whuphf  asked:

okay two things because i don't have anyone else to discuss the office with: I love to quote "forever stop that story" in casual conversation and also, remember when andy said he didn't like erin anymore, like he kinda got over her (when she asked him out with the puppets)? that was very believable and i thought that was when it should have ended.

haha nice :P ALSO, I never wanted Erin & Andy to end.. :(


It’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and Lardo is outside in the reading room. She’s wearing one of Shitty’s hoodies and her mitten flaps are folded down so she can light the joint she’s holding. The air feels crisp, like it might snow tomorrow. Normally she’d just smoke in her room, but she’s just here visiting Bitty and it’s not her room anymore, it’s Tango’s, even if she is sleeping in it for the weekend.

Bitty crawls out onto the roof beside her. “Sharesies?” he asks. “Bro. Of course,” Lardo says as she inhales and passes him the joint. Bitty’s got a mug of hot chocolate and a blanket; Lardo tucks herself into Bitty’s side and gets cozy beside him. After a few more passes, Lardo turns to him and says, “You really love Jack, yeah?” Bitty sighs. “Yeah. I really, really do.” 

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Y/N bit down on the pencil in her hand, her eyes skimming across the words in her book, but her mind not grasping any of their meanings. She paused on a word briefly when a loud, dramatic sigh carried across the room, but determined to not be distracted, she continued to read.

Another minute passed, and Y/N jotted down a few notes before another sigh, this time louder, reached her ears. Closing her eyes, Y/N took a breath before she put the pencil in her book to mark her spot, and opened her eyes to look at the man sitting in the chair across the room.

Joe was turning back and forth slightly in his chair, his eyes locked on her, an innocent look on his face.

“Can I help you, Mr. Sugg?” Y/N asked, staring tiredly at her boyfriend.

“I’m borrrreeeddd.” He drags out the word, saying it in a whiney voice, his arms hanging loosely beside him.

“Then go do something.” She replied, looking down at her book.

“I want to do something with you though.” Joe used his feet to bring his chair closer to the end of the bed, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“Joe,” She sighed, “You know I need to study for this test coming up. I need to get a good mark if I want to pass this class.” Y/N had been studying, or at least attempting to study, for the past hour.

Her ever so caring boyfriend, Joe, had waltzed into their shared bedroom about half an hour in, and at first he was quiet, sitting at his desk editing a video, but apparently he had finished. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been making little noises, huffing, or sighing, clearly trying to get Y/N’s attention.

“Can’t you study later?”

“No, because you’ll drag me into doing some activity or filming a video with you.”

“Well, it’s just more fun. Studying is boring.”



She threw her hands up, letting out a groan of frustration. “I give up! I cannot study around you.” Joe’s eyes followed Y/N as she began to pile her papers up, closing her books and stacking them up, and reaching for her book bag.

“What are you doing?” He asked, clearly confused.

“I’m moving to the library. I need to study. And you are very distracting.” She explained, continuing to pack up her textbooks.

“No, no, no!” Joe scrambled onto the bed, causing Y/N to stop and stare at him, shocked by the sudden movement. “Don’t go, I’ll be quiet. I just want to spend time with you.” He reached out and took one of her hands in his own.

Y/N looked down at their hands briefly before lifting her eyes to meet Joe’s, offering him a small smile. He was adorable at times.

“Promise to be quiet?” She asked.

“I’ll do one better.” He replied, releasing her hand to shift them both on the bed so she sat between his legs, her back resting against his chest. After he decided they were both comfortable, he grabbed the book she had been reading before he interrupted and opened it. “I’ll help you study. What are we learning?”

Y/N laughed, relaxing back into Joe and began to tell him what she was studying and showed him what to question her.

The studying didn’t actually end up lasting long, Joe decided he would much rather study his girlfriends body instead.

Brendon Urie x Reader : Date With A Dork

A/N: Despite what the request says this is still a gender neutral fic my lovelies! :) Requests, comments, and questions are accepted as always. I love you all, thanks so much! 2 more followers and then I hit my first 100. Thank you!!! The past month has been amazing, and I’ve loved writing fanfic for you guys! You’re the best.  

Anonymous said:
Hi!! Could I get an imagine where the reader is a YouTuber and Frank or Brendon (you choose) is a huge fan of her, they meet after a concer and he asks her out?? :D

You sat on the couch of the dressing room, tapping your foot nervously, anticipating the moment when your lifelong idol and celebrity crush would walk into the room. Sure, you were almost just as famous as he was, almost, but to you, he still seemed like a thousand levels higher. You grew up listening to all the Panic! At The Disco songs. They were the band that helped you survive middle school and high school, and to think that you’d be in the presence of Brendon Urie, the actual singer and front man of your favorite band, it blew your mind. You had met him online through some DM’s on Twitter, and you texted each other, even had a video talk, and Brendon decided to send you some free tickets for some of his upcoming shows in hopes that you could make it and you two could meet and hang out later. It felt surreal.

That day you had called Brendon a couple hours before he went on stage, and he had explained to you where to go and what to do in order to find him. Zach, who you had seen in a million backstage videos and Brendon periscopes, had introduced himself to you and showed you to the dressing room, sitting you down on the couch until Brendon came out from his shower. You had agreed upon walking to a little music shop Brendon had scouted out earlier, a place where he had told you he had bought one of his favorite guitars. You were lost in thought when the door swung open and Brendon’s eyes met yours, and your heart leapt. This was really happening.

“Nice to finally see you in person,” Brendon smiled as he dried his hair off with a towel, setting it down on the ground and giving you a hug. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Looks who’s talking,” you smirked, both of you walking out the door and down the sidewalk.

“I’ve watched a couple of your YouTube videos,” he chuckled. “You’re pretty cute.”

“Cute? More like embarrassing,” you rolled your eyes. “They find it humorous when I humiliate myself.”

“Stuffing marshmallows in your mouth is humiliating?” Brendon raised his eyebrows. “Ha, remind me what humiliation means the next time you get so drunk you take your pants off on stage.”

“Well that’s actually sort of hot,” you admitted. “A marshmallow filled mouth? I don’t think it even comes close.”

“You’re too humbling,” Brendon laughed. “I think you’re great.”

“Same,” you grinned. “I’ve been listening to your music for forever.”

“Forever is a really long time,” he reminded. “That’s almost fucking eternity, you know. I don’t think my band’s even been around that long.”

“You know what I meant silly,” you gave him a playful jab in the arm.

“You hit like a girl,” he teased. “No offense to girls.”

“You sing like a girl,” you joked. “Hitting those high notes and that falsetto.”

“Really now? I never noticed! Oh my gosh,” Brendon responded, doing his best Valley Girl impression, which made you giggle. You had seen him do it so many times in his Periscopes, and even sometimes on stage.

“The show was great by the way,” you added. “I loved it.”

“Was it worth the price?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You gave me tickets for free,” you laughed. “Remember?”

“Fuck, I love it when you laugh,” Brendon sighed happily. His eyes grew wide after he realized he had just said that aloud, and it only made you laugh more. “Damn, I didn’t think-”

“No, haha,” you regained composure. “It’s fine. I love your smile.”

“Really now?” he flashed a toothy grin.

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes.

“You sure?” he insisted between his teeth.

“Better quit it or I’ll start calling you Beebo,” you playfully threatened.

“Because heaven forbid anyone call me that!” Brendon gasped. You both burst out into laughter as you neared the music shop.

“So this is the place, huh?” you wondered as he opened the door and ushered you in.

“Yup, the one and only,” he grinned. “Damn, it’s been forever since I’ve been in here.”

“You know, forever is a really long fucking time,” you reminded.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He slyly reached for your arm, holding your hand as you walked down the aisles, and you stayed silent, but bursting with joy that he would be so kind as to show that sign of affection. You knew Brendon could be flirty, but you never knew he was this romantic.

“Look, I see a Sinatra vinyl,” you hinted, pointing towards a copy of one of Brendon’s favorite albums.

“I think I spot a Weezer one too,” Brendon added excitedly. You both drifted off to that corner of the shop and released the hand holding, so that you could pick up a Death of a Bachelor vinyl.

“You see this?” you smiled. “You’re right up there with them, Brendon.”

“That’s insane,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“It’s right there beside them,” you pointed out. “Look at you, Mr. Accomplishment.”

“Ah, you’re not too shabby yourself,” Brendon reassured. “You’ll be up there on the internet hall of fame one day. I know it.”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “I think I’ll be one of those old celebrities in the magazine showing how much I’ve aged or something like that.”

“Whatever,” Brendon chuckled.

You walked over to the guitars and picked one up, handing it to Brendon. It was a lovely acoustic, and Brendon just looked at it and smiled. “Play something,” you begged. “I want to hear you.”

“You just did? Remember? About an hour ago?” Brendon reminded.

“No, I mean just you and me,” you persisted. “Right here, right now.”

“If you insist,” Brendon sighed, sitting down on a stool and strumming a couple chords. “Oh shit, what do I even sing?”

“Jesus loves me more than he loves you,” you joked.

“Oh I think that’s going to be featured on our next album,” Brendon teased. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone yet. It’s going to be the second single after Pirate Love.”

“That one you wrote with Kenny?” you giggled.

“That’s the one,” Brendon nodded. “Swab my deck!”

“Brendon!” you squealed.

“I’m just playing around,” he reassured. He strummed a couple chords and then hummed, starting to sing. It sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until he sang the first few words did it register what song it was. “I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap. And I’m not pulling, no, I’m not pulling for ya-”

“You’re just pulling at me,” you chimed in.

“I’m not a betting man, but this is a sure thing,” you both grinned as you sang the words together. “Bababadadadadabababadada, I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa…”

“So many places,” you laughed.

“That you might say I’ve seen it all,” Brendon gave a goofy face.

“But my favorite place is the warm embrace, of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall,” you both sang out the lyrics playfully. “Everything I do is bittersweet, you could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak, it feels like we’re pulling teeth. So bittersweet…” Brendon strummed a couple elaborate chords and you both laughed, until he put the guitar down.

“So you know all the words,” he smiled. “I like that.”

“I love that song,” you sighed. “Vices and Virtues bonus tracks are literally the best.”

“That’s what they all say,” Brendon smirked.

“So, any bonus tracks for Death of a Bachelor?” you raised your eyebrows, hoping to possibly pry some information out of him.

“I already fucking told you y/n, you’re not allowed to ask anymore questions about the new Beyoncé collaboration,” he groaned playfully. “That’s strictly between Queen Bey and me, got it?”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

“Is that a good thing?” he wondered.

“It’s amazing,” you reassured, and almost instinctively, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He bit his lip trying to suppress a smile, and you skipped over to the rack of CD’s, pretending nothing had happened. An employee who was restocking some of them looked at you.

“Were you the one with the lovely voice?” he wondered.

“Nah, that would be Brendon over there,” you explained. “He’s the singer.”

“You didn’t sound too terrible yourself,” the man reassured.

“You’re too kind,” you blushed.

“Hey y/n,” Brendon snapped. You turned around, surprised at the sudden sharpness of Brendon’s voice. “Let’s go, we’ve got dinner reservations.”

“We do?” you inquired.

“Yes, we do, so let’s get going,” Brendon insisted. He tugged on your arm and basically dragged you out of the store, until you reached the corner and he finally let go.

“What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

That’s when Brendon kissed you, right then and there, his lips pressed up to yours, and when he pulled away, he left you stunned. “I didn’t like the way that man was hitting on you,” Brendon shrugged. “You’re mine.”

“Am I now?” you smirked.

“If uh, you’re okay with that,” he double checked.

“You little dork,” you kissed him on the lips quickly. “You’re too adorable, Brendon.”

“Nah, you’d beat me any day,” Brendon shook his head.

“So I believe there were mentions of dinner reservations?” you reminded.

“If you’re up for it,” he shrugged.

“I’m up for anything,” you grinned. “As long as you’ll be there.”

“Are you saying yes to a date with the biggest dork ever?” Brendon wondered.

“Yes I am,” you nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


Current requests I am working on so far;


Hi can I request Randy Orton imagine where him and naomi’s sister are always flirting ever since she introduced them to each other and he finally asks her out after watching her hit a RKO to win her match


Hey I couldnt send you an ask so hear is my request. Could you maybe write something angsty with dolph ziggler but with fluff at the end? Pretty pretty please?

Hey can you do one where the reader calls Austin Aries old and he shows her he’s not old by having rough sex with her all night long. Please and thank you.


Hi! Woo-hoo! A brand new request blog! :-) Okay,I’ll get my feet wet and give ya one! Can I PLEASE have one with my fave Dean Ambrose? Fluffy beginning,but super smutty with rest? Maybe she works behind scenes at WWE,but it’s night at hotel so she takes swim in the pool alone cause she didn’t want any1 to see her in her suit cause she thinks she’s not attractive etc,but Dean catches her cause he can’t sleep & wants to swim too so hot smut happens in the pool when he shows her how pretty she is!


Results by Friday!

anonymous asked:

the westallen pictures though omsdgjskjghskjg. to specify i mean the promo pics that were just released not the ones where they are kissing (!!!!!!!!!!!) and he's asking her out on a date (!!!!!!!) or the ones where they are walking and holding hands (!!!!!!!!!!)

LOL, i love how we got so much during this hiatus that we gotta be more specific when we’re talk about spoilers pics. but ALL the spoilers have been amazing omgggg i’m so excited for season 3 to start. 


Luke & Lorelai- Favourite Moments- Season 4

My Rose: fun, kind & funny; totally accepting; forms a new trio with Albus & Scorpius; tries in various ways to get her cousin and her friend together after noticing their crushes on each other; all in all a real standup gal

Cursed Child Rose: rude, arrogant & judgmental; narrow & close-minded; cuts off her friendship with her cousin after he is sorted into Slytherin; gets asked out by Scorpius; basically a bitch

Me: ?????

Hehe! =D It’s a pot of forget-me-nots for your place… One of my Nii-sans helped me choose the flowers… They’re blue like your ribbon and cute like you! =////D I hope it’s okay!!

{SORRY THIS ISN’T MUCH TwT Also, comeback of @kb3art’s Homura=forget-me-nots headcanon because I had to TwT}

Thank you so much for the lovely flowers, they look so beautiful! Ah-, I hope you don’t mind me going back to my place to drop off the pot and get changed. Haha, I feel a bit underdressed. 


Bones » 2016 rewatch - 2x02 “Mother and Child in the Bay”

So all of this back-and-forth was for nothing? Good to know.

For you who say Riley always makes the first move:
  • Lucas:*protects her from water*
  • Lucas:You're better than that..
  • Lucas:Dude,I'm supposed to kiss the girl..
  • Lucas:My moment will be my moment..
  • Lucas:Maybe one day,you and I will be in Paris together..
  • Lucas:To me..You're a princess..
  • Lucas:*rode with her on a horse*
  • Lucas:*raises a hand,so he can ask her out*
  • Lucas:I am asking your permission to ask out your daughter..
  • Lucas:There are some moments you know you're gonna remember forever..This is one of 'em..
  • Lucas:*is practically hypnotized by Riley*
  • Lucas:*wants to hold Riley's hand*
  • Lucas:*wants to walk Riley home*
  • Lucas:I really like you Riley..
  • Lucas:*smiles when Riley catches a bouquet*
  • Lucas:Good Girl..
  • Lucas:*flirts with her on a high level*
  • Lucas:*assumes they are going to the dance together*
  • Lucas:*jealous of Charlie*
  • Lucas:*breaks a freaking table to go to see her*
  • Lucas:*is so proud of her*
  • Lucas:Riley I kinda want you to watch..
  • Lucas:You're really important to me..
  • Lucas:If there wasn't for you,I don't know if I would survive New York..
  • Lucas:But Riley what are we?
  • Lucas:What if that's not what I think we are?
  • Lucas:*still jealous over Charlie*
  • Lucas:Your hair smells nice!
  • Lucas:*bites his lip as he watches Riley*
  • Lucas:*is hurt so much,just because he thinks Riley doesn't believe in him*
  • Lucas:I would recognize you anywhere..
  • Lucas:That night in the library,with Riley..I could've sat there talking to her forever..
  • Lucas:It's always been Riley..It's always been Riley since day one..
  • Lucas:*is amused by Riley's jealousy*
  • Lucas:You're always such a romantic..
  • Lucas:*jealous of Evan talking to Riley*
  • Lucas:*worried about the fact that Riley maybe moved on*
  • Lucas:My favorite thing in this world is when you talk to me..
  • Lucas:Yeah,I think about it all the time..
  • Lucas:*takes Riley's hand and gently caress it with his thumb*
  • Lucas:I promised you that my moment will be my moment..This is it..
  • Lucas:*gives her a jellybean in a ring box*
  • Lucas:That means you Riley..I choose you..And I really want you to choose me..
  • Lucas:*stares at her with so much love,and adoration*

That episode when Jay unlocked his True Potential!! 👌🐍⚡️


Note: This would have been out earlier, but I couldn’t think of a title to save my life…so, sorry for that haha


  1. Hey there! I ADORE your writing! I was wondering if I could request a prompt: Daveed x reader, and the reader is a long time fan of Daveed’s and they bump into each other randomly on the street one day and Daveed can’t hide his attraction to the fan?
  2. Hello! Can you do a Daveed x Reader where they meet after the show and the reader is a huge fan. After meeting the reader Daveed instantly feels something for the her. He freaks out and keeps seeing the reader at various places in NYC and slowly falls more in love with her. Once he gets enough courage to ask her out he can’t find her and goes all over NYC until he finds her at a Ham4Ham. While he is rapping with Lin he sees her and stops during it to ask her out. Super cute and fluffy :333

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Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

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“Iced coffee with an extra shot for Y/N?” The barista shouted out from behind the counter.

Your ears perked up at the sound of your name and your feet carried you over to the counter.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista as you picked up your drink and walked out of the coffee shop.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday in New York City with lots of life buzzing in the streets. There was never a day in NYC where the streets were quiet. It was the city that never slept. You had lived in the city for two years and had gotten used to its lively manner.

You walked down the street, casually drinking your coffee, when suddenly, someone crashed into you, knocking your coffee to the ground. Luckily, none of it spilled on you, but you were still disappointed that you now had no coffee.

“Shit, my bad. Are you okay?” You heard a surprisingly familiar voice say to you.

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Lydia is not someone who can voice her feelings easily, so I can see why she wouldn’t be the first to make a move.

And Stiles has told her how he felt before when he had a crush, but never outright asked her out or pushed for a relationship with Lydia because he most likely feared rejection and would have rather had Lydia in his life as a friend then not at all.

But now that we know Stiles will probably be the one to make the first move and that his feelings are so much deeper than a boyhood crush, it makes me so excited! I mean, I would have been overjoyed if it was Lydia making the first move, but regardless, I’m so happy that it’s Stiles.

I’ve honestly been frustrated in the past seeing Stiles not be confident enough to just ask out Lydia, but now he has nothing to fear since he’s pretty much gone through hell and back and he’s seen Lydia almost die countless of times and has been in his first real relationship that was exciting and sweet, but left him feeling unfulfilled mostly emotionally towards the end and now he’s basically getting erased from existence. Whichever way he ends up telling her, whether it be that he actually says he still has feelings for her or just goes in for the kiss in the spur of the moment, it’ll be just as satisfying to see that be a slight shove for Lydia and for her to finally be able to acknowledge her own feelings for Stiles at that moment.

So it really doesn’t matter who makes the first move, because both of their reactions will be equally important and leave us all needing to use an inhaler to catch our breath.

Are you jealous? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I’m not sure if this had been done but can you please do numbers 5&21 (drabbles) with Peter Parker :-) ?

Drabble 5: We have to be quiet

Drabble 21: Are you jealous?

List of drabbles: http://imaginingspiderman.tumblr.com/drabbles

‘’Who is that?’’ Peter asked his friend as he looked at [Y/N], leaning against her locker and talking to a guy he had never seen before.
‘’He’s the new one, I think’’ Ned told him.
Peter hated to admit it, but he was jealous. [Y/N] was beautiful, and it didn’t surprise him that a boy would want to talk to her. It had taken him months to gather the courage he needed to ask her out after years of being friends, and it didn’t matter that they had been dating for half a year -he still got nervous when other boys approached her.
‘’Hey, babe’’ Peter said as he walked up to [Y/N], wrapping an arm around her waist.
‘’Hey, Pete’’ she said, a big smile on her face. ‘’This is Luke.’’
Peter nodded at the boy, trying not to look possessive but failing, making Luke uncomfortable.
‘’I have to get going’’ he said, smiling at [Y/N]. ‘’I’ll text you before I come over today’’ he quickly said before leaving.
‘’Who is he?’’ Peter asked as soon as the boy was gone.
‘’Are you jealous?’’ [Y/N] asked, turning around to look at Peter, a smirk on her lips.
‘’Me? Jealous?’’ Peter asked, shaking his head. ‘’Never. I just don’t understand why you were talking to him. And what about him coming over? Who does he think he is?’’
[Y/N] laughed and caressed Peter’s cheek before taking his hand.
‘’I’m pretty sure he thinks he is my cousin. You know, blood of my blood and all that jazz’’ she said, trying not to laugh at Peter’s shocked expression. ‘’He is coming over because he just moved to Queens and he and his family are having dinner at my house.’’
All Peter wanted to do in that moment was run and bury himself in a hole. He was embarrassed -he had never been the overprotective kind of boyfriend, and for the one time he was, he had looked stupid.
‘’Come here’’ [Y/N] said before leading him to an empty classroom. It was lunch time, so there weren’t many people around. Just as she closed the door behind her, she pressed her lips to Peter’s, wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘’I guess I’ll have to show you why you shouldn’t be jealous’’ she whispered against his lips. ‘’But we have to be quiet.’’
Thirty minutes after, Ned was wondering where Peter was, but didn’t give it much thought as [Y/N] was missing as well, telling him that Peter had had no reason to be jealous.

anonymous asked:

You asked for theories on how Judy feels about Jack: During the movie she's really impulsive, but Judy probably approaches her feelings with at least a little more logic since she started working with Nick. It would be silly to deny she isn't the least bit attracted to Jack- he's basically a more charming and sophisticated, less snarky Nick but in a hot rabbit buck body. But he's also an agent, meaning a relationship would be near impossible. She'd go out with him if HE asked her out, though.


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anonymous asked:

Please write feysand first date modern au

I tried my best :p hope this is good

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.



Rhys was nervous while quickly scanning the flower shop he was in. He couldn’t decide whether to get a bouquet of purple tulips or white roses for Feyre. He looked down, glancing at his watch on his left wrist quickly.


Damn it, he thought. He had to be at Feyre’s place soon for their first date. He couldn’t be late, she’d think he slacks off.

After months of spending time with Feyre during weekends and between university classes, he finally had the guts to ask her out. Shocked was an understatement for what he felt when she said yes. Especially with the big smile on her face too when she said it.

Rhys shook his head to get rid of his thoughts and rushed to tell the shopkeeper that he’ll get a bouquet or purple tulips and white roses.

A mix never hurts. He reminded himself.

He thanked the shopkeeper and paid her generously before getting into his car and driving off to Feyre’s place. It wasn’t too far but he wanted to be early. He desperately wanted a relationship with Feyre so he was trying to do everything right.

Rhys got to Feyre’s house in exactly fifteen minutes. He parked his car outside her house then got out. After patting down his shirt so it wouldn’t look wrinkled, he grabbed the bouquet and walked up Feyre’s driveway. He knocked on the door three times then stood nervously. One of his hands is holding the bouquet of flowers while the other is fidgeting with one of the buttons on his button up shirt.

What if I screw up? What if she won’t go another date with me? What if-

His thoughts were cut off by the front door opening. He head shot up from where he was starting at the flowers to Feyre. His eyes widen at the sight of her and his mouth opened slightly. 

“Rhy?” She waved her hand in front of his face, “You there?”

Rhysand quickly nodded, “You look beautiful.”

Feyre’s cheeks reddened from his compliment. She was wearing a dress that fell above her knee that was form fitting at the top then flared around her. The top part was dark purple then the color slowly fades to black at the bottom of her dress. She paired this with a pair of black flats and her hair was teased to give her the innocent but not so much look. Rhysand couldn’t stop staring.

She looks so beautiful. How would she ever say yes to me. Look at her.

Rhys?” He snapped out of his thoughts again from Feyre’s voice. Her face started to return in his line of view and all he could see was her teasing smile. She was leaning against the threshold, her arms cross while watching him.

“I’m guessing you like the look?”

Rhys grinned, “You know you could walk out in sweats and still look just as beautiful.”

Feyre snorted, flicking his nose, “Cheesy.”

Rhys could only laugh. He handed her the bouquet of flowers before leaning in and kissing her cheek softly. 

“For you, darling.”

“Thank you.” She said with a smile, rushing back in to put them in a vase, “Come in by the way, I’ll only be a moment.” She shouted out from the kitchen. 

Rhys stepped in and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the kitchen doorway to see Feyre setting the flowers in a vase filled with water. She turned to him with a smile once she was done. He took his hand in hers and kiss the back of it affectionately. 

“You ready?”

Feyre nodded with a shy smile on her face. Rhysand knew it was only about a half a year ago that she left an abusive relationship. He helped her out of it towards the end and now he wanted to show her how she’s worth it. He couldn’t even imagine a guy abusing a person as strong as she is. 

Rhys brought her outside to his car. He opened the passenger seat for her then turned to his side after he shut the door with her inside. He turned on the engine then set off to their date. They barely noticed how Rhy’s hand found Feyre’s again and rested on her lap for the whole ride.


Rhys parked his car near a lake - helping Feyre out of the car. He held her again and pulled her across the grassy field and near the lake. Feyre noticed how there was a restaurant near the end but Rhys didn’t even bring her remotely close to it. Instead, he pulled her forward towards the pier. He was wary to see her reaction. He wanted her to love their first date but he didn’t want to do anything to extravagant also. It just wasn’t their thing to do big, showy things. 

Feyre looked around the evening sky, the sun was just setting giving them a beautiful sight of the purple and pink sky. She turned her head back to look forward after admiring the sight around her. What she saw in front of her was better though. Her eyes widen at the beautiful set up Rhys had for her. At the end of the pier was a table illuminated by a couple of small candles in the middle. All down the sides of the pier were string lights that gave off just enough brightness that they can see each other but also left a nice aura around them. They stopped in front of the table. Rhys pulled out her chair for her then pushed it back in once Feyre was settled on the seat. He then sat on his chair and raised his hand above him as if he was signalling someone. A waiter came and set the menus in front of them before leaving again.

Rhys faced Feyre, gauging her reaction. He didn’t see any of her expressions the whole way there since he was too nervous.

Why am I so nervous now. I’ve never felt this way before.

Feyre grinned at him, “I remember you told me you weren’t very creative awhile back.”

Rhys sighed in relief, loving her teasing. 

“Well for you, darling, I can get a little creative.”

Feyre laughed, picking up the menu and scanning through it. Rhys raised his hand again once they both knew what they wanted then they ordered. A comfortable silence set upon them once the waiter left. Feyre was turning her head left and right, admiring the view around her once again. She wanted it ingrained in her mind for a very long time. Rhys, on the other hand, was staring at Feyre with a small smile on his lips. He knew she didn’t get a chance to go out much form her ex and now with all the university work. So he wanted to give her something special.

“Do you like it?” Rhys asked.

“I don’t.”

Rhys’s smile fell.

“Rhysand. I’m kidding,” Feyre said while laughing, “I’ve never seen you this nervous before. You know I love it. Thank you.”

Rhys sagged slightly in relief.

“I just want it to be perfect for you, darling. You deserve everything and more.”

Feyre couldn’t help but tear up slightly from his words. No one has ever said anything like that to her.

“Thank you, Rhys.” 

He only smiled and kissed the back of her hand that was on the table. Soon, the food arrived and they made talked in between bites. Their feet were touching each others underneath the table with occasional nudges every couple of minutes. The way they acted around each other didn’t change even though they were on a date. It was still like they were best friends, except for the touching.

The date ended sooner than they both wanted. They were on their way home by 8:30PM. 

Rhys pulled over in front of Feyre’s house and parked his car in her driveway like she told him to. They both walked slowly towards Feyre’s front door, trying to make the date last as long as possible. They both stopped in front of her door and faced each other silently. Neither of them wanted to be the one to end the date. 

Feyre leaned in after five minutes of just standing there and kissed his cheeks softly. When she pulled away, his cheeks were reddening causing Feyre to laugh.

“Thank you for tonight, Rhys. I’ve never been on a date like that before.”

Rhysand grinned, his heart swelling from joy.

“Would you go on another with me this Friday?” 

Feyre agreed immediately, kissing his cheek again.

“Goodnight, Rhys.”

“Goodnight, Feyre.” He said wih a smile on his face. She walked inside and gave him one last smile before shutting the door. 

Rhys walked just like before towards his car, as slow as possible. He didn’t want to go home. Honestly, he wanted to spend more time with her. But he couldn’t demand that of her. He wanted her to have her own space too.

Just as he was about to open his car door, he heard Feyre’s door open again. He turned around to see Feyre looking left and right before spotting him. She quickly rushed down the stairs of her front porch and towards him. She grabbed him by the collars of his shirt and kissed him like he was about to leave her for a long time. Rhys’s hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. His thumbs stroked her waist softly as they kissed, their mouth opens and tongues fighting against each other. They pulled away minutes later with their foreheads against each others. Both of them were panting, still in a daze.

Feyre laughed quietly to herself before pecking Rhys’s lips one last time. His eyes were wide in shock and his mouth was slightly parted afterwards.

“Would you like to come inside, Rhys?”

Rhys laughed at her sentence, “What was that before though?”

“I couldn’t bear to end the date without a kiss. And I didn’t want it to end so soon. So, would you like to come inside?”

Rhys nodded, “Definitely. But after this.”

He dipped her low and kissed her lips once again. Feyre laughed against his lips before kissing him back, her hands sliding up to his hair and pushing his head closer.

The date couldn’t have ended better for both of them.