#conversations • a little unpredictable i confess.

[libbystcwart]

Mr. Bardales, thank you for letting me have the opportunity to work for you. I know I've only just started, but I'm excited for all of the projects we have already on deck. I just wanted to ask about something really quickly - should we bring our own mug for the coffee pot or is it a communal thing where we can all share? @rafaelcb

#rafael. #conversations • a little unpredictable i confess. #sorry this is late!!

[eelnoise]

with hearts aligned (nsfw!)

zoro x fem!reader this fic's followup btw. takes place between fishman island and PH (yes there's lore!! 🙄! and yes zoro did keep all that shit bottled up for a bit!!) cw: confessions of love, somewhat troubled zoro, not-so-awkward first times (our boy is intuitive okay ?!), piv sex, fingering, cute stuff idk an: okay i know this took a long time but i re-wrote this like 5 times and accidently got hyperfixated on ffxiv and generally needed a break from writing BUT WE ARE BACK BABY !!! wc: 3.4k tagging @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @sleepymarimo @willowbelle @nina-ya

The clinking of cutlery upon plates and chatter among friends fills the small island tavern with animated joy and serene relief. Brook plays the violin somewhere to the left side of the room, though the eager blathering of the crew drowns out the more finer notes and melodies played. 

A well-deserved interruption and a welcome change from the unpredictable nature of the past few day’s events – though for Zoro, it’s a distraction that’s come to an end. Despite the crew being whole again, he still feels a hollowness within – something no amount of eating or drinking or fighting can fill.

And it’s entirely his fault.

You sit across the table from him, sipping at a near-empty glass of wine and discussing something inaudibly with Usopp. He can’t quite read your expression from where he’s seated, but you look interested enough in the conversation. 

And if it’s obvious to himself that he’s keeping you at arm’s length, it’s clear to anyone with a working conscience that he’s doing his utmost to avoid you. The many longing gazes from his peripheral do not go unnoticed, but he dares not to look – for the hurt in your eyes would crush him and sear and stain into his soul.  A far-flung difference from the camaraderie that came before all of this, when the two of you were rarely found an inch too far apart from one another – and now Zoro can’t even look you in the eye. After his many imagined intimate rendezvous,how could he?

With you distracted, he lets his eye wander across your face, to the length of your arm, down to the glass pinched between your fingers – but it comes to rest upon your lips. He watches, transfixed on the flight peek of your tongue behind your teeth when you speak, how your lips twist with each syllable, how they purse when you’re in thought, and the way they stretch across your cheeks when you smile.

Zoro’s throat tightens, a sharp dagger of guilt carving into his chest. He forces his stare to the table, the tiniest sliver of your form still lingering in the corner of his vision. You’ve journeyed this far, fought, bled, and laughed together. And now, for once, he’s unable to find the words to say.

The weight of his inaction bears down on him, leaving him listless. The only respite he’s found is in the distraction of a battle, a thudding, a clash, steel ringing against steel. In those moments, he’s alive, he’s focused, and the words that plague his every waking thought cease to exist. But without the battle, Zoro is left with nothing but the echoes of unspoken desires.

His hand trembles, gripping his mug of ale as he brings it to his lips. The bitterness of the brew does little to quell the fire in his chest. He’s a swordsman, a pirate – not a poet, bard, or a man of words. It’s a mess of feelings. Lust, want, longing, love, all these indescribable sensations that only serve to make Zoro feel weak and helpless and vulnerable when faced with them. He feels like a coward, daring never to speak to you again, never to confess his feelings, and never pulling you into his arms and kissing you senseless.

Zoro’s eye meets yours for one singular fleeting moment, the intensity of the connection making his heart race. He knows he can’t keep up this charade, this dance of avoidance – but how does one even confess to these feelings? How does one bridge the gap between comrade and lover? He scratches his chin, trying to come up with a solution, but all he can think of is a single, frustrating fact: he can’t keep running.

Whether it’s every empty bottle he’s seen the bottom of tonight, the last of his resolve wearing thin, or just the sheer guilt of it all that drives him suddenly to his feet, he isn’t sure. Inhaling one of the deepest breaths he’s ever taken, he silently trudges around the table to where you’re seated.

At first, he hovers awkwardly so as to not interrupt the conversation you’re having. Both hands come to rest at either side of the back of your chair and he can feel his pulse through his fingertips on the wood – and when you tilt your head up to look at him, a curious smile twitching at the edges of your cheeks, he cracks.

Zoro clears his throat and forces his gaze. “I need to talk to you for a sec.”

His voice is hoarse as he asks, and he hopes you can’t hear the nerves that lie beneath his words. Surprised by how much he’s sweating and how his heart races against his ribcage, he swallows to regain some semblance of composure.

“It’s important,” he adds, trying not to stumble over his thoughts. It’s a pitiful excuse, but all that comes to mind amidst the maelstrom of emotion in his head.

“Oh, yeah – of course!” You reply with raised brows and begin to stand. Zoro allows you the room to move, taking a step back from the table. “Sorry, Usopp,” you say as you turn and give him a weak shrug, “Remind me where we left off later?”

“No prob!” The sniper shoots a thumbs-up and the two of you exchange a wave before you turn to follow Zoro away from the lively table and out of the tavern.

Zoro leads you to a quiet spot by the docks nearby, where the salty scent of the sea mingles with the faint tang of fish and the distant hum of the island. He can’t bring himself to look at you, electing instead to focus on the water and the twinkling reflection of the night sky in the soft waves.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly, taking a few steps toward him and assuredly taking note of his hesitance. “What’s up?”

“I missed you,” Zoro replies, fixated on the sigh of the shifting tides lapping at the wooden posts below. “A lot.”

“I missed you too, Zoro, but what’s so urgent?” The concern in your tone is apparent and caring, and normally works to soothe him when his mind runs rampant – but this moment, this situation he finds himself in, it does the opposite.

“No,” Zoro shakes his head, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I missed you - differently from the others.”

“Differently?”

Zoro’s jaw clenches, and part of him wants to jump into the ocean and swim as far away from the island as his arms will take him. The honest admission hangs heavy on his tongue, the weight of the years of denial suddenly threatening to push it out. He pauses, opens and closes his mouth a few times, then finally, with a shaky exhale, he looks you straight in the face.

“I love you.”

The admission hangs between you, the weight of years of suppression. Zoro shifts his weight from one foot to the other, twinges of regret creeping up the nape of his neck.  It takes you a moment to reply, and considering the nature of the confession, it's reasonable. Zoro's nerves feel like hot coals beneath his skin as he watches your face for any sign of an answer.

“...for real?” Your gentle response fills his entire being with a wistful spark of hope.

Zoro's fingers curl into fists. "Yes, for real," he confirms, still not looking up. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, a heavy, leaden weight. All his hopes and fears rest on the outcome of this conversation. He's unsure if he could handle rejection, but he can't go back to the pretense any longer. Zoro swallows, tasting bile at the back of his throat. "I should've told you before now, but I... I'm an idiot.” He lets out a humorless laugh, his voice quiet.

He isn’t sure when you move, but a smaller, softer hand wraps around his – and in an instant, he feels himself relax into your touch. Zoro relaxes his grip, allowing your fingers to entwine with his.

He snaps his gaze towards you, his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears. You peer at him, a sweet, crooked smile on your lips and a blush across your face. And when your free hand finds purchase on his cheek, Zoro finds himself leaning in. 

You meet him halfway in a genuine, tender kiss that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through him. Zoro's arms wrap around you and pull you close. The world around falls away as you both delight in the embrace. The kiss is gentle, delicate, and filled with longing. It floods him with an unexpected warmth – and for once, he can't think of the past or the future. He's simply lost in the present moment.

When you finally pull away, Zoro can't help but lean into your palm on his cheek with a bit of a dazed smile on his face. Holding onto your hand, his other hand slowly moves to cup your cheek in return. His heart is pounding, his mind a blank slate tinged with overwhelming happiness. He's lost in your gaze, unable to speak, but he doesn't need to. The moment says everything.

"Do you know how much I missed you?" you murmur, lips ghosting his and thumb trailing upward to gently trace the lower half of the scar that now covers his right eye. "How often I thought of you?"

And then you say it - the words he's only imagined hearing you speak.

"I love you, too.”

Zoro's chest tightens, a lump forming in his throat as he meets your gaze, his heart swelling. Words fail him, the raw emotion in his gut silences his voice.  A slow smile spreads across his lips, a look of awe and joy shadowing his features. He doesn't need words. The simple fact that you feel the same is enough to fill him with warmth and peace. 

Leaning in again, Zoro captures you in another deep kiss – a deep and soulful kiss that speaks volumes. He's consumed by the feeling of being with you, of finally being able to express his love. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer, and he kisses you with all the passion and longing he's suppressed for far too long.

You sigh into him, the sound willingly swallowed by Zoro’s growing hunger. Arms wrap around his shoulders and you press yourself into him, the opened-mouthed kiss quickly turning into a twist of tongues dancing together in a frenzied rhythm with audible smacks of saliva mixing with each meeting of your lips. His hand clutches your hair more firmly, his other hand slipping around her waist to pull you impossibly closer.

The gesture is all-consuming, a whirlpool of desire and affection that leaves him lightheaded. For the first time in years, he feels like he's truly alive, his heart beating in perfect harmony with yours.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Zoro's lips ghost over your jawline, trailing down to your collarbone as he breathes in your scent, savoring every moment. He wants to memorize the taste, the feel, and the sound of your breath as his hands roam over your body, his heart beating a furious tempo.

You let out a small gasp when his lips touch your sensitive flesh, your body reacting to his every move. Goosebumps raise in the wake of his fingertips as he nibbles at your neck, causing your grip to tighten and for you to moan softly into his ear. 

Part of Zoro wants to take you here and now, but what remains of his will stops him. He growls into your neck and lifts you up fully and, – with a little assistance from you –  heads in the direction of the ship anchored nearby. The others wouldn't be back for a while, so why not take advantage of the privacy?

You’re weightless in his arms as he carries you away from the bustle of the small island village and towards the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Zoro can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants as you kiss and nip along his neck, giggling in his ear when he retaliates with a playful squeeze to your rear and a rumbling growl against your skin.

He wastes little time pushing the door to the men’s quarters open with the tip of his boot, his grip on your hips tightening when he moves to lift you onto the nearest bunk, one hand still clutching your waist while the other travels up under your shirt to caress your chest, deft hands making quick work of unhooking your bra and tossing it aside to be forgotten.

Zoro’s breathing hitches, his eyes dark and lustful as he dips his head to suckle at the swell of your breast. He can feel himself twitching against your thigh, and despite his inexperience, he wants nothing more than to please you. 

He kisses down your body, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue while his hand roams, finding your core already soaked with desire. He pauses, fingers grazing over your clothed slit and feeling you shiver in pleasure. Zoro murmurs your name, and snakes his fingers beneath the waistband of both your shorts and panties before sliding them down your legs in one motion, leaving you naked and bared before him. His own pants follow suit, quickly discarded next to yours.

Zoro's hand finds its way between your thighs again, spreading your folds with ease, and he lowers his head to kiss you once more, his tongue probing your mouth as his fingers gently stroke your clit, drinking in your soft moans.

"Show me." He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. His expression is a loving one, though she notes the slightest bit of hesitance in his words.

Show me how you like it.

You nod and guide his fingers, taking two of the large digits and easing them in circles on your clit. "Not too rough, though," you say patiently, letting go of him with a soft sigh and an encouraging smile. 

Zoro hums in acknowledgment, his thumb and forefinger doing as you ask, the slickness of your pussy allowing his fingers to move easily as he continues to tease at your clit. His other hand rests on your hip, steadying you as his thumb rolls over the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting small moans from you. 

Zoro brushes the tip of his finger against your entrance in an experimental move, and by the way you wreathe and whine, he's urged to continue his work. He slides one past your folds and inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Shit–" You sputter out between breathless sighs of desire. "Feels really good..."

One finger becomes two, your inner walls clenching around them as he scissors them in and out of your pussy. There's a wet slosh of sound coming from where you meet, your wetness audibly coating his fingers and dripping down down his wrist. 

Zoro's breath hitches at the sound of your pleasure, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your reaction. He's entranced by how your body responds to him, and he can't help but lick his lips as he continues to finger you. He adds a third, the stretch making you gasp and tighten around him.

His pace increases, his fingers swirling and thrusting within you, and he watches as your body writhes and arches beneath him. He can feel the tension building in you, the way your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed.

"Do you want me inside you?" Zoro asks, his voice low and thick with need. He's anxious to give you pleasure, but he's struggling to keep himself from joining his fingers inside you.

"Please," you whine, eyes wide and watery with pleasure but red hot with the need for more. "Need you, Zoro."

Zoro's heart beats wildly in his chest, his own need for you overwhelming as he pulls his fingers from your slick warmth and licks them clean before sitting back on his heels to position himself between your legs. He lines his cock up with your entrance and looks into your eyes, the passion reflected in his own.

Without warning, he thrusts forward, plunging deep into your tightness. You're hot and wet around him, and he lets out a growl of satisfaction as he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment, allowing you both to adjust and to revel in the feeling of being connected. He pulls back, slowly at first, then picks up the pace as he leans over you, the headboard digging into the wall with each forceful thrust. Zoro's eyes never leave yours, his gaze locked as if he's trying to absorb every detail of your expression.

Each stroke of his cock against your walls feels heaven-sent, and the taste of you that lingers on his tongue drives him crazy with want. Nails dig into the flesh of his triceps and your back arches, a song of passion belting from between your lips, a serenade made for him and him alone.

Zoro grunts at the sound of your pleasure, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious as he watches your reaction, the sight of you so lost in ecstasy driving him to the brink. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he pounds into you, the sweat glistening on your skin as your bodies collide.

The moonlight trickling in from the window illuminates your body below him. It's a sight better than anything he could dream, your face contorting in bliss and ecstasy, hands clinging harshly onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. Savoring a feeling that neither wants to forget.

"You're so fucking perfect." Zoro growls, leaning over you to kiss you feverishly, his tongue seeking yours as he fucks you. He can feel the tension building, the way your body tenses and your nails dig into his skin, and he knows you're close. He wants to give you this moment, wants to make you cum as much as he wants to feel it himself.

"Come on," he urges, his voice thick with lust. "Let go for me." The words were a warning, a promise that he wasn't going to last much longer..Zoro increases the pace of his assault, his own release imminent as he watches your face, your eyes half-lidded and flushed with pleasure. Together, you move, driven by the primal need for release.

Zoro's thumb meets your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the speed of his ministrations. The dual stimulation pushes you over the edge, crying out butchered attempts at his name as your body convulses around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Zoro can't hold back any longer, feeling his own climax building as he watches you.

With a roar, he lets go, burying himself deep as he cums, the spasms of your walls milking him as he shudders and groans into your ear, seed spilling inside of you. He pants heavily, leaning over you as he rests on his forearms, his forehead meeting yours. He stays like that long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips before collapsing atop you with a very exhausted, but very relieved sigh. 

You breathlessly hold him close. Cradling his sweaty form to your chest, one hand makes its way into his moss-green tresses to lightly scratch at his scalp. Zoro lets himself relax, letting out a sigh and nestling into your shoulder. He closes his eyes, feeling thoroughly sated in your embrace.

Zoro pulls out of you eventually, gently rolling off your body to rest. He pulls you into his side as he nuzzles into your hair. "I love you." He whispers, his voice soft and tender and almost unrecognizable.

Snuggling into his side, your hand still lazily strokes his head. "I love you too," you reply, voice equally tender, and a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Your soft touch and tender words soothe Zoro, your shared connection cemented in the aftermath of passion. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, a smile still lingering on his lips. The words you whispered echo in his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest – and together, in each other's arms, you find peace.

#one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #one piece x reader smut #zoro smut #one piece imagine #x reader #fem reader #rattling the bars of my cage!!!!!!! RAAAAAAAAGH I LOVE ZORO SO MUCHHHHH

[allmyocsarebritish]

Confessions

Pairing: Velvette X reader

Warnings(?): a bit rushed, i had a dream about Vel and this is what came of it, my share pony is called Velvet so this was a little odd ngl

Your close friendship with Velvette allowed you to see a side of her contrasting the way she presented herself to the rest of hell. It was nice, to see her acting sweet and soft, doting on her best friend.

Almost loving.

Although that was most likely your imagination, right? Of course: you slept in the same bed at sleepovers every night; shared a ridiculously oversized wardrobe; were eachother's first kiss; and spent all day practically glued at the hip, but that was just friendship. Right? You weren't stupid: you knew of your feelings for the young overlord. But the thought of them being reciprocated felt so inconceivable that you pushed down any hope of something more than friendship.

You sat cross-legged on Vel's queen-sized bed, the immaculate fuchsia sheets crisp and cool beneath you. On the other side of her luxurious room, Velvette sat at her dresser, mindlessly scrolling on her phone whilst waiting for her straighteners to heat enough to use.

"You know," you began, catching her attention as she turned her head to look at you. "I don't know why you insist on using those every day. I like your hair the way it is naturally."

"Are you questioning my sense of style, Y/N?" She asked, though her wide grin betrayed her attempt to seem offended. "Anyone but you would be dead for that, babe."

You tried not to show the way heat flushed your cheeks at the nickname. However, Vel being Vel noticed immediately.

"Aww, what's the matter? Flustered?" She taunted you, hopping off her chair and waltzing over. Your thoughts began to whirr at her words, were you so obvious? Did she know how you felt about her? You felt a tiny dip in the bed as Velvette sat next to you.

"Who, me? Pfft, no!" You decided to play into it, joining her in the banter. "It's just warm in here."

"It's cause I'm here." You scoffed at her 'joke', rolling your eyes. In a way that couldn't be any less subtle if you tried, you decided to stand up at that moment, mumbling something about checking her straighteners weren't overheating. As luck would have it, they were just about ready to use.

"They're done, Vel." You told her, turning around and making eye contact. Her face was mostly neutral, though there was a just noticeable hint of confusion and racing thoughts behind her expression. You felt the nerves sieze you at the prospect of her catching onto you, but you suppressed them, not wanting to draw out the awkwardness of the conversation. Vel slowly pushed herself off the bed and made her way over to you, uncharacteristically reserved.

Velvette sat down on the chair at her dresser, facing away so that you had complete access to her hair, but you stepped in front of her.

"What's on your mind?" You gently poked her forehead, hoping you hadn't made her uncomfortable with your barely concealed feelings. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge, and you could swear your racing heartbeat was audible. The silence was drawn out and you began to panic.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don't want to, V." You decided to give her space, pivoting so you once again stood behind her.

You gently gathered her hair and began to get to work on styling it, exceptionally careful not to pull or snag, and gently running your fingers through her soft curls.

Velvette was always observant, able to pick up on signs of how others were feeling. She did it at the overlord's meeting with Carmilla, she did it when communicating a business pitch, she did it when around Vox and Val - their moods were the most unpredictable. But you confused her, and it was incredibly frustrating for the young overlord. She couldn't interpret the inconsistent signals you emitted, and she was too scared of losing you to assume. Her pride refused to allow her to admit this however, so she continued to question in silence for as long as possible. Her need for attention led to attempts at dropping hints herself, but you were either oblivious or dismissive, and she was reaching the end of her tether.

"How do you feel about me?" Her question caught you off guard and you stopped in your tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights. (aLaStOr MenTiOnEd?!?!) Oh, now you were certain she was onto you. You swallowed thickly, aware that there was no going back from this. However, you still continued your vain attempt to play cool.

"I think that I'm honoured to have you as my best friend, you're smart, successful-"

"That's not answering the question."

Shit.

"Vel, I-" you took a deep breath. Now or never.

"I really like your stupid face and I couldn't live without it."

The drawn out silence lead you to question if maybe you said the wrong thing. Until it was broken by Vel's light-hearted laugh, one reserved for only you.

"I love you, you daft sod."

"I love you too." You grinned, smiling at her as she turned around in her chair. Velvette opened her arms and you slot in them, embracing her tightly and allowing relief to wash over you.

"But call my face stupid again and I'll drop you off in cannibal town."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin vees x reader #hazbin hotel vees x reader #the vees #the vees x reader #the vees x you #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #velvette x reader #hazbin velvette x reader #hazbin hotel velvette imagine #hazbin imagine

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei PART TWO

After months of mutual attraction, Hiei will ultimately confess— out of anger.

gender neutral. sfw. fluff. angst. (also, cliff hanger bc i literally blanked)

PART 1 is not required for this, but I highly recommend reading for more fluff ! <3

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𓆩⟡𓆪 After Hiei finally realizes he is utterly smitten, he finds himself stuck in a weird predicament. He's kind of like, "Okay, what now?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 At times, he often wonders why you aren’t intimidated by his cold demeanor. What did you see in him that others didn’t? Or rather, what did he see in you that made him so attached? Trying to put all the pieces together only made him think of you more, and he can’t seem to come up with any sensible answers. It was an insufferable cycle.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Most people would give up and accept their fate. Not Hiei. He won’t welcome these feelings with open arms. No, he’d rather fight and conquer!

𓆩⟡𓆪 But….every time you greet him with a smile or wave him goodbye, he feels content. Such an ordinary interaction would make his sour mood disappear. It didn’t matter if he remained silent in response. You were persistent, unmoved by his rudeness. Were you able to tell that he actually liked the attention? He hoped not.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei naturally gravitates towards you, oddly feeling the need to stay close. His Jagan Eye can easily keep track of your whereabouts, but he prefers close proximity. He basks in the feeling of your body heat. Dare he say it was therapeutic. With little effort, he is in tune with every part of you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Whenever you’re engaged in conversation, he picks up little details of your daily life (another perk of staying close by). Don’t be too flattered, though. He’s still searching for something that’ll make him dislike you, even if he fails every time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei is a wild card. Just as you begin to think he feels nothing for you, he does something unexpected. One night, you accidentally found yourself separated from the group while on a mission. It was rather chilly, and you were shivering from the harsh winds. Hiei randomly showed up beside you, tossing his cloak over your head. “I can hear your teeth chattering from miles away. Don’t you humans know how to check the weather?”

𓆩⟡𓆪 No matter how unconcerned he appears to be, Hiei is always watching out for you. With his fast reflexes, he prevents you from losing your balance before you can even stumble over your feet or bump into something. He usually grabs your forearm or sleeve to stabilize you. The physical contact sends sparks between you two, but neither of you comment on it. His hand feels strangely warm after touching you. He can’t even bring himself to tease or scold you for nearly falling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As mentioned, Hiei can be unpredictable. The romantic pinning is stronger than ever, but he’s still annoyed by it. For someone who has never experienced love before, he is taking it pretty hard. His feelings have festered to the point of frustration, and he feels vulnerable.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei is so fed up with the back and forth that he ultimately decides to ignore you for good. Out of nowhere, he started acting like you didn’t exist. He put zero effort into holding a conversation, and sometimes, he was just plain rude, telling you to go away or walking right past you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Kurama notices the awkward tension and tries to bring it up, but Hiei dismisses his concerns immediately. He figured that if he kept his distance, he would eventually forget about you. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. Acknowledging his feelings would make them real, and that’s the last thing he wanted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 While Hiei did all of this to protect himself, you’re left hurt by the abrupt change. He treats most people rudely, but you thought he at least tolerated you to some extent. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to spare you a passing glance. You decided to confront him one day when you two were conveniently left alone (thank Kurama)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Initially, he was hostile, glaring at your figure. “If you truly believe there’s something between us, you’re sadly mistaken.” His words cut deep. He never spoke to you so harshly, but he sounded completely serious.

𓆩⟡𓆪 When you mentioned how much pain he caused you, it surprised him. He assumed he loved you far more than you could ever love him. But as you continued to vent, voice cracking and tears spilling, Hiei was incredibly confused. It wasn’t his intention to hurt you. He simply wanted to detach himself from you and return to his normal ways.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Witnessing your break down caused him to snap. He couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, and everything came out at once.

“You think I wanted to fall for you, a foolish human who can’t even tell when someone cares for them?”

“Your face is constantly invading my thoughts. I can’t even focus on anything else, but you’re the one crying? Ridiculous.”

“Just being away from you torments me. You couldn’t possibly understand. I’m doing this for my own sake.”

“Stop looking at me like that…”

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extra:

Even after this intense confession, Hiei still avoids you like the plague.

#can you tell that i like slow burns :D ? #ANYWAY HOW’D I DO ON THE DIALOGUE 😂 #i struggle to think of things Hiei will say #he’s so sassy #hiei #hiei jaganshi #anime x reader #fanfiction #hiei x reader #hiei yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho headcanons #yu yu hakusho x reader #yyh #yyh hiei #yyh x reader #yyh fanfiction #yu yu hakusho hiei #yu yu hakusho fandom #yu yu hakusho fanfiction

[scarletevening]

who would first and how they would confess [ blue lock headcannons ]

Including: Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachria Meguru, Kunigami Rensuke

cw: gn reader

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Him, but probably as an accident. Listening to you ramble about something or another when the look in his eyes turns warm, welcoming a sense of infatuation you never noticed before. Isagi wanted to be the one to say it, to show you how much you truly meant to him, how he noticed every detail about you, the changes in your hair, the slight tire from staying up studying, he noticed everything, and he hoped you did the same for him. That infatuation brought you to look a little deeper than before. Maybe it was the way his lips pouted, and his eyes never left yours, the way his hand gently moved to capture yours. Isagi’s eyes held such grace of warmth that it never felt the same when you looked him in the eye, glad to say he was suave enough to say it in three words. 

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

You, the lazy bastard only burning your face into that (incapable to confess) consciousness of his. Nagi was never one for words, but he couldn’t seem to shut up when it came to you, spending all your lunchtime using his mouth to blabber rather than chew. Something you could have never expected from a guy as sluggish as him. But the passion he had for you burned the same way it did for football. Nagi never wanted to let you go, let alone lose you. So when the conversation steered to another man, his dodgy phrase went along as, “Forget him, I’m the only one you need to focus on”. The cherry tint on his cheeks gave you enough to infer, a grin to return to his jealousy. “I like you Seishiro, I don’t need him”. His eyes glistened as they shot up to stare at you, filled with fluster as he realized you beat him to the punch.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Him. It would be at a random instance, no day of the year in particular, just a day. The best of it was his setup. Bachira was a passionate man when it came to his interests, one of them being you. Of course, the two of you had been getting along quite easily, and with a person as fascinating as him, you could hardly call yourself bored at any moment with him, because it was always unpredictable. Keeping up with the prestige of unpredictability was hard, but determination never left Bachira. So the day he showed up at your house, early in the morning when even the birds were asleep, he knocked on your door and handed you a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers, a surprisingly cohesive set at that. Before you could even question him on his antics, he spoke, “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I like you,” His adorable lopsided grin made your heart chatter, as your flush faced his in the crook of his neck.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Him, trying to fit his superhero model, he pushed past his biggest fear, the fear of rejection. The two of you had been friends and knew each other plenty, but the growing swell of his heart made him too nervous to sacrifice his cherished friendship with you. You were a sunshine he couldn’t bear to think of having removed from his life, but at the same time, he would do anything to keep you in it forever. He wanted it to be forever, beyond just a friendship. When the two of you walked home from the snack shop, back to the computer café, he decided to stop you. The sunset gleams behind your perfect face, bringing out every feature of refined beauty. Your head tilted slightly, confused and curious at his sudden request, “Let’s talk,” but he was too preoccupied with your charm. “Well,” He let out a deep breath, he really was beginning to regret his impulse, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” What. His eyes went wide as he realized what he said, and quickly took in the sheer anguish. Your charming eyes quickly bore tears as you hung your head. “Not like that!” He hid his face in his hands, not daring to peek as you whipped up to look at him, noticing to bright red tips of his ear. “I like you...” 

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ok so the sukuna story is coming along... but im not sure about continuing head cannons/short drabbles like this so please lmk!!

#PLEASEEE #LEAVEEE #REQUESTSSSS #desperate #idk what to write anymoreeee #bllk #bllk headcanons #bllk imagines #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro #nagi #isagi #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kunigami #kunigami rensuke #chigiri #isagi x reader #nagi x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #cute #fluff #romance #confession #bluelock #blue lock #anime #x reader #headcannons

[azyexia1]

Starry Serenity (Astarion)

Summary: You (Tav) & Astarion go on a gate within the city of Baldur's Gate.

Word Count: 378.

Pairing: Astarion & Gender Neutral reader.

Warnings: None this is just a cute little fluffy scenario :3

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In the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, a sense of serenity had settled over the once chaotic streets. Astarion, once a vampire trapped in his own darkness, had achieved a newfound freedom. No longer bound by his vampiric nature, he and Tav, the valiant leader who had stood by his side through thick and thin, found themselves in an unexpected moment of tranquility.

On a mild evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Astarion nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He stood outside a quaint little café, its tables adorned with flickering candles that danced with a gentle breeze. He had asked Tav out on a date, and though he had faced enemies more terrifying than he could count, asking Tav had been a feat that rivaled any battle.

Tav arrived, a smile gracing their features as they spotted Astarion waiting. Their eyes met, and Astarion felt his heart skip a beat. Tav's presence had always brought him a sense of calm, and yet, in this moment, he was acutely aware of how much they meant to him.

"Hey," Tav greeted, the warmth of their voice melting away Astarion's nerves.

"Hello," Astarion replied, offering a half-smile that he hoped concealed his jumbled emotions.

They were led to a cozy corner table, where the soft glow of candles illuminated their faces. The menu lay between them, but their gazes remained locked on each other. Astarion cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Ahem, I must confess, I'm not quite as familiar with dining establishments that don't involve draining blood," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

Tav chuckled in response, their laughter like a melody that eased Astarion's nerves. "Well, lucky for you, this place doesn't serve blood. Just delicious food and drinks."

Astarion relaxed into the conversation, and as they shared stories and laughter, he found himself opening up in ways he hadn't before. Tav listened with genuine interest, their eyes never leaving his face. It was a feeling of vulnerability he had never experienced as a vampire, and yet, he realized he wouldn't trade it for anything.

After dinner, they took a leisurely stroll through the moonlit streets of Baldur's Gate. Astarion couldn't help but steal glances at Tav, who seemed to glow in the soft illumination. They stopped by a small park, where a clear view of the starlit sky unfolded above them.

"It's beautiful," Tav said, their gaze fixed on the celestial display.

Astarion looked at Tav, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words. "Indeed, it is. But you, Tav, you outshine even the brightest stars."

Tav turned to him, their cheeks tinged with a blush. "You have quite the way with words, Astarion."

He reached for Tav's hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. "Only when I'm speaking the truth."

As they stood there, hand in hand, beneath the canopy of stars, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. The scars of their pasts had shaped them, but in this moment, they were just two individuals connecting in the simplest yet most profound way.

In the city that had seen its fair share of darkness, Astarion and Tav had found a light that illuminated the path ahead. Their date was a new beginning, a chapter written in the tapestry of their shared journey. And as they gazed at the stars, they couldn't help but wonder what other adventures awaited them in this unpredictable world.

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Again, let me know if you have any scenarios you would like me to write about this gorgeous boy.

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #astar #fluff #romance #date

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Snippet of 5th division Takemichi!

This is just a little drabble, like a snippet on a story that for know I only have notes about but I'll write someday. I just have 2 oneshots and one chapter to finish for starting with the wips that are just pages of notes for now, yuhu!

(promising this to myself)

I read a fic a few months ago with this idea and well, it was hilarious and I started thinking in what type of AU this could work, one trying to also save everyone and go to the plot of the different arcs. Did I say before thatt Tokyo Revengers is my Roman Empire? I wasn't joking. The other wip I have is time-leaper Manila Izana going through tenjiku arc. Fix it fics that, like canon, will be heavy on the angst but with happy ending (yes, me, doing happy endings, I know but did I say it will be heavy on the angst? Because the Izana one... He needs to learn a lot, oopsie)

For understanding the drabble, a few basics:

It's based on an AU where Takemichi jumps to the day when he met Mikey after shaking hands with him in Bonten. And let's pretend our dear Michi actually catched up Sanzu's name and was thinking in something more than Mikey for a second, okay?

Things happened and after saving Draken he asked to be put in the 5th division because reasons (Sanzu, knowing that Mucho is a traitor, knowing that well, he knows a lot about conspiracies that will happen in Toman so maybe this is not such a bad idea even if he's scared of his captain and vice-captain, right?)

A lot of things will happened for get to this point, but after some months of Sanzu knowing about Takemichi being a time-leaper, he finally opens up with the truth about tl0 (yes, he's a little shit and doesn't say anything for months but he has trusting issues, okay? Let him alone xD). Obviously, there will be chapters with Sanzu's POV, for plot reasons (not because I love writting his mental breakdowns, nops).

So... I think that's it. Ah, this conversation is happening in some point of Tenjiku arc, I'm still deciding what to do with this arc, but Takemichi changed enough things. So Mucho goes to Tenjiku alone and now Sanzu is the captain of the 5th division. With Takemichi as a vice-captain, poor crybaby.

Warnings: NONE! I almost don't believe it myself, but this is just comfort. Because it's a small scene that came to my mind and made me smile and I'm having a soft day, so I thought, why not write it?

(he's so pretty and I'm so normal about it, yeps)

At this point, Takemichi already learned a few things about his captain and how to tell the subtle changes on his expressions. He was sure Sanzu hided even more under the mask, but it wasn't that easy to see him without it. So he could see that the other boy was more absent, that his eyes weren't really looking at anything. And Takemichi had a hunch about the reason, he was just trying to find a way to talk about it without getting punch. Or worse, to be honest sometimes he still find the scarred boy a little too unpredictable.

“You know, some days when I wake up, I'm not even sure what time line is it. And I'm always afraid to discover the truth, to discover I fucked up and went back to Manila. Or Bonten.”

Some days, he still feels Mikey's body getting cold on his hands. Or see him getting pale with Emma doing the same. Dead inside in the hospital, the same empty eyes Takemichi saw in that abandoned bowling-alley. But that's an image the other doesn't need, the scarred boy has his own nightmares with Mikey on it. Absolute void in those darks eyes, more than he's able to imagine.

Sanzu gives him a weird look that already feels like a victory, he's looking at him. That's something, right?

“For what you said, I'm sure that Bonten wasn't that bad.” The pinkette snickers. “But, yeah... I get what you mean. It's like anything feels...real.”

The last part is almost like a whisper, like he was afraid of confessing it.

“Exactly.” The blonde smiles brightly, he knows he shouldn't be this easy to read, but he can't really avoid it. “It feels nice to have some one to talk about it that actually understands. With the rest of people that known before, I was always afraid they'll start thinking I was going crazy for saying this type of stuff.”

Aquamarine pair of eyes wide with the last words, like he suddenly understood what his vice-captain was trying to do. What he did, actually.

“I still hate you. Don't start thinking we're friends or some shit like that.”

It sounds almost like a bark, but Takemichi knows better after the last months. So he just laughs, happy with being able to cross another one of his captain walls. He promised to both of them, that he'll save him too.

And he will. Because this time, he'll save everyone. This time, he actually understands what is happening with Mikey.

So he'll save everyones asses, even the ones that don't want to be saved. Specially that ones.

#me writing🌻 #is takemichi really going to save everyone? discover it in the chapters i still have to write! #5th division takemichi #snippet fic #tokyo revengers fic #drabble #comfort #hanagaki takemichi #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu still hates him a lot lot lot #but it's fine bc michi is an optimistic #it will have maitake and i'm thinking in how to make musan not ending up tragic as fuck for once #but some previous delusional unrequited harumai will happened too #katana-chan will never miss the party either #who knows how but sanzu already has it so i have to do something about it #tokyo revengers spoilers

[ohshy]

Feelin kinda down so fuck it- how about some burnt bread hcs if you got any?

If not, how about disco kid?

~ fan-mans

hope u feel better soon bro ! also HELL YEAH BURNT BREAD !!!!!!!! one of my favorites :3

so where does it all begin? well.... (under the cut bc its Long)

aran didnt actually have to use any of dirty tricks to take joe down, so they didn't start off on that bad of a foot, or a bad foot at all. (fighting is par for the course for this sport, of course.)

that being said though, you still see n hear things ab eachother, and have assumptions as a result. Aran initally sees joe as a snobby, wimpy man, and joe aran as a scary, unpredictable brute.

eventually, however, aran starts looking at joe... a little differently. he pranks him a lot because yknow. its funny. but joe doesnt seem to mind it at all... in fact, he takes his pranks really well, and it makes aran see strong joe is in a way and how much of a sense of humor he has.

joe at the other hand, noticed that aran, outside the ring, was actually fairly tame, outside of his pranks of course. it helped a lot with mellowing his perception of him. combine this joe's many hobbies and aran's try-everything attitude, and youve got the start of a click !

news of their little budding relationship spreads around the minor- and world circuit, and kaiser begins to take notice ab how joe talks ab aran, how hed normally b horrified at the prospect of him being anywhere NEAR him.

so one day, in all his eternal german grace, he says...

''well if you love him so much, why don't you two kiss, hm?''

and joe hadnt gotten that thought out of his head since.

as for disco kid hcs, ive already told most of them so ill talk ab how the minor circuit reacted to joe wanting to confess to aran instead !!

disco, albeit kinda scared of aran, is ecstatic for joe, wishes him luck and wants to know EVERYTHING about how it went afterward

i imagine hippo would be pretty whatever about it. guy isnt too concerned ab peoples love lifes. wishes him luck like disco tho.

meanwhile kaiser? ''Eh, it is your funeral''

I imagine the world circuit wouldn't be as close with eachother seeing as how theyre busier n likely more hounded by journalists, but they do know in broad terms what goes on in the lives of eachother.

so macho catches wind of aran's crush, and he basically shittalks joe to arans face

''I know everyone's standards are too high for you, but joe's just a sad bar, even for you.''

Aran, not even reacting to the dig against him, starts ranting to macho about how joe is admirable as all hell for getting back up after 99 losses, and how that must mean he has a real love and respect for the sport. He even boldly exclaims that joe arguably works harder than macho, the victories who seems to come so easily to him.

macho eventually leaves, deciding aran's not worth his precious time.

aran then turns around, and OMG HE SEES JOE STANDING THERE !!!!!

anyway he heard all about what aran said (thats right, overhearing ooc conversations and miscommunication happening is OUT, overhearing conversations and gaining respect for someone is IN), and confesses right there and then. aran, hearing prolly the most romantic speech thats ever been directed to him in his entire life, is at a loss for words. He can't say anything other than ''of course, joey.''

and thats the start of their relationship :3

as for other misc hcs that dont fit anywhere else...

one time, when cleaning out aran's jacket pockets (joe's a bit of a neat freak), he found... a bunch of lint. But also !! he found a ton of crumpled up notes. They included phrases for the ring, comedic poems... but they also had affirmations for himself, about his family, but also about joe. joe, sans the lint, left the pockets as is. ever since then though, he's felt closer to him than ever.

joe will often try to pick up aran like a princess. considering hes still decently muscled, he can do it succesfully.

joe loves baking, especially bread, but aran will ALWAYS manage to set something on fire. think spencer from icarly.

they infodump to eachother ab their respective countries histories and folk tales, joe esp ab the former n aran ab the latter.

one time, joe and aran set out for a night walk. then, they (or rather aran) thought he heard a banshee screech. what they actually heard prolly was a car tire screeching in the distance. aran, however, was never the less scared SHITLESS and ran tf home, screaming highpitched. He had to be comforted by joe all night after they got home.

aran loves going to theme parks. he loves the rush. joe, however, hates the tall rides like the rollercoasters, n prefers the calmer rides like the teacups. They have a ''goes onto the rollercoaster alone'' x ''holds the persons stuff while theyre gone'' dynamic.

they rly like singing duets together, especially after a couple drinks. wine in joe's case and beer in arans case. theyve sang at macho's parties before as well, and needless to say they make for great entertainment.

aran often sends joe cursed memes n selfies that joe just Does Not understand

''aran, i will Not hold feet with you, zat's disgusting''

''come on joey..... do ye love me or not......''

#aran ryan #glass joe #burnt bread #punch out wii #punch out #hope u enjoy charlie !!!! had a lot of fun working on these #these two make my heart warm :3 #headcanons #monkey brain typing #asks #glass joe x aran ryan #aran ryan x glass joe

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

since i saw you mentioning some time ago you wanted to write more about RSV, i have one request with some characters from there (+ Haley because i love her), with a little scenario i imagined a few days ago and have been brainrotting about it ever since.

so could you write some (romantic) headcanons about Haley, Paula, Irene, Maddie and Daia with a farmer S/O who, ever since they first met, has never spoken not even once (communicating instead by writing what they wanted to say down or by ASL), but then one day they finally spoke for the first time, only to say a corny "i love you" and walk away like nothing happened.

if you can't, that's alrighty! have a good day!

Yay, more practice with Ridgeside Village headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask, dear anon! ❤️ I hope you're enjoying it 🫰

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Haley:

Haley was amused to realise that she and the strange Farmer who had arrived in the Valley recently had become a couple.

Even though they hadn't exchanged a word. And yet, even the strange and silent Farmer had managed to win the girl's heart.

Exchanging messages, letters.... The girl even learnt a little ASL to keep the conversation going. So there was no problem with communication.

But the fact that Farmer confessed their love to her at the most random moment - Haley was not even that surprised, because her love for Farmer was also growing every day.

But the fact that they'd spoken... with words? And just went about their farming business as if nothing had happened.

She had to stand there in complete shock for about five minutes before she finally woke up and caught up with Farmer.

Her happiness at hearing what they had said was mixed with a slight resentment that they had just left like that. She actually wants to declare her love too, alright.

Also she want kiss them. And hug them. And kiss them again. And she doesn't care if other villagers are looking at them right now.

Paula:

Oh, Paula knows ASL very well, so she had no problem communicating with Farmer. So day by day passed, the young people became friends and then even started dating.

Farmer was a frequent visitor to her clinic in Ridgeside Village (thankfully, this is most of the time, not because Farmer is injured), and so Paula got used to chatting occasionally behind the counter with her love.

And of course, sometimes you can get so chatty that you don't notice your silent lover saying "I love you" on the spot.

I love you too, sweetie- wait a minute...

The girl looked straight into Farmer's eyes for half a minute before they decided to leave the clinic.

???????

Okay, stop right here.

She heard that right, correct? Did they really say that in their own voice?

When Farmer nodded in confirmation, Paula only smiled softly and kissed them on the lips.

"You're so unpredictable...," there was no irritation or sarcasm in the girl's voice. Only tender affection and oh so much love.

Irene:

An ordinary day at Amethyne Mansion, and Irene is busy in the kitchen as usual.

A routine visit from a close friend of a wealthy family at Ridgeside Village, who happens to be Irene's lover. Irene's delighted that even though they're busy with their farm work, her lover has found time to visit her.

A gift from the Farmer for her, her favourite cake. Mmmm, so delicious....

Grateful Irene kissed Farmer on the cheek for such a tasty treat.

"I love you," said Farmer and left the kitchen, as they don't want to disturb Irene's business.

"And I love you, my dear," the girl immediately went back to stirring the dough in a bowl.... and almost dropped the bowl from her hands.

Did they... talk? Or was it that she had been near the hot oven for too long that now she was.... No, it's not hallucinations.

She had to drop everything and run to the farmer.

"Did you really say that?" When the Farmer nodded, poor Irene was overcome with a flood of emotions. She squeaked, laughed, jumped up and down, and even cried a little bit, until she finally hugged Farmer.

"I love you, too. Very much."

Maddie:

Maddie.exe stopped working.

W-what? Did she just hear that right?

From the look on Farmer's face, she heard it right after all.

...

What?!

They can't- They can't just say it like that, out of the blue, and walk away like nothing happened??? What the hell?! Come back here!

Maddie managed to catch up with the Farmer, grabbed them by the collar of their clothes and shook them like a ragdoll.

They can't just tell her "I love you" like that, after so many months of silence and letters and..... Oh, Maddie's so mad! Furious! She's gonna get them!

And before the Farmers could fear their beloved would punch them in the nose, Maddie kissed them. Sweet and passionate kiss.

Both stood looking into each other's eyes, cheeks red, breathing slightly hitched.

"I love you too, stupid. But don't scare me like that again, you hear me? Or else I'll really break your nose!" Maddie's tirade ended with a tight hug.

Her lover is so stupid... ❤️

Daia:

Daia was usually the one to make her partner look at her in shock, whether it was another dirty joke or just compliments.

This time, the Farmers were able to do the impossible - catch her in shock.

Did they actually say that... with their mouth? Her love said the words with their mouth?

"I love you"?

Poor Farmer didn't even have time to go anywhere before Daia immediately enclosed them in her arms.

"What a cinnamon bun you are! Decided to surprise me, huh? You such a cutie pie!"

Oh, Daia wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease Farmer, calling them such sweet and silly nicknames that their cheeks immediately turned pink.

However, the girl will abruptly stop teasing her lover, and kiss her gently on the cheek.

Jokes are jokes, but she is truly grateful and happy to hear their voice for the first time, and that it was words of declaration of love to her... Daia had never felt truly happy like this before.

"Thank you, dear... I love you too."

#stardew valley #ridgeside village #rsv #sdv #sdv headcanons #rsv headcanon #sdv haley #rsv maddie #rsv irene #rsv daia #rsv paula #thanks for the ask!

[libbystcwart]

I was reading an article where I saw that Boston ranked among the top 40 as one of the best cities to live in the US, and I bet Merrock would rank even higher than Boston if they included us in a list of best small towns. What do you think? @owenryder

#owen. #conversations • a little unpredictable i confess.

[brighteststar707]

Okay write something for yourself for the last promt if it's not taken already! <33

Surprise! Bonus fic!

Here's the thing. There was one last request that came in exactly one minute after the twelfth slot was filled with a combination that I have been thinking about since I first read it.

So, I decided to make an exception and write a thirteenth fic as a little treat to myself, because I think I deserve it.

(Thank you, @jumin-ssi for initially sending in this combination! It has been staring at me from my ask box every time I open it - I blame you for my mini Jumin brainrot)

Jumin loves reluctantly

He would be the first to tell you that he has it all. A successful career, a good relationship with his father, a fulfilling friendship with V, a beautiful cat. He doesn't want for anything, least of all love.

It seems like a waste of energy and time, time he would rather spend sipping wine, or admiring his view of the cityscape with Elizabeth by his side. He has seen what pursuing love did to his father, what it does to his company. He has seen first-hand the kinds of people who try to intrude on his peace, all desperate for a slice of his life with zero interest in the person behind it all. It's enough having to deal with it for work. At least, when he's charming someone into signing a contract, the company benefits.

When you first meet, he is indifferent about you. You're just an acquaintance, and if he has his way, you won't be more than that.

But life likes to play games, especially with people like Jumin.

You're strangely determined to talk to him. Even though he leaves the chatrooms without telling you goodbye and responds to your excitement at your newfound situation with suspicion.

He can't imagine what you're trying to gain, what the fun is in talking to someone who only gives you unsatisfactory answers. Usually, this routine is enough to shake off most people.

But you're stubborn. You phone him up just to wish him a good day at work, and then again later on to ask about how it went. You take whatever he gives and don't push for more, which is a strange new experience for him. When you're not asking questions, you're sharing small tidbits about yourself - the view from the apartment, your personal favourite place to eat in the city, your latest exchange with a potential party guest. He remembers everything you say (sometimes having a perfect memory has its downsides) and your calls often leave him thinking about you long after you've hung up.

It's very frustrating.

He tells himself he has it all. He doesn't need his perfectly-balanced life upset by someone, least of all you, with your unpredictable ways. He has never met someone so distracting, so capable of upsetting his routine with a single message.

He especially tells himself that when he catches himself imagining a conversation with you at work. While drafting up a new business idea, he pictures explaining it to you, his thought process, the pros and cons. His frustratingly perfect memory manages to produce a convincing imitation of your voice as he imagines how you'd reply.

He must have had too much coffee before leaving home, that is all. It's doing strange things to his head. He should keep that in mind for the future.

He pushes you from his mind and returns to the report, this time without your made-up commentary. He manages to get through it quickly but hesitates before sending it off to Jaehee. It's a matter of curiosity, that's all, that prompts him to take a picture of the report to send to you.

It's irritatingly satisfying how close your reactions are to the ones he had imagined. You like the main idea, but you have some questions about the execution (he knew you would, and already has his answer ready for you). What he didn't predict, though, was your thoughts on how to expand the idea to other aspects of the business. How interesting.

He ends up confessing that he had been wanting to hear your feedback while working. Your laugh over the phone stirs something up in his chest that his imagination could never replicate, and he quickly ends the call.

Most people's voices tend to become tiresome after prolonged exposure. Some are high-pitched and often veer into shrill. Others are frustratingly monotone; they somehow manage to turn the most fascinating subjects boring. However, yours is one he never seems to tire of. He ends his calls to you feeling a bit more energetic than he was before.

The effect you're having on his life is worrying. He has swapped out his usual wine for one out his collection with similar notes to one you told him was your favourite. He is too busy telling Elizabeth about your thoughts on her newest collar to enjoy the view of the city.

Caught up in his worry over the situation, he phones up V the second he comes online again to relay these recent happenings to him.

"I'm losing focus, Jihyun, and I'm wondering if you have a remedy for me."

To his bemusement, V laughs.

"Jumin, I think you've grown fond of our new party planner."

"I have not. Don't be ridiculous, you know I'm not fond of anybody."

"You're fond of me."

"You're an exception."

"Well, maybe they are too. Give them a chance, and if you're right you'll get to rub it in my face."

He would have ignored advice from anybody else, but V's words get to him. He wishes he would have given him advice he could more easily follow. Take a holiday, Jumin. Get Elizabeth more toys. At least those were more realistic than what he had suggested.

He thought he had it all. The money, the family, the friends, the cat. But he doesn't have you, and it's a problem that's becoming harder and harder to ignore.

In the end, he takes V's advice. He downs his glass of wine, picks up his phone and calls you. There is this strange fluttering sensation in his stomach as he listens to the ringing.

Eventually, you pick up. If you're surprised by his change in tone, you don't let on.

"Hello, I hope it's not too late to be calling. I was wondering if you'd like to come visit the penthouse tomorrow? Elizabeth is anxious to meet the person I keep telling her about."

#VD23 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger jumin han #jumin han #mysme jumin #mysme jumin han #my writing

[love-my-fictional-men123]

Title: Friendship's Unveiling: The Path to LoveSummary: Bucky Barnes and [Y/N] have been best friends for years, their bond unbreakable through thick and thin. As they navigate life together, their conversations delve into deeper territories, unveiling hidden feelings and bringing them closer than ever before.⸻Bucky Barnes and [Y/N] sat on the worn-out couch in their shared apartment, surrounded by stacks of books and empty mugs of coffee. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the window, painting the room in a soft, golden light."So, what's on your mind today, Buck?" [Y/N] asked, flipping through the pages of a novel she had been reading.Bucky leaned back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he pondered her question. "I've been thinking about life, [Y/N]. How unpredictable it is, you know? One moment everything seems clear, and the next, it's like we're lost in a maze."[Y/N] nodded in understanding, setting her book aside to give him her full attention. "Yeah, life can be like that sometimes. But no matter what happens, we'll always have each other to navigate through the twists and turns."Bucky smiled at her words, grateful for the comfort she always provided. "You're right, [Y/N]. I don't know what I'd do without you by my side."Their conversation drifted from one topic to another, spanning from their favorite childhood memories to their fears and aspirations for the future. They talked about everything and nothing, their words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions.As the night wore on, their conversation took a more introspective turn, delving into the depths of their hearts and uncovering hidden truths."[Y/N], there's something I've been meaning to tell you," Bucky confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.[Y/N] turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Buck?"Bucky took a deep breath, gathering his courage before speaking. "I... I think I'm in love with you, [Y/N]."A stunned silence filled the room as [Y/N] processed his words, her heart racing with a mix of emotions. "Bucky, I... I think I feel the same way."Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them as they realized that their friendship had blossomed into something more. And as they leaned in to share their first kiss, they knew that their journey along the path of love had only just begun.

Sorry I wasn’t able to post yesterday (I took so long for me to write this little thing but hope u like)💕🌸💘💕🌸🌸💕

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader

[ilynpilled]

Kinda unfair/or unpredictable question but do you think at some point in the next books Jaime and Daenerys will interact to a higher degree? Or better question -- do you think that's a good idea? Jaime has so much personal trauma with the Targaryen family, it feels like it may be realistic to have a meaningful conversation with Dany. (If he's surviving his current predicament which I think he will :P) Though maybe it'd just be beneficial for Jaime, and Dany is not interested in dwelling on it

and i find it interesting that this jape is in the chapter where all this significant rhaegar talk happens:

all this could mean nothing, and these things are hard to predict, and i think the show especially offers very little in this regard considering how much the stories of these two in specific were shifted in certain directions, so this is all i am gonna say anon: i do think the set up for an interaction can be interpreted from the text. dany is “rhaegar returning” in some form, so maybe there is more to that “talk that never was” than just tragic irony. when and how and exactly what it would mean for them at that point? idk. i just think jaime (and only jaime, as he would likely be the last living “monster from viserys’ stories about RR” by that point: not only was jaime kept closer bc he was a hostage, but barristan doesn’t really dwell on rhaella’s abuse, and it is possible that he will not live to be the one to communicate the extent of the ‘real aerys’ to dany, he was dancing around it in the text so far thats fs + brienne knows about the wildfire plot but that would be significantly less personal, same with the pieces just being put together after KL goes up in flames imo, which they likely will be, but i just think it would be missing that ‘personal layer’) holds information that dany does want to learn, and him telling her could bring a lot of things full circle for them as characters (+dany and rhaella have a number of parallels, and i do think that piece of information for example, as painful as it is, would hold significance to her and her understanding of her family other than just a form of closure, especially relating to a major theme concerning the downfall of house targaryen and the abuse and oppression the women faced from their male counterparts following jaehaerys’s rule, the dance, complete patriarchal hegemony etc. and that whole downfall did culminate in aerys and everything he represents, and her experience with viserys is also an extension of all that). idk if jaime is meant to confess the wildfire/kingslayer thing in specific to anyone other than brienne (from a more thematic perspective), but who knows, especially if he does live past a KL going down in flames scenario, which is possible because there is a set up for him wielding widow’s wail which is there rn. the whole rhaegar motif in jaime chapters was always something that i found interesting (i have a very specific interpretation of a parallel/anti-parallel with the children that i think is actually unrelated to dany/jon etc, but i am too lazy to get into that right now.) but yeah he is the pov character with the second most mentions of rhaegar by name in the text as he is a key manifestation of guilt, the first one being dany obviously. if not, then george has bran + magic to get that info to dany ig. we will see in like 20 years lol

#ask #rhaegar is a manifestation of guilt tho as a figure so he is very much abstract in that sense and could be a lot of things #a representation of contradicting vows #for jaime in specific #then ig theres the kingmaker thing which can mean a lot of things #i always thought it would just be - him killing cersei would lead to aegon being crowned #or smn #but who knows #jaimes a kingmaker in a lot of ways tho already so it might not even be about the future #like we know jaime rues robert so he does have that underlying subconscious goal of ‘good king that never was’ #but with tommen thats obv a failed project shdhnd #as we can gather from feast that he cannot make the vows compromise actually #but i cant ignore the glaring aegon/second dance of the dragons connection #jaime lannister

[dreaminginpastels]

every last bite

pairing: spencer reid x magic!gn!reader

summary: you own a bakery that specialises in magical treats. every day, your favourite regular, spencer, comes in and orders the same thing, until one day he orders something new.

warnings: brief mention of homophobic family members ~ immediately resolved with a happy ending

reader pronouns: they/them

word count: 3.1k (by pure magic it seems 😉✨)

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You were convinced that you had the best job in the world. You’d dreamed of owning your own bakery since you were a child, and had worked hard over the years to hone your skill and, more practically, to build up enough money to finally fulfil your childhood wish. Your hard work had paid off, and you were proud to say that you were now the owner of a charming little bakery in your small town of Quantico, Virginia.

It wasn’t the most popular bakery, but that had never mattered to you much. You were grateful for the steady flow of regular customers that you had amassed over the year that your bakery had been officially open. You liked to think that your cheery demeanour and friendly face were inviting, but you knew that what really kept them coming back time after time was your speciality - magical treats.

There was something for everyone at your bakery. You had devised recipes for baked goods that made dreams come true. From your “luck” blend green tea to your “nostalgia” cookies, you felt content knowing that you were making a real difference in your customer’s days, even just for the briefest moment. And while, for some, it was nothing more than a charming promotional concept, the truth was that you were a very special individual and embedded the tiniest doses of real magic into every product in your bakery. It was important for you to share your gift, you figured, why else would you have been given it?

What you hadn’t expected was how much magic would be given back to you. Your regulars had stolen your heart, each in their own way. You would never forget the teenage girl that nervously walked past your bakery for weeks, peering in when she thought no one was looking, before finally rushing in and asking for a large “acceptance” blend of hot chocolate. Half an hour of gentle conversation later and she confessed that she had come out to her family, and they hadn’t taken it well. You felt grateful that you could have at least given her a temporary feeling of what it would have been like if they had opened their arms to her. You were ecstatic to find that after a month of weekly “acceptance” drinks, her family had gifted her the real thing. She had come in to visit you just last week with a beaming smile, and a partner that she was delighted to introduce you to. They ordered matching “luck” blend teas, and you had given them a slightly stronger dose as a gift for the start of their lives together.

Most of your customers tended to try different goodies each visit, either based on their needs at that moment or just a childish excitement at the various dreams you could make true for them. Then, there was him.

Your favourite regular, Spencer, was an enigma. Despite coming to your bakery every day, the unpredictable timing of his visits seemed to compensate for his predictable order. He always asked for the same thing, your “relax” blend coffee. To this day, you still chuckled fondly when anyone ordered it, remembering the very first time he entered your bakery and ordered his now routine drink.

“Hi there, what can I get for you today?”

Popping up from his crouched examination of your display cabinet, he’d met your eyes before raising a confused eyebrow. “Isn’t a ‘relax’ blend of coffee a little oxymoronic?”

You’d chuckled, before leaning in mischievously towards the intriguing stranger. “Are you seriously complaining about the perfect justification for a coffee addiction?”

Pressing his lips tightly together in defeat, he’d studied you for a moment. “Touché. I’ll take a large, please.”

Since that day, he visited your bakery daily. Most days, he would take a seat at the same table and read books at the fastest speed you’d ever seen. You were sure that you felt his eyes following you when you served other customers, but whenever you had a moment to glance at him, his eyes were firmly glued to the book in front of him. Having instantly piqued your interest, you were grateful for the brief encounters that you had with him, and for his comforting presence in your bakery, but after weeks of him only speaking to you long enough to order his “relax” coffee, you started to worry that you’d never get to really know him.

Your hopes were slightly encouraged one particularly troublesome afternoon a few weeks after his first visit when a businessman, clearly exhausted after a busy day, decided to berate you about running out of your “motivation” donuts. For any of your regular customers you would have gone the extra mile and quickly whipped up a fresh batch, but his rudeness had caught you off-guard and left a bad taste in your mouth. Instead, you politely offered him some of your “relax” blend coffee because “it seemed like he damn well needed it”. You were so used to his unassuming presence that you hadn’t even noticed there was anyone else there until you heard Spencer’s amused chuckle filling the bakery from his usual table, much to the chagrin of the now-embarrassed businessman.

The next day, he’d returned to his table but you noticed that his usual speed reading was replaced with lingering gazes on the same pages. You chuckled to yourself, flattered that he found you so mesmerising to study from afar. Emboldened by his behaviour the day before, you’d approached his table with his usual drink.

“So, what’s the deal, are you a superhuman or just in training for the world record for most words read in an hour?”

At your voice, his head had snapped up, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks. “Did you know that speed-reading actually preserves your vision and doubles your recall speed?”

You’d amusedly shook your head as you placed his drink on the table before him.

“W-what I mean is, no, I’m neither,” he’d spluttered, waving his hands erratically. “I just have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and a reading speed of 20,000 words per minute.”

Your eyebrows had raised in impressed shock, but just as you’d been about to eagerly continue the conversation, the bell rang to indicate a new customer. You’d turned back to him and quickly retorted, “My bet’s on superhuman.”

You’d relished in the resounding chuckle behind you as you returned to the counter.

…

Your interactions were so often interrupted that you were elated when, a mere two weeks ago, you had arrived at work at your usual 5:30am to find him standing outside in the rain, waiting for you.

To your surprise, he’d noticed you as soon as you rounded the corner and waved excitedly at you. It caught you so off-guard that it was only when you reached him that you nervously fumbled around for your keys, stressed that he was soaked through.

“Oh My Goodness, have you been waiting here long? You must be freezing!”

Respectfully wiping his feet on the floor mat before awkwardly following you into the bakery, he’d answered you with another question. “Did you know that the maximum speed of a falling raindrop can differ from 18 to 22 miles per hour?”

You’d paused, then turned, glancing quizzically at him.

He’d smiled warmly at you. “I’m fine. I appreciate your concern but your coffee is well worth waiting for.”

“...So is your company,” he’d added, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it as you moved behind the counter.

He approached your display cabinets and examined them silently, just as he had when he’d first entered your bakery. The realisation had hit you so fast you’d almost gotten whiplash. “What’s your name?”

He’d bounced back up to his regular height, eyebrows furrowed at your impulsive question.

It seemed his awkward rambling was infectious. You couldn’t help yourself. “Sorry, that came out quite abruptly. I just realised that you’re one of my most regular customers and I have no idea what your name is.”

He’d chuckled lightly before responding. “My name’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

You’d smiled up at him then, extending your hand. “Well, it’s lovely to properly meet you Spencer. I’m y/n, though you’ve probably already observed that from my nametag.”

His content demeanour had shifted slightly as you’d noticed his eyes lingering on your outstretched hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you not like shaking hands?”

He’d shaken his head slightly before breaking out of his transfixed gaze and searching for your eyes instead. “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

In that moment, your cheeks flushed, burning with his suggestive fact. But that was nothing compared to Spencer’s reaction once he’d realised the words that had left his mouth. You remember wishing you could’ve captured that moment - the way that his eyes widened and mouth slacked, agape, in slow motion almost, as his genius mind caught up with his wandering mouth.

You’d cleared your throat, desperate to salvage the interaction before the two of you died from mutual embarrassment. “So, why the “relax” tea?”

Thankful for the segue, he’d jumped on your words. “Oh! I’m an FBI profiler as part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit here in Quantico. I love my job, but sometimes it does weigh on my mind a little and your coffee is the perfect way to clear my head before, during, or after intense work days.”

“Wow! They’re lucky to have a genius like you on their team,” You’d begun bashfully before relying on comedic relief to get you through the encounter. “So I take it I can’t convince you to try at least one of my other specialties? Not even an “acceptance” hot chocolate on a cold day like today?”

He shook his head in amusement. “I’d say you have more chance of winning the lottery than getting me to try something different.”

You’d smirked up at him, “I’ll take those odds.”

…

In the weeks that followed, you and Spencer had spent much of his bakery visits together. He had shifted to sitting at the table nearest to the counter and would have discussions with you between customers about his work (or as much as he was allowed to tell you) and his team members that seemed to adore him as much as you did. You had especially bonded over your mutual love of literature, and secretly loved the fact that Spencer had read practically all of your favourite books so that you always had someone to discuss them with.

His recent mission, he had decided last week, was to try to work out your secret recipes, albeit to no avail. He stood resolute, however, that it couldn’t possibly be real magic. You’d chuckled at that, prompting the most adorable blush you’d seen grace his cheeks.

As determined as he was to find out your magical secrets, you were even more determined to have him try a new baked good of yours, or at the very least another beverage. At this stage, you hadn’t even convinced him to try your favourite drink, your “inspiration” iced coffee. To your disillusionment, not even your puppy dog eyes could generate a shift in your newest companion.

Today, you faced a new problem. He hadn’t visited your bakery yet, and you were set to close in 30 minutes. You’d gotten so swept up in your blossoming friendship that you hadn’t even considered that there would come a day when he wouldn’t come. It was an inevitable part of these kinds of relationships, you had seen it with countless regulars. After a while, even your most committed daily regulars would start to come in once a week, then once a month, and with some, you hadn’t seen them all year. With Spencer though, it felt different. You didn’t know if your heart could handle his absence. You’d taken his presence for granted, blindly hoping that it would never change; assured that he would always make time for you. It seemed you were wrong.

You sighed, taking one final look at the empty bakery before beginning to count your daily earnings in the till. Just as you finished counting the money, the bell rang, and your eyes snapped up to spot a familiar figure approaching the counter. His demeanour had shifted. You couldn’t tell why, but his eyes wouldn’t leave the ground, his usual gait of confidence replaced by a nervous shifting.

“Spencer?” You prompted, gently. “Are you alright?”

He looked up at you then, and seemed to regain some level of composure as he noticed the concern lacing your eyes.

He sighed before picking himself up. “Hi y/n, yeah, just a big day today.”

You smiled compassionately up at him, grabbing a coffee cup from behind you in anticipation of preparing his usual order. “Alright, well hopefully this’ll help, one ‘relax’ blend on its way.”

“Umm actually, y/n-” He started, nervously fidgeting with his hands, “Can I get a ‘courage’ muffin as well?”

The boy should’ve been grateful you didn’t drop his half-made coffee all over the floor as your mouth dropped in shock. “I’m sorry, I must be losing my hearing. Did Spencer, my Spencer, actually just ask for something different in his order?”

At your fond mention of his name, he seemed to soften. Rubbing the back of his neck, he replied. “Uh, yeah, I just figured it was about time I gave something else a go. I know how brilliant your recipes are, and it feels rude that I always stick to the same, boring thing.”

You raised an eyebrow as his brain caught up once again to his mouth.

“Oh! Not that your “relax” coffee is boring! Just that it’s boring of me to not branch out. God, I’m an idiot.”

“Spencer, please, it’s fine,” You chuckled at his awkwardness, finding it unbelievably endearing. “I know what you mean, I’m flattered that you’re trying something new. Also, please never let me hear you call yourself an idiot ever again.”

A relieved smile on his face, he raised a hand to his forehead in salute. “Won’t happen again.”

You smiled fondly at the nerd in front of you. “Good, I’m glad.”

Handing him his coffee and muffin, you watched as he walked over to his usual table. You figured that he’d want a little less attention on him after that encounter, so you focused on cleaning your counter and putting your remaining baked goods in a bag to take home.

“y/n?” You heard Spencer’s voice at the counter and popped up to greet him from your crouched position behind the display cabinet you were emptying.

“Hey! How did you go with the “courage” muffin?” You asked gently, genuinely nervous at what he had to say. You’d fallen head over heels for this dorky profiler and you cared deeply about his opinion.

“Oh, right, yeah, the muffin is amazing!” He gushed, “Is the secret ingredient cinnamon by any chance? Do you just associate that with courage or something?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Spencer, you know perfectly well that my secret ingredients are what they say they are. The muffins genuinely give you courage.”

He seemed to be emboldened by your words. He smiled down at you with such fondness that you felt butterflies in your stomach, wondering what his next words would be. “I know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You know?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, that’s it, get that smug smile off your face,” You began, playfully, “You mean to tell me that you’ve known this ENTIRE TIME that I genuinely put magic in my baking?”

He nodded mischievously, evidently relishing in your mock annoyance.

“Then why on Earth have you been going to so much trouble to try to get my ‘secrets’ out of me for the last week?”

He smiled sheepishly, “It was just an excuse to talk with you. Just like trying your ‘courage’ muffin was an excuse to do this.”

He stepped towards you, and stared deep into your eyes as his hands found yours. “y/n, I really like you and I’ve wanted to find some way to do this for months now, ever since you first told that businessman where to go. I’ve never met someone so enchanting. You’re one of the most caring and considerate people that I know, not to mention welcoming. I’ve been really lucky to feel so accepted by the people I work with but you didn’t have to be kind to me, and I just…I really do believe that you’re magical because there’s no other way to explain the way you make me feel. So, y/n, would you do me the honour of letting me take you out on a date?”

You smiled up at him then, letting go of one of his hands so that you could reach up and gently caress his cheek. “Oh, Spencer, I would absolutely love to go out with you.”

His eyes widened, lips pressing together in a giddy smile. “Y-you would?”

You nodded emphatically, never breaking your gaze, well, until a thought tugged at the back of your mind. Leaning slightly out of his grip, you quickly glanced beside him to see his half-eaten muffin still sitting on his table. You met his eyes again to find him studying yours, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head in amusement, “So, you’re telling me that you, quite adorably might I add, ordered a ‘courage’ muffin just to ask me out?”

Rubbing his neck, he smiled bashfully. “Uh, yes. Yes I did.”

At his adorable nervousness you let out a fond chuckle, “But you didn’t finish the muffin?”

He eyed his table nervously, “Oh, I was just too excited to ask you out before the courage ran out, I promise it was great!”

You laughed, “Oh you adorable fool, the magic doesn’t work unless you eat every last bite.”

His eyes widened as he processed your words. “Wait, so that means-”

“-That courage, my dear Spencer, was all you.”

Chuckling to himself, he barely noticed you pull away from him to place your backpack over your shoulders. Then, he suddenly looked up at you as you walked towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You turned to him with a playful smirk, “To buy a lottery ticket. Care to join me?”

With an amused smile, he threw his satchel over his shoulder and followed you out of your bakery, content in the fact that he had finally worked up the courage to ask you, the person of his dreams, to go out with him. Excitedly grabbing your hand and receiving the fond smile that he couldn’t believe was only for him, he knew this was only the beginning of the magic that awaited you both.

a/n: hello lovelies, I’ve recently become obsessed with criminal minds and naturally fell head over heels in love with the lanky, awkward, introverted genius character (comically on brand for me) so I’ve added spencer to my list of characters I’ll always write for (in my bio), and figured I’d give an adorable little magic!au a go - I’ve decided this is the best way to escape real life hehe (I even listened to a bakery vibes playlist while writing so you know it’s authentic lol)

I hope that you enjoy, and please feel free to send in requests of your own - it would be really fun to write some more au stories for other regular or not-so-regular characters 🥰 I’ll get back to my pre-existing requests in the meantime. as always, thank you for your support and patience, and please let me know what you thought! (it makes my day every time I hear from you all)

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x magic!gn!reader #spencer reid x magic!reader #spencer reid au #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds au #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x you #bakery au #magical!bakery au #requests open #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid oneshot #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds one shot #matthew gray gubler #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x you #daniella writes 💫

[hyunjinspark]

Jade, my love! You‘ve been breaking my heart 17 chapters in a row, so it was to be expected, but this time… damn. I‘ve never had such a visceral reaction while reading something. It physically hurt reading this, I’ve actually cried… I don’t remember that ever happening. I feel empty now. Their conversation during the ride home, accepting that Hyun „doesn’t care“, feeling left out now that Kairi and Chan are back together, doubting her decision of moving to the city, the fear during her horrible interaction with Jieong (never meet your heroes), the horrifying thought that your dreams might’ve turned out to be a nightmare, the breakdown that led to her rash decision, just for Hyun to finally do what she’s been wishing for all the time she’s been in Seoul - just being there… This chapter left me depressed. I’m aware this sounds like a bad review, but I’m such a sucker for angst, as you probably know at this point, so this is actually meant to be a huge compliment. Your writing is truly astonishing, the way it makes the readers feel so intensely, how it makes you question how much someone can and should take and if giving up is really so bad if it makes you feel so shitty (applies to both the situation with Hyun and Jieong) because honestly, I don‘t know if I could‘ve handled that in real life. And also, how fucking REAL your writing is. The angst and Y/N‘s feelings are never overdone, unjustified or annoying as it sometimes can be (especially with heavy angst stories), nor does it feel fabricated. It feels real, raw and realistic.

Honestly, with Hyun showing up at the end, my reaction was a bit like „too little, too late“, so I hope she‘ll actually leave Seoul instead of caving in. If staying was her decision, of course she should go for it, but just because Hyun decided to show up for once and convince her… that would actually be a bit toxic, even. I get his situation is complicated, but for someone who keeps saying he doesn‘t want to hurt her and made those decisions to protect her, he does seem to always be taking the easy way out in a way. He’s a bit of a coward, even if his reasons are justified. He can make it up to her by exposing that piece of shit professor, lol because I‘m sure he‘ll find out and get all protective. Also saying this about Hyun, despite it sounding like the complete opposite, is also a huge compliment to your writing because since he‘s not actually an asshole, it just means I love Y/N so much, that I get overprotective. You know how when your best friend‘s S/O fucks up just a little bit and you‘re immediately wary and you‘ll remember it for a long while and kind of resent him for it? That‘s exactly how I‘m feeling, so Kudos to you because in the concerningly big amount of books I’ve read the past couple of years, I‘ve never loved an MC so much, most of the time I hardly even like them.

Some of my thoughts for the future plot: I‘m getting panicked at this point, lol. I‘ve started thinking „Oh, we don‘t have many chapters left in SLWY and they still haven‘t confessed/had sex/gotten together etc.“, so I‘m like „Fuck, I hope we can still get enough peaceful, happy, romantic couple moments between the two. And this might be an unpopular opinion, but I truly hope that the boys decide to disband in order to live peaceful and private lives with their loved ones (and I can lowkey see you actually writing that, but then again I don‘t, you‘re amazingly unpredictable) since this is obviously a depressing life to lead without getting much out of it, as thankful as I am for real life SKZ existing… Also, I hope the professor gets exposed big time (or beaten within an inch of his life), maybe with Karina‘s (her comments make me think that Y/N isn’t the only student he harassed) help because I think I‘d actually pull my hair out if he doesn‘t suffer consequences, but I trust in you bringing justice to our Y/N. I‘m excited and curious in general about what you‘re gonna to with the rest of the story, but I know it‘s gonna be amazing.

Sorry for that long ass word vomit message, but I‘m all kinds of overwhelmed by this chapter. Every time I think you can‘t outdo yourself… damn, your potential is unreal. Thank you, I love you and STOP GIVING US SUCH BRUTAL CLIFFHANGERS I AUDIBLY SCREECHED OUT OF FRUSTRATION!!!

P.S.: I had a really bad day today and reading that masterpiece made it so much better!

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i promise the angst will end soon. when i read your review, i realise how heavy that last chapter was im sorry but im happy you liked it so much that it made you viscerally react ...also thank you for letting me know that you agree with yn's reactions/think they're realistic. that's always good to hear haha. :)

what you said about hyunjin, too little too late, mayy be right. he has been taking the easy way out, at least in yn's eyes, and let's see how he may resolve or come back from that ! but speaking of what you said, i also promise to give you enough happy moments haha.

thank you so much for this beautiful review. your predictions are very sound and make me intrigued as fuck. thank you, and I hope you're having a better day today!

#💌 jade mail

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 2

Pairing: Stella x (FemKnight!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: The both of you reach the castle, Stella awaits her mother's unpredictable nature. You wanted to find out why you were required to accompany Stella to meet with her mother. Her mother in unpredictable like she told you...

Chapter Warning(s): Stress, Familial Tension

Chapter Theme: Seeing Red - Arrows in Action

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: So I'm going to put together an aesthetic of what the Fate version of Solaria will look like... Because we'll never get to see it :(

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*Cirrus' POV* You open your eyes to the morning glow of the sun. Kat was already out of the dorm.

"Stella," You try to wake her

She stirs.

"Hmm?" She ass, half awake

"We need to leave soon don't we?" You ask

She nods.

"I don't need to pack anything," She says, slowly getting up, "I'll help."

She brushes past you and begins rummaging through your portion of the drawers.

"you sure you don't need to pack anything?" You ask, "I'm pretty sure I watched you on the first day that you brought your entire wardrobe."

"I'm sure that I still have plenty of clothes back home," She chuckles, "I'd share but I don't think your build would fit my clothes."

*Stella's POV* You turn back to Cirrus to see her back turned to you. Your eyes travel all over her back as she flexes her back muscles. Your legs move on their own. Your fingers trace the outline of her biceps.

"Stells, are you trying to distract me again?" She asks, looking over her shoulder

"Sorry," You say, "I can't help it."

"Hah, by the way, dresses aren't my cup of tea," She chuckles

*Cirrus' POV* You finish up packing some clothes, and begin following Stella out to the front gate, where a Solaria vehicle awaited for the both of you. However, when Stella gets into the car, the driver presses his hand against your shoulder.

"Your highness, is this the knight that you plan to accompany you to the castle?" The driver asks

"Yes," Stella says, "Now, let her in please."

The driver gives you one last look before letting you in. But, the look was a look of judgement...

"Cirrus, what's the matter?" She asks

She immediately settles her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing," You lie, "Just thought I saw something..."

The car pulls off and begins driving away form the Academy.

+*+

Thought majority of the drive, there had only been silence almost the three of you. However, it wasn't all bad, you were getting some incredible views through the window.

"Cirrus?" Stella's voice snaps you out of your daze

You turn to her.

"Is something on your mind?" She asks

"Ci-Cirrus..." Stella pants

"Nope, nothing in particular," You try to hide your blush

You hear Stella chuckle: she saw through your little lie.

"You're adorable when you try to hide the fact you're thinking about me," She smiles

"I-I- Stella, I am not...." You try to make up an excuse

She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just really anxious about what this is all about and why my presence in particular is needed," You finally say

"Hmmm, right," Stella adjusts herself back to laying her head on your shoulder

"Well, that's one of the things on my mind," You confess

"HAH! I knew it!" Stella yelps

"Yeah yeah I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt," You say

"So you WERE thinking about me?!" She asks

"In my defense, I never said it was-"

"Ladies," The driver clears his throat

The both of you cease your current conversation and look at the driver through the rearview mirror.

"We should be arriving to the castle shortly," He says

You look out of the window a the car begins rolling through the entryway of the castle.

"It's so... Bright..." You say, rubbing your eyes to avoid blindness

"Well, of course Cirrus," Stella says, "It's Solaria."

"Well, Cirrus Qrow has never been to Solaria in her life," You say, "The Crows always preferred their dark, lonely places."

"Are you talking about the bird or you?" Stella asks

"... Yes," You say

You grab your bag out from the trunk and follow close behind Stella as she begins leading you to the throne room. Everywhere your eyes grazed, something always reflected back into your eyes.

Flashy... Literally...

Two guards push the two giant doors apart.

The Queen sits upon her throne, ceasing her conversation with whomever it was as soon as she heard the doors open.

"Stella," She smiles

"Hello mother," Stella forces a smile

"Hello Stella," She greets back, but then her eyes drift to you

"Your majesty," You greet with a bow

She gives a slight head nod but then her attention goes back to her daughter.

"Guards, please escort..." Luna attempts to figure out your name

"Cirrus Qrow, your majesty," You introduce yourself

"Escort Cirrus Qrow to her own Bedchamber," She says

As a guard approaches you, you were honestly hoping for Stella to chime in and offer to do it, but nothing... You were kind of sad, however, knowing how many stories Stella has told you about her mother, and her strained relationship, you understood her situation.

The guard begins taking you out of the castle...

"Uhm... Sir... Where are you taking me?" You ask

"The Guest house Queen Luna had specifically had planned for you," He explains

Oh...

You were expecting to get a bedchamber somewhere in the castle... But, it was better than being put in the dungeon, if that still existed.

+*+

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he told you a guest house... You were expecting a mini-castle... But, it was like a cabin... You weren't going to complain.

Still better than a dungeon cell...

"Thank you," You give your gratitude to the guard

He gives you a head nod and begins walking back the way you two came.

*Stella's POV* "Mother, where did you have the guard escort Cirrus?" You ask, out of curiosity

"Just to our guest house outside of the castle," She answers

"That far?!" You ask, "Why didn't you just have her in one of our bedchambers?!"

"Do not raise your voice at me young lady," Luna's jaw clenches

Your mouth closes instinctively.

"We have many other guests here and we do not have room for her in the castle, the only other option was the guest house," She explains

"'Many other guests'? Mother what is summoning me here, and bringing her all about?" you finally break the question

"You will find out soon enough," She says, "Now relax, you must have had a long journey."

You reluctantly nod your head and briskly walk out of the throne room.

+*+

"Cirrus?" You gently knock on the door

"Come in," Her voice reverberates against the door

When you open the door, you were almost at a loss for words. Everything was small....

"Hey," She greets you, getting out of the bed

"I'm-I'm sorry that you're all the way out here, and-"

"Whoa Stells, slow down," She says, "It's okay, nothing I'm not used to. Besides, I told myself that it was better than being in a dungeon."

You let out a chuckle, "I'm sorry I didn't offer to take you."

"It's okay," She says, "I'm sure your mother had some words for you."

"I got upset that she sent you out here," You say

"Listen, I understand how your mother is, I'm not mad," She says

You could tell she was trying her best to reassure you, however, even her words weren't getting to you.

*Cirrus' POV* You could easily tell how stressed she was becoming... You wrap your hands around her hips and pull her in for a hug. She immediately settles into your embrace.

"It's okay..." You repeat the phrase, "I'll be fine."

"I know it's just... I would have felt better if she treated you kinder," She says

"Not everyone likes a Blackbird..." You sigh, "But, it's nothing that I'm not used to. I'm the outcast at Alfea."

"Yeah, outcast," She chuckles, "Aflea's 3rd best specialist, and she happens to be dating the Crown Princess of Solaria. Can't really call yourself an outcast now."

"I'm the kind of person that gets dragged out everywhere just so she can support her girlfriend," You smile

"And I'm thrilled," She says

"Do you feel any better?" You ask, resting your forehead against hers

"Not really but, being here with you makes me feel better," She sighs

"Won't your mother notice you're gone?" You ask

"I don't care," She says

A knock comes to the door.

"Who is it?" You call out

"I'm with the Royal Guard, Queen Luna requests your presence back at the castle Princess Stella," He says

"And what on earth for?" She asks

"The Royal Ball," He says

The both of you look at each other, surprised. You follow behind Stella as she goes to open the door. Your arm instinctively snakes around her hip; making sure the person that was on the other side of the door was really a part of the Royal Guard. But, You could tell Stella knew he was in the guard.

"Right away then," She clears her throat, stepping away from your arm

"I'll see you tonight then?" She turns toward you as she walks with the guard

You nod.

"The queen has something set out for you too in the closet," The guard tells you, "I will assure you that I will get her to the castle."

You nod, but watch them until you couldn't see her any longer. You shut the door and make your way to the closet next to the bed. When you slide open the door, your slight smile drops.

My favorite color...

+*+

You slowly walk through the open doors, the various conversations making the room echo with life ceases. Dead, quiet... All eyes laid upon you. However, look to the Queen's right side of the throne where Stella sat. Her eyes glistened with delight. As you make your way into the ballroom, eyes still continue to follow you. However, your eyes never left Stella as she made her way to you.

"Evening, Princess," You smile as you greet her

"Good evening my little bird," She smiles back

"May I have this dance?" You ask, giving her a slight bow

You outstretch your hand to her.

"I would be heartbroken if you never asked," She gracefully places her hand over yours

You slowly close the gap between your bodies; one hand holds hers, and the other holds her by the hip. The both of you begin to sway to silence... Neither of you caring if there was no music...

"Pretty sure these Solarians don't like me very much," You try to whisper

"They'll open up to it.. Eventually," Stella gives you a harsh reality

"Eventually," You sigh, "Oh well, I only care about what you think right now."

"What I think?" She asks, "You should already have an idea of what I think."

Conversations and the music slowly starts back up...

"I don't care what these people or my mother thinks," She says, "I care about you."

She presses her forehead against yours.

"Only you," She adds

You sigh into a gentle smile.

"May I have a dance Princess Stella?" A male you are not familiar with, offers his hand to Stella

You look at her and could tell she was about to reject him. However, your hand holding hers; brings her hand to his. You didn't want to let her dance with another man but... You didn't want to make a scene. Especially in front of her mother.

+*+

You wait patiently to have a chance to dance with Stella once more however, just when you believed you had the chance, another man chimed in. However, you could see Stella's eyes drifting away from each man that swiped her hand for a dance. You knew those eyes were looking for you.

Your eyes drift down to the floor, losing hope to get the last dance with the princess.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me for one last dance," Stella says

You look up and see her, smiling. She reaches and grabs your hand to lead you back to the dance floor. She spins on the ball of her foot and guides your hands to settle on her hips and rests her hands on your shoulders.

"I'm the type of person to wait my turn," You chuckle

"Well, if you really want something, you should know when to take it," She says

"Guess I really need to learn to go with my heart then," You chuckle

"And what does your heart say?" She asks

"Hmm... It says that-"

Before you could even tell Stella that you want to take her to bed, the conversations and music ceases. The both of you look up to Queen Luna, who arose from her throne.

"Everyone, I give my profound gratitude for your attendance this evening. Please, I would like to give our warmest welcome, to Cirrus Qrow," She announces

There were no applaud for you. But, you didn't care. you mostly cared about what ever the hell the queen was doing.

"What is she doing?" Stella whispers to you

You shrug your shoulders... Trying to catch on what her mother was announcing to the people.

"... Over the next few days there will be a series of Trials for Cirrus Qrow," Luna announces

Your stomach drops...

"What kind of Trials mother?!" Stella takes a few steps in front of you

"Ones that will prove to me that she is worthy of your hand," She explains

Your heart drops...

Chapter 3

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