy trying to catch up on everything you hadn't been able to get done after being late.

You smiled again as you found the attached card, recognizing your brother's handwriting. You should have figured they were from him since they were favorite flowers. You weren't close to many people here yet and you doubted that the few you were close to knew these were your favorites.

Your smile dropped when you opened the card and read his message.

Happy Birthday to the best sibling. 🥳❤

Birthday. The flowers were for your fucking birthday! While you found it sweet that your brother did anything, you were also kinda pissed since he knew how you felt about your birthday. It did put your recent mood and off feeling into perspective though. You heaved a huge sigh and sent your brother a text to thank him for the flowers. He called a few minutes later. You put him on speakerphone so you could keep working.

"Hey! So you got them?"

"Yeah, I got them. Thank you. But you do know you're a few days early, right?"

"I wanted to make sure they got there in time. You know how unpredictable the weather is for you guys out there. You just had to have a birthday in the winter where it could snow and delay my gift?"

You laughed a little at that. "Right, because I totally decided when to shoot out of mom."

Your brother chuckled. "So, any plans for your birthday?"

You took a breath before answering, knowing that he wouldn't like your answer.

Marcus had been a little worried when you hadn't been at work like usual. Ever since he met you, you'd not only been on time for work, but early. He'd texted a few times to make sure you were alright, hoping that you weren't sick. You had sent him a text a little while later saying that you'd slept through your alarms. He was relieved you were alright. But worried because this just didn't seem like you.

He hasn't known you very long, but he had to admit that you two became quick friends. Both recent transplants to DC, you both found solace in figuring out your new home together. He was also hesitant to admit that he was falling for you. He didn't want to fall into old habits. He'd always fallen too hard, too fast. How things worked out with Theresa was proof of that. So he made sure to hide any feelings he might or might not be developing.

He decided to come check up on you after lunch. More to prove you were okay than anything else. He stopped when he heard you on the phone, not wanting to interrupt.

He also tried not to eavesdrop. A hard task when you had speakerphone on. But he tuned it out. Until his interest was piqued at the person on the other end of the phone say something about your birthday. He had no idea it was your birthday. He was a little hurt that you hadn't told him your birthday was coming up. But as he listened to your phone call, he sort of understood why.

Your brother said your name before asking about your birthday plans again. "Nothing special. Work, go home to eat alone and watch TV. Then bed."

You hear the shock in your brother's reply. "No one planned anything for your birthday."

"It's hard to plan something when no one knows." You wince when your brother asks another question.

"No one knows it's your birthday!?"

"Would you calm down? It's not a big deal. You know I don't like my birthday. The last thing I need is people I'm not that close to feeling obligated to do something for my birthday."

"People you're not close to? What about that guy you were telling me about? Marshall?" You look at your phone utterly confused before your brother corrects himself. "No, sorry, Marcus. Doesn't he know it's your birthday?"

"He's the last person I want to know." You feel like you know Marcus pretty well by now. And you know if he finds out it's your birthday he'd plan something and invite everyone you both know from the office. You just can't handle that. You decide you need to end this conversation. "Look, I gotta get back to work. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Just do me a favor?" He takes your silence and not a dial tone as his okay to continue. "Try to do something fun. Hang out with that Marcus guy, it sounds like you really like him. Just please, don't spend your birthday alone." He doesn't wait for your response before he hangs up.

You're rubbing your forehead when you hear a knock at your door. You look up to see Marcus smiling at you. You can't help the smile you give him in return. "Hey! What are you doing down here?"

"Wanted to check on you after this morning." You wince. Not ready for yet another conversation about how it's not like you. But Marcus surprises you. "Nice flowers. Secret admirer?" He has a smirk on his face that tells you he's messing with you.

Even though you know he's joking, you can't help your loud laugh at the idea of having a secret admirer. "HA!" You look sheepish at his shocked look from your reaction. "Sorry. No, they're a birthday present from my brother."

"It's your birthday!?"

It takes everything in you to not slap yourself on the forehead. "Yes and no. It's in a couple days. He sent them early to make sure they got here in time." Marcus nods in understanding.

"So any special plans?"

"Nope. Not a fan of my birthday. One of the reasons that I didn't bother telling anyone about it."

He gives another understanding nod before asking about the flowers. Specifically the kind of flower. "Strange choice to get from a sibling."

You smile at the flowers before looking at Marcus to answer. "They're my favorite flowers."

Marcus makes a mental note of that as he figures out the rest of his plan.

The next day, you're back to being early for work. Especially after you set a couple extra alarms as a precaution. You're sad to say that you're actually a little nervous to head into work. Partly for the jokes you'll no doubt hear about actually being on time today. You know they're not meant to actually be mean or anything. But they still sting a little to hear. But the bigger reason why you're nervous is Marcus knowing about your birthday.

You don't think Marcus is the type of person to go around telling people about other people. But you know how everyone likes to treat birthdays. So even though you're pretty sure you know Marcus, you're hesitant to be around others at work today.

The day goes by surprisingly quickly. There's only one or two jokes about you being late yesterday. It's almost the end of the day before you even get to see Marcus. He comes striding into your office like he belongs there with that same big smile he always has. He comes over to stand next to where you're sitting. Leaning back against your desk with his arms crossed over his chest. You finish typing before turning to him. "Hey Marcus, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if you were doing anything after work tomorrow?" Your heart stops for a second. He can't know, can he? He can't possibly know that tomorrow is your birthday. You were so careful to be vague about it yesterday. When you don't answer, he goes on. "I got that movie we were talking about. I thought you could come over so we could watch it."

You look at him with a slightly sad smile, he knows that look. He knows you're about to give him some excuse for why you can't. "Come on! It's been forever since we hung out just the two of us. I'll even buy the food." He drops to his knees and clasps his hands together. "Pleeeeasssseee."

You laugh. Your brother's request to not spend your birthday alone ringing in your ears. "Just the two of us?"

"Yeah. It's been a while,ridiculous-looking and I miss it." He's trying so hard to hide that this has anything to do with your birthday. He knows that if you realize that's why he wants to hang out, you'll say no.

You roll your eyes and make a face like you've just made the biggest concession in the world. "Fine! I'll come by around 7. Gives me time to go home and change."

You're on edge all day at work. Your birthday just fills you with nerves and anxiety. You breathe a huge sigh of relief when the day ends and you're packing up to head home. Until Marcus comes into your office, nearly making you jump out of your skin. "Sorry. Just wanted to let you know that I need to head to the store before getting the food and heading home. I should beat you there, but just in case I don't I didn't want you to worry that I was standing you up. Anything you want from the grocery store?"

You tap your chin like you're thinking hard about the answer. "A slice of cake might be nice." You may hate your birthday, but you still like treating yourself to some cake. Marcus hides a knowing smirk.

You took your time before heading over to Marcus's. When you look up at his apartment, the lights are on. So you know he made it home already. You sit in your car a few minutes before heading up. You knock on the door and hear Marcus shuffling around. Before cursing as he apparently trips over something while coming to the door. He's breathless as he opens the door. You give him a quizzical look. "Hey! Come on in."

You look around as you come in, trying to figure out what he was doing. You don't see anything out of the ordinary for Marcus. You go to head into the kitchen for a drink before Marcus stops you. When you look at him he almost looks ashamed.

"I did something. Something that might make you upset."

"Marcus, what could you possibly do that would upset me?"

"I did something for your birthday." Your face falls and he's quick to explain himself. "I heard your phone call. The one where you were talking to your brother about your birthday. Where he asked you not to spend it alone."

Your shoulders slump a little at his confession. "How much did you hear?" Now he looks confused. "Did you hear what my brother said about you? That I like you?" His silence is answer enough. "I'm leaving."

"What!? Why?"

"Because I don't need another reason to hate my birthday. I don't need it to be a constant reminder that you only want to spend it with me because you found out I like you and that I would've been alone on my birthday."

"That's not why I'm doing this."

"Then why are you doing it!?"

"Because I like you! I've been hiding it pretty much since I met you. I fall too hard, too fast and it scares people away. So I just didn't say anything. Hearing that you like me and that you would've been spending your birthday alone was just the push I needed to admit it."

You both stand there in silence for a minute. "I'm sorry. For a long time it's just been easier to hate and pretty much ignore my birthday. It was just easier than being disappointed. It always just felt like another day. I just happened to be older and we would have cake. Usually cake that I didn't even like, by the way."

Marcus comes over and hugs you. "It's not just another day to me. It's the day that someone I care about very much came into the world." He's happy that you don't push him away. "Do you wanna see what I did?"

You nod and Marcus leads you into the kitchen. He's got your favorite flowers. Not just a slice of cake, but a whole cake, with candles. A ridiculous-looking birthday balloon, and a small present.

"I know it's not much, but I didn't have a lot of time and-"

"It's perfect!" You turn back to him and throw your arms around him for a hug. "All I've ever wanted for my birthday is to feel like someone actually did it for me. That they were doing it because they actually cared and not just because they felt like they needed to."

He chuckles before leading you to the table and lighting the candles on the cake. He keeps his arm wrapped around you. "Make a wish."

You look at him with a smile. "I don't think I need to." You look at the cake and back at him. "But…" You quickly blow out the candles. When Marcus tries to ask you what you wished for, you pull him in for a kiss. Maybe some birthday wishes really do come true.

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