#sorry if you saw this and you’re doing ramadan

[idkaguyorsomething]

¡Happy Pi day! ¿Why don’t you grab a quick snack before the big forum event tomorrow?

#pi day #pi #pie #poll #ides of march #sorry i know some of the emojis don’t match perfectly but i did the best i could #sorry if you saw this and you’re doing ramadan

[makethatelevenrings]

Chag Sameach // Jewish!Batmom!Reader & family

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: a lot of mentions of food, I know that can be difficult around the holiday season

Summary: A blended family of faith comes together to celebrate the holiday season through Damian’s eyes

A/N: I’m not Jewish so please let me know if I messed anything up!! Happy Hanukkah my lovelies :) Bruce is canonically Jewish, Dick and Duke are in my mind Jewish, Jason IMO was raised Catholic, Tim is totally raised atheist as is Cass, Alfred is Anglican, and Steph was raised culturally Christian. She’s just here for the sweets.

Everyone was acting differently.

Todd wasn’t arguing with Father and instead, Damian passed him earlier in the kitchen where the crime lord had a “Kiss the Cook” apron on and was bent over a tray on the counter, piping bag clutched tightly in hand. Perhaps he was poisoning Drake…

Pennyworth was flitting between the kitchen and the main living room, glittering tinsel in hand that trailed after him along the carpet. Drake was somewhere with Thomas, both of them looking intently at their phones and whispering between each other. Brown and Cassandra were outside, that much he knew, doing who knows what.

Damian found Richard in the main hall balancing a tray in both hands with a large smile on his face. He lit up when he saw Damian and gestured with his head to follow him. Thus, the culprit of everyone’s strangely amicable behavior was located.

You.

Father’s wife.

The woman who clearly wasn’t suited to be the matriarch of the Wayne name. Not like his mother. You were not a warrior. In fact, Damian believed you to be completely helpless. Yet Father seemed taken by you and one of the stipulations about living here was that Damian must respect you. Even Richard was firm in that rule.

You stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Father maneuvered a large pine tree into one of the corners of the room. You called out directions until Father stuck his head out from around the tree and leveled you with a stare Damian had seen him use on Ivy and Quinn. You merely smirked and raised your hands in a thumbs up. Father moved out from behind the tree and nodded at Damian before taking one of the trays from Grayson.

You turned and lit up at the sight of Damian. Despite his coldness towards you, you had never once been unkind. It grated on his nerves. Surely, you had some kind of ulterior motive as to your deceitful kindness. He was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Damian, good afternoon!” you greeted. “You’re just in time. The sun sets in thirty minutes so we’ll light the chanukiah and then decorate the tree.”

You paused, a conflicted look passing over your face and then you sighed. “Oh, Damian, I’m sorry. I never thought to ask if you celebrate either.”

“Either?” He was confused by all the decorations and trinkets scattered around the room. It looked like a glitter bomb had gone off, but Pennyworth didn’t look too frazzled at the mess. It was then that he saw the kippah on Father and Richard’s heads.

“Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah,” you explained. “When Jason first joined us…”

You trailed off, pain glinting in your eyes at the thought of a young Todd compared to the man he was now. Father joined your side and laid a hand on your shoulder. You offered him a small, shy smile and whispered out a thanks.

“Your father, Dick, and I are all Jewish so we always celebrated Hanukkah. When Jason joined us, we figured it wasn’t fair that he and Alfred didn’t get to celebrate Christmas with others so we decided to combine the two. Hanukkahmas. Christmakkah. So, the first night of lighting the chanukiah, we also decorate the Christmas tree. It’s silly, but it’s our tradition.”

Richard swooped in then, laying a kiss on his adoptive mother’s cheek. He then ruffled Damian’s hair despite his best efforts to get away.

“Don’t worry, little D, we’ll celebrate Ramadan too for you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! And if there’s any specific foods you like to break the fast, please let me know. We’d love to have you join us tonight, Damian.”

Based on the excited grin on Richard’s face, Damian couldn’t refuse. He sighed but relented, allowing Richard to put a red and white fluffy hat on his head. The brim slipped over his eyes and he shoved it back with a disgruntled huff, but you were grinning at the sight of the two boys' antics. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Damian was put to task stringing popcorn on a fishing line and fighting off the vultures known as his family as they swooped in to steal a few kernels here and there. Someone had dragged one of the larger tables usually used for galas into the room and platters of food appeared, filling up the surface until Damian could no longer see any wood.

“Hey, baby bird,” Brown greeted as she and Cassandra entered the room. Thomas trailed after the two, a kippah on his head too. Brown started to reach for one of the powdered desserts but you materialized out of seemingly thin air and swatted her hand away.

“Not until Bruce does the blessing, you little thief,” you warned, but there was no heat behind your words. Damian was always confused by the lack of punishment received for behavior here. At Nanda Parbat, misbehaving and denying orders was met with violence. Here, it was met with teasing words from you and a stern lecture if it was a serious discrepancy. You were weak, he thought, for not preparing them for the cruelties of this world like his grandfather had. 

“Alright, last thing for the table,” Todd announced as he entered the room with a large dutch oven cradled between two potholders. You clapped your hands in excitement and moved some dishes aside so he could set it down in the center. 

“This is brisket,” you explained to Damian, “but we have plenty of vegetarian options too. Hummus, noodle kugel, latkes…a lot of latkes. Christ on a bike, Jason, could you have made any more latkes? We also have sufganiyot, rugelach, kugel, sfenj, and some Christmas cookies already…and we’re having matzo ball soup on the eighth night. Vegetarian, of course.”

Todd sidled up next to you, his large frame towering over his adoptive mother. You rested a hand on his arm and squeezed, a silent thanks for assisting Alfred with all of the food. He dipped his chin in response and then hugged you. Damian watched as the older boy practically melted in your embrace, something he had never seen. Todd was always cold and harsh, holding himself in a way that meant he was on alert constantly.

“The sun has set,” Alfred announced. The rest of the family had piled into the room and they crowded around the silver chanukkiah that sat on one of the tables. Richard lit the middle candle as Bruce began to say the three blessings. You murmured the occasional Hebrew word in response to the prayer, but the family remained quiet as Bruce prayed and Dick lit the candle. Once the first candle was lit and Bruce ended the prayer, you clapped your hands together and shooed everyone towards the family.

“Eat, eat. Nosh a little. We’ll decorate the tree after presents.”

Damian was struck with panic for a second. Presents? Was he supposed to get anyone something? No one else appeared nervous. They were all focused on loading up their plates and scattering around the living room.

You didn’t head towards the food. Instead, Damian watched as you pulled a blanket off of a basket tucked next to the chair you usually sat in. The basket was overflowing with wrapped gifts and you picked a few out, depositing them in the lap of the respective person. Damian was surprised when you stopped in front of him and smiled, holding out a gift wrapped in paper that had animals printed all over it.

“Happy Hanukkah, Damian. I like to give everyone gifts for the eight nights. Something small. Don’t worry about getting us anything. It’s more of a thing I like to do.” Your words eased his stress. He cautiously tore at the paper and found a fresh sketchbook, pencils, and watercolors inside. You had already moved on to hand a gift to Alfred.

He ran his fingers along the smooth paper and smiled despite himself. Maybe you weren’t totally useless.

For seven more nights, the family gathered in the living room to play games, watch movies, and eat. Seriously, it was a shit ton of food. You flitted about the room all night, anxious to ensure everyone was enjoying themselves. The gifts you gave were perfect, but Damian would never admit that. In lieu of gelt, other than the chocolate coins that Drake and Richard were battling over currently, you had donated ten thousand dollars to a charity each person supported, including Damian’s favorite animal shelter in the city.

He didn’t understand it. He had been nothing but frigid to you since arriving at the Manor. Yet, you were still suffused with warmth that leaked out of you and showering him with kindness and gifts. So on the eighth night, while everyone else was focused on the epic dreidel battle between Cassandra and Todd, Damian slowly approached where you were seated on the couch, curled up against Father’s side.

“Hey, need something?” you asked. You were ready to spring off the couch and serve him, but Damian merely thrust a neatly wrapped box in your direction. Your lips parted in a soft, surprised gasp and you thanked him as you accepted the gift. Slowly and meticulously, you unwrapped the gift and opened the small box under the paper to find a beautiful handmade portrait of the whole family.

“Oh, Damian,” you whispered. “It’s amazing. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.”

“Happy Hanukkah.”

You handed the box to Bruce and stood. “Is it alright if I hug you?”

He nodded stiffly, but relaxed minutely when your arms wrapped around him. Damian understood why Todd softened around you. How Father smiled and showed affection like it was second nature. Why Richard laughed freely and Thomas felt comfortable in the family and Brown gossiped to you about trivial things. He understood why Cassandra sought you out on the bad days and Drake curled up beside you when he needed to feel comforted and why Pennyworth took your orders without question.

You weren’t useless or helpless. Your strength, light, and warmth was the thing keeping the family together. Damian hugged you just a little tighter. Maybe he could ask you to accompany him to the animal shelter to oversee how the donations were being allocated. And then perhaps they could go to that one vegetarian restaurant Todd had told him about.

You weren’t his mother and he would always love his mother, but you were certainly a figure in his life that he didn’t mind being around.

#batfamily x reader #batmom imagine #batfamily imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #damian wayne

[madisonwritesstuff]

Hi again! Omg I didn’t even realise you had posted my ask about Muslim reader (the “she deserves it” fic you did). Thank you for that one!! Hope I’m not annoying you by requesting another Muslim reader, but how about another Will and Hannibal fic with Muslim reader but this time it’s just that they’ve known her for a while and they don’t know much about Islam but they want to learn! So they ask reader and readers all like ?? But also sure! And they’re a hit confused on why she’s so confused and says that basically people kinda always made fun of her for wearing her hijab and she didn’t think the two of them would be interested in learning about her and stuff. And then she teaches them whatever they want lol. I feel like it’d be a fun little request. Thank you again for your time and hope you’re staying healthy and happy 🤧🤧

★ ; teach me. -------------------

Hannibal Lecter x Muslim! Reader x Will Graham.

I'm so sorry if I got something wrong about Islam 😭 enjoy!

tags; hanni and will and you being a cool bestie trio, ramadan !!, platonic relationships with will and hanni, will and hannibal spreading around info of your religion to make u feel more at home.

While you were having dinner at Hannibal's house, he had noticed how when you were eating rice, you mumbled something before beginning to eat with your hands.

He definitely found it odd, so one day when he met you he brought it up.

“Y/N, I hope you don't mind. But I saw that once while eating you said something before eating with your hands. I was curious about what it was that you were doing?” He asked, and you were a little taken aback that he actually wanted to learn about it.

“Well um, we Muslims say Bismillah before eating. Like how some people say grace before eating. And I was eating rice with my hands because it's encouraged in our religion.”

He nodded, taking a mental note of whatever you said.

Next time he invited you to dinner you watched as he said Bismillah out loud before putting the spoon down and eating the rice with his hands. You felt happy and surprised as you watched him eat like the way you did, it didn't make you feel like an outcast, it made you feel at home.

He looked up and smiled. “Am I doing it right?” You nodded excitedly. “Yeah! But you're getting rice all over your hands. Here, let me teach you how to properly eat with your hands.” You smiled and demonstrated how to properly eat rice without making a mess.

The next time you saw Hannibal was with Will, and when they saw you they waved and motioned for you to come over.

“Y/N, Hannibal was just telling me about your religion, I didn't know you're supposed to eat with your hands?”

You were a little surprised that he was as interested as he was, Hannibal standing by proudly because he was the first to learn about that.

“Well um, you're not supposed to but it's good if you do.” You explained, smiling to them a little as you are happy to teach them.

“What else do you do in your religion?” Will inquired, curious. Which made Hannibal speak up. “I hope we're not bothering you with our que-” “No of course not!”

You interrupted him, They both looked at you, a little surprised. “I'm sorry it's just- I'm really excited that you two actually want to learn about this stuff. I usually get made fun of for this kind of stuff, you know?” You rambled, embarrassed a little.

“Oh no, we're more than happy to learn more. It's interesting, you know? A change of pace.” Hannibal reassured you.

And so you three spent the week meeting up where you'd teach them a little about your religion.

Like how instead of saying hello, Muslims say “Assalamu alaikum.” Which directly translates to “Peace be upon you.”

They were both surprised to learn that anything you meet someone, you'd wish peace upon them.

Whenever you three would meet up, they would do their best to pronounce the greeting properly, and wouldn't care if anyone else was around, they'd say it.

At first you felt embarrassed when they said it to you in front of Jack, but next time you say Jack even he greeted you the Muslim way.

When you asked about it he told you about how Will explained what it meant to you and your religion.

After a while, most of the people you knew would join you in Ramadan and Eid.

“Will, why are you staring at that sandwich?” You asked with a laugh. “I can't eat.” He sighed dramatically, staring at the man eating a sandwich in the canteen. “Why not?” Now you were curious.

“It's Ramadan, I'm fasting.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. “No way, really?” You said excitedly. “Mhm, Hannibal is fasting too. I don't know about the others though.” He shrugged, like it was normal.

“But... Why?” “For you, obviously. We didn't want you to do it on your own. Isn't celebrating Ramadan about doing it with family and friends anyway?” He smiled, feeling proud by surprisingly you with this fact.

Honestly let's say you broke out into tears.

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#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #will graham x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #muslim reader #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #hannibal lecter x muslim reader #will graham x muslim reader

[imabillyami]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Got tagged by the lovely @afterdarkprincess (thanks so much, love 💙) and actually have something to share this time around.

Seeing Samijey happy and thriving naturally made me write angst. It’s basically a story to explain away the weeks of no interactions.

Not sure I’ll finish it, we’ll see. It’s angst though. Read at your own risk.

——————

The fight had been stupid from the very beginning - born out of ever-present insecurity that turned into harsh words hurled at the wrong person.

The one person he knew would always have his back given the choice - the one person who was rock solid.

“You have no idea what I’m going through!“

“Are you being for real, uce?“

When Sami looked away, purposely not meeting his eyes, he continued “Of all people I’m the one who knows exactly what you going through Sami! You think being under Roman’s thumb all this damn time didn’t leave me fucked in the head doubting myself? I doubt myself every day Sami! Every day!“

Sami still stubbornly avoided looking at him.

Deep down he already felt sorry for what he’d said to Jey just moments ago, but his mind was stuck, there was no way out. No way to resolve this reasonably before it exploded.

„You know what Sami? You keep doing you. Keep pushing people away. Watch where this shit will get you. I’m outta here.“

With that Jey gathered his things and pushed out of the locker room door, leaving Sami to wonder just how exactly he’d managed to fuck up this badly again.

(…)

Weeks passed. Weeks of suffering and longing and self-loathing and doubt.

When they saw each other backstage, a circumstance both tried to avoid as much as they physically could, hurt gazes were all they exchanged.

They were both being stubborn and they knew it, but neither was exactly sure how to make the first move. They were shit at dealing with their emotions, always had been.

Sami still couldn’t get out of his rut. And Jey deserved so much better than that. He deserved a much better man than Sami could possibly ever be.

Jey was insecure and fearful of what their next exchange might bring. That, but also, he thought, reasonably pissed off, still.

Their friends were left with nothing but confusion and rolling eyes at their antics.

Sami had successfully pushed every single one of them away despite their best attempts to talk some sense into him.

That was, until one day a very unexpected ally came along.

„Get your ass up right now, Sami! God this is pathetic. I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re pathetic, you know that!?“, a very ticked off Gable yelled at him seemingly out of nowhere.

He’d won the gauntlet match against the other man recently and he knew how much heartbreak that had caused him and his fans.

The crowd’s reactions to his win had added a whole new layer to his doubts and insecurities and he hated it.

That - and he had run into Jey backstage earlier and quickly fled the scene.

And now he was hiding in catering for the rest of the night like the big man he was.

Sami snorted at Gable’s harsh words.

And stayed put.

„I’m being serious Sami! You’re a fucking idiot! You could have it all. Win the fight and get the girl - well guy in your case. And what are you doing? Moping in fucking catering even though you can’t even fucking eat anything!“

It was true. With it being Ramadan, hiding in catering was probably the most pathetic move ever.

He knew Jey despised the food catering provided though, so it had seemed like the perfect spot to avoid any more run-ins with the man he loved.

(tbc)

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Hope you enjoyed that little glimpse!

No pressure tags: @crxssjae @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict @jeyuwuso @harmshake and everyone else who loves writing and has something to share 💙

#m writes #my fics #my fic #wip wednesday #writing challenges #samijey #samijey fic #wwe fic #writing updates #jeysami #jeysami fic

[aajjks]

prisoner!jk i know i hid him from you and i genuinely apologize for keeping him from you, i promise you that i’ll do anything to make it up to you baby. once you’re out, you can do whatever you want with our baby. i know he’ll be the safest person in the work with you because you’ve proven that i was. he is your baby, look at him… there’s no denying who the father of my child is. i’d never have a baby with anyone who isn’t you, you have been my whole heart since i first laid eyes on you. i’ll never hide anything from you- ever again! i swear on my life, he’s the only thing i have ever hid from you. the next baby we have, if you want another once you really get your hands on fatherhood, you can name them whatever you want! i’ll let you do everything you missed… everything i stole from you… i’m sorry, really, forgive me! i’m just feeling sorry for myself but now isn’t the time, not now! with the way he’s been holding into you since he first saw you- i’d say the obsession apple doesn’t fall far from the tree… he might just be a daddy’s boy. he never could go to skew unless i played old voicemails from you to him. or the videos of you singing, he loves your singing. he love you, his daddy…

him getting freed once ramadan is completed? oh baby number two would make their arrival nine months after lol!

“Oh… I love him- sorry yn but now you’ve got competition- you just might have to share my heart with him because I’m in love with him- my sweet little boy. It’s okay and you had no choice- I don’t how I would’ve reacted to my sentence if I knew you were pregnant.. I would’ve just died really- I cannot imagine being away from him for any longer. really yn? That’s because you introduced me to him. It’s because of you my love. He’s mine- you’re mine. He loves my singing? Just like you- he loves you too, his mommy- my love. We will only try for another baby after we’re married. I can’t wait to propose to you… my parents will love him- jaewon has got a little brother now- he will love our son!! Aren’t you excited my love?”

#ask: dh: prisioner!jungkook #lmao YOU GUYS 😭😭😭♥️

[thebonemanwrites]

Coming Home

It keeps getting stranger

Standing on the lawn where you adorn me with flower petals from the cherry blossom tree every spring 

Then stepping onto the threshold where I stood and watched you all scream at each other, throwing punches against the doorframe. 

I take slow and careful steps up the stairs, where many a time we’ve hurried up and down, shiny new shoes clicking that we were given for the holiday season, click-clacking against the wood as you dash back up, yelling about forgetting your cellphone. The stairs where we’d all groan and wait as the car outside stood patiently by. 

I summit the staircase and am greeted by the sight of the sitting room where I cut my chin once trying do the splits. Where my sister and I would pose in our new outfits because it was often the only clean room in the house, and it got the most sun. Sometimes I’d lounge there for hours with a cup of tea and a book, growing crisper by the seemingly endless August hours. I turn one side to the dining room where we had dinners for the birthdays, holidays, or when you just felt special. We’d gather every dawn and dusk for Ramadan and laugh over the grueling day of fasting, and marvel every Eid over the delightful spread of fine china that never saw the light of day any other time of the year. 

Then I turn to the other side and see the kitchen where he threw a chair at you.

Behind me is the living room where you’d brush my hair through with jasmine oil, telling me stories of how ancient princesses would do this all the time so their hair would grow strong and beautiful, insisting that I was sure to become the strongest and most beautiful of them all. And then I walk down the hall, where you screamed at me for knocking over a picture frame, about how I’m always like this because I hate you, and how I’ll never change. I now flinch every time I pass through this hallway, awaiting your harsh hand against my cheek. I stare at myself in the mirror, where you called me fat right before my first solo in my high school’s spring concert. 

I pass by your room, where you’re surely asleep now, because it is late and I put off this journey every year, the long walk from the porch to my bedroom. I can almost hear childish giggles coming from behind the door, recognizing them as my own, remembering when we used to cuddle and tickle and tease, all four of us, as both of you would tell the both of us fantastic stories of our family, both the ones still here and long gone, in vivid detail that informs the way I speak and write today. 

And then I’m at my door, where you cried and called me a lowlife pervert for being queer, cursing at me for wanting to commit such disgusting acts against women. I was a virgin then, I didn’t know what sex was outside of things that were said in the movies, or by teachers who warned us not to try it until we wanted for children. I didn’t know what was so disgusting and perverted about wanting to wear boys’ clothing and kiss a girl and hold her tight in the rain. 

I hold back tears and steady myself as I attempt to head for bed. It’s close to four, and I’ve put this off long enough. 

The reading lamp is on. The bed is made with fresh sheets that smell like lavender. You’ve left pajamas on my pillow, beside my favorite sleeping mask that I keep forgetting to take with me. There are fuzzy socks and a stuffed animal propped up and alert, looking like they’re holding their breath, ready to scream “surprise!” The humidifier is full. You screamed at me a year ago for being so weak and needy, for needing this humidifier so often despite the fact that my doctor said I needed it. The humidifier is full. The word “sorry” spells itself out in the folds on my sheets, is tucked away behind my pillow. I lay down and smell your perfume, and I finally cry for the first time in months as I remember how your hand feels upon my cheek when it used to wipe away my tears.

#tw: mental health #tw: parental abuse #tw: parental neglect #tw: child abuse #tw: childhood trauma #tw: abuse #tw: violence #writing #my writing #writeblr #train of thought #narrative #tw: physical abuse #tw: emotional abuse #tw: verbal abuse

[lothloriien]

Hey I saw your tips for drawing muslims but do you have any for writing them?

hello hello, thanks for the ask!

WRITING MUSLIM CHARACTERS

stereotypes to avoid

– the “oppressed hijabi” trope

listen, most of us wear hijab because we want to. because we grew up around it. because it’s as natural as wearing a shirt. please stop acting as though we all despise our hijab and our religion

– the “misunderstanding parents” trope

why are all muslim parents emotionally or physically abusive in fiction? i personally have an amazing relationship with my parents. also not all muslim parents are trying to suck the joy out of their children’s lives. they’re just trying to keep their kids safe. also this trope usually gets pretty racist because the reason they don’t understand their child is because they’re “not from here” and “don’t get how things are done” so yknow, avoid that.

– the “abusive dad” trope

listen. i’m fully aware that abusive parents are horrible and something that people should be made aware of, but when every muslim dad in fiction is abusive, that’s just islamophobia. just. give us good relationships with our family!!!

– the “silent mom” trope

how come muslim mothers in fiction have no lines? have no voice? they’re just silent products of a household there to cook and clean. what is that all about?? please. just stop

– the “White Boy Romance” trope

oh, all muslims know where i’m going with this Do. Not. Have. A. Hijabi. Take. Off. Her. Hijab. For. A. White. Boy. please. don’t have her take it off, period. but especially not for romance. actually, if your narrative involves a muslim girl stepping away from her religion and taking off her hijab and realizing she’s happier this way, throw the whole story away. i’m sorry, but if you’re not muslim, this isn’t something for you to write about. this is not your story to write, and writing it will be extremely islamophobic. avoid a typical romance. muslim romances do not occur the way western romances do. either you gotta be okay with that and write it properly, or you should do your best to avoid it altogether.

THINGS TO DO

– let them have friends!! let them have muslim friends!! especially if they live in an area that has a high muslim population.

– let them talk about things that aren’t their religion. listen, my muslim friends and i talk about religion occasionally, but i can assure you, more of our conversation revolves around the hot boy of the week or about whatever shows we’re watching. and in terms of non-muslim friends, religion isn’t a point of tension. we respect and celebrate our differences, and that’s it. we talk about it sometimes, but we don’t argue about it

– make it clear that we’re muslim without just saying it. have us take a step aside to pray. have a character compliment our hijabs. have us fast in ramadan (or make up fasts in the winter). have us eat halal meat. say bismillah before we eat. say alhamdulillah after sneezing or when we’re thankful. subhanallah when we see something beautiful

– we’re not nuns. we find people attractive. we discuss it. it’s not a big deal

– make sure we have a personality that doesn’t revolve around our religion. yes, our religion can be a huge aspect of our identity and life, but no, it’s not the only thing. make them obsessed with a show. give them nervous habits. what do they collect? are they introverted? you tell me!

– avoid intimately close friendships with the opposite gender. casual acquaintances is fine, but this is something i would personally avoid writing if possible

– research what is haram. i’ll give you a basic list:

- pork

- meat that isn’t halal

- gelatin (unless it’s plant gelatin or from a halal store)

- missing prayers

- sex before or outside of marriage

- cheating in any way

- abuse towards your family (yes, this may come as a shock to some, but it’s actually prohibited by islam)

- drinking

- drugs

do more research, of course, but this is a basic list.

i think that about covers it: don’t stereotype us, make sure it’s noticeable that we’re muslims, give us personalities, and make sure we’re avoiding haram stuff

before anyone comes at me: i’m aware that there are muslims who don’t follow the rules and who do haram things and who don’t like their religion and don’t have stable family relationships etc, etc. BUT when that is our only representation in media, it’s islamophobic. show us good muslims, who like their religion, whose religion is their identity, who don’t feel like their religion is causing them to lose out. because we exist.

#muslims on tumblr #muslim tumblr #hijabi dark academia #hijabi tumblr #muslim dark academia #poc dark academia #writing poc #writing muslims #writing tips #writing advice #islam #hijab

[espressokiri]

Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family. 

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered. 

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou 

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[wondersbeyondcompare]

FINALLY AN OC BIRTHDAY POST THAT’S ON TIME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

For once, I actually kinda liked how the groovied image turned out, so I included it above the cut ( ´ ▽ ` ) Birthday interview (and groovy image w/o text) is under the read more if anyone was interested tho!

NRC BIRTHDAY INTERVIEW: Majid Shahin (May 12)

Part 1

Yuu: Happy birthday, Majid!

Majid: ...

Yuu: ??? Majid???

Majid: Oh, so you were talking to me.

Yuu: Who else could I have been talking to? You’re the only Majid here. And it IS your birthday today, right?

Majid: ...What day is it today?

Yuu: May 12.

Majid: Aaa... yes, that’s what I wrote on my school application form.

Yuu: Why do I get the strange feeling you wrote down some random day for your birthdate...

Majid: No, that is my actual birthday. Or at least, that’s what the people at that place told me.

Yuu: That place... What could you possibly be referring to?

Majid: An ordinary place. A lot like any other marking on a map.

Yuu: That’s awfully vague.

Majid: It’s not important for you to know.

Yuu: Ah, whatever... We’re getting side tracked from the very beginning... So! Shall we start with the birthday interview, Majid?!

Majid: Tch. It seems unnecessary, though... Can’t I just skip it-

Yuu: Question one!

Majid: You’re starting anyway?!

Part 2

Yuu: How’s your birthday celebrations going so far? Received any fun gifts yet?

Majid: Well... I don’t know about fun, but some people brought me a bag of snacks earlier in the day. And dorm leader Kalim gave me one of the textiles his family had in a limited collection. Just a fancy blanket with the famed Cave of Wonders stitched in stars.He says it was handmade, but he’s gotta be lying... who could possibly have the time...

Yuu: So, you were given gifts, but you still didn’t remember that it was your birthday? Not even a simple “happy birthday!!” tipped it off?

Majid: Must’ve not heard them. I just thought they were all being weirdly generous today. And I like getting free stuff.

Yuu: Fair enough. Did you receive presents from anyone else?

Majid: A couple of my dorm members gave me bangles and other jewelry. One gave me a jewelry repair kit.

Yuu: Oh, seems like you’re interested in that kind of stuff. You’re always wearing those flashy accessories after all.

Majid: I don’t mind it... But I didn’t want to try the earrings on no matter how much they begged me to...

Yuu: ? Is there something wrong with what they gave you?

Majid: I’m just attached to this one earring. It holds a kind of... nostalgia... I guess...

Yuu: Nostalgia huh... Ah, right, what about Jamil? Did he get you anything?

Majid: Tch... It’s something stupid I’m sure. I saw him carrying a weirdly wrapped present. “You cannot, absolutely CANNOT open this before this evening,” he said. He’s as strict as ever. I almost got a hint from the dorm leader, but Senior Jamil slapped his hand over his mouth. Maybe it’s cleaning supplies or something...

Part 3

Yuu: Have you always celebrated your birthdays like this?

Majid: In school?

Yuu: No, I mean, with this many people around you! And with so much going on for your celebration!

Majid: I don’t see the point in birthdays. Can’t you buy yourself little gifts throughout the year and have the same effect? There’s no reason to push it all onto one day like this.

Yuu: Aaa, but it’s not just about gifts! It’s also about spending time with your family and friends! Didn’t you... celebrate birthdays with your... why are you glaring at me like that?

Majid: ...This was stupid after all. I’m going back to my room.

Yuu: Wait, wait, wait!!! I’m sorry; I won’t pry anymore about that!!!

Majid: Good.

Yuu: But I am curious on how you spent your birthdays before this...

Majid: So you’re still going on about that... I don’t usually celebrate my birthday in the first place, so there’s nothing more to say. If I was in a good mood I’d spend a bunch of money on expensive stuff or add another cool lava lamp to my collection, but that’s it.

Yuu: Certainly you celebrated your birthday as a little kid though, right?

Majid: That’s... Well...

Yuu: ?

Majid: Sometimes the people at that place would bring us to the local bakeries to get some sweets... Sugar cookies, all kinds of baklava, kanafeh... They would let us pick out whatever we wanted during our birthday month, maybe even give us little gifts if they managed to raise enough money at that time.

Yuu: What was your favorite sweet?

Majid: I didn’t care for fancy cakes and stuff, so... luqaimats were fine with me.

Some of the Muslim aunties at that place would always cook those during Ramadan and give them out to everyone there as an evening dessert. It was an easy-to-get street food too.

Yuu: You seem to have fond memories of this place, but what exactly is it?

Majid: ...It doesn’t matter. I left it pretty quickly, so I don’t even remember that much anymore. It was suffocating to begin with. Don’t ask pointless questions.

Yuu: ! I’m- I’m sorry.

Majid: No... No, never mind. Just forget I said anything. I have to go back now anyway. ...Aren’t you coming along?

Yuu: Oh? I’m invited to your birthday party?!

Majid: Not just that, it seems like there’s gonna be a separate kind of feast tonight. A lot of my dorm members have been looking forward to it for a while now. And dorm leader Kalim said to invite everyone and anyone I knew...

Yuu: So, I’m your plus one? Haha, I appreciate it, Majid.

Majid: Don’t phrase it that way. Company’s the last thing I need anyway.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland ocs #Majid #Kalim #Jamil #art #my art #my post #birthday #writing #my writing #twisted wonderland mc #i felt like majid wouldnt be the type to celebrate his birthday in the 1st place #like no one really made it feel that special to him so he didnt see the need to continue celebrating it?? idk #those at the orphanage didnt treat any of them badly btw #but it was hard caring for so many kids at once when youre both 1) understaffed and 2) underfunded #majid has some good memories of the orphanage but also hated having to constrain himself to a set schedule and constant surveillance #so he escaped so many times that they eventually gave up on keeping him there (._.) i mentioned this before lol but its been a while #he never refers to it directly unless he’s prompted to #since some people used to give him dirty/pitiful looks whenever he mentioned it #hes never hated living there tho #also the reason kalim is so happy over the present jamil gave to majid is mostly b/c like #oh!! these two are finally getting along (⌒▽⌒) glorious day!!! #and majid may have been shocked to the point of accidentally calling jamil ‘viper senpai’ as he wants to be called #before immediately turning the other way and going back to using his first name lol #also it was vague but the ‘feast’ majid was referring to was the start of eid al-fitr #majid doesnt follow any particular religion himself but since this was the scarabia dorm i figured a good amount of them might be muslim so #so happy eid to anyone who celebrates it!! (*'▽'*) eid mubarak!!

[dysfunctionalcrab]

hi niss <3 i hope you’re doing great and everything has been going well for you! sorry i haven’t talked to you in a while, i’ve been so busy with school :( there’s only about a month left but i have so many assignments, projects, and exams. work has been super tiring as well

on the bright side tho i’ve been watching new animes recently and i love them sm! i’m also going to eat korean bbq with a few friends after our class tmrw and i’m excited about that! then some other friends have been talking about going on a trip for my birthday so i’m excited about that :D

anyways, how have you been?

hi hailey!! don’t feel guilty about it i know exactly what you mean, school takes up so much of our time 💞 especially if you have many exams and projects, those are the things that are important and i hope and do amazing on those!! what animes are you watching 👀

i remember you weren’t able to go to the last trip so i’m praying for your birthday you’re able to go with you friends, is there anywhere ur mostly planning to go? and korean barbecue sounds so delicious rn omfg 🥲

i’m doing good thank you tho! same as you i’ve just been caught up and busy with school. i’ve been revising non stop but it’s almost the end of ramadan so i can start going back to uni without a dizzy head 💞 i haven’t got many interesting things going on in my life tbh. i mean i saw a hip replacement procedure yesterday and a c section today so 😭 but i guess a few of my cousins are wanting to take me to central london today so we can try hotpot for the first time!

#niss’s asks #tinyegg #hailey my beloved

[themonotonysyndrome]

Hey i just want to know that if you still make headcanon holy quintet in twst series , if you not is okay ,but if you still make , i have several question ,

What if madoka transform to madokami i want to know boys reaction especially diasmonia boys ?

I want to know what if sayaka got corrupt and the boys reaction(especially adeuce) see witch form sayaka for first time and their think sayaka got overblot but they wrong it worst than that!

I want to know that what boys reaction if they see the witchs and Walpurgisnacht for the first time are they gonna fight or not?

What all boys(especially dorm leaders)reaction homura tell the truth of soul gem and she tell how she looping time to time for 12 years and 100 looping

And btw i am boy its weird boy love twisted wonderland(not really but i love the character design and story(i just hate riddle mom treat him to obey all rules, he need freedom:( ))

Sorry for making many question

Hello! I’m happy that you enjoyed the TWST x PMMM series! Most of my writing projects have taken a back seat due to work and since it’s currently the Ramadan season, I just don’t have a lot of energy to write anymore more than for work. I mean, it took me half a day to answer this ask. 

I definitely want to get back to writing for this crossover series and maybe even copied what I’ve written so far into my AO3 for easy reading and navigating but we’ll see. For now, I’m indulging whatever plot bunnies that come my way so I won’t stop writing altogether. 

So lay them on me, dude! Expanding the series is always fun. (Also, bear with me. This is gonna be a long post). 

@lionheartanotheraccount and I had discussed these actually on Discord! Some were pinned, some were not (I’m an idiot. I should have pinned all of our crossover texts!), so lemme explain what I still remember. Feel free to pinch in if I forgot something incorrectly or left something out, Lion! 

1. What if Madoka transforms to MadoKAMI, I want to know boys’ reaction, especially Diasmonia’s boys

After the anime ended, Lion and I talked about how not that she’s a Goddess, she has the ability to visit Twisted Wonderland on her own and she approached Malleus and the rest of the Diasomnia gang in her human disguise so as not to freak them out. Well, Lilia and Malleus could feel the divinity within Madoka and you can expect the immense shock that not only could Madoka travel across worlds, but she’s also no longer human too. It’s a teary reunion and Malleus’ and Lilia’s hearts break when MadoKAMI explain everything. They comforted her to their best ability but ultimately, it’s been done. There’s nothing else they could do for her. It’s bittersweet for Lilia. Why, a human child ascended into a Goddess so she could save the fates of her friends and every Magical Girls in the past, present and future - she grew up out of necessity and love. Both Lilia and Malleus is proud to be her friend. 

2.  I want to know what if Sayaka got corrupt and the boys’ reaction(especially Adeuce) see Witch form Sayaka for the first time and they think Sayaka got Overblot but they wrong it worst than that!

The existence of a Witch’s Labyrinth is enough to make the boys instantly wary and a bit frighten (not that any of them would admit it). Bad times for everyone. The boys so confused, wanting to help Sayaka. The girls are horrified at the truth of Witches and Magical Girls and Homura is rushing in to kill Sayaka. Chaos everywhere with Octavie shrieking and trying to kill them all, Symposium Magarum blaring in the background and the Witch’s familiars flying everywhere to make sure their Witch could enjoy the music. 

No one could fight Octavia so they had to retreat. Homura causing enough distraction for them to escape. By the time they went out of the Labyrinth, shouting and screams begin. 

Adeuce would the most horrified, Madoka of course, heartbroken. Mami is losing it (to which Homura’s getting trigger happy and refused to look away from her. She’s ready to put Mami out of her misery the moment Mami so much as flinch) and Sayaka is both furious and still in shock. At this point, Homura has no choice but to reveal the fact she knows the truth about Magical Girls in order to explain that no, they don’t Overblot. They... mature into Witches when their Soul Gems turn pitch black. Here’s a little gem(lol) from explorerofsy on Discord:  vil internally: mami is a gem 

vil later when he finds out about soul gems: 

when i said that mami is a gem, i did not expect that to be literal

It’s sad but it made me laugh sick. 

3. I want to know that what boys’ reaction if they see the Witches and Walpurgisnacht for the first time. Are they gonna fight or not?

The moment Homura explains that turning to Witches is irreversible and is the ultimate fate of all Magical Girls, some would deny it. Their magic is different from the girls, maybe they have a way to stop the transformation here in Twisted Wonderland. The academically-inclined students (Malleus, Riddle, Jamil, Vil and even Idia) would delve into hours of research, only to find nothing (I mean, Kyubey is akin to an Eldritch being, something beyond their comprehension so how on Twisted Wonderland would they push their magic against his strange abilities?). The other students are keeping a very close eye on the girls’ Soul Gems. I mentioned in a long-ago post that even Lilia would demand Madoka present her Soul Gem to him for inspection once every week since Madoka is still distraught over what happened to Sayaka. 

Will the boys fight the Witches? Well, in terms of Octavia, the Heartslabyul boys will struggle to kill her, even after Homura explains that the Witch is no longer Sayaka and it’s better to put her out of her despair and give her Grief Seed to Madoka (though Madoka would let Adeuce keep Octavia’s Grief Seed; it’s the only thing the boys have left of Sayaka after all. Madoka at least have years worth of memories of them together). 

In terms of Walpurgisnacht, Homura would debrief the girls and boys the strongest Witch to ever exist (Keeping Kriemhild Gretchen to herself. For now. She really, really doesn’t want to open that horrible can of worms) and showed them just how powerful and destructive she can be using her magic. Malleus would be intrigued in fighting her though. 

4. What would the boys’ (especially dorm leaders) reaction be when Homura tell the truth of Soul Gems and she tells how she looping time to time for 12 years and 100 looping

Characters like Leona, Lilia and Malleus would be shocked stupid. Time magic is already an insanely OP power and Homura, a human child, been abusing and looping time just to find a way to kill Walpurgisnacht? Leona will straight up spit out that Homura’s insane and Lilia will silently agree with him, wondering if Homura has gone mad. Malleus couldn’t help but applaud Homura’s will and her careful planning in making sure her Soul Gem remains pure. Kalim will cry for her; he couldn’t imagine what sort of pain Homura purposely gone through just to save her friends (cue Homura’s awkwardly patting him on the back, telling him not to cry because she made her choices) 

5. And btw i am boy its weird boy love twisted wonderland(not really but i love the character design and story(i just hate riddle mom treat him to obey all rules, he need freedom:( ))

It’s cool! Twisted Wonderland and its fandom are some of the very few fandoms I really enjoy. But then again, I tend to keep to myself and some close friends so I don’t really see the dramas. And you’re right, the story and characters’ design are what hooked me in. I was introduced to Twisted Wonderland when I saw a fanart of a little Azul holding hands with Floyd and Jade, looking disgruntled at being treated like a kid while the Tweels just smirk. That’s why Azul and the Tweels will always be my favourite in the fandom!

Yeah... when you think about it, most of the characters have unhealthy relationships with their family. Riddle with his Mum, Leona with his status and brother, Azul with his childhood bullying, and while we don’t know what exactly happen with King and Queen Draconia, Malleus probably knew them for only a short time (hell, they could even pass away before he was hatched). 

#Monotony's rambling #Holy Quintet in TW series

[skamesptranslations]

TRANSCRIPT

SEASON 4 EPISODE 2 CLIP 9 - I DON’T HAVE MY HEADSCARF ON

18 APRIL SATURDAY 11:32

Mom: I told you I would take care of this. And also, it’s not worth it. 

A: But it’s worth it, mum. Why don’t you wanna call the lawyer?

Mum: I don’t wanna have problems at work

[Dani text: heeeeeeey can you speak?]

Mum: *in Arabic* talk to her cause I can’t with her.

Dad: *in Arabic* your mother is right, it’s not worth it.

A: What do you mean it’s notworth it? No one can force her to take her headscarf off, the same as no one can force nobody to take the cross necklace off. This is the same thing, it’s the same thing.

Mum: Come on, Amira, having a headscarf on doesn’t make you a better or a worse Muslim. 

A: I know, I know, but it’s not that. It’s only that no one can force you to take it off.

Mum: And you can’t force me to leave it on! *in Arabic* I’ve decided, I’m not gonna wear it at work anymore. 

A: But… You haven’t decided that. They told you at work “take off your headscarf”, and you, really obedient, what have you done? Take it off.

Mum: That’s it, done! I’m not gonna get fired because of this. 

A: Mum, I told you a million times that you can’t get fired because of that, they can’t get you fired because of that, mum. 

Mum: They wouldn’t do it! But they would find any motive to fire me. And also, you don’t understand these things.

A: Yes, I understand it. I understand it perfectly. The thing is… you’re cowards.

Dad: *in Arabic* Amira, respect your mother.

A: It’s true, it’s true. The other day in the restaurant, they charged us wrong and what did you do? Nothing. You stayed quiet, with the head low, in case they would look at us or something, like “there go the moors again, making a fuss”

Mum: Stop, don’t bring this topic again!

A: Mum, the thing is… it angers me, and I don’t understand why it doesn’t anger up too. Like… like, we aren’t second-class citizens, we are like the others, we have the same rights.

Dad: Amira, stop it, safia*, now!

A: Now you’re protesting, huh? Now you protest.

Dad: *in Arabic* I don’t know what I’m gonna do with this kid…

Mum: *in Arabic* She’s so annoying!

*Amira’s memories*

Dad: Amira, stop it, safia, now!

Cris: Do you hate me a lot?

*Amira writing in a notebook*

Ramadan 2020

-Don’t fight with my parents

-Pray in time

-Restrain my bad temper.

-DON’T LIE

-Be patient

-Forgive

[Group chat texts:

C: We meet up at 9?

E: Better at half past.

V: They’ve opened up a really cheap shots place 

E: Ole, we’re gonna get wasted!

N: Drunkard

V: We are almost 30 in the trip chat

A: Great!!!

C: Amy are you coming?

A: No. I’m staying home.]

*muffled*

Mum: Hello

Dani: Hello, what’s up?

Mum: What about your parents, how are they?

Dani: Great, like always. Is Amira home?

Mum: Yes, she’s in her bedroom.

Dani: Thanks. Hey, Moustafa! How are you?

Dad: Hello, Dani, how are you?

Dani: Good, good, look at me, i’m looking fine.

Mum: Amira! Daniel has come to see you!

D: Amy, can I come in?

A: No, no, I don’t have my headscarf on.

D: Okay, okay. Hey, my sister told me that they mugged you the other day, I’m really sorry, really. I understand that you’re mad, but fuck, you went away without saying anything, okay? If you would’ve asked, I would’ve told you without any problem. 

A: Yeah, sure.

D: What?

A: Nothing. 

D: What’s up?

A: Nothing, nothing’s wrong.

D: Fuck, something’s up.

A: No, dude, I’m fine, that’s it.

D: I don’t believe you.

A: Well, don’t believe me then.

D: Hey, I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s up with you…

A: Okay, okay, it’s just, I saw you at the party making out with Eva and it fucked me up, and that’s it, I prefer not to see you. Go away, please. 

A: Are you still there?

D: Yes. The thing is… I’m thinking about what to say. 

A: Don’t say anything, go away, and that’s it.

D: But I don’t want to go away. I… Let’s see… I’ll start at the beginning, okay? When you asked me to train the kids I accepted immediately cause… I would see you more that way. I was sure that you didn’t care about me, that’s why I never told you anything. Fuck, I conformed just seeing you every week and spending some time together. Amira, I don’t know if it’s since a year ago or two, I lost track. But I like you. For a while. 

[Zina - Babylone]

*”stop it” in Arabic.

#skam españa #transcript #s4e2c9 #amira naybet #dani soto

[elysianslove]

omg you’re muslim?? i’m sorry that sounds weird but like it’s so rare to come across another muslim account here, let alone a fanfic one so it’s super cool! anyways i hope you’re doing well :)

haha yes i am!!! and no not weird at all!! i had the same reaction when i saw some mutuals/just people in general reblogging my post about the ramadan thing. i was like !!!!!! there are other people like me here too omg !!!!!! i found it just as cool haha, but thank you! i hope you’re doing well too <3 

#asks #sal speaks <3

[twsted-tales-of-scheherazade]

Hello! Glad to have another twst blog to follow. May I request a scenario where Sebek discovers he has a secret admirer who actually likes his brash personality?? G/n is fine!

It all started one day when Sebek spots a letter on his desk. At first, he thought it was just litter that a careless classmate had left. He was about to crumple the paper and throw it out (before giving the offender a piece of his mind)…until he saw his name written on it. Curious, he takes a closer look and his eyes narrow in confusion as he reads every word.

Dear Sebek,

I would just like to say that I admire you very much. I think your drive and hard work is inspiring. Not many people are as passionate as you are. Even with your faults, I think that Malleus is lucky to have you as a vassal. Please always remain who you are.Your good traits far outweigh your bad ones, and I’m sure you will continue to improve with time.

--[Initial of your first name]

Admittedly, the message had caught him off guard, but he didn’t dwell on it too much once the teacher arrived. He folded the letter and placed it in his pocket. It was time to focus on his studies. If he got distracted by something so trivial, then he’s not worthy of calling himself his lord’s vassal.

However, that wasn’t the end of it.

Every other day, he would get new letters placed on his desk, always filled with encouragement and praise for his efforts. He won’t admit it out loud, but they do stir up something within his heart. It’s not often that his work is acknowledged after all. He would feel lighter whenever he read them. Such a strange feeling it was. He didn’t know something like that could have such a drastic effect on him. Sometimes, he wonders if a spell was put upon those messages, even though he knew otherwise.

His mood changes didn’t escape the eyes of Malleus, Silver, and Lilia either.

“You’ve been quite spirited as of late, Sebek. Care to share what has made you so cheerful?” The ancient fae asks one day as they were having lunch.

“It is nothing of importance Lord Lilia. I’ve just been receiving these anonymous letters.” Now that caught the interest of everyone at the table.

“Anonymous letters?” Silver inquired, momentarily placing down his utensil.

“I have just received another one this morning.” Lilia’s eyes scanned the letter that was handed to him before his expression turned delighted. “How wonderful! You have a secret admirer. Oh, to be young…” He sighed wistfully.

“Pardon? What is a secret admirer…?” The green-haired fae asked, blinking in confusion. This time, it was Silver that answered, “A secret admirer is when a person likes you but doesn’t have the courage to talk to you face to face, so they send anonymous gifts like these instead.”

“You should meet them, Sebek. This person definitely wishes to get closer to you.”

“I-If Lord Lilia says so. However, I have not even caught a glimpse of this person.”

“Fufu…leave that to me.”

A few days later, you nearly had a heart attack after the ancient fae appeared behind you…hanging upside down from the ceiling. You were thankful that there were no people nearby at the time, considering that your scream was rather loud. Lilia caught you before you could stumble and fall, steadying you with a gentle hand.

“Apologies about that little one.” You didn’t know if that apology was even sincere with that amused smile on his face.

His eyes studied you for a moment before chuckling. “Sebek would like to meet this afternoon at Diasomnia. I do hope you can come.”

...And you did. Lilia already knew your face. What is the point of hiding anymore?

Now, you were fidgeting in your seat as the green-haired fae poured you a cup of tea. He eyed you for a moment before taking a seat across the table. “Human. You are my...secret admirer?” Even now, the term was still quite foreign on his tongue. His eyes narrowed once you answered his question with a quiet “Yes.”

“Then, I ask you, what is your goal for sending those letters? Are you perhaps trying to get me to let down my guard with your words? If you are trying to soften me so that you can get close to the young master-”

“N-No!” You shut him down immediately. 

You should have expected as much. Leave it to Sebek to become suspicious of everything…

“I...I really do like you! This has nothing to do with Senior Malleus!”

“You must call him the Great Malleus Draconia! Anything else would be disrespect!”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry.” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this point.

“But, Sebek. Please, listen. I like you. I really do. I don’t have any ulterior motives. In my eyes...you’re really amazing. You always, always work so hard. You’re sincere, you speak your mind...you look towards your goals. I admire that about you. Believe that, at least.” Your eyes never broke contact with him as you said these words. And although he loathed to admit it, he felt his heart skip a beat.

A few moments later, he snapped out of his stupor and cleared his throat. “I-I see. My apologies. Do forgive me for disrespecting your feelings. Your letters are...not bad, human. They are a great source of motivation.”

Before you can say anything else, he puffed out his chest and sent you a smug smile. “N-Naturally, I must give my best at everything! Listen, serving Lord Malleus is-”

And he’s back to talking about Malleus. You sighed, half-fond, half-exasperated. Well, this side of him is rather charming too.

After that day, you had no qualms about approaching Sebek anymore. It was safe to say that you’ve become friends. Although...maybe someday, you can take the next step and turn your friendship into something more?

...Unbeknownst to you, the Sebek is starting to feel more and more strange as the days pass. He wonders why his heart beats faster whenever he recalls your shining eyes and your sincere expression that day. The blush on his cheeks darken, and yet, he refuses to acknowledge it.

And so, the first tale has been told. I do hope you enjoyed it, dear traveler.

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#Alf layla wa layla #Sebek Zigvolt #twst #Twisted Wonderland #twst Sebek #Twisted Wonderland Sebek #Reader Insert #Sebek

[graceslavenderhaze]

dance denial {connor stevens}

you have a flirty and playful relationship, when the week of the glow dance rolls around she gets the courage to ask him but is sidelined by a supernatural disturbance.

also the gif belongs the @lovethephantoms idk why it doesn’t say it doesn’t have their handle under this. ( if they see this, omg hi i love you.)

requested fem!reader but it's not a main focus of the imagine.

trigger warnings: talks of bad crushes and boyfriends but nothing explicit, cursing ( not safe for Ramadan.)

It took a lot for you to come to terms with your feelings about Connor. You knew you had feelings for him, you just hadn't decided if those feelings were positive or negative in the long term. Your friends were tired of you dancing around your feelings, they just wanted you both to be happy. They didn't care if that meant you two dating or just having a friendship with flirtatious tension.

You had made up your mind on asking him to the dance on Monday night. After having a two hour long facetime with Gabby and Hanna they'd convinced you their was literally no reason as to why he would say no. So when Tuesday morning rolled around you were dead set on asking him. But he wasn't there. Then possibly one of the weirdest and scariest weeks of your life started taking place, so asking Connor to the dance was sidelined ultimately.

Then everything was reset. The shadowman was gone. Connor was back, and it was Friday night again. You had another opportunity to ask him but pushed it away. You'd already asked him, or his possessed state? It wasn't worth the possible humiliation.

"He rejected me once, I can't deal with that confrontation again." You said to Hanna as you got ready together. Gabby on facetime getting ready with you guys in spirit but her mom promised her she could drive so she opted to get ready at home. "Ok in the past twenty four you've battled a shadow demon." Gabby said as she stopped applying her highlighter to give you a dead stare over the phone for dramatic flare before continuing. " You can ask him to the glow dance."

"Seriously, you saved his life. He owes you a dance date at least." Hanna said as she began doing her hair. You shook your head, "He doesn't owe me anything. I would've done it for any of you." You said as you applied eyeliner.

"Yeah but for Connor just a smidge more." Gabby giggled over the phone, you rolled your eyes. "It's okay, you have a crush." Hanna said turning her attention to you, "Not the end of the world, literally everyone on the face of the earth has had them."

"It's not a crush!" You exclaimed, you hadn't had the best track record with crushes. Therefore you refused to even put Connor in that category. It seemed like every time you'd get close to someone, they'd hurt you and leave. You didn't want that with Connor. Even if you denied your own feelings, your walls were so high that you didn't notice them start to crack and grow flowers around your best friend.

"Is this about hewhoshallnotbenamed?" Gabby didn't have to ask that, it was a dead give away. Your ex had hurt you really bad. He was the first boy you dated in freshman year and slowly but surely he broke your heart with a sledge hammer.

"We all know my track record is shit, Connors just." You didn't even know how to explain it. "I chase people away. I don't know if feelings are worth losing him." You'd put your eyeliner down at this point. "Fuck that!" Gabby said before covering her mouth and checking to see if her mom was home yet. "Sorry but, you almost lost him this week isn't that more the reason to tell him?"

"When I first showed up in the dark the first thing he asked about was if you were okay." Hanna added, "If he didn't like you why would he have gone through such lengths to protect you this whole time?" It was true, since he got out of the light house he hadn't taken his sight off of you or let you get out of arms reach. Was the only thing stopping you, your own paranoia?

You'd finished getting ready with Hanna about half an hour ago. She went home so her moms could take pictures before she showed up at the dance and Gabby hung up not so much before hand. You stayed cleaning in your room so when you got home it wasn't a total disaster.

Your parents weren't back from work yet so you were enjoying blasting your music before going to the generic recycled playlists the school constantly played at the dances. Then your doorbell being rung distracted you. "Got it!" You yelled rushing towards the door incase it was a mail carrier or something like that.

Opening the door you saw Connor, his usual dark and distressed clothing tossed aside wearing something more fitting for the glow dance. "Hey!" He said walking in as you closed the door behind him. "Hey, I thought we were all meeting at the dance?" You asked, it had been mutually decided in the group chat. After Gabby's mom agreed she could drive there, Hanna's moms wanted pictures, and other personal conflicts that had presented that meeting up individually would be the best idea.

"We still are, I just thought that I should pick you up." He said as the two of you made your way back to your bedroom. "Why would you pick me up?" You asked as continued to clean your room while Connor jumped onto your bed. "Cause we're us, y'know." He said taking sudden interests in your squishmallows.

You stopped in your tracks. If there was a nobel peace prize or some societal outstanding award for stubbornness, you win beating every nomee in a landslide. "There isn't an us, there just is just our flirty friendship that has a suffocating amount of romantic tension which sucks!" You declared turning around. Taken aback he sat up, "I thought that you liked this flirty friendship."

"Not if it's only going to be a fucking friendship." You said lowly leaning against your desk. Realizing what you'd said you spit out whatever would save your ass, "Let's just pretend like this never happened." Standing up and walking in front of you. "I'm not okay with pretending, especially when I've waited so long." You try to push away but you're already in a corner, both literally and metaphorically.

" I'm bad luck, trust me. You deserve a girlfriend who can actually tell you how she feels, Con." It was like a lightbulb flashed in his head. Turning around and grabbing a reversible octopus off of your bed. "Tell me how you feel then." He said placing it into your hands. It was on green, green would be playing it safe. Your friendship would stay the same and you wouldn't have to risk ruining it. No deep end.

You flipped it to purple before handing it to Connor. He smiled, "You deserve to be loved." You looked up at him, deep end bound. He placed his hands on either side of your face. "So let me through those walls." You breathed in. "Only if you promise you won't hurt me."

"Never. I could never hurt you." You felt the moss and ivy that had grown upright on those walls slowly retracted. You moved to place your head in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you. "Shit, there goes my stone cold bitch reputation." You joked.

Loosening his grip he curled one of fingers and placed it under your chin. "You were never stone cold to me." Pressing his lips to yours. "But my girlfriend is a bitch and I like her very much." He joked causing you to giggle.

"So, are we going to the dance? Because I like this." You said, He stepped back. "Yes and we can do more of this later." He said as you grabbed your shoes. "Didn't take you for a clinger, Con." You said sitting down to tie them. "Really?" He said jumping onto your bed and crashing into you, "Cause I can get clingy-er." He said pulling himself into you as you finished to tie your shoes. You looked over and smiled.

"M'lady." He said holding his hand out with a dorky british accent. "Why thank you kind sire." You said taking it and walking out of your room.

#are you afraid of the dark #are you afraid of the dark imagine #are you afraid of the dark x reader #ayaotd imagine #ayaotd x reader #connor stevens #connor stevens imagine #luke mccoy #hanna romero #gabby lewis #jai malyas #grace writes

[spencer-reids-veins]

Would You Be So Kind? Barista!Reader x Season 5 Spencer Reid

synopsis: you’re one of the baristas at the coffee that Spencer likes to frequent, fluff ensues

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none, just a whole lotta fluff!

You moved quickly behind the counter of the coffee shop you had worked at for nearly 5 years, fixing drinks as if you were in a daze, muscle memory had helped you move efficiently as you worked through the morning line that always formed on Saturdays. You heard the bell at the front of the shop ring as a familiar face entered, a tall lanky man with swoopy brown hair smiled at you as the two of you made eye contact. ‘I’ll cover this one, wait by the pickup station.’ You mouthed at him. He nodded smiling at you and returned with a quick ‘thank you’.

You set to work fixing his usual order, an espresso and a chocolate chip muffin. You smile remembering back to the first time he came into the shop, almost three years ago.

-Flashback-

You were working the register that day, not something you particularly liked but since it was a slow day for customers, you didn’t have to do much. You had actually started to doze off into a daydream until you were abruptly interrupted by the bell at the entrance ringing, signalling that someone had entered.

A tall man with short slicked back brown hair and horn rimmed glasses , dressed in a sweater vest and a brown suit jacket that almost matched his hair walked up to the counter. He seemed nervous, it must have been his first time in the shop. 

You smiled at him “what can I get for you today handsome?” you asked him, the words coming out without anything thinking. Your eyes widened slightly in embarrassment as you realized what you had said. “I’m sor-” You said but he cut you off “It’s ok, just not used to people calling me that.” The man responded, nervously adjusting his glasses. “I um-uh, my name’s Spencer.” He added quickly as he fidgeted with his hands.

“What can I get for you today then Spencer?” You asked him winking. “Um just an espresso and uh..” He trailed off peering into the case of baked goods next to the register. “And a chocolate chip muffin as well please.” 

As you rang up his order you smiled at him “That’ll be $7.48.” You told Spencer laughing softly as he fumbled pulling out his wallet and counted out the change. 

“Thank you very much, I’ll have that ready for you in just a minute.” You told him smiling as you put the money in the register.

-that flashback over, cue more recent one-

After almost two years of seeing Spencer come into the coffee shop and order the same thing, an espresso and a chocolate chip muffin, you had become accustomed to seeing Spencer almost every day. However, suddenly that stopped.

It had been almost two weeks and there had been no sign of him, you had asked your coworkers that had been in when you weren’t working if they had seen him, but none of them could recall Spencer coming into the shop. 

You were starting to worry, worry about this strange man that you had only talked to about what kind of coffee he wanted, hell, you didn’t even know his last name. 

Part of you wanted to dive into the internet to see if you could find any information on him in the hopes of seeing if you could figure the reasoning for his absence.

You were in the middle of making some fancy nonfat oat milk drink when the entrance bell rang, you looked up out of habit hoping it would be Spencer but instead it was muscular dark skinned man. Definitely not Spencer. You sighed to yourself slightly disappointed, not even fully understanding why you were upset, it’s not like you and Spencer were friends, the only time you saw each other was at the coffee shop.

You finished up the order then went to the register to help the man that had entered. “What can I get you today sir?” You asked him, putting on your customer service smile.

“Um, an espresso and shit give me a minute I don’t want to mess up his order.” The man responded, pulling out his phone and quickly dialled a phone number. “Hey baby girl, do you remember what kind of muffin Reid wanted? I can’t remember if he said blueberry or chocolate chip.” He said into the phone. Suddenly the wheels in your brain started to turn and you began to connect the dots.

“Ok thanks princess.” The man said as he hung up and turned his attention back to you. “A-” “Chocolate chip muffin?” You asked him quickly, accidentally cutting him off.

He gave you a surprised look. “Yeah, how did you know?” He asked quizzically. “Just a guess.” you responded as you shrugged slightly. “Is this for a guy named Spencer by any chance?” You asked him hopefully. 

The man looked even more surprised when you asked him that. “Yeah.. how did you guess?” He asked, trying to study your face.

“He came in here like every day, is there something wrong? I haven’t seen him in a while.” You told him, your voice laced with worry.

“He’s um, currently in the hospital, we had an incident at work.” He told you, not sharing many details. 

“I’m Derek by the way, Derek Morgan.” He told you. You introduced yourself and gave him his change letting him know that he could wait off to the side for the order.

Derek’s words get replaying in your mind. ‘He’s in the hospital’ those words filled you with more worry than you liked to admit.

After you finished making the order, you grabbed an extra muffin and put it in the bag with the other one with a few napkins, you knew that hospital food wasn’t exactly five star. You wrote out a quick note on another napkin and slipped it into the bag. ‘Spencer, I hope you’re doing alright. Enjoy the extra muffin, hope to see you soon - Y/N :)’

-Flashback over-

You looked at the clock and realized that you were almost done with your shift, you decided that today would be the day you would actually try to talk to Spencer about something other than coffee. You quickly scribbled out a note to put with Spencer’s muffin. ‘I get off work in like 15 minutes, would you want to go to a bookstore with me? I need to pick up some books and I could use the company- Y/N’ you slipped the note into the bag and set it on the counter for Spencer, hoping he’d open the bag before he left the shop.

You had hardly noticed that 15 minutes had passed by, you quickly slipped out from behind the counter and took off your apron. 

You finished packing up your things and looked around to see if Spencer was still there. You sighed, slightly disappointed when you didn’t see him inside the shop. As you headed out of the coffee shop, you heard someone call your name behind you. 

You turned and saw Spencer running towards you, his hair messy from the cool autumn breeze, you noticed that in one hand he was holding a crumpled napkin, your note. The sight made you smile as he stopped in front of you. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your note right away. I had to do a quick work call and I didn’t see it until after that.” He said, beginning to ramble which made you laugh quietly. “It’s fine, I’m just glad we were able to talk about something other than coffee for once.” You told him, smiling as the two of you started to walk together towards the bookstore that was a few blocks down.

“Did you know that coffee was originally a very religious drink? It originated in Ethiopia, Kenya and Sudan and many Muslim people used it to celebrate Ramadan, they believed that the prophet Muhammed brought humanity coffee as a substitute for wine since Islam forbids the consumption of alcohol.” Spencer told you, his hands moving with his words as the two of you walked.

“I did not.” you responded putting your hand in front of Spencer to stop him from walking directly into traffic. “But did you know that getting hit by a car isn’t the ideal way to spend the first time hanging out with someone?” You told him, only half joking. Your comment made him laugh softly. “Thanks” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed “I get distracted sometimes when I get excited.” He added, his face tinged pink from a mix of embarrassment and the cold.

“Don’t worry about it.” You told him grabbing his hand to pull him across the street after the walk signal lit up.

Spencer seemed surprised at the contact but didn’t say anything as you both made it across the street and to the local bookstore. You didn’t even realize that you were still holding onto Spencer’s hand as you led him inside and over to the fantasy section first.

Once you stopped at one of the shelves, you realized that you were still holding onto Spencer’s hand and quickly let go, embarrassed by your action. You quickly scanned the shelves until you found the book you were looking for. “Bingo.” you said taking it off of the shelf. “Goldman huh?” Spencer asked you, looking at the cover and cracking a smile. “Do you have an issue with S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love Spencer Reid?” You responded as you raised an eyebrow at him. “No none at all, I actually really enjoyed it, I remember reading it when I was six, my dad gave me a copy for my birthday.” He said quickly, trying to backtrack in case he had said something wrong.

“I was just kidding, don't worry.” You told Spencer with a smile as you started walking over to the poetry section, he followed close behind you. “So, romance novels and poetry huh? You don’t really strike me as the cheesy story type.” Spencer mused as you squatted down to grab a copy of A Scattering by Christopher Reid, you laughed quietly to yourself realizing he and Spencer had the same last name. “And what type of book lover do I strike you as Spencer?” you responded with a smirk, interested to hear his response. 

“Well, I would guess more realistic fiction or even science fiction. Many of those types of books can be used as a form of escapism from our daily boring lives. Seeing as you work at a coffee shop and you don’t really seem like a super adventurous person, I’d make the conclusion that you find your adventures in books rather than in real life.” Spencer told you. Your heart dropped slightly as you heard what he said. “Wait you think I’m boring?” You asked him, suddenly upset.

“What? N-no Y/N, I was just saying that people tend to use books as their way to escape-” 

“From their boring lives yeah I heard that.” You interrupted him crossly. “So you think that I have a boring life, is that it Spencer? Is that what you concluded about me and what kinds of books I like to read?” You said as you narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for him to respond.

“I am so sorry if you thought that’s what I meant, it didn’t come out the way I meant it to. I don’t think you’re boring at all, very far from that in fact. You just don’t really exhibit many adventurous traits, you seem like you would find more interest in reading about other people’s adventures as opposed to taking part in them yourself. I’m the same way, books are about the only way I can lose myself and take a break from reality.” Spencer said quickly, trying to undo that damage he had done without thinking.

The tension in your chest started to disappear as he apologized. “I’m sorry, I lashed out at you, I’m not great at the whole socializing thing.” You told him, now embarrassed about yelling at Spencer. 

“Don’t worry about it, I need to work on thinking before speaking. At least, that’s what my friend Derek tells me.” He said waving you off. 

For the next 15 minutes, you and Spencer just wandered throughout the bookstore aimlessly. You watched as Spencer examined each book he took off  the shelves, his fingers following the lines as his eyes darted across the page. ‘Just ask him already stupid.’ you thought to yourself, suddenly you decided to just take the plunge and break the silence. “Hey um Spencer, can I ask you a question?” You asked him. Your words cause his head to raise. “I mean, you just asked me one, but sure, what is it?” He asked you. 

You took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now, do you want to get dinner or something together sometime?” You asked him, bracing yourself for the worst. “And you can obviously say no if you don’t want to, I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to.” You quickly added. 

“Like a date?” were the only three words he said in response.

“Yeah- i mean no! I mean, it doesn’t have to be if you don’t it to be, but if you don’t want to I completely understand and-” Your nervous ramble was cut off a pair of lips on your mouth, Spencer’s lips.

The two of you froze in that position for what seemed like an eternity until you pulled away instinctively.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Spencer said quickly, his face turning red. “I just-” You cut him off by moving in to kiss him again. Spencer was surprised but moved his hands to cup the sides of your face, pulling you in closer. 

When you both finally pulled away. Spencer’s face was bright red and he looked down at his hands, embarrassed. “I’ve uh, wanted to do that for a while now.”  He mumbled, now embarrassed

“I have too.” You admitted, your face equally as red.

“So um, do you want to have that dinner date tonight?” He asked you 

“Who said it was going to be a date?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I just thought that,” He said quickly

“I’m just kidding Spencer, a dinner date tonight sounds absolutely perfect.” You told him, smiling which made his body relax. “You really need to stop taking things so seriously Spencer.” You told him, poking his nose gently which made him laugh softly. “I get that you’re a scary FBI agent doctor thing but sometimes you just have to be carefree and in the moment.” You added teasingly, kissing his cheek gently. 

“Wait how did you know I work for the FBI?” Spencer questioned with a confused look on his face. “Google.” was your only response as you kept walking through the store. “You’re kinda popular apparently. With all of your essays and articles and such.” You told him, stopping at a shelf to browse the selection of science fiction. “Wait you’ve read my essays?” Spencer asked you, surprised that you took an interest in his work. “Yeah a few of them, I really enjoyed the one you wrote about how events in childhood can rapidly evolve into behavioral changes into adulthood.” You responded mindlessly as you kept looking at the shelves. 

“Y-you did?” Spencer asked you with a bashful smile, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Yes Agent Reid that’s what I said.” You told him rolling your eyes slightly. 

“It’s Doctor.” He mumbled under his breath slightly, an action out of habit. You turned around hearing his words and looked at him “oh I know that too, it’s just fun seeing you all flustered and embarrassed. You’re so adorable.” You said with a smile and a wink. “And if you play your cards right tonight, maybe I’ll be calling you something other than Doctor or Agent.” You added winking again and giggling quietly as Spencer lost the ability for words, his face bright red. “I um..” Spencer trailed off, not knowing quite what to say.

You quickly realized that might’ve been a little too blunt and began to get embarrassed yourself. “I’m sorry if that made this whole thing weird, I’m not used to how this type of thing works.” You confessed, your face quickly turned a bright red shade which made Spencer laugh and lean in to whisper in your ear. “Well you’ll definitely get used to it tonight.” He said in a voice almost like a purr that sent a shiver down your spine. His words made you turn towards him quickly. “What are you trying to say Doctor Reid? Are you insinuating that you’re going to fuck me tonight?” You responded, raising an eyebrow at him. You had expected him to get flustered again but Spencer did quite the opposite. “Maybe.” He told you with a smirk, causing your face to turn bright red. 

“Come on.” You told him, regaining your composure as you grabbed his hand. “Let’s blow this pop stand.” You said, pulling him towards the register to pay for your books.

A/N: asdfjh this is my first ever time transferring stories from another site and also the first time i’ve really ever used tumblr so i apologize if anything is amiss!-M

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #fluff