#tried to make this a little doodle thing and accidentally poured like my heart into it

[gralixe]

A little kandreil doodle dump. Offloading my obsession to you.

#my art #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #tsc #the sunshine court #trc #tkm #the kings men #kandreil #andriel #kandrew #idk what the ship name for Kevin and Neil is #ummm #keneil #kevineil #keil #those r my three guesses #kevin day #andrew minyard #neil josten #if you like these pls reblog #tried to make this a little doodle thing and accidentally poured like my heart into it #so #also DONT WORRY #Kevin is ok #he only has to take like a week off of playing #in the fiction of this drawing #if u were. curious

[fluffytriceratops]

I feel like Raph would be a bit insecure about his spikes and size when it came to his s/o, especially during cuddling moments because he wouldn’t want to accidentally harm them. (He’s such a sweetie) but I also feel like he’d be really nice to cuddle with. He really is a giant teddy bear.

ANYWAY-

Enjoy this doodle and lil imagine of Kris x Raph. <3

Also! This is my first time writing about the Rise iteration, so I apologize in advance if it's a little ooc. I tried lol.

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It was her smile that drew him to her, but it was her laugh that stole his heart. 

He had been having a shitty day. Nothing was going the way he wanted it to, his brothers weren't listening to him, Master Splinter whooped their asses in training, and he didn't get a decent nights sleep thanks to an awful patrol the night before. To say that Raphael was in a bit of a bad mood was an understatement. So he scowled to himself as he poured a glass of lemonade, heating some leftover pizza in the microwave. And that's when he heard a wonderfully melodic sound. 

Kristina was laughing. It was a genuine, heart throbbing burst of giggles. The kind where you're laughing so hard that you can't breathe, and your stomach aches from the force of the chortles. The kind where your eyes sting with tears, and you end up having to brace yourself on something because if you don't you're sure to fall over. (That something turned out to be Donatello, who caught the brunette in surprise as she stumbled into him-) Soft snorts managed to slip out of the female, and she slapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. 

Raph was starring at her, eyes wide, mouth agape, lemonade spilling over the brim of his glass and onto the floor. Completely entranced with the merry sound. Kristina had mentioned before that she hated her laugh, it was one of her insecurities. But Raphael loved it. He thought she was utterly adorable. And every time he managed to make her laugh, he counted it as a victory. It didn't even matter that it was Donnie who had squeezed the sound out of her. Normally he might be a bit jealous, but in this moment, he didn't care. It was like all his anger and tension had disappeared without a trace and all he was left with was the heavy pounding of his heart. And the blush spreading on his face. 

"Awe, looks like someone has a crush~" Leonardo purred, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he smirked towards his brother tauntingly. Raphael snapped out of his trance and immediately stopped pouring lemonade. His face grew even hotter and he quickly turned and placed the jug on the counter. Large hands fumbling with a paper towel roll as he tried to clean up the mess he made. 

"D-Don't be ridiculous! Kristina is my best friend is all." He brushed it off, refusing to think more than that. 

"Riiight- and that's why you've been starring at her for the past few minutes-" Raph slipped and fell to the floor, paper towels going everywhere, the roll hitting him in the head and rolling across the floor. Leo bit his lip in a poor attempt to control his laughter, watching as his big brother pouted. Truth be told he looked like a little kid who had just been scolded. 

Leo walked over and bent down in front of him, lifting the paper towel that was draped over his head. "Ooh, you've got it bad." 

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The next week, his brother's teased him relentlessly for liking Kristina. Something he continued to deny over and over again. By the end of the week it got so bad that they had started teasing him in front of her too.  Of course she was oblivious to this. Kristina tended to be a bit dense, she wasn't great with people or emotions, so certain things tended to fly right over her head. 

Raphael's face was pulled into a scowl as he entered the lair, his brother's trailing behind him. Another mission gone wrong. Another of his plans failed. Another patrol filled with the teasing comments from his younger brothers of his everlasting love for his female companion. At this point he was tired, sore, frustrated, and confused. 

"Man, that was rough." Mikey whined, rubbing his head tiredly. 

"Tell me about it. We got our asses whooped tonight." Leo added, mask hanging around his neck loosely as he trudged to his room. 

"Hey, anyone see Kristina?" Donnie glanced around, looking for the brunette who had stayed behind, opting to read in his lab instead of going home. The brother's shared a couple glances, all turning their gaze to Raph who had his back facing them. He had just finished chugging a bottle of water, oddly silent compared to normal. When he realized they were looking to him for answers, the big himbo sighed and turned to face them. "She probably just went home. I'll text her and see if she got there safely." He didn't allow room for further conversation as he left and made his way to his own room. 

Raphael pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up his face in the darkness of the lair. He was just about to hit send to the text he typed when a figure caught his eye. Turns out, he didn't need to text Kristina, cause she was right in front of him. Completely passed out on his bed. Her book was lying open on her chest, and she had a bit of drool dribbling down the corner of her mouth. She was curled up in one of his blankets, the sight nearly made him swoon. Raph's heart fluttered and he took in a shaky breath at the sight. Turning his phone off and placing it on a nearby table, he walked towards her as silently as possible.  Using a single finger, he pushed some of her long hair out of her face. Allowing his digit to linger against her soft, warm skin. Out of instinct, she nuzzled into his touch. His heart nearly shot out of his chest at that. Raph couldn't help but stare down at her in awe. She was so beautiful. He remembered the first time she had smiled at him. He was sure there wasn't a smile nearly as bright as hers. He loved everything about her. Even her faults and flaws. He just.. He loved her.

Oh fuck. Holy shit. He loved her. His brother's were right. HE LOVED HER! HE LOVED KRISTINA! His eyes watered at the realization and Raph couldn't help but smile. Without warning, a soft churr managed to escape him. And he winced at the sight of her pretty brown eyes squinting open. "Shit- Sorry, I didn't mean to wake ya." He whispered, face turning a lovely shade of red. Surely to put his mask to shame. Kristina only smiled at him, grabbing his hand as he started to pull it away. 

"S'okay. Come." She mumbled in her tired state, tugging on him in a silent plea to join her as she sat up to make room. Raphael's face only reddened more, and he stammered over his words. "I uh- I- I don't think-" 

"Please?" How could he say no to her soft brown eyes? With a curt nod, he lowered himself down onto his bed and allowed her to climb on top of him. It was a little awkward, but she made it eventually. Slowly, Kris lowered herself down and nuzzled into his neck. Just like before, a churr left him without warning. He was sure she could hear the erratic beating of his heart. 

"Kristina?" He whispered, wondering if she had fallen back asleep already. 

"Hmm?" She hummed in reply. 

Raph was hesitant with his next set of words. Wondering if he should even say what was running through his head right now. "I... I think I like you." 

She tilted her head back and peeked up at him. An adoring smile practically glued to her cute pout. "I think I like you too." 

In that moment Raph was certain, Kristina Lennox had taken his heart. And he'd be damned if he ever got it back. 

[bellasweetwriting]

Black Coffee

Spencer Reid x f.reader

(not my gif)

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Request: I just saw your post about wanting to write for reid. could i request a fluffy fic about reid falling for a barista at a local coffee shop and the. he realizes she also works at his favorite bookstore or record store? ahhh i’m sorry it’s a lot ! thank you in advance!

warnings: some criminal minds stuff but mostly just fluff

word count: 1290

— • • • —

Morgan and Emily arrived at the office with coffees for everyone. They started giving them out, and Spencer was the only one that questioned that selfless action.

"What's this?" Asked the Doctor, drinking from the black coffee that was given to him. "What's the occasion?"

"There's this new coffee shop around the block and Morgan and I decided to try it, then we bought coffee for the team."

Reid nodded. He knew which coffee shop they were talking about, and he had visited also but decided to keep that information to himself.

"Prentiss, Morgan—" called them Hotch—" thanks for the coffee. Everyone conference room. JJ has a case for us."

"And the day couldn't get better."

The team entered the conference room and sat in their usual seats, Reid was doodling the handwriting of the barista on his cup, unfocused of the victims in the screen.

"Three victims, three of them blonde, two seventeen-year-olds and one with forty six."

"How does that murder connects with the other two?" Asked Morgan. "We sure it's the same killer?"

"The two blondes, Amanda and Alice, were best friends and both had another friend who's the daughter of the forty-six-year-old woman called Marie. That’s how they were connected. Besides, it's the same signature, same way of placing the body on the ground... same guy."

"And how does her daughter look like?" JJ projected the photo of a seventeen-year-old girl with brown hair. "Huh... interesting. Wheels up in 30."

— • • • —

The team caught their unsub. It was the daughter Gabriella’s boyfriend Jason who found out that her friends were talking bad behind their back and her mother was abusing her psychologically. He was trying to get rid of all the bad and hypocrite people in Gabriella’s life, thinking by killing them he was saving his girlfriend from these double-sided people on her life.

"I think we should celebrate, " interfered Garcia with a tiny smile, "we have work tomorrow so no drinks but, the coffee shop you mentioned is still opened. We can eat some doughnuts and I'm definitely craving for a lemon cake."

"It's too late, baby girl, " said Morgan, "tomorrow morning."

No one joined Penelope’s plan except Reid, who quickly stood up when everyone left and reached Garcia on the elevator.

"I'll join you, " he said in a hurry, and she smiled. "I’m starving for some coffee"

"Me too. The coffee this morning was so good." Spencer nodded. How could he tell her he wasn't going to that coffee shop only for the black coffee they served.

Both sat down at the counter and started talking about the case and how they caught the guy. Spencer tried to show Penelope how Morgan entered the unsub’s house with the sugar bags and she cackled as she heard how Derek almost tripped with a piece of furniture as he was going to catch the guy.

"Doctor, " you called him from the other side of the counter, confusing Garcia, "if I didn't know you better I would’ve said you are following me." Garcia quickly noted how Spencer got nervous. "But as I said, I know you. Black coffee."

"Please, Y/N, and a latte for my friend Garcia."

"The tech analyst?" You questioned.

"Actually, technical analyst, but close, " corrected you Spencer with a tiny smile. "How you’ve been, Y/N? What happened to the record store?"

You used to work at Reid’s favorite record store, and before that, you worked at his favorite bookstore. You kept crossing paths with him. Now you worked at the coffee shop near the BAU office.

"Got fired. I put Pink Floyd on the speakers of the store and I accidentally poured coffee on the controls and destroyed the panel." Reid laughed, nearly choking on coffee. Garcia looked at him really confused.

He has never spent so much time without spilling random facts or acting weird. He was acting cool and that was weird from him.

"That's such a Y/N thing to do." You giggled.

"Oh, Morgan and Prentiss were here yesterday and you are completely right, he does flirt with every girl." Reid nodded after you finished telling. "It's so good to finally meet you, Penelope, heard so much about you."

"Same thing, Y/N." And with that, you left to another table, leaving Garcia and Spencer alone. "Who is she?"

"You can't tell the team, Garcia, " said quickly the doctor as he inhaled deeply. "As soon as I tell them about her the tiny amount of privacy I've gained this last three months is going downhill."

"Ok, fine, I won't. This is why you wanted to come here?" He nodded. "You like her!"

"Shh!" Spencer quickly shushed her friend with his eyes wide open. "Don't shout, Garcia!"

"I can't believe you like her, " she whispered, excited about this new discovery. "You talked to her about us?"

"Yeah, " Reid murmured with a tiny smile forming on his face, "she’s the best and she listens to everything I say, including the nonsense babbling. Do you think I got a chance?"

"Uhm, yeah! She’s crazy about you. You should ask her out. Look, I'm gonna go with my lemon cake and my coffee to the office so you can be alone with her." Reid quickly started shaking his head but Garcia was already leaving. There was no coming back.

A few seconds later, you approached the daughter placing the rag on your shoulder, glancing confused over Spencer who seemed really nervous.

"Everything good, Doc?" You asked and he gave you a nervous smile. "What's up with the tech?"

"She had to leave. Work on a case, " he lied even though he was a terrible liar.

"Shouldn't you be leaving too, then?"

"Oh, no, no... it wasn't my case... it wasn't... it was hers, " he stuttered making you chuckle a bit. "Hey, Y/N."

"Spencer, " you called him too to release the tension.

"Would you want to go out sometime?" He asked quickly, taking to by surprise.

"With you?" He nodded. "I would love to. Actually, my shift ends in ten minutes. You maybe wanna catch a movie or something?"

"I would love that."

— • • • —

Spencer arrived late to work the next day, he looked tired and he had bags under his eyes, barely even able to stand on both feet.

"What train ran you over, pretty boy?" Asked Morgan, getting the attention of the whole team. "You look terrible."

"Thanks, Derek, " he said trying not to close his eyes. "I stayed up late."

"Adding numbers or some?" Questioned Derek again sitting on top of Spencer’s desk.

"I had a date."

Those four words gained the attention of everyone. Spencer Reid had a date. That couldn't be possible.

"Oh my God! She said yes!?" Yelled Garcia and Reid nodded with a smile. "I knew it!"

"You know this girl, Garcia?" Asked Emily and Penelope nodded.

"Yeah, I do, " admitted her while Reid smiled. "How was it, Reid?"

"We went to the movies, then we had food and then I drove her home and kissed her." Penelope couldn't hold the excitement. "Calm down, Garcia."

"When are you going out again?"

"Tomorrow, " replied Spencer. "I went to the coffee shop this morning and asked her out again. She said yes and gave me a black coffee with my name on the cup."

"You asked the barista out?" Questioned Emily. "What's even going on?"

"She drew a little heart next to the «r», " whispered Penelope with a big smile, almost melting by the action. "She's perfect."

"I know, " whispered Spencer, drinking from the cup with a tiny smile, thinking of what happened the night before with you.

requested by: @artcozy

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction #y/n #reid #pov

[sandersstudies]

Espressoly for You - Chapter One

Coffeeshop AU, you all wanted it, and I delivered. Hope there’s more coming but you guys know I’m historically unreliable with regular updates so here’s hoping! No trigger warnings for the chapter, just good clean coffee. 

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Virgil was halfway inside the fridge when he heard the bell on the front entrance ring. He scooped a jug of milk under each arm, slammed the fridge door with his foot, and shuffled awkwardly back into the cafe. 

Logan was at the register, making small-talk with Wendy as she ordered her two usual black coffees. He glanced up with a split-second smirk as Virgil emerged from the storeroom. 

“Will that be all for you, today?” Logan asked.

“Yes, thank you, dear,” Wendy said, fumbling in her change purse. “Oh, wait, I’m so sorry, do you have the blueberry muffins today?”

“We do,” Logan said. “They only came out of the oven an hour ago.”

“I’ll take two,” Wendy said. “My grandkids love your muffins.” 

Logan turned around to wrap the muffins and stole another stare at Virgil, who ducked to hide his face in the mini-fridge as he put away the milk. He made a show of rearranging every jug inside so the labels faced out, and Wendy was toddling out of the cafe by the time he stood back up.

“You sure were in a rush to put away the milk,” Logan said.

“Just trying to get stocking out of the way,” Virgil said. 

“I don’t think so.”

“Think what you want.”

“You’re waiting for your boyfriend to come back.”

Virgil felt his face flush hot, and ducked back down to rearrange the milk all over again. “He is not my boyfriend, and if you ever suggest anything like that…” He hoped his glare, flashed over the top of the fridge door, finished the sentence for him. 

“Okay, okay,” Logan said, turning to stare out the front windows. “Oh, there he is now!” 

Virgil winced as he thumped the back of his head against the inside of the fridge. He rubbed his scalp as he stood up more slowly and saw that there was no-one in front of the store at all. Logan had a self-satisfied grin on his face that Virgil would have liked to wipe off. 

“It’s perfectly alright to like someone,” Logan said. “Have you finished sorting the fridge by the Dewey decimal system?

“I’ve never said one thing about that guy,” Virgil retorted, ignoring the sarcasm of the question. 

“And that’s exactly why I know you like him,” Logan said. “You love to gossip about customers but every time he’s in here you get awfully quiet. And you can’t ring in his order without stuttering.”

Virgil was guilty of that. Of course, it didn’t matter. That was one order he had memorized by heart. Large cinnamon oat milk latte with extra cinnamon-sugar on top. 

Logan strolled to the espresso machine and started steaming the milk for his usual café au lait. 

“I’m going on my break,” he said. “Don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”

Virgil couldn’t think of a retort as Logan finished his drink and vanished into the storeroom. The door swung shut behind him. Virgil took a cloth and began to wipe down the counters, and kept one eye on the windows. He’d finished half the cafe when Terry, a regular, appeared in the door of his office building across the street. Virgil was already pulling the espresso for Terry’s usual americano by the time the bell at the front of the cafe chimed. It felt good knowing the regulars and being confident with the espresso machine. It had taken weeks before Logan trusted him in the cafe alone, and months before Virgil trusted himself. Now, everything was second-nature. Virgil handed Terry his drink and, when Terry swiped his card, Virgil reminded him that with only three more visits he’d have another free drink.

“And that should be about this time tomorrow,” Terry joked. Virgil mustered an authentic smile as Terry chuckled himself out the door, americano in hand. Terry could be counted on to visit two, sometimes three times a day, morning and lunchtime, and often as he left work just before the cafe closed. 

Virgil’s cinnamon-latte visitor was, unfortunately, not so reliable. Virgil didn’t work on Mondays or Tuesdays, and Cinnamon Boy

Oh no, I can’t start calling him that.

Cinnamon Guy never came in on weekends. He and his posse dropped by after afternoon class during the week before taking the bus back home, or at least Virgil had picked up that much from “accidentally” overheard conversations while sweeping. At least one of the group was almost always wearing the local university’s swag, so he knew which college they attended too. Sometimes they propped up study sessions on one of the cafe tables, notebooks sprawling. At least one of them was studying science, judging from the textbooks, but Virgil wasn’t sure which one. 

Over the past year of working in the cafe, he’d gotten better at starting small-talk at the register and over the espresso machine, but he always seemed to clam up when that group was around, only managing to stutter out a greeting and a total, if that. The three boys were almost always wrapped up in their own conversation, though, so it didn’t matter much. 

It was Wednesday now. Logan said he’d seen them on Monday, but there was no sign of them yet. A pair of girls, one of them wearing a university sweatshirt, appeared outside the window and came inside. The bell jingled and Virgil found himself spacing out as he rang up and made their lattes.  One of the girls tipped a dollar, and they both left. 

The lull between the lunch rush and after-school rush was dragging on, and Virgil realized he couldn’t wait for the unpredictability of spring break. Next Friday, university classes took a week off, and students in town with no class filled coffee shops during the day, and house parties at night. Virgil poured himself a black coffee. This job was giving him caffeine tolerance the likes of which he’d never imagined. The largest cup the cafe offered, filled to the brim with strong french-pressed coffee, barely lifted his eyelids anymore. During lulls, he and Logan had been known to take shots of espresso like liquor as a daily ritual. 

Virgil sipped his coffee absentmindedly, and hunched behind the register to begin a doodle on the side of an empty coffee cup. The curvature made clean lines impossible, but he managed a rough sketch of the building across the street, and was just beginning to outline windows when the cafe bell chimed. Virgil straightened.

“I told him I don’t care anyway, spring break starts next week.” 

“You’ll care when finals week creeps up on you.” 

“Well, it’s not finals week now, is it?”

Virgil fumbled for something to do so he wouldn’t seem to be spying on the conversation, and turned to the coffee pot immediately behind the register to press buttons that did nothing. 

“It’s a difficult class, that’s all I’m saying.”

“I took it last semester, it wasn’t that hard.”

When the three boys approached the register Virgil pretended to have just noticed them.

“Oh, hello, what can I get started for you guys?”

The first boy, clad in a leather jacket despite the growing spring warmth, didn’t even have to look at the menu. 

“Large iced coffee with light caramel, light cream, please.” He was already sliding his card into the reader, having heard his total many times before.

“Great, and looks like you only need one more visit before you’ll have a free coffee reward!” Interacting with customers using canned lines sure had gotten easier with time. It was only difficult when a customer tripped him up… Virgil made direct eye contact with the second boy to avoid looking at the first one.

“These two will both be on one ticket,” the boy said. He was dressed more practically in a university t-shirt of white and red, with clashing oversized athletic shorts in black and green, and the logo of a local high school. “I’ll have a black coffee with five sugars.” He extended his fist and dropped a wadded-up five and what seemed like a pound of coins into Virgil’s outstretched hand. “And whatever he’s having. Keep the change, bro,” he said, slapping the other boy on the shoulder before he strode away. He took a sugar packet from the condiment station. 

“Large cinnamon oat milk latte with extra cinnamon-sugar on top,” the other boy said as Virgil kept his gaze affixed to the register screen.

“Eight-fifty,” Virgil muttered, unfolding the five and beginning to count out the coins. He felt the customer’s eyes on him, tried to count faster, lost his place, and started over. He tried to muster a haphazard comment about the nice weather, failed, and swallowed.

Thankfully, most of the coins were quarters, and there were still almost two dollars left over afterward, what seemed like an hour later, though it was really less than a minute. Virgil extended them and tried to drop them into the other boy’s hand neatly, but two quarters clanged onto the counter, and one went rolling in a dramatic run for escape.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry,” Virgil said, trying to slap the quarters under his hands. The other boy moved at the same time, and Virgil felt their hands brush together on the counter.

“No, no, it’s cool,” he said. “I was just going to make it a tip, anyway.” He let the coins clink into the jar.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s my brother’s money anyway. Thanks!” He raised his hand in a friendly salute before hoisting his backpack higher onto his shoulder and striding toward the table with the other two boys.

“Gosh, Roman, embarrassing the barista by dropping shit everywhere,” the brother said  before emptying his sugar packet directly onto his tongue. Roman. Virgil would file that away. He started steaming the milk and pulling the espresso shots for Roman’s latte. It was a strange name, but better than thinking of “Cinnamon Guy.” Waiting for the shots, he poured coffee for the other two boys and set them on the counter, where they retrieved them. 

He constructed the latte a little slower than usual, and noticed when he set the cup on the counter that Roman was facing away from him. Virgil mustered his voice and said, “Hey, I’ve got that latte here for you.”

Roman turned around. “Hey, thanks.”

“No problem.”

Roman turned away again, and as Virgil began searching for something to do with his hands, Logan emerged from the door to the back room.

“Busy?” he asked with a knowing grin. “Anything interesting while I was gone?”

“I’m going to brew fresh coffee.”

Logan smiled knowingly.

#sanders sides #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts sleep #studywritesstuff

[nerdy-shitposters]

Dancing in the dark L.L.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Warnings: None

Pairing: Luna Lovegood X GN! Reader

Summary: You’ve harvested a crush for the blonde Ravenclaw girl for years when one day as you’re returning her scarf, she leads you to the room of requirement. 

Word count: 1.3k

Gif is not mine, all credits go to the owner

A/N: This is a shorter one, I’m trying to make them longer.  I hope you enjoy, this is the first thing I’ve written for Harry potter. I apologize if grammar is bad.  Requests are open!

POV: Y/N

It was my sixth class of the day, and I was ready to go back to my dorm so I could crawl back into bed.  I rest my head on my desk as Professor Binns’ voice slowly lulls me to sleep.  I begin doodling mindlessly.  It begins to form into the beautiful blonde girl in Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood.  Luna has been my best friend since 2nd year when I saw her feeding the Thestrals;  I had lost my mother as well.  From that moment forward, she’s been on my mind.  Her voice was like a melody that you never get sick of hearing.  The way her silky blonde hair falls in front of her face while completely entranced by the words on her Quibbler magazine.  When she speaks to me, it’s as if I’m caught in a trance while the rest of the world disappears around us.  

The sound of students packing up their belongings pulls me out of my daydream that I never wished to wake from.  I quickly do the same and walk out of the classroom.  As I’m walking, I see Ginny Weasley.  Walking over to her, she acknowledges me and greets me with a smile.  We engage in small talk as we walk back to our common room.  

Eventually, Luna becomes the subject of our conversation, and I feel my cheeks heat up.  Ginny had known of my infatuation with the girl and seemed to notice my shift in demeanor.  “Hey, Y/N. Have you talked to Luna about your little crush yet?” Ginny asks teasingly.  

I shush her, “Not so loud, I don’t want anyone to hear.  It’s bad enough that everyone was talking about me last month when I accidentally set rats loose in the building.”  The red-haired girl laughs at the memory. 

 “Y’know, I think if Luna knew, then you might stop doodling her on every surface.” Ginny teases.  

I flush bright red, “Y-you know about that?” I ask.  

“Well…” I watch as she enters our shared dormitory and opens a drawer; filled with papers.  

“I see what you mean- but I don’t understand your point,” I say as I look to my feet as if they have all the answers to my problems.  

“My point is that you’re completely obsessed with the poor girl!” Ginny says as she tries bringing me to my senses.  

“I’m not obsessed,” I protest as I close the drawer and pull different clothes out of my trunk.  Ginny spots a familiar blue and bronze scarf in my trunk and pulls it out.  

“Is this Luna’s scarf?” The ginger asks pointedly.  

I quickly take the scarf back and return it to my trunk.  “S-she lent it to me the other day when we were walking by the black lake.  I still need to return it.”  I explained as shades of red crept onto my face.  

After changing out of my uniform, I grab the scarf and approach the door to exit the dormitory.  “Where do you think you’re going?” I turn around and see Ginny with her arms crossed with a knowing look on her face.  

I tuck Luna’s scarf into my bag and say, “To return Luna’s scarf… why do you ask?”.  

Ginny looks me up and down, “You look pretty nice for just returning a scarf,”.  

I shake my head, “I didn’t even realize.  I’ll be back in a few,” I leave with a smile on my face.  

I set off towards the astronomy tower where Luna and I had decided to meet.  As soon as I arrive, I see Luna already standing by the window.  The moonlight hitting her face just right against her pale skin, causing her to appear as if she’s glowing.  Her hair, gently being blown by the cold air.  As soon as she notices my presence, she turns around and gives me her beautiful smile.  This entire moment felt so incredibly surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake from.  I swear I felt time stop around us.  I wish to be trapped in this moment forever.  

I’m quickly pulled from my trance when I realize that we’d been staring at each other for a whole minute.  “O-oh, I’m sorry for staring you just look so incredibly beautiful,” I didn’t realize what I had said until after it came pouring out of my mouth.  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize what I was saying and it just came out and-” I continue rambling on while Luna giggles softly.  I felt as if my entire body had turned to mush from hearing her laugh.  She walks towards me and gently puts her hand on my cheek.  My heart feels like it’s beating at an arrhythmic pace and every inch of me prays that she can’t hear.  

“It’s quite alright,” the blonde girl tells me.  Her voice is absolutely angelic.  I give a light smile.  As she pulls away, her hand leaves a tingling sensation that danced on my skin.  A light pink blush dusts my cheeks and she flashes me a heart-stopping smile.  “Do you want to see something absolutely splendid?” Luna asks excitedly.  I nod, and she offers me her hand.  I take it hesitantly and she leads me down the tower staircase.  

We finally reach the 7th floor and a door appears.  “The room of requirement!” I whisper excitedly.  I had read about it before, numerous times but this was the first time I’ve actually had it appear.  Luna opens the door and enters.  The room looks like a smaller ballroom.  There’s a fireplace on the East wall and floating instruments by the window on the South wall.  There are violins, violas, and a piano: all of which are playing the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.

Turning to Luna, I ask, “Shall we dance?” while holding my hand out for her to take.  She takes it happily and I put my hand on her waist.  She put her hand on my shoulder.  We begin dancing to the beat of the music.  I could have sworn that I felt time stop around us.  I wanted this moment to last forever.  Dancing under the ceiling, enchanted to look like the starry night sky.  

After dancing to the first song, Luna looks at me wide-eyed.  Her hand reaches up and caresses my face gently as if I’m a china doll.  I lean into her touch as she leans in closer.  Her eyes shift from my eyes to my lips as if asking for permission.  I slowly give a nod and she closes the gap between us.  My hands move to cup her cheeks and hers wrap around my neck.  I always imagined what her soft pink lips felt like but never in my wildest dreams did I think that it would be better in real life.  We break away, gasping for air.  We stare into each other’s eyes, slowly getting lost.  

“I do suppose we should get back to our common rooms, it’s getting late,” Luna says after a minute of silence.  

“We should,” we let go of each other and she takes my hand.  

We exit the room and make our way up to the Ravenclaw common room.  After walking in comfortable silence, we arrive at the common room entrance.  As she’s about to walk in she turns and quickly kisses my cheek.  “I had fun,” she tells me.

“As did I,” I reply with a smile.  

After answering a riddle, Luna gives a small wave and enters the common room.  I watch her retreating figure until the portrait swings closed.  I turn and make my way quickly to the Gryffindor common room with a large smile on my face.  The spots on my face where Luna’s hands had been still felt warm.  

As I walk into my dorm, I see Ginny sitting on her bed reading.  

“So how was your little date?” Ginny asks.  She sees the dazed look on my face and my cheeks, dusted with light pink.  

I fall back on my bed.  “It was amazing,”.  I tell her with a dreamy hint to my voice.

“Did you give her the scarf back?” Ginny points at my bag.  I open my bag and look at her. 

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN-”

#luna lovegood #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood x y/n #luna lovegood x you

[creepercraftguy]

Ship meme for Komamura

I think this ship, while a slight crackship for me, is a bit underrated. I understand not wanting to pair these two, Nagito and Seiko in case you didn’t know who I was talking about, but this is purely my opinion. I never really ship Komaeda with anyone usually, but this ship is a fun one to talk about because of how obscure it is. Anyway, let’s get into it. Just so you know, I picture them as a couple that are basically a pair of self-deprecating dimwits who work together to love themselves as well as each other.

Who confessed first?

Nagito did, but it was mainly because he was complimenting Seiko on her talent and stuff and Seiko took it the wrong way. Neither of them regret that misunderstanding though.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Nagito probably. It’d sort of be on instinct I think, and they’d both be really embarrassed afterwards. It would probably be cute if Seiko took off her mask for him.

Who asks the other out on dates?

Hard to say, but maybe Nagito, since Seiko would be a bit too skittish.

Who is the bigger cuddler?

Nagito likes cuddles, but is a little too nervous to do them. Seiko is also nervous, but whenever she suddenly holds Nagito close, he returns the love.

Who initiates holding hands more often?

Similarly to Mikan, Seiko will do it naturally. Nagito is filled with warmth whenever she does and sometimes refuses to let go.

Who remembers anniversaries?

Nagito for sure remembers them. He remembers any important date so long as it’s about her.

Who is more possessive?

Nagito is pretty willing to spend time with Seiko. Seiko also needs to keep an eye on Nagito to stop him doing anything weird when someone, usually Ruruka, says something about Seiko that he doesn’t agree with.

Who gets more jealous?

Definitely Nagito, but that’s the normal Nagito style “I’m envious of your talent, you’re such a great ultimate” jealousy. 

Who is the most protective?

While not really showing much care usually, he often stands up to Seiko’s haters/bullies whenever he finds them talking shit. Seiko is usually there to stop him doing something he’d regret though. 

Who initiates sexy time the most?

“Sexy time” is a bit much. Usually Seiko’s the one who initiates it though.

Who dislikes PDA (Public Display of Affection)?

Nagito can get a bit carried away at times, but neither he nor Seiko really care for it that much.

Who kills the spider?

Seiko isn’t scared of spiders, so she’ll take them outside. Nagito accidentally steps on it, or squishes it.

Who asks the other to marry them?

Honestly, I think Seiko would be the one to ask. Nagito would probably never have even considered getting married to Seiko, let alone dating her. I think it would take a bit of prompting from her friends to actually do it though. I see Ruruka, Sonosuke and maybe Yukizome being wingmen for her. Similarly, if the roles were reversed, I see Chiaki, Hajime and maybe Mikan trying to convince Nagito to do it first.

Who buys the other gifts?

I don’t think either of them are casual gift givers, but I picture Nagito going all out with gifts when it’s Seiko’s birthday. Even after it’s all over, he still gives her gifts, and Seiko’s like “My birthday was a few days ago though...” and Nagito’s like “I don’t care! I love you!”

Who would first bring up the idea of having kids?

This is a challenging one. I honestly don’t think either of them would plan to have a kid, and Seiko would just get pregnant naturally, you know? By that I mean they made a child without even realising it. However, I see Nagito welling up with tears of joy at the reveal, like, he’s not upset or disappointed at all, which Seiko wouldn’t really expect. I think they’d be good parents and the child would be born very healthy. Maybe this whole thing was a result of Ultimate Luck?

Who is more nervous to meet the others parents?

It’s hard to say what kind of people either of their parents are. I think Nagito’s parents passed away though, due to an accident that happened on a plane, but assuming their not gone in this non-despair AU of sorts, I’m gonna say that Seiko would be nervous to meet Nagito’s parents, because they’re apparently very wealthy and high-class people, and she’d be worried about meeting their standards.

Who sleeps on the sofa/couch when the other is angry?

I don’t think Seiko or Nagito would usually get angry at each other, but I think most arguments stem from Nagito’s unnecessary actions for the sake of hope. Seiko would get pretty mad and storm into the bedroom, and Nagito would probably stay on the couch, but not actually sleep.

Who tries to make up first after arguments?

It could go two ways. Nagito would apologise to Seiko whenever they get a moment together in privacy, and he’d pour his heart into his apology. He’s not the type of person who changes that easily, and most of his actions are instinctive, but he knows that’s no excuse and tells Seiko that he loves her and cares about her, not wanting to make any problems, and Seiko would usually forgive him. The other way, which relates to the first question, is that after realising Nagito isn’t getting any sleep on the couch, Seiko would go and lay with him, and they’d make up from there.

Who tells the other they love them more often?

I obviously think Nagito would.

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling it or vice versa?

Nagito never knows when to push or pull a door, but whatever he does, it always works. Seiko does this.

Who doodles little hearts over the desk with their initials inside?

Nagito does it, but never remembers doing it. Someone will eventually call him out on it and show him, and he’ll be surprisingly embarrassed. 

Who starts the tickle fights?

Nagito will randomly find where Seiko is ticklish and things will escalate from their.

Who starts the pillow fights?

Similarly to what I said about Sayaka and Leon, Seiko usually pillow fights with Ruruka, and then Sonosuke and Nagito both get dragged in and involved.

Who is the last to fall asleep while watching the other with a warm smile?

Nagito.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Seiko.

Who mistakes salt for sugar?

Seiko is naturally a bit more noticeable of this, since baking isn’t too dissimilar to when she adds things to her medicines. Nagito wouldn’t make the mistake, but would more than Seiko, that’s all I’m saying.

Who let’s the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning?

Nagito. Seiko usually turns it off.

Who comes up with the cheesy pickup lines?

Seiko. She tries a little too hard to be flirty sometimes. 

Who rearranges the books in Alphabetical Order?

Both of them.

Who licks the spoon when baking?

Seiko. Nagito sometimes does the same after, making an indirect kiss.

Who buys candles for dinner, even when there’s no special occasion?

Nagito, but neither of them really.

Who draws little tattoos on one another with a pen?

Seiko draws funny things on Nagito.

Who comes home with a souvenir/fridge magnet whenever they go on holiday?

Seiko probably.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys that you usually find on the back of magazines?

Seiko would probably ask, but read them herself first.

Who has the other as their phone background?

Nagito, amazingly enough.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

I see Nagito doing this for a bit of a joke.

Who asks if they can join the other in the shower?

I picture something pretty funny with this. With hus Ultimate Bullshit Luck power, I think Nagito would accidentally walk in on Seiko while she’s in the shower. I think she’d invite him in, or ask him to wash her back her. 

Who loudly proclaims their love while drunk?

Nagito has pretty high alcohol tolerance. Seiko isn’t loud drunk, but is grumpy drunk, so she’d proclaim their love furiously while drunk.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 3 #dr2 #dr3 #nagito komaeda #seiko kimura #fluff #headcanon #ship meme #komamura

[choupichoups]

Press F (Instagram/College AU) Ch.7

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He looks tired, is what Lucas first thinks, watching Eliott’s story over and over. He’s memorized Eliott’s words by now, talking about the new project he’s working on with Idris, explaining why he’s been missing for four days. It feels good to see him again, especially when Eliott had gone radio silent after their early morning conversation on Wednesday. But maybe it’d be better if Eliott just takes a nap for the day.

lucallemant Are you ok? 

srodulv Yes, why?

lucallemant  Did you get some sleep?

srodulv Is my little hedgehog worried about me? 

lucallemant Yeah

srodulv Fuck  Ok, yes, I’m a bit tired from staying up so much but I’m really ok Please don’t cancel our date

lucallemant What date

srodulv :( I made plans and everything

Lucas melts at that, fingers hovering over the phone screen. How dare Eliott be so cute? Lucas is out here just trying to look out for his well-being but he’s quickly learning that saying no to Eliott is an impossible feat. He’s made plans and everything.

lucallemant Well I guess if there’s already a plan… Okay :) I’ll see you later

srodulv Can’t wait

When Lucas gets out of class, Eliott’s waiting for him outside, just like he said he would be. He’s sitting on the ground by the walls, sipping on an iced coffee with one hand free to doodle all over the notebook on his lap. Lucas takes a moment to just look at him. 

Other people are looking too, probably wondering what Eliott’s doing sitting on the floor at the science faculty. 

“Hey,” he says once he’s covered the distance between them. Eliott looks up, signature grin on the ready. “Did you wait long?” 

Eliott makes a vague noise, waving his drink around. “Oh!” He picks up the cup from his other side, handing Lucas another one of his overpriced guilty pleasure hot chocolate. “For you.”

“Thank you,” Lucas says, begging his brain to come up with something else to say. The last thing he wants to do is enter some kind of speechless stupor now that he's got Eliott in front of him. “How did you know about this?”

“About what?” Eliott gets up, dusting his pants off as he picks up his discarded backpack. 

“Hot chocolate.” 

“Ah,” he trails off, eyes shifting from Lucas and down to the drink in his hand. “I have my own sources.” 

“You’re really coming for my stalker title, are you?”

“Nah, you still have it, Mr. I watch every instagram story of yours.” 

Lucas rolls his eyes, jogging a little to keep up with Eliott’s fast pace. “If I posted those as much as you did, you'd be watching mine too.” 

Eliott laughs, slowing his steps considerably. “Confident, are we?”

“Very.” Lucas takes a careful sip of his drink-- it’s pleasantly warm but no longer hot. Eliott’s been sitting there for a while then. “Where are you taking me, stalker?” 

The sun forms a golden glow around Eliott’s tousled hair, highlighting a mirage of colours in the strands. Lucas just manages to suppress a smitten sigh when Eliott smiles down at him-- he really hated that one poetry elective he’d taken in high school but he’d have no problem writing sonnets about Eliott if you ask him to. 

“Dinner and a movie.”

“Dinner and a movie?”

“Yes, a classic.” 

“When you said dinner and a movie, I thought the movie part would be fancier.” Lucas walks around the living room, absently prodding at the many books displayed on the shelves. 

“Why fancy?”

“Aren’t you supposed to impress me?”

“You’re already impressed.”

Lucas laughs, turning around to join Eliott by the television because, of course, he wants to watch something out of his film collection rather than pick out a movie from Netflix like every other normal person. “Confident, are we?” 

“I’ve got you in my place right now, don’t I?” Eliott says, smile crooked and unfairly attractive in the dim light. Lucas doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

“Okay, well.” He chuckles under his breath-- he really should be used to Eliott by now so why is he still so goddamn nervous? “What kind of movies do you like?” 

“Romance.”

“Romance,” Lucas repeats, raising an eyebrow. How very fitting of Eliott to have romance as his favourite genre. “Really?” He browses through the pile on the floor and randomly picks out the first thing that catches his eye. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me The Notebook is your favourite film of all time.” Lucas holds the case up, laughter gaining volume when Eliott takes a little too long to reply. “Fuck!”

“It is not.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s not!” Eliott snatches it off his hands. “The rain scene is iconic and Ryan Gosling was phenomenal in it, but it’s not.”

“So you’re a Ryan Gosling fan.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re judging me.” Eliott tucks The Notebook out of sight, searching vigorously through his DVD collection like he knows what he wants to watch now. 

Lucas puts his hands up, smiling. “Tell me more.” 

“He’s got good movies, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Ever seen La La Land?” 

“No.” Lucas watches him fondly, taking advantage of the fact that Eliott’s too busy with his rummaging to catch Lucas’ lovestruck gaze.

“You’re killing me. Seen Crazy, Stupid, Love?” 

“No.”

“Fuck. Yeah, we’re watching that.” Eliott grabs the title out of his pile before urging Lucas to sit on the couch while he sets up. Lucas sinks down into the cushions, utterly endeared by how excited Eliott seems at the prospect of watching this lame romcom (which he’s probably already seen multiple times) with Lucas. “Get ready to change your mind about romance films.”

“I have nothing against them.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m just more of a super hero movie kind of person.”

“Of course you are.” Eliott laughs, sitting close to Lucas despite the gigantic space he’d left, having squished himself comfortably against one end of the couch. 

And okay, the movie’s maybe a little funny. It doesn’t bore him like he’s initially expected-- though that may be due to Eliott whispering a running commentary close to his ears, forcing Lucas to stay focused at all times so that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Like cuddle up into Eliott’s shoulder or something. 

They get to the scene where Hannah dramatically rushes out into the night to find Jacob in the bar. “Does he always have a rain scene in all his films or what?” He whispers after a moment, watching a startled Jacob lift a soaking wet Hannah in his arms while they kiss. 

“It’s technically not in the rain.”

“Same thing, though. They keep using the same trope.” 

“True.” Eliott shrugs. “It’s all about the romantic ambiance. The sky pouring down, this special person in your arms, you can have that moment over and over and it doesn’t get old. Oh, and Ryan Gosling looks perfect for kissing in the rain.”

Lucas leans his head against the back of the couch, eyes scrunching shut as he laughs. “Bullshit. What does that even mean?” 

“What, you don’t see it?” Eliott’s laughing as well, pointing at the screen. “You know who else looks perfect for kissing in the rain?”

His heart thuds a warning in his chest, Lucas ignores it. “Who?” 

“Me,” Eliott whispers, lifting his eyebrows in a quick movement. “I want my Ryan Gosling moment, Lucas.”

Lucas snorts, backing further into the cushions behind him and hugging one of the pillows close to his chest. “Watch the movie.” 

Eliott’s smiling as he retreats, returning his eyes to the screen. 

At the halfway point, Eliott’s commentary gradually slows to a still and Lucas assumes that Eliott must have gotten too sucked into the movie.

But then he feels a weight landing on his shoulder and he has to consciously keep his body still, fighting against the instinct to flinch. He doesn’t want Eliott to startle awake, feeling a bit giddy and proud of himself even though he has nothing to do with the fact that Eliott falls asleep without any prompting on Lucas’ end. 

He keeps his eyes set on the movie, still as can be, breathing somewhat uneven despite his best efforts. The movie reaches the end credits soon enough but Lucas stays put-- the remote is on the coffee table, impossible to reach without dislodging Eliott from his shoulder. 

Ever so carefully, Lucas turns his head and smiles down at the sight. Eliott looks like an angel like this-- not that he doesn’t look like one at any point in time but the whole angelic thing he has going on is highlighted with his eyes closed and his features lax in sleep. 

Lucas gently rests his cheek against the unruly nest of hair beside him, shimmying into a more comfortable position before letting the silence lull him into rest. Just half an hour, he thinks. A little bit of a nap never hurt anyone.

He wakes up comfortably warm, the kind of warmth you only achieve once in a blue moon, when you hit the jackpot with a perfect blanket burrito that’s somehow more superior than the mediocre blanket burritos from every other night. Lucas snuggles deeper into it, sighing in approval when the arms around him tighten in response.

Wait.

Blinking awake, Lucas blearily pushes off from the embrace, one hand anchored on the chest he’s just been sleeping on while the other tries its best to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Stop doing that,” Eliott admonishes, voice soft. Lucas thinks there’s something playing on the television screen but the sound has been muted. 

“What?” Lucas asks, confused. 

Eliott’s fingers encircle his wrist and bring it down from where he’s still got it over his eyes. “Stop looking so cute, I’m too tired to control myself.”

And he’s too sleepy to deal with Eliott’s flirting. Lucas thunks his head right in the middle of Eliott’s chest, earning a surprised oof that would’ve made him laugh if he didn’t feel so damn groggy. 

“What time is it?” His voice is muffled into Eliott’s sweater but luckily, he doesn’t have to repeat himself. 

“21h.”

Lucas groans. He has to go home now. 

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott says, somehow reading his mind. 

“It’s okay, I can go back by myse--”

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott repeats firmly, shifting from under Lucas so they can both get ready to leave. 

They take turns refreshing themselves in the bathroom, both a lot more awake now, especially when a cold blast of wind hits them right when they get outside. It’s drizzling by the time Lucas points out his building, arguing that he could have gone home by himself so Eliott could have stayed home and continued with his sleep. 

Eliott shakes his head, grinning down at him. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“You could live an hour away, and I’d still walk you home.” 

Lucas swallows, not asking why. He thinks he knows the answer but he’s afraid of what it’ll do to his poor little heart if Eliott confirms it with that unapologetic honesty he has. 

Eliott takes him all the way to his apartment door where they stand facing each other, neither wanting to be the first to leave. 

“I guess this is where we say goodnight,” Eliott says, eyes crinkling with his smile. “Did you have fun?”

“The movie could have been better,” he teases, smiling when Eliott places a hand on his chest, mouth opening as if offended. 

“Honestly, Lucas. When will you stop hurting me?”

Lucas smiles, holding back a laugh. His neighbours might already be sleeping. “Sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.” 

“I apologize sincerely,” he says, quoting his own words from Saturday. He tries not to think of what happened after he’d said those exact words last time and fails miserably. “Do you want to... uh...” He jerks his head in the general direction behind him, fiddling with the doorknob. 

Eliott huffs out a laugh. “No, it’s okay. I actually have an essay I gotta finish.” 

“Oh, okay.” Lucas hopes he doesn’t sound as disappointed as he feels. They literally just spent hours together at Eliott’s place. “Um, goodnight then.”

Eliott stops him from going inside and Lucas holds his breath as the other boy lifts a hand, fingers softly brushing away the strands of hair near Lucas’ eye. 

“Goodnight, Lucas.” He walks backwards, keeping his gaze on Lucas until he has to turn the corner for the elevators. 

Lucas doesn’t move for a while, listening for the echoing ring of the elevator opening and closing before shaking himself out of his daze. 

He steps inside his apartment, shutting the door with a soft click. It’s dark and quiet inside, meaning Yann still hasn’t come back from wherever he is. Lucas heaves out a sigh, leaning heavily against the door as he wills his heart to slow down. It’s been a little overdramatic for the whole day, being around Eliott and all— dramatic enough to have him worrying whether he’s about to experience a heart attack for every increase in its beating. 

The tree branches outside knock against the glass of their windows and Lucas draws closer to check on the weather. It’s pouring by now, prompting him to run around the room looking for the one umbrella he knows he and Yann have hidden somewhere.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, running back to the window to see if Eliott’s already made it outside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He goes to his bedroom which he knows, for a fact, hides no elusive umbrella. He stands there in the middle, staring at the wall, breathing heavily. 

This is stupid. What is he doing? He doesn’t actually want the fucking umbrella. There’s something else he wants, he needs to do, like an itch under his skin, getting harder and harder to ignore. 

With renewed adrenaline stemming from out of nowhere, Lucas runs back out of the apartment, hopping down the stairs two at a time as he knows that the elevator takes way too long to come to his floor. 

Eliott’s barely crossed the street when Lucas spots him, shoulders hunched against the cold and hood up to cover against the rain. 

“Eliott!” Lucas calls out, shoes splashing against the wet pavement as he runs. “Eliott, wait!”

Eliott turns, looking genuinely surprised to see Lucas.  

“What are you doing?” Eliott asks once Lucas’s in hearing range, voice slightly raised to be heard over the pouring rain. 

Lucas shakes his head, hands trembling, looking up at Eliott despite the rain trying its damndest to pelt him into blindness. He squints against it, hoping for his shivers to go unnoticed. “I— I’m—”

“What?” Eliott steps closer, moving so he towers over Lucas enough to shield him from the outpour.

And fuck him. Fuck this boy for treating him so wonderfully. Effortless, like Lucas is his to take care of. “I’m apologizing.” 

He grabs the sides of Eliott’s hood and drags him down for a kiss. 

The press of their lips is no fireworks, no time standing still solely for the two of them-- no, it’s nothing like in the movies. It’s an inhale after submerging, an exhale after the first breath— freeing and vital. Only natural. 

Eliott’s hands come up to cup the back of his head, keeping him still as if afraid Lucas would pull away any time soon which, yeah, fat chance of that happening. His own hands slide down, gripping the soaked material of Eliott’s jacket, bringing him down, pulling him closer, more.

He feels those warm hands shift down, arms circling his waist in a tight grip before Eliott straightens up until he’s no longer bent over for the kiss. Lucas feels his feet leave the ground, but he doesn’t even care, opting to bury his hands inside the mess of Eliott’s hair, comfortably accessible from his elevated position. 

Lucas doesn’t make the connection until a while later, when Eliott’s just started to bite at Lucas’ lips, tongue a teasing presence in between, asking for permission that Lucas would have easily allowed if only he didn’t start laughing right at the same moment. 

Eliott groans, actually whining out an offended, “Lucas.”

“I’m sorry.” Lucas laughs, rearranging his arms to wrap around Eliott’s neck so he can squeeze him in a tight hug as he muffles his laughter into his own shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… are you enjoying your Ryan Gosling moment?” He barely finishes his sentence before dissolving into wild laughter. 

He feels more than hears Eliott’s answering chuckles. “Stop making fun of my moment. It’s awesome.” 

“Sorry,” Lucas says again, still snickering even as their eyes meet for the first time since Lucas pulled him into the kiss. Stupidly enough, the eye contact flusters him more than anything and he breaks it, looking to the side as his fingers carefully trace the sides of Eliott’s face. “Stay with me tonight?” He asks, dropping his head a little so that their foreheads touch. 

Eliott only takes a second to respond, “Yeah.” Voice like a breath knocked out of his lungs. “Yeah, fuck that essay. I’m not going anywhere,” he says in a rush, angling up to catch Lucas’ lips in another searing kiss. 

Lucas smiles into it, lips parting to continue where they’d left off. 

#skam france #elu #elu insta au #fictag #i aint a single minute late this time #are u proud #pls show up in the tag thank u

[elisaphoenix13]

Against All Odds (Ch. 10)

Scott ended up staying in the shower a little too long, since Quill actually had to knock on the door and make sure he was okay, but he was enjoying a hot shower after three days. When he finally did get out, he felt a lot more human and happy to be in clothes that actually fit him. It was nice to have the smell of cinnamon enveloping him while he was sick, but Quill's clothes were big enough to make him feel like different parts of his body were being strangled or in a vice, so better fitting clothes were more comfortable.

"Did you leave any hot water for me?" Quill asks when Scott finally leaves the bathroom.

"I...I don't know. I'm sorry. I was just so glad to have--" Scott sputters until the older teen slowly reaches out to gently massage the back of his neck, effectively silencing him.

"I was kidding. Even if you didn't, it's fine." Quill drops his hand and heads into the steam filled bathroom. "My cousin made breakfast. Why don't you head downstairs and get some and I'll be out in a few minutes?"

Quill closes the bathroom door before Scott can answer and the younger stares at the bathroom door before glancing at the bedroom door. Go down by himself? No. Absolutely not. He didn't know anybody that might be downstairs and being alone with them terrified him. What if they asked questions? Did they even know he and Quill were dating? What if they didn't and he accidentally outed Quill to his family?

He wished he had the ability to shrink so he could run under the bed and hide, but he didn't so Scott decided to explore the bedroom instead. He noticed that Quill had changed his bed sheets since the old ones were probably covered in sweat (yuck; Scott didn't blame him for wanting to have clean sheets), and the bedroom itself was surprisingly clean. Okay, cleanish. Everything had a home, but Quill was still a typical teenager that stepped out of his pants and kicked them into a corner until he got around to actually throwing them into a hamper. With how big the pile in the corner was, Scott was actually beginning to wonder if his boyfriend even owned a hamper.

Scott shakes his head and looks over at the desk and tilts his head curiously when he finds an old walkman sitting on the surface, and he sits at the desk before carefully grabbing the outdated music player. It was outdated but obviously well taken care of, so Scott could only assume it meant something to Quill. He puts the headphones on, presses play, and was pleasantly surprised when he listened to the mixtape. Scott continued to listen to the music as he looked over every inch of the walkman, and then eventually put it down with as much delicacy as possible before snooping through his boyfriend's desk.

Scott startles as he flips through a small book when the headphones are removed from his ears, and he looks up meekly. "I promise I was careful with it."

"I know. I watched you put it down." Quill answers softly. "You didn't go downstairs did you?"

"I don't know them." Scott whispers.

"Okay. Let me get dressed and we'll go down together okay?"

Scott nods and halfway through the gesture he finds himself eye level with Quill's waist, and he gulps at the close up of the V of the older teen's hips disappearing into…

He's only wearing a towel! What evil deity is trying to give me a heart attack?!

The younger squeaks before turning away when a single drop of water starts running down Quill's ripped abdomen, and then heaves a silent sigh of relief when his boyfriend finally walks over to his dresser to grab some clothes for the day. Scott was grateful to have a warm house to stay in and be given hot meals, but staying with Quill was already testing his sanity. Not to mention the more salacious parts of his mind. They were definitely having a field day right now.

So he keeps his focus on a piece of blank paper he starts doodling on, and halfway through drawing a rather grotesque landscape, Scott stiffens when Quill comes up behind him and leans down to kiss the side of his neck. They were soft and gentle, and he could tell that Quill consciously made sure not to make Scott feel trapped, and he didn't. Quill gave him the opportunity to move away or flee if he wanted to, but Scott just melted into the attention. He slowly turned into a puddle of goo as Quill continued with the gentle affection and even let out a sigh of happiness when Quill rubbed soothing circles into the back of his neck with his thumb.

This was okay. It didn't make him want to run and hide. He actually wanted to make Quill sit or lay down so he could curl up against him again.

"Pancakes...eggs...sausage…" Quill starts mumbling against Scott's neck.

"Hashbrowns?" Scott asks hopefully and the older teen laughs as he moves away.

"I'm pretty sure Sophie made everything. Come on." Quill turns the chair and pulls Scott out of it before pushing him toward the bedroom door. "Hurry up before everyone eats everything."

Everyone? Scott was only aware of Quill's grandpa and cousin. How many people were visiting or even living here? When they got downstairs and stepped into the kitchen, Scott wanted turn right back around and go back up to Quill's room. There had to be at least ten people and they all looked at him the second he and Quill walked in. Scott was suddenly very uncomfortable and subconsciously half hid behind his beast of a boyfriend in an attempt to escape from inquiring eyes.

"I'm glad to see you looking better." The elderly man at the stove says and the young woman beside him nods.

"Peter gave us all a scare when he burst through the front door with you."

Well that was embarrassing.

"I'm sorry for intruding." Scott whispers and Quill's grandpa points at the table with the spatula in his hand.

"Peter already told us your situation. You're more than welcome here. Why don't you both go sit down and get something to eat?"

Quill directs Scott to the table, and they pile both of their plates with food as some of the others join them at the table. There really was some of everything, and Scott took a little both of it all before he started to munch on some bacon he could thankfully taste. Sitting at the table for a meal with a family was foreign to him. He didn't know what to do, so Scott was content to eat while Quill and his family conversed. Even if he wasn't actively part of the family thing, it still brought a fuzzy feeling and he didn't mind being ignored.

Well, he wasn't really ignored. Quill's family asked him an innocent question here and there that he gave them a mumbled answer to, and at one point, he felt his heart swell when Quill poured him some orange juice. Scott had been eyeing the carton across the table for the better part of five minutes but didn't want to interrupt any of the conversations, and Quill seemed to catch on. He just grabbed Scott's glass, reached across the table for the carton, and filled it up before handing it to Scott and he drank it gratefully.

Breakfast went by, and Scott quietly offered to help clean up, but Sophie (the earlier woman) just waved him away and told him he was a guest. He and Quill went back upstairs, full and content, and Scott gave into the temptation to crawl onto the bed when they got into the bedroom. He wasn't as sick as he was last night, but his body was still recovering and sapping every bit of energy he had. Scott really wanted to take a nap.

"Want me to put on a movie?" Quill asks as his looks through his collection.

"Sure." Scott replies with a sleepy slur.

"I'd ask if you want to choose but I can see you're already starting to fall asleep." The older teen teases as he pops a movie in.

Scott only hums in confirmation and dozes between awareness and actual sleep while the movie plays and Quill does whatever. About halfway through the movie, Scott is dragged back into awareness when he hears his boyfriend fiddling with the walkman, and he cracks his eyes open to watch him. Quill actually treated it with as much gentleness as Scott had earlier that morning, and it only piqued the younger's curiosity.

"What's so special about it?" Scott murmurs and Quill looks over at him.

"Oh...uh...it's the last thing I have of my mom."

Scott frowns. "I'm sorry for using it without asking."

"It's okay. You were careful with it. I don't mind if you want to listen to it again." Quill says as he puts the walkman back on his desk. "She died when I was eight. Cancer."

"Your dad?"

Quill shrugs. "I don't know who he is."

"Why would you get pissed about my parents…?" Scott questions and the older boy scowls.

"Because they ignore you! My mom was awesome and she loved me, and after she died I was lucky to have my grandfather. But you?" Quill rubs his eyes. "You don't have anyone and it made me realize how lucky I was. Even if I never knew my dad."

Scott shrugs and closes his eyes again. "I have you and Stephen now."

Quill huffs and Scott feels the bed dip a few moments later.

"Scoot."

Scott rolls onto his side so Quill can sit on the bed and watch the movie he's partially listening to, and eventually returns to his earlier dozing. A knock on Quill's bedroom door disturbs him again but he keeps his eyes closed when Quill calls out. He hears the door open behind him and tries to doze off again when he hears Quill's grandfather talking, and then he focuses on the conversation when he hears his name.

"He was quiet at breakfast."

"That's just how he is."

"Peter...do you know if he's abused?"

Scott's blood ran cold. He couldn't kick Quill in warning since they were both on top of the covers, so all he could do was hope that he wouldn't spill the beans or give any indication to what his home life actually was. Scott's parents may neglect him, but he had a roof over his head and they sent him money for food (not including recently), and Scott was finally starting to make friends. A friend and a boyfriend but they gave him the attention he needed. Scott was actually opening up to the amount of affection Quill was offering him, and was even starting to think about going to him for more.

If Quill said anything, Scott would be taken away without a doubt, and he would have to start all over again.

"I don't think so." Quill thankfully lies.

"What are his parents doing out of town this close to Christmas?"

"Work, I think. They told Scott they would be back before Christmas but the weather is probably keeping them away. Stephen left a note in case they get back before I take Scott home. With our number."

"Alright. I don't mind if he stays. I just had to be sure."

The door closes a few seconds later, and Scott chances looking over his shoulder to look at Quill. He catches a glimpse of rage in his boyfriend's eyes just before Quill covers it up, and Scott yelps when the older teen suddenly grabs him and pulls him into his arms. Scott could somehow feel the heartbreak that Quill was suffering from just from the hug alone, and he slowly returns it.

"I hated lying about it."

"Thank you." Scott whispers and allows Quill to hold him tighter.

They stayed like that until lunch, Scott finally actually falling asleep when Quill started massaging the back of his neck again. Sandwiches were made by his grandfather and brought back up to the bedroom so they could eat and watch a movie, and after lunch Scott and Quill spent time playing different card games. The older teen was really good at poker, and made a passing joke about how it was too bad that they weren't playing strip poker, and Scott blushes hotly at the implication. He most definitely would have been completely naked if they were.

Dinner was eaten downstairs and it passed similarly to breakfast, and thankfully Quill's grandfather didn't ask any questions about Scott's life at home. He seemed to accept what Quill told him, and as long as Scott didn't give any reason for the family to think otherwise, he was in the clear. They easily accepted that Scott would be spending Christmas with them and were gracious enough not to overwhelm him with questions or attention in general.

Then Scott realized...he would be spending Christmas with Quill and his family. No big deal. He would just stay upstairs while they spent time together opening presents and other traditions, and he would be content to watch movies all day. It's what he did every year at home anyway. He would be so quiet they would forget he was even here.

And suddenly, his heart broke at the thought. They would forget about him, something he was used to, and now it bothered him? It always bothered him, but now that he was slowly getting used to attention, being ignored was affecting him more. Even just the thought of it.

No. He wouldn't intrude on their Christmas. He was just fine with staying up in Quill's room and that was that. Maybe if the weather cleared up, he could leave before then so he wasn't intruding and eating their food anymore either.

"Scott."

Said teen looks up at Quill from the pajama shirt he was changing into. "What?"

"Is something bothering you?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Something just seemed...off about you at dinner." Quill elaborates as he finishes changing.

"I'm fine. Maybe you were picking up on how tired I'm feeling."

Quill grunts out a maybe as they climb into bed, and Scott braves scooting closer to the bigger teen and is immediately awarded with Quill wrapping an arm around him. Instead of turning so they fall asleep like the night before with his back to Quill's chest, Scott remains as he is with his nose against his boyfriend's collarbone and tucked against his side. With another small adjustment, Scott had his head on Quill's shoulder and a leg over one of his, and he almost immediately fell asleep once he was comfortable.

They were, of course, rudely awakened by some birds the next morning that were singing rather loudly and it had Quill groaning just as loud.

"What the fuck are birds so excited about at five in the morning?!"

Scott sniggers. "Probably the break in the storm."

"Well they're about to get bitch slapped by reality in about half an hour." Quill grumbles. "The storm will be coming back then."

The birds continue chirping loudly right outside the window, and Quill grabs Scott's unused pillow and throws it at the window, making it shudder under the impact. The birds fall silent for all of ten seconds before they start up again and Quill throws his arm over his face with another frustrated groan.

[sirrobin126]

Heads up:  Very Long post about Lionel Luthor and Martha Kent

Oh my, how glad i am that you spontaneously decided to ask me about that. You could have chosen any ship in the world and yet, here we are, I guess i’ll just have to think of something for Mionel on the fly then. 

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

Martha pushes the pull door but she never gets angry about it, she either silently corrects herself or has a little giggle at the fact that she didn’t read the easily observable sign. It’s not a big inconvenience so it doesn’t bother her, and usually if she misses the sign it’s because she has something more useful to do anyway. Lionel almost never pushes a pull door because he applies the “ten steps ahead” model to his entire life and his commitment to the “Master of the Universe Dramatic Entrance” #aesthetic would be crushed if he messed up something as simple as opening a door. That being said, sometimes he gets so hyper focused on an issue that he will walk headfirst into a door that he didn’t realise was there, and heaven forbid you be in his path for the rest of the day after that. 

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

I feel like this is a no-brainer for Mr “I write about Martha in my diary so much my Earth 2 self falls in love with her”, but it’s defs Lionel. Martha is much more about verbal and physical confirmations of affection but Lionel’s not so great at being vulnerable or expressing feelings in words. Declamatory gestures and gifts are far more his thing (also he’s a giant nerd who of course draws little hearts with martha’s name in his diary).

Who starts the tickle fights

Lionel. Martha is ticklish and he isn’t. Never reveal a weakness in front of a Luthor.

Who starts the pillow fights

Well they’re both grown adults so they don’t really have pillow fights, but Martha. Lionel never expects it of her, and ends up copping a pillow directly to the face, leading to feelings of betrayal and wounded pride. 

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

Okay well, this is obvious on the surface considering the frequency and softness with which he looks at her is beyond compare. Lionel gets to sleep very late, and has trouble disengaging his mind so of course he watches Martha, smiling because he can hardly conceive that someone so perfect exists in the world. However, Martha wakes up very early, a habit bred of the fact that she spent most of her adult life on the farm. Now that she works at an office she doesn’t know how to break herself out of the habit, so she either gets up and makes breakfast, or she sits in bed, enjoying the first bit of laziness she’s had in forty ears and watching Lionel. Sometimes it’s because he looks more peaceful, but most of the time it’s the opposite, Lionel talks in his sleep and tends to have a lot of dreams where he argues with people. It amuses Martha to no end, hearing the ridiculous things he debates whilst asleep. 

Who mistakes salt for sugar

Neither of them. Martha’s a big believer in tasting all her ingredients before she cooks them and has just developed the habit of dipping her finger into the spoon before she pours it in. Lionel, on the other hand, hasn’t set foot in a kitchen since 1983 when he tried to make a batch of popcorn (which he burnt) so he doesn’t have much opportunity for mistaking ingredients at all. It’s never happened as a prank either, because who would want to prank Martha Kent? And Lionel is notoriously difficult to prank because he’s so paranoid that he suspects multiple ulterior motives on the simplest of exchanges.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

Well, Martha would never because she is both competent in the kitchen and a kind person. Lionel, however, has as much experience in the kitchen as he does with altruism. Until he starts wanting to impress Martha that is, and he beings making her stuff in the kitchen (sandwiches, pasta, and anything that he can read how to do off the packet). Then he learns how to use an oven and a microwave and, to his dismay, develops a love of two minute noodles. Martha would be too considerate to let the microwave beep, but a noodle seeking Lionel will often be heard at one am, first by a loud beeping, then a louder swear as Lionel realises he forgot to press the button.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

Neither of them really do cheesy. Martha is a very sincere and sweet person, and Lionel is so besotted that he has no choice but to be sincere in response. However, sometimes his praise of her is so over-the-top and his personality is so #dramatique that he could come off as cheesy if he weren’t entirely committed to the dramatic in every aspect of his life.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

Lionel. 

“It just makes sense. Why- why wouldn’t you put them in order? Doing it by subject is ridiculous unless you employ some sort of decimal system, otherwise it becomes chaotic as many books have multiple subjects and themes. 

I understand separating fiction and non-fiction, but, why do the books with blue covers have their own shelf? This is…this is a nightmare. Please stop laughing at me, Martha.” 

Lionel’s library is entirely ordered and searchable via his own personal computer catalogue. Martha just knows where she puts things, and if she doesn’t, she’ll look around for it near other books like it. She doesn’t mind Lionel putting the books in order, but if he thinks she’s going to stop putting books she’s just finished at the end of the bookcase so that she can find it again, he’s got another thing coming. 

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Martha not only tastes ingredients for their freshness, she can’t help but taste a product before putting it in the oven. Lionel doesn’t even think about licking the spoon. The brownie is what comes after the baking, why would he eat the lesser product just for the instant gratification? Martha admires his willpower in waiting for the finished product, but once it’s out of the oven, his patience vanishes. Lionel doesn’t like to wait. He will do it, but once he sees the benefits outweigh the cost he will spring. This has more than once led to a certain billionaire’s mouth being burnt and sore, somehow Lionel never decides the cost of a burnt mouth outweighs the benefit of hot brownie.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

Lionel. Remember when I said Lionel was all about gestures. He may not always be able to express what he feels, but he will damn sure light up the dining room whenever he can for no reason other than to make Martha feel special.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Martha. I know, according to the veritas plot line (fucking veritas) that Lionel is the artist, but he tends to keep his stuff more private, and has to be dragged into drawing in front of anyone else. Martha needs to have busy hands so she just picks up a pen and scribbles on whatever is lying around. When she takes messages on the phone she’ll write on anything: old bills, newspapers, her hand or Lionel’s if it’s lying too close. Lionel doesn’t mind, of course he doesn’t, how could he? It makes him smile every time she shows him that casual affection, she doesn’t even realise it, but he treasures those moments like they’re pure gold (or wacky alien tech, which is apparently his major obsession)

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

Lionel has to go on conferences and shit all over the country. He always wants to buy Martha ridiculous gifts from everywhere, but she won’t have any of it. Instead he buys her the classiest memento he can that doesn’t cost more than the Kent Farm. When Martha has to start going to places for her senatorial duties, she does the same thing, sort of. Martha gets a kind of sadistic pleasure out of seeing Lionel have to pretend to really aesthetically appreciate a tacky magnet in the shape of a cowboy hat with a bad joke about beer written on it, and then sticking it to his pristine fridge next to other magnets in the shape of a corn cob a big pair of red lips, respectively.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

Martha does, but she doesn’t take anything they say seriously. Lionel is reluctant to take them at all, and if they give him an answer he doesn’t like, or he think’s is accurate, you better believe he’ll call the editor to complain. 

Martha can’t prove it, but she’s sure he actually bought one of the magazine companies after  a quiz said that they were only a 44% match. She just happened to notice that the quizzes always seemed a little more rigorous and scientifically based after Lionel got upset with them.

Lionel definitely did buy the magazine, but he didn’t tell Martha because he was worried that Martha would think he’d overreacted. 

He definitely overreacted. 

Thanks @justanotherfan, I can always count on you to care about Mionel, sorry it’s so rambling, I just have so many feelings.

#oh my god #that's such a long post and i'm so sorry to everyone who doesn't give a shit about any of this #but I had to write about it #i had to #also i know this is super cutesy and defs ignoring the fact that lionel is a horrible person and that mionel could never end happily #but what am i best at if not ignoring the fact that Lionel is horrible and mionel is doomed #my fic