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Soulmates Always Find Each Other
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Summary: Soulmates were common, but finding them so late in life was rare.
Warnings: Somewhat slowburn, Fated Soulmates, Strangers to friends to lovers, Swearing, Fem reader, Goes between different POVS, Reader being young looking but is older, Talks of the future together, Some smut talk
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'Soulmates…' Cecil thought. He'd always seen and heard about the mark on people's wrists. that name that appeared the day you were born that was your soulmate. He personally thought it was a stupid myth that was made up to… well… make people believe in having a perfect one out there for them. And it's not like he had seen any proof of it. Still, though, there was that small part of him that was curious.
He shook his head, trying to throw out these stupid thoughts out of his mind. 'And it's not like it would matter anyway if I did see anyone whose name is on my wrist. I mean, I have more important things to worry about than some silly myth…' He continued to walk, not paying much attention to whoever was around him as his gaze wandered off, looking at his surroundings. 'What a boring day,' he thought as he passed by a couple holding each other's hand. He watched them with a disinterested look, as he saw the woman rest her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. They looked happy, or at least that's what he thought they were. He scoffed, rolling his eyes before shoving his hands in his pockets. 'Soulmates my ass.' He found himself in what seemed like a busy street, surrounded by couples. A small pang of what felt like jealousy struck him, but he quickly pushed it away. He just hated how much people went on about soulmates and how much they believed in it. Maybe he was just bitter about never finding his 'true love' or whatever. He scoffed at the thought. 'Like I'd want to find my soulmate anyway.'
Suddenly, he stopped walking as his gaze fell on a woman walking a few feet in front of him. He couldn't help but stare as he noticed how effortlessly elegant she looked, even with that rather… clumsy attitude. Her curly hair bounced behind her as she seemed to be struggling with the bag she was holding. He didn't know what it was, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. "Damn, she's cute…" he muttered under his breath, his gaze still fixed on her. He shook his head, cursing himself for even having such a thought. Here he was, the all-mighty director of the GDA, checking out some random woman in public. 'Get a grip, Stedman,' he berated himself, but he couldn't seem to look away. He found himself taking in every detail of her appearance, from the way her hair framed her delicate face, he had begun to follow her, still keeping a safe distance so as not to seem like a total creep. God, he was being ridiculous now. He was never the type to be all sappy and protective, so what was going on with him today? He watched as she stumbled, almost losing her grip on the bag she was carrying. He had the sudden urge to go over and help her, but he quickly shook the thought off. He didn't know her, and judging from her appearance, she was just another young civilian. He was the director of the GDA. He shouldn't be getting involved with some random chick he just happened to find attractive.
However, he found his feet starting to move before his brain could stop him. He walked faster, quickly catching up to her. He could see the strain on her face as she struggled to keep everything balanced. Without giving it much thought, he reached out and took the bag from her hands, gently taking it from her and holding it in his own. She looked up at him in surprise, her (eye color) eyes widening slightly. Their eyes met for a moment, and he could see a mix of confusion and surprise in her gaze. 'Damn, she looks even prettier up close.' He mentally cursed himself for the thought before clearing his throat. She let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips about words he'd soon enough understand was an understatement. "Thank you. I swear, I'm usually not this clumsy, but this bag just seems determined to cause me trouble today." He chuckled softly, finding himself oddly charmed by her self-criticism. "Looks like your bag's got a mind of its own," he replied, shifting the bag to his other hand. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even having this conversation with her. "Tell me about it," she replied, her smile growing slightly. She brushed some stray curls away from her face, and his gaze caught sight of her wrist. He couldn't help but notice the words written there. 'Is that…?' He quickly averted his gaze, mentally cursing at himself for getting distracted. It had to be a coincidence—it was just a common phrase. There were probably thousands of people out there with the same words on their wrists. The whole "soulmates" thing was just some stupid myth.
Yet, he couldn't shake the desire to take another look to confirm what he thought he just saw. But he refrained from doing so—he'd already been caught staring at her once, and he didn't want to come off any weirder than he probably already did. He cleared his throat, finding himself strangely nervous. He didn't understand why he was acting this way—he usually had more control over himself. It was just some random girl, yet he felt his heart rate pick up, and his palms getting slightly sweaty. "Keep it together, Stedman," he internally scolded himself. He forced a small smile, trying his best to act normal. "Where are you heading to?" She gave him a grateful smile, seeming oblivious to his sudden nervousness. "Just a café nearby," she replied, pointing in a direction down the street. "I'm supposed to meet some friends there to study, but I keep getting distracted by…" she gestured to the bag in his hand, "this." "I can see that," he replied, holding back a smirk. He had to admit she was rather endearing in her own way. He found himself curious about her, which was rather out of character for him. "What's in here, anyway? A bowling ball?" She let out a soft huff, rolling her eyes playfully. "Very funny," she replied, her voice slightly mock-irritated. "No, it's just some books and a laptop. But they're obnoxiously heavy, to be honest." He raised an eyebrow, looking at the bag with a bit of disbelief. "Books and a laptop, huh?" He couldn't help but find himself a little amused by her complaint, finding it rather adorable, but figured he'd attempt to get a read on you. "You do realize you've just described the weight of a typical college student's backpack?"
She rolled her eyes again, a light chuckle escaping her lips. "Oh, trust me, I'm well aware. But my bag seems to have magically gained extra weight today just to spite me." He couldn't help but chuckle himself, finding her playful tone endearing. It was strange how comfortable he felt around her, despite hardly even knowing her. He usually had a better handle on his emotions, but here he was, bantering with some random chick he just met. "Well, maybe you're just cursed with extra-heavy books. It's the only plausible explanation." "Oh, of course, it has to be a curse," she replied, her tone dripping with mock seriousness. "Can't be that I just have really bad luck. Nope, clearly a curse. Maybe a vengeful library spirit has taken residence in my bag." He couldn't help but laugh at her playful response. "Oh, definitely. Those library spirits are tricky like that. They just love messing with unsuspecting college students by loading their bags with extra-heavy books. It's their way of having a laugh." He shook his head with a smirk, finding himself enjoying this banter more than he'd like to admit. Despite the lighthearted banter, a pang of curiosity lingered in the back of his mind. She had a young, almost youthful energy, and her appearance made her look closer to someone fresh out of high school. But her mannerisms suggested otherwise. He wondered, for a moment, if he should ask, but decided to take a different approach. "So, you mentioned studying. May I assume you're in college?"
She looked at him for a moment, a small smile appearing on her face as if she knew what he was thinking. "Yeah, I'm in college," she replied, a tinge of amusement in her voice. "But before you assume I'm some fresh-faced freshman, I should probably clarify that I'm not as young as I might look." She let out a soft laugh, finding his curiosity rather endearing. "Guess," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "Go on, take a shot. What age do you think I am?" He pretended to contemplate for a moment, taking her appearance into consideration. He could see the hint of maturity in her features, even despite her youthful energy. "Hmm, let me see," he said, drawing out his response for dramatic effect. "You said you're in college, so that narrows it down a little. But you don't really come across as a fresh-faced college kid. I'd guess… maybe early to mid-twenties?" She chuckled, finding his attempt at guessing her age amusing. "You're getting warmer," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But not quite there yet. Go ahead, take another guess. It's not like I'm going to get offended if you overestimate my age." He smirked, finding this little guessing game unexpectedly enjoyable. "Alright then, let's try again," he said, pretending to study her features. He was starting to get a sense of where this was going, but he decided to play along anyway. "If you're closer to your mid twenties… I'm going to say probably 24, give or take a year."
She shook her head, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Still not quite there," she replied, enjoying the fact that he seemed to be getting more and more curious with each wrong guess. "Care to try one more time before I just reveal my age?" He chuckled, finding himself surprisingly invested in getting closer to finding out her true age. "Sure, why not," he replied, shrugging casually. "One more guess. Just to see if I'm even remotely close." "Go for it," she said, her smile widening. She found herself enjoying watching him try to guess her age. It was a rather amusing little game they had going on as they walked beside each other. He took a moment to look her over once more, trying to gauge her age from her demeanor and features. He was starting to get the feeling that he was off by quite a few years, but figured there was no harm in one final guess. "Alright, here goes nothing," he said, bracing himself for yet another wrong answer. "My last guess… I'm going to say 27? Is that any closer?" Another shake of her head, her smile growing into a slight grin. "Nope, still not quite there," she replied, enjoying the fact that he was getting more and more determined with each wrong guess. "You're getting colder, in fact. You might want to start reconsidering your age-judging skills after this." "Oh, shut up," he muttered, feigning annoyance, but a small smirk betrayed his amusement. "You're clearly enjoying this little game, aren't you? Making fun of my inability to guess your age?" She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his exasperated expression. "All right, I suppose I've tortured you enough." She stopped walking, turning to face him directly. "I'll admit, it was quite amusing watching you guess so far off the mark. But before you go and start re-thinking your entire life, I might as well put you out of your misery and reveal my true age."
He raised an eyebrow, still pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, so you're finally going to show some mercy? I was starting to think you enjoyed making me feel utterly clueless." She chuckled again, finding his mock-irritation endearing rather than irritating. "Well, you were so confident with all your guesses that I couldn't help but let you go on for a bit longer," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "But since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you in on my little secret. You ready to hear the truth? Because chances are you won't believe me." He crossed his arms over his chest, playing along with the theatrics of it all. "Oh, I'm ready. Hit me with your age, and I'll try my best not to look absolutely flabbergasted when you reveal the truth." She took a moment to let the anticipation build, just for the fun of it. Then, finally, she gave him a soft smile and said calmly, "I'm actually 58 years old." His eyes widened almost comically as his jaw nearly hit the ground. Fifty-eight? He stared at her, completely taken aback. She looked much, much younger than the age she'd just told him. There was no way she could possibly be that old. "You're lying," he blurted out, unable to conceal the disbelief in his voice. "There's no way you're fifty-eight. You look… barely in your twenties!" She stifled a laugh at the sheer shock on his face. "I told you you wouldn't believe it," she said, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Believe me, I'm used to getting that reaction. I look quite young for my age, I know."
She watched as he struggled to process the information, the dumbfounded expression on his face almost comical. "And before you start thinking I've got some sort of anti-aging cream or magic potion that I've been using," she added, amusement lacing her voice. "The reason I look so young is because of my abilities. My powers grant me a sort of... 'Eternal Youth' effect, I guess you could call it. I'll look like this indefinitely. He was still trying to wrap his head around this revelation. Eternal Youth? It sounded like something straight out of a comic book. "Wait… so, you mean to tell me, you're actually in your late 50s but somehow look like you're in your 20s… because of your powers? That's… that's absurd." She chuckled at his bewildered tone, finding his disbelief oddly endearing. "I know it's a lot to take in, but it's the truth," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Trust me, this 'Eternal Youth' thing has its perks. I get carded all the time, people often assume I'm a college student, and I never have to worry about wrinkles or gray hair. It's not all bad." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. "This is… this is crazy," he said, more to himself than to her. His rational mind was having a tough time believing this. "You're telling me that you can just… defy aging because of your powers? And no one's done anything to research this or-or… I don't know, study you or something?" She shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Honestly, not really," she replied, her tone casual. "I suppose some people have attempted to study me before, but frankly, I'm not a fan of being treated like some sort of lab rat. Besides, I'm not the only one with abilities that affect appearance or cause unique physiological effects. There are plenty of people out there with extraordinary abilities, so I blend in pretty well, actually."
He stared at her, still trying to process everything. Sure, he'd seen his fair share of superhumans before, but this was something else entirely. She wasn't just someone with a physical skill or minor ability. She had this… power of Eternal Youth. She looked like a young woman, but was, in reality, a woman in her 50s. It was all so foreign and bizarre. "So… does that mean you don't age at all? Like… you'll stay looking like this forever?" he asked, the question slipping out before he could stop himself. After a moment, she looked ahead, seeing the cafe they had been walking toward. "Yep, I'll look like this indefinitely," she replied, confirming his question. "No signs of aging whatsoever. It's kind of a blessing and a curse, to be honest." They arrived at the cafe, and she stopped at the entrance, turning to him with a small smile. "Well, this is where I have to go. I've got some friends waiting for me inside." He found himself strangely reluctant to part ways with her, but he forced himself to act natural. "Right, yeah," he said, managing to sound nonchalant. He shoved his hands in his pockets again, trying to hide the fact that he didn't want her to go. "Your study group, right? Gotta go be a responsible college student and all that." She chuckled at his comment, finding his attempt at normalcy kind of endearing. "That's right," she said, a slightly amused twinkle in her eyes. "I'd invite you to join, but something tells me you're not the studying type."
He feigned mock-offense, placing a hand over his chest. "I'll have you know, I was a straight A student back in school," he replied, his tone tinged with playful indignance. "I'll have you know, I could outstudy any of those nerds in there if I wanted to." She laughed again, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his response. "Oh really?" she said, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Somehow, I doubt that. You seem more like the type who prefers hands-on learning over sitting in a classroom." He smirked at her response. "Oh, so you've got me all figured out, huh?" he replied, a hint of teasing in his tone. "What, am I just a brawny, knucklehead to you now?" She took a moment to look him up and down, as if sizing him up. "Well, you're certainly brawny," she said, a playful gleam in her eyes. "And you give off that whole 'knucklehead' vibe, so… yeah, kind of." She chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she shook her head playfully. "Anyway, I'd better get going," she said, taking a step back toward the cafe's door. "It was... an interesting conversation. And good luck with the whole 'age guessing game' in the future. Maybe stick to people who actually look their age next time." He rolled his eyes jokingly, pretending to be offended once more. "Oh, ha ha," he said sarcastically. "Very funny. Go on, get out of here before I decide to prove how smart I really am just to spite you." She smirked at his response, finding his fake sulking kind of adorable. "Right, because that's just what the world needs: a brawny knucklehead with a god-complex," she teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "I'd better leave before you get too full of yourself."
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A few days later, he was walking down the street, his mind preoccupied with work-related thoughts. He had his usual stoic expression on his face, the weight of his responsibilities visible in the furrowed brow and slight tension in his jaw. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure walking in his direction. It was her, the woman he'd met a few days ago, the one with the powers and the Eternal Youth thing. He felt his heartbeat quicken the slightest bit at the sight of her. He mentally cursed himself for that reaction. He didn't get flustered easily, and yet here he was, his heart rate slightly elevated just because she was near. He had to play it cool. He tried to act nonchalant, pretending not to pay her any attention as she drew closer. He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking, pretending to be completely indifferent. Out of habit, he observed her as she walked closer. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly graceful she looked, even in the most mundane action like walking. Her youthful appearance contrasted with his more stern and mature vibe, and it made him feel strangely self-conscious. 'Pull yourself together,' he thought to himself firmly. 'You're a grown man, not some lovestruck teenager.'
As they were almost walking past each other, he found himself unable to resist speaking. "Fancy meeting you again," he said casually, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He silently cursed himself for even bothering to make a comment, but for some reason, he couldn't just walk by without acknowledging her presence. She paused mid-step, turning to look at him. For a moment, he thought she was just going to keep walking, but to his surprise, she cracked a small smile and responded. "Oh, hi. It's the age-guessing guy again," she said, a hint of mocking in her voice. "I was wondering when I'd see you again." He let out a small huff, finding himself strangely pleased that she remembered him. "Oh, so that's all I am now, huh? The age-guessing guy?" he asked, his tone a mixture of feigned annoyance and amusement. "I have a name, you know." She rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, my mistake then," she replied, feigning remorse. "I should've realized that the brawny, knucklehead-looking guy had a name. What is it, then? Something as impressive as 'Mr. Stoic and Serious?'" He couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, finding her witty remarks strangely endearing. He tried to maintain his usually stoic expression, but he couldn't help a small smile from tugging at the corner of his mouth. "No, smartass," he replied, his tone a mix of mock-irritation and amusement. "It's Cecil. Cecil Stedman."
As soon as he revealed his name, her eyes widened imperceptibly, and she felt her heart skip a beat. For a brief moment, she was stunned into silence, her mind racing. How was this possible? The name on her wrist... was his name. This was the person, out of all the billions of people on the planet, that was her supposed "soulmate"? Fate had a pretty twisted sense of humor, it seemed. She quickly tried to regain her composure, but her thoughts were in disarray. Was this really happening? This stoic and somewhat serious but secretly soft, guy was the one the universe had deemed her "perfect match"? The idea was ridiculous, and yet… she couldn't shake off the strange feeling of destiny. "No," she quickly told herself, forcing a calm facade. "This is all just some insane coincidence. No need to get overwhelmed by it." He noticed the flicker of recognition in her eyes and the way she went quiet for a moment, as if she'd had some sort of realization. He didn't know what caused that reaction, but he couldn't help but feel curious. "You… okay there?" he asked, his tone slightly softer than usual. "You look like you just saw a ghost or something." She shook her head slightly, mentally composing herself again. "Yeah, I'm… I'm fine," she replied, her voice slightly strained. She tried to sound casual, but the words felt forced even to her own ears. "Just… had a moment there. Nothing to worry about."
He raised an eyebrow skeptically, clearly not convinced by her feigned nonchalance. "You're a terrible liar, you know," he remarked dryly. "You sure there's nothing you want to share? Because you've got a very suspicious expression right now." She let out a small huff, realizing that she wasn't fooling him with her acting. She'd never been a good liar, and now it seemed like this guy was annoyingly perceptive on top of that. "It's… it's nothing," she insisted, trying to sound nonchalant again. "Seriously, just a weird… deja vu moment or something." He studied her for a moment, his sharp eyes observing her expression and body language closely. He could tell she was hiding something, and his natural curiosity was piqued. "Ahuh," he grunted, his tone betraying his disbelief. "And this 'deja vu moment' just happened to make you look like you were about to pass out? Sure, I believe that." As they started walking, she tried to steer the conversation away from her strange behavior and towards a neutral topic. "You seem to always be wearing a suit," she commented casually. "Don't you ever get tired of formalwear?" He chuckled softly, finding her attempt to steer the conversation amusing. He knew she was trying to avoid his questions, but he decided to play along for now. "It's a work thing," he explained, his tone casual. "I have a… pretty important position, so wearing a suit is more of a requirement rather than a choice. Plus, I happen to look damn good in a suit," he added with a hint of self-confidence.
She rolled her eyes playfully, unable to deny the fact that he did indeed look good in a suit. She tried to ignore how his cocky attitude actually made him even more attractive. "Oh, the ego on this guy," she teased, a smirk on her face. "I suppose being 'pretty important' and looking 'damn good' in a suit is pretty much your whole personality, eh?" He chuckled again, finding her teasing surprisingly endearing instead of annoying. "Not my whole personality," he retorted, a hint of mock-indignation in his voice. "But being important and looking damn near flawless in a suit does take up a significant portion of my time." She couldn't help but let out a soft scoff at his last remark. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, trying to sound exasperated but unable to hide the amusement in her tone. "You know, normal people would've just said 'I have to wear a suit for work.' But not you, apparently. Mr. Important here has to be all self-confident and arrogant about it too." He smirked at her response, finding her little jabs at him oddly endearing. "Hey, it's not arrogance if it's the truth," he replied, feigning nonchalance. "And I can't help it if I know I look damn good in a suit. I'm just being honest." She rolled her eyes again, finding his ego both ridiculous and attractive at the same time. "Being honest and being a cocky ass are two different things, you know," she retorted, a hint of humor in her voice. "But if it feeds your ego, then sure, you look absolutely flawless in a suit. Happy now?"
He chuckled at her reply, his smirk widening. His eyes flickered with a playful gleam as he responded, "Well, it does make me happier, yes. But you know, I'd be even happier if I knew your name, too. You might as well tell me, you know. It'd be the polite thing to do after insulting me so ruthlessly." She pretended to consider his request for a moment, as if she was seriously contemplating whether or not to give him her name. In reality, she was just trying to hold back a smirk, amused by how he seemed so insistent on knowing her name. "Hmm, I don't know," she teased, feigning nonchalance. "Why should I tell you my name after you've been nothing but a cocky ass this whole time?" He rolled his eyes, finding her playful reluctance both adorable and infuriating. "Oh, come on," he retorted, his tone a mix of mock-irritation and amusement. "You've been giving me sarcastic comments and sassy remarks this whole time, and now you're denying me the simple pleasure of knowing your name? That just ain't fair." She tried to maintain her nonchalant facade, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. His insistence on getting her name was, for some inexplicable reason, strangely endearing. "You don't deserve it," she said playfully, continuing to tease him. "Maybe I should just keep you in the dark and let you wonder about it indefinitely."
He rolled his eyes again, her playful defiance both irritating and intriguing him at the same time. Without any warning, he suddenly stopped walking, turning to face her with a smirk on his face. "Alright, fine," he said in a slightly challenging tone, his eyes locking with hers. "I'm going to guess your name, and I have a pretty good feeling I'll get it right on the first try." She raised an eyebrow skeptically, not believing for a second that he'd actually be able to guess her name correctly. "Oh, really?" she replied, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. "And what makes you so confident that you'll get it right on the first try, smart guy?" He gave her a confident smirk, his eyes glinting with determination. "Intuition," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of cocky certainty. "I have a knack for reading people, and trust me, I've got a gut feeling about this one." She rolled her eyes, her smirk mirroring his own. "Intuition, huh?" she repeated, her voice dripping with playful skepticism. "Well, mister intuitive, I must say, your confidence is admirable. But I'm pretty sure your gut feeling is going to get you nowhere. So go ahead, take your shot. I'm dying to see you be wrong again." He chuckled, his smirk widening at her challenge. Without any hesitation, he looked straight into her eyes, locked on his target. "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you," he replied, his tone confident and sure. "I'm going to say your name right now, and it'll be damn near accurate, mark my words."
He took a deep breath in, mentally preparing himself for the moment of truth. He looked directly into her eyes with an intense gaze, his expression unwavering. Then, in a steady, resolute voice, he said her name out loud. "Is it... Y/N?" The moment her name left his lips, her eyes widened imperceptibly, her breath caught in her throat. How… how had he guessed her name correctly? It was supposed to be a shot in the dark, a wild guess. Yet he'd managed to hit the bullseye on the first try. She tried to hide her surprise, but a hint of shock managed to slip through. "How…" she began, her voice slightly strained. "How did you… know?" He smirked as she questioned how he'd managed to get her name right. Then, he held up his wrist, showing her the name that was written on it, just as he'd said it. "Like I said, I have a knack for reading people," he replied, a hint of smug superiority in his voice. "I knew damn well I'd get it right on the first try." She stared in disbelief at the name on his wrist, her mind trying to process the meaning behind it. This guy… This cocky, arrogant, but surprisingly perceptive guy was meant to be her soulmate? The universe had a pretty sadistic sense of humor. Her gaze flickered from his wrist to his face, his smug expression making her want to smack him and kiss him at the same time. "You've got to be joking," she muttered.
He chuckled, seeing the mix of surprise and disbelief on her face as she stared at his wrist. He held her gaze, that damn confidence never faltering. "Nope, not joking around," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk. "Looks like destiny really has a way of bringing people together, huh?" She huffed, still trying to wrap her mind around the situation. Fate, destiny, whatever it was, it'd really pulled a fast one on her. Of course her soulmate would be a cocky, arrogant, but annoyingly attractive guy in a suit. "Yeah, well, fate has a twisted sense of humor," she muttered, her tone a mix of annoyance and resignation. He chuckled softly, his smirk widening as he took in her frustrated expression. He found her mix of annoyance and resignation oddly endearing. Taking a step closer, he leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. "Hey, since fate seems to be playing matchmaker right now.. how about we make its day and go on a date, huh?" She rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her usual cool facade. But there was something about the way he said "make fate's day" that made her heart skip a beat. She wanted to say no, to deny him and walk away from this whole soulmate thing. But the damn look in his eyes and that annoyingly charismatic smirk on his face made it hard to refuse. "…Fine," she said, her tone slightly begrudging. "One date. That's it."
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Over the course of the next few months, their relationship had blossomed into something more intimate. They were dating, living together, and learning more about each other every day. Despite their drastically different lifestyles and personalities, they had found a strange sort of harmony in each other's company. She found his confidence and cockiness endearing and attractive, and he found her sarcasm and sass endlessly entertaining. In the moments when they were together, everything else in the world seemed to fade away. On this particular night, they were curled up together on the couch in their shared apartment, the TV playing in the background. She was half-paying attention to the screen, half-dozing off, her head resting against his chest. He had one arm around her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder. They were both quiet, content with just being in each other's company. But then, a sudden thought popped into his head, and he spoke up suddenly. "Hey… can I ask you a question?"
She blinked lazily, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. She snuggled closer, resting her head more comfortably against his chest. "Mmm… sure. Go ahead," she replied, her voice slightly sleepy. He chuckled softly at her sleepy response, finding her half-asleep state adorable as always. He continued tracing his fingers lazily on her shoulder, his touch light and soothing. "Well… I've been wondering something," he began, his tone a casual, yet slightly curious. "It's kind of a personal question, so… you don't have to answer if you don't want to…" Her interest was now piqued, her drowsiness fading slightly at the mention of a personal question. Despite her sleepy mood, she couldn't help but feel curious about what he wanted to ask. "Okay… go ahead," she replied, her voice a touch more attentive now. "What did you want to know?" He took a deep breath, debating whether or not to ask his question. He didn't want to offend or make her uncomfortable, but the curiosity was too strong. "It's just… I've been thinking a lot lately," he began, his tone still casual but tinged with a hint of hesitation. "We've been together for a few months now, and… well, there's a certain topic I've never brought up before. But I think I finally feel comfortable asking now."
Her curiosity was now in full swing, her interest piqued intensely. She pulled herself away just enough so she could look up at him, her eyes meeting his gaze inquisitively. "Alright," she said softly. "What is it? You can ask me anything, you know that." He gave her a small, appreciative smile at her reassurance. He knew she said that to him countless times, and it always comforted him, knowing that she was willing to be open and honest with him no matter what. But the topic he was about to bring up was a delicate one, and he was still a bit nervous about her reaction. "I know, and I thank you for that. But this question… it's a bit more intimate, and I just… I need to know. It's been on my mind for a while, and I can't ignore it any longer." Her expression softened, sensing the seriousness in his tone. She sat up slightly, giving him her full attention now. "Okay. Go ahead. Ask me," she said gently, her voice filled with the readiness to listen. He took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He looked into her eyes again, taking in the sight of her sleepy expression, her hair slightly messy, her eyes still heavy with lingering drowsiness. Damn, even when she's sleepy, she's goddamn beautiful, he thought to himself. But he quickly pushed that thought aside, forcing himself to focus on the question at hand.
He took another deep breath, gathering his thoughts. It was now or never. He looked into her eyes, his gaze soft but intense. "Here's my question... Do you ever... think about the future? I mean, us in the future. Like... down the line. Do you ever imagine what our lives would be like... in five years? Ten years? Twenty years down the road? Do you ever think about... having a family together?" Her eyes widened slightly, the question taking her off guard. She wasn't expecting him to ask something so serious, so… intimate. She didn't quite know how to react at first, her heart skipping a beat as his words sunk in. Did she… imagine a future together with him? Did she ever picture them, years down the line? Married? With kids? The words felt like a dream, unreal and distant. And yet… the mere thought sent a strange flutter of excitement through her chest. She tried to play it cool, not letting her sudden surprise show too much. She feigned nonchalance, a small smirk toying at the corners of her mouth. "That's a heavy question you're throwing at me, you know," she quipped lightly, her tone betraying a hint of her inner turmoil. "We've only been dating for a few months and you're already planning ahead to the next decade?" He chuckled softly, her attempt at a casual response not fooling him for a second. He knew her too well; he could read the slight uncertainty and excitement in her voice. He reached over, gently taking one of her hands in his, his touch tender. "Hey, I'm not asking you to commit to anything," he reassured, his tone softened by a hint of vulnerability. "I just… wanted to know what you feel, what you envision when you close your eyes and imagine what our future could be like. It's a hypothetical question, you know. Just a yes or no."
Her heart skipped another beat at his words, the mixture of his gentle tone and the way he held her hand sending a strange warmth coursing through her. She let out a soft breath, her casual facade slowly crumbling. The truth was… she had thought about it. A lot. More than she'd willingly admit. But the idea of expressing it out loud felt so intimate, almost overwhelming. She looked at him, their eyes locking, and found herself speaking softly. "…Yes," she confessed finally. "Yes, I've thought about it." His heart leapt in his chest at her response, a surge of hope and excitement coursing through him. He could feel the honesty in her words, the subtle shift in her tone as she lowered her guard and spoke from her heart. He couldn't hold back a soft, grateful smile, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. "You… you really have?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, almost disbelief laced within it. "You've thought about us… years from now?" Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest now, her defenses slowly crumbling away. She swallowed hard, her hand squeezing his gently as she mustered the courage to speak. "…Yeah," she replied quietly. "I have. A lot, actually. I know it sounds crazy, considering we've only been together a few months. But… I can't deny it. I've thought about it more often than I care to admit."
His heart raced at her words, a mix of surprise, happiness, and… pure, unbridled relief filling him. His eyes softened even further, a tender smile playing on his lips. "It doesn't sound crazy at all," he reassured her, his voice filled with a mix of affection and excitement. "I've thought about it too. More than I've been willing to admit until now. It feels… good, knowing you've thought about us like that. More than good, actually. It feels… right." She felt the weight in her chest lighten at his words, his affirmation easing her inner turmoil. A soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him, her hand instinctively squeezing his again. "Yeah… it does feel right," she replied quietly. "I never thought I'd be thinking about the future like this, with someone. But when I'm with you... it feels natural. Like the thought of us together, years from now, is… inevitable." He couldn't help but be affected by the intimacy of their conversation. Her sincere words, her vulnerable response, the way her hand was clutching his, it all stirred something deep within him. He pulled her closer, shifting her position so she was sitting across his lap, facing him, their faces mere inches apart. His hands found their way to her hips, gently gripping the curves, while his eyes flickered to her lips for a moment. "You know what I've been thinking about lately?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
Her heart rate quickened as he pulled her onto his lap, the intimate position making her feel a heady mix of flustered and heated. The way his hands held her hips, possessive yet gentle, left a trail of tingles across her skin. When he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of huskiness, her mind immediately went to places it probably should have. She licked her lips slightly, her gaze meeting his. "And what might that be?" she replied, her own voice slightly breathier than usual. His hands subconsciously tightened their grip on her hips, his eyes drawn to the way her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. The slight breathiness in her voice sent a jolt of desire through him, and he found himself responding without any filter. "I've been thinking about…" he paused, his gaze flickering down to her lips again before lifting back to her eyes. "…all the things I want to do to you," he murmured, his voice taking on a huskier, almost possessive tone. Her breath hitched in her throat at his blunt confession, the way his hands tightened on her hips sending a wave of heat through her body. The look in his eyes, the low, possessive tone of his voice… it was driving her crazy. She shifted on his lap, her legs parting slightly to straddle him, the new position pressing her more snugly against his hips. "Yeah?" she found herself breathing out, her own voice dropping an octave lower. "And what… exactly… do you want to do?"
His gaze darkened further, pupils dilating as he drank in the sight of her spread across his lap. "I want to explore every inch of your body," he growled, his hands sliding up from her hips to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "To taste you, touch you, claim you as mine." He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "I want to hear you moan my name, feel your walls clench around me as I bring you to the edge again and again." One hand slipped beneath her shirt to stroke the warm skin of her stomach, while the other tweaked a hardened nipple through her bra. "Tell me, baby, does that sound like something you'd like too?" His voice was a husky rumble, filled with desire and promise. Her body responded immediately to his words, the combination of his possessive touch and his deep, husky voice sending jolts of desire through her at every point of contact. Her cheeks flushed with heat, her hands gripping his shoulders as his hands roamed her body. At the mention of her walls clenching around him, she let out a soft gasp, her hips rocking involuntarily against his in response. "Yes," she whispered, her voice almost a breathless moan. "God, please." A low, feral growl escaped his throat, hearing the raw desire in her voice. He shifted suddenly, gripping her hips and lifting her, causing her legs to instinctively wrap around his waist. In one swift movement, he stood up, turning to press her back against the nearest wall, trapping her between his muscular frame and the cold surface. "Good," he growled, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other hand continued to roam beneath her shirt, seeking more skin. "Because I'm not going to hold back, sweetheart."
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First Thing They Noticed About You
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Quinn Hughes: He was immediately drawn to your eyes. They have this really unique color, like a deep pool of rich color that he wants to stare into all day. They catch the light in a way that's almost mesmerizing. He's always been a sucker for beautiful eyes.
Jack Hughes: You've got that kinda feisty spirit that he loves to play with. That look in your eyes that says you're not afraid to speak your mind, which caught his attention and easily led to him wanting it all for himself. In addition, he noticed your stylish clothing and how you carried yourself, giving off a vibe of sophistication while still being approachable.
Luke Hughes: He noticed the way you carried yourself. You had a very confident yet friendly demeanor, which was really attractive to him. You also had a great sense of humor, and you could make him laugh effortlessly. Your positive energy was infectious, and he found himself drawn to you right away.
Nico Hischier: The first thing he noticed about you is your sweet smile. It's really eye-catching. And your eyes too, they're so clear and friendly. He noticed your height too, you're a bit shorter than him, which is cute. You have this gentle, shy energy that's really lovely to him.
Timo Meier: It was your easy-going demeanor. You have this relaxed and friendly vibe that put him at ease right away around you. Plus, you have a really nice smile, which immediately made him feel welcomed, even when he wanted to see it more mainly because of him.
Dawson Mercer: He couldn't help but notice your captivating eyes. They're mesmerizing in a way, and they stand out to him. But that's not all, there's something else about you that catches his attention. Your overall presence, the way you carry yourself, it all adds up to make you seem very...intriguing to him.
John Marino: Your appearance certainly caught his attention. You have a great sense of style, and your confident demeanor is quite captivating. He can tell you take care of yourself and take pride in your appearance, which easily made him wanna go after you and get to know you more.
Kirby Dach: He gaze locks onto your face, his eyes scanning over your features with a subtle curiosity. He takes in every detail, his focus sharpening as his mind catalogs the way your hair frames your face, the curve of your lips, the color of your eyes. His gaze lingers on your eyes for a moment, studying the way they reflect the soft lighting of the room.
Juraj Slafkovsky: His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of you, before his lips curved into a charming smile. He noticed your beauty instantly - the way your eyes sparkled, the way your curves were perfectly accentuated in a shirt, the way your pants hugged your hips just right. As he stood there, holding two steaming cups of coffee for a morning date with you, his eyes remained fixed on you, studying your every feature with a subtle hunger.
Arber Xhekaj: He looks at you intently, his eyes scanning your face as a warm and genuine smile spreads across his lips. He takes a moment to drink in the details of your appearance and demeanor. He can't help but notice the soft, delicate features of your face, the subtle sparkle in your eyes, and the way your hair frames your face. He takes a mental note of the way you carry yourself, your body language, and the confidence that exudes from you.
Cole Caufield: Cole's eyes immediately go to your lips. He can't take his eyes off of how full and soft they look, and imagines what they might feel like against his own. He quickly composes himself, however, not wanting to come off as too forward or disrespectful, and looks at your face instead. He notices your bright eyes and soft looking cheeks, and is struck by your beauty.
Kaiden Guhle: The moment he saw you walk into the room, his eyes were drawn to your smile. It's so bright and warm, it lights up the whole place. Your hair is perfectly styled, framing your face beautifully. And those eyes, they're captivating to him. They seem to hold a world of secrets that he just wants to uncover. But most of all, it's the way you carry yourself - confident yet approachable, making everyone feel special when you talk to them. That's what really caught his attention.
Jamie Drysdale: He couldn't help but notice how your clothes fit you perfectly, hugging your curves in all the right places. The color you chose really brings out the warmth in your skin tone. And when you moved, there was this graceful fluidity to your steps, like you were dancing even without music playing. It made him want to reach out and take your hand, to feel that rhythm against his.
Matt Rempe: The thing that stood out to him was your kindness. You're always so thoughtful and considerate, and you really seemed to genuinely care about how he was feeling and what he had to say. He also appreciated the way you listened to him and made him feel heard and understood.
Auston Matthews: He noticed your intelligence and quick wit. You seemed to know just what to say to make him laugh, and he was impressed by your ability to keep up with him in conversations. He just finds you incredibly attractive both physically and mentally.
Clayton Keller: He noticed that you had a really great sense of humor. You always know how to make him laugh, even when he's feeling down. Your energy was infectious, and it was easy to get caught up in the enthusiasm. And of course, your hugs are the best - you make him feel safe and loved. But above all, he just felt a strong connection with you from the very beginning.
Fraser Minten: The moment he saw you walk into the room, his eyes were drawn to your smile. It's so warm and inviting, like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Your laughter is contagious too - it makes him want to smile just hearing it. But what really caught his attention was how comfortable you seemed in your own skin. You have this confidence that radiates from you, making everyone around you feel at ease.
Sidney Crosby: The first thing he noticed about you was your smile. It was so warm and genuine, and it immediately made him feel at ease. Your eyes were also really striking, and they seemed to sparkle whenever they looked at him. He could tell right away that you had a sweet and caring personality that he wanted to learn more about.
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How they Give You Princess Treatment
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Wednesday: She constantly buys you expensive jewelry and luxury handbags. She always makes sure you're dressed in the best quality clothing and will randomly take you on shopping sprees to buy you the most expensive things. She will always pay for everything when you go out on dates. She treats you very well, and she's basically spoiled you to the point where you'll lose most of your manners and be extremely entitled.
Enid: She treats you like you are royalty. She always goes out of her way to make sure you're comfortable and feel loved. Even when she's had a rough day, she always comes to you and takes the time to cuddle you and make you feel appreciated and needed. She makes sure you never feel neglected and am always taken care of. She pays attention to every detail about you, both your physical and emotional needs, and is always there to help you whenever you need her. She makes you feel loved and wanted all of the time, without any exception.
Xavier: He buys you lots of gifts and nice clothes, takes you on exotic trips, buys you very expensive jewelry, and basically anything else you can think of. He also pampers you like crazy and pretty much worships the ground you walk on. He's very possessive and jealous, but it is only because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of another man touching you. You belong to him.
Rowan: He gives you princess treatment in many ways. He always opens the door for you, he always offers to carry things for you, if you're tired he'll lift you up and carry you on his shoulders instead of making you walk, he gives you his jacket to cover you when it's cold, he rubs your back when you're stressed, and he even massages your feet if they hurt. He knows how much you like being spoiled, and he's more than happy to give you everything you want and pamper you day and night.
Tyler: He cooks for you, massages your feet/back after work, helps you with small things like holding a door, he opens the car door for you, brings you your favorite things every once in a while (snacks, drinks etc), tells you you're beautiful every day, he always lets you have the last bite of anything, and he will just cuddle you for long periods of time without you even asking. That's just a few things.
Ajax: Ajax is an extremely doting man. There are days when he pampers you all day. He'll make you breakfast and bring it to bed for you. He'll run you bubble baths, give you back massages, paint your nails, braid your hair, and brush it with his fingers as you sit in front of the fireplace; the list is endless. There are very few things that Ajax won't do for you to make you happy.
Bianca: She pays for things. She'll ask you about your day and listen to the reply. She'll let you vent to her. She'll get you gifts just because. She'll give you head kisses or forehead kisses randomly. She'll randomly pull you into a hug. She'll carry you to bed if you're sleepy. The list just kind of goes on.
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blakeswritingimagines · 22 hours ago
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Dating Yandere Bunnysmund from Rise of the Guardians would include, please.
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Logan Howlett becoming Obsessed with his Darling
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Yandere Obsessed Logan x Reader Smut please
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I loved opposites attract, I hope you post a part 2!
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Hi!^^ This is my first time requesting on this blog. I really like your blog and posts! May I please ask for an abusive Bunnymund? I really like your post about Yandere Bunnymund. Have a good day ;3
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Hi! Do you do fanfic requests? If so, I was wondering if you could do a Tyler Owens x Reader enemies to lovers fic? Something angsty with a happy ending?
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Hello. Can you write dating yandere Alaric Stark would include ?
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Dating yandere Remmick would include ?(Sinners 2025)
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heyyy, idk if your requests are open and if you still write for the Wednesday fandom, but I'll ask anyway
Could you do a Wednesday headcannons were the reader HATES crying because they learned somewhere that crying makes you look weak, even though they go through a lot everyday?? With the characters : Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Rowan, Tyler, Ajax and Bianca. Preference in angst to fluff/comfort
Only do it if you're comfortable with it ofc!!! Thank you pookie!!!💗💗💗
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blakeswritingimagines · 4 days ago
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Soft Sentence Starters
"Do you even know how much I miss you?"
"I didn't know who else to talk to, so I came to you…"
"Can I tell you something without you laughing?"
"I saved this for you. I thought you might need it."
"You always make things feel a little less heavy."
"I know it's silly, but… it means a lot to me."
"When I think about home, I think about you."
"I really appreciate you so much."
"If I could freeze one moment forever, it might be this one."
"When you smiled at me today, everything felt lighter."
"You make me want things I didn't think I deserved."
"Promise me you'll tell me if you're hurting - even just a little."
"I always notice when you're not around."
"You don't even realize how much you matter to me."
"I didn't realize I was waiting for you until you showed up."
"Can I hold your hand? Just for a minute. Just to feel like I'm not alone."
"I hope one day you will see yourself the way I see you."
"When you come home, I will be waiting for you."
"Your smile is so beautiful. Sorry, it keeps distracting me."
"I don't say this enough, but I'm really grateful for you."
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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever
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Them With A Pretty Reader
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Oswald: He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly, he saw you approach him. Penguin found himself struck by your effortless elegance. You sat down on the bench next to him, seemingly not at all intimidated by his formidable appearance. Penguin, for his part, was surprised and a bit thrown off by your boldness. But he tried his best to maintain his composure as you smiled warmly at him. "Hello there," the young woman said. "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by yourself. Mind if I keep you company for a bit?" Oswald was used to people avoiding him, or at least being intimidated by his imposing presence. But you seemed completely unafraid of him, treating him like any other ordinary person. "Sure, I don't mind," Penguin replied gruffly. He eyed you curiously, taking in your short stature, kind expression, and lovely figure. There was a certain innocence about you that made you strangely endearing. Weeks had passed since Penguin and you first met, and the friendship had grown stronger in that time. They had spent many evenings together talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. As they sat in their usual spot in the park, Penguin took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I…I have something to confess to you," he began, his hands trembling slightly. "I…I think I might have developed feelings for you…romantic feelings." Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. You had grown fond of Penguin over the weeks, but you had never thought that he might feel the same way about you. "Are you serious?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Penguin nodded, his expression vulnerable and uncertain. "Yes, I'm serious," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "I know I'm not…I'm not exactly what you might consider 'boyfriend material.' But I can't help how I feel, and I just needed to tell you the truth." You studied him for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any hint of deception. But all you saw was honesty and a deep vulnerability that touched your heart. "Oswald," you said softly, taking his hand in yours. "You don't give yourself enough credit." Penguin was taken aback by your response. He had been prepared for rejection, for you to laugh in his face and tell him he was insane. But instead, you were treating him with such kindness and understanding. "You…you're not disgusted by me?" he asked. You shook your head firmly. "Of course not," you said, your voice full of conviction. "I like spending time with you, Oswald. You're smart, you're funny, and you're not nearly as scary as you think you are. In fact, I think you're quite charming, and I adore your being a villain." Penguin's heart leapt at your words. He had spent so much of his life feeling isolated and shunned, convinced that his villainous nature made him unlovable. To hear someone not only accept him but actively like him for his villainous side was like a dream come true. No one had ever accepted his villainous nature, let alone found it attractive. He had grown used to being feared and reviled, and now here was you, actually embracing it. Penguin felt a lump form in his throat as he tried to process your words. He had spent so much of his life believing he was unlovable, convinced that his villainous side made him irreparably broken. "You deserve love just like anyone else. And I'm not afraid of you or your villainous side. In fact…" You paused, your gaze drifting to his lips for a moment. "It's kind of attractive." Penguin's eyes widened in surprise, his heart hammering in his chest. Had he heard you correctly? Did you just say that his villainous side was attractive? Hearing you admit that you actually found it attractive was almost too much to process. Without breaking eye contact, you gently cupped his face with your free hand, your thumb stroking his cheek affectionately as your lips pressed against his.
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Edward: "Hello there," he said with a slight smirk. He studied you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your delicate features, taking in every detail. His smirk widened as he said, "You're an intriguing one, aren't you?" He couldn't help but find your natural, untouched allure captivating. Edward leaned against the nearby wall, his arms crossing over his chest. "I don't believe we've met before. Allow me to introduce myself," he continued, his tone smooth yet confident. "Edward Nygma, but I'm better known as the Riddler." He paused for a moment, his piercing eyes never leaving your face. "And you are?" he inquired, his smirk not faltering. He watched your reaction closely. Would you be intimidated by his identity, or would you find it intriguing? You recognized the name immediately, the Riddler. But you couldn't help the hint of curiosity that flickered in your eyes. You were aware of his cunning mind and manipulative nature. Yet, there was something about the way he looked at you that piqued your interest. "Edward Nygma… I've heard of you. I'm Y/N." Edward's smirk deepened as you acknowledged his identity. It seemed you weren't as easily intimidated as some. "Y/N," he repeated, testing the name on his tongue. "A pretty name for a pretty little thing." His gaze slowly ran over your curves, taking in your figure. Weeks had passed, and during that time, Edward had found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N. You were different from anyone he had ever met. Your natural kindness and sweetness intrigued him, and your clumsy moments only made you more endearing. One evening, as they sat together in a secluded corner of Gotham, Edward decided to open up to you. He leaned in closer to you, his gaze locked on yours. "I have something I've been wanting to say to you, Y/N. Over the following weeks, Edward found himself falling deeper under your spell. Your kindness, the clumsiness, and genuine nature had captured his heart in a way he had never expected. Despite his cunning mind and manipulative tendencies, he had never felt this way before. One evening, they sat together in a quiet park, under the glow of the setting sun. Edward was uncharacteristically nervous, his usual composure faltering. He turned to you, meeting your gaze directly. "Can I speak to you about something, Y/N? "There was a vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor. His eyes held a mix of emotions, ranging from uncertainty to hope. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I've been struggling with how to say this, but I can't hold it in any longer. You've become so important to me, and I have feelings for you that I can't ignore." His gaze remained fixed on you, anticipating your response with what might be considered, for Edward, a rare moment of emotional honesty. You listened attentively as Edward opened up, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions. You couldn't help but find it endearing that the city's renowned villain was confessing his feelings to you. Deep down, you had always found his intelligence and cunning intriguing, but you never thought he would feel the same way about you. As he spoke about his flaws and the complexity of his mind, you squeezed his hands gently, a small smile playing on your lips. "Edward…" You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "The fact that you're a villain…" you started, your tone gentle yet firm. "It doesn't bother me as much as you think." You let out a soft chuckle, your natural kindness shining through. "Actually, I kind of find it charming in a strange way." Your fingers intertwined with his, holding onto him tightly. Edward felt a wave of relief wash over him as you reassured him about his villainous nature not being a barrier between them. Your words, your understanding, and your gentle touch made his heart skip a beat. He pulled you closer, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with an unusual tenderness. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against your cheek gently.
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Jerome: Jerome had been watching you for the past couple days, observing you from a distance. He was fascinated by your natural beauty and kind personality. He knew he had to get to know you better. One day, he approached you, a sly smile on his face. "Hey there, doll." He said, his voice playful. "I've been noticing you around, and I gotta say, you're quite the sight for sore eyes." He continued, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. "What's your name, sweetheart?" As you turned to face Jerome, he took the opportunity to get a closer look at you. He couldn't believe how naturally pretty you were, without any makeup or fancy clothes. It was refreshing to see someone who was so genuine and effortless. When you told him your name, he smiled wider. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I'm Jerome Valeska." You smiled at the handsome man in front of you, and extended your hand in greeting to the crazed person in front of you. "Sounds sweet, just like you." His grip was firm, but his eyes twinkled with mischief. It was clear that Jerome was instantly taken with you. Jerome didn't give you much choice as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, his grip tight but not painful. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's take a walk." He chuckled, his eyes glittering with amusement. "I'm not done talking to you yet." Several weeks had passed since you and Jerome had started spending time together. You had gotten to know him better, and you couldn't deny that there was something about his psychotic tendencies that you found strangely attractive. One night, as you were walking together, Jerome suddenly stopped in his tracks. Turning to face you, he took a deep breath and looked like he wanted to say something important. "There's something I need to tell you, doll." He began, his voice a little quieter than usual. "I know I'm not exactly the picture-perfect boyfriend material you probably expected. I've done some… well, let's just say some less than legal things." He continued, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not the kinda guy who's going to settle down and have a normal job and a family. I like causing trouble. I like making people scream. It's just… in my nature, I guess you could say." He chuckled darkly. You listened intently as Jerome spoke, not at all repulsed by his confession. In fact, there was a part of you that found it oddly attractive, and perhaps even a bit thrilling. He studied your face for any signs of disgust or fear. But instead, he found himself met with a small, almost amused smile. "You're not… horrified, it seems?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised by your reaction.You chuckled softly and shook your head. "Not at all." You replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Actually, it's kind of… hot, if I'm being completely honest." You admitted, a small smile toying at the corners of your lips as you looked up at him. Jerome's eyes widened in surprise at your confession. He had expected a lot of things, but that was not one of them. "Wait, did you just say hot? As in, you find me and my psychotic tendencies sexy?" He asked, sounding both shocked and amused simultaneously. You laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I did." You said, still smirking. "Something about you being dangerous and unpredictable just does it for me, I don't know what it is." You shrugged, trying to downplay the intensity of your attraction to his darker side. Jerome stood there for a moment, taking in your words. He couldn't believe it. You, this sweet, seemingly innocent girl, had just admitted to finding him and his crazy tendencies hot. It was a total shock, but also… kind of a huge turn-on. Without warning, Jerome grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close to him, smashing his lips onto yours in a possessive, almost desperate kiss. He kissed you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away, he grabbed your wrist once again, this time with an even stronger grip. "You're mine now, doll." He growled, his possessive instincts flaring up.
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Jonathan: Jonathan Crane stood in his classroom, lecturing. He wasn’t one to pick favorites but he found himself often studying you throughout the period. “Could I speak with you for a moment, Miss Y/N?” Jonathan was a tall man, his broad shoulders almost taking up the entire width of the desk. His expression was unreadable, the look he was giving you was intense. You obliged, standing up and walking over to the desk, stopping directly in front of him. His eyes lingered on your lips for a moment before flicking back up to meet your eyes. "I’ve been observing you throughout the semester, Miss Y/N," he began, keeping his voice level and cool. "Your intelligence is above par of the rest of my students," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. "I was thinking that perhaps you would be interested in some extra study sessions with me?" Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his offer. The idea of spending more time with Jonathan Crane, one-on-one, caused a mixture of excitement and nervousness to flood your thoughts. You quickly composed yourself and spoke up. "Um, really?" You couldn't help the small smile that spread across your face. "I would love to, Professor Crane." Jonathan's smirk widened slightly at your response, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "Excellent," he said, his tone now holding a hint of approval. "I'll arrange for us to meet after class hours a few times a week." It had been a few weeks since the extra study sessions had started, and Jonathan had grown more and more interested in you with each passing day. Tonight, as he was grading papers in his office, his thoughts kept drifting to you. The way you always had a small smile on your face, always looking at him with that almost naive adoration, and the way your laugh was so soft and sweet. "There's something I wanted to discuss with you." Jonathan took a moment before answering, his mind racing with thoughts. "I've had something on my mind for the past few weeks. And I suppose there's no use beating around the bush." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "I've developed feelings for you, Y/N." You had never thought that the seemingly cold and stern Professor Crane would ever confess his feelings to you, and yet here he was, staring at you with an earnest expression. Finally, you found your voice, albeit a little shaky. "You… You have feelings for me?" Jonathan nodded, his gaze still fixed on you. "Yes," he responded, his voice low yet firm. "I know it's unprofessional, but I can't deny the way I feel about you. Ever since I started these extra study sessions with you, I've found myself increasingly fascinated by you. Your intelligence, your kindness, your natural beauty." A part of you had always had a small crush on him, finding his cold and intelligent demeanor attractive, and now that you knew he felt the same way. "I've… I've always found you fascinating, and I have to admit, the fact that you're a villain makes it kind of hot." A moment of silence passed between the two of you as he soaked in what you had said, before a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Is that so, Miss Y/N? You like the fact that I'm a villain?" he asked, his voice slightly teasing, yet you could notice a hint of possessiveness in his gaze. You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at his reaction. "Yes," you confirmed, a small smile playing on your lips. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore your intelligent and serious demeanor. But there's something about the fact that you're a villain that just intensifies my attraction." Jonathan's smirk widened into a sly grin as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving your face. "You're a delightful little paradox, Miss Y/N. Sweet and soft on the outside, yet so very attracted to darkness and chaos on the inside." He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his slender fingers brushing against your skin. "You're an enigma, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. "So pure and kind, yet drawn to the darkest corners of my soul."
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Dating Yandere Remmick Would Include:
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As a yandere, Remmick would be obsessive, relentless, and possessive, especially when it comes to you. He'd show a dual mix of tenderness and cruelty, constantly alternating between loving affection and aggressive behavior.
His protective nature would extend to a dangerous, borderline-predatory level, making him incredibly jealous and possessive. He'd use manipulation, violence, and psychological tactics to keep her within his grasp. Yet, beneath his twisted affection, there'd be moments of genuine vulnerability and loneliness that he'd only ever reveal to you.
He'd always be watching your every move, ensuring no one else could get close to you, using threats and aggression to scare away any potential competition. His love would be manifesting in possessiveness and a need to control every aspect of your life.
He'd constantly shower you with attention and affection, attempting to keep you under his thrall, yet beneath this facade, there would be a hint of deep-seated fear of losing you.
Despite his intense and possessive behavior towards you, Remmick puts on a different face when in front of others. He can appear charming and sociable, masking his true nature with the ease of centuries of practice. He knows how to manipulate situations, using his charisma and charm to throw people off guard.
In social settings, his behavior is completely different from when he is alone with you. He has mastered the art of blending in, acting friendly and unassuming, even as his possessive thoughts of you simmer just below the surface.
Remmick's reassurance is a complex mix of both genuine care and manipulative tactics. He'll shower you with compliments and affirmations of his love, claiming you're the only one for him, and that he can't live without you.
Remmick's rewards for you can take various forms, including tangible gifts like jewelry, fine clothing, or luxury items, symbolizing his possessive desire to spoil you and ensure you're dependent on him. The rewards also extend to emotional validation, with him reinforcing your importance in his life through flattery and praise.
Remmick's punishments are usually designed to assert his dominance and control over you, often serving as a warning against defiance. They range from psychological manipulation, such as the silent treatment or isolation, to physical violence.
Remmick may also punish you by withdrawing affection, withholding rewards, or threatening to take away something you value, all as means to remind you of his power over you. His punishments are a tool he uses to keep you in check, enforcing his possessive nature and ensuring your obedience to him.
Remmick's fights with you are intense and often heated, driven by his possessive and controlling nature. He will argue fiercely, determined to get his way or to make sure you submit to his will. He'll use emotional manipulation and even threats to assert his dominance, viewing fights as a battle for control.
Remmick's affection is a paradox of tenderness and control. He can be incredibly loving, showering you with attention, kisses, and compliments. However, this affection is steeped in possessiveness. His hugs and kisses are possessive, his words of endearment often tinged with ownership. He'll claim you as his, telling you that you belong to him, and that no one else can love you like he does.
Remmick's dates are a mix of romance and restraint. He'll often plan extravagant, lavish outings, spoiling you with fine dining, expensive treats, and lavish gifts. However, his dates are also about control and possession. He'll choose the venue, the food, and the activities, often making unilateral decisions, disregarding your preferences in favor of his own.
Remmick keeps a small secret shrine dedicated to you. It's a place where he can indulge his obsessive nature, filled with objects that remind him of you, like photos, your favorite perfume, or a piece of clothing you've worn. The shrine is his sanctuary, a place where he can worship you in solitude, surrounded by trinkets and memorabilia that represent his deep and consuming love for you.
Remmick's response would be a mix of coercion, manipulation, and, if necessary, force. His obsession with you would lead him to try and convince you of the "benefits" of becoming a vampire, playing on your insecurities or vulnerabilities.
He might use emotional manipulation, claiming that being a vampire would allow you to live forever together, or that it would make you stronger and more capable of protecting yourself. If these tactics fail, he might resort to more forceful methods, even going so far as to forcibly convert you against your will.
Remmick's idea of marriage is more about ownership and the public declaration of his possession of you than about love and partnership. He'll want an extravagant wedding, where he can show off his wealth and status, not to mention proudly show the world you're bound to him forever.
he ceremony itself will likely be a display of his possessive nature, with vows that emphasize your belonging to him, and the ring he'll give might be a sign of his ownership, inscribed with his initials or a symbol of his claim. After the wedding, he'll expect constant devotion and submission.
Remmick's desire for children isn't about creating a family, it's about perpetuating his legacy and ensuring his line continues. He sees children as an extension of himself, and their existence would bind you even further to him.
He would likely be a possessive and controlling parent, expecting the children to bear his name, and to grow up to become a mirror image of him. He would use the children as a means to keep you close, constantly reminding you of the bonds of blood and obligation. It's less about loving family life, and more about securing his possessive hold over generations.
If you were unable or unwilling to have children with him, Remmick would experience a mix of anger and disbelief, likely trying to manipulate or emotionally manipulate you into changing your mind. He might use guilt trips, reminding you of the "duty" to continue his bloodline or use threats of abandonment if you don't comply.
If you remained firm, he might even turn to supernatural means to force you to bear his children, seeing it as his right as your "owner". Overall, his obsession with perpetuating his bloodline would make it hard for him to accept a childless life with you.
If being a vampire meant you couldn't conceive children, Remmick's response would be a mix of disappointment and possessive obsession. He would initially express disappointment at the loss of the possibility of offspring, but his possessive side would quickly manifest, and he might even begin seeing it as a blessing in disguise.
Not having children would mean no one else to divide your attention, he'd rationalize, making you all the more "his". The lack of children wouldn't deter his possessive obsession with you; if anything, it might intensify his possessive grip on your life.
"You belong to me, my love, utterly and completely. Every fiber of your being is mine, your body, your soul, and your heart. There is no one else in this world who can love you as deeply and devotedly as I do. You belong to me, and I will never let you go. You are mine, now and forever."
Ownership and marking - He'd enjoy physically marking you with hickeys, bite marks, or even branding his name or initials on your body, making you an "unmistakable" possession.
Bondage - He'd use cuffs, ropes, or other materials to bind you, limiting your movement and heightening your dependence on him.
Sensory deprivation - He'd also use blindfolds, gags, or other devices to take away some of your senses, making you even more reliant on his direction and attention.
Praise and degradation - Remmick might use praise and degradation as forms of control, showering you with compliments and affirmations of his feelings while also using degradation and humiliation to keep you at his mercy.
Tearing clothes: He'd enjoy tearing your clothes or forcing you to wear revealing outfits, making you feel more vulnerable and at his mercy.
Bloodplay - Given his vampiric nature, there could be an element of bloodplay involved, with him drawing blood from you and then drinking it as an expression of his ownership over you.
Fear play - Remmick might use tactics that invoke fear or pain to reinforce his control over you, using punishments or threats to make you compliant and dependent on his direction.
Forced confessions of love - He might use manipulation, coercion, or force to make you confess your love for him repeatedly, reinforcing your submission and his sense of possession over you.
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