#dividers by aquazero

[iamgonnagetyouback]

ivyyyyyyyy i think a frostbite with barty and "tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "well, for starters, I'm cute." would be super adorable in your style <333 congrats again mwah

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ cute

synopsis: ever since you met barty, he’s been a dramatic menace. you’ve learned to deal with it, but when you ask for three reasons you should put up with him, he’s determined to prove he’s worth the tolerating—starting with the fact that he’s cute content warnings: excessive dramatics (courtesy of barty), fluff, and one (1) very smug boy who takes being called cute way too seriously prompt ➺"tell me three reasons why i should put up with you." "well, for starters, i'm cute." author's note: thank you for celebrating with me, love!! <3 hope you like it ♡

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You sigh, looking over at Barty with an eyebrow raised, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as he leans lazily against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You’re not sure what he’s done this time to drive you up the wall, but he’s certainly acting like he hasn’t just spent the last twenty minutes making it his life’s mission to be a menace.

“Tell me three reasons why I should even put up with you,” you say, arms crossed and giving him an unimpressed look.

Barty’s eyes spark mischievously, clearly ready to meet your challenge with enthusiasm. He straightens up, putting on a look of mock-seriousness as he dramatically flips an imaginary lock of hair over his shoulder, like he's about to deliver a line from a play.

“Welllllll,” he begins, drawing out the word as if he’s really contemplating it, “for starters, I’m cute.” He flashes you a grin that’s as smug as it is endearing, the corners of his mouth curving up like he’s already won.

You can’t help it—you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you cross your arms tighter. “Yeah, sure, you’re cute.”

To your surprise, Barty’s face lights up in a way that’s so genuine it makes you falter for just a second. His eyes glint with excitement, and he practically beams at you, looking like a kid who’s just been handed a massive candy bar. “Oh! So you do think I’m cute!” he practically shouts, clearly reveling in the supposed compliment.

You can’t believe how easily he’s fallen for that, and a smirk tugs at your lips. You’re not going to let him have his little victory so easily. “If by ‘cute,’ you mean overly obnoxious, a bane to my existence, an insufferable little gremlin with no respect for personal space, then yes. You’re adorable,” you say, layering each word with as much sarcasm as you can muster.

Barty gasps, clutching his chest dramatically like he’s just been mortally wounded. “How could you?!” His voice cracks as he stumbles backward, casting you a wounded look as if you’ve stabbed him with betrayal itself. He clutches an invisible wound on his chest, stumbling back to collapse onto the couch like a tragic hero in the final act of his life. “Obnoxious? A gremlin? A bane to your existence?! How could you say such hurtful things? I thought we had something special!”

By now, you’re laughing despite yourself, trying to cover your mouth as a few giggles slip out. Barty peeks from under his hand, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you, his face breaking into a victorious grin as he sees your shoulders shaking with laughter.

“See?” he says, dropping the act entirely and flashing you that ever-smug grin. “That’s reason two: I make you laugh, and you know you love it.” He wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis, looking at you with such exaggerated confidence that it’s impossible not to laugh harder.

“Oh, Merlin,” you mutter, trying to compose yourself even as he gazes at you with the utmost satisfaction. “I don’t know if I ‘love’ it, but you sure do keep things interesting.”

Barty pretends to be offended, once again clutching his chest like he’s barely holding himself together. “Only ‘interesting’? Treasure, please, don’t shortchange me,” he says, rolling his eyes in mock despair. “I’m magnificent. I’m a vision. A one-of-a-kind gem in your otherwise humdrum life. Who else brings the kind of sparkle, the absolute pizzazz, that I do?”

You try to keep a straight face as you reply, “Pizzazz? The only ‘pizzazz’ you bring is when you manage to knock over three things in a row and try to play it off like it was intentional.”

He gasps again, this time managing to look somehow even more insulted. “You think I’m clumsy?” he asks, eyes wide with faux horror. “No, no, my love, that’s just me leaving a mark on the world, showing my… my undeniably charming presence.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it now?” you reply, trying to fight back a grin. “And here I thought it was just you being a klutz.”

Barty sniffs, lifting his chin with a dignified air. “Well, I don’t expect you to understand the intricacies of my charm, Treasure. It’s a rare gift, one that mere mortals such as yourself might struggle to comprehend.”

“Rare gift?” you echo, chuckling as he leans into his own grandeur. “If anything, it’s a rare torture.”

He laughs, clearly enjoying every second of your banter. “Oh, admit it,” he says, leaning forward, “you’d be absolutely miserable without me. Who else would provide you with endless entertainment, constant compliments, and the kind of delightful companionship that I do?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to look as unimpressed as possible. “Endless entertainment, maybe. As for companionship… I think I could find quieter, less ego-inflated options.”

He gasps yet again, stumbling back into the couch as if he’s been struck. “Quieter? Quieter? How could you even suggest such a thing? The silence would be deafening, and you’d be haunted by the memory of my delightful voice, echoing in the void.”

“Haunted by your voice? That sounds more like a nightmare than a fond memory,” you say with a grin, unable to keep up the unimpressed act much longer.

Barty pauses, noticing the way you’re smiling at him, and his expression softens for a moment, a genuine glimmer of happiness slipping through his playful mask. “Alright, reason three,” he says, his voice lower and a little gentler. “I make you smile, and I know that’s worth something.”

You try to stifle your reaction, but the warmth in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to hide your smile.

“You think that counts as a real reason?” you ask, half-jokingly, even though you’re fully aware that it’s a perfectly good reason.

“Of course it does,” he says, leaning in closer with a look of triumph. “So, tell me, have I convinced you?”

You give him a long look, trying to keep your face serious but failing as a smirk creeps in. “Fine. Maybe you’re not entirely unbearable,” you admit.

He grins, looking as overjoyed as if you’d just handed him the world. “I’ll take it!” he says with a flourish, sweeping you into a dramatic bow. “It is a privilege and a pleasure to be tolerated by you.”

Laughing, you give him a playful shove. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that, Treasure.” He winks, flashing you that smug grin again, and you know, despite the constant teasing, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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vampire!matt thinks you taste divine..

warnings ⟶ 18+ MDNI. suggestive content, surprise attack (matt lures reader into a dark alley), violence (really just matt forcefully drinking from reader.)

a chill creeps up your spine as you walk along wet pavement, the only light coming from flickering lampposts above your head that do nothing to comfort you. you suddenly wish you’d taken your friend’s offer for a ride home, but your fear of being a burden had won out over safety and logic, unfortunately.

you tighten your arms over your chest, the thin fabric of your jacket not doing its job in keeping you warm tonight. all you want to do is crawl into your bed in your cozy apartment, maybe cuddle with your cat if he’s feeling particularly generous, but first you have to make it home safely.

you’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you barely register a peculiar noise not far from you until it suddenly hits you—a cat. at first, you think your mind is just playing tricks on you, that you must miss your own pet so much that the sound of his meows are suddenly echoing somewhere in the depths of your mind. but as you pause on the empty sidewalk, feet shuffling against concrete until you’re completely stopped, you strain your ears to listen for the soft meow again.

as soon as the noise is heard, your gaze snaps towards the place you think it’s coming from, only to freeze in place—it’s in an alley. and not just any alley, but one of those eerily dark, long ones just between two buildings that cast long shadows over the narrow passage. it reminds you of one of those frustrating moments in a scary movie where you’re yelling at the main character not to be an idiot and to keep walking, to go home and crawl into that warm bed you were just thinking about, but for some reason you can’t. maybe it’s because you can’t help but think of your own cat and if he was lost or stranded, hoping some kind stranger would do the right thing and help, or maybe it’s just because you’re an idiot—either way, you find yourself taking a hesitant step towards the opening, the shadows swallowing everything within the menacing alley.

“here, kitty...” you whisper into the darkness, teetering just on the edge of the shadows. you lean down slightly with the hope to see the animal better should it come to the sound of your beckoning, but you can’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable like this, and when the cat doesn’t come forward, anxiety prickles your skin.

your tongue clicks against your teeth as you take a few more hesitant steps into the narrow passage, trying to lure the cat with a new noise, but as darkness envelops you, your pulse quickens, and you have the sudden urge to turn and bolt for the poorly lit sidewalk again.

it’s at this point that you realize the quiet meows you’d been hearing this whole time have stopped. the realization that you’re standing in almost complete darkness dawns on you, a slow panic working its way from your toes all the way up to your throat as you finally make the decision to turn and head for safety, only to stop dead in your tracks at a familiar yet new noise.

“meow.” not a cat.

a human.

you’re frozen in place as your eyes flit around, trying to pinpoint where exactly the sound had come from, but you can’t make out anything substantial. the only thing you can hear is the sound of your shallow breathing, air leaving your mouth in short pants as you try to quell the panic clawing its way up your throat, begging you to scream or run—anything but just stand there.

it's only when you hear movement from somewhere behind you that your brain suddenly begins to work once again, giving the okay for your legs to carry you back to the sidewalk as quickly as possible. you’re just at the edge of the alley, sights set on the promise of some sort of light, when two strong hands suddenly wrap around your hips and pull you right back into the shadows, the darkness once again swallowing you whole. you’re about to scream, but one hand abandons your waist in favor of covering your mouth, and you suddenly find yourself face-to-face with a pair of impossibly blue eyes staring back at you.

“where are you going, sweetheart? already giving up on the kitty so soon?” the stranger frowns as he looks at you, but it seems insincere, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he looks you over, drinking in every detail of your visage. you feel stupid for slipping into the alley in the first place, but fear heavily outweighs your disappointment in being so naïve.

you breathe harshly against his hand, chest rising and falling rapidly with the thumping of your heart. matt’s eyes widen the slightest bit like he’s just realized you can’t properly answer him with his palm over your pretty mouth.

“oh, sorry,” he chuckles quietly, hand slipping from your face, “i like to stop the screaming before it actually happens—gets me awfully excited,” he hums, gaze lighting up at the thought of your throat raw and ragged, pained from crying out for help from him.

your frozen with fear as he pins you against the brick wall pressing into your spine, tongue heavy in your mouth. you want to scream, but the look on his face when talking about just that has your stomach heavy with dread, and you fear that the only way out of whatever this is has to be something else—something smarter.

“i...” you trail off, captivated by the brunette’s features. the only light in the alley comes from the moon, but it’s enough to allow you the sight of his pale skin and dark pink mouth, his pretty blue eyes decorated with soft purple rings like he hasn’t slept in days. if he wasn’t currently scaring the shit out of you, you’d find him sort of... attractive.

you swallow thickly, snapping yourself out of a trance you hadn’t even realized you’d fallen into. “i—i have money,” you finally manage to stutter out, a shaky hand beginning to move towards your pocket, but matt is quick to snatch up your wrist and pin it to the wall too. “i’m serious, y-you can have whatever you want. take all of it.” you try to sound sincere and unbothered by the offer—anything to get you out of this fucking nightmare—but your heart sinks into your stomach when he sneers at you.

“money? you think i want your money?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as you look up at him with fear and confusion etched into your face. the sight makes him scoff.

“all you humans are the fucking same, i swear. you worry about nothing that isn’t materialistic, even when your life depends on it.” his voice is thick with disbelief as he studies your face, shaking his head. “and here i thought you’d be more fun to toy with. an absolute disappointment,” he mutters, expression crumpling like it really is such a shame, but you can hardly focus on that when his words are ringing in your ears—all you humans.

he must sense the slight change in your demeanor, the fearful question lingering on the tip of your tongue, watching as his disgusted expression slowly shifts into something more smug. “why the long face, sweetheart? are you scared?” he coos mockingly, but your breath hitches in your throat when he grins, the soft moonlight gleaming off two sharp incisors protruding from his gums.

“p-please,” you whisper pleadingly, but matt immediately shushes you quietly, shaking his head.

“relax,” he soothes, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, his hand tilting your head upwards slightly while his thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth. “don’t want you to beg, pretty girl.. it gets me excited, and i don’t want to be rough,” he hums, intense gaze focused on the soft skin of your neck as his fingers trail downwards. you’re preparing yourself for him to lunge for the sensitive skin there, especially when the tip of his thumb presses into your pulse point, but you realize with paralyzing fear that his attention has seem to be caught elsewhere.

your eyes follow the downturned gaze of the vampire pinning you to the wall, realizing with a quickening pulse that he’s studying your exposed cleavage with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine and a sharp pang in your abdomen. the digits that had been exploring the vulnerable skin of your neck now travel even further down until you can feel his fingertips caressing the inviting curve of your chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. it doesn’t go unnoticed by matt, whose mouth curves into a smug smirk at the sight.

“looks like we’re thinking the same thing, huh? i think here would be a better place to feed from as well,” he insists thoughtfully, his voice distant like he’s already considering the pros and cons of both. your lips part to protest, to beg for your life despite his earlier insistence that it would only excite him, but without warning, the brunette is suddenly leaning down to sink his teeth into the supple skin of your right breast, a strangled cry leaving your mouth at both the pain and surprise.

the pain is quick and sharp, your muscles tensing when he initially breaks the soft barrier of skin, but soon enough your body begins to relax. your limbs feel heavy as if the life is draining right out of you, and you know he’s killing you—you can feel it, every pulse of your blood as he drinks from you with a chilling efficiency. your vision begins to blur, breath growing shallow, and with a hollow feeling, you realize you can’t even fight against him.

that is, until something shifts.

suddenly, matt pulls himself away from your chest, his breathing heavy and his grip on your body softening. through your hazy vision, you can see that his expression has changed, his brow furrowed and confusion dancing behind his icy blues as he looks you over for a moment.

“what are you doing?” he growls down at you, but you’re too weak to answer him, only making a soft noise in the back of your throat when he shakes you once. “answer me.” but when a reply doesn’t leave your mouth, the vampire hisses under his breath, and his face dives back into your chest where he begins to feed from you again—only this time it’s different.

matt drinks from you with a slower, deeper intensity, almost like he’s testing something out this time. this time, the pain of his bite shifts into something warm, a strange, heady sensation leaving you with this oddly light feeling and your heartbeat erratic. with every slow, deliberate pull, his grip softened on your hips, fingertips rubbing slow circles into your exposed skin. you no longer feel exceptionally weak from his feeding, recognizing instead a dull throbbing between your thighs through the thick fog in your brain. you’d felt like the life had been draining from your very being, but now you realize that you’re not only gaining some of that energy back, but the warm haze over your body is almost.. sensual.

suddenly, the vampire is ripping himself from you again, completely abandoning his hold on you. he takes a few quick steps back like he’s just been shocked, leaving you to lean against the cold brick wall for support, the only sound in the dark alley being the mixture of erratic breathing and your heartbeat in your ears. when you look up at him, fear doesn’t strike you the way it should when you realize there’s a bit of your blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, slowly making its way down his chin and to his jawline. instead, something desperate throbs in your cunt, and you find yourself frowning in confusion.

“why’d you stop?” it leaves your mouth before you even truly process it, but matt seems to receive the full blow of your loaded question, his brow furrowed and his gaze riddled with disbelief as he takes in your flustered state, the strong ache he can sense in your entire body. it does nothing for the growing erection in his own pants.

“you have no idea the kind of danger you’re in, do you?” he all but breathes out, but your expression doesn’t shift with fear the way he expects it to, the way it should. instead, you simply look conflicted, like you know you should be running as far away as possible right now, lungs burning and your throat raw from screaming—not pressing your thighs together to relieve the growing ache between them.

matt presses his mouth into a firm line, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he takes another step back, further away from you. “count your lucky stars, little human,” he growls, his voice deep with irritation and something more—desire? lust?

“don’t take this as me sparing you—i simply like to play with my food.”

and then he’s gone, slinking back into the shadows as you fight the desperate, shameful urge to go after him.

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TY4BB - sfw, Michael Kaiser x gn!reader, fluff, cheesy, sunshine!reader wc: 964

"I said no peeking, honey!"

The pout on your lips lighthearted, harmless, as you cover your current project with your hands, looking back up to where he was lounging on the leather sofa. Glue, paint, construction paper, and little jars of glitter littering the living room coffee table. In your pajamas, those tacky fuzzy socks you always insisted on wearing when at home, sat comfortably on the plush carpet, hair still a little damp from the bath.

The little mouse that had curiously wandered into his cage so long ago, now sat comfortably in the center as if there wasn't a something lurking in there. As if the mouse didn't mind the claws that belonged to the beast it cuddled against for warmth and shelter. As if content to stay there forever and ever.

A sneer ready on his lips, needing to bare his teeth, fingers tapping against the plush velvet sleeves of his robe.

"It always ends up looking the same, I don't need to look."

A little too much, that little painful squeeze in his chest warns as he carefully watches your reaction, hands gripping his arms. But like always, it never seems to bother you. Your eyes crinkling in amusement, something delicate and too kind. His skin too hot and tender under your gaze. Nauseating. Addicting.

"Oh well, consistency is good too, right?"

That stupid, lovely giggle spilling from your soft lips as you turn back to your project on the coffee table. Your back to him, your arm moving in that familiar, well practiced way. Creating another blue glitter heart on the poster board. Too much.

The stadium is loud and bright, packed like always. Not that it matters to him, far more focused on the game, on being the only one to bloom in the field.

He scores a goal. Eyes betraying him like always, already going to find your face in the crowd. So easily found in the spot in the VIP section that he had selected for you. Not too close, not too far.

He expects your overly enthusiastic cheering. He expects your jumping and bouncing, doing a stupid silly dance, your back adorned with his number for all to see.

He expects it, craves it, needs it. But it's still too much.

He hates it. The field around him slightly blurring, his heart too loud, too heavy, as if needed to be ripped out. Too much. Your face too captivating, completely unapologetic with your love, showcasing it on a silver platter for the whole world to see.

"Let's Go!! Michael Kaiser! I LOVE YOU! Woooo!"

Your words, your voice, resounding even without a megaphone. Eyes twinkling, only on him. Your smile disgustingly bright, too wide. Too real. Blowing a kiss right at him, the ring on your finger sparkling under the bright stadium lights. That overly bedazzled, cringe worthy sign in your hands, painted blue this time, with too many hearts and too many words, one phrase standing out among them all, always present yet always making his hands claw, his heart twist.

TY 4 BB

The stupid little acronym you had come up with, adorning all your homemade signs to be a little more unique. To standout. Wanting to be special.

Back when you didn't have a spot in the VIP section. Back when he kept you at arms length but the grip around your wrist extra tight, eyes and teeth icy and venomous. Back when you were just a little mouse that stuck to the perimeter of his enclosure. His shoulders hunched and tensed whenever you tested reaching out to him.

TY 4 BB

A secret code just for the two of you.

What you text him on those rare nights the two of you are apart. His phone lighting up on the nightstand with the familiar text before bed. What you text him in the morning, paired with a 'good morning' and a little heart emoji.

What you trace onto his back. Warm fingertips against hot, bare skin beneath the silk covers, legs entwined. Fingertips too gentle yet searing, engraving your love into his back, beneath his flesh. Your words a sleepy mumble but still too clear, too sincere.

Too much.

TY 4 BB

Originally for his birthday cake that first year he had let you celebrate with him. Jaw too clenched and vitriol ready, to hide his wobbling lips. Heart squeezing and writhing as you lit the candles for him.

"I couldn't fit the whole thing on..but I think I like it better this way!"

Your smile too gentle as you carefully position the homemade cake in front of him. Small yet too dense, decorated with too much frosting, and clumsily made little blue roses.

"Like this, the words only belong to the two of us, you know?"

Baring your heart to him too easily. Not minding if he scratched or bit or squeezed.

TY 4 BB

The cryptic caption under the rare photos of him you upload to your social media account, leaving his fans to speculate.

Embroidered into the robe you had bought him last year and the one before that. Your own matching robes donning the same embroidery, over the heart.

Warm and cuddled in bed and waiting for sleep, the full words always coming out. Too sweet against his temple, his body limp to your touch, his heart bleeding, face melting into your neck. Hands tight, bruising around your hips, even though you would never run from his hunger. Every adoring word from your sweet lips ripping him open, finally letting him breathe.

Thank you for being born, Michael Kaiser.

Thank you for being apart of my world.

Thank you for being mine.

And

Thank you for letting me be yours.

Thank you for being born. (TY4BB)

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