#I always find stuff to watch while I’m at work 😭

[loveinthestars]

Why am I just finding out that Karina and Hyeri are in a show together? I guess I know my next show will be

[manikas-whims]

Skincare with the LADS Men

inspired by THIS recent text with Xavier where he said we left our pack of face masks in his fridge 🥺

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ He maintains good skincare and overall hygiene. He's the type who's like “if i’m going out to commit some illegal deeds or kill an enemy, might as well look good doing it. His healing ability helps maintain a better skin as well.

🐦‍⬛ When you find out, you're kind of surprised that he's so well-maintained. And he takes offense that you'd have such low opinion of him just because of his profession. He scoffs. “Your assumptions wound me, kitten. Even the leader of Onichynus cares a little for his appearances.”

🐦‍⬛ Luke and Keiran later on giggle and reveal to you how their boss makes an extra effort to look better whenever you are coming to see him.

ZAYNE

❄️ There's a difference between hygiene and skincare. So just because he's a doctor, doesn't necessarily mean he's good at taking care of himself. Yeah he might take a bath and always put on clean suits but he doesn't really bother much with skincare itself.

❄️ It's not that he cannot do it but he simply doesn't have the time for it due to his packed schedule at the hospital. Almost twice or thrice when you surprise-visit him during his late night shifts, you've found him shaving his stubble at his office’s washroom lol. There are some faint cuts on his jaw and you fuss over them much to his delight.

❄️ His skin and body suffer mostly due to his eating habits. More often than not you've caught him sneaking way more macarons than good for his teeth. Not to mention, he doesn't eat proper meals due to his work.

❄️ “It’s not what it looks like. I'm a doctor. Obviously I know how to manage my health.” He laughs sheepishly because it's not often that he's on the receiving end of scolding, especially from you. You end up having to pay regular visits and watch over him for a while, bringing in full meals as is needed for him.

RAFAYEL

🌊 Thanks to him working at odd hours, eating at odd times, passing out on the couch every now and then that it's expected he'd be careless but he does in fact take proper care of his skin. And it's better than yours. (well ofc his Lemurian genes are partly to thank but he's a fish out of water so he does need to take care).

🌊 He knows his skin is amazing and he'll make a show of it in front of you. Not to make you jealous but because he wants you to praise him for it, call him pretty and handsome. “Come onnn!!” He drawls out. “Admit that I’m way prettier than those idols you're a fan of.”

🌊 Definitely enjoys doing skincare routines with you. Will indulge in manicures and pedicures if you ask, chatting with you all the while. Even recommends certain products that would benefit your skin. And offers to do your facial and massage.

XAVIER

⭐ Canonically isn't concerned with skincare. Even MC is shocked at the fact that his skin is doing so good despite any proper care. Probably the type who uses those “5 in 1” products 😭. Or grabs just any product without much care for the actual ingredients involved. How his skin and hair are doing alright? You have no idea..

⭐ You offer to do his skincare and he agrees because that just means he gets to spend more time with you. Enjoys the sensation of your hands on his face. Melts into a puddle if you wash his hair. You also try fixing some of his eating habits because alternating between cup noodles and meat ain't it. And though it takes a while, you figure out his skin type and help him get his own products.

⭐ You both develop a habit of putting on sheet masks while watching late night movies or playing video games. Sometimes you two just end up lazying around and talking about mundane stuff.

⭐ But even if you set up a whole routine for him, if he stays over at your place, then he's definitely using your shampoo. And if you ask him why, then he smiles innocently and answers, “Oh..it’s not that I am particularly biased to the product. It’s just that I like it when I smell like you.”

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[flippinpancakes64]

Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

[happy74827]

And… Action?

[Colt Seavers x Actress!Reader]

Synopsis: In which a minor… stunt caused the meeting of the stuntman himself who always seemed too busy, too focused, and too far away {GIF Creds: fleursial}

WC: 1121

Category: Mega Fluff, Suggestive Ending?

Why is there still so little of Colt?? I don’t understand it 😭

『••✎••』

It wasn’t unusual for you to find yourself staring at Colt Seavers from across the set. You liked him, liked the mysterious presence he displayed. Sure, half of it was because you never had the courage to approach him, despite how friendly he was with the rest of the cast and crew, but he always seemed so busy. Plus, your character never needed to interact with the stunt crew so you didn’t have a reason to walk across the lot. And even if you had, your scenes wouldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes anyway.

However, when the very last scene of the day was called, everything changed for the better. You were moments away from leaving the set, having already said goodbye to almost everyone else, with the feeling you weren't going to see Seaver ever again.

Until he bumped into you, quite literally.

You let out a surprised gasp, almost dropping your script as you stumbled backward, but a pair of strong hands were quick to steady you by your arms.

"I am so sorry, miss… woah," he said as he looked down at you, taking in your face for the first time, his hands still resting on your upper arms. You felt yourself go red, suddenly unable to look him in the eye and instead opting for looking anywhere but.

"No, no, it was my fault; I should have watched where I was going," you said.

He shook his head and released his hold on you. "You’re… man, you are really beautiful," he said.

"What?" you asked, surprised.

"I mean—uh, you were really beautiful… out there! On set, you know," he corrected himself, and you swore you saw a faint blush form across his cheeks.

You bit your lip and finally found the courage to meet his gaze. "I appreciate the compliment."

"Yeah, no problem. How come I’ve never seen you around here before?" he asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head in curiosity.

That right there… it took everything in you not to melt right then and there. You could see the indentations of his biceps from under his tight-fitted jacket, the arm cross just amplifying them. It didn't help that you also just barely came up to his chest, which, while intimidating, also made him all the more attractive.

You swallowed thickly and averted your eyes. "Well, I never needed a stunt double, so…" you trailed off.

"Yeah, that’s fair. Totally get it, yeah." He clicked his tongue and nodded, looking away momentarily. Before you could turn to see what he was looking at, he squinted, looking back down at you. His hand peeled away from his arm to hover in front of you.

"Colt," he said, extending his hand. "Name's Colt Seavers… I’m kind of a big deal around here. You know, doing car crashing, rope climbing, cliff-diving stuff," he explained with a smirk.

You let out a small, quiet giggle as you reached for his hand, giving it a shake as you stated your own name. His hand was big, rough, and calloused, no doubt from years of hard work and training, but it was warm. A strong grip, but ever so gentle.

"I, uh, do the acting stuff." You repeated his words, and his smirk broke into a smile, one that nearly took your breath away.

It was then, looking at his smile, that you realized the opportunity before you.

You had to say something, had to tell him, and you weren't about to let this opportunity pass.

"I think you're pretty beautiful, too," you said, and that caught his attention, his eyebrows raising.

"You do?"

"Yes," you confirmed with a nod. "Out there… on set, I mean."

He let out a short laugh, his hands moving back to his pockets. He was sort of swaying, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to do, what to say. It was adorable.

Alright, you needed to do something. The fear of letting another moment like this go to waste was far too much. So many guys had slipped through your fingers because of your hesitance—a real shame, too, considering how most of them weren’t even remotely attractive.

But Colt, though…

"Listen, um… maybe I'm jumping the gun here, but would you like to—"

"Yes," his answer was nothing short of immediate. “Absolutely, yes… yeah hundred percent, yeah- yes… yes."

It took him a second, took him a long second, to realize you hadn’t even finished your question. His eyes went wide as fear evidently started to creep in.

"Shit, uh- sorry. Yeah, uh… yeah, I'm listening. You can keep going." He motioned with his hand for you to continue, and you had to suppress a smile.

Well, this is definitely promising.

"Maybe we could hang out sometime? Have dinner or something?" you suggested.

"Dinner, yeah- dinner is good. Dinner is… great. I love dinner. Dinner is, uh… dinner is great," he stammered, and you couldn't help but give him a small laugh, one that was cut off when his eyes went wide yet again.

"Sorry, I'm just… yeah, sorry, I'm just- I'm gonna… hey, can I get your number?" His question was followed by him digging into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone, which was cracked beyond belief. “Not so I can bother you or anything, not that I would- I mean unless you wanted me to bother you, I guess, which- no, sorry. Just, like, text you, I guess, yeah.”

Your eyes went wide at the state of his phone. "How does that even work?"

"I'm a pro. Just a quick swipe to the left and a few presses, and it works fine, see?" He tapped the screen a few times before opening his contacts, and he handed the phone to you. "Here."

"You know what? I'll just put it in my phone if that's okay," you said.

"Oh, yeah, yeah- absolutely," he said, nodding. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, yeah."

You quickly punched in his numbers and sent a text, a small, simple message. One that escalated to where you were now, weeks after that dinner, his hands roaming your body as he pressed you against the door of your new and current trailer.

You should’ve known you weren’t going to run lines that day.

A stuntman running lines?

Yeah, right. He runs through scenes instead, and… this was definitely a scene.

God, how ready you were for that first take to start.

[@kcisahoe + @adeesthetic] Since you guys asked so nicely, here’s another Colt fic!! There needs to be way more out there because he’s just so… 🤭🤭

For all you Tom lovers out there, don’t worry!! I didn’t forget about you. He’s in the works so I’m praying my work/study schedule aligns with me finishing it 😅

[ghostbustting]

So i’ve had this like thought in the back of my head for some odd reason but here it is:

Your best friends with James in the RTL era and you guys were just casually talking in the living room of the metali-mansion and somehow the conversation goes to celebrity’s you’d fuck. You answer first by saying Dave Mustaine as a joke and he ends up getting really annoyed with you and when you ask him about it he just fucks you🤤

i'm sososo sorry for being slow with requests, i just had a looooong roadtrip yesterday and currently working in an active organization, i promise i'm working on every req 😭

╰┈➤“𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹„ ๋࣭⭑

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

The peanut I threw flew through the air and landed into James’ mouth perfectly, causing a pack of laughter to erupt from both of us as we high five each other proudly, making us look like two idiots, here sitting on the couch in the living room of Metallica’s so called ‘Metallimansion’.

It was afternoon here at El Cerrito, California. His friends were all off somewhere else, so since he was alone, he decided to invite me here to hang out together, just the two of us alone in this house.

I never really mind when he wanted to do these hang outs, James was a great company and all, always have been for the rest of our friendship.

I sit back down with my legs on James’ lap, one of his hand resting lightly on one of my ankles while we snack on some peanuts and talk about stupid stuffs, something we’ve done not once, not twice, not even thrice, probably thousands times before.

That’s when he suddenly snapped his fingers and point to me, “Aha! I got a good one!” He smirked, I can already tell by his stupid smirk that he’ll clearly say something idiotic.

With an eye roll, I smile back at him and raise my eyebrows, my expression showing I was amused. “What is it, Het?” I ask, sighing as I prepare for whatever stupid words come out of his mouth next.

The way his lips curve up into that stupid smirk was something I’d see on a daily basis ever since we became friends, often finding it being built up before he say or do something only a complete buffoon would do.

And just as I expected, he say, “Name a celebrity you’d fuck.”

The living room once again became filled with our in sync stupid laughter, I grin and nudged him with my foot, “You first!”

He shook his head with a laugh, his long blond hair shaking along with his head while his eyes squinting slightly from how wide he was smiling, looking drunk while being as sober as he ever was.

He swatted my feet off his lap, crossing his arms like a bratty kid. “Nu-uh. I’m the one who came up with it, you answer.” He say with that same stupid cheeky smile.

My eyes rolls yet again, amused by his childish question, at the same time being used to his mostly immature behavior.

I look up at the ceiling and hum, thinking. My finger tapping on my bottom lip as my mind think of the perfect celebrity I would like to have a sinful fun with, a small grin staying on my face.

The grin only became wider when I found my answer, James was quick to catch onto the sign. “Who?!” He ask excitedly.

A small laugh leave my grinning lips when I see how excited he became before I took deep breaths and answer his question, “Dave Mustaine.”

I pursed my lips, trying not to let more giggles leave my lips as I watch the expression on his face closely. Well honestly, I didn’t really mean it completely when I said I’d fuck Dave Mustaine.

Sure, Mustaine’s good looking and charming and talented and all, but my main plan was just to play around with James, knowing the small grudge that was held between the two metal vocalists. And by the new look on the blond’s face, I can tell I succeeded.

His eyebrows furrow at my answer, his stupid smirk almost immediately evaporated into thin air, his lips scowling instead, showing genuine annoyance no matter how much he try to hide it. His position on the couch shifted, showing a slight tense in him as he shift.

“Really? Out of all the other celebrities?”

I shrug and chuckle, “He’s cute. Nice hair also.”

James rolled his eyes and cross his arms, sighing. “His hair literally just looks like shredded carrots, what’s so nice about that?” He look away, I can see his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

“No it doesn’t!” I laughed and shake my head, finding this situation and the way my simple answer that was meant to be a joke was making him act amusing. He had his arms crossed, huffing as he look away like a kid that’s about to throw a tantrum.

He scoff and finally looked at me again, “He’s a drunk.”

“Weren’t you all?”

James groaned and lean back on the couch, his head thrown back while he rub his face. “I bet he wouldn’t even be a good fuck!” He say a bit louder now, almost yelling. I didn’t even think he would be that annoyed to even start yelling.

A bit surprised by the sudden yell, I sigh and roll my eyes. “And you would?” I scoff playfully, almost as if mocking him in a way.

Suddenly, he sat up straight again and his head snapped to me, raising an eyebrow as a small smirk appear again on his face, while still having a hint of annoyance in his expression. He stood up, his footsteps slowly making his way closer to my side of the couch.

My smile slowly fade little by little as he lean down, his face right in front of mine, his blue eyes meeting mine, the annoyance in his gaze now also accompanied by a hint of playfulness.

Something in the way he looked at me made my thoughts stop, finding myself becoming nervous from the proximity between both of our faces which are now inches away from one another.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he speaks up, his voice low. “Is that a dare?”

I can feel my heart pounding now rather than beating, my breath hitching. My mind starts to wonder with endless thoughts of what he means by this, how close our faces are, and what would happen next between us, here on this couch, in this living room, in this empty ‘Metallimansion’.

Slowly, I start to gain control of myself again, finding my own smirk returning to my lips as I tilt my head, raising my eyebrows. “What if it is?”

At that moment, I didn’t realize how much of a turn my words would make.

At that moment, I didn’t realize what he was implying on.

That is until he pushed me back on the couch and his hands grabbed onto my face, his fingers gripping my cheeks tightly while his lips smashed onto mine, his eyes closing in an instant.

His lips were rubbing against mine, the sensation making my own eyes close as well, finding myself enjoying the way his lips felt on mine, the way his tongue tastes as it slips past my lips and meets mine.

My mind couldn’t even process how good a simple kiss with my own bestfriend feels. Everything that went on with our connected lips feels right, feels amazing, feels addicting. It makes me long for more of him.

His hands that were once on my face now trails down to my body, his fingers finding their way to grip onto the bottom of my shirt, pulling it off me in a millisecond.

Suddenly, his head buried into my chest, his hand pushed down the cups of my bra to release my breasts from the ‘boob-jail’, giving him easy access to grab and grope on them while his lips went to wrap around one of my nipples.

Moans were pulled out of my lips by the time he sucked and nipped on my nipple, my back arching into him, a silent beg for more of his touch and lips, a silent beg for him to continue, a silent beg for him to go even more further.

My silent begs seems to be granted when his other hand slowly trail down to the hem of my pants, slipping past it along with my panties with such ease.

A gasp left my throat when his fingers found their way to my dripping cunt, toying with my aching clit before he starts rubbing harsh circles on it, pulling out even louder moans, his name slipping out of my lips, voicing out my need for him.

“S-shit..” I whimper when he start inserting two digits of his fingers into my aching pussy, pumping them in and out of me with not a single mercy.

I can feel a smirk being formed on his lips that are still wrapped around my now erect nipple, slick with his saliva. But now my mind are too fixated on the way his fingers exit and enter my cunt in a loop, curling them up every now and then.

Shaking ever so slightly, my legs wraps around his arm as I start to grind my hips against his fingers, desperate for more of that feeling.

A chuckle leave his lips yet again as he pull back from my breasts, “Feel good, eh?” He smirked, his hands leaving my pussy right when it just started to feel even better per second.

“Hey—!” I was cut off short by him flipping me over with such ease that it caused me to land harshly on the couch by my stomach. I grunt, “Bitch..” I mutter, earning another breathy laugh from James before he grabbed onto my hips and lift them up.

Letting out a shaky breath, I place my hands on the back of the couch as he bend me over it, his other hand on his belt, unbuckling it while he whispers into my ear, “I’ll make you regret every single letter that left your mouth just a second ago and turn those words into filthy noises you won’t believe silly old James Hetfield would be able to pull out of you.”

The way he spoke, the way he worded out his sentence, the way he breathes into my ear, the way he held my hip. It was all too unreal to make me believe we’d stay as friends only after all of this ends.

“W-whatever..” I huffed as I hear his pants fall to the floor, making my hear thump with anticipation of what’s about to happen next.

That’s when I feel his tip brushing up and down my folds before pushing past them and entering my slick hole. I gasp at the feeling of his hard cock entering me, his hands gently massaging my hips and ass.

His hips meets my ass as he slowly starts to get a hang of his thrusts, getting faster and harder by the seconds, grunts leaving his lips, accompanying my loud moans.

I can feel the tip of his cock meeting that weak spot in me, making my back arch and the loudest moan escape my throat out of how much pleasure he is causing me. "Fuck.."

"Was your pussy always this tight? Goddamn..." He groaned, his hands now fixated on my hips, gripping them tightly while he lead me back and forth against his hips, our movement making loud skin slapping noises.

My fingers dug into the soft cushiong of the back of the couch, my knees weak by the second while he continue to thrust in and out of me.

"...Only for you.. Only for you.." I utter out while panting, my breathing loud and hard to control.

Another gasp escapes me when the palm of his big hand meets the skin of my ass, which later on created a big red mark of his hand, my skin aching from how hard he hit me.

James laugh came out breathy yet loud, muttering out. "Didn't knew my best friend would be such a slut for me.."

A whine leave my slightly parted lips, my legs shaking while trying to keep myself up from how much he makes me want to just crumble and fall by just fucking me so fast and good.

He was so rough, yet so careful at the same time. The way he fucked me was surreal. Never in my whole life have I ever though that the man that will make me want to cum so fast would be my own best friend. And never in my whole life would I ever admit it. Until now, perchance.

"Fuck.. oh fuck..! James!" My eyes widens to the point they look like they're about to pop out of their sockets, my lips parting even wider as I let out yet another loud moan, my knees almost giving up on me. But his hands stays on my hips and keeps me up straight, not even caring about my moment of weakness.

"You hear that— you hear yourself?" He leaned over and grunted in my ear, his arms wrapping around my stomach and holding me close to his body, still thrusting. "You hear that name? Does that sounds like 'Dave' to you?"

"N-no.."

"Then what is it?"

"James.."

"Say that again?"

"Ja—James..!!"

I gasped, my release coming out in a sudden without my consent, fluids of my cum gushing out of my cunt uncontrollably and dripping out through our connected sex.

James groaned behind me, his grip on my hips tightening a little as he fuck my now slick hole, "Fuck fuck fuck! Shit.."

Not long after, his came inside me, his seed filling up my hole, making me feel even more full while his groan fills my ear, the genuine pleasure visible in his voice.

Once we recover from our intense release, he grabbed onto me and flip us over, sitting on the couch and pulling me on his lap. His hands went to my cheeks before he starts kissing me again.

My eyes flutter close while my lips move against his, the palm of my hands resting gently on his heaving chest while his were in my hair, brushing some of the strands away from my face.

When we pull apart from each other, he smirk up at me, his hands moving down to rest on my thighs, rubbing up and down them soothingly while I lean down to rest my forehead on his own.

"Still think Mustaine would be better?"

I chuckle and shake my head, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Never."

[pxuvalentinx]

thoughts on reader comforting aventurine by singing them a song while they cuddle?? like a lullaby aventurine’s big sis sang to him often. so he often sings it lowly when reader and him are together, and now reader sings it to him to comfort him. love your stuff btw, keep it up !! 🫶

I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!! sadly i’m not creative enough to come up with a lullaby myself so instead i just chose to work with the little saying (2.1 spoilers) aventurine and kakavasha did in the end of the 2.1 storyline, and kinda made him hum it a little. i hope that’s fine too😭😭

and tysm for your sweet words🫶

"May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you, keeping your blood eternally pulsing. May your journey be forever peaceful, and your schemes forever concealed." You’d hear your boyfriend mumble sometimes, often when he didn’t know that you were around. It was no secret that he was ashamed of his past, so he’d just switch topics whenever you mentioned it.

One night you were laying in bed with Aventurine as usual, talking about your day, as he kept yawning. Eventually he crawled closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and just listening to your voice. You watched his eyes close, even though he had a rather disstressed look on his face. Rough day.

Of course you weren’t stupid, you figured by now that it was probably something his mom or sister told him in the past, something that gave him comfort. He never told you much about them, but you know that they were very dear to him, till the last breath.

Your hand moved to the top of his head, gently patting it. A slight hum escaped your lips. "May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you, keeping your blood eternally pulsing…" His eyes practically shot open as he listened to your words. Jaw slightly dropped. The confusion was written on his face.

"May your journey be forever peaceful, and…Ah how does it continue again?" You asked, amused by the confused look on his face.

“Your schemes forever concealed…but..how?" The gambler was lost for words, you could find slight terror in his eyes. He was utterly confused.

“I heard you mumble it sometimes. I’m sorry if it wasn’t appropriate to-“

“No, no, quite the opposite. Hearing you say it was quite comforting..” His face looked now relieved, still a bit shocked. Even his signature smirk was gone now.

In his head the 'phrase' was just a silly thing he picked up from his family and said it whenever he felt stressed, he would’ve never told anybody about any of it. But now that you knew about it, it got an entirely new meaning to him. Now that he heard those words out of your mouth, he would no longer feel ashamed. Again, quite the opposite, it made him feel safe in some type of way.

From now on you would say it whenever he needed comfort, holding him close while the words soothed the knot in his throat, that would build up whenever he felt stressed, like warm honey. Other times you’d get to hear them from him, as he told you a bit more about them. The meaning, why it comforts him, of who it reminds him of, and so on. You felt like it really strengthened your bond, so you were quite grateful.

(i’m so sorry that it took me so long to get to this request, i’ve been so busy omfggg…but tysm for reading 🫶 as always any support is appreciated, requests are open!! i also wanna thank everyone for the recent support, i never thought people would enjoy my work that much😭)

[uch3na]

𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

paring: farleigh x afabreader

a/n: im ngl im jus gonna ramble a bit so… (some nsfw some sfw)

OKKSOOOBASIKULLYYY

SFW:

has to have a hand somewhere on you at all times. whether it’s on your thigh or just touching the hem of your skirt. he needs to constantly know that you’re right there with him.

when you makeout, he likes to keep a hand gently wrapped around your throat. like i said before he just likes having his hands on you, so it’s not there to choke you. it’s just there for him to feel safer.

loves to just look at you — especially if you’re sitting on his lap. he doesn’t even do anything, he just sits and watches. admiring you. his thumb rubbing across your hips as he just holds you in place taking in your beauty.

loves doing cute lil things with you — even if its like tiny picnic dates or even face care in your bathroom. he enjoys spending time with you and its always the little things that matter.

doesn’t let ANYONE touch his hair. it like actually makes him sick. he barely even lets you (😭😭) really only lets you when you say something is wrong with it and he can’t fix it each time he tries to.

enjoys helping you pick outfits, or just fully picking them for you. if you’re really struggling to make an outfit i bet you farleigh could find something in your closet and you’d love it immediately.

cooks for you. i dunno, he just seems like the type to really love cooking for someone he loves. his love for cooking probably developed when he was a bit younger and had to make something for himself when no one else was around. and to his surprise he had fun doing it.

loves to just fall asleep in your arms. you’re his safe space and whenever he’s in a close distance from you he just instantly feels better. usually he has quite a hard time falling asleep but ever since he started dating you, that problem was no more.

most of the time you wake up in his arms, and when you try to move you can feel his grip on you get tighter. he lets out a soft whine in protest to you trying to leave him warmth. all while pulling you back against his chest.

NSFW:

i feel like farleigh would be vocal when he feels like it yk. like he isn’t always gonna be the loudest man in bed but he isnt always gonna be dead silent. sometimes he might feel a bit more vulnerable than usual and lets out the cutest little whines while you ride him. his hands instinctively resting on your hips while you skillfully grind on his sensitive cock. he isn’t really the type to beg but he might let out a few “please”’s when he really wants something from you.

def uses his size to his advantage. whether in the bed or not. if you’re disrespecting him in public, he will tower over you and just watch. watch if you would even continue just a little bit with the act you’re doing. if he sees your attitude simmer down, he does that dumb smirk and leans down to kiss your cheek. in bed it’s way more. he would use his large hands to keep you pinned down — or to pin your hands above your head as he worked his cock into your tight little cunt. whispering sweet little nothings in your ear and peppering kisses along your face as he thrusted in and out of you.

puts your pleasure before his 24/7. makes sure you’re pleased before he worries about himself. even if he’s the one to ask you to do stuff, he would immediately be the one on his knees ready to let you use him.

eats you like some chinese takeout!!! disagree if you want (i’m 100% correct.) like this man is so dedicated to please you that he gets so focused and it just feels so good. he gets realllyyyy messy when he gets really into it. he’s so obsessed with the way you taste and the little noises you make while he’s eating you out. he gets so into it that he doesn’t even realize the moans that slip from his lips as he starts to grind onto the bed.

he’s 6’5 so we know his fingers are huge… and he uses them a lot. when he slowly but surely slides them in and out of your cunt, he curls them just right and due to the size of them you swear you see stars.

huge fucking tease. likes to pretend he cant hear your begging and whispers things like ‘huh? speak up baby…’ and ‘i cant hear you — use your words’ just to get you to beg and plead more and more for him to make you feel good.

praise kink forrrrr sureeeee. he loves receiving it but he most definitely loves giving it. even if he doing the dirtiest things to you he just loves to see the way you react to his praise. ‘doing so good f’me sweetheart…’ and ‘you take me so well’ all while basically fucking destroying you as he thrusts his thick cock into you. your face is buried into the pillow and his hand is tangled in your hair.

୨୧ for my baby @ludicdoll

lmk if i should do more of these pls…

[depressopax]

Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! ♡

Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already 💀 Will do a part 2 tho!  Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary: Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || NSFW version ||

Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you. 

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing 

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.

Listen… Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills

However, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect

He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression. 

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”. 

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real. 

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief. 

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever. 

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him 

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable. 

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match. 

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time. 

…And also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)

Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else. 

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off. 

If danger comes up, he’d make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.

He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.

Being with him might be a struggle too

Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive

Doing stupid things is his speciality- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.” 

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But you love him either ways. <3

He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lol 

Lot of in-jokes between you and him

Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted

Especially by you.

He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.

Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao

Jimmy spends all possible time together with you. 

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed. 

He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.

If you’re adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.

But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.

He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too. 

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things

If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color

Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.

He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.

He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.

That’s why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.

He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3

To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.

I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!

[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x reader - always a little jealous

Heyyy OMG I love reading your works so much. I admire you for having the time and inclination to write so much of it. I'm always busy, but when I have time, I lose inspiration for anything 😭. I have a request for Danvers x reader. How about we switch roles now and make Carol jealous of the reader, pleasee. As I already said, I love your works and I would be happy if you wrote it with willingness and inspiration 💖 because I wouldn't want you to be too busy. Have a nice evening/day depending on when you read this 😘🥰 - Anon💜

Hand in hand with your girlfriend, you smiled up a little at her before turning back to the beach in front of you.

“When do you have to go again?” You asked.

Carol sighed softly, giving you hand a small squeeze.

“In a couple of weeks, I don’t know when I’ll be back I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand. You do important stuff.”

Carol turned you to face her, and she placed her hand on your cheek.

“You’re the most important aspect of my life, you know that right?”

“Of course I do sweetheart.”

Leaning forward, you kissed her cheek and leant into her so you could go back to watching the beach.

You loved watching the water, and with everything going in space and the universe, it was relaxing for her to just stand there.

No aliens.

No wars.

Just you.

The beach.

The slowly setting sun.

It was these moments that helped her get through everything.

Carol stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“What’ll you do while I’m away?”

“I’ll probably just work, though I got a holiday with Benny soon.”

“Benny?”

“Yeah, you remember my friend at work?”

You felt Carol nod her head.

“Yeah it’s him, we’re both heading to France for a week.”

“France? Really?”

You turned around, leaning against the railing and you looked at her, raising a brow in question.

“What’s wrong with France?”

“You’re going on a holiday with your friend to one of the most romantic counties?”

“Oh my god Carol, we’re just going skiing.”

You ducked under her arms, going to the railing you sat on the ground and dropped under it into the sand.

“Hey! Don’t run!”

Carol climbed over and jumped down, jogging over to catch up to you.

“But why France? That’s our thing…”

“Cause it’s one of the best ski resorts we could find, plus we’re going to do some exploring.”

“But that’s our thing, plus he hits on you.”

You looked at her.

“Carol, Benny doesn’t hit on me.”

She stood in front of you, stopping you from walking away from her.

“He hugs you all the time, gets as close as he can to you, he’s always complimenting you. He kissed your cheek the other day in front of me…” she grumbled.

“Yeah, that’s normal you know that.”

Carol walked over to you, walking behind you she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“But you’re not his, you’re mine… I’m dating you now him…”

“I’m yours?” You laughed slightly.

“Uh huh…”

Carol placed a kiss on your shoulder then one on your cheek, holding you a little tighter.

“I don’t appreciate people trying to take you away…”

“Carol?”

She hummed.

You rested your head on hers.

“He’s gay sweetheart.”

“Oh…”

You laughed, turning in her arms so you could look at her.

Carol grinned a little bit at you.

“You are so jealous!” You laughed loudly.

“I am not…” she grumbled.

Leaning forward, you softly kissed her before pulling away.

“It’s okay to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous…”

“You’re jealous of a gay guy.”

Carol placed her forehead against yours, and you smiled a little bit.

“So jealous…”

“Shut up…”

You laughed, and leant forward to kiss her again before pulling away.

You tired to wonder off but Carol took your hand, holding it in hers so you couldn’t walk away.

She was definitely jealous but she wasn’t going to admit that, but you knew despite knowing about Benny she was still going to be jealous

[thedisc0spider]

can u write spencer introducing reader to star wars💕💕?? ive never seen it 😭

Star Wars

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Summary: Spencer is really excited to introduce you to Star Wars.

Warnings: reader gets a little stressed out, cursing, pre established relationship, reader works at smosh, not proof read!

Fluff!!!!

Point of view: 2nd person

A/n: this request was so adorable and I had so much fun writing it! I took this prompt and ran (maybe a little to far) with it SO if this wasn’t what you wanted I’m so sorry!! Id be willing to rewrite it if so.

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You can already tell today will be very interesting. Well, the next few weeks actually.

A few days ago you had revealed to Spencer that you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. Of course, he was shocked as to how this was the first he was hearing of it.

“You’ve never seen a Star Wars movie? How?”

“I don’t know, when I was a kid I wasn’t allowed to watch it and by the time I was an adult there were way too many and starting just felt overwhelming.” You shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

To Spencer, it was not nothing.

So he convinced, nay, begged you to watch with him.

“Come on, it’s like my favorite thing! We always watch (y/f/s) together, baby. Pleaseeeeeee.”

What were you gonna do, say no? How could you? He was right, you always forced him to watch what you wanted, so it was only fair that you comply.

However, you were still a little exhausted just thinking about the idea of committing to an entire film series. You looked it up, it will take you 25 hours and 7 minutes to watch all the Star Wars movies. This, however, includes the nine movies from the Skywalker saga and the two anthology movies, Rogue One and Solo. Excluding the anthology movies, it will take you 20 hours and 39 minutes to watch and Spencer gave in and promised not to make you watch the anthology films.

‘Okay,’ you think, ‘if we watch one movie a night it will only take a little over a week. That’s not bad, right?’

You tried to convince yourself, but you’ve always had issues with things like this. You’re a hard worker, so taking this much time to watch movies always felt like a waste to you. You felt like you could much easily find a better use of your time, like you were missing out on what you could’ve been spending on more productive activities. In all honesty, it stressed you out.

The work day is now over, you have just finished filming your last video of the day and you’re walking to the games pod to find your boyfriend. There he is, working on something on his computer. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you bury your head into his neck.

He lets out one of his signature stupid laughs and gently rubs your arm. “Im almost done, then we can go home.” You nod, and he leans his head onto yours, “are you excited?” He whispers.

You raise your head from his shoulder so your faces are level, “hmm… depends. Are there any hot guys in these movies?” You squint your eyes.

Spencer laughs, “oh, yeah, definitely. Just wait ‘til you see Han Solo.” He raises his eyebrows, “or Anakin, he’s more your type.”

“Okay, now I’m excited.” You laugh, before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Spencer closes his laptop and begins to put away his belongings for the day while you sit in his chair. “Hey,” he says, still putting things in his bag, causing you to look up at him, “I really appreciate you doing this with me…” he turns to look at you, “like, it really means a lot that you’re letting me share something with you that’s important to me. I know you’re not really into all this… space stuff, but..” he shrugs, stepping closer, “it makes me really happy that you’re doing this, that’s all.”

Your heart melts hearing this. ‘How is he so perfect? I can’t believe I was being so selfish, making this about me when it’s not. Its about him. Who cares if it’s not productive in a conventional sense of the word? it’s productive for our relationship. That’s what matters. Us. Who cares about all this superficial shit? The only thing that truly matters is doing what makes you happy, and I’m happy with Spencer.’ You stand, walking to him until you’re standing directly in front of him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” His hands find your waist as you lean into him, hugging him tightly. “Im honored you’re sharing this with me, sweetheart.”

You pull away from the hug and Spencer smiles at you, before kissing your forehead briefly. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too.” The two of you kiss, lost in your own little world for a moment. Its deep, yet sweet. Not rough or hasty, but full of love and passion. “We need to leave if we want to have time to actually watch the first movie, Spence.” You say, after pulling apart.

He rolls his eyes, turning to grab his backpack. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you walk to the parking lot, hand in hand, saying bye to the various cast and crew members you see on your way.

As you get into the drivers seat and connect your phone to the auxiliary cord, Spencer suddenly speaks out, “oh, shit, I almost forgot. Do you want to watch the movies in chronological order or in release order?” He asks, looking over at you.

You look up from your phone, thinking to yourself for a second before you turn your head to meet his gaze, your eyebrows furrowed.

“They weren’t released in chronological order?”

[kyojurismo]

How do you think Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza would react to their S/o who is a demon but dosen't need to eat Humans like Nezuko, and even enjoys eating human food.

# muzan, kokushibo, douma & akaza

tags : gn!reader, fluff, not proofread.

a/n : i’m sorry for taking so long 😭 & i apologise bc it’s quite short.

MUZAN

would be surprised af

but also find it interesting

that means that he would take you to eat at the finest restaurants he could find (;

and when he’s away for important matters he always comes back with some new snacks

wouldn’t exactly study you 24/7 but muzan would be curious about your physical strength and how your stomach (?) works

KOKUSHIBO

surprised yes

also because you’re strong nonetheless, so

makes sure you eat only the best food by the way

you offered your food to him a couple of times but he always refused

koku loves watching you eat happily tho <3

DOUMA

CURIOUS AS FUCK

would eat together even if it seems tasteless or stuff

makes sure his servants cook only the best quality of plates, he checks them personally lol

it truly amazes him that you’re so strong without eating humans

“you sure are a peculiar creature, mh,” he would murmur while you’re eating beside him

AKAZA

you don’t eat humans? strange af

it amazes him, really

akaza always stares at you with curiosity whenever you’re eating bowls of rice, noodles, etc

“tempura is so tasty, akaza-dono!”

he loves when you smile at him happily

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[celabi]

just scummy scara having to be in the bathroom with you constantly. like homie will sit on the counter while you do your business. (not in a gross sexual way, like hes not gonna stare). and sitting on the toilet seat when you wont let him shower with you. bc you actually need to shower. you let him control the music so he feels needed.

just scummy scara with separation anxiety. the doors in ur house stay open so if you get up to get a snack and he’s really exhausted and doesn’t wanna get up he can atleast hear you.

and before you guys move in together if he absolutely has to stay at his own place w/o you he’s not too worried about it the cameras he’s set up allow him to see the entirety of every room in your house even the closets.

have fun trying to surprise him.

he worked hard to make sure the cameras aren’t noticeable. hell even if you look for them you won’t find it even if you are in the right area. its one of those things that you won’t find it unless you know exactly where it is and get it. (does that make sense? i hope it does.)

also in public you have to use family restrooms bc he doesn’t want the creeps to be able to peer into your stall. you won’t let him in the restroom so he stands outside like a guard dog.

“So how was your day, baby?” He’s not sure why he even asked that, considering he was right beside you the whole time, and saw everything you had done today. Making idle conversation was not always his strong suit, but for you, he’d do anything to hear you talk.

“…babe, please get out, I’m peeing.” You like, use one of the hand towels to cover your lap, but he still doesn’t move from his spot against the sink, one leg crossed over the other, and even though he takes it upon himself to not look, it’s still kinda embarrassing. He randomly fiddles with the items around him. Your hairbrush, wow how interesting. Just to try and make you feel less awkward.

“Yeah I know… but I miss you…” “… but I’ve been with you all day?” He nods, a small pout on his lips. “So?”

OANQOKWNW pls idk bout you guys, but as a child I would always follow my mother around while she was doing stuff. Going to hang out the laundry? Oh cool I wanna watch. And my hand would always be holding her shirt SOOOO I can just imagine scara doing the same thing 😭 like like his little grubby hands are gripping onto your shirt while you walk around the house and tidy up, and he’s like, just there to support you PLSS

PSLLSMSN just showering without him because even though he says he won’t turn things sexual this time, he always ends up doing it, so you put him in time out so you can probably clean yourself without distraction. And he’s pouting at you through the glass door :((

[larcenywrites]

Could you write about how Tony is with a younger gf that's like half his age? And maybe a lot more energetic than him if you know what I mean 🤭 I understand if age gaps make you uncomfortable and you don’t want to write it though!

I’m into age gaps given the right circumstances, and I completely understand the appeal! I wasn’t quite sure what to write since it’s not something I really put much thought into anyway, but I think it turned out okay and pretty cute :)

Warnings: 18+ for sexual references and themes | mentions of Dom/sub stuff | age gap obviously | like two feminine/she/her pronouns used

💠 Tony doesn't particularly mind either way that his s/o is (a lot) younger than him, but admittedly, he didn't expect that he'd end up with someone younger! He figured he'd prefer someone closer to his age, with whom he could share similar experiences of life...

💠 But the world works in mysterious ways! And it definitely works in mysterious ways when you find yourself in a loving relationship with Earth's grumpiest Avenger! Well... one of Earth's grumpiest Avengers 🤭

💠 It's partly his older age and partly his stressful job that has him tired and irritable, but lucky for him, you found this grumpy old man sweet and handsome 🥰

💠 And now he’s your grumpy old man 🥰

💠 He’s always had a thing for being the more dominant one. He wants to be bigger and stronger, the protector and provider, and his older age helps play into that!

💠 He definitely loves to spoil you! Anything you want!! He just loves spending money on his lovers, but in a way, he’s kinda showing off 🤭 not necessarily to you, but to prove that him being older still has its advantages 😉 a much younger man probably couldn’t treat you this well 💅

💠However… there’s often a difference between how much a person in their early 20s works and how much a person in their 40s works. You may not be used to your boyfriend working like 8-9 hours a day nearly every day! It might be quite the learning curve not having him around as often as you’d be used to :( Tony does feel pretty bad about it, he can remember being much more free and clingy too, so he cuts you some slack when you wanna bother him at work or in the lab 😉🩵

💠 He loves when he can teach you new things! He has a soft spot for it 🥰 even if it’s just the cleanest way to separate the egg yolk or just, like, how to do taxes, he enjoys being helpful and teaching you new things :) it’s cute tbh 🥰

💠 And he also loves getting to watch you practice things and keep learning things!! Are you cooking a ton of new things every day? Awesome! Even if it’s the same stuff or doesn’t always turn out good!! If you’re a college student, he’ll adore watching you work and read!

💠 You’re also from a whole different generation than him, so you’ve probably got a few things to teach him, too 😌💅 From new music to social media! While he’s still not really into the latter, he does enjoy all kinds of music!

💠But because you’re from different generations, his gestures may feel a bit more… old fashioned? But they’re classy! Always bringing flowers, always kissing your hand, always offering his arm for you to hold onto on a walk, offering his coat— it’s enough to make you feel like royalty honestly 🥰

💠 Though, it may feel a bit weird at first hanging out with his little social circle? They’re pretty much all Tony’s age, so you may feel a little out of place. Rhodey is actually quite welcoming though! Well, you weren’t there when he teased Tony about it a little 😅 but it wasn’t aimed at you! Honesty he was just happy to see his friend going out again :) in fact, Rhodey is probably the first person you’ll meet! After all, Tony’s parents aren’t around, and there’s no one else quite so important and close to him 🥲

💠 But don’t worry, Tony feels just as awkward with your similarly-aged friends 😅 and he was very nervous to meet your friends and/or family! Shit, he’s likely the same age as your parents 😭 while that might make things a little awkward as well… it’s actually pretty nice that they can share and bond over their very similar experiences and childhoods!

💠 Sometimes he wonders what his parents would think… but he’s pretty sure his dad was older, too! He likes to talk about them a little bit, and about his younger years. It probably kinda reminds you of how your own parents talk about how they grew up and how different it was from how you did, but it’s much more cute to hear Tony talk about it 😘

💠 Obviously loves to be called Daddy, but the age gap really has it driving him up the wall 😈 it's an authority thing, a power thing, and definitely a Dom thing 😏 and plus, you’re probably more, uh, innocent than he is 😏

💠 Bunny, princess, little deer, sweetie— he has all sorts of pet names to remind you of not just the age gap, but the gap in your power dynamic, too 🥴

💠 He definitely also loves teaching you new things in the bedroom 😈 there’s gotta be something you haven’t done yet if you have been sexually active before, and he’ll be sure to figure it out and teach you right 😌😉

💠 But he is still older, probably a lot older, and that does come with some… differences. Sure, he can go for a while, but once he cums a time or two 😮‍💨 he’s down for the count! So when you still want to go for another round, he’ll probably just have to hype you up while you touch yourself, or you’ll just have to settle for his hand 😅 it is kinda cute, the way you can tire him out 🤭 and he does find your high sex drive pretty hot 😘 he can go again as long as you can wait like an hour or two! The cuddles are great, though, if you do fall asleep 🥰

💠 He calls you the Energizer Bunny since you can go for so long 🤧 but he can remember being like that, too, when he was younger 🥴

💠Sometimes he (maybe a bit sad or insecure) jokes about if only you’d been able to meet him when he was younger, but give him a little kiss and remind him how glad you are to have met him now 🥰🥰🥰🥰

💠 He never thought he’d be insecure about his age, but… he is a little :( especially if you do comment on a picture of a younger him about how hot he was 😔 young age had him so naturally sculpted and more physically inclined. He was very pretty, huh! And while he’s obviously still strong, he’s got a little bit of tummy, and scarring, and crinkles in the corners of his eyes— a shame you didn’t get to see him back then!

💠 “You’re so silly, Tony~” you scold lovingly, interrupting his reminiscing of the past. You enjoy hearing his stories, but not when he starts to beat himself up! Another quick kiss shuts him up 🥰 And eventually he stops worrying so much about it 🩵

💠 But… Tony Stark dating someone younger? Possibly someone even like- half his age or more? It’s bound to gain traction in social media. Of course, some are positive, some are not, but either way, he really doesn’t want to deal with it :/ and he really doesn’t want you to deal with it :( and it kinda makes him feel worse that you have to :(

💠 But he’s gotta admit: your brighter mood and energy has made him happier, even at work! He wants to do stuff again! Like take you to his favorite cities and go on picnics and to the aquarium! Like the dates he took plenty of exes on when he was your age and loved 🥲 sometimes he even comments about how you make him feel young again 🥰

💠 And when he says stuff like that, you’re probably like “🙄 You sound old when you say stuff like that 🤭” but without skipping a beat, he makes sure to correct you.

💠 “I am old 🤨.”

[marshmellowzz]

Yooo, this is kinda a silly request but uhh, could you please do Akaza with a ticklish s/o hcs? I feel like he would taunt the reader and grinning at them as if he's gonna pounce on them for his own amusement.

Bonus points if reader gets mad flustered everytime and tries to runs away lol.

Akaza Tickle Headcanons

A/N - hi anon, thank you for requesting!This request isn’t silly at all, and I actually really enjoyed writing it! I’d also like to apologize for my lack of activity on this account 😭, life is kicking my ass recently, and I’m focusing more on my studies! but I’ll try my best to continue working on requests! anyway! here you go, I hope you like it!

* TICKLE MONSTER ALERT‼️‼️

* Akaza tends to dislike physical contact, especially with his fellow uppermoons— It makes him feel uneasy.

* However, since you are his beloved S/O, he feels content being able to touch you.

* He loves your smile. It’s one of the only things that quench his thirst for violence.

* And when he finds out that you are ticklish…

* He is rough.

* Not necessarily in the sense of pressure, but that is also true in some cases.

* He just doesn’t know when to stop.

* He found out on accident.

* He was attempting to carry you, and you burst out into a fit of laughter while he was hoisting you up.

* Apparently, he accidentally found a fairly bad spot for you.

* “Are you ticklish?"

* Initially, he found it quite cute, and amusing— how humans are so sensitive to stuff like this.

* Your small giggles and laughs are so adorable to him.

* He definitely takes liberties to squeeze in some sharp pokes.

* He always goes straight for your worst spots first, because he enjoys the element of surprise and the instant control he has on whoever fell victim to his tickles.

* He likes to be on top of you, he thinks it’s so entertaining watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

* Neck kisses. He’d press his face into the crook of your neck and pepper gentle kisses(borderline pecks) onto it.

* Big, big teaser.

* “you’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance”

* “if you laugh, you lose.”

* “you’re so cute when you laugh.”

* “not where? here?”

* If you two were sparring, he’d definitely use it against you just to keep you on your toes.

* “if this was a real fight, you’d be dead right now.”

* yea…but NOBODY IS TICKLING IN AN ACTUAL FIGHT???😭

* His hands are super cold.

* If you’re easily flustered, he just finds more pleasure in tickling you.

* (he finds how easy it is to rile you up amusing.)

* Running away from him is futile, because he’d just catch you in a matter of seconds—scooping you up into his arms and continuing to relentlessly tickle you.

* He’s so mean about it too, he wouldn’t stop until you’re in tears. 😭

* I feel that Akaza would tune himself according to how much he knows you can handle, he wouldn’t go over your limits, but he’d definitely be ruthless while tickling you.

* A mean tickler, but he just likes seeing you smile, so it’s not too bad. :3

[galvanizedfriend]

HIII if you don’t mind sharing, what are your fav klaroline fics? New and old, I’m in need of new reads 🙏

I'm probably not the best person to be doing new fic recs. 🥲 I have sadly not been reading that much Klaroline myself these days. When I do read fic, it's for other stuff. So my recs are either old or new-ish. 😂 But hopefully you can find something to your liking that haven't read yet here.

Buckle up because I took my sweet time with this list, nonnie.

. Inertia Overcome by @avari20

The first KC fanfic I remember reading the reason why I finally got pulled into the fandom after years of watching TVD as a reasonable spectator (so rly, if you guys can't stand to see me around anymore after all this time, it's this fic's fault for being so good). Honestly one of this fandom's statement works. If you haven't read it yet, please do.

. Timeless by @marvelouskatie

Same as the above. One of the most iconic KC fics of all time imho. The canon AU to end all canon AU. When I first decided to come out of the shadows and create a tumblr and actually start interacting with folks, this was the first fic that was recced to me. I was very grateful then, and now I'm here to pass this knowledge on.

. Picturesque by @supernutellastuff

Honestly of the sweetest, most heartwarming fics I've ever read! It's a human AU that's a How I Met Your Mother sort of adaptation, and honestly the first time I've ever enjoyed HIMYM. I love a good ensemble fic and this is just it! Supernutella is so talented.

. Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

This fic was WRITTEN FOR ME because of how much I pestered my friend Luiza about Carolijah and this will forever feel like a trophy to my heart. 🥰 It made me feel ALL THE FEELINGS. I hated Caroline, I loved Caroline, I loved my baby Elijah, I hated him, I also hated Klaus (he's such a fucking asshole omfg), but then the end was just DHAGHDDASAS!! You think you're in for a certain kind of story and it turns out to be so much more. It is, deep down, about the brothers, how selfish they are, how they can hurt each other more than anyone, but how they love one another above anything else, even when they want to kill each other (and fall in love with their brother's girl!!!). It's beautiful, like everything Luiza writes, and it genuinely made me cry.

. long limbs and frozen swim by @definedareasofuncertainty

I saw a discussion the other day about how whoever wrote this fic JUST GOT IT, and I have to say I completely agree with the person who made that comment. Luiza just NAILS Caroline's grief and loneliness after her mother's death, how isolating and gut-wrenching it is. Klaus being the person who finds her, who knows exactly what to say without her ever having to spell it out, the one who can truly see her, is so honest too. This fic is sensitive and absolutely beautiful. Luiza's writing is perfection and this is for sure one of my all-time favorites.

. Whisper to me, Help me remember by @lalainajanes

This story reimagines the plot with the "villains" of TO S3 in a way that proves my point that the premise of that season was good, but execution was absolute crap. All of the potential the De Martels had to be incredible antagonists was completely destroyed at the hands of the show writers - but explored to perfection by Laine's much more capable hands. Klaus is freed after 10 years in captivity to find that Caroline had been working with Tristan this whole time in order to take him down - except something is not quite right about that. While you're at it, please read all of Laine's fics! It's a delight.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

I wept when I read this because it's the post-TO canon fic I didn't even know I needed. Caroline's search for a way to stop her twins' merger ends up leading her to someone who's been watching over her on the Other Side. 😭 I thought I'd always rather live in denial when it came to how TO ended, but this fic made my heart so full! Also, jinxedwood's use of fae mythology here was incredible.

. All I Need by @euvixen

This story is HOT. It taught me things about the werewolf AU universe I was not prepared to learn, but I am a much happier person after reading it. It's a canon mates AU that will leave you 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I speak as though the story was merely about the smut, but it's actually much more than that. A TVD S3 reimagine of sorts that is incredibly satisfying. That's my favorite season of TVD, but this is still even better.

. the birth and death of the day by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

Anyone who's known me for a some time knows how this fic was my entire personality for a while there. I'm obsessed with Kelly's writing, and I have this fic on a freaking pedestal. I first started reading it when it was on a six years hiatus, and I was *so* into it I didn't even bother me that it might never get updated because it was so good I was just happy I'd found it. But then my silly comments inspired Kelly to come back to it, finish it, and it has honestly been my greatest accomplishment as a part of this fandom because this is a masterpiece. It's a TVD/Supernatural crossover where Caroline is a step-sister to the Superbros. It's truly, truly epic, with beautiful writing. This could genuinely be a show. It's amazing, just read it.

. this is a harvest by @highgaarden

This, right here, is the perfect Klaroline-within-canon story. This is the story that put my revolt to rest and gave my spirit some much deserved peace where those two are concerned. This is exactly what canon should've been like. I'm not even joking, this is IT. If you'd asked me what I thought the perfect Klaroline development should be like I probably would've said something very vague because I couldn’t explain it, I’m not that great or creative a writer, but now I can just show you this story and let you bask in the amazingness of a fantastic read that will not only keep you thoroughly entertained, but will also be the answer to all the questions you didn't even know you had.

. Paradise Lost by Borzoi

When i grow up, I want to learn how to write like Borzoi. All of their fics are incredible novella-like reads. It's addictive. And this is probably my favorite (it varies though, sometimes I'm in a Parisian Deal era). What happens after Klaus and Caroline sleep together in 5x11, and how they eventually find their way back to each other. It's just one of those stories that you can't stop reading after you start. It's so rich, so deep, so perfectly IC. One of those fics to end all fics.

. The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep One of the modern day classics, if you will. This fic is such a stunning, vivid and delicate picture of Caroline's mind as she was dealing with the consequences of the abuse she suffered at the hands of Damon. She's still human, but she's probably more IC than we've seen her ever on the show when it comes to this. The bond she forms with Klaus is truly incredible too, and speaks a lot of how the two of them really do have a lot in common (even with Caroline still as a human), but it's really the Caroline study part of the story that touches me. The writing is absolutely beautiful as well.

. it takes a while to settle down by theviolinist

This story is a punch to your stomach, but it is PERFECTION in 8k words. It's hot, it's bittersweet, it's SO in character and, in my head, I kinda like to pretend that this is what happened before Caroline married Stefan. lol

. Wanderlust by @bellemorte180 Anybody who was a part of fandom around the time this story was being published can tell you how much of an EVENT it was. There were discussion groups about the mystery. It was so entertaining. Erica's attention to detail and how she wove the little clues throughout the chapters made this a genuine thriller. I particularly some of the side-characters here. It's honestly another fandom staple I think everyone should read.

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In terms of newer fics that I can rec you, I have two that are on my TBR. One of them is a WIP that I've been slowly going through, and the other one I know was recently finished.

. make them bow by @stars-and-darkness

This was recced to me by two friends recently and I started reading it a while back and thought it was incredible! I have sadly been awful with keeping up with stuff, but just based on the raving reviews and the five chapters I read, I fully believe it to be just as awesome as it seems to be. The writing was so good, and I was just in love with Klaus' voice in this story. It was so reminescent of early-days TVD Klaus, which is by far my favorite Klaus of all. Sexy and dangerous and so smooth. I loved it! Need to get back to it.

. Wolf Club by @Radioactive79

Listen, if you like kid fics, this is absolutely for you. The whole story is narrated by an eight-year-old OC, the daughter of Ray Sutton, the first werewolf Klaus kills when he's trying to start his mass-production of hybrids. She's a little wolf herself, and a while little thing who was subjected to her fair share of child trauma. Klaus has no idea what to do with her, but ends up taking her with him as continues on his journey, and ends up forging a bond with the little girl. I cannot tell you how delicious this story is. It has Klaroline, yes, but for me the little girl is the absolute star of the company. I usually hate OCs, especially children, in fics, but this one is AMAZING. Seriously. The way this story is written is glorious. I can't recommend it enough.

[lilislegacy]

Ok the last headcannon I sent in was kinda dark so here have some fluffy domestic shit

Annabeth over works herself on basically everything so sometimes percy will find her asleep on top of architectural schematics or books. Or fall asleep on the couch while watching a movie. Or at her laptop while working on her thesis.

Percy will just pick her up, bridal style, and tuck her into bed.

Annabeth would probably wake up when he picks her up but she just pretends to sleep. She would never admit it, but she loves being carried by percy.

He would just tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead. Get ready for bed and join her.

Also not completely unrelated but

Big spoon Annabeth.

She started doing that the first time they ever cuddled. She did it to protect the Achilles spot on his lower back. Even after he lost the curse of Achilles, she still held him close to her.

Just wanted to share some cute stuff UwU have fun!

thanks for the ask @invadericee!

the first one is SO accurate. she would do this all the time, even when they’re grown and married, and percy would 100% love scooping her up and taking her to bed. and you’re so right that she secretly loves it.

aww big spoon annabeth is adorable. and because of his achilles spot makes it even cuter! i can totally see him just laying there and then suddenly annabeth is against his back with her arm and leg thrown over him lol.

sad side comment: i know you didn’t ask, but i’m not one of the people who thinks annabeth is always the big spoon, because i think percy is usually the big spoon. partly because he’s bigger, but mainly because annabeth is touch starved and was never held growing up. and i think of times in the books, like BotL where annabeth reached out to percy for him to hug her, or when he found her in MoA after she faces arachne, and the second he held her she just collapsed and sobbed against him. she very canonically craves being held by him, which is something she’s not used to. 😭 so i think percy is usually big spoon, not because he’s the man, but because annabeth needs to be held more than him. and percy knows that.