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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 11 days ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (with plot (?) this is more fluff-centric with a lil smut towards the end <3), lighthearted, comfort, dancing in the kitchen, teasing, slight bickering, kissing, couch cuddling, sort of a netflix-and-chill moment?, heavy petting, fingering, riding, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk, use of pet names "pipsqueak" "baby" "princess". lmk if i missed any tags ! ((unedited))

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an : *roxie on the dash* zayne comfort !!! *roxie in the drafts* :D caleb comfort !!!! WHFKJSHDGKJH it's not sunday but i've been writing this through the week between work because i miss him ... and i figured screw it. there are rumors going around. so. if they turn out to be not real. I'LL CONSOLE MYSELF WITH THE FACT THAT HE ISN'T HERE (yet)

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KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

Sometimes, slow days with him are all you need to feel a little better.

The fact of the matter was this:

Blankets were comfortable.

Your hands and legs stretched out as you turned, the warmth of the sunlight falling upon your face. You were delighted at the colder sensation on the side of the pillow you hadn't been lying on until now, and a smile spread across your lips—this was nice. Your fingers curled around the duvet, bringing it back up to your neck, and your eyes blinked slowly open. Your position allowed you to glance at the clock on the wall. And though you had fully expected it to be noon, you were pleasantly surprised to find that it was not quite as late as you'd assumed.

You had been known to sleep in a little.

Work was demanding; sleep was as much comfort as you could find in your spare time. Weekends, on the other hand, were heavenly for it. So it wasn't a surprise to you that you'd woken up this time with the entire bed to yourself, all warm and comfy in your blankets…

♪ Sunday morning, rain is falling… ♪

Your eyebrows raised as the tune filled your head, wafting into the bedroom along with a more-than-welcome scent of… something.

You couldn't quite make out what it was.

But you were very aware of who was singing, and the smile on your face grew significantly.

This time you sat up and stretched, before swinging your legs off the bed and finding the soft fluff of your bedroom carpet. Your hands moved to rub the lingering sleep from your eyes as you stood up—soft trudges into your slippers, a hand on your doorknob, and the muffled voice became clearer to you.

♪ Clouds are shroudin' us in moments unforgettable~ ♪

It was so silly.

You had to keep yourself from laughing as you peeked around the corner and into the kitchen, and there he was.

The original track was playing lightly in the background, likely to keep him company, but the whole scene was just so typically Caleb. To throw out a couple of tunes without a care in the world, lazily flipping the piece of toast he was frying in such a smooth motion that you almost thought your eyes were playing tricks on you... He had his back turned to you, focused on the stove, but his head moved casually to the rhythm of the song. And it wasn't that you'd say he was bad; in fact, quite the opposite, more like. Not stellar, definitely, but there was a little roughness to his tone that made it feel endearing to listen to. You were grateful for the fact—his voice was much louder than the actual song, and if you weren't enjoying yourself, you might as well have thrown something right at him.

But this time the giggle that was fighting its way out of you felt harder to suppress, and you stepped into the kitchen. Your back leaned against the entrance. "So, it's not Sunday, first of all," you grinned.

He turned at the sound of your voice and threw you a wink. "Ha ha, maybe not, but it sure feels just like it with ya~"

It was swift, the way he pulled at the pan and with a flick of his wrist, and the plates he'd set out a few feet away from him flew perfectly into his waiting hand. The toasts slid right onto them, contents of the pan rather quickly replaced with a set of freshly-cracked eggs.

Impeccable control as always.

Setting the stove back on low heat, he neatly placed the plates back onto the table, and offered a bow. "Mornin', sleepyhead!"

"Show-off," you rolled your eyes playfully.

Yet as he held out his arms for a hug, you were quick to approach. Arms wrapped snugly around his waist as you fell against his chest, a familiar warmth and a familiar feeling of… home.

"Mm…" you sighed. "Yeah, g'morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Mhm! Warm and comfy!" You pulled back a little bit to look up at him, and sighed contentedly. "I mean, partly thanks to you, no less. I didn't put this on last night before we went to bed… You put your sweater on me before you went out. Thanks, Caleb."

"Oh, so we're gonna talk about last night… now?"

A smirk began to form on his face—the teasing lilt in his voice was back, and you shoved him away with a huff.

"No way! I was just thanking you for—"

He promptly scooped you right back into his arms before you could finish your sentence, twirling you around before planting a quick little kiss over your lips.

"Kidding," he whispered.

You could have melted.

Your feet touched the ground once more as he gently set you down, hand sliding away from your waist to go back to the eggs in the pan—you wouldn't have known if it was intentional; you found that you'd learned many new things about him over the past couple of months you'd started a relationship of a more romantic nature. Yet he'd do these things, be all cute and soft with you, and you'd almost feel as if you were in a daze.

You watched, quiet, listening to the music, and his humming… no different from before. He moved around the kitchen, grabbing a couple of things from the side: the onions, some garlic, some tomatoes… You hadn't had omelettes from him in a while, but you already found yourself anticipating how it would taste. After all, he knew exactly how to cook all your favorite dishes. Even the simplest of them.

And the reality that you were always so well-cared-for with him settled in.

It made you smile a little more.

The comfortable silence between you broke as you walked over, peeking from behind him and resting your head against his shoulder. "Sooo… You didn't think to ask me how I like my eggs in the morning?" you teased.

A laugh; another kiss into your hair.

"Me? Nah, don't need to, baby. Already know just how you like them."

With the omelettes settled perfectly in the next minute, he offered a bite for you to try. "Here. Wanna try?" He had his head tilted to the side, almost as if surveying your reaction, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was confident you'd like it anyway.

He would be right, of course.

You happily obliged as you wrapped your lips around the spoon, and you knew he had to laugh at the way your eyes lit up.

"See?" he poked your forehead with a playful roll of his eyes. "Don't you doubt me!"

"Oh, no no no, I win this. You totally fell for my ploy to sneak an early bite," you grinned. "I didn't doubt you at all!"

"Whatever you say, pipsqueak."

The food found its home on the two plates he'd previously placed the buttered toast on, and this time, it was you who leaned in to steal a kiss.

Soft and quick, not unlike the kiss he'd given you just earlier—

And then another.

And another.

And then within seconds he was laughing, pulling you against him with his hands resting at your waist, your own hands placed upon his shoulders. Your foreheads rest together as he sways you gently to the music—another more of those older tunes he seemed to be fond of these days, a little smooth, jazzy melody to them that surely did have you moving your feet to it.

Not that you looked away from him.

His hair fell over his face, a little bit longer than you were used to—it had been a while since he'd trimmed it, and you had half a mind to think that maybe he'd been a little bit too preoccupied with you to notice.

But it did little to distract you from the pull that his eyes had always had on you.

Still that beautiful, beautiful hue of sunset purple and tangerine skies… You had to let out a soft sigh—

At least, one that nearly turned to a squeak as he took your hand to spin you around. Having caught you off-guard, you could see him nearly double over in laughter at the few missteps in your movements, but he was quick to catch you in a little dip before you could really trip over yourself.

"Heyyyy!" You whined a little, reaching up to flick at his forehead, but he only winked.

The audacity.

His eyes were narrowed playfully, a glimmer of amusement clear on his face. "Alright sorry," he chuckled, "but don't you wanna tell my what's brought this on, at least?"

The song still continued to play through the little speaker, enough to spur him to lead you through to finish it—but his eyebrow remained raised.

"Nothing!" you laughed honestly as he spun you around a second time, successfully this time, before catching your waist and guiding you to glide across the kitchen tiles. "I was just thinking that it's pretty neat to have such a nice, caring boyfriend around…"

"Just pretty neat?"

"Yeah! Just pretty neat."

The last couple notes filled the air as he pulled you back against him, settling into the position you'd started in moments ago.

His forehead pressed against yours.

"I was hoping I'd get something a little more, I dunno… starts with an I, ends with a you, maybe some four-letter-word in the middle…"

You scoffed, and he nuzzled your nose affectionately.

"What? I'm waiting!"

This time, you grinned. "You silly goose," you clicked your tongue, feigning annoyance. But you closed the distance for another quick kiss, and your expression softened. "I love you."

"There we go. I love you too, princess."

Another little kiss, this time to your forehead, before he pushed you back, and gestured towards the table with his eyebrows raised. "So I promise it'll just be a lazy day with the both of us, so you can think up whatever more of those silly antics that I'm totally gonna be on-board with, but eat. It's nearly just noontime, pipsqueak, and I worked on the food, y'know!"

Once again a laugh fell from your lips, and you promptly sat down on the seat he'd pulled for you. But a bite on your spoon reached out towards him; "Okay, but. The chef gets first honors. Say aah~"

And, breakfast—brunch, rather—aside… Caleb kept his promise well.

He knew you usually only had today, and tomorrow, to relax in ways you wouldn't have been able to for the rest of the week. And for the rest of the day, he had simply been adamant on ensuring that you did.

It most definitely was a lazy Saturday.

And now, you had yourself snuggled comfortably on the couch, legs resting over his lap as he surfed through the list of movies on the screen.

"Geez, there's been nothin' interesting out in the past couple months…" He was mumbling under his breath, a tiny furrow of his brows evident to the mix of concentration and frustration.

Yet his free hand had time to run over your exposed thighs, lazily drawing shapes into your skin—so much so that you had nothing left in you to care about anything else he was saying.

"So let's just re-watch something!" you huffed a little, trying to make it seem as if you were keen on making conversation.

"You really wanna?"

A mistake.

He turned from the screen to your face, conveniently catching the way your eyes had been watching the way he caressed your skin, almost subconsciously gliding higher up your legs without really noticing what he'd been doing.

Until now, that is.

"Baby, the screen is here, not there," he teased with a squeeze to your thigh. The action made you gasp, but if you thought he'd tease you further, you were surprised by the gentle tone his voice took on next. "Don't wanna watch a movie anymore, or somethin"?"

Your eyes flitted back up to him. The answer you wanted to speak didn't come out immediately.

"Hey, this day's about you, alright?" He shifted closer this time, one hand reaching out to poke at your forehead. "We don't have to watch. I mean, if you'd rather do somethin' else…"

This time he wiggled his eyebrows a little, daring to slide his hand up a little higher—

You squeaked, clearly the desired effect, as he let out a laugh immediately after.

"Your call, princess."

Swallow your pride, was a phrase you'd often have to repeat to yourself when you were with him.

He used to be a little more lenient with you, but these days he seemed almost insistent to hear the words out of your mouth instead—for good reason, you figured. You knew that he knew you well enough, but you couldn't blame him for wanting you to speak.

So you shifted your position to settle over him, noting the curious gaze in his eyes as you snuggled against his chest.

"Baby?"

"Don't really wanna do much," you mumbled. "But… I want to be close to you. I mean… We can watch something if you want to, but, mmh…. I'm okay with just this. With you."

"Yeah?"

"…Yeah."

He rubbed soothingly into your back. "Alright, alright, I can work with that... But, hm. 1-10 on the cozy scale?"

You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest to look at him with a little pout. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you looked pretty riled up a second ago, princess, so you tell me if you want me to do anything, right?"

Another glimmer of amusement.

Part of it was frustrating—but, again. Swallow your pride. You were sure that as much as he adored pushing your buttons, he wasn't quite doing this on purpose.

So a soft laugh through your nose.

"Okay, not the level of rough from last night, if anything," you joked. "But… Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'd… like it if you touch me."

Nothing quite changed in the way his hands were moving over your back in the same consistent, soothing motions, but he smiled—satisfied with your honesty, and more than willing to oblige.

"God, I love it when you're honest," he chuckled. He deftly slipped his hands beneath your sweater—his sweater—and sighed.

And perhaps it was this moment of intimacy, but you felt yourself leaning up, hands cupping his face, pressing your lips against his.

It wasn't rushed, nor heated.

He smiled into the kiss, and your lips moved almost lazily against each other. Eyes closed, enjoying the casual comfort of the moment, your thumb gently rubbing over his cheek as his hands explored every dip and curve of your skin.

Blankets were comfortable, and dancing in the kitchen was fun, but, this—this was really all that you needed.

"Mmmh…"

You sighed as you pulled back for air, but quite frankly, neither of you very much wanted to part.

It only took a few moments before he was kissing you, and you were kissing him, and your fingers had nestled into his hair as his trailed down to slip beneath the band of your underwear.

"So wet, baby," he murmured against your lips, a trace of a laugh in the way he spoke.

You smiled, and tilted your head, allowing the kiss to grow from soft, and lazy, to a little bit deeper.

"Mhm. S'for you," you whispered.

And a low groan tore from your throat as his fingers sunk into your heat, the feeling oh-so-familiar, and oh-so-welcome. And with how many times you'd done this, the stretch felt nothing more than you were used to—but it was delicious.

Your legs spread in an immediate response to the intrusion, allowing him to move a little easier. Separating from the kiss for a mere moment, your head turned back, just in time to see him pull out and discard your panties completely, just in time to watch the way he thrust back slowly into your walls, the squelch of your wetness so deafening in your ears.

"Holy shit," you whispered—and it was almost ridiculous how you sounded, you'd think, so much so that you had to let out a breathless laugh as you turned back to him.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

"Real fucking good."

It was his turn to laugh a little. "Yep. I totally love when you're honest."

Before you could lean back in to kiss him, however, he helped you sit up with him, moving both his hands back over your waist to grab a handful of the flesh of your ass.

"Easier this way," he murmured.

And he kept a hand behind you while the other moved to your front, resuming steady thrusts that had you slowly grinding into his palm.

"Nnnh.. If you keep teasing me like that, m'not going to wait any longer for more than just your fingers," you rolled your eyes.

But he was right; it was easier like this. He had his other hand running up and over your entire body, slipping back beneath the sweater before dipping down over your ass—it was easier for you, too, finding the momentum to guide the movements of his fingers in your cunt, urging him to rub against your sweet spot.

Even as your lips found each other within moments yet again, busy with all these sensations and the wet noises that you felt were echoing in the living room, your hips continued to move—a little up-and-down motions, riding his fingers, very evidently craving more.

"Thaaaat's it," he groaned against your lips, finding time to speak praises of approval in-between kisses and gasps for air. "Get off on my fingers, baby. Y'feel good? Hm?"

You no longer had the mind to reply to him.

Kisses turned to whispers of dirty words into your hair, your face buried into the crook of your shoulder. Muffled moans, movements more frantic…

And then you said it.

"Need you," you gasped, feeling him hit that spongy spot once more. "Need—hngh—need you, Caleb, need more—"

Another kiss over your head. "Shh, shhh. I'll give it to you, baby. Just a little more…"

"Mnh, but! I don't— don't want to—haah—like this—"

"Relaaxx, princess. Breathe, alright?"

He was so deep. So good. So—

"Not this, I wanna cum on your cock…"

You felt him smirk.

It was almost as if he'd been waiting, again, to hear it—to push you enough to have you snap, have you disregard that little tiny bit of pride you still have left.

"Yeah?" he grinned, and he pulled his fingers out of you with a little schlick.

You nearly whined at the sudden emptiness, so much so that even without his fingers to ride, you couldn't help but grind over his bulge.

"Baby," he laughed. "Are you that excited?"

Your movements made it difficult for him to deal with the tie of his sweatpants.

"Just… just hurryyyy!"

"Geez. I've spoiled you, huh, princess? Got you craving my dick this much?"

With a huff from you, he lifted you up just enough to push down his pants and take out his cock. A couple of pumps over his length and you sat yourself down, taking him in with a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh, fuck, baby."

He was no different.

"Who's—haah—who's the cocky one now, huh?" You managed to smirk at him, despite the way you were panting, despite the way you could feel him, warm and pulsing, reaching deep into your pussy.

You were so full.

"Shit, baby, just move—" He choked on a moan, almost instinctively thrusting up into you.

You fell forward into his chest with a startled cry, but it was enough.

The feeling was not one you were keen on letting fade, and your hips began to move. Slowly, at first, almost as if getting a feel for it again, before moving faster. And he was groaning, and hissing, cursing into your ear, trying to keep his voice down, restlessly roaming his hands over your body. It didn't take long before he was pressing you tightly against him, your bodies moving in a synchronized push-and-pull.

Your hips moved up and down, hands gripping his arms to steady yourself. "Caleb—!" Your moans mixed with broken words, broken syllables of his name, higher-pitched than usual as you worked yourself over his cock.

You could see another one of those shit-eating grins making its way to his face, all flushed and heedy with lust, but you couldn't be bothered to care about it anymore.

"You should see yourself, princess," he panted, moving his hands to grip your cheeks tightly and earning a delicious gasp from your lips. "Shit—fuck—can't ever get enough of you, baby, you're so fucking perfect f'me."

"Mhm? Feels good? Feels… Feels…! Nngh—Caleb! F-feels so good—"

Your movements began to turn frantic.

Grunts and groans mixed in with the slap of skin against skin as you bounced yourself over him, his own thrusts meeting yours with a fervor. There was the heady scent of sex in the air, and you could barely even remember what you'd planned to do here in the first place.

"M-mmhn—! G-gonna cum!" you whined, breathless.

You were panting, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, trying with every ounce of your strength to keep yourself consistent despite the building tingling in your stomach, despite the tensing in your limbs.

"Cum for me, baby."

He leaned in to nip at your earlobe before trailing his lips over to yours, swallowing that loud cry of his name into a deep, filling kiss.

It was messy.

Your body slumped against his as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, body trembling almost helplessly in his arms. Your chest heaved; you could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he spilled his cum inside within seconds of your orgasm, and you whimpered—you felt so sensitive.

"Shit… Fuck… I know, baby, I know, I know, you did so well…" He cradled you in his arms, voice low and hoarse. In that same comforting manner, he had himself rubbing your back soothingly, giving you a little bit of a squeeze. "Shh, it's okay. Breathe, princess, breathe."

And it would be like this.

You stayed still in that same position for a moment, Caleb whispering soft little words of reassurance, sweet words of praise as he peppered kisses all over your face.

"Satisfied, on a scale of 1-10?" he chuckled a little, stealing a kiss from your lips as you looked back up at him.

Your eyes softened.

"You're kidding, right?" you murmured. "A 10. With you? Always a 10."

"I mean, yeah, I'll bet. You were practically crying about how good my—"

"Caleb!"

You'd reached to grab a nearby pillow and promptly shove it at his face, but it did little to stop the laughter from bubbling from his throat.

"Okay, okay! But! C'mon. Nice start to your weekend, right?"

And this time, you grinned.

"…You know what? Yeah, you're right. Always feels like a Sunday with you."

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wolfiesmoon · 10 months ago

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Chocolate-covered strawberries

riddle x gn!reader

have u ever wanted to have a (totally definitely platonic with no romantic feelings involved, wdym? *wink wink*) sleepover w riddle? bcs if so, you might wanna read this

thanks to @chillpanda36 's plant related encouragement i am once again riddleposting (hope u dont mind being tagged ＞︿＜)

I kinda got carried away and wrote waaaaay more than I thought i would

"Wow, your room is so... swanky." you commented upon entering his room for the first time. It was decorated in checkerboard patterns and heart motifs, which was very fitting for the dorm of Heartslabyul.

You never expected him to actually agree when you jokingly suggested a sleepover, but you're definitely not complaining.

"Thank you. It was modeled after the Queen of Hearts' castle and has mostly stayed the same throughout the dorm's history. I only made a few adjustments to have it be better suited to me." he explained. Clearly, he took good care of the place since it looked very clean and organised.

"By the way, you won't collar me if I happen to break any of your weird rules by accident, will you?" you were still somewhat worried you'd have to sleep with that uncomfy collar around your neck.

"I will excuse you from the rules, just this once. But do not call the rules 'weird', as it is quite disrespectful to do so." he crossed his arms.

Well, atleast you're glad about that.

You placed down the little bag of stuff you brought with you just for this occasion. You got so excited you ended up planning out several activities for you and Riddle to do.

But first, you have pyjamas to change into! Riddle graciously offered to let you change in his bathroom. Even in there, everything is super clean and organised, almost to a scary degree. Somehow, you get the feeling that Riddle doesn't really know how to "have fun". In a 'casually messing around with firends' kinda way.

After changing into your pyjamas, you call out to Riddle to make sure he's done changing as well. Once he confirms he has, you exit his bathroom to find Riddle in an oversized, frilly pair of white pjyamas, the kind you'd find people wearing in the medieval times. Oh. My. God.

"Pffft.... You-" you had to pause to hold back from laughing. "You look like a starving victorian child." you couldn't help but point out the silly resemblance. The pjyamas brought the whole look together.

"I haven't the slightest clue what a victorian child is, but I am certainly not starving. Why must you constantly insult me with such strange phrases?" Oh, it makes sense he wouldn't get the comparison. And even if he did, you feel like he wouldn't be very amused.

"They aren't insults. Just little comparisons." You smiled innocently at him. While they are just comparisons in a sense, they are usually meant to rile him up a little bit. You just can't help but banter with anyone and everyone sometimes.

Riddle felt a slight shiver run down his spine since you reminded him of a certain someone who likes comparing people to sea creatures at that moment. Though your lovely smile didn't resemble his creepy grin at all.

Lovely... smile? What is he even thinking about right now?

"Are you... good? You're making a weird face." your voice snapped him out of it and he assured you he was perfectly fine. No cause for concern.

"You might not be starving, but are you in the mood for a little snack?" you tried your best to sound enticing, like you're mass advertising the little surprise you brought along with you.

"The rules state that-"

"I double-checked the dorm rules, don't worry. And I also know you don't like junk food, so I made sure my snack is on the healthier side. Sorry for interrupting you, by the way." you laughed awkwardly at his offended pout. But you weren't going to lie, his angry face wasn't intimidating or scary at all (atleast not right now). It gives off more of an 'angry little kitten' vibe to you. But you already made one silly comparison tonight so you feel like Riddle might appreciate this one even less.

"Well then. I'd like to know what it is." he actually seemed pretty interested in what you came up with. You dug around your bag, pulling out a packet of chocolate-covered strawberries.

"Feast your eyes on these bad boys!" the specific choice of chocolate-covered strawberries was a calculated one on your end. You had asked Trey about Riddle's food preferences before, but it was unrelated to this sleepover. You can only thank your past self (and Trey) for arming you with the valuable knowledge that Riddle likes strawberry tarts (and consequently strawberries, you hope).

"Oh. I suppose these look quite tasty." he was actually really pleasantly surprised about your choice of snack. It's surprisingly fit to his tastes.

How thoughtful of you...

"Here, have one!" you actually made homemade chocolate just for these. Trey gave you a good baking lesson on how to do that. So of course, you want him to be the first one to try!

He hesitates for a moment. Although the food you're giving him doesn't break any of the Queen's rules, it still feels off to be eating so late at night. Scheduled meals are so ingrained into his mind that he feels the sudden urge to reject the offer and go brush his teeth immediately.

But something strange blooms in his heart when he sees the excitement in your gaze and he submits, telling himself he'll do it just this once. For you.

He grabs one of the strawberries from the packet, slowly and hesitantly raising it to his mouth as if it were forbidden to eat. It still felt forbidden, no matter how many times he told himself it was fine to let loose sometimes.

"It's... delicious." he comments upon eating the entire strawberry.

"Oh, goodie! I was worried I messed up the chocolate, somehow." his eyes went slightly wide upon hearing that you made part of them yourself. He felt his chest tighten up slighly. In a good way.

"In that case, I shall have some more. And you eat them too, since you prepared them for this occasion." the two of you sat down on the edge of his bed, placing the strawberries in between you so you could both easily reach for them while talking.

You still made sure you swallowed the food before you talked though. To avoid a scolding about proper manners from Riddle.

"So, for this sleepover I was thinking we could try summoning a demon, playing board games, doing karaoke, watching a movie, playing 'would you rather', making a pillow fort, and-"

"What was that first one?" Riddle had never experienced a sleepover before, so he had no clue what people actually did in them but he always just imagined sleepovers were purely sleeping at eachother's houses, not doing anything BUT that. He could barely keep up with all of the things you were listing off, but the first one ESPECIALLY stumped him.

"Summoning a demon? Everyone tries that in sleepovers. Usually doesn't work." you shrugged casually, reaching for another strawberry.

"How... horrific. And utterly nonsensical. What joy do you get from doing something so horrible? Especially if you know it won't work?" he seemed genuinely stumped by the concept, which made you want to laugh but you held back since you didn't want to choke on a chocolate-covered strawberry. It would certainly be a way to go.

"It's about the thrill, Riddle. What if it actually works this time? You never know...." you whisper teasingly, like a narrarator in a horror movie.

"In that case, we are absolutely not doing that." he hates to admit it, but he's actually kind of worried a silly ritual might workmand is taking precautions right now to not let it happen at all.

"Hahaha, that's fine! We can do all the other stuff, then." you decided to take mercy on him after seeing how hard he's trying not to let it show that he's scared of demon summoning games. He reminds you of your friends on your first sleepover when you tried summoning a demon. All of you were acting tough and unbothered back then, but were deathly afraid and unable to sleep after.

When you reached for another strawberry, you just happened to grab Riddle's hand instead. Seems you were both going for the same one. Actually, that one's the final one!

"Oops... you go ahead and take it. I feel like I've had enough." you smiled awkwardly at him. Gosh, is it suddenly slightly hotter in here or is it just you?

"Thank you." Riddle looked away, turning his head so you wouldn't see his reddening face as he ate the final strawberry. He's kinda mad at himself for getting so flustered over an accidental hand hold. Your hand felt so... nice to hold. It would be so nice if he could hold it more often. Gah, what on earth is he thinking?! None of this is rational...

An awkward silence fills the room.

And you get a cheeky little idea.

You picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it at the back of his head.

"Hey. What do you think you are doing-HHMMF!" you threw another pillow, this time directly at his face as he turned around to scold you.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" you yelled out excitedly, already grabbing another pillow to defend yourself with as you scurried on the other side of his bed. You giggled at the way his entire face flushed red with anger.

"That was no fair! I was not prepared at all!" you totally caught Riddle off guard, but now he was prepared to have his revenge. He never had a pillow fight before, but if little kids are capable of having one, so is he. And he is quite confident that his magical abilities will give him the upper hand against you.

"Even if you were, I'd still win! They called me the pillow fight champion back in my world!" you throw a pillow at him, which he stops with his magic.

"Oh, we'll see about that. You've had quite enough of landing hits on me, I believe." he smirked confidently at you, feeling a childlike excitement running through his veins.

Now that he thinks about it, it has been a long long time since he has felt this excited and relaxed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do this over and over and over again.

In moderation.

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radawayghoul · 8 months ago

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His Little Dove | Sneak Peek

A/N: here's a little sneak peek, babies!! this is completely unedited, i literally just typed this up in about five minutes so i will likely make adjustments buuutttt i wanted to give y'all something for now!! if you'd like to be tagged, let me know and i'll start makin' a list!!

Warnings: cursing, people being cunty but i mean...this is Lee Russell y'all...umm 18+ only, MDNI!

For as long as Lee could remember you had been there, with your amazing hair and beautiful, shy, sickly sweet smile. If he hadn’t married when he met you, he’d have scooped you up and made sure nobody else got their sticky little fingers on you. Even still, in his mind, you were his. His saving grace, one of the only people he trusted outside of his wife. He liked to call you his little dove because of how innocent and pure you looked. It was his tradition to tease you when it was just the two of you in the teachers lounge when Amanda finally let you roam free. Watching your face bloom with those shades of red was like doing a bump of coke on a hot, spring vacation evening. It sent a rush of adrenaline through him that made him wanna do it over and over again. And do it, he did.

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“Oh, hey Neal…okay.” You said as Neal stormed past you just outside Lee’s office. You gave Lee a questioning glance through the glass, a bit stunned you were given such a cold shoulder.

Lee merely smirked and shrugged, waving you into the room to which you did so eagerly.

“What was that all about?” You questioned, plopping down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other, adjusting your skirt in the process.

“Gamby’s being a whiny little cunt about who the next principal is gonna be.” Lee rolled his eyes, “I didn’t call you in here to talk about that loser, Iiii want to know what you’re up to.” Lee rested his elbows on his desk, wiggling his eyebrows with his hands folded under his chin, a small smile playing on his lips.

Heat rose to your cheeks, dusting them in that beautiful, deep shade he loved oh-so-much.

“Oh, please, you know I don’t ever have shit going on. Why?” You squinted at him, suspicious about what he might be up to.

“Ohhh because I have to stay late tonight to get some of these files done on the new teachers and want your beautiful little detective self by my side.” Lee winked, leaning back in his chair, still smiling with that mischievous glint in his eye that he was famous for.

You snorted. “You and those fucking files,” You shook your head, returning his playful smile, “Of course I’ll help you, Lee. But you really shouldn’t cut into my class time, it makes me look bad.” You fake an exaggerated pout at him with your arms crossed.

Lee rolled his eyes. “Don’t you worry, darlin’, when I’m principal, you can cut class anytime you damn well please. Now, go on, git.” He shooed you away, shooting you a wink.

You let out the softest of giggles, shaking your head at your silly friend as you left his office. The butterflies stirring in the pit of your stomach were sure to do you in at some point. The feelings you held for Lee were fierce. But, they had to stay a secret. He was a married man for Christ’s sake. But you loved him all the same and couldn’t deny him even if you wanted to. He was so charming, it was impossible to say no.

So, on your way back to your classroom, you held a hand to your chest and took a deep breath to calm your sputtering heart. The heat in your cheeks hadn’t let up a single bit since you’d left him. The effect he had on you was intense. It was enough to make you feel cock drunk without ever even having him inside of you. Not that that was something you should be thinking about your best friend who is married but it was the closest feeling you could compare it to. Like you were high on the man that is Lee Russell…even if he is a bit…wild.

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#lee russell #lee russell x reader #walton goggins #vice principals x reader #hbo vice principals

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mya-valentine · 2 months ago

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Headcanon: Shino Aburame with a Chill but Mischievous S/O

Shino is calm and composed, while his S/O is laid-back but always up to something mischievous. He appreciates their carefree attitude, as it contrasts with his more serious nature. They keep him from being too stiff, while he brings stability to their unpredictable side.

Shino’s S/O loves to tease him about how stoic he is, often trying to get him to crack a smile or react. They’ll sneak up on him or play harmless pranks, hoping to see even the slightest twitch of amusement. Shino secretly enjoys the effort they put into lightening his mood.

While Shino may not always show it, he finds his S/O’s mischievous antics amusing. He’ll never admit it, but he enjoys how they bring a sense of spontaneity into his life. Occasionally, if they push him enough, he’ll drop a rare, subtle smirk, letting them know he’s in on the joke.

Shino’s protective nature doesn’t waver, even with his chill, carefree S/O. He won’t hover or be overbearing, but his bugs are always keeping an eye on them, ready to act if anything goes wrong. His S/O finds this protective subtlety endearing, teasing him about being their “quiet shadow.”

His S/O takes pleasure in gently pushing Shino’s buttons, like making silly faces when he’s deep in thought or intentionally misplacing his bugs just to see him react. Shino rarely rises to the bait, but on the rare occasions he does, it’s always a fun and playful moment.

Shino’s S/O might be mischievous, but they’re also deeply supportive in their own chill way. They’re the type to casually offer encouragement or comfort when Shino is feeling the weight of responsibility. Their laid-back attitude helps ease his stress without making a big deal out of it.

Shino’s S/O loves to play with his insects, despite Shino’s initial reservations. They might even jokingly name a few of them or make up little stories about his kikaichū. Shino pretends to be indifferent, but secretly finds their fascination with his bugs adorable.

Despite their mischievous nature, Shino’s S/O is intelligent and often surprises him with clever insights or strategic thinking. While they act laid-back, Shino knows there’s more to them than meets the eye, and he respects their ability to switch from playful to serious when necessary.

Shino’s S/O might be mischievous, but their laid-back demeanor is surprisingly grounding for him. They remind him not to take life too seriously, often encouraging him to relax and let go of the small stuff. Their calm presence is something Shino finds soothing.

Shino’s S/O loves to flirt with him in playful, cheeky ways, whether it’s a teasing comment or a sly wink. Shino often responds with a raised eyebrow and a calm, cool reaction, but internally, he appreciates the way they constantly remind him of their affection.

Despite his preference for a calm and ordered life, Shino finds himself going along with his S/O’s spontaneous adventures. Whether it’s a late-night walk or a sudden day trip, Shino enjoys these little getaways, even if he acts like he’s only tagging along to keep them out of trouble.

Though Shino isn’t overly expressive, his S/O knows the little ways he shows he cares. Whether it’s the subtle way his bugs act as an early warning system for them or the quiet times they spend together in peaceful silence, they know Shino is always watching out for them.

Over time, Shino starts to engage in his S/O’s mischief, albeit in his own quiet, strategic way. He may not be the prankster type, but he’ll plan small, clever tricks that catch his S/O off guard, enjoying the rare moments where he turns the tables on them.

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#shino aburame x reader #shino aburame headcanons #shino x reader #naruto #shino aburame #naruto x reader #Naruto shino

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so-long-soldier-writes · 11 months ago

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Teensy Little Crush

kai parker x shy!reader | requested by @luckyvampyr ; the other idea from when i asked for fluffy prompts!

summary: you have a crush on kai you haven't been able to shake for weeks. unfortunately, you're too shy to do anything about it, either. but luckily, elena steps in with a plan, and helps you win over the witch's heart.

tags: fluff, crushes, alcohol, gifts, anxiety, slightly awkward flirting, mystic falls gang (+ reader) friendship, bad planning, cooking, bad-ish childhood memories, teasing, first kisses

word count: 6.6k

a/n: this is the one i've had written for centuries & haven't been able to title. i got antsy and gave it a silly title so that i could post it 😅

You don’t know what it is, something about him just makes you giddy. Ever since the merge, he’s mellowed out immeasurably, and while he still annoys your friends, you’ve found something endearing about him. Kai, of course, is still Kai. He’s reckless, and troublesome, and doesn’t make a lot of considerations before doing things, but he’s getting better about it. He has somewhat of a grip on his emotions now, which is helping as he integrates himself into life in Mystic Falls.

Initially, Damon assumed he’d go back to Portland after the merge, but something told you that wasn’t a possibility. Everyone knows how the Parkers grew up, either from Liv, Luke, Jo, or Kai himself. The story varies between siblings, but at least two truths in the matter remain the same: their family is tragically dysfunctional, and the coven always comes first. So why would Kai, hated by his family and his coven, return to his hometown?

Damon heaves a big sigh when you remind him of this.

“So what do you suppose we do about him?” The man ponders out loud.

“Keep an eye on him; see how this goes. But let him figure things out here, I guess,” Elena says.

“Ugh.”

“What other options do we have?”

You and Bonnie look over to him, and the couples’ gaze quickly follows. Kai drinks alone at the bar, scrolling his phone and bouncing his knee. He’s turned in such a way that you can see one of the dimples in his cheeks everytime he smiles. When he catches the bartender’s attention to show him something, Bonnie groans. You bite your cheek to not smile.

“We can’t just kill him?”

“Not without killing Jo,” Elena reminds her friend.

A collective groan now rings throughout the table, but your eyes are still on him.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to the girls’ room. Drank too much at once.”

Elena’s words register with you as she stands. You then stand up, too, putting your napkin on the table. “I need to go too.”

She smiles, and the two of you leave Damon and Bonnie alone.

You wash your hands side-by-side, and then Elena starts to fix her makeup in front of the mirror. You take the extra minute to touch up your own.

“I can tell you have a crush on him,” she says suddenly.

“What?” A jolt runs down your spine, and you poke your eye with your mascara brush. “Ow!”

She has the nerve to laugh. “You okay?”

“Not funny!”

“Case in point - that reaction.”

“I do not have a crush on him.”

“Y/N.”

“I don’t!”

“You’ve been watching him all night. I heard your heart rate calm when I said to let him stay here, and it sped up when Bonnie suggested to kill him. Not to mention, I can see the way you bite your cheeks to not smile at him. And don’t think I didn’t catch the glossy, lovesick look in your eyes yesterday when he winked at you from across the grill. Your heart sped up then, too.”

You can only blink at the slew of evidence stacked against you. The fact she noticed all these things and compiled a list of them takes you aback.

“I see all, Y/N,” she jokes playfully.

“Fine. I might have a minor crush on him.”

“It is not minor.”

“Might have a Corgi-sized crush on him.”

“I see more like a Great Dane sized crush, but okay.”

Your eyes widen. “Elena!”

She only laughs. “To be honest, I’m kind of offended that you don’t think I can read you. We’ve been friends for how many years…?” She starts counting on her fingers.

“Okay, point made, you can read me! What are you gonna do about it?” Your tone is much more concerned than challenging.

“What?”

“My, y’know,” you lower your voice, “crush. What are you gonna do? Tell Damon? Bonnie? Hell, Kai?”

“Of course not, that’s between us. But I think you should tell him.”

“Who?”

“Kai.”

“Oh absolutely not.”

“Why not? Because he’s a sociopath, or because you can’t approach him without blushing?”

“Elena!”

“Which is it?!”

“I don’t know! Both, I guess. Mostly the latter.”

“Well you’ve said it yourself a hundred times, he’s getting better with his emotions. Understanding them more. You could have a chance.”

“You don’t sound so certain.”

“I am! It happened with Damon.” Your eyes narrow, and she continues. “Damon was borderline sociopathic only a couple years ago, remember? When they first arrived in town, and I was with Stefan, and he wreaked absolute havoc everywhere he went. But I still developed a crush on him, and he fell for me, and I then fell completely for him, and look at us now. If you want him, the least you can do is talk to him.”

The reminder gives you hope. Maybe Kai could follow the same path Damon did. Maybe you could have something with him. Elena’s apparent support of it helps. Still…

“‘Lena, I can’t go up to him and start a conversation, or tell him that, I’m not as confident as you.”

“Then just start by talking about other things. Or start really simple and wink at him from across the bar like he does at you. Or, here’s an idea, get his attention in little, somewhat anonymous ways. Give him little gifts, or notes, or something like that. That, or Pavolv him with offering candy, and then whenever he sees you, he associates you with something sweet.”

“That sounds like manipulation, ‘Lena. I can’t do that. And I don’t know how he’d take it, either.”

“Don’t think of it that way, think of it that you want his attention, but don’t know how to get it straightforward, so you find it with other ways. Trust me, he won’t be offended. He’ll probably be elated that someone’s giving him little things. He’ll probably think it’s cute, too, that a shy girl such as yourself can’t look at him without blushing but is secretly, deeply craving something with him.”

“Oh my god, Elena.”

“Oh, stop being shy about it! If there’s anyone in this town who would enjoy the game in corrupting your shy, innocent ways, it’s Kai.”

“I’m not innocent, I’m just shy.”

“And you can show him that once you get his attention.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me anymore after finding that out?”

“How could he not like you? You’re sweet and kind, but I know you have that badass side to you, too. He’ll see it and love it the minute you show it.” She applies more red lipstick, then smacks her lips together. “And don’t forget, we’re talking about Kai, who has never been shown any kind of affection in his life. He’ll fold the minute you offer it.”

“Who’s to say he wants it from me?” You see her point, but still have doubts.

“Me,” she answers easily, “who has never seen him wink at anyone but you at the bar. Who has watched his eyes follow you throughout the grill, and watched them get heavy with disappointment when you leave. I’ve even seen him adjust himself in his seat more times than I can count.”

“What does that mean?”

“Remember that time you spilled your drink down your shirt and had to napkin-dry your chest by reaching down your shirt?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah, well when I did a grill-sweep to make sure no one was watching, he was. And when we made eye contact, his heart rate accelerated faster than a rollercoaster and he had to move his legs around because something tells me those jeans were a little too restricting.”

“Elena!”

“I’m just telling what I saw! But I’m serious, you have a chance with him. Just give it a try.”

“Okay. But if it backfires, it’s on you.”

“I’ll take full responsibility.”

“Good.”

You both finish up your makeup, then go back to your table.

“That was a long bathroom break,” Damon says as soon as you arrive.

“We had a little girl talk. Sorry Bon.”

“No worries, we’ve been talking, too,” she replies.

“About?”

Damon answers his girlfriend. “The weasel and his wandering eyes. Watched you guys go to the bathroom, trained them on the door waiting for you to come out.”

“Where is he now?”

“Well we’ve officially entered the hour of the frat boy,” Damon nods to the clock, which reads nine p.m., “and he’s been buried in the sea of them.”

“I say we go before they start a racket,” Bonnie says. You agree.

“Alright, time to head out. Bon, Y/N, see you tomorrow. Elena, you coming with me?”

“For a little, yeah. But I’ll be back to the dorm by eleven.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, I’m gonna get a shot to go,” you say to the group.

“Ooh, get me one!” Elena asks, putting on her coat.

You head to the bar and order two bourbon shots.

The bartender rings them up with a smile. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, um… Can I pay for his?” You poke your pinky finger in the direction of Kai.

“Him? With the phone?” Kai’s the only one with his phone, unlike the ten college boys crowded around him.

“Yeah.”

“Sure. Anonymously?”

“Just don’t give him my name.”

“Okay. That’ll be $21.30 total. $5.33 for your shots; $15.97 for his. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Friend of yours?”

“Kinda.” The sudden blush on your cheeks tells him all he needs to know.

He chuckles. “Got it. ‘Kay, you’re all set.”

“Thank you.”

“Have a good night.”

“You too.”

You and Elena take your shots before heading out into the cold. You part ways, divided into two at the door, and send her a wink that you’ve already started on her little plan.

Around the same time you leave, Kai decides he’s had enough of the noise. He waves the bartender over to pay, but furrows his eyebrows at his words.

“You’re all set.”

“What?”

“Someone paid for your drinks.”

“Who?”

“Asked me not to say their name.”

“Point them out.”

“Sorry man, already left.”

Kai looks to the door anyway, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of someone outside it. He sighs, out of luck.

“Did you recognize who it is?”

“Seen ‘em in here before.”

“You’re not gonna give me anything?”

“Scout’s honor not to tell.”

Kai glares, but then ultimately gets up to leave. He’s determined to find out who it was; what their intentions are by doing such a thing. If he doesn’t, it’ll itch at him all night.

Three days later, Kai has yet to find out who paid for his drink, but when he enters the grill that night, the bartender offers him a cheesy smile.

“What?”

“First shot’s been paid, what would you like?”

“What? Who?”

“Scout’s honor not to-”

“Okay, okay, don’t say it again.”

“What will it be?”

“Gin,” he replies, then immediately begins to look around the restaurant.

Nothing’s out of the ordinary in terms of customers. The usual group of geezers and their beers are in one giant booth. A couple early frat boys play pool in the corner. The unofficially-named Mystic Falls gang occupies the table to his left, and Tyler and Matt chat on the other side of the bar. Kai eyes every person individually for hidden answers within their eyes. Granted, most of the people in here would probably dodge his gaze, but he still tries.

After a while of searching, he grows frustrated. The bartender chuckles, then receives another glare.

“Still looking?”

“Would be easier if you’d tell me.”

“Maybe they don’t want to be found.”

“Why not?”

The man shrugs.

Kai only seems to get more agitated at that. His jaw tenses, but instead of pushing, he just orders another shot.

Meanwhile, you watch the interaction carefully from your table. When Bonnie leaves for the restroom, you poke Elena’s arm.

“He looks mad.”

Elena spares a glance. “He’s probably just confused,” she whispers.

“What are we talking about?” Damon asks, also whispering.

You wrinkle your nose, but give Elena a nod to let her tell him.

“Y/N’s finally acting on her little crush.”

“Eugh,” the man reacts, “on Kai?”

“Mhm.”

“Not just gonna let it die out? Give it a week or two, I promise, it’ll die out.”

“Damon!”

“And why are you encouraging this?” He asks his girlfriend.

“Y/N could be good for him. She’s been curiously crushing on him for weeks, it hasn’t ‘died out’ at all, and maybe she could help him. Besides, it’s not that far off from you and I. Remember when you were the psychotic killer in town?”

Damon rolls his eyes. “But this is Kai. He’s a scrawny little, magic sucking, weasel-looking, chatterbox, and is quite possibly the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“That’s rude.”

“It’s true!” He exhales rather loudly. “Does Bonnie know?”

“I haven’t told her. Figured that wouldn’t go down well.”

“Smart. But you should.”

“I will, just not yet.”

“So what have you done? Why’s he look upset?”

Elena answers, “she’s anonymously paid for his drink twice now. We get the feeling Kai knows it’s someone in the bar, but neither of us know how much the bartender has let on.”

“That man is a secret-keeper extraordinaire. Kai knows nothing.”

You nod. “I need to steer off the alcohol path soon, but I don’t have any other ideas. Elena?”

Damon answers instead, “pork rinds. Or any food, really. But pork rinds especially. Went through a whole bag in a day in the prison world.”

Elena makes a face. “Maybe also, like… something he could wear. Or something that would remind him of you.”

“What about a ring? He wears a lot of those. I don’t know what could remind him of me.”

“Does he even know you exist?”

“Damon!”

Before you can react, Bonnie returns. “What’d I miss?”

“Y/N has a crush on Kai,” Damon says, smirking. “She’s trying to get his attention in miniscule ways through tiny little gifts.”

You plant your forehead into the table. A fraction of a second before you do, though, you see Bonnie’s eyes going wide.

“Y/N!”

“Please don’t.”

“Are you insane?”

“Please talk quieter.”

“Are you insane?” She whispers.

“She might be,” Damon offers.

“Guys, it’s not the worst thing that could happen. And I do think she can help him.”

“Help him? Elena-”

“Kai would be a much easier ally than enemy. Dating Y/N, or at the very least, being friends, would help with that. Plus, she likes him. It’s just like when I liked Damon.”

“And I didn’t support that either,” Bonnie reminds.

“I know, but you’re best friends now.”

“Are you suggesting Kai and I will be besties after a couple weeks? No. We won’t.”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all. Just… Kai will be around regardless if we want him or not. Y/N has had a crush on him for the last two months. Might as well give it a chance.”

“And if it doesn’t work out? If he attacks her?”

“He won’t! Just give it a chance, Bonnie.”

She glares at you, and you look up just a little.

“I’m not helping your little endeavor to get his attention, but I won’t actively work against it, either. Just… be safe.”

“Of course.”

“Damon, what are your thoughts?”

The man shrugs. “I just wanna see what happens.”

You glare at him, but then raise your head and smile at Elena. “Thanks, guys.”

“Get him a ring, Y/N. He mostly wears silver… which you probably already know.”

You giggle, then drop your attention down to your food to avoid her teasing.

In the meantime of finding the perfect ring, you give him a bag of his favorite snack, per Damon’s suggestion. He mentioned he ate them a lot, and even said the boy was snacking in their first interaction.

“He would chew them very loudly, it was so annoying,” he said, “so make sure you give it to him and high tail it out of there.”

“Oh I’m not sticking around at all, I’m ringing the doorbell and running.”

Your shyness earned a chuckle from the man.

And you do exactly that. Kai has nothing close to a schedule, but you’ve observed him well enough to know he’s usually in his apartment at three in the afternoon. It’s the time in between his morning walk, afternoon lurk, and nighttime drink. When you drop off the bag in your hands - a brown paper bag of pork rinds, with a posy of red gerbera flowers - you have to be quick to find a close hiding spot.

For the record, the flowers were your idea. Deciding which type was a little difficult. You and Elena went back and forth between gerberas and chrysanthemums for ten minutes, liking the deep, red shades in both. After a bit, the florist approached and helped. Ultimately, you liked the symbolization of ‘desire’ behind the gerberas, and Elena was convinced the daisy would make him smile.

After assembling the gift, you creep towards his door, knowing he’s often on edge and listening intently. You can hear his footsteps inside, along with sounds coming from a phone. For a moment, he laughs, but then his heavy boots retreat again.

You almost run away, filling your own head with thoughts. This is such a bad idea. This is cheesy. This is pointless.

But then Elena texts, “you better not be talking yourself out of it.”

You take a deep breath, put it on his doorstep, ring the bell, and then hurry to the stairs. Luckily, you have a knack of getting out of situations quietly; it’s a perk of being introverted and shy.

In the stairwell, you stop to try and hear his reaction. You don’t dare look up, but you do wait just a moment. Even from a distance, you can hear his excited reaction. He sounds like a little kid given Legos. It takes everything in you to not poke your head up and see.

His boots start to sound down the length of the hall, possibly looking for the person who left it, and you take that as your cue to leave. As tempted as you are to see him in this moment, you’re not quite ready to expose your crush.

Kai hears movement in the stairwell. He quickens his pace towards it, acknowledging whoever it is seems determined to keep their identity a secret. They should know he’s equally determined to learn who it is, though, and Kai always wins.

As you hurry around the corner, he catches a glimpse of your hair flying behind you. He bites his lip, fighting a smile. He could recognize your hair any day.

Instead of calling out, he keeps to himself. He’ll give you this victory today; he’ll let you think he’s still totally clueless, for both your sakes. You clearly aren’t ready to face him, and Kai kinda likes the game you’re playing. Besides, he needs more time to sort out his own feelings. He’s known he’s liked you for weeks, but knowing he might have a chance with you is a game changer. As confusing as it is to recognize he has a crush, he finds himself excited, too.

For the rest of the day, he takes to the couch with the pork rinds, and lets his mind run wild, thinking about you.

When you finally find the perfect ring, you really haven’t been looking at all. It catches your eye through a window of a jewelry store, while your best friends are debating on whether or not to go into the neighboring store. The four of you are having a much needed break from the chaos of your local town. It was Caroline’s idea to drive an hour away to somewhere new.

A foot away, you can hear their musings.

“I think I might just go in for a minute,” Elena says, “I feel like if I walk away, I’m gonna regret not at least looking at that shirt.”

“I’ll go in if you go in,” Bonnie nods to her, “mostly to get out of this loud entryway.”

“But after, we need to find fries. Like, seriously,” demands Caroline, for the third time.

“We will! Shirt first.”

“Fine!”

“Caroline,” you wave for her attention, “you know a lot about jewelry.”

“Yes I do,” she agrees, leaving to join your side as the other two go into the store.

“You know what I’m doing with Kai, right?”

She narrows her eyes and a suggestive smile forms on her lips. “Doing with him?”

“Not like that! I mean-”

“Calm down, I’m teasing. Yes, you’re trying to get his attention because you have a crush.”

“Right. Do you think he’d like this ring? ‘Cause like, I know he wears silver, but I don’t know if he’d care about the little sliver of green in there, but I happen to know a lot about crystals, and know that is malachite, but I also know he hates his name, so I don’t know if that would be well received, or if he’d be upset.”

Caroline lets you ramble. As soon as you’re done, she begins to giggle.

“What?!”

“You’re so overthinking this, it’s adorable!”

“Caroline!”

“I don’t think he’d be upset, I think he’d like it.”

“But do men even care about color in rings? What if he only wears silver ones and doesn’t want any color? Let alone a crystal with his name in it!”

“Omg, Y/N, calm down. You’re stressing yourself out over this. Do you want to go inside and ask to see it? Let’s do that.” She takes your hand and goes immediately to the counter. A moment later, you admire the ring in your hand. “It’s pretty,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah… What if he thinks I’m trying to propose or something?”

Before the girl can erupt in more laughter, the salesperson replies, “this isn’t an engagement ring, actually. Are you looking for those?”

“Oh no, not at all!”

“My friend here has a crush on a boy who wears similar looking rings-”

“Caroline!”

“-and she wants to get him one instead of just telling him she likes him.”

“Ah,” the woman smiles.

“And she particularly likes the green on this one.”

“Well this is actually a crystal known as malachite.”

You nod, “his name is Malachai.”

“That’s fitting!”

“You should get it,” Caroline nudges your shoulder.

“This is one of our less expensive rings, but that doesn’t mean the quality isn’t as good as others. The malachite is ethically sourced from Australia, and the ring itself is made here in the US,” she starts her spiel.

“Okay, I’ll get it.”

“Perfect. Size?”

“Uhhh…”

“Average size for men is 10.”

“He’s six foot,” you provide.

“We’ll do a 10. It’ll be easy to size if he needs to.”

“Okay.”

She goes to the back to pack it up for you, and meanwhile, Caroline snickers.

“What?”

“You’re adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Y’know, this is probably going to be the most expensive thing he owns.”

“It’s not even that much, Care.”

“Still… probably stole his other rings somewhere.”

You’d be upset at the accusation if it wasn’t most likely true. You whisper, “probably stole them off someone after killing them.”

She giggles. “And yet here you are, crushing on him.”

“Can’t help it. And you’re one to talk,” you refer to Klaus.

“This isn’t about me!”

“He wears rings, too. He might like that one over there.”

“Shush!”

The woman comes back and you both hush. “Here you go. That’ll be $43.50.”

You swipe your card. “Don’t tell Bonnie.”

Caroline snorts.

“She already thinks I’m insane for crushing on him.”

“This is quite the gift for a crush,” the woman mentions.

“Oh crush is a light term. Y/N won’t admit it, but she’s totally in love with him.”

“Care!”

“He likes her, too. But he’s just as shy about it as she is.”

“Stop talking,” you say through gritted teeth, face hot with blush.

“Well I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thank you. Have a good day.”

“You girls do too.”

Bonnie finds out immediately by way of pressing why you took so long in a jewelry store. Incidentally, she then becomes part of your plan in getting it to him.

The four of you decide you’re going to “run into him” by accident, where you’ll then present it as something you just “came across” in passing. It’s a horrible plan, but it’s the only one you have. And, it’s not entirely untrue, which will minimize the amount of stuttering you’d have while giving it to him.

At seven, Damon texts Elena that Kai had just sat down at the bar. He then calls her and loudly invites the four of them to dinner. Minutes later, you join the smirking vampire at his table.

“Nice shit plan you guys have.”

“Shh!” Caroline scolds, “it kinda needs to be shit if these two are ever going to actually talk to each other.”

Damon gets the point immediately. You’re too anxious to register Caroline’s words.

“Okay,” Elena turns to you, “I need a shot. Y/N, can you order a round?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t stutter!” Elena smacks her boyfriend. “Kidding,” he tells you.

You roll your eyes. As you near the bar, you take a couple deep breaths. Your friends watching this whole thing is certainly not helping your anxiety, but it’s now or never to act on this plan.

“Y/N,” the bartender nods as you slide up to the counter. You take the seat beside Kai, but don’t look at him yet. “What can I get you?”

“Five shots of bourbon, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kai bounces his knee nervously as he thinks of what to say to you. After a second, he blurts out, “hi.”

You face him. “Hi.”

“You here with someone or are all those shots for you?”

You laugh. “Nah, I’m here with all those,” you gesture to your friends.

Kai follows your hand. “Ah.”

“Hey, um…” three of your shots are poured. “I know you wear rings, and I saw this one the other day, and it looked like something you’d wear, maybe, I don’t know. But um,” you produce it from your pocket, “I got it for you anyway.”

The way his eyes light up warms your heart. He takes it gently and admires it.

“The green is malachite,” you say quickly, “I didn’t know if you’d like it, because I know you don’t like your name all that much, but still thought it was kinda cool.”

“It is cool,” he confirms, “I love it.” He slips it onto his right, middle finger, then smiles up at you. “And I like the malachite. Thank you, Y/N.”

“Your shots, Y/N,” the bartender hands you the five on a small plate.

“Thanks.” You turn back to Kai. “And, um, you’re welcome.” For a moment, you sit in silence, wishing you had the courage to confess, but you don’t. “I’m gonna go bring these to them.”

“Okay.”

You climb off the barstool, but of course stumble over one of the legs on your way down. Kai’s hands reach out to stabilize you. One grabs your shoulder; one’s under your arm, dangerously close to grazing your breast.

As soon as you’re stable, he pulls his hands away. “Sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t forget your shots.”

You smile, give him one more awkward “thanks”, then grab your shots and return to your table.

“Smooth,” Elena says immediately.

“Shut up.”

It’s been three days since you gave him the ring. You haven’t gone to the grill, nor seen him otherwise, partly in an attempt to avoid him. The ring was the first time you actually went up and talked to him, instead of indirectly giving him gifts or slipping in a hello during group conversations. And then, of course, at the end of your interaction, you managed to embarrass yourself. Kai was nice about it, which says a lot because he has little patience with most people, but you’re still embarrassed nonetheless.

So the next time you run into Kai, you’re not expecting it at all.

You’re in the kitchen of the boarding house with Elena, when one minute you look up, and he’s standing right across the counter from you.

“Well hello,” he greets, dimpled-smile wide.

Elena pops up from the floor, a cooking skillet in her hand that she just dug out from the lower cabinet. “Hello,” she greets questioningly.

“Hi,” you finally say. Short and sweet.

“What brings you here?” She nods to him.

“Bored. Wondering what’s going on in the big, giant mansion.”

“Just us cooking.”

“Ooh, fun. Y’know, I happen to be a pretty good cook.”

“Really? Prove it.”

You glance at Elena, silently cursing her for inviting him even closer to you. She smiles.

“Really?”

She nods at him.

“What were you making?”

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup.”

“Ah. I used to make that for my siblings’ lunch. There’s a spice you’ve got to add in the soup that you wouldn’t think about, but it makes all the difference.”

“Impress us. We’ll make the sandwiches.”

Kai starts on the stove, and all you can do is stare. His back is turned to you, but everytime he reaches, you get a glimpse of his hands. The veins on the back compliment his long fingers. Two rings adorn his left; one is on his right - yours. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight. He turns around suddenly. “Where’s your spice rack?”

Elena points to the pantry. “On the door.”

“Thanks.”

“I remember you saying you could cook when you kidnapped me. The memory’s starting to return.”

“Awh, I did say that, didn’t I?” He smiles. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

“Yeah… who taught you how?”

“My father, surprisingly.” As he moves back to the stove, Elena nods at you to retrieve the bread, butter, and cheese. You do, as she turns on the fire. “Taught me how to measure with my eye. Taught me what spices do best with what dishes. He was more of the cook than my mother.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she was busy wrangling six kids.”

“Were your siblings all close in age?” You ask, hoisting yourself on the counter. The more he talks, the more your confidence grows, even if just a little at a time.

He looks up at you before tending back to his soup. “When Liv and Luke were toddlers, the oldest aside from Jo and I was thirteen. Pretty close.”

You nod.

“Interesting to me that your dad did most of the cooking,” Elena says, “usually men make their wives do all the work, especially in the time you grew up.”

The boy smiles at her subtle prod at him being way older than he looks. The reminder makes you gulp and shift your legs.

“Yeah, well, he loved her. He would’ve done anything for her. They both did the chores around the house. Jo and I, too, if I was allowed. I mostly cooked, though. They put up a baby gate so the toddlers couldn’t crawl into the kitchen when I was in there; they trusted me that little.”

“Was that for a reason?”

“I siphoned them more when I was younger, sure. By the time I was sixteen-ish, I had mostly learned my lesson not to do that anymore. As a kid, though, it was hard to resist. Sometimes I’d still steal from my oldest younger brother when he’d piss me off. He wouldn’t tell because he knew he deserved it.” When Elena gives him a quizzical look, he explains. “Early nineties, we had a computer, and Joey was obsessed with this wizard game that my mother hated. She thought it was too violent. So he’d wake up really early in the morning to go play it and would always wake me up. He’d let me siphon so I wouldn’t tell on him.” Kai winks. “Sometimes, too, we’d roughhouse when we weren’t allowed. He would always start it. He’d come into my room and throw something at me, or would slap me for no reason. Or, would just stand in the doorway and stare. If I caught the upperhand, we’d wrestle on the floor until he apologized. Then he’d let me siphon so I wouldn’t tell mom that he went in my room, because he wasn’t allowed to do that.”

You both nod, somewhat understanding. Sibling stuff. It’s familiar, siblings coming into your room just to piss you off, and then bribing them not to tattle. Kai just happened to use his lack of magic as his bribe; desperate to have something he was born without, despite all his siblings having unlimited access. You couldn’t blame him, really, especially with his brother teasing him as much as he seemed to have.

Kai turns off the stove as his soup begins to bubble. He looks up at you again, then chuckles. “You look cute up there.”

Immediately, you blush hard. You tuck your knees up, resting them on the edge of the cabinet door below you. “Thank you.” It comes out in a whisper, and he replies with a wink.

“Bowls?”

Elena points to the cabinet beside you.

“Ah, great. Watch your head,” he mutters, opening the door. You duck a little as he reaches into it. His shirt rides up slightly, skin rubbing into the counter’s edge.

“Do you need help?” You ask, holding your hands out to grab a bowl.

“Yeah, thanks.” He hands you one after another, then shuts the door. Elena turns off the stove, then nods at him for plates. “Which one?”

“The one she’s blocking.”

“Ah.” You start to get down, but Kai insists, “no, I can work around you.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you duck and shift to the left. Within seconds, his body is centimeters from touching yours. The softness of his gray shirt brushes against your exposed knee. “Hold,” he hands you a plate. You take it and set it down, then grab the other two from him. “Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

As you recover, he starts to organize the dishes. Elena goes to the fridge for drinks, but then clicks her tongue. “Gotta go to the basement fridge. Out of coke in this one.” She winks. She’s gone before you can say a word.

Kai finishes his task, then comes back to your side. He puts a hand on your knee, his right one, and then offers a smile.

“I like my ring. Thank you for it.”

You force a smile as you try to calm your racing heart. “You’re welcome.”

“And the pork rinds, I enjoyed those.”

“I didn’t do that.”

He chuckles. “The shots, too. Plus the pretty little daisy.”

“I didn’t do that, either.”

“Oh come on, princess. Admit it.” You tense up at the nickname and he can see it. “You can’t hide from me anymore.” He hooks a finger under your chin, but you refuse eye contact.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t even know where to buy pork rinds.”

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to lie to me.” You blush even more at that and he smiles. “Y’know, the shade of those daisies reminds me of the blush on your cheeks.” He licks his lips. “You can’t deny it, just admit it.”

“Kai, I can’t.”

“Can’t what? What’s wrong?”

“What do you even want me to admit?”

He laughs, as if the question is crazy. “Admit that you did it. Gave me cute little gifts and paid my ever-growing bar tabs.”

You can’t help but smile a little. “Fine. I did. Happy?”

Apparently not. “Why?”

“What do you mean, ‘why’?”

“Why’d you do it?”

“I thought you just wanted to know if I did it.”

“I did, and know I want to know why.”

“Kai-” you start, whining. He’s still holding your chin and it’s getting harder to not look at him.

“I like the way my name sounds on your lips, cutie,” he whispers. “Why don’t you just admit it and I can put something else on your lips?”

You finally look at him, eyes wider than a mouse’s.

“Awwh, there you are. Hi.” You stare, speechless. “Can I ask you something?” You only nod. “Is it safe to assume you have a little crush on me? Is that the reason for all this?”

You shake your head ‘no’.

“No? Really? Find that hard to believe.”

“Kai-”

“Princess, this’ll be so much easier when you just admit it.” He cocks his head. “What if I told you I have a little bit of a crush on you too, hm? Would that affect you at all?”

“You do?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sweet, and shy, and just so cute. I mean, look at you. Perched on this countertop, and I could so easily grab you and hold you in my arms.” He smiles. “I’ve seen you moving around out of the corner of my eye. I know there’s a reason you’ve given me all these little gifts. Like this ring,” he shows it to you, “only you would care enough to do that. Not to mention the crystal inside it being part of my name.” You bite your lip in response and he grins. “See, I got you.”

“The food’s getting cold, we need to eat it.” You try to slide off the counter, but he catches your waist.

“Ah, ah, ah, not yet, little girl. Admit it first.”

“I already did!”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine!” You give in, “I might have a tiny, little crush on you. And I thought if I give you things, you’d notice me.”

He smiles, satisfied with his win. “There it is! You have a crush on me.” You don’t look at him. “For the record, I already noticed you. And I’ve been watching you since I arrived in this town. Your gifts only told me that you were interested, too.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So what now?”

“You could let me kiss you. I bet you taste sweeter than you look.” He runs a finger along your jawbone.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod.

Kai wastes no time pressing his body into your legs and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re so cute,” he mutters. Then, a second later, kisses you softly. Your lips part in pleasure before you start to kiss him back. He takes advantage of this, sucking your lower lip in between his teeth and making his next kiss more passionate. You let your hands rest on his chest, but don’t push him off. A couple seconds later, he breaks it off himself.

“Even sweeter than I could imagine,” he says cheesily.

“Really?”

He pinches your cheeks. “Perfect.”

“What’d I miss?” Elena appears in the doorway, three drinks in her hands.

Kai smirks. “All the fun.”

The girl knows immediately. “Finally?”

“Finally,” Kai confirms.

“Wait- did you two-?” You point back and forth. “Did you-?”

“Promise, I didn’t say a word to him!” Elena swears.

Kai agrees, “not a word between us. You’re just bad at keeping secrets.” He bops you on the nose.

“You suck.”

“And you’re adorable when you pretend to be mad at me.”

You pout in response, peeling yourself off the counter. Kai kisses your cheek as you pop off, making you blush.

“Sandwich time?” Elena asks, “I have a story about that ring that you would just love.”

“Oh, I’m definitely going to need to hear this.”

“No! Elena, don’t!”

The three of you take your sandwiches and soup into the dining room, and she tells the story anyway.

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #kai parker fluff

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polaroidpascal · 6 months ago

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morning brew || joel & frankie

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader x joel miller

summary : when you and Frankie wake up, you find that joel is missing from bed.

tags : fluff but allusions to smut, no use of y/n, frankie being sweet, joel being a goofy menace, all love and silly jokes with these three, fic cover is for vibes only, reader is you babe!!

WC : 619

a/n : this might be the stupidest little thing i've ever spat out, and i wrote it in all of like 15 minutes, maybe, simply bc i saw one of those "passed out a couple times but your dessert is ready!" memes. also bc i haven't been able to stop thinking about frankie or being in a throuple with him and joel 🫠 so enjoy this stupid nonsense ig 💀

Joel’s not in bed when you wake up.

Frankie has his arms wrapped around you, the two men having sandwiched you in the bed late last night as the three of you drifted to sleep. His hot breath fans across your skin, slow and sleepy as he dreams.

You turn in his hold to face him and he tries to nuzzle his face into your neck. You pepper kisses onto his forehead, his cheek, and wake him up with a kiss.

“Good morning, hermosa,” he says, voice hoarse with slumber as it rumbles through your ribcage.

“Good morning,” you say, planting another deep, slow kiss to his plush lips. His hands roam sweetly and gently against your soft, warm skin. And you let him, the sweet boy, caress every inch of your body he can find just because he loves you so much.

You pull away from the kiss and he meets you with a small protesting whine. “Joel’s not here…”

“Hm?” he mutters, eyes barely open. “Where’d he go?”

“I don’t know, I think we should go find him,” you say with a smile, a small one. One he meets as his eyes fully open and he throws the covers off of you.

The smell of coffee meets you before the image of him does. You walk down the hallway with Frankie trailing close behind you, his hand locked in yours. You round the corner and see Joel standing at his coffee pot donning nothing but a robe and his slippers, three mugs sitting on the counter before him.

He hears the floor shift beneath you and looks up, a smile blossoming on his face. “G’mornin’, sleepyheads. Made y’all some coffee.”

You and Frankie sit at the island together and cradle the mugs in your hands. You both sip and hum at the bitter bite of the coffee and the sweetness that lingers after.

“Mmm… so good, Joel. Thank you,” Frankie says with a sparkle in his eye and Joel winks at him. He smirks at that, then asks, “This tastes different... but good different. Did you use a different milk or something? Like, a new creamer?”

“Sure did,” he says with a nod. “Passed out, like, six times though.”

You both choke mid-sip and Joel stifles back a laugh.

“Y— you what?” you ask, nearly setting the mug down.

“Yeah, got up early ‘n everything to make it perfect for my two angels.” A positively shit-eating grin explodes across his face as he takes another slow, audible sip of his coffee.

You and Frankie turn to each other wide-eyed, then back to Joel before he erupts with laughter.

“Darlin’, relax. I’m just teasin’,” Joel manages between giggles. “Yes, I bought a new creamer.” He holds a hand over his stomach while he laughs some more.

The two of you let go of the breath you didn't realize you were holding, shoulders slumping and looking down into the cups in your hands. Frankie starts to chuckle first, looking at Joel and shaking his head before laughing harder.

It’s not long before the three of you are in a laughing fit in the kitchen, coffee abandoned as laughter and giggles fill the kitchen.

“Well, today is off to an interesting start,” you say, catching your breath.

“That’s one way to put it,” Frankie chimes in before nudging your arm.

“Yeah, sure is,” Joel agrees, pressing a hand to his stomach while he exhales deep. “Man, almighty. ‘M not gonna have enough energy left.”

You breathe a laugh out of your nose. “Yeah? Energy for what?”

He looks up again, unable to hide his goofy smile like he did before. “For the dessert I was gonna fix for y’all later.”

#joel miller #francisco morales #frankie morales #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #francisco morales fanfiction #francisco morales fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x f!reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you

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kenshiluvr · 1 year ago

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AAA SO I ACCIDENTALLY LOST THE ASK BUT I REMEMBER THE PROMPT!!

double agents

kenshi takahashi/reader

summary: kenshi needs to find sento, so he uses cage’s agent to get to it.

tags: kidnapping!!, slow burn(ish), not established relationship, reader crushing on kenshi, johnny being stubborn, kenshi being a bit flirty at the end

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽.* :☆ﾟ. ───

A bright, blinding light shines onto your face, making you squint and your nose scrunch up. “Ugh-“ you groan, your head hurting a little as you come to. “Wake up.” The stranger’s voice grunts, footsteps stopping before you. Looking up, you blink a few times, adjusting to the harsh light in your face. Before you is… a very attractive man. “Uh… hello?” You fluster a little, unsure as to why he’s kidnapped you. You’re a boring person, in your honest opinion… the only thing you’ve got going for you is that you’re Johnny Cage’s agent.

“The sword.” The stranger scowls, crossing his arms. “Im sorry?” You respond, brows furrowing with confusion. “Your boss has something of mine. I need it back. Where. Is. The. Sword.” He leans down, hands gripping the arms of the chair you’re tied to. “Sword? Look, dude… Johnny buys a lot of useless crap. You should ask him!” You sigh, leaning back in the chair a little. He smells of an expensive cologne, it makes you a little lightheaded… not because it’s strong but because he’s so hot…

The man huffs, backing off. “Useless.” He grunts, shaking his head. “Sento isn’t useless.” He turns back to you, narrowing his eyes. “Sento?” You question, examining him. “Wait-!” your eyes light up with realisation. “Sento? Like the sword Johnny blew three million on?” You ask, watching the stranger’s eyes soften a little bit. “Yes. I need it. It… belongs to my family’s ancestors.” He explains, stroking his wrist idly. “I thought Johnny said that… the sword’s previous owners were all dead..?” your brows furrow a little. “Not exactly… we’ve been in hiding.” The stranger sighs. “It’s a whole other story… I don’t wanna get into it.” He mutters, glancing away. “Where can I find the sword?” His gaze returns to you.

“In his home. He has it framed… but I doubt Johnny would… y’know… hand it over.” You shrug a little. The stranger hums. “Then I’ll take it from him. And you’re gonna help me.” He states, moving behind you to untie the ropes binding you. “Uhm… I don’t know-“

“Help me or I’ll leave you here.” He threatens, helping you to your feet. “And… sorry for hitting you over the head.” He adds on, his hand letting go of yours. You almost grab on instinctively when it slips away, but you remember yourself and lower your hand. “Um… i’m sorry- but… who are you?” You ask. He must already know who you are, he must of done research about yourself and Johnny. “I am Kenshi Takahashi.” He nods. “And don’t worry, I already know your name.” Kenshi winks; you feel your heart explode. “Uh- right! The sword. Yup… let’s go… steal from my boss.” You fluster a little bit. Kenshi chuckles. “Not stealing… just… repossessing.” He shrugs, leading you out of the room.

You find yourself in Kenshi’s car, staring at the mansion of Johnny Cage… your boss. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You murmur, listening to Kenshi hum. “Don’t worry. We’ll be in and out.” He assures you, glancing to you, then back to the mansion. You sigh, unsure as to whether or not you condone this. “Can’t you just ask for the sword back? Why do we have to steal it?” You ask, glancing to Kenshi. “Don’t be silly. He wont just give it back and you know it.” Kenshi sighs softly.

“He might…” you mutter in response. Kenshi huffs through his nose, chuckling briefly. A woman you recognise storms out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Whilst you see a fuming woman, Kenshi sees an opportunity to get in. “C’mon-“ he gets out of the car abruptly, prompting you to scramble out after him. Cris, Johnny’s spouse, spots you, and her brows furrow. “Who’s this?” She greets you, giving Kenshi a look over. “A- um… he’s a friend…” you smile sheepishly, hoping she’d believe you. “Hm… I’ve never seen him..” she crosses her arms suspiciously. “Ah- uh… yeah, he’s real busy- but I’m busy right now, see you later!” You grab Kenshi’s arm, dragging him inside. Cris sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Smooth,” Kenshi nudges you, and you sigh. “Shut up! You’re here to steal from my boss!” You whisper yell back, leading Kenshi through the expensive mansion. “Where’s the sword again?” He asks lowly, sneaking through the home with you. “It’s on the mantelpiece. He has it framed above it.” You whisper back. With no hesitation, Kenshi rounds a corner, spotting Cage, and his sword. “Hey.” He calls out, and Johnny turns. “Uh- hey?” The actor’s brows furrow. “Ah- hi, Johnny…. I can- explain..?” you shrug meekly. I better not get into trouble for this… I don’t even know this guy..! you think to yourself. “Okay…? who’s this?”

“Kenshi Takahashi.” Kenshi introduces himself curtly. “Your assistant, she’s real helpful. But that’s not why I’m here.” He shrugs, approaching Sento. “The sword. I need it,” he turns back to Johnny, who furrows his brows. “Uh- no, you don’t. I paid fair and square for that sword!” He argues. Kenshi sighs, looking to the sword once more. “That sword is important! It’s connected to my family… with it, I can free my family from the Yakuza…” he breathes out the last part, sighing. “Give it to me.” Kenshi demands, his gaze falling back onto the actor. “What?! No!” Johnny scoffs. “That sword is one of a kind! Besides, the family that owned it, they’re all gone man.” He shrugs. Kenshi hums. “Not quite… we’ve been in hiding.” He explains with a sigh. Johnny tuts, “I’m having trouble believing that…”

You clear your throat briefly, bringing attention back to you. “Hey, uh…” the tension is certainly rising between them, you can feel it. “Why don’t we just talk about this? I- I’m sure we can figure something out so everyone’s happy… right?” You gesture a little with your hands. Johnny shakes his head. “No can do, sugar. Unless this guy’s got three mil’ in his back pocket, I’m not giving that sword up.” He crosses his arms… ever so stubborn. “I have no problem taking it.” Kenshi straightens his back. He’s getting Sento, one way or another. “You’re not taking Sento. I paid for it.” Johnny scoffs. “But it belongs, rightfully, to me!” Kenshi argues. “Bullshit! Where’d you find this guy?” The actor turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Leave her out of this, this is between us now.” Kenshi steps closer, narrowing his own eyes at Johnny. “Give me Sento. Or I’ll be forced to take it in a less than savoury way.” He scowls. “Guys- can we just calm down? Maybe we can-“

“Not now,” Johnny waves you off. “Im gonna deal with this guy.” The actor scowls, squaring up with Kenshi; who is more than ready to fight. Kenshi spares you a glance, and a tiny wink. “Don’t worry. I’ll win this.” He teases… and you hate how easily this guy makes you blush.

#mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x you #kenshi x reader #kenshi x you #mk1 #| kenshiluvr

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vodika-vibes · 8 months ago

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could I have Fives with garnet at night? maybe meets the reader at 79s and saves them from a creepy dude?? if that doesn't vibe with you, make it whatever you want xx

You're Worth It

Summary: You should have known better than to come to the club with your friends, they always ditch you after all. Luckily, a handsome clone comes to your rescue.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

Word Count: 637

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted~

You need some new friends. The friends that you’ve been running around with since you were all in diapers are not the best friends you could have asked for. By any definition of the word.

Seeing as they ditched you as soon as they realized that they might hit it off with some of the people here.

Leaving you, all by your lonesome, to get cornered by a man who smells like a walking brewery.

He’s so drunk, in fact, that you’re not entirely sure what he wants. His words are all slurred together into a jumbled mess of words. Though you’re pretty sure he’s hitting on you.

That, or he’s trying to sell you speeder insurance.

You hold your hands up, trying to keep him from leaning into your personal space, and it’s…not working.

You’d sell your right arm for one of your friends to notice that you’re in need of a rescue. But you can’t even see any of them.

“Ah, there you are!�� A strong arm slings around your shoulders and you’re tugged into a broad chest, “Honestly, babe, you can’t just wander off like that.”

You blink, bewildered, at the man standing slightly in front of you. A clone, with a five tattooed on his forehead. He’s handsome, but then, all of the clones are, and has a rakish grin on his face.

“Sorry,” You say automatically, and his grin softens before he tosses a wink in your direction, “I got turned around.” You add.

“Totally understandable, there’s a bunch of people here.” He squeezes you a little tighter, “Excuse us, we need to get back to our table.”

The drunk man slurs something, and apparently your savior speaks drunk, because he doesn’t look the least bit confused.

“You’re very drunk, you should probably go for a walk. Get some fresh air.”

The drunk man rears his fist back as though he’s about to punch the man standing slightly in front of you. And you hazard a glance at the clone, he looks bored, and you feel a little silly for being so worried about him.

The man protecting you, moves slightly and nudges you to the side as the drunk man finally throws his punch, and ends up toppling to the floor. “Um…”

“Come on, leave him be. Someone will come and take care of him.” He ushers you away from the toppled man, and then grins at you, “Fives.”

“Beg pardon?”

“My name. It’s Fives.”

“Oh!” You hurriedly introduce yourself, and his smile widens. He really is very handsome. And apparently you’re a little more out of sorts than you thought because those very words fall from your lips.

Fives’ grin widens, “Thank you. I happen to think you’re stunning too.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t use the word stunning.”

“But you meant it though, I can tell.” Fives winks at you, and tugs you onto the dance floor, “Now, because I saved you from that awful drunk man, you should dance with me.”

“Is that right? Is this your payment?”

“Sure. But I’d do it anyway.”

You frown at him thoughtfully, even as you slide your arms around him, allow him to tug you closer, “You could have been hurt. What if he had a weapon?”

“Well, better I got hurt than you.” Fives replies with a small grin.

“No one is worth that!”

“I disagree. You clearly are.”

You’re struck silent by his sincerity, and his grin softens, “Now, let’s dance. And then, maybe, if you’re interested, we can go and get some caf?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, “...there’s a cafe not far from here that sells the tea that I prefer-” You offer hesitantly.

“Sounds like a plan to me. But first we have to dance.”

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years ago

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Prettiest One

Summary: Dean's leg is broken and they've given him lots of morphine for the pain. What secrets will he reveal to Y/N?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Bit of Dean crack. Silly, drugged up Dean. Soft!Dean. Adorable!Dean. Lots of fluff. And a kiss.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,339

A/N: So, I saw this post and was reminded just how much I love this scene. Dean saying, "Hey look! Monster broke my leg." Is one my favourite Dean lines - it's just so ridiculously adorable.

So, it got me thinking what would have happened if the woman Dean was crushing on, came in when he was vulnerable and not all there. Thus this idea was born. Wrote this fast, sorry for any mistakes. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

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Y/N hurried through the long hospital corridors, ignoring the antiseptic smells and the incessant beeps and soft conversations happening around her. She just wanted to see Dean and make sure that he was alright. Sam had texted her to say Dean was injured on a hunt, but that he was recovering.

Y/N texted back that she was on her way. Sam called her then, to reassure her that everything was fine; it was just a broken leg, and she didn't have to make the three hour drive to the Chicago hospital Dean was in.

But Y/N had ignored that advice, determined to be of some help to the boys if they needed her. If Dean was gonna be out of commission for a couple months, Sam might need an interim partner.

That's what she told herself and what she planned to tell the boys. But the truth was, she just needed to verify, with her own eyes, that Dean was okay. He's my friend - I just care about my friends. She thought defensively, ignoring the little voice that was insisting that it was much more than friendly concern she felt for Dean Winchester.

She rounded the corner of his unit and approached the nurses station. The harried nurse behind the desk looked up at her and Y/N smiled.

"Ace Frehley?" She asked, using the alias Sam told her Dean was going by for this hospital stay.

The nurse pointed down the hall. "615." She said before picking up a ringing telephone.

Y/N walked down to the room and knocked quietly on the partially open door, not wanting to disturb Dean if he was sleeping, but just as she was pushing the door open she heard Dean loudly proclaiming his opinion on…Batman?

"Nnnn no no no, Sammy I'm telling you that’s wrong. Cause…cause, how? Ya know, how does Joker even stand a chance against Batman? Like, he's just a guy with, like…a face! Ya know?"

"Sure, Dean." Sam said, clearly placating his brother.

But Dean wasn't listening anyway. "But Batman has the…the bats, and bat…things! The…you know…" He mimed something that looked like he was throwing an object. "You know?" He asked Sam again.

"Uh huh." Sam said clearly exasperated and mostly ignoring his brother’s ramblings..

"Hey!" Y/N said gently and Sam turned in his chair.

He stood up and gave her a hug. "Y/N! Hey! I told you you didn't have to come."

Before Y/N could respond Dean caught her eye and winked at her.

"Hey, Dean! How are you feeling?"

He looked down at his leg covered in a cast from the middle of his thick thigh to the bottom of his foot.

"Monster broke my leg." He said solemnly. "But they gave me lots of morphine."

"Did they?” Y/N glanced back at Sam as she approached the head of Dean's bed. “How much morphine?"

"Lots." Sam mouthed back.

Y/N stifled a smile as she sat in a chair beside the bed and Dean's face lit up.

"You look like the prettiest one." He said, with a sloppy smile.

Y/N smiled quizzically. "The prettiest one of?"

"The hunters." He nodded, and then raised his finger to his lips. "Not supposed to talk about it."

"Hunting?" She asked.

Dean shook his head firmly. "No, the prettiest one."

Y/N looked back at Sam for an explanation, but he just shrugged. "Sorry, I'm not very fluent in Stoned Dean."

Dean grabbed Y/N's wrist and shook it to get her attention back on him. "No, but she looks just like you. The same eyes, and flowy hair, and the mouth I like." He sighed deeply. "I just wanna kiss her."

He flopped back onto his pillows like a lovesick schoolgirl and Y/N could feel herself blushing.

"Ah…Dean?" Sam started to warn him, but Dean looked back at Y/N and grabbed her hand again.

"You look like her, will you give her a message?"

"Um…"

"Her name is Y/N. Tell her she's the prettiest one. And I want to kiss her." He snapped his fingers. "Ooh, and tell her I'm a good kisser. Look!"

Before Y/N could blink Dean yanked her forward across his chest and planted his lips on hers. Sam jumped forward and pulled Y/N out of his brother's grip, but not before Dean proved that, stoned or not, he really was (as she'd always suspected) a very good kisser.

"Jesus, Dean." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "Would you sober up? This is Y/N you idiot! She's just here to see how you're doing. Could you stop groping her?"

Y/N bit into her lip as some semblance of realization seemed to dawn on Dean's face. "Oh shit! You ARE the prettiest one! You're here! Can you say sorry!! For the other kissing. I only wanna kiss you."

Y/N stifled a laugh behind her hand as Sam slapped a hand across his face, "Oh, for fucks sake.." he mumbled.

But Dean's face was so sweetly concerned, he looked like a little boy who was worried he was in trouble.

She sat beside him on the bed, facing him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly and briefly. "Don't worry, Dean. The pretty one is very flattered and just fine with the kisses." She leaned a bit closer. "The pretty one would actually really like to continue the kisses when you're…feeling better."

Dean shook his head. "No, not the pretty one. The PRETTIEST one." He clarified.

Y/N nodded with a blush. Dean waved her forward conspiratorially. She came close and he whispered in her ear.

"I think maybe it's you." His voice was soft, but low and in spite of his loopiness Y/N felt her stomach tighten in response.

She pulled back and his face was so beautiful and adorable at the same time that she couldn't help booping his freckled nose.

"Actually, I think the prettiest one might be you."

Sam cleared his throat and grabbed up his jacket from the back of his chair. "And I'm gone." He said, grinning. "Call me when he's normal again. I'm definitely gonna wanna bust his balls over this one."

Y/N nodded, smiling wide. "Will do."

She spent the next hour or so having nonsensical conversations about Batman, Thunder Cats, The Golden Girls and Dr. Sexy, M.D.

Finally Dean dozed off in the middle of a sentence and Y/N smiled tenderly and gently covered him with his blanket. She stretched out alongside him in the bed, and was soon dozing too.

She woke up a while later to a groan from Dean. She sat up quickly to see what was wrong. He was rubbing his eyes and then dragged his hand down over his mouth before giving her a slightly suspicious look.

"Did I…" He closed his eyes. "Did I kiss you and call you pretty?"

Y/N grinned. "Actually, you said I was the prettiest one."

Dean closed his eyes and nodded. "Dear God.” He said under his breath. “Sorry! They gave me a lot of morphine. Is there any chance you could forget that?"

When she didn't answer immediately, he cracked open one eye to see her biting her lip.

"Do you really want me to forget? Was it just morphine-induced insanity? Or…?"

She let the question hang there and Dean took a long time before he breathed out deeply and answered.

"Fuck it. No, it wasn't morphine induced. I mean, it was, obviously. I don't remember everything I said, but I promise you that's not the way I wanted to tell you that you're beautiful, and that I can't get you out of my head. But…

He slipped his hand into her hair to grip the back of her head and pull her close. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her lips, "and I can't get you out of my head."

Y/N shrugged. "Then don't try."

Dean smiled into the kiss. "Whatever you say, Prettiest One."

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harrywavycurly · 1 year ago

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Eternal Obsession Part 2: Questions

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of blood and obsessive behavior

Tag List: @dream-a-little-nightmare @josephquinnsfreckles @chickenandsheep-blog @sweetmoonlove0214 @justheretoreadleavemealone @eddiesgirlforever @ali-r3n @joantje @mrsjellymunson @munsons-mayhem28 @manda-panda-monium @cherrymedicine13 @hazydespair

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this it kinda gives you some answers to how Eddie lives his life and also I’m curious who y’all think the vampire(s) are that hunt still?👀

“What about the sun?” You ask over your shoulder as Eddie follows you down the candy aisle of the mini mart.

“Well let’s see it’s a star,” Eddie states as he watches you toss in a bag of mixed sour candy into the cart. “And not only is it a star it’s the only star in our solar system and it’s also just the biggest object in it.” You roll your eyes as you stop walking so you can turn around and glare at Eddie who is staring at the back of a box of skittles with a slight look of confusion and disgust on his face. “Kinda reminds me of you.” His face turns so he’s looking at you and he raises an eyebrow at your face.

“Excuse me? Skittles remind you of me?” Eddie laughs at your question as he shakes his head causing some of his hair to fall out of the bun he has most of it loosely secured in. Even though it’s only been two days since he met you in the middle of the woods he already knows you well enough that he can tell you’re offended by the idea of a sugary chewy treat making him think of you so he’s quick to reassure you.

“The sun.” He corrects as he reaches to grab a box of chocolate covered peanuts off the shelf. You can’t help but stare at him as he tosses the candy into the cart, he quickly rolls the sleeves of his flannel up allowing you to see a few of his tattoos that he has randomly splattered on his forearms and you momentarily lose your train of thought as your eyes roam up his arms towards his chest that’s practically on full display since he has the top three buttons of his shirt undone. “You’re the only star in my universe…and by far the biggest and most important part of it as well.” His voice snaps you back to reality and Eddie just chuckles and shoots you a playful wink as your cheeks get hot.

“You have to stop saying things like that.” You mumble as you turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment of getting caught staring at him.

“Does it upset you?” All of a sudden Eddie is right behind you with his hands gently resting on your hips. “If it upsets you then I’ll gladly stop.” He adds before he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“No.” You huff, annoyed at how you can’t lie to him and you begin the think that not even if your life depended on it would you be able to tell him even the smallest of lies. It’s just one of the many effects he has on you and it’s probably the one you hate the most.

“Good..I’d hate to be the reason you’re upset.” You know he’s telling you the truth as his arms wrap around your middle. “Now what is it you want to know about the sun my darling?” He asks as he places a quick kiss to your neck before he stands up straight and turns you in his arms so he can look down at you with a smile.

“Does it hurt you?” You feel silly the moment the words leave your mouth and you try to hide your face in your hands but Eddie is quick to grab them and hold them in his much larger ones.

“It’s slightly uncomfortable if it’s on my bare skin but it doesn’t really hurt but I still choose to be covered up…most of the time.” He answers before he places little kisses to your knuckles. “It can’t kill me if that’s what you’re really wondering? I won’t burst into flames or anything.” You want to laugh at yourself for even assuming the sun would kill him like it does to vampires in the movies but you figure might as well get all the other questions out of the way.

“Do you sleep in the ground or in a coffin?”

“Neither I sleep in a king sized bed..it’s quite comfortable actually I think you’d like it.”

“Garlic?”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“Interesting.” Eddie laughs as he brings your hands to cup his face, something you’ve come to notice he does when he just wants to feel the warmth of your skin.

“You can ask me…I don’t mind.” He’s staring into your eyes almost as if he’s reading your thoughts as he speaks. You try to look away but you don’t have it in you to break the eye contact because the deep chocolate brown color of Eddie’s eyes is comforting as it makes you feel like it’s just the two of you and the rest of the world has melted away.

“What do you…eat?” Eddie smiles as he turns his head so he can place a kiss to the palm of one of your hands.

“Am I really the first vampire you’ve met?” Eddie doesn’t mean to ignore your question but he is suddenly coming to realize that all the questions you’re asking are ones someone would ask if they’ve never come across someone like him before.

“I’ve met one before just…uh didn’t spend a lot of time with him.” You look down at your feet as the memory of the first vampire you met comes flooding into your mind. Eddie frowns when you drop your hands from his face, he notices your whole mood has shifted and he instantly feels an odd sensation take a hold of him.

“Who was it?” His tone is harsh and it makes you flinch as you take a small step backwards so you can turn and face the cart that’s now half full of candy and other random junk food.

“Steve Harrington.” You whisper his name almost afraid that if you say it too loud he’ll just magically appear. Eddie’s hands instinctively ball up into fists as soon as Steve’s name escapes your lips.

“Did he-”

“He didn’t hurt me Eddie.” You turn to face him and you’re startled as just how upset Eddie is at the mention of Steve. “He was just an asshole that’s all.” You try to reassure him as you reach for one of his hands but he is quick to move out of your reach.

“Just…give me a moment sweetheart.” He raises his hand up so you don’t try to get any closer, you watch his eyes go from pitch black back to their normal warm brown as he rolls his shoulders a few times and tilts his head side to side as if he stretching but you know he’s just trying to get a grip on his temper.

“How long have you been twenty one?” The corners of Eddie’s lips twitch at your question as you take a small step closer to him. He knows what you’re doing and he appreciates the distraction because at the moment all he can think of is finding Steve and ripping his head off for getting to meet you before him.

“Almost forty years.” He answers making you just nod as he opens his arms in preparation for you to close the gap between the two of you. You rest your head on his chest as your arms wrap around his middle in a tight hug.

“So you’re like what? Almost sixty?” He just chuckles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Something like that.” He mumbles as you rest your cheek on his chest. “You know I’m always going to protect you right? Even if sometimes it’s me who you need protection from.” You just nod in response because there’s only a few things you know for sure about Eddie and one of them is that he will stand between you and anything or anyone he deems dangerous.

“You can say it.” Your voice is soft as Eddie’s hold on you tightens. “I know you like saying it.” You add as you rub little circles with your fingertips on Eddie’s back.

“I don’t want to upset you.” He says before he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“It doesn’t upset me.” Eddie leans away so you can lift your head and look up at him. “I just don’t want to upset you when I don’t say it back.” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You could never upset me.” You feel your cheeks get hot as Eddie gives you one of his best smiles that makes you thankful his arms are already around you, holding you up. “Besides you’ll say it back eventually.” You want to laugh and roll your eyes but deep down you know he’s right.

“Oh just say it already so we can move on to the next aisle.” You try to tease him but the way he’s looking at you makes all the playfulness leave your voice making it sound almost as if you’re begging for him to say it. Eddie just smirks as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“I love you.” You feel your knees begin to feel shaky as his smooth deep voice fills your ears. He just smiles before he places a kiss just below your ear before placing another one on your cheek. “Now back to your question…I get my blood fix the same place most of the vampires in Hawkins do…the pharmacy.” Eddie answers as he ticks a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“The what?” Your eyes are wide and your eyebrows are raised making Eddie laugh as he places his hands on your hips.

“The pharmacy…it’s on Main Street and they sell everything we need to survive without actually having to uh..drink from-“

“Humans?”

“I get my supplements there and I did try the bloody shake mix and it’s disgusting but people love it…I just stick to the capsules and the fake synthetic stuff when I need to feel like I’m actually drinking-“

“Someone’s blood.”

“Not someone..I used to just drain animals before I found the pharmacy.” You just nod as you try to take in all the information Eddie has just shared with you.

“What do you mean most of the vampires in Hawkins?” Eddie’s eyes go dark as he looks away from you.

“There’s still ones out there that like to hunt down their food.” You feel a shiver go down your spine as Eddie’s grip on you tightens.

“Steve?” You swear you hear a low growl bubble up from Eddie’s chest as you say Steve’s name.

“Him and his little group of assholes are too dumb to be able to get away with hunting don’t worry.” You know he’s trying to reassure you but now you’re curious as to who in Hawkins is still draining humans for their blood and getting away with it.

“Then who?” Eddie just lets out a sigh as you loosen your hold around his middle, he knows you’re just curious but he doesn’t want to tell you anything that could get you caught up in something dangerous. “You’re not going to tell me are you?”

“Come on my darling we have a party to shop for.” You roll your eyes as Eddie places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hands from your hips and yours fall from around his middle. He steps behind the cart so he can push it further down the aisle, tossing a few bags of random assorted candy into the cart as he goes.

“That wasn’t nice.” You mumble as you cross your arms over your chest as you walk a few steps behind Eddie. He stops walking and before you can even react his hands are cupping your face and his lips are only a few inches from yours.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but it’s for your own good.”Before you can argue he places a quick kiss to your lips. “Please forgive me.” His eyes are staring into yours as his breath fans across your face.

“Okay.” You sigh as Eddie smiles before his lips are on yours again but this time you wrap your arms around his neck before he can even think of pulling away from you.

“Greedy little thing.” He teases a few moments later once he is able to gently pry your arms from around his neck after pulling away from the kiss, while he would love nothing more than to stand here with your lips on his he has to have some sort of self control. “Now come on we have caused enough of a scene in this aisle let’s go cause a ruckus in the frozen section.” You raise an eyebrow as you turn your head and see three women standing in the aisle all with red faces and wide eyes.

“Oh god.” You huff as your face quickly matches theirs making Eddie laugh as he goes back to pushing the cart. “By the way no one says ruckus anymore.” You tease while Eddie just chuckles as you catch up with him and toss a box of skittles into the cart.

“Got it I’ll add that to the list of uncool things to say.” You laugh as the two of you head down the next aisle. “I love you.” Eddie looks over at you as the three words come out of his mouth just as you reach and grab a loaf of bread off the shelf.

“I know you do.” You state with a smile as you place a kiss to his cheek making him smile as you put the bread on the top of the mountain of candy in the cart. You know when Eddie tells you he loves you he means it with every single part of himself. While you can’t say it back just yet you know there’s going to be a time when you can and that just gives you something to look forward to because you know that day is going to be sooner rather than later but either way you know Eddie isn’t going anywhere.

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mercurysnotes · 9 months ago

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Mixtape | No One Like You

Eddie Munson x reader

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[confession] [seeing eddie at a show and you’re in the audience] [you are invited to his trailer cause his uncle was out] [play fighting] [he gives u a mixtape] [silly lil oneshot..with a small bonus] [if i missed a tag lemme know~]

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The bar smelled of old carpet and cigars that were smushed into the ground. Dim lights would only illuminate the stage as it bounced from the chairs and tables. Rummaging through my bag I pulled out my fake ID card praying they wouldn’t question it. Eddie walked towards the bouncer, placing his hand on their shoulder and said “They’re with me...” and gave me a quick wink. My face flushed as I lowered my head passing the bouncer who never let their eyes off me.

“Thanks...” I said to Eddie as he was now a bit further up with his back towards me.

“No problem. I gotta get ready now, see you after.” He said shooting corny fingers guns leaving as fast as he came. I weaved around the chairs to find table that was close enough to the stage but wasn’t so obviously close enough for him to notice me quickly. As the set began, the lights slightly dimmed for an even more dramatic start.

I could feel the beat of the drums through the chipped worn-out floorboards. The strums of the guitars flowing through my veins as I couldn’t help but slightly head bang along with Eddie. Corroded Coffin was playing a song from Megadeth, yet I couldn’t put my finger on the exact song.

Eddie and I have been friends for little over half a year. We met by him asking me to join his new DnD campaign. I didn’t know anything about stuff like that, I guess I was the type to look the part. Just wearing a different band t-shirt and jeans almost every day. Yet, something about it made Eddie come to me that day and ever since we’ve been inseparable.

Back on the set, I could see the way Eddie and his other band mate, Gareth, were shredding with all their might. The way the beads of sweat glistened down their faces as their passion continued to shine.

“You take a mortal man and put him in control.”

“And watch him a God, watch people’s head a roll.”

They sang as I couldn’t bring my eyes to tear away from Eddie when he grabbed the

microphone. A little after the song had concluded, Eddie and his bandmates would finish their act with a different song they haven’t performed yet. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Since it felt as though it was such an exclusive moment to be shared with you and the other patrons of the bar.

After the finale song, Eddie was out back taking a quick smoke break as I decided to wait for him to get back. Seeing the other bandmates come out first I went to them to compliment them all on their performances.

“Thanks for coming out!” Jeff says with a toothy smile as he looked around at the other members so they could agree. I said of course and asked if Eddie was going to come out soon. They just said that it shouldn’t be long. The rest of the band went to the bar, and I couldn’t help but sit at the same table I watched the show, softly doodling on a napkin with a spear pen I found in my jean jacket.

“Hey there, sweetheart” Eddie said, and I quickly shot my head up with a large smile. “Oh, Eddie you were so good!!! And I don’t just say that cause you’re my friend.” I said with a smirk leaning and poking his chest. “Yeah yeah, I know, thanks for coming out. Seriously.” he said with his toothy grin and eyes morphing into being more sincere. All I did was teasingly humph and walk over to join his bandmates to grab a drink. Eddie couldn’t help but follow behind like a lost puppy.

✧.*

After a few drinks and a lot of laughs, the band decided it was best to call it a night. Luckily, they all managed to make it home safely and Eddie turned his head to me.

“So..how you are getting home?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head making the lose crazy curls softly land on his face. “Well...I was probably just gonna walk home like how I got here...it’s not too far..” I started leaning back onto the bar counter taking in the calm energy.

“Why don’t you come and hang with me for a bit at my trailer..my uncles not home so it’s not too much of a burden..unless you don’t want to of course-” He said with a soft tone almost as if he was nervous I would reject his offer. “Sure.” I said so fast it cut off the end of his sentence. All he did was smile and get up to grab his things. I happily followed him and made my way to his van.

A short drive after we made it to the trailer park that Eddie lived in and pulled into his driveway. I tried to get out before Eddie quickly yelled, ‘Nope don’t move’ and he made his way to my side of the van and dramatically opened the door saying ‘Malady’. I could only giggle in response with a medieval time accent ‘thank you kind sir’ taking his hand and stepping down.

Eddie opened the door and throw his jean jacket on the couch and said, “Make yourself at home!” and continued to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Is all you drink, beer?” I said with another teasing tone that hasn’t seemed to leave since I first saw him again after his gig. “Is all you do, being a nerd?” He said thinking that would affect me only making me hysterically laugh. “That couldn’t be even more ironic coming from you” I said between gasping for air between my chuckles. “Ha. Ha” Eddie said rolling his eyes taking his first sip.

✧.*

Some more time has passed leaving it to be around 12 in the morning. Not feeling tired I asked Eddie if he’d want to just watch a movie until we fell asleep. He agreed and plopped a movie in and grabbed blankets and pillows, throwing one to my head. “Oops” he said with a devilish grin, and I pouted grabbing the pillow throwing it back hitting him. “Oh, it’s so on!” I squealed and lunged at him with a spear pillow that he brough over. We continued to wrestle, hitting each other back and forth. I then grabbed a spear blanket trying to wrap him up with no use. Somehow as we were both panting from the lack of stopping, I found myself straddling him on the ground holding a pillow above my head ready to strike. As realization sets, I quickly got up apologizing.

“Oh, jeez sorry didn’t mean to get so caught up in it...” I said slightly flushed hair now all messed up trying to brush it down with my hand, not making as much eye contact. Eddie only sat up from the ground propping himself with his hands and looked at me with starry eyes. “Nah, don’t apologize I started it...self-defense” he said with that stupid toothy grin again holding his hand up mimicking the scouts honor salute. I rolled my eyes and pulled my head back falling onto my back. I started to giggle as my hands went to cover my face. We were both still on the floor, me lying on my back and Eddie’s legs crossed watching my laugh. As I continued to laugh, Eddie seemingly got up and made his way to his room. I noticed and turned my head from the ground and watched him leave the room.

“Where you goin’??” I shouted slightly so he heard from the other room. “I just remembered something!!” He replied with the same volume and finally made his way out with something in his hand. I finally propped myself up sitting cross-legged and watched Eddie sit back down the same manner. “So, uh...I just thought I’d give this to you now before I forgot again...” He said just plopping it in my hands with no second thought.

“Think of it like an early…birthday gift.” He continued and fidgeted with his metal rings. “Oh..thank you Ed you really didn’t have too.” I said, looking up at him and taking his hand in mine. A moment passed of me holding his hand and I quickly took it back fearful of what he thought and began to examine the gift. It seemed to be a mixtape that said ‘Love’ and nothing else. I couldn’t help but tilt my head in confusion asking why the title said love.

Eddie bashfully looked around trying to find and answer scratching the back of his neck nervously. “How about I take you to my room to listen to it...I have a Walkman and headphones, I’ll let you listen in there...” He said almost frantically grabbing my wrist, dragging me to his room. As if in a quick secession, I was sitting alone on Eddie’s bed, with the said headphones and Walkman playing Eddie’s ‘Love’ mixtape. The first song that started to play was, “No One Like You” from Scorpions. Which was the first song Eddie introduced me to since I asked him if I were a song, what would it be.

That’s strange, why would this be the first song to a mixtape named Love for me, for my birthday.

“There’s no one like you, I can’t wait for the nights with you.”

“I imagine the things we do.”

“I just wanna be loved by you.”

I blinked. I continued to listen carefully, trying to understand and comprehend the lyrics as best I could. Does this mean what I think it means. I had to listen to the rest of the playlist. Was he showing me all the romantic rock songs cause he’d think I’d like it? So many thoughts were running through my head and before I could continue to spiral, Eddie opened the door to check in on me. “So...what did you think...?” He said still fidgeting with his silver rings. I looked up to see him make his way to the bed, taking a seat. “I did like it...I’m just wondering why you added ‘No One Like You’ by the Scorpions knowing that I already have their song taped?” I said confused and Eddie just chuckles from the question.

“Why am I not surprised for how oblivious you are” he said holding his stomach with more of his giggles leaving his mouth. “Huh??” I questioned even more confused.

“Did you listen to the lyrics?” He said and I just nodded. “Well, hell, it’s how I feel about you, dork.” He said with an even larger toothy grin than he has ever had before. My body froze, blinking ever so slightly and my blood rushed towards my cheeks. Eddie only sat patiently and silently waiting for a response watching the way my eyes darted with thoughts and memories playing behind my eyes.

Finally looking up stars in my eyes and slow grin rising on my face. I lunged to Eddie, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, giving him a huge hug. I felt the way Eddies chest moved as he giggled from the contact, and I continued to lay on his chest with my arms tightly hanging on.

“Oh Eddie..I’ve felt the same way since you first spoke to me!” I whispered into his shoulder burring my face into his hair taking in his wooden cologne. His hands were lightly resting on each side of my waist.

He finally propped himself up making me somehow manage to find my way sitting on his thigh and continued to snuggle into his shoulder. “Is it...alright if I kissed you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly placing his calloused fingers on my chin, bring it up to make eye contact with him. “Yes...” I said leaning into his lips and our lips synced with one another.

Bonus:

After the sweet confession, Eddie promised me on a date to go to the aquarium that was just a couple miles away since I’ve been begging to see it with someone. I couldn’t have been more ecstatic, and we went back to the living room to continue watching the movie as his large hands wrapped around my body snuggling in my soft body. Slowly after falling asleep together on the couch.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #friends to lovers #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #poc reader #eddie munsion my beloved #first fic #one shot #bonus #Spotify

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bg-brainrot · 1 year ago

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The Smut Peddlers of Sharess' Caress (Astarion x Tav)

In honor of spontaneously deciding to add a part 2 to this silly little fic, posting part 1 on tumblr.

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: The group finds smut about you (Tav) and Astarion. Hijinks ensue.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Humor, lots of innuendos, shadowheart loves smut, karlach doesnt read but will make an exception for this, there is no smut, nothing against smut we love smut in this house

Word count: ~2.5k

Your group is in Wyrm’s Crossing on this bright Baldurian day. You originally were just planning on returning various parts of a certain clown to the circus, but on your way back to the Lower City you get waylaid easily and find yourselves in Sharess' Caress. Everyone is used to your aimless wandering at this point, so Astarion, Karlach, and Shadowheart follow in tow without question.

While you have no strict purpose in visiting, you do want to check-in with Mamzell Amira to make sure that no one has been troubling her since you dealt with her missing girl. The brothel seems unchanged from the last time you visited, and you walk up to its proprietor with a wave.

“Why if it isn’t the hero with a penchant for whips,” she smiles at you warmly. “What can I do for you? Anyone I can get for you, or are you here for the latest erotic verse? I thought you might find it quite… scintillating.”

You shrug off her suggestions, “Nothing in particular, just wanted to make sure no one was bothering you after that assassin.”

“Oh, we’ve been doing just peachy, thanks to you,” she says. “Though I hear you never took me up on your boon, the Drow twins have been awfully upset about it.”

Chancing a brief glance at Astarion, you find him looking surprisingly unconcerned at the mention of the Drow twins. He had been uncomfortable before, which is all you had needed to hear to put an end to that conversation. “Yes, thank you so much for your generosity, but I haven’t found myself in need of your services,” you reply, remaining light in your tone.

“It certainly seems like it,” she purrs, and you’re not sure what to make of her comment before she continues. “Well, I hate feeling indebted to anyone. What do you say you look through the shelves of our erotic literature and pick some out, free of charge. You may even find some inspiration.” She winks at you conspiratorially, as if Astarion isn’t watching the entire conversation unfold.

Karlach giggles behind you and whispers, ”Oooo, I might actually pick up reading if it’s that inspirational.”

You clear your throat a bit and say, “I’ll take a look. I wouldn’t want to make you indebted to us.”

Mamzell Amira points you in the direction of the bookshelves, and your group files off toward them. Astarion is giving you a sidelong look as he says, “You know, if you wanted to take her up on the Drow twins, I could be persuaded.”

You scoff. “I don’t want to persuade you to do anything. Besides, what if she’s right? Don’t you want to see what creative ideas these smut peddlers have thought up?”

He seems a bit relieved to hear you say that, but his tone remains offended, “Excuse me, are you critiquing my skills as a lover? From the noises you make, I don’t think you’re allowed to–”

“For the love of the Moonmaiden, Astarion, you know we can hear you?” Shadowheart has already reached the shelves and takes a moment away from perusing to glare at the vampire.

“Of course I know you can hear me,” he says with a smirk. “Just as well as you can hear my dearest—”

“Astarion,” you give him a warning look. “Look through the smut like the rest of us or get out.”

Your love gives you an exaggerated pout before saying, “Fine. I don’t need books to teach me what I know. If you need me, I’ll be getting a drink.” You watch him skulk off, finding his jealousy over the potential skill of fictional lovers quite endearing.

Finally, you turn your attention to the bookshelves Mamzell had indicated. Karlach and Shadowheart are already heavily invested, rifling through stacks of books with ornate fonts and passionate covers.

One book in particular seems to be front and center, perhaps a new title or a bestseller. You pick it up and look down at the cover more closely.

The title reads “Love at First Knife: A Roguish Tale of Blood and Lust” in a flowing script. On the cover you see two individuals, one of whom, a silver-haired man with pointed ears and ruby-red eyes, is holding a knife to the others’ throat. The other figure is gazing lovingly into the firsts’ eyes, their hands grasping at his bare chest.

“Gods below,” you whisper, once you’ve comprehended what’s in your hands. “Shadowheart, Karlach, look what I found.”

Both women walk over to you, peering over each of your shoulders. “What’s that?” Shadowheart asks, not quite registering the vague familiarity of the two figures on the cover.

You point to the silver-haired, pale elf and say, “Does that look like anyone you know?”

“It’s not!” Karlach gasps. “Is that supposed to be… Astarion?”

Based on the crude facsimile of your own face yearning for him and the title, you are fairly certain it is. “And I think that’s supposed to be me,” you point out, dumbfounded at the novel in your hands. “How is this possible?”

“Well, the smut peddlers put out quite a lot of writing, they can write an entire book in a matter of days.” After receiving a questioning look from you, she adds, “From what I hear. I wouldn’t know.” She’s blushing from the tips of her ears down to her neck, and you suspect that you may find a surprise stash of erotic books near her bed at the Elfsong if you look close enough.

Karlach claps Shadowheart on the shoulder. “Nothing to be ashamed of knowing. Just don’t hold back on me, alright?”

Shadowheart shakes her head lightly, “Regardless, we’ve been in the city for a few weeks and we haven’t exactly been subtle about it. I’m sure you’ve attracted plenty of attention.”

She’s not wrong– your entire group has had some very public confrontations, and several key figures of the city were aware of your presence. Plus there was an entire article in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette about your group’s accomplishments.

“Fair,” you admit. “But how did they know about Astarion?” You touch the cover carefully, as if expecting the book to combust in your hands.

“Well, aside from his loud proclamations of your love,” Shadowheart rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe it was Mamzell Amira herself, she did mention you’d like the newest erotic verse.”

“Please tell me you’re going to read it,” Karlach says, barely containing her excitement. “If you don’t, I will.”

You tut at her. “If anyone here gets to read about my and Astarion’s passionate love making, it will be me.”

“Oh just you and the hundreds of others who have probably already picked up a copy,” Shadowheart adds, unhelpfully.

Despite that, you don’t feel mortified. Really, you just feel a burning sense of curiosity. You gently thumb the cover, hesitating to turn the page. “What if it’s terrible?”

“It probably will be,” Shadowheart says, matter-of-factly. “That’s not why you read it though.”

You flip to the first page and start skimming. “Sweet hells, his name is Arstaron.”

“That’s amazing,” Karlach’s face bends down to read too. “Did that just say ‘brooding curls’? Do his curls brood?”

Shadowheart is reading along as well, “There’s an entire page dedicated to describing his abs. Are they really this… sculpted?”

You shake your head. “They’re lovely, but I don’t think I could ‘grill a set of gnoll ribs over them’ like it says.”

“Enough descriptors, skip ahead to the good bits,” Karlach prods at your hand, begging you to hurry up.

You skip ahead a few dozen pages and stop when you spot the words ‘passionate thrusts.’ “Here we go…”

The three of you silently read for a moment before Karlach breaks the silence. “Oh my, soldier, how did I never consider how flexible you both are.”

Your face reddens, as you’re suddenly reminded that your friends are now vividly imagining you and Astarion vigorously making love. “Let’s, uh, go back to the descriptor bits.”

A few minutes later, you’re reading down a passage describing his ‘member’ and the laughter that rumbles out of Karlach might bring down the entire brothel. It’s certainly loud enough to bring the attention of the roguish lover being described.

“What do we have here?” Astarion stalks over, clearly sensing that the excited bustle might be worth a laugh. You hunch over the book, protectively. “My dear, are you hiding something from me?”

You quickly pass off the book to Karlach, quickly responding with, “I would never.”

“Love, you know you don’t need to hide anything from me,” he says, smoothly.

Karlach is quick to follow that with a snort, “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Arstaron says when he takes off his lover’s clothes!”

“Arstaron?” He quirks an eyebrow at you in question and you reluctantly take the book back from Karlach to hand to him.

“Apparently,” you start. “You and I are the subjects of the latest erotic novel, courtesy of Sharess' Caress.”

Looking down at the cover, Astarion seems dumbfounded. “Is that supposed to be… me?”

You nod, reluctantly. You had gotten him a statue and a painting commissioned, but he still hasn’t seen himself often and you wouldn’t consider this the best representation. “They definitely took some, well a lot, of creative liberties.”

He looks down at it more carefully, amusement coloring his face. “I quite like what they did with your face, the longing is lovely.”

“That’s quite enough of that,” you say, reaching for the book.

Astarion holds it just out of your reach and says, “No, no, we’ve earned a reward for helping the fine proprietor of this establishment. I want this to be my reward.”

“What,” you say, incredulously. “You wouldn’t read it. You said you don’t like smut.”

“I never said that.” He starts flipping through the pages of the book. “I just said I know more than these novels. I still do, mind you. But that doesn’t mean I’m not tempted by the mention of your ‘trembling lips’ as it says.”

“Wait, how many copies are there?” Karlach is back at the shelf. “Let’s read it together!”

You balk at the idea of your lovelife becoming the team’s book club. But you’re very much resigned to the idea that someone in your group is walking out with this book. “No, no, one copy is more than enough. Besides, we don’t want to take advantage of Mamzell’s generosity.”

“I don’t much like to share, love. Best get a few copies,” Astarion says, already adopting his reading stance as he flips back to the first page.

“Ugh, fine. Karlach, you and Shadowheart share one. I’ll share with Astarion.” You put up a finger. “Only on the condition that we tell no one else.”

A small huff leaves Karlach’s mouth. “Really? Really really?” Karlach pleads. “Maybe just one? I know Jaheira would get a kick outta this.”

You respect Jaheira so deeply, the idea of her reading of your wanton pleasures fills you with dread. “Please not Jaheira,” you whisper.

“Be careful, dear,” Astarion mumbles, his nose buried into the book. “You keep whispering her name like that, the next edition will feature a second silver-haired companion with pointy ears.”

His words give you a creeping paranoia and you look around, as if the smut peddlers are watching you at this very moment. “Okay, grab your books, let’s get out of here.”

“So soon?” Karlach says, nabbing a second copy of Love at First Knife before you can change your mind.

“Yes, we’re probably disturbing the clientele,” you say, waving away her disappointment. “Shadowheart?”

You realize that she’s already twenty pages into Love at First Knife and has barely registered your conversation. “Oh, yes? Are we leaving?”

“I work with a group of lecherous fools,” you mutter, grabbing her and Astarion by the sleeves. “Come on.”

You wave to Mamzell Amira on the way out, “Thank you for the books!”

She yells after you, “Be sure to return soon, we’re already hard at work on volume two!”

Shadowheart pauses her reading to perk up. “Oh, we’d best make a trip back then. This is surprisingly well-done.” She mumbles, half-heartedly, “Not that I would know.”

“No, no, you’re right,” Astarion says from your other side. “I quite like the way they describe my artistry. Take a look, dear.”

He shoves the book back into your face for a passage that reads, ‘his motions are as fluid as the waves of a water elemental’ and you swat the book out of the way. “If you start moving like that, I think I’m more likely to scream in horror.”

You walk along in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, as your three companions read. Then you spot Karlach behind you, fanning herself with her copy of the book. She meets your questioning look with a chuckle, “I thought I was already too hot to handle, but I think I’ll need to cool down after reading the climax of that book.”

“How did you already get there?” Shadowheart gasps, looking up.

“I skipped to the good bits!” Karlach replies easily. “And let me tell you, they were good.”

You facepalm momentarily before looking between your fingers at Astarion. He seems remarkably enthralled by the book, and suddenly you’re worried. Oh no, what if I’m a better fictional lover than a real lover. Distantly, you hear Shadowheart and Karlach discussing the novel, but your attention is focused entirely on the man’s eyes, reading back and forth as you walk.

Sensing your gaze, the vampire finally looks up and smiles pleasantly. He closes the book and with his free hand reaches for yours. “My love, please, and I cannot stress this enough, do not take inspiration from this book.”

“What? Why not?” You ask, confused. “Karlach just said it was amazing?”

“Yes, well,” he leans into you. “I think doing somersaults into each other's arms might be more likely to result in a broken rib than pleasurable exploration.”

You give a surprised laugh, leaning back into him, “Are you doubting my expertise as a lover now?”

“Not at all, my dear,” he says, rubbing his thumb along the outside of your hand gently. “You are so very perfect. Which is why I wouldn’t want you to take too much from this poorly written version of you. Reality is far better than fiction in this case.”

Your heart swells at the words, though you can’t help but ask your next question. “So no chance of acrobatics after dark?”

Astarion takes a glance at your companions, and sees they’re still in a heated debate about the novel. With words meant only for you, he whispers into your ear. “Don’t you worry, there are plenty of other ways we can make use of our flexibility.”

With his breath tickling your skin, a few peppered kisses along your neck, and a promise of some time alone together, you make your way back to the Elfsong Tavern with a skip in your step. You wonder if the smut peddlers of Sharess' Caress know how deeply you care for this man, or how little they got right about all of the parts of him that matter.

Part 2 here!

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #astarion fluff #tadfools tomfoolery

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kimbapisnotsushi · 4 months ago

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hi! please share your headcanons about jay. thanks!

ooooooooh sure thing let's get it!!

(also please keep in mind that soke was literally my first time dipping back into dc after a LONG while, so i have a bit of catch-up to do in terms of characters and stories, and thus some of my knowledge might be outdated!!! also i love jay but i do consider myself still very new to understanding him and thus most of these will be silly fun :333)

damian makes fun of him for that all-black ninja-esque stealth suit he wore to sneak into star labs because there was literally NO POINT in jay trying to disguise himself like that when he didn't bother covering up his BRIGHT FUCKING PINK hair

yes i'm still mad about yes i would like to know his thought process

is it natural btw??? i've seen different takes around where people think it's dyed bc of his other version in aos:jk, but i feel like that's pretty unlikely considering it was shaved all the way down when he got taken prisoner and experimented on and it grew back exactly like that

for the record i'm not a hater i'm just saying 1) it made him a walking beacon and 2) it being natural is so fucking funny to me since he clearly didn't inherit it from his mom, which begs the question:

who the fuck is jay's dad

while jay does care for all of the revolutionaries as their ally and everyone at the truth as their boss, and as an overall friend, i think that wink and the aerie are especially close to him and they consider each other family. they were pretty much the closest thing to adult supervision jay had for a while, and he relied on them a lot when he was settling down in metropolis and figuring out how to live alone

this meant that he called them for stupid things like "if something explodes in your microwave do you call the fire department", and not-stupid things like "help me open a bank account because metropolis bank has laws that won't let me do it by myself as a minor"

they were also the first people he came out to

jay loves them even if they CAN be really annoying

jay: "are you—are you guys ACTUALLY planning on shovel-talking superman" wink: "technically, he's superman's son" the aerie: "and if he's late to the coffee shop, i'm taking points off"

i think jay would get along with tim actually

the dude is an underground hacktivist refugee, investigative journalist, and a former president's son. he's probably used to always looking over his shoulder, ready to be jumped at a moment's notice. he's got a plan for everything but the plans only exist inside his head because he can't risk hard copies being found or digital ones being hacked. he's memorized them all. they're either alphabetized or mentally color-coded. we're talking levels of elaborate just-in-case getaways and meticulously planned investigations that would get a normal reporter killed if they asked the wrong question. it's dedication to a terrifying degree

yeah tim would definitely rock with him

jay has this neat little trick where if he's in a situation in which someone's poisoned his food and he has to eat it/can't let them know he knows, he just partially phases his organs so that the food falls through his body a little bit at a time and never enters his digestive system

jon is HORRIFIED when he finds out. damian is really fucking impressed

does gamorra have its own language???? i feel like jay would be fluent in it if so. of course he would be. he'd do anything to keep part of home as close to his chest as possible

oh that's another thing i'll probs mess up on btw i am legit so confused on gamorra considering it's apparently in asia and i would assume has its own distinct culture? but jay's surname is japanese and that random kid on the boat has a japanese name so are they like. japanese-adjacent??? or is gamorra made up of multiple asian identities blended into one (read tags for clarification)

i should probably read absolute power shouldn't i

okay sorry that got WAY off topic but yeah jay is definitely someone who loved his home despite not being able to go back and did everything he could to maintain his ties

ALSO can we talk about jay being a student at metropolis college at seventeen???? did he skip a year of school when he got to the u.s.??? did he lie on forms or something??

like i don't think he's taking extra credit classes as a high school student because he was also advertising the media department when we saw him, and i don't think he'd be doing that if he was in high school

jon makes sense because he had a fake identity which COULD put him in college. but jay???

honestly lying on paper is such a jay nakamura thing to do if he doesn't want people tracking him down by cross-referencing his birthday with government records

jay nakamura's number-one tip of running an anonymous underground activist stream: hide all identifiable information from the government

(this does not work when you are widely recognized as superman's boyfriend)

also now that dick is backing the truth can we PLEASE get tim in on it. i think it'd be so fucking funny. i think he and jay would have a grand old time breaking into firewalls and digging through internet archives and exposing corrupt people

tim is like "FINALLY i have something fun to do at all those fucking galas bruce makes me go to" because jay needs some rich guy's vacation itinerary so he knows the prime time to break into his house and gather evidence for something

i just have so much appreciation for jay nakamura you guys i love him so much

#anyways if i lived in the dcu i would be very interested in the geopolitics of gamorra as a fictional canto-korean character #i mean i am invested now #it was created by korean artists but they made it mainly japanese-adjacent that is the FUNNIEST thing to me #i was also pretty confused bc kaizen gamorra's brothers have very non-jp names while kaizen gamorra does #wai and sum can both be canto surnames as well as more across southeast asia #so it is VERY interesting to me #i would genuinely try and place it on the map if i could #jay nakamura #jon kent #damian wayne #jayjon #jonjay #wink #the aerie #tim drake #dcu #dc #dc headcanons #sou says stuff

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Proxies with a fem reader going to a pumpkin patch so she can pick out her pumpkin? :>

Proxies and Fem!Reader going to a pumpkin patch!

obligatory toby is platonic but tbh i dont think romance ties too much into these specific hcs also i havent been to a pumpkin patch in years so im really scraping my brain trying to remeber what people do asides pick pumpkins...and google... a lot of google... i admit i had to fight myself not to make this a group thing where it's all together but im 80% sure you wanted these separate no unique gifs for each character, too eepy (its 6am rn and i couldnt sleep for the life of me SOBS)

Masky:

I feel like out of the three he's probably going to give the most resistance, he just doesn't like being around where loads of people may be; too much noise you know? But with enough coaxing and reassurance I do believe you can convince him to tag along

Most straight forward about it, wants it to be in and out, so he kinda beelines and tries to find a pair of pumpkins that'll do

"Babe... those ones are too small to carve..." "They're. Average."

Sorry I had to make that joke

Anyways

Out of all the activities there you might get him to sit down for a hayride if it's not too too packed!

Overall it's an okay experience, but really this guy would prefer the pumpkin carving at home after the fact; out on a porch sitting next to one another, alone in comfortable silence! He saves the seeds to make into snacks later

Hoodie:

A little more willing to go out! I feel like he's the easiest in terms of talking into stuff! As long as it's not anything dangerous he's more than willing to spend time with you.... all the better to keep his eye on you.. both in a cute aww he wants to protect you way and a creepy way but hey that's creepypasta for you

If they're offering shitty quickly constructed rides count him in, he's going to be the one dragging you!

While I'm not sure what rides would be there I'm sure there'd be but you're gonna be there for way longer than originally planned

Saving this for another day but Ferris Wheel trope where it gets stuck, one of y'all totally shouldn't send in a character for me to do that for wink wink nudge nudge

Probably the most emotive you see Hoodie, ever, it's actually a little jarring at first but it's cute in it's own way that he's getting all hyped up over some rides

overall? y'all forget to actually. pick pumpkins so you guys have to almost immediately return to go browse at the pumpkins that remain. Does the thing where you knock on produce to make sure it sounds right. Does he know what he's going or what he's looking for? No clue but hey there's that mental image, Hoodie kneeling down on the ground, head pressed against a pumpkin and tapping it

Ticci Toby:

Pretends to not wanna go but really he's totally fucking stoked that you wanna go somewhere with him, him? like him him? Toby? Well if you insist-

That bit sounded mean but I believe Toby feels.... I don't know how to put it but like I think it's because he used to be bullied and left out that he still gets a little surprised when you willingly invite him to hang out; not that he's complaining though

Haunted corn maze. This fucker beelines for the corn maze. You have lost your silly friend with an affinity for collecting empty snail shells (hc)

Good luck trying to find him, if it's one of those mazes with scare actors he's not going to flinch or scream so there goes your audio cue

Eventually you do find him though! So it's not totally disastrous! It just takes you upwards of fifteen minutes because you yourself got lost before looping back to the entrance, only to find this little shit sitting right by the entrance

Seriously how the fuck did he do that?

No clue

You know how sometimes pumpkins are bumpy or a lil... off looking? Leave it to this fucker to make several jokes about how they look, primarily ragging on the bumpier ones

"Hey look, it looks like you" "shut the fuck up"/j

Generally a very good time as long as you ignore the small heart attack you got when Toby disappeared! Good luck cleaning the mess after carving up your pumpkins

He probably tries to see what the guts taste like

idk what raw pumpkin guts taste like

not sure if its any good because ive only tried pre canned pumpkin puree and used it for baking so idk if it tastes good straight from the source

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #masky headcanons #masky x reader #hoodie imagines #hoodie x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Sixteen

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking,

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @jilliemiw86 @ilovesamkiszka @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @collapsedglasshouses @laurpartyprogram

Talia looked up from her phone she’d gotten a message from Chris. Only instead of a silly meme like usual over the last few days, this one was about Rick, at first, she’d been upset, that another person had crossed that line, thinking she could be that person, she thought about what he was saying, and she hated to admit it, but he was right. Besides, as nice as it was hanging out with Chris at the coffee shop lately, she had been missing out on something else while she was here, and it wasn’t quite the same as it was back home.. She was starting to get the feeling that while things were so up in the air, it wouldn’t be the same. She missed her time, with just her, and Ava. So, Chris suggestion, that maybe she take Ava somewhere, give Vinny and Rick some time to hang out.. She messaged him back tell him she couldn’t guarantee Vinny would, and he just said he’d take care of it.. Talia nodded. Okay.

Of course, Rick was just plain painful to think about, and this was at the very least Rick adjacent.

Sighing slightly, there went her mark again, dammit. Little moments like that weren’t too bad, just the big ones that bothered her. This time, it felt no worse than a flick at her skin. Shaking her head, she needed not to dwell on it, she’d worry about it when she got home, and deal with it then. For now, she clicked out of the message and went to go find Ava.

Finding her with Vinny, she smiled a little, they were cuddled up on the couch, they’d all just finished breakfast, and already they were cuddled up. They’d been like this all week, it was almost nauseating, new relationship vibes. At least they were keeping the sex vibes behind closed doors, at least when she was here with them, for that she was thankful. No, she wasn’t assuming they weren't having sex, she wasn’t stupid okay, even she’d had sex since she’d been here, not that she’d talked about that, with anyone.

“Hey Vin, can I steal your girl for a while, I’m missing my Avie time… and I’m sure you could use some time with your friends ya know..”

She might have told Chris she couldn’t guarantee it, but she could at least drop a hint, couldn’t see, a vague one at least. Friend, like Ricky, Wink wink, nudge nudge, hint hint. She could go out with Ava, and Vinny could hang out with Rick, maybe even Chris. For all she knew Chris was holding the guitarist hostage and planned to drag him over here trussed up, she didn’t know his plan, and she didn’t care, he wanted nothing to do with her, and she wanted nothing to do with him. Except.. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it. Swallowing at the stinging at her tattoo, would it leave her alone?

Now, as Ava looked over to her, the fact that she perked up at the idea of spending time together really made Talia feel so much better. It wasn’t until that moment that she realised that she that this dark feeling inside of her was just as much about connected to Ricky, as it was to the fear of losing her friendship with Ava. She might be here, but considering how consumed she was with Vinny, and yes Talia had been trying to give them time together, but the alternative was Ava and Vinny together, all the time. Yes, Vinny was great, he was amazing, but time with the three of them together like Ava encouraged with her to get to know Vinny, wasn’t the same as time with her best friend.

She hadn’t realised until now how scared she was that she might really lose Ava over all of this. After all, that is what people say about new relationships isn’t it, that they cost you friends? Talia didn’t want to be one of those friends. Despite her being the most likely because her friendship was the most at odds due to her destroyed bond with Ricky, which was painful to think about. Wasn’t that why she wasn’t confiding in her about her soulmate tattoo, to not add to everything with her here?

Either way, with how excited she was now, Talia couldn’t help but smile.

“And Vinny could call one of his friends to hang out if he likes, Chris, or, ah, Ricky. I’m sure they miss Vin time since we’ve been hogging you.”

Talia smiled sweetly at Vin, knowing exactly that even if he called Chris first, the singer would have some plan up his sleeve already, this was his idea after all. He had suggested that she might want to spend some time with Ava, some girl time, so Vinny could get some time with Ricky. It was a funny thing, that when Chris was worried about Rick, Chris had turned to her, and, and she still helped after what happened. A part of her had been so tempted to tell him that Rick could shove it. She didn’t, why didn’t she? Not that she could even really give you a reason.

Say it, Talia, you’re a pushover, a doormat, and you can’t stop thinking about that stupid idiot of a man. Chris thinks he needs help, and you’re right there, helping.

She hated herself sometimes, but no. Nope. None of that. None of that. Taking in a deep breath. Maybe if she thought of it as doing Chris a favour, yeah, that was better, that felt so much better, doing Chris a favour made her feel nice and warm. Besides, this was her afternoon with Ava, they were going to go out and have fun, this had nothing to do with Ricky, that was what she told herself as she got into the car that Ava had been driving around. She wasn’t here for herself, she wasn’t here for Rick, she was here in this town for Ava, to support Ava, and that was the only reason she was dealing with any of this. Otherwise, she’d go home tomorrow, simple, that was what she told herself… and then ignored the painful ache in her soulmate tattoo at the thought. “Spa?”

Talia looked over to Ava with a grin at her suggestion,

“Read my mind.”

A pamper day sounded perfect to her. Hair, nails, chatting about anything but soulmates hopefully. She doubted the last part, hearing about Vinny was likely going to be a given, but all the same, she was excited as Ava pulled out of the drive to head into town.

Ricky was thankful when he heard from Vinny about hanging out. Getting back from the tour, it wasn’t like it was a surprise that they needed a time-out from seeing each other constantly every day. So not talking to each other a lot wasn't alarming, but at the same time, the band were the ones that could understand what made Rick so weary right now, and he wasn’t sure anyone else really would. In turn, when Vinny called, Ricky had accepted immediate when he asked if he wanted to hang out. That was until he’d said he’d come over to Rick’s, and Rick had quickly said no, no, he’d come over to Vinny’s.

Once he got there, Rick felt a relief, not that he was going to talk to Vin about that, it was just good to see him, and the grin on his face to know how happy he was.

“How’d you feel about a stream with me?”

Rick raised an eyebrow, he hadn’t been doing much at all with social media, especially not with everything that happened with Grace, he still hadn’t gotten it out that they weren’t together anymore. He should, he knew he should, but telling people that his relationship was over would bring so many questions, and changes to their personal lives always did, it could be intense.

“Instagram?”

“That's what I was thinking, do a live, Q&A.. it's okay if not, I just thought, dude, you gotta get it out there sometime.”

Ricky looked down,

“Chris told you about Grace?”

“About her hanging around, yeah, and okay, I was thinking, if we do it together, we can smooth your news over with my news and BOOM, they’ll get so distracted that your break-up with her won’t even matter man, it’ll be gone, so quick.”

Rick laughed slightly, but it felt a bit hollow, he doubted that, he remembered his past breakups, and it could get obsessive online with the fans, Vinny didn’t even know, he didn’t think he’d ever really had to deal with any of his quite as publicly as he had before. When Vinny had invited him around to hang out, this wasn’t what he had thought this would be, but, maybe, maybe it would be better to rip this shit off and get it done, out of the way.

“You talk to Ava about this? Is she okay with you going public?”

Raising an eyebrow as they walked further into the house, towards the room where Vinny did all his streaming, whether he was gaming, playing his drum kit, or just streaming live on Instagram.

“Dude, of course, I wouldn’t have asked if she wasn’t good with it.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask about Talia, but, it wasn’t his place. “If we do this, Talia isn’t mentioned, at most, if, if you want to say how you met your soulmate, you say she was with friends. No elaboration.”

Ricky gave Vin a look, and Vinny just pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows in the most faux innocent look he’d ever seen in his damn life, as if he’d never had any intention of mentioning anything at all. Honestly, he’d kick Vin if he got the rest of the fan base in on the constant pressure that came with all this soulmate tattoo stuff that it felt like the rest of the band kept bringing down on him, he’d had it. Plus, he was almost certain that wasn’t what would happen with Talia. Now Grace, what would happen considering her, fuck knows what she had done after she left.

All they needed to know was that they had broken up, Rick just wanted to move on with his life and be done with all of it, and he would be happy when this was done. It would be easier with Vin, easier to have something to sweep the attention away and not field a million questions…

Hopefully.

It didn’t work.

Once the live stream was done, and Vin was fielding so many congratulatory comments, and deleting the spiteful ones about Ava. Ricky ended up posting on his Instagram, turning off the comments, appreciating the concern, but asking for privacy. It didn’t feel like what was being said in the comments on the photos before, was born of merely concern, though. Some of it was downright nasty, some just rude with the suggestions. He’d turned his notifications off before the live stream though, assuming how this was going to go down, and tossing his phone down he looked over to Vin, ignoring the comments, and the countless DM’s that he wasn’t going to touch any time soon.. Vinny however, was smiling.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Man I love this, so good, though, some are still asking for me to finally post a picture of my real soulmate tattoo.”

Vin chuckled, of course, they wanted to know that, some of them probably still wanted to get the tattoo themselves knowing he had that mark somewhere on his body. Rick rolled his eyes, it was weird, so weird. He would never understand it. Now a normal tattoo was fine, but a mark that was purposely meant to connect him to his soulmate? Did they not think about how it was also on Ava’s body? Then again, Vinny didn’t have other tattoos, which was why they were so eager as Rick saw it, they all scrambled for something.

“Saying, since I’ve found her, there is no reason for me to hide it anymore, and they also want to know if my logo is connected to it, or completely different?”

He shook his head,

“If I were you, and be sure to talk to Ava about this, I’d keep your mark to yourselves, as long as possible, or at least talk to her about just saying it was your logo outright or something, because, you know they are going to get the tattoo of it, and that's just creepy to me. As the guy that's seen so many with a rose tattoo..”

He sighed, including Talia’s.

“They already get the logo anyway, that won’t change.”

Vin nodded,

“Good idea, if I was willing to get one, and I’m not, I’d totally get the logo to throw them off. You’d think Ava would get it?”

Rick shrugged,

“Maybe, her best friend is a tattooist, could always ask her, she might get a kick out of it, but really depends on how far you guys want to fool the fans, or, just let them assume. You’ve kept it to yourself for this long Vin, it should be fine.”

Sitting back on the couch, Vin sighed,

“How bad are the comments about Grace..

Ricky sighed,

“They all want to know what happened, especially considering you met your soulmate and I broke up with my girlfriend on the same tour.. They think there is some scandal involved. There is, just, not the ones they’re thinking.”

Vin shook his head as he looked down at his phone, he got an alert from a message, and he brought up the notification, only to look up at right in alarm.

“Ah, you’ve blocked Grace, right?”

He paused, looking over at Vinny carefully, he both didn’t want to know what he was about to say, and wanted to grab at his phone, he didn't, but that didn't change the panic that seized his chest for a second.

“Do you really need to ask?”

“One of my followers just tagged me, says she just announced she’s going live in an hour explaining her side of the break-up.”

Ricky frowned, her side of the break-up? Her fucking side? Great. She manipulated and lied to him for years. Now, she no doubt was about to manipulate and lie to everyone on the internet as well. Fantastic.

Shit.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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