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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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Cinnamon Girl

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Getting a dog wasn’t the best idea, but Sam grew to love the fur ball when she found out you were the dog’s vet.

Warnings: light cussing, extremely fluffy, and I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed any!

AN: Came from this request! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you love it!!!

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It was supposed to be a quick trip to town; Sam needed some chili powder and beans to finish making her chili, and Tara wanted to tag along. Of course, Tara only wanted to go because she could probably convince Sam to get her something, and that definitely happened; it just wasn’t what Sam expected.

As the two sisters were leaving their local grocery store, there was a piece of paper stuck to the bulletin board, and as soon as Sam read it, she knew it was over for her.

“Oh my god, Sam, look!” Tara exclaimed as she walked to the board and pointed at the paper. On it was a blown-up picture of a mother dog and six puppies next to her, and underneath the photo read the words, ‘Puppies for free. Shar Pei and Malinois mix. Need all six gone, or they go to the pound. Text XXX-XXX-XXXX if you are interested.��

“Sam, we have to get one!” Tara said as she pulled out her phone and texted the number. “Absolutely not,” Sam retorted. She would not have a dog in her household that she would have to take care of inevitably.

“Why do you hate me?” Tara asked with a slight frown. She knew that if she played this card, Sam would have no option but to tell her yes. Sam stammered over her words but eventually said yes when she realized she couldn’t tell her little sister no. Tara let out a happy squeal as she texted the number, and as they left the shop and got into Sam’s car, she got a response. “They said we could stop by and look at the puppies right now if we wanted. And, of course, we want to,” Tara decided for her and her sister as she told the stranger that she was on her way. “Tara, we cannot just show up at a stranger’s house,” Sam retorted, and Tara scoffed at her words.

“We aren’t going to show up randomly; we’ve been invited. And besides, you’ve talked about getting a guard dog for a while,” Tara explained as she put in the stranger’s address and told Sam how to get there.

With a small huff, Sam listened to her sister’s directions, and the pair arrived at the stranger’s house within ten minutes. Any fear of this being a murderer’s house quickly disappeared as soon as Sam turned down a road near a golf course, and country club homes were lined up on both sides of the street. It was close to Christmas time, and every single house had Christmas lights hung up. And as the two looked at the lights, they both guessed that each house paid more for those lights and decorations than they made in a year combined. ‘It’s just October,’ Sam thought to herself as she gazed at the houses.

“Some of these houses are insane!” Tara exclaimed as her eyes followed a house with a giant statue of Jack Skellington dressed as Santa, and Sam hated to admit it; it was pretty fucking insane.

As the two drove by that house, the most beautiful and captivating woman Sam had ever seen stepped out of the house wearing scrubs, and she looked like she was in a hurry. A weird feeling shot through Sam’s chest as she drove past the beautiful woman getting in her car, and for the first time in her life, Sam wanted to ask for that lady’s number.

With a shake of her head, Sam continued her drive for another minute before she parked outside the designated house. It was one of the more expensive houses in the area, and when Tara texted the stranger about looking at the puppies, a sweet older woman came out of the front door and approached Sam’s car with a beaming smile and warm personality.

The woman introduced herself as Andrea and led the two sisters in her lavish home. “I know it sounds awful, but we must get rid of these little guys. My daughter, Y/N, lives just up the road from me, and the sweet thing is a vet. So I know she would kill me if I let one of these cute babies go to the wrong people. But you two look like lovely people,” Andrea explained as she led the sisters through her house and into the living room, where a small area had been boxed off as the mother and her pups slept together. “How old are they?” Sam asked as she looked at the puppies and felt her heart warm at the sight of the babies and their squished faces.

“Almost eight weeks; Y/N says that’s good for them to stay with their mother for that long,” Andrea replied as she opened the gate and allowed Sam and Tara to walk in. At the sound of footsteps approaching, a couple of the puppies began to stir, and one walked toward Tara and started to rub its face against the girl’s leg. “Hey, little guy,” Tara said as she squatted down and petted the puppy, “Am I allowed to pick it up?”

“Of course! Look at as many as you like; please wash your hands before you pick up the next one. Y/N’s rules,” Andrea said with a smile. Tara picked up the puppy and giggled when the dog licked her face.

The puppy was a brownish color with some shades of black and the softest ears Tara had ever felt. Along with his soft ears, he had the wrinkliest face of a Shar Pei and the stiff body of a Malinois. He had these brown beady eyes that Reminded Sam of Tara, and as she watched her sister play with the dog, she knew the two would be a handful. The dog might not be the best guard dog in the future, but at least he will keep Tara out of Sam’s hair.

After discussing it with Andrea, the two sisters adopted the dog and wrote down the advice of Y/N. “You know, I seriously think you and my daughter would get along perfectly, Sam,” Andrea stated as she walked toward Sam’s car. The mother was carrying a few bags of soft dog food and a more oversized bag for when he gets bigger, recommendations of Y/N, of course. “Oh, yeah? How come?” Sam questioned as she opened Tara’s door; her sister was carrying the puppy that had now fallen asleep in her arms and shut the door.

“I don’t know. Call it a mother’s intuition, but I know you two would get along,” Andrea replied with an all too-knowing smirk that Sam didn’t pick up on. If she played her cards right, she could finally set her daughter up with someone who wasn’t a psychotic woman who tried to murder people on occasion.

Not that your dating history was terrible; you just preferred women who might try and kill you in your sleep.

“What place does she work at? We’ll need to find him a good place,” Sam asked as she opened the back doors. “She works at Ocean Boulevard, just off of Cornelia Street,” Andrea replied as she placed the bags of dog food in the seat, and Sam closed the door.

“I’ll have to give it a try. Thank you,” Sam said with a smile as she said goodbye to Andrea, got in her car, and drove back home with a new addition to the family. As she drove away, Andrea pulled out her phone and called you, too excited to tell you about the new romantic partner she found for you. She might have been an over-the-top mom and was always trying to set you up with women, but she had a good feeling about this young lady.

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The sound of soft scratching and whimpering woke Sam up from her peaceful slumber. She groaned as she checked the time and cussed as she saw that it was a quarter past 1. “Warner, come on. We have to go to bed,” Sam heard Tara whisper outside the door, but it was too late; Sam was already getting out of bed.

“Hi,” Tara weakly said with an awkward smile as she held the puppy close to her chest. “What are you doing up?” Sam questioned as she looked between her sister and the dog.

“Warner wanted to come and visit you, and he wouldn’t stop crying until he got to see you,” Tara replied as she held the dog toward her sister. Sam winced when he yawned in her face, and the smell of puppy breath invaded her nostrils. “Well, he got to see me. Now tell him to go back to bed,” Sam commanded as she got back in bed, leaving Tara standing in her doorway.

“But he wants to sleep with you,” Tara spoke for the dog as she sat him on Sam’s bed. And sure enough, he walked toward Sam and made himself at home on the woman’s chest.

With a small huff, Sam allowed the dog to sleep on top of her while Tara climbed into her bed. “Not you, too,” Sam groaned, but Tara shushed her and quickly fell asleep.

As the minutes ticked by, thoughts of regret plagued her, but she was glad to see her sister this happy. And who knows, maybe she was about to meet the vet daughter Andrea was talking about.

Almost like a prayer, not even a week after Sam went to bed with the thought of you, she had to take Warner to the vet.

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When Sam came home from work, she only wanted to relax, drink some wine, and watch a movie or two. But all that came crashing down when she returned to a crying Tara sitting on the floor holding a more than excited Warner. “Oh my god, Sam! Thank god you’re finally home!” Tara exclaimed through tears as Warner wiggled out of her arms and came prancing toward Sam.

“What’s wrong, Tara?” Sam worriedly asked as she dropped her bag and went to Tara’s side. “Warner ate one of my Legos!” Tara shouted as she picked up the dog and placed a loving kiss on his head. Warner then tried to lick Tara and whined when she dodged it. The puppy seemed ignorant to the crying girl who feared for his life, and all he wanted to do was lick Sam and Tara.

“He seems fine,” Sam coldly replied, but when Tara gave her a death glare, Sam stood up and grabbed her back, “Alright, let’s take him to the vet then.”

The car ride to the vet was silent as Tara tried to calm down while Warner happily licked the more petite girl’s hands. It might sound stupid to most, but taking care of Warner meant that Tara could actually care for herself in her own eyes. She believed that if she kept the dog alive and gave him a long and happy life, she could also have that same life.

“I think he’s fine,” Sam stated but quickly regretted her words when Tara smacked her arm, and she swore she heard Warner do his dog version of a laugh. Sam could not wait until they got to the vet just to prove to her sister that the dog was perfectly fine.

And Sam also hoped that you would be there as well. Not that she was particularly interested in meeting Andrea’s daughter, but she wanted to see if you actually lived up to your mother’s kind words about you. And when Sam met you, she knew that Andrea was right, and then some, as the Latina could not pull her eyes away from you.

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It had been a prolonged day at the clinic today, nothing too crazy except for the occasional ‘help, my dog swallowed a mysterious item.’

“If I had a dollar for every time someone came in here because their dog swallowed something they weren’t supposed to, I would be rich!” Your coworker, Noah, exclaimed. You two have known each other for years, as you went to high school together, and both decided that you two wanted to go to veterinary school together as well. The two of you got along so well because you both never dated in the same pool of people.

“I feel your pain, but the night is still young, and I bet you that we will have another one,” you replied as you rolled over to his desk in your chair. “Are you seriously playing Solitaire right now?”

Noah scuffed at your question as he continued his game on the computer. “Yes, I am, thank you very much. And I am quite good at it; I shall have you know,” he sassed back before turning his attention away from his game and looking at you, “Your mother told me that she had found someone for you. Is it true?”

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair and threw your back. “Dude, you have no idea. She called me as soon as she met this woman. She went on this long-ass tangent about how I seriously need to give this woman a chance because ‘she had the softest brown eyes and held all the warmth I would need,’” you finished with a quote from your mother.

“She sounds like a real charmer,” Noah replied, “But seriously, how much should we trust your mother’s opinion? You remember the last girl she set you up?” At the mention of your last relationship, you shuttered. “Yeah, let’s not bring that up again. And besides, when did this turn into a ‘we’ thing?”

Noah scoffed at your words that cut him deep. “We have a bond, you and I. We shared a room on our trip to Italy because the group wanted to ‘contain the gayness’ so no one would contract it. That’s a bond that doesn’t break!” He exclaimed with a smile. “Being for real, though, You’re my best friend, and I want what’s best for you, even if that means having to butt heads with your mother from time to time.”

I know,” you said with a sigh, “I mean, at least she’s making an effort. Even if she sets me up with crazy ass women.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Noah joked as he returned to his solitaire game while you stood up. “You know, I kinda want to meet this woman. Just to prove to my mom that all the women she tries to get me with are absolutely insane,” you joked as you grabbed your telescope and put it around your neck while leaving the reception area.

Just when you started to walk into the back room to check on the animals that were staying overnight, the front door opened, and the bell rang. “Your turn to get it,” Noah stated while making no effort to check to see who was at the door.

You huffed at his words while walking toward the front door, and your breath hitched in your throat. Standing before was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and she wore a tight, long-sleeve shirt that hugged her muscular arms perfectly. The shirt was also tight on her torso area so that you could see the faintest of an outline of her abs. And those eyes, you swore that they were the softest eyes you had ever seen, big and brown and enticing. All you wanted to do was get lost in them, but your mind was quickly pulled out of the gutter when a more petite woman stepped out from behind the alluring woman while holding a small puppy in her arms.

“My dog swallowed a Lego!” The girl exclaimed while walking closer to you, and you threw an evil glance at Noah when he chuckled at the girl’s statement. “Alright, let’s see what I can do for it. May I?” You politely asked with a smile while holding out your arms. The girl was hesitant initially, but after a slight nudge from the taller woman, she reluctantly handed you the puppy.

“Follow me,” you said while walking down the hallway and opening up a door to a room. You placed the dog on the metal table, and he automatically curled up into a ball and closed his eyes. “I’m going to need you to fill out these papers while I get the ultrasound set up and ready to go,” you stated while putting some paperwork on a clipboard with a pen and handing it to the more petite girl, as she seemed to be the one who cared about the animal the most.

While you got the ultrasound ready, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you, and when you met them, you gave the taller woman the softest smile, and Sam felt her heart melt. When she first got here, Sam noticed your badge, and her heart did flips when she saw that it said ‘Y/N L/N,’ and Sam prayed that you were the daughter of Andrea.

“Here you go,” Tara said while handing you the clipboard, and you told her thank you as you took it from her. “‘Warner?’ That’s an odd name for a dog,” you stated as you looked over the sheets for the dog.

“Yeah, I named him after my favorite book character,” Tara replied embarrassedly as her eyes looked bashfully at the floor.

“Please tell me you did not name your dog after Aaron Warner,” you deadpanned as you stared at the girl.

A few beats of silence passed before she admitted, “Yes, I did.” You chuckled as you set the clipboard down and turned on the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to ignore what you just said,” you joked with a smile, and Sam had to fight back the feeling of jealousy that stirred in her chest.

“Okay, so I’m going to do an ultrasound on Warner’s stomach to see the location of the Lego, and then, depending on its location, I will be able to tell the best course of action. Is that alright with you?” You asked as you sat in your chair and rolled over the metal table.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me,” Tara replied as she walked over to the table and gently ran a hand down Warner, causing the dog to open his eyes and yawn.

A few minutes passed while you performed the ultrasound, and when you found the object in the puppy’s stomach, you pointed to it on the screen. “You can see the object right here. Now, he will be able to pass it just fine; giving him cooked asparagus will help him have bowel movements, and he should secrete it in a couple of days,” you explained as you turned off the machine and rubbed the dog’s head for good measure.

“Thank you so much,” Tara replied as she picked up the dog. “It’s no problem,” you replied while opening the door and motioning for the sisters to follow you to the front desk.

“Just come back in a week's time for a checkup, and I can do his routine checkup as well,” you stated while filling out a business card with your number and the clinic's address, and you handed it to Sam. When she took the card, her fingers brushed against yours, and you both felt a spark shoot through your fingertips and quickly spread throughout your bodies. Both of your heartbeats quickened and matched in rhythm, both of you too shocked to say anything for a few moments.

‘Umm… How much do I owe you?” Sam eventually asked after she put your card in her wallet. Realizing that you were still at work and needed to take money from this woman, you hated your job at that moment. “You don’t owe me anything,” you offered with a smile as you printed off the receipt for Sam.

A small laugh escaped Sam’s lips as she started to pull out her credit card, but you quickly placed your hand on the woman’s wrist, stopping her movements. “I’m serious; you don’t owe me anything. Consider this pro bono,” you said as you gave Sam’s wrist a gentle squeeze and a loving smile.

The feeling of your hand on her wrist gave Sam wartime she didn’t need, and she felt her heart rip apart when you pulled away after keeping your hand on her for a second too long. “I can’t let you do that,” Sam stated as she shook her head and handed you her card, and you accepted it only to hand it back with a smile. “Consider this a treat, and you can repay me by coming back next week for a check-up,” you reasoned.

A few moments of silence passed as you had a silent battle with Sam, but eventually, she surrendered and put her card away. “Are you sure?” Sam asked one last time; she hated having to be in people’s doubt, as it seemed that they held something over her head. But the thought of being in your doubt didn’t sound bad for some unknown reason.

“Oh yeah, I’m positive,” you responded as you followed the sisters toward the door and held it open for them. She didn’t know why, but Sam wanted to introduce herself to you. It might be because you just waived her undoubtedly costly vet bill or because she found herself attracted to you.

“Well, thank you. Seriously. I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” Sam said while sticking her hand toward you, “I’m Sam, by the way.”

‘You can repay me by letting me take you on a date,’ you helplessly thought but said, “It’s nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Y/N,” while shaking the woman’s hand.

Her rough hands felt heavenly against yours, and you could feel her strength as she tried her best to treat your hand with gentleness, something she wasn’t used to. You found yourself getting lost in her chocolate eyes, and you questioned how thieves bothered with petty art while her eyes existed; they seemed priceless to you.

An awkward throat cleared beside you, and you quickly dropped Sam’s hand while Tara looked between you and her sister. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Dr. Y/N, but me and my sister have to go,” Tara commented with an evil smirk; she could not wait to interrogate her sister about her tense exchange of names with you.

“I’ll see you next week, yeah?” You asked the girls, but in reality, you were only talking to Sam. “Of course,” Sam responded with a smile as her eyes quickly checked you from head to toe before leaving the clinic with her sister.

Once they had left the building, an arm was flung around your neck, and Noah pulled you against his body, “What did I just witness?”

“Nothing, just a friendly exchange,” you replied as you shoved Noah off you and sat at the reception desk. “Bullshit. You never offer free stuff because it will come out of your paycheck. And you and I both know that was over 500 dollars,” Noah retorted while standing over your shoulder.

“I know that.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Because I felt like it was a nice thing to do.”

“Nuh-uh. You just saw a pretty woman and instantly fell to your knees. You disgust me,” Noah joked with a disgusted face. “Oh, like you haven’t done worse. Remember that Tinder guy? You had made me drive you an hour to where he lived so we could stalk him at work!” You exclaimed as you recalled the memory.

“That wasn’t my fault! I needed to know if I was being catfished! And I was!” Noah defended, but after a few moments, he decided to let it go; he knew he would never win an argument with you.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you smugly said as you began writing down notes on Warner, and once you were done, you checked the time and stood up. “Alright, it's time for me to clock out. I’ll see you later, Noah,” you stated while grabbing your belongings and walking toward the front door.

“I’ll see you,” Noah called out with a wave of his hand while you disappeared outside.

The drive back to your apartment was a quick one and one filled with the thoughts of Sam. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel an undeniable attraction to the woman you had just met. Based on the details your mother had given you about the woman she told you about, you knew that this was the woman she mentioned. Those big, brown eyes and soft smile, you were head over heels for that woman. And unbeknownst to you, she is also head over heels for you as well.

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“What the fuck was that?” Tara questioned as soon as they got into Sam’s car. “Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam guiltily replied. She had hoped that her sister wouldn’t have picked up on her unmistakable fascination with you, but Tara knew Sam like the back of her scarred hand.

“Yes, you do. Why did you feel it was necessary to introduce yourself to her? You hate it when people know your name, especially strangers,” Tara challenged. She would get an answer from Sam, whether the woman wanted to admit it or not.

With a small sigh, Sam started the car and drove toward the apartment before answering, “I just felt like it was needed since she paid for the bill. Nothing else.”

“Mhmmmmm,” Tara replied as she studied her sister. She knew Sam was lying, but she wouldn’t press her for more information. Not now, at least.

Sam was grateful that Tara didn’t press on anymore, and she enjoyed the silence as she hoped she would be the one to bring Warner back to the vet. She found comfort in your soft and calloused hands, and for the first time in her life, she wanted to be held by someone. And if you had her without hurting her, you would be the first who ever did.

Sam knew it was crazy to feel this way toward someone she had just met not even an hour ago, but there was an undeniable spark that you both felt when your hands met. And she was pissed that she had to wait a week to see you again.

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That week was the slowest and most dreadful week of Sam’s life. Work sucked, and she had to work doubles almost daily, but she vowed to repay you for the vet bill. She thought about inviting you over for dinner to repay you, but she figured that you would want actual money instead of a nice, home-cooked meal where the secret ingredient was love and yearning.

Only when it was time to take Warner to the vet did she get out of bed with excitement, threw on a tank top that showed a little bit of her belly, and put on her trusty bomber jacket over it.

“Alright, Tara. I’m taking Warner to the vet,” Sam called out as she picked up the puppy and grabbed his leash. Warner started getting a little bit bigger now, but he was still small enough for Sam to hold him with one arm.

“What? I thought I was taking him?” Tara confusingly asked as she exited her room and frowned when she saw Sam heading toward the door. “And why are you so eager to take him?”

“I’m not; I just want to get this over with. And you can’t take him because you have your English paper due tonight,” Sam reasoned, even though she wanted to take Warner to see you again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take him because you want to see the pretty vet lady again?” Tara questioned with a playful smirk and thought, ‘Got ya,’ when Sam quickly scoffed and automatically denied the accusation.

“Why would I want this little shit to the vet just to see someone? That’s absurd,” Sam denied as she grabbed her purse backpack, put it on her back, and opened the door. “But I’ll pick you up some food on my way back.”

Tara knew what that translated: don’t tell the twins, and I’ll give you some ‘hush food.’

“Sounds good! Be nice, Sam. And remember: don’t be silly, wrap your Willy,” Tara joked with a smirk while she walked back into her room and shut her door.

“I don’t need to wrap my Willy, do I, Warner?” Sam asked once she left the apartment and rubbed the dog’s chin. Warner responded with a small yelp while licking Sam’s fingers, agreeing with Sam in his way. “Come on, little guy. Let’s get you to the pretty vet lady,” Sam told Warner while walking toward her car.

She opened her door and sat him on the passenger seat, and naturally, he curled up into a ball and went to sleep. It amazed Sam how much the little shit slept; she was positive he slept at least 14 hours a day and was only awake to torment her. But Sam couldn’t say anything to Tara about it, as she believed Warner was the sweetest little guy out there. The two had that in common: both being little guys who were absolute devils when left by themselves. Sam had lost count of how many shoes he had destroyed, and she also lost count of how many fights Tara started with literal children on Roblox. It was safe to say that Sam was constantly busy between the two, and she only wanted to relax with you.

When Sam arrived at the clinic, she put Warner on his leash, held him just for a safe measure, and walked inside. “Hello, Warner is here for his check-up,” Sam said once she reached the reception desk. “Okay, Doctor Y/N is finishing up an orchiectomy, and then she’ll be right out. You two can have a seat right there while you wait,” the receptionist politely stated as she motioned to the waiting area.

Sam told the lady ‘thank you’ and sat in one of the chairs and Warner in her lap. She’d rather die than let the shit step foot on the ground for even a second, and she was grateful when he went to sleep. Several minutes passed while Sam tried to calm her mysterious nerves, and her phone vibrated, and she scoffed when she read the text message.

Tara: How’s it going with lover girl??

Sammy 👻: Waiting for her to get done chopping the nuts off a dog. Why?

Tara: Ummmm because you seemed way too eager to take Warner to the vet this morning

Sam’s phone vibrated with another message, but she didn’t get to read it when her head instantly shot up when she heard your soft, angelic voice. “Alright, make sure he keeps his cone on and doesn’t do anything too crazy,” you told an old woman who held her dog close to her chest. “Oh, I will, sweetie. Thank you so much,” the old woman replied with a voice that spoke with years of knowledge.

Sam watched as you held the door open for the woman before you turned to Sam, and when your eyes made contact, a giant smile grew on your face. “Where’s the sister?” You asked with a lovesick grin as you walked to Sam and stopped before the sitting woman. “She stayed home. Had a lot of homework to do,” Sam replied as she stood up and held Warner close to her chest. The dog started to wake up, and he whimpered with excitement when he saw you and began to squirm out of Sam’s hold to get to you.

“Hey, little guy,” you said softly as you reached out toward the dog, and Sam eagerly handed him over to you. You gave Warner scratches behind his eye, and he tried to lick your hand in ‘thank you.’ “You can follow me,” you told Sam as you began walking down a hallway and opened a door to an examining room.

Sam sat down in the corner of the room while you sat Warner on the examining table and rolled your chair over to the table. “How has he been since his last visit?” You asked as you put on gloves. “He’s been fine other than being a little shit most of the time,” Sam responded with a slight chuckle as her phone started to blow up with chain messages from Tara.

A small gasp left your lips as you pretended to be shocked, and you tried your best to ignore Sam’s phone. And your heart pinged with jealousy at the thought of someone calling Sam their girlfriend. You covered Warner’s ears and kissed his head, “Don’t listen to her. I bet you’re the sweetest thing ever.” The Latina scoffed at your words, but she enjoyed seeing how Warner loved you and the attention you gave him. She found comfort in that you could display such love for an animal and hoped that one day you could show her the same passion.

“Alright, little guy. Let’s start your exam,” you stated as you gave Warner’s head one final pat before grabbing your stethoscope and putting it in your ears. Sam’s phone continued to receive messages, and you couldn’t take it anymore, and you had to know.

“You got a boyfriend?” You asked while your eyes darted between Sam and her phone, which vibrated with text messages while you held the end of the stethoscope to Warner’s heart.

“Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Sam joked with a smile as she tried to hide her nervousness and turned on ‘do not disturb’ on her phone. She had no idea why you would ask her that question unless it pertained to her phone, which was being assaulted with chain messages from Tara.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” You questioned with a flirtatious smile as your eyes scanned Sam’s muscular body, and your mind was instantly filled with the thoughts of you and her tangled in bedsheets. You moved the scope to Warner's lungs as you tried to return to reality.

“No,” Sam replied as she raised her eyebrow, trying to see what angle you were playing at.

“You never told me your last name,” you observed while listening to Warner’s breathing with your stethoscope.

“Why do you want to know my last name?” Sam asked with a nervous chuckle, hoping that you didn’t know her name from the Subreddits that accused her of the 2022 Woodsboro murders or that you didn’t read Gale Weathers’ latest book that called her a born killer and mentally unstable.

“Because I want to know what my future last name will be,” you confidently stated with a smirk as your mischievous eyes met Sam’s soft ones. You set down the stethoscope and then placed your hands on Warner’s stomach.

“Moving a bit quick, aren’t we?” The Latina pointed out after a few seconds. Tension filled the air with every second that passed, and even Warner seemed to pick up on it as his small head darted from you to Sam.

“Maybe, but U-Haul lesbians exist for a reason,” you reasoned as you palpitated Warner’s stomach, checking for abdominal pain or masses.

“I guess so. But seriously, why do you want to know?” Sam pressed on, “It’s Carpenter, by the way.”

You already knew her last name was Carpenter from the paperwork she filled out during the first visit; you just wanted to mess with her a little bit. And also find out if she had a boyfriend in the process.

“Because I would like to take you out to lunch sometime,” you said as your eyes refused to meet Sam’s. Any confidence that you had earlier disappeared when you asked the million-dollar question. “Only if you want to go, of course.”

“I would love to go to lunch with you,” Sam replied with a genuine smile, something she wasn’t used to doing. “Sweet! I’ll, um, I’ll give you my number once I finish up with him,” you embarrassingly said as your eyes met with Sam’s, and you smiled when you saw the excitement in hers.

Once you finished Warner's exam, you told Sam that everything was fine and that he should return next year for his next checkup. As you walked Sam out of the clinic, you pulled out a small notepad from your white lab coat and wrote down your number. “You don’t have to call me or anything, but I would like it if you did,” you told Sam with a smile as you ripped out the paper and handed it to her.

Sam gladly accepted the paper and put it in her jeans pocket, “I’ll text you when I get home, Y/N. It was nice to see you.”

“Yeah, likewise,” you responded as you held the front door open for Sam, and she left with Warner climbing over her shoulder and howling at you, telling you that he was going to miss you.

And true to her word, as soon as Sam stepped foot in her apartment, she set Warner down, and he automatically took off to Tara’s room while she texted you.

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The two of you talked every day, and you started to have lunch with each other every Friday. You two would talk about your week and your plans for the weekend while also talking about your personal lives. You told Sam everything about your childhood, and in turn, she started to open up more around you.

During your fourth lunch together, Sam opened up completely about her past. She was terrified that she would drive you away and ruin any chance at having a romantic relationship with you when she told you about her schizophrenia, past drug addiction, her biological father, and how she was in the most previous Ghostface attacks in Woodsboro.

“I knew about the attacks, Sam,” you told the woman once she finished speaking, and you gently reached your hand across the table and took one of hers in yours. You traced soft patterns on her hand with your thumb, “Thank you for trusting me enough to open up about them.”

Sam was dumbfounded at this news. She could not believe that you knew about the attacks but said nothing. “How come you didn’t say anything?” Sam deadpanned as her walls started to come up again, but she allowed you to still hold her hand and trace patterns on her skin.

“Because I figured it was something you would want to tell me on your own time or never talk about it,” you honestly replied, and Sam found comfort in your words as you continued, “I’m sorry if I upset you from keeping that from you. I didn’t know how you would react if you knew that I already knew about some things in your past.”

A dry chuckle escaped Sam’s lips, “I honestly probably would have ran if you would have told me.”

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t then,” you responded with a small laugh, and Sam gave your hand a gentle squeeze, grateful that you didn’t rush anything with her or try and force her to talk about her past.

Things between the two of you changed after that lunch; you two would FaceTime whenever you couldn’t see each other, and you would talk on the phone every night just before bed. The feelings you bore for Sam grew even deeper the more you spent time talking to the woman, and her feelings did the same.

Whenever the two of you didn’t have to work the next day, you would stay the night at the Carpenter apartment, and you were even invited to their game nights every Friday night. You quickly bonded with Mindy and Tara, and sometimes, when Sam was at work, they would invite you over for their horror movie night. You would engage in debates with her, and after enough conversations, you earned Mindy’s approval to date Sam, even though she would never tell you that.

Tara was a bit harder to win over, but when Warner would fight out of her grasp and make his way to you and how the little shit would lick your face as you laughed uncontrollably, she knew you were the one for her sister.

Sam was still the hardest to win over, ultimately. Yes, you were on her mind every second of every day, and she fantasized about what it would be like to wake up with you in her arms every morning and call you hers, but she was still scared of commitment. Sam wanted to love you; she needed to love you, but she was also terrified that you would hurt her in the end. And that is the reason Sam is in this current situation.

“Trust me, Sam. Women are crazy; just ask your sister. Finding the right woman is like finding a needle in a pile of needles: it’s impossibly stupid. But luckily, I have the woman of my dreams,” Mindy exclaimed with her hands, adding extra emphasis to her words while Tara nodded along. Mindy had forced Sam to sit down in the living room and lecture her on dating women, and she also had gathered the women of the group to talk to Sam and convince her to ask you out, whether Sam wanted to or not.

“Don’t try and flatter me after you called all women crazy,” Anika dryly stated. “Sorry, love. But anyway. Sam, you have found yourself a woman who is that needle in a needle stack, so you better not let her go!” Mindy shouted, and Sam shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hated being the center of attention, especially during this current conversion. She had been with a few women before, but she had never dated one. And Sam also hated getting advice from one of the children she used to babysit.

“Alright, fine, I’ll ask her on a date,” Sam defeatedly said as she pulled out her phone and opened up her messages with you, “what the fuck are you doing?” Mindy questioned as she took Sam’s phone away from her.

“I was going to ask her on a date, just like you told me to,” Sam retorted as she reached for her phone, but Mindy held it away.

“Nope. You have to do it in person. Like a big girl.”

“That was not in the agreement. I have to ask our Y/N, and you never told me how.”

“Well, new rule: you have to do it in person!” Mindy exclaimed as Sam scoffed at the younger girl. “Mindy, we should let Sam do it however she wants. The point is that Sam will ask Y/N out, not how she will do it,” Tara reasoned. Mindy hated to admit it, but the little shit was right.

“Alright, fine,” Mindy huffed as she handed Sam her phone back, “But you better not fumble.”

“I’ll try not to,” Sam replied as she typed out her message to you, ‘Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?’ And she eagerly waited for a text message back as her nerves started to grow. Sam was on the verge of texting you and apologizing, but she saw that you had already responded.

Dog whisperer: Of course!! I was starting to wonder when you would finally ask me ;)

Sam 😮‍💨: Haha, very funny. Want to grab some dinner and come back to my place to watch a movie later today?

Dog whisperer: You don’t even have to ask! I’m free around 6

Sam 😮‍💨: Sounds good! I’ll pick you up then.

The smile on Sam’s face was comical as she texted back and forth with you while ignoring the insults being thrown at her by Mindy. She didn’t care; as long as she had you, she would deal with everything with a smile.

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The date was excellent; you two went to a fancy restaurant, and you had to restrain yourself as Sam wore a tight, black dress that hugged her body perfectly and displayed her muscular arms. You two joked back and forth throughout the dinner, and when it was time to leave, you went to Sam’s apartment.

Sam gave you some more comfortable clothes to change into, and she did the same. You held the shirt to your nose and breathed in the comforting smell of Sam before you realized how weird that was and changed into the clothing. When you came out of the bathroom and joined Sam on the couch, the Latina lost her breath when she saw you in her clothing, and she couldn’t help but wish she could see you in her clothes all the time.

You guys watched shitty romcoms well into the night, and at some point, you fell asleep with your head in Sam’s lap. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable, Sam carefully stood up and placed a pillow underneath your head while she went to the loveseat couch and slept.

For numerous weeks, you and Sam would spend a couple of evenings a month doing that, and eventually, you worked up the courage to place a loving kiss on Sam’s check after you dropped her off at her apartment one evening.

By this time, it was well into December, and Sam was falling in love with you. You two didn’t put any labels on your relationship, but you both had feelings for each other even though neither of you said anything.

“Would you want to go ice skating with me later today?” You asked Sam as you were in her kitchen and helping her wash dishes. You had been invited over for dinner with the core four plus Anika, and while the rest of the group was in the living room watching a basketball game, you stayed in the kitchen to help Sam clean up.

“I would love to, but I have to warn you; I haven’t ice skated before,” Sam responded with a small laugh as she dried off a plate.

“That’s alright. That just means we will have more fun,” you stated with a smirk as you pulled out a dish from the sink and began rinsing it off. “Yeah, it will be so much fun when I fall on my face,” the raven-haired woman joked as she walked over to you and grabbed a plate with her left hand. A surge of boldness shot through Sam as she placed her right hand on your lower back and kept it there, silently waiting for you to push her hand off you. But when you turned to look at her with that soft smile only reserved for her and your eyes quickly glanced down at her lips, Sam moved her right hand even more, wrapped it around your hip, and pulled you close to her.

“I would love to go with you,” Sam whispered as she kissed your head. Long forgetting about the dishes, you dried your hands off and gently cupped Sam’s cheeks as your heart began to pick up its pace. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you slowly brought Sam’s face close to yours, and you could feel her breathing against your lips.

“May I kiss you?” You asked against Sam’s lips, and when you felt her nod, you slowly leaned, and you could feel the outline of her lips against yours when Mindy came stomping into the kitchen.

“Do not make out in front of my ice cream cake, you disgusting perverts!” Mindy exclaimed as you and Sam pulled apart at lightning speed. Sam awkwardly cleared her throat as she watched Mindy take a fork, shove it into the middle of the cake, pull out a ginormous slice, and put it on a plate before disappearing back into the living room, but not before sending you two a playful wink.

A few beats of silence passed before you cleared your throat, “So, about that ice skating?”

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On New Year’s Eve night, you took the group to go ice skating at Rockefeller Center. To say that the trip was a disaster would be an understatement. From Tara skating around like Tonya Harding and then purposely tripping small children that got in her way, to Mindy and Chad refusing to leave the guard rails while Anika tried to pry Mindy away from them.

“Come on, Sam. It’s not that bad,” you stated as you pushed off the rails and skated a few paces away from Sam before making your way back to the woman. “Shut the fuck up,” Sam whispered as her legs started to wobble. Ice skating was something she hated, and she hated you for convincing her to do it.

“Sam, I will hold you up the entire time, I promise,” you declared as you stood in front of her and placed your hands on her hips, “Just do one lap with me and we can call it quits.”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Sam whispered but she allowed you to guide her away from the rails. “I know you do,” you replied with a gentle smile as you skated backward while facing Sam. You had never skated backward before, but you would do anything for Sam, and your smile grew even larger when the woman placed her hands on your shoulder and pulled herself closer to you.

The first lap went like a breeze, and Sam was starting to get the hang out of it. She even felt confident enough to have you skate beside her and you two held hands as you went around another lap. You were getting ready to ask Sam to be your girlfriend when she hit a small bump on the ice and started to fall.

“I got you,” you stated as you gripped her forearms and pulled her back to her feet and steadied her. When Sam was finally stable on her feet, she felt her heart burst as she looked at your love struck eyes and hearty smile. “Thank you,” was all she managed to mutter before large shouting echoed throughout the area.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

You and Sam looked around and you saw that the ball was about to drop, and you pulled Sam closer to you. Sam smiled as she realized that she might have her first New Year’s kiss with someone she wanted forever and she refused to give that opportunity up.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Sam asked as she got closer to you. “You don’t have to ask,” you replied while Sam cupped your cheeks and you gripped her waist and pulled her body against yours.

“Three! Two! One!”

When the crowd reached one and the ball dropped, you sealed the New Year with a kiss from your Sammy. And that kiss contained the promise of years to come.

“Alright now. Break it up you two,” Tara joked as she skated over to you and you placed a quick kiss on Sam’s lips before pulling away. “Is everyone ready to go?” You asked with cheeks that were crimson red as Sam dropped her hands from them and you let go of her waist.

“Yeah, I think so,” Tara responded and you left the area with the group. You and Sam allowed the rest to walk a few paces in front of you, giving you two some privacy to talk. “So,” you said while lacing your fingers with Sam’s and pulling her into your side, “Would you like to officially be my girlfriend?”

Sam squeezed your hand three times and kissed your lips before responding, “I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.”

Sam tried to push you out and keep you at arm’s length, but you just found your way back in. There were so many things she wanted to say to you, like that you were the first person to hold her without me, but Sam waited until later that night to show you just how much you meant to her.

#sam carpenter #scream #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin

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thirstydemisexual · 8 months ago

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May I have something with Buggy being hopelessly in love with someone that both Crocodile and Mihawk are casually trying to pursue as well? I would love a typical “Two people betting with each other who can seduce someone faster, being so sure that they will sweep them off their feet- “Oh I am really flattered, but actually I’m interested in Buggy” scenario here.

Would love to see Buggy happy-ugly-crying (even uglier than usual) when he finds out because???? He WON!??? AGAINST SIR CROCODILE AND MIHAWK??? While said men are witnessing this weird spectacle from afar, for the most part being good natured about it and not holding a grudge, but also being highly confused because… Buggy? Neither of them even considered Buggy a plausible option for reader insert. Neither of them would have ever looked at each other and even speculated that their rival in this wooing contest might be the damn clown. Eh, can’t win them all. (And maybe they dodged a bullet here because if they choose the clown they must be completly out of their mind)

AHHHHH it's so giving The Grinch x Martha may and I LOVE IT! THAT DYNAMIC IS GOLD, hope you like this, I know it's not really my best work :/ been recovering from a bad fall. But I had fun writing this 🫶

HOPELESS🔪🤡|| Buggy x gn!reader

✦being in the cross guild was the most bizarre thing that happened in your life, sure living in a world where people ate devil’s fruit and gained power was bizarre enough… but working in group with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy of all people was so much out of your comfort zone that even the marines were surprised you were involved in the guilt. You were known to be a lone wolf like Mihawk, with no crew and no known attachment to other people, so you grouping up with somebody was a first.

✦in truth it wasn't really that you didn't like working with people, it was more tho that you had troubling understanding people intentions, you were stabbed in the back way too often for you to willingly put yourself in that position

BUT

✦ You really liked Buggy, having had a crush on him for years and you were dead set on pursuing him, what better way to spend time with him than working with him and gaining power and notoriety as well? And Mihawk and Crocodile, were not really your favorite people but you were willing to put up with them, but they were very much pushing the line with how much they abused the poor clown

✦You are considered as one of the most powerful and beautiful people of the seven seas, you were strong and reliable and very loyal it was no wonder to Buggy that Mihawk and Crocodile were dead set on pursuing you. They had been competing with each other for your attention since you all grouped up, and he couldn’t blame them. You are wonderful, and so full of charm, he fell for you long ago but his insecurities got in the way. NO ABSOLUTE WAY A GOD/GODDESS LIKE THEM LIKES SOMEONE LIKE HIM. Especially over THE Mihawk and THE Sir Crocodile.

✦He felt like he had absolutely no chances

✦ Somehow you were clueless, both to his interest and to the advances of the other two. Which was surprising with how much they were flaunting themselves over you.

✦ It was Valentine's day and Crocodile and Mihawk had had a staring contest all day while showering you with gifts. You had thought they were doing it only in a friendly way, and gladly accepted the lavish gift they proposed you but to them it seemed you reciprocated both of them which didn’t sit right them

✦ Buggy spent all day looking longingly at you, the chocolates he clumsy made for you in an attempt to finally ask you out sitting in his back pocket. He was sure you were going to pick one of the others instead of him.

✦ at the end of the work day Mihawk and Crocodile confront you, Buggy sitting on thebopposite corner of the room with a glass of rum clutched in his hands.

"Will you share a wine bottle with me tonight?" Asks Mihawk

"No, they won't. I arranged for us for the finest restaurant in town" interjects Sir Crocodile

✦ that's when you realize their affection is not really platonic

"Ehm, actually I was thinking of asking Buggy" you reply blushing hard

Buggy chokes on his drink, face turning as red as his nose under the face paint.

You rush to him to pat on his back trying to help him stop the fit of cough that the chocking caused

"Asking me what?" He's very confused because you can't POSSIBLY be meaning what he hopes.

That's when you shyly offer him a paper bag he hadn't noticed you having before.

"Come on, open it"

✦ Under the bright red tissue paper he finds a chocolate box and a beautiful ornate dagger, with blue and red gems embezzled in it

"The gems reminded me of you" you told, a bit unsure. His face had pure shock and rended him in silence, you didn't know if it was a good sign.

✦ after a second his eyes glass over and he asks in an almost whiny tone

"You were thinking of me?" at that you giggle

"Of course silly! Will you be my Valentine?"

At this point Crocodile and Mihawk are just awkwardly standing there 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️... like were they blind? of course those two idiots loved each other

✦ "FUCK YESS!" Buggy basically trows yourself at you and brings you into a soaring kiss. His ego boosting. He envelops you with an arm while he detaches the other end to go to the two standing there while pointing the middle finger

✦ and you can't do anything other than blush and giggle into the kiss because gods he's an idiot, but you love him for it

#NO BETA WE DIE LIKE ACE

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #opla buggy #cross guild #mihawk #sir crocodile #buggy x gn!reader

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heliads · 1 year ago

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I would like to request a one-shot where the female reader is a paramedic and Jack from Now You See Me has a crush on her and keeps doing things that result in minor injuries in the hopes that she will be the one to patch him up

i will love now you see me (and dave franco) until the day that i die

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If you were going to thank the Four Horsemen for anything, you’d owe them a great deal just for getting you out of yet another boring workplace training. Other people across the world can love the magicians for the money they scatter across their performances, or the thrill of getting into one of their exclusive shows, or just to appreciate someone getting one up on the FBI. There are many reasons to be a fan of the Horsemen, and yours has to be the most mundane.

In your defense, you’ve been hideously overworked for what must be years at this point, and at least this is one afternoon you can relax. You knew what you were signing up for when you decided to become a paramedic, but that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate a bit of down time when it comes to you.

The marvelous performances of the Four Horsemen don’t usually involve a whole lot of injury, but ever since one of the original shows ended with an FBI agent getting tackled by fifteen people under deep hypnosis, it was determined that having a few paramedics around couldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Usually, the shows are in lavish places across the planet, but this time, they announced that they’d be putting on a display right in your city.

You were excited when you first heard the news, much like anyone else. Even if all tickets sold out within a few minutes, just the thought that the world famous magicians would be so close to you was thrilling. There could be magic right in front of your nose and you wouldn’t even know it unless they snapped their fingers. Maybe they’d cross your path without you realizing it. Maybe they’d even stay next door to your home.

Your schedule was filled during their performance, so you knew there wasn’t a chance that you’d actually get to see a second of their show. There will always be YouTube videos, someone uploading a grainy video from the nosebleeds of whatever venue hall the Horsemen have decided to occupy, but it wouldn’t be the same as being there in person.

You’d assumed you’d be distracting yourself from thoughts of whatever exquisite show was going on down the street with some lovely mandatory trainings. Unless your squad was called upon for an accident, you’d have to content yourself with lackluster meetings and the like.

That was the case until you got the call that you’d actually be at the event hall. In a professional capacity, of course, but still, it was closer than you thought possible. The city had decided that it would be a good thing to have a few medical professionals on hand just in case something happened. There had been a handful of faintings and a small stampede at the last show, so you can understand why you and a few of your coworkers were called out here.

Most of you will be staying outside near your ambulance, parked just out of view. One or two paramedics are stationed inside, but you’re all going within the venue now just to get a feel for how the place is set up. Odds are nothing major happens, but it’s still fun to peer around and imagine what might be going on later that day.

The show won’t start for another hour or so, but the Horsemen are still kind enough to greet you and point out the major entrances and exits. You aren’t allowed to look around too closely, of course; half the fun of the magic is that no one knows it, not even the medical staff, but you can guess at the areas they’re keeping from you and what that might entail.

In all honesty, you’re kind of distracted from peering too closely behind various curtains by one of the Horsemen. Although you’ve never been to one of their shows before, that didn’t stop you from picking out a favorite: Jack Wilder, the cutest, or so you tell your friends between bouts of laughter and over drinks.

And, by all twists of fate, he seems most interested in you. He stutters twice over his one-syllable first name, and tries both to shake your hand and hold it, too. He got distracted when you smiled at him, you think, but that didn’t stop the rest of the Horsemen from shooting each other knowing glances, especially when Jack insisted that you be one of the paramedics to stay inside the venue. Just in case, you know.

The rest of the Horsemen file away to their dressing rooms or wherever they go to practice their tricks one last time, but Jack sticks around a little longer. The other paramedic staying in the venue with you opts to scout out the surrounding hallways, but you take the seat Jack offers you and he sits down too, grinning like he’s the audience and you’re the main attraction.

“Don’t you have to go back with the rest and rehearse your show?” You ask, teasing him lightly.

Jack shakes his head a little too quickly. “No, no, I’m good. Always good. Besides, if I did that, how would I get to know you?”

You laugh. “I suppose that’s a good point. Do you flirt with all of the paramedics you meet at your shows or just me?”

“Only the prettiest ones,” Jack grins, “although you’ve blown any competition out of the water, I can assure you that.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up when he says it, and you look away quickly to regain your composure. “That’s nice of you to say.”

You can still see the ghost of Jack’s smile out of the corner of your eye, blinking in your mind like you’ve stared too long at the sun. “I only speak the truth, of course.”

He looks like he has plenty more to say, but Daniel Atlas appears at the corner of the stage, looking irritable and tapping the watch at his wrist. “We need you, Jack. Quit flirting and help us, will you?”

Jack groans. “Always such a control freak. I hate to leave you alone like this.”

You swat him lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll survive somehow. Go handle Daniel.”

Jack grins again, but he’s still looking disappointed. “Can I talk to you after the show, at least?”

You make a face. “I don’t know. We’ll probably handle any injuries, if there are any, then head back pretty quickly.”

Jack’s brow furrows, thinking something through. “Alright. Okay. That makes sense. I’ll be sorry to miss you, though.”

You smile up at him. “It was nice to meet you, Jack.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he says in a rush, standing up quickly when Daniel shouts for him again.

You let yourself sit there for a moment or two longer, giddy over the undivided attention of one of the prettier boys you’ve had the pleasure of meeting, then head back out of the performance hall to go find your other paramedic. They’re a friend of yours, have been for a while, and so they greet you with a raised eyebrow and a question about if you’ve managed to secure a second date with your little magician for later that night.

You roll your eyes, but inside your heart can’t help but do a slow loop in your chest. He’s certainly charming, the Horseman, you only hope that his affections were genuine and not him trying to set up a trick for later that evening.

You’re able to peek through a window to see most of the show, which is as stunning as all the critics claim. You head back to the ambulance once the performance, tending to a few minor injuries like people forgetting insulin or getting their hand stuck in a door on the way out. You’re assuming it’ll be another ordinary day until you look up and see Jack standing in front of you again.

He grimaces at you, embarrassed. “Managed to slice myself open a little during the show. Would you mind patching me up, Doc?”

You reach for some bandages behind you with a grin. “Too cocky with our tricks, were we?”

Jack nods, feigning sadness. “My pride may never recover. Can I get a kiss while you’re here? You know, to help with the healing process?”

You arch a brow. “I don’t think that kissing an open wound would be all that sanitary. I can’t recommend it.”

“What about here instead?” Jack asks, tapping his cheek.

You laugh at the hopeful expression on his face, then, in a rush of adrenaline you expect just as little as Jack, lean forward and do as told. The look in his eyes could trick any girl into falling for him, and if you hadn’t already had an inkling of feelings for him, perhaps you have a little more now than before.

He’s pulled away soon enough, but you don’t think you’ll ever forget that day. It’s certainly a memory you’ll treasure for a while. All’s well that ends well, though, and you’re in the ambulance driving back soon enough, staring out at the road zipping by you like you’ll be able to sight him again if you just look hard enough, just want him enough.

You don’t know how long the Horsemen will be staying in town, if they haven’t already left, yet one week later, the news starts blaring headlines about how the magicians’ next show will be here again. Here, in your city. In your reach. It seems impossible– they don’t repeat locations without a good reason, but yet so it is.

You insist a little quickly on being a part of the paramedic team to cover the new venue, even though the times don’t quite line up on your schedule. A few days’ time finds you waiting by the ambulance after the second show of the by now very famous Horsemen, looking around with too much foolish hope.

You’re about to give up on the idea that you’d ever see Jack again– who were you kidding, after all, thinking that he’d be interested in you more than a passing crush on a pretty face– and then there he is, heading quickly down the stairs, walking directly towards you.

He holds up his hand, and you can make out a small dash of blood before he’s excitedly telling you about how he managed to cut himself again, can you believe that, and how are you anyway? Jack didn’t see you in the venue, only two other paramedics, and he was starting to think that you weren’t coming until he looked out and saw you.

You listen to his delighted wave of words, then speak once you’re able to. “This is a pretty small wound, Wilder. I’m assuming you would be able to patch it up by yourself.”

Jack’s face falls. “Shoot, you’re right. Wait, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You laugh when he turns to run, grabbing his hand so he can’t leave. “Are you going to go back inside so you can make a worse wound? That’s absurd, you know that.”

Jack’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly, caught in the act. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. No magician would ever fake an injury.”

“Not even to talk to a paramedic they like?” You ask, the picture of innocence.

Jack chuckles. “Well, maybe in those circumstances. I feel like it’s understandable, though. I don’t want to distract you from your work, you know, but I do want to see you. A lot, actually.”

You haven’t let go of his hand yet, you realize, but you find that you don’t really want to. “Alright,” you tell him, “How about something else? I’m free for dinner tomorrow night if that works with you.”

Jack’s eyes light up, fireworks in rowan wood. “That’s perfect, actually. I’d love that.”

Someone appears behind him– Henley, fresh from their show. “Are you two finally going out? Good, he insisted on switching the location of our second performance to be here again because he couldn’t ask the first time.”

Jack turns around, expression dawning with horror. “You said you weren’t going to do something like this. You said.”

Henley just grins. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I’m just glad you moved the second show,” you smile, “I was worried we wouldn’t be able to talk again.”

“We’re going to talk a lot,” Jack promises, “I just need Henley to apologize for interrupting.”

“Not a chance,” she says gleefully, much to Jack’s dismay.

They’ve been lingering for a while now, so you’re not surprised when Henley starts to head away again. Jack looks between her and you again, knowing that it’s time to go.

“Text me,” he pleads, “we’ll set this up, alright?”

You watch him go, and it takes a few minutes before you realize that you don’t have Jack’s number. When you reach in your pocket for your phone, though, you notice a playing card stuck to the back of the case. It’s the Queen of Hearts, and there’s a number scrawled hastily on the surface.

You laugh to yourself. Falling in love with a Horseman certainly won’t be boring, but who would want that? You have Jack. The best trick was winning him, and you’ve come up with the best hand. Nothing could make you happier.

requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!

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drearycrow · 5 months ago

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hiya! Can you do 3 & 6 for Poe and ranpo? (sorry i’m not good at request making😞) also it’s time to take a breather, stretch, And get water +food and make yourself feel like you :)

Notes: I wasn't sure if you wanted sfw or nsfw so I went with sfw for now. I can do nsfw separately if you would like. I went off on the fluff in this one. This is the most tooth-rotting fluff I've written so far. I wrote this at like 2 am so my apologies if there are some errors in there.

🦝Poe🦝

Poe walks into his mansion after hanging out with Ranpo all day. He walks through the hallways of his lavish house trying to look for you. "Darling are you home?" No answer. Poe starts to get worried and checks every room. You always tell him if you are going out. Once he got to the third floor, he heard muffled crying coming from your shared bedroom. He opens the door a bit and peeks through. "Darling is that you?" He sees you curled up in a ball on the bed crying. He opens the door fully and runs to you. "What's wrong my dear?" Poe rubs your back to comfort you. Your head turns to look at Poe. "Oh so now you decide to come home? I hope you had fun with Ranpo. I bet you two had lots of fun together." You sniffle as you try to calm down. "How could you forget our anniversary?" Poe looks at you with guilt. He feels awful for not spending time with you on your special day. He sighs before speaking up. "I apologize for not spending time with you today but I have a good reason." He holds your hand. "The reason why I was gone all day with Ranpo was because of this." Poe gets on one knee and pulls out a small box from his coat. He opens it to reveal a beautiful ring. "My darling you have been with me through hell and back. You've always been by my side helping me with my novels, comforting me when I'm stressed and taking care of Karl. You are my muse, my beautiful angel. Will you marry me?" Poe smiles at you waiting for your response. You stare at him, too stunned to say anything back. Poe gets nervous when you don't say anything back immediately. "Look if you don't want to marry me it's completely fine. I will-" You cut off Poe mid sentence by hugging him tightly. "Of course I want to marry you. You're the only person I want." Poe smiles when he looks at you. He holds your hand and puts the ring on your finger. A golden ring with a light purple gem on top. The rest of the evening is spent with you two baking a cake, celebrating your undying love for one another.

🍭Ranpo🍭

You arrived home after working on a case for a week. You've been out of town and it feels nice to be back home and spend time with your boyfriend. The keys jingle as you open the door. You set your bag down on the kitchen counter. Ranpo is nowhere to be seen. He's usually home by now but he must be either still at the Agency or he's hanging out with Poe. You head to the bedroom to see Ranpo on the bed hugging one of your sweaters. "Ranpo I'm home." Ranpo perks his head up when he hears your soft voice. He jumps up from the bed and tackles you to the ground. "You're home finally!" He nuzzles his head into your neck and hugs you tightly. "I missed you so much. It was lonely without you here and I'm glad you're home safe." He starts to shower you with kisses. You kiss him back and lay down on the bed. You two cuddle and spend the rest of the evening watching a show. When you get up from the bed, Ranpo grabs your arm to pull you back to bed. "Where are you going? The episode hasn't ended yet." You smile at his pout. You give him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to the kitchen to get more snacks, I will be right back." Ranpo gives you a thumbs up before you leave the bedroom. He lays back down on the bed pondering if it's the right time to propose. It's been a battle for months now trying to find the perfect way to propose. His thoughts get interrupted when the sound of the bedroom door opens. You hold a tray with a variety of snacks and drinks. You set it down on the bed gently to not drop anything. You start opening a bag of chips but Ranpo hasn't started eating. He stayed there sitting silently looking off in the distance thinking about something. You turn to look at him, worried that something is wrong. "Ranpo, is everything alright? You've been silent for a while and you haven't touched your snacks." He looks at you and sighs. When you reach out to hold his hand, he swats it away. Confused by this sudden change in behavior, you stand up to comfort him. He walks up to his drawer and takes something out. "Sweetie what's wrong?" He doesn't say anything. He turns you, sighing before speaking up. "Look we've been together for years now and-" He rubs the back of his head. "I can't see a future without you around me. I want to be by your side until we are old and gray. You mean the whole world to me." He gets on one knee and opens the small box holding a ring. "Will you marry me?" You didn't say anything to him. You immediately hug him and kiss him. "Yes! A thousand times yes!" Ranpo hugs you back, not wanting to let go. He gently puts the ring on your finger. The gem is a beautiful shade of green. It matches Ranpo's eye color. You two spend the rest of the night in each other's arms.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd poe #bsd edgar allan poe #edgar allan poe x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #bsd fluff #fluff

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irkimatsu · 8 months ago

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"Could I just be a creepy old guy for a second?"

THE WAY I FOLDED- WE NEED (whenever you've gotten around to seeing this of course, no rush bby 😚) MORE OF HUSK BEING A CREEPY OLD MAN AT RANDOM TIMES WITH HIS CHUBBY S/O-

The way my heart can't handle this..

SDGFDGDFGD THAT FUCKING IMAGE. ANYWAY.

Sorry for the delay, but it's finally finished, and as always, I had so much fun answering this request! I love letting Husk be openly horny. The request for a chubby S/O is just the icing on the cake!

...I actually missed the "random times" part, oops, so it's not entirely random... but still, 2.5k words of Husk groping chubby Fem!Reader and enjoying what he feels! NSFW!

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Your relationship with Husk has been going well for the past couple weeks. You’re not sure exactly when your feelings shifted to something more than friendship, but you could see the change in his behavior that told you he wanted more out of this. The grouchy old man has a surprisingly romantic side. If someone tried telling you that when you’d first met him, you would have laughed in their face.

But then came the first night that he took you out dancing. It started as a high energy affair, with him teaching you how to swing dance, a surprising amount of energy coursing through his old body. Then the lights dimmed, and the music slowed down. He took your hands in his for the first song or two, but before long, you had his arms around your waist and your hands on his shoulders. You’ll never forget the way he looked as you gazed up at him, his eyes lidded, his pupils wide, the small curve of his mouth speaking so much more joy than his usual smirk ever did.

“May I?” he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours. You didn’t protest as he gently pressed his mouth against yours.

The air between you was never the same after that night. The light you saw in his eyes during that dance always returns whenever you approach him, and your own heart skips a beat in turn. He’s been sure to let you know that dance wasn’t just a one-off, either. He regularly takes you out or presents you with gifts, and a night hasn’t been complete without him chastely kissing you good night on your way back to your hotel room, or even hugging you close for just long enough that you can tell he doesn’t want you to go. You adore all the attention he lavishes on you, and hope you’ve been able to return his affection enough.

However, he’s yet to show any sexual interest in you.

It shouldn’t surprise you, really. He was an old man when he died; surely his libido had calmed down a lot by then, if he ever had one. Not only that, but he’d also spent god knows how long, both on Earth and in Hell, working in casinos, surrounded by beautiful dancers and socialites. He’s had ages to get his fill of sexuality, and by now he must be so bored of it. He certainly doesn’t show any interest when Angel decides to play his own movies at full blast in the middle of the lobby. Husk only acknowledges the filth on screen to point out plot holes or especially shitty dialogue.

You’re sure it doesn’t help that you’re considerably overweight, either. Not only are you by far the fattest member of the hotel, but you’ve seen the types of actors that show up in Angel’s movies; everyone’s either built like a brick wall with a massive six pack, or skinny enough for said brick walls to lift in a single fist. People like you aren’t sexually attractive, especially not down here in Hell. How are you supposed to get the attention of a man as experienced as Husk?

It’d be nice if you could, but you know there’s just no way…

You’re trying not to think about it as you sit at your boyfriend’s bar, chatting away about nothing in particular. His gaze is glowing as bright as it ever does when you’re around, and you can’t take your eyes off of him yourself.

You can’t stop thinking about how badly you want to bury your hands in the fur on his cheeks as you kiss him so much more firmly than he’s ever kissed you. How badly you want his hands on your hips as he pulls you close enough for you to feel his excitement. How badly you want his voice, a deep and gravelly tone that makes your stomach flip no matter what he says, telling you all the sensual and downright lewd things he wants to do with you…

You try to clear your head with a sip of your alcohol. It’s never going to happen. Not with a man like him. He’s much more concerned with romance than he is with base pleasures like that. You know that’s something you should admire about him, but still...

The conversation lulls as he turns around to start putting bottles away. Is it already that late? You wish you didn’t have to leave him so soon… you keep your eyes on his swishing tail and wide-spread wings, trying to commit every angle of him to memory. You’re going to need them to deal with the loneliness tonight.

“Guess it’s time to say good night, huh?” you say as you get up off the stool. “It’s been nice talking, as always. See you in the morning?”

He turns his head to look at you. He doesn’t say a word; his twitching tail is the closest he gets to communicating in that moment. He finishes lining up some bottles, then still without speaking, he walks out from behind the bar and pulls you into his usual embrace. The fur on his cheek tickles the side of your neck as he leans his head against yours. You’re probably hugging him even more tightly than usual, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You just can’t bear to let him go…

“Hey… you wanna come to my room with me?” he asks.

He pulls back slightly from the embrace so he can look at you, though he hasn’t stopped holding your waist. He’s giving you his usual charming smile, but his tail is twitching much more rapidly than before.

“No pressure!” he assures you with a laugh. “You don’t gotta do anything you don’t wanna! I just… wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with you, ya know?”

His room… he’s never invited you to his room before. You know what men are typically after when they invite the object of their affections to their bedrooms…

…but this is still Husk. He probably just wants to keep talking to you.

“I’d like that… let’s go to your room.”

—

He did not want to simply keep talking to you.

Sure, it started as just talking, as you commented on the framed vinyls and promotional show posters he had hanging on his walls. He’s always more than happy to talk about his taste in music and magic acts, and you love how much he lights up when he discusses his passions.

But those aren’t the passions he wants to linger on tonight. After a break in the conversation, you’re about to ask about another poster, but he speaks before you can.

“Can I kiss you?”

You accept the kiss, expecting his usual chasteness, but that’s far from what you end up with. It isn’t long before you’re sitting on the edge of his bed with him as he holds your hips and kisses you firmly.

“You’re real cute, you know…” he says, breathing heavily, before taking a few more kisses. It’s not a full on makeout, but he’s lingering on every kiss and lightly moaning against your mouth.

Your heart skips a beat as his claws graze their way down your face.

“...you really think so?” is all your stupid brain can think of in response.

“What? Of course I think so!” he says. “I’m dating you, ain’t I?” He’s stopped kissing you for now to admire you. “I thought you were cute the day you showed up here. I didn’t say anything then because it takes more than being cute to impress me… but it sure does help.”

“You’ve never said anything about it before, so I thought…”

“I just don’t want you to think that’s all I see in you. You’ve got a good heart, you’re a great dancer… I love spending time with you.” He follows up the compliments with another kiss. “There’s so much I like about you, you’re not just a pretty face… but I’ll compliment your looks more often if you want me to. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

So he is attracted to you… that’s good to hear.

But is it just an aesthetic attraction…?

“...I wanna ask something weird,” you say. “You don’t have to answer.”

“Is everything okay?” he says. “You know you can ask me anything.”

It takes you a second to build up the guts to ask him. “Are you… into me? I mean… sexually?”

His cheeks darken and his tail starts twitching again, but he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s okay if you’re not!” you quickly clarify. “I mean, you’re so much older, you’ve seen so much already… it must take a lot to impress you, right? If anything impresses you anymore, I mean! It doesn’t have to! That’s not all a relationship is, right?” Your nervous laughter isn’t quite sane as you ramble without thinking about what you’re saying. “Oh, forget I said anything! It’s fine! I’ll just-”

You move to leave the room in sheer embarrassment, but you’re stopped by his paw grabbing your hand.

“Hey. Come here,” he says. You’re wary about it at first; how could you move closer to him after making such a fool of yourself? But the way he’s looking at you is so warm, so inviting… you can’t help but lean into him. He hugs you tightly the instant your head is on his shoulder. God, he’s so soft…

“Look. You’re right. Relationships ain’t just sex. I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I’m here, or that I’m moving too fast, nothing like that. I like you way too much to risk scaring you off.” He lifts your chin with his claw and tilts your face up, a move that always absolutely kills you. “But since you’re asking… yeah. I am absolutely sexually attracted to you.”

“Even after all you’ve seen?” you ask. “Surely the dancers at your casinos were a lot…” Skinnier. “A lot more conventionally attractive…”

“You wanna sit on my lap?” he asks. “I wanna show you something. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

He had you at the offer to sit on his lap. Without thinking about what he might be planning, you sit on his thighs, your back facing him. He grunts a little as you press your weight down on him, but before you can apologize, he’s distracting you by stroking your thighs through your pants.

“It’s true I’ve seen a lot of bodies,” he admits as he touches you. “And anyone can be sexy to me if I like their heart enough… but even a man like me has his preferences.”

You moan slightly as he squeezes your thighs. “And my preference has something for me to hold onto.”

His paws run their way up your thighs and to your sides. He lifts your shirt just enough to squeeze your plush flesh, and it tickles enough that you’re not sure whether to laugh or moan.

“Mmm… fuckin’ soft…” He keeps squeezing you as he peppers the side of your neck with kisses. “You like that?”

You moan and nod instead of speaking. It’s enough for him.

“Keep going?” he asks. You nod again, so he slips his paws further into your shirt.

“I’ve wanted this for a while,” he admits, his deep voice in your ear making your nerves tingle. “I just didn’t want you to think I was some dirty old man…”

“Maybe I like dirty old men,” you respond.

“Hey!” he says with a laugh. “Don’t you tempt me!” He kisses your neck again, more firmly this time, followed by a few laps from his rough tongue. “You don’t really want my hands all over you this soon, do you?”

“What if I do?” you ask. You grab his wrists through your shirt and pull up on them, hoping for him to take the hint.

Take it he does, as he moves his paws up further to grope your breasts through your bra. You’ve never considered your chest particularly big, especially not in comparison to the rest of your body, but he’s finding plenty to squeeze and massage. His claws are just barely perceptible to your skin, with the padding of the bra protecting your nerves from them.

You want that padding out of the way.

“Fuckin’ tease…” he groans before kissing your neck again.

He’s one to talk.

As he kisses and gropes you, you gain enough presence of mind to start unfastening your pants. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his ear twitching at the sound of your zipper being pulled down.

“You don’t gotta-”

“I wanna,” you assure him. “Please…”

One paw stays on your breast while the other strokes its way back down, pausing briefly to squeeze your belly before finally taking the hem of your pants. You help him ease your pants off your body, but soon you’re the only one undressing yourself as he gets distracted and squeezes your thigh.

“God that’s good…” he moans in your ear. “Softest thing I’ve felt in ages…” He chuckles in your ear, and you can’t help but clench between your legs. “Well, since you already know I’m filthy… you wanna know where I wanna feel those soft thighs of yours?”

The way he drags his rough tongue up the side of your neck gives you a clue…

—

You’re sitting at the bar the next afternoon, chatting with Husk and Angel and trying to pretend that everything is normal. Nothing happened in that bedroom, as far as anyone else in the hotel should know. You just talked, then went to spend the night alone in your own room. That was all.

Your pants totally aren’t hiding deep gashes from Husk gripping your thighs while he feasted on you like you were a five-course meal. You tug your shirt down, not trying to hide any scratches on your hips. You’re careful not to let your shirt slip off your shoulder, even if it’s not like anyone would see any fang marks if it did.

Husk glances at you as you adjust your shirt. His face darkens, and he quickly turns away. You notice that it did slip off your shoulder, and pull it back up before Angel can look and see what’s totally not there.

God, it’s going to be hard to hide this for very long.

“Husk!” Charlie calls, and you all turn to see her waving. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Be right there!” he calls. He drops the rag he was using to appear busy in the sink behind the bar, then steps out and stands by your side. “Keep talking in a bit?” he asks.

“Of course,” you say with a smile. Smiling back, he leans down to chastely kiss your cheek.

He also takes the opportunity to squeeze your ass before going to see what Charlie wants. You don’t hear any scandalized yelling from her, so she probably didn’t notice.

Angel will fix that. “What was that about, you dirty old man?!” he calls after him, laughing. “You, of all people, just gropin’ young chicks at your bar?! The hell’s wrong with you?!”

Your face is so hot that you might break into a sweat, but overall, you don’t mind it. “Don’t worry about it, Angel, he’s fine,” is the only explanation you give before returning to your drink.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #thepeonysbackup #irk huskposts

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hugemilkshake · 5 months ago

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Hey can you do more uh...self aware cookie run au with anxious reader? Just I can't help but imagine more scenarios of y/n being anxious and thinking 'OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE!' Buuut end up spoiled by cookies. Here are some examples I thought up but if you think of anymore cute and fun things, I'd love to see em too!

Y/n goes to the hollyberry kingdom and meets pitaya. Thinks they are gonna die to dragon...nope, dragon just wants to encourage y/n to make smores or roast jelly dogs over their flames and if a single one of the cookies who sabotage the competition even think for a SECOND about interrupting that, then they got another thing coming!

Y/n thinks they are gonna die to the licorice sea or the traitor affogato cookie when encountering them....sea acts kind to y/n somehow (or just ignores em...your choice lol) and affogato just wants to spoil y/n with sweets! (Bonus: instead of joining the COD....they go with y/n as something along the lines of 'you know what? I don't want to take over this kingdom anymore. I don't want it anymore, I want y/n! King, I admit to everything, please banish me so I can run away to y/n's kingdom!') Lmao!

Golden cheese kingdom...y/n goes in, thinking glitches are gonna kill em buuuut all the digital cookies make sure y/n is feeling safe, happy, and comfortable....aaaand golden cheese gives em lots of hugs lol! Can imagine being wrapped up in her wings feels really good!

Enjoy the milkshake! I had to give an excuse for writing about affogato cookie- I mean, the dude caused me brain rot. Also I’m not writing any golden cheese stuff because smoked cheese massacred my team and I’m angry at that (my team had way more power than smoked cheese)

Somewhat plot relevant?

-platonic self aware au-

Normally you had means of controlling your anxiety but at this moment, there was no way you could control your anxiety. You were in the middle of a forest! And not even one in your own world! It was one in the game you had recently just gotten into!

You were only on episode 4 in the story mode so you literally had no clue where you were. You just sat on the ground and started to silently panic.

But at some point a cookie you did see once in the cookie unlock screen kinda picked you up and just took you to a palace? You don’t really remember what the cookie said but they weren’t hurting you! So that must mean something!

But you were now having a feast in this palace with a cookie who you learned was actually a dragon- well anyways the dragon said they were Pitaya Dragon, also known as The Red Dragon. You did panic for a moment before Pitaya told you to just chill out and have something to eat.

And you know what? It was actually quite fun! The Red Dragon talked about other dragons and nice fun stories while the two of you ate, you were sad to go but you had too. You got some berries and stuff you could sell as a wondering traveler. Though you did tell Pitaya you’d come back one day so might want to stay close

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You had gone from a warm and humid forest to a frozen wasteland. What’s more to say? You had everything you needed to survive and villages were quite nice to you, you had your own gear so you didn’t bother them too much.

But you did befriend a peculiar cookie when you were by the Dark Cacao kingdom…

A cookie who looked quite lavish found you and seemed a little lost and panicked… kinda how you were when you first got here…. You felt bad to the cookie so you went to talk to them

Apparently his name is Affogato Cookie and he was banished from the Dark Cacao kingdom on the grounds of the false accusations of him trying to upstage the king. Poor guy…

Now since Pitaya Dragon was so generous to you when you had nothing so you decided to help Affogato get back in his feet since you should be passing on others kindness!

What you didn’t know was that one Affogato lied to you, two Affogato had connections to Dark Enchantress and three, he would become your travel buddy. So now the two of you travel around as friends :3

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk self aware

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sleekervae · 9 months ago

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New York Romantic .6

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a/n: Hi everyone, thanks again for your patience! This chapter is a little shorter and there's not as much dialogue as there is a lot of dancing. I had a lot of fun researching some of the dances for the Nutcracker ballet, and while I hoped to have this chapter up by Christmas, March 1st isn't so bad either 😅

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: tom attends noelle's recital

word count: 2,759

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

Tom wasn't so sure how he found himself sitting across from Noelle's family at a local breakfast eatery, somewhere along his morning Franca had insisted that he come along. And it went without saying that he was grateful for the meal, it had been a while since Tom had the privilege of eating out while on his student budget.

Maurice was an investment banker who worked for a smaller banking branch in Maine, tall with a shiny bald head, a seasoned gentleman of respectable stature with deep smile lines and wise eyes. Meanwhile Franca was an architect, a lavish yet simply dressed woman with long auburn hair, and freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. Chiara was a couple years younger then Noelle, her curly hair was much more reminiscent of her mother's but it was easy to draw facial comparisons between the cousins. She was a senior at some fancy private school, and whatever was on her phone proved to be much more interesting then conversation with the table crowd.

"So, Tom," Maurice looked to him as he stirred his tea, "Have you always wanted to get into show business?" he asked.

"Not at first," Tom replied, "I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do at first, but my mum signed me up for some drama classes and my father worked in the film industry, so it all just kind of fell into place,"

"And where'd you grow up in England?" Franca asked, resting her chin on her locked fingers.

"York,"

"Oh, lovely! It's just North of Leeds, yes?"

"That's right,"

"Maurice and I were debating where to go for our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I've heard such lovely things about that town," she said, "Alas, we settled on Marseilles and toured a bit through Southern France,"

"That sounds beautiful!" Tom awed, glancing Noelle's way, "Did you go, too?"

Noelle shook her head, "Nope, Chiara and I were manning the house for two weeks," she replied.

"It was so peaceful," Chiara added, her gaze still fixed on her phone. Maurice cleared his throat abruptly, staring down his daughter as she swiftly got the hint and put her phone away.

"Anyway," he then grumbled, "What do you want to do when you graduate, Tom? Theatre? Movies?"

"Movies, ideally. But I'd be open to wherever the wind blows me," he replied.

"I went to see his improv show last week," Noelle said, "He was really good!"

Tom shrugged, praying his cheeks wouldn't tinge, "I -- I mean I was okay..."

Noelle cocked her head down, giving him a playful glare, "Oh, c'mon. You were great. And I say so, so it must be true," she grinned. He couldn't help it then, Tom averted his gaze to his plate but nonetheless he was blushing.

Chiara scoffed under her breath, "You two are just adorable," she muttered sarcastically.

Tom watched Noelle roll her eyes, never the less her fingers fidgeted as she went to pick up her coffee cup. A sip of something to quell his dry throat sounded like a good idea, a pleasant cooling off before Tom could find himself swept up in the memory of that kiss yet again.

"Anyway," Franca cut in, "How's Bianca doing, Noelle?"

"Good!" Noelle nodded quickly, thankful the spotlight was off her for the moment, "She made it Maine just before the snow storm hit,"

"Is she gonna be back in time for the showcase?" Chiara asked.

"She's supposed to be back the morning of,"

Tom raised a brow, "Why didn't she leave after the showcase?" he asked.

Noelle shrugged listlessly, "She likes Christmas in Manhattan better,"

"-- Is Derek gonna come down?" Chiara asked, her interest seemingly peaking more than it had all morning. Derek was Bianca's older brother, as Noelle had told previously.

"I guess we'll find out," Noelle replied.

Maurice's gaze narrowed, "And if he were, what would you have in common with a twenty-six-year-old college drop out, anyway?" he asked gruffly.

Franca swiftly elbowed her husband, an urgent smile plastered to her lips as she stared him down pointedly, "Perhaps we can find something more relevant to talk about?" she suggested, turning back to Tom, "Have you been to any of the ballet recitals, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, "I haven't yet. This will be my first," he replied.

"We're so excited to see it. This will be Noelle's first big part in a production," she beamed.

Maurice nodded along, cutting into his egg-white omelette, "She's our little Sugar Plum Fairy!" he awed. None of them paid attention to Chiara's eye-roll.

Noelle grimaced, a bashful grin befalling her as Tom turned to her, "You didn't tell me that," he said.

She shrugged back sheepishly, "... Oh... didn't I?" she chuckled.

"No, you did not," he drawled back, "That's fantastic!"

"Well -- I still have a lot of practice to do before Friday, so we'll see," Noelle didn't like drawing too much attention to herself in that rhetoric. She was grateful for the opportunity, though nevertheless she knew the recital wasn't all about her.

"Are you gonna do her makeup, Chiara?" Franca asked her daughter.

Chiara shrugged back, glancing at her cousin, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Of course I do!" Noelle nodded, "I'm no where near as good as you,"

"Alright, sure then," Chiara barely got the words out as she turned to her phone once again.

Maurice took the conversation again, folding his hands before his plate and twitching his nose, "Tom, why don't you join us on Wednesday? We reserved a box for four,"

"It'll be a great view of the stage," Franca added.

Tom was flattered, though he didn't want to impose, "Oh, I don't -- I don't want to intrude on you guys like that,"

Franca shook her head, "Please, it's not intruding if we invite you -- that's what my mother always used to say, anyhow," she chuckled.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Maurice asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

"Well then, you're already set up," he told him, "I insist, and we can head out for dinner after,"

Tom turned to Noelle, her smile was bordering on confident, but she hoped that he wouldn't feel too pressured. After all, she knew her family could be a bit much and they had all only just met. But he didn't see the harm; her family was so nice and the view of the stage was promised to be excellent. And if it meant having a better view of Noelle, who was he to pass that up?

"Alright, if you're sure I'll be happy join you," he decided.

Friday was the twenty-third, and despite Christmas Day being just around the corner, the hustle and bustle of New York never stopped. Neither did the cold. It hadn't snowed again but the nefarious east coast arctic fronts swept through the streets; icicles were formed off of passing trucks and the sidewalks and roads were awash in various colours of crushed melting salts. And the cold certainly didn't deter eager shoppers to tick off last minute Christmas gifts from their lists.

Tom wasn't sure what he was supposed to wear to a ballet recital, he didn't want to overdress but he certainly didn't want to look sloppy either. His mum had shipped over some more clothes a couple weeks prior, nicer slacks, dress shirts, a couple pairs of shoes that definitely weren't ice-friendly. Nevertheless, he settled for a white t-shirt and blazer jacket sat over some dark jeans, and his trainers that at least wouldn't send him skidding with one wrong move.

The last few days had flown by rather quickly, and surprisingly, Tom always found that he had something to do. Usually hanging out with Jordan; he introduced Tom to a plethora of video games ranging from Super Mario to Zelda. It was one of the few things Tom found Jordan didn't complain about. And when they weren't inside playing video games, they were out exploring Times Square.

And this worked out quite well because when Noelle wasn't spending time with her family, she was always rehearsing. But in the evenings they would spend time together, watch more movies and just relax. Tom was practicing his cooking skills as well, nothing too fancy but he perfected how to cook salmon in a pan and boiling rice. Noelle was grateful too, especially as her muscles ached from her practice. The more time they spent together, the more fascinated they became with each other.

The campus was typically closed for the holidays, making exceptions for shows such as this. Audience members were lined up just outside the auditorium door, shielded from the cold within campus but still bundled up in long or heavy coats, scarves and hats.

Tom found Noelle's family already settled in their balcony seats, Franca spotted him first and waved him down. And just as Maurice had said, there was an excellent view of the stage from their spot. The heavy red curtain was drawn over the stage, dim mood light reflecting off the material and back on the shadowy faces mingling in the crowd.

Backstage meanwhile was a calamity mess, stage hands rushing to finish prop placement, sets, and stage cues. The ballerinas were also making their last minute touch ups, makeup, hair, tutus, dusting their slippers in rosin and some even sewing their tights and ribbons to their slippers to keep everything snug and in place. Noelle however was dawdling behind the curtain, peaking out through the sliver at the side to skim over obscure faces.

It was a delicate balance, trying to locate her family without being too conspicuous, but after a bit of searching, she spotted them. Chiara was engrossed in her phone, bathed in the soft glow of the screen, while Uncle Maurice struggled to free himself from his coat. Aunt Franca was deep in conversation with Tom, who, despite the dim lighting, seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, though he appeared to be holding his own in their lively discussion. Noelle's stomach was aflutter, not from the performance unfolding before her, but from the sight of Tom. Her attention was fixed on him, and the magic of the evening's entertainment paled in comparison.

"Noelle!" Stanis' voice bellowed behind her, he was storming her way as Noelle turned, "Pre-show in two minutes!"

Tom found Franca fascinating. She was a captivating woman, full of vibrant tales from her travels to exotic locales. Her stories were peppered with encounters with intriguing characters from whom she had negotiated for unique souvenirs to add to her collection. Nevertheless, Tom's anticipation grew as he eagerly awaited the start of the show. His eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the curtain, eager to catch a glimpse of Noelle as the curtain would lift. His curiosity and excitement were palpable, adding to the charged atmosphere of the evening.

And sure enough the lights dimmed down to near darkness, a single spotlight illuminating a spot on the curtains. The theater was alive with excitement as the curtains rose, revealing a beautifully adorned stage set for "The Nutcracker" ballet. Tom sat back in his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, taking in the magical scene unfolding before him. The stage was transformed into a winter wonderland, with a backdrop of snow-covered trees that stretched up to a starry sky. The stage was lit with a soft, moonlit glow, casting a magical aura over the scene. Glittering snowflakes fell gently from above, adding to the enchantment of the setting. The dancers moved gracefully across the stage, each step perfectly choreographed to Tchaikovsky's enchanting music.

The Miniature March Dance began, and the stage came alive with the lively and charming movements of the young dancers. They moved with precision and grace, their movements synchronized to the playful notes of the music. The choreography was intricate, with the dancers forming intricate formations and patterns, showcasing their skill and talent. Tom was captivated by the youthful exuberance of the performers, as were the audience, and the dance brought a smile to everyone's face.

As the performance unfolded, Tom found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Noelle, who gracefully moved among the dancers. Clad in a celestial white gown, she seemed to float across the stage, her every movement a dance of ethereal beauty. While she was currently a background presence in the performance, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence, captivated by her effortless grace and enchanting allure.

Next came the Arabian Dance, and Bianca took centre stage. A hush fell over the audience. She was a vision of grace and lithe elegance, moving with a captivating fluidity that mesmerized all who watched. Her every movement was deliberate and confident, exuding a subtle but undeniable aura of cockiness.

Bianca's performance was a masterclass in control and precision, her movements perfectly synchronized to the haunting melody of the music. As she danced, she seemed to command the stage, drawing the audience into her world with a confident allure that was impossible to ignore. The Arabian Dance was no easy feat and Tom had to give Bianca credit where credit was due, however he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved as her gaze always seemed to land on him time and time again.

Soon enough it was Noelle's time to shine. As the familiar notes of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance began to fill the theatre, Tom's gaze was immediately drawn to Noelle, who had taken centre stage. She looked radiant in her tutu, rose gold detailing shimmering in the lights, her gorgeous long hair tied back in a sleek up-do, and a delicate, shiny tiara placed upon her head. She looked like a true princess, her every movement a testament to her skill and grace. Despite the beauty of the dance unfolding before him, Tom found it impossible to tear his eyes away from Noelle, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Noelle, for her part, felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as she danced. She had dreamed of this moment for years, to prove herself worthy of the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous excitement. However, as she danced, it wasn't the perfection of her performance that consumed her thoughts, but the way her stomach fluttered with butterflies every time she caught Tom's gaze. It was a feeling unlike any other, a mix of joy, nerves, and she could see the admiration and affection in his gaze, which both thrilled and humbled her.

As the dance reached its climax, Tom found himself holding his breath, completely captivated by Noelle's performance. She danced with a grace and elegance that took his breath away, her every movement a testament to her talent and dedication. He couldn't help but think back to the moments he had seen her exhausted, bruised, and drained after long hours of practice. He could only imagine the dedication and hard work she had put in to reach this point, and it filled him with a deep sense of admiration for her. All those late nights and early mornings had led to this moment, and as he watched her graceful movements across the stage, he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had witnessed a small part of her journey to this incredible achievement. He swore he could've watched her -- become lost in her -- forever.

As the final notes of the dance faded away and Noelle took her bow, the audience erupted into applause, but Tom's eyes never left Noelle, his adoration for her greater than ever. She glanced up briefly, trying desperately not to become so overwhelmed with the applause, and her gaze fixating on Tom once more. His beaming smile was all the validation she needed in that moment.

The show progressed on, right up until the final Pas de Deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker. Tom watched among the crowd, his heart racing with a realization that took him by surprise. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth to himself any longer. Watching her dance, he had felt something more than admiration or friendship. It was a crush, a flutter of emotions that he had been trying to ignore but now couldn't deny. Tom realized that he had developed feelings for Noelle, captivated by her everything. And if the previous few days had been anything to go by, there was a slim chance that she too felt the same way.

If only his own uncertainty wouldn't hold him back.

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games x reader #original story #original female character #original series #imagines #imagine blog

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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Mera~

I hope you are well today!

Do you happen to have some spare change? And when I say change I mean headcannons? My simple simp mind is wondering how some of the Yan boys would treat a chubby darling?

Sorry if you've done this, I'm still digging through your blog.

-Rolly Polly

OOOO yes yes!!! I absolutely have plenty of spare change!!! Forgive me for not writing all characters, but I had the most thoughts for the ones listed below!!! :D

I must mention my beloved tako first. He adores every inch of you, even your chub! Especially your chub!!!!!! He refuses to hear any negative talk regarding your body; he absolutely loves it. In Azul's eyes, every part of you is all he could ever ask for! He's obsessed with you, so naturally he'd be obsessed with your body as well. He's always hyping you up in private, lavishing you with so much genuine praise and adoration. Though he has a tendency to be deceptive with others, he will never lie when it comes to his love for you. So when he says you're perfect, he sincerely means it. (Also, he is a big lover of thick thighs. <3)

The tweels also lavish you in so much praise and love (so much it's actually very overwhelming at times). Your body is such a pleasant contrast to theirs, where they're all rough edges and bones and lanky limbs you're so soft and curvy and absolutely wonderful! Floyd loves hugging you because you're so fun to squeeze; he could stay attached to you forever; it's so comfortable to just cuddle against you. <3 often you'll find yourself sandwiched between both of them hehe. Eel sandwich... orz I think they'd like to be crushed between your thighs, but Jade likes it the most! I also think he would want you to wear lots of lingerie. Of course he won't force you if it makes you uncomfortable (he politely insists), but if you're locked in the twins' room and they're your only source of communication both he and Floyd are going to pull all the stops when it comes to convincing you. Jade likes how you fit into lacy frills and so does Floyd; you're just so adorable. They love you, love you, love you!!!! If you're self-conscious or can't see yourself in a positive light, they'll fuck you in front of a mirror every single night to prove to you that they only see their beautiful darling.

Vil is also similar. I think mirror sex is a guarantee with him because it baffles him if you can't see your beauty (naturally he has to show you, and what better way than to sit in front of the mirror and have you pinned on his cock while he presses kisses into every inch of your skin, whispering the sweetest praises). Vil always speaks the truth when it comes to beauty, so you know he will never, ever lie to you. He knows for a fact that you are beautiful and perfect in every way. And he gives such good advice when it comes to fashion! If you want to try a new style, he's the first one to help you pick statement pieces and pair various accessories for an outfit that accentuates all of the features he loves so very much.

AND ROOK!!!! OOOOHHH MR. ROOK HUNT!!! He puts Azul to shame. If you think Azul is the best hype man, you're so wrong. Rook is so infatuated with you. Like Vil, he's also so shocked if you can't see just how perfect your body is. He loves to hug you from behind, to feel all of your plush curves beneath your clothes, to bestow the softest, sweetest touches to you, as well as giving you lots and lots of compliments. Rook also never lies when it comes to beauty, and he thinks all bodies are beautiful. Naturally, your body is also beautiful. Omg he's just so in love with you... T_T <3 he may be holding you captive in one of the many villas his family owns, but ooohhh does he adore you to the moon and back. He waxes so much poetry about you. He's also another one who helps improve your relationship with your body if you're self-conscious (and also another lover of mirror sex hehe)!!! He's just so loving and sweet and supportive and 100% obsessed. After all, you are the most beautiful in his world.

OMG AND TREY!!!!!! AAAAAAA OTL he loves you so much. He thinks you're so precious aaaaa omg!!!!! >0< he's always so sweet and supportive. Also another one who will help you overcome your self-consciousness. I think Trey likes to fuck you in missionary so he gets a view of your pretty body (and also so you're unable to hide yourself if you're nervous or self-conscious during intimacy). Aaaa he's just so genuine. How can you not love him when he's a big sweetheart who also knows how to bake delicious sweets (all in your favorite flavors)? Sure, he may be unhealthily obsessed with you. But details, details!!!!

#twisted chit chat #rolly polly anon #yandere twst #n/sfw

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vynnytypesstuff · 2 years ago

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Hiii!! Wondering if you can do some (separate) romantic fluff headcanons with jade and Floyd

꒰୨୧﹒Twisted Wonderland - Fluff Hcs for Floyd and Jade Leech

Ofc! I love the tweels so much.

Also, as an additional note for everyone. This will be the last request that I write until January 8th, as I will be going on vacation starting tomorrow. Sorry for the long wait! I will leave my requests open, though, but it may take some time for me to get to them.

Warnings: None

Floyd Leech

• He is a pro at gift-giving. He keeps mental notes of all of your likes and dislikes and uses that information to get you the perfect gifts for special occasions (or whenever he feels like it)

• Lots of gentle but firm squeezes. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll just slither behind you and start snaking his arms around your waste. It's kind of a sensory thing for him. It makes both him, and possibly you, feel secure. He won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable, though

• Very much on the protective side. If anyone even looks at you with a hint of intention to harm you he's instantly behind you, a shark-tooth grin plastered on his face as he throws a menacing look to whoever is bothering you. It's kinda like having your own bodyguard

• He likes taking showers/bathes with you. It's more fun than taking them by himself. He'll even offer to wash your hair if you wash his in return

• I hc that Floyd enjoys playing in the rain because it reminds him of home. He’ll drag you outside to jump around in the puddles, dance in the rain, or have "mud fights" with him

• Adores arts and crafts. He has a specialty in making jewelry out of seashells. No one knows how he has such a knack for it, but everything he makes looks so lavish and professional. He loves showing them off to you (and even lets you keep some)

• One of his favorite things to do during his free time teaches you how to dance. Partner dances are his favorite, both because he gets to dance with you, and because he’s never really had the chance to try out any partner dances

• He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you’re upset, so most of the time, he’ll opt to sit next to you or hold you (whatever you’re comfortable with) to remind you that you aren’t alone

• He is TALL. He's going to tease you if you're shorter than him (which let's be honest, considering his height, you most likely are /lh), probably by holding your possessions above your head or just generally messing with you. He'll stop if you tell him he's taking it too far. His height comes with it's advantages as well, for example, warmer hugs!

• If you're a sucker for horror like Floyd, than scary movie nights are a must! He brings a bunch of snacks and the two of you get under the covers of his bed and binge all night. He likes it when you get scared and cling onto him lol

• Floyd has a better singing than most would expect him to. He likes to hum to you, especially when you're both about to go to sleep

• More than happy to go clothes shopping with you. He's picked up quite the fashion sense since he's ventured onto land. He'll help you pick out cute outfits that you enjoy and make you feel comfortable. In turn, he also lets you help pick out clothes for him. You and Floyd will probably end up with at least one matching pair of clothes after a shopping trip

• Super distracting during class. He's always passing you notes, sneaking his hand into yours, and just overall trying to get your attention to focus on him. He can't help it! The guys a bit of a hopeless romantic. If you call him out after class, he'll pretend to have no idea what you're talking about

Jade Leech

• A gentlemen with you. He’s does little things like take off your coat or pull out your seat. You may assume he does this out of habit (and ngl maybe that’s partially true), but it’s also because he loves you and he wants to treat you nicely

• He makes extra sure that you’re taking care of yourself, making sure you’ve catered to your every needs. He’s observant, and can easily tell when you’ve upset or over-working yourself. Don’t even try to be stubborn because he’ll find a way to drag you to the bed or couch so he can pamper you

• The best caretaker when you’re sick! He has everything ready for you before you have the chance to ask. Need a temperature check? The thermomotor is ready. Thirsty for some water, juice, tea, or any beverage of choice? He’s got it covered. Feeling too hot or too cold? He’s got blankets and a rag with a cold bowl of water. All of his attention is going to be on you and making sure you feel better in no time

• He loves taking you with him to go mushroom collecting. Not only is it more efficient to have two people doing the collecting, but he also gets to spend quality time with you and involve you in one of his biggest hobbies (Azul and Floyd didn’t really get it). Afterward, he buys a giant glass ball and you work together to create a special terrarium

• He’s grateful if you let him rant about mushrooms, especially if you start to show genuine interest in his rambles. In turn, he’ll always be happy to hear you rant about your own interests

• Picnic dates! Jade loves the outdoors. He knows all the best picnic spots that are nice and secluded

• Plans out “spa days.” They take place at home, and he gets a bunch of recommendations for self-care products from Vil. Not only do these days help you to relax, but it also reminds him that he needs to relax every now and then too

• You like to cook together. He enjoys trying out new recipes with you, even if you claim that you can’t cook. He just likes spending time with you

• He almost always wakes up before you. He’ll usually get out of bed and start his day, but sometimes he’ll just lay there and gaze at your sleeping form (how do I make this NOT sound creepy). He doesn’t know how to describe it, but something about watching you in such a peaceful state makes him feel at ease

• Jade loves telling you stories about his childhood, typically ones that involve Azul and Floyd. They’ve been close for years, so he has a lot of entertaining stories to look back on. It also helps to bring you two closer together

• Similar to Floyd, he’s protective of you (with a hint of possessiveness), though he’s much more discreet about it. He’ll watch over you from afar (not in a creepy way, he just gets worried from time to time). If you try to call him out on it, he’ll deny it

• I think Jade would also have a secret talent for creating jewelry out of seashells and other beach items. They’re not as extravagant as Floyd’s ones, but he puts a lot of love and care into making them. He’ll be more than happy to take the time to teach you how to make them

• Typically compliments aren’t enough to “fluster” him, but when they’re coming from you, he can’t help but feel a bit bashful (a surprise coming from someone as calculating as Jade). He clears his throat and tries to shrug it off but part of him get’s a bit giddy when you compliment him. He’ll never admit it, but he wouldn’t mind if you complimented him more often

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland hcs #twst hcs #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #fluff #headcanons #askblog #askbox is open #vynnytypesstuff

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koogl001 · 2 years ago

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Hi!

If requests are still opened, I'd like to suggest the following scenario:

An otherwise chill reader loses a bet/makes a small unwritten deal with Alastor. And now they must have a dance with him. BUT reader is not fond of dancing, expecially with other people present...how the mischievious Radio Demob is going to ensure the reader's part of deal is respected?

I hope it might be interesting, have a lovely day!

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

When Alastor invited you to join him at the Overlords get-together as him plus one, you were expecting boring political debates, champagne, comfy lavish looking couches to rest on and nothing interesting to do

Wearing a shimmery tight red dress with a slit that ended at you tight, you waited for Alastor in front of the Happy Hotel

Sure, the others were coming too but there was only so much place in one limo

He was taking suspiciously long, you thought

When he swung the doors open and joined you outside, you noted how incredibly dashing he looked in a black suit with a bright red tie

It sure was interesting to see him not in his normal outfit

Getting to the reception and looking at the place, it somewhat resembled a casino with a dance floor further down the hall

Guess it makes sense, Overlords were all wealthy and what better way to spend their money than to gamble it all away?

For the whole night, Alastor stuck to you like glue, bugging you over and over again about gracing him with your first dance of the night

You were usually a reserved person who didn’t like too much attention, and since the dance floor was all but empty, going along with Alastor was sure to track attention

But oh, the bugging and nagging was slowly eating up your patience, so you both agreed that if you won at poker, he would stop pestering you and give you some space and if he won, you would grace him with ONE dance

And of course, today of all days, lady luck decided to abandon you

You didn’t know Alastor was cheating whenever you took your eyes off of him

Hey, nowhere in your bet was it stated that he had to play fair

He saw the way the others were looking at you, especially Valentino and he would use this dance as a statement that you were his, a way to mark his territory

Picking you up princess style, he carried you towards the dance floor, placed one of your arms in his and his other arm around your waist firmly, yet you didn’t budge

You were so stubborn, but that was one of the reasons he fell in love with you

Summoning his shadow, he used it to guide you around the dance floor in twists and swirls until you caved and started waltzing on your own

It was magical, the music was soft and lovely, the atmosphere soothing and the place luxurious, thought you would never admit to Alastor you were actually enjoying yourself

When your one dance ended, you took it upon yourself to spend the rest of the evening on the balcony, sipping champagne and watching the stars all alone with no eyes on you

Alastor knew you loved dancing as much as he knew you detested the attention the other Overlords were giving you when doing so with him

He knew it was selfish of him to put you in a situation you didn’t feel comfortable in but in his mind, it was something that had to be done

In his opinion, everyone should know who you were with, who you belonged to, and this was a fun little way to at least show those who were present

You won’t be cross with him for long, he would make sure of that

He had a special surprise waiting at the Hotel for you and for your cooperation

The hall of the Hotel was tidied out and made to mimic a ball room, he booked one of your favourite classical bands, prepared a romantic dinner lit by candles, made a small trail of rose petals leading to the roof, where the two of you would be stargazing and to finish the night off, he had a special gift for you waiting in your room

It was the least he could do for you after today

He couldn’t wait for you to come back and to show you as you danced the night away, just the two of you

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multimilfs · 2 years ago

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Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader: The Untold Truth

Summary: Queen Ravenna + 15 — “Wanna dance?”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I wanted to spin this one a little differently. Ravenna, though I love her, is well and truly evil; that’s the beauty of her character. So the way she attaches herself to people would also be evil. That can be easy to maneuver around, but I wanted to see how it’d to to maneuver with it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): Questionable Relationships

After first taking over the kingdom from Snow White’s Father, the narrator altered an important detail of the story; the part where Queen Ravenna attempted to rule her new kingdom… somewhat peacefully, for a time.

They also missed what led to the downfall of the peace and the reason for such—a woman. But not the woman the stories would have people believe. Not Snow White, not Queen Ravenna, but another. One who managed to capture the decaying heart of the villain.

How sad that one so kind would cause such destruction.

— —

Since her first day in the castle, when the King still lived, you’d been enraptured by the beauty of your new Queen. Snow White’s mother had been beautiful no doubt, but the new Queen—Ravenna, her name was—could stop your heart by looking at her.

You had never imagined she’d look back. The idea of being seen was one that filled you with anxiety, making you bow your head to hide the ghastly scar across your skin. You traded human connection for a lack of whispers for so long.

But your Queen didn’t look away.

She took in your face, beautiful despite the raised wound that none could look past. And she didn’t flinch. Instead, she extended her hand to you, and asked for your name. Your voice had been breathless when you gave it.

You can still remember the way a curious smile spread across her face at your reaction.

“What an enchanting name…” She said then. The urge to hide yourself away was overwhelming, but you didn’t. You thanked her.

From that moment, you’d scarcely been away from the Queen. Even when the King passed mysteriously in the night and her brother’s forces invaded the castle, forcing her hand. You watched as she navigated ruling while her brother held the power of his forces at his disposal. Their weapons could strike down Ravenna’s life at any moment and she acted fearless; you wish you were half as brave as she was.

Her brother had allowed her one small thing, though; a ball. Beautiful and lavish, with more people than you had imagined.

Your Queen had helped you choose a dress. One night, during one of your talks, she summoned her seamstress and a selection was laid before you. She watched, enraptured, as you tried on some of them.

Ravenna stepped in and chose a beautiful, pale blue dress, and held it out wordlessly. When you put it on she stepped behind you in the mirror and examined you. You can still feel the way your heart fluttered when her hands settled on your waist.

“This one,” Ravenna whispered in your ear, eyes on yours in the mirror, “It’s perfect.”

“It’s too lavish, my Queen.”

Her eyes hardened in an odd way, “I said it’s perfect. You will wear this one.”

Not wanting to upset her, you nodded. You had to agree that it was beautiful. And now, in the middle of what must be hundreds of people, you feel just like everyone else. You feel enchanting.

If the stares you’ve gotten all night mean anything, then the masses must think so too.

“Excuse me, Miss,” A voice comes from behind you. You turn to see a handsome man in a dark outfit. He’s offering you a lopsided smile, “Wanna dance?”

He motions towards the swirling floor of dancing couples. Shock fills you. No one has asked you to dance before. Offering a shy smile, you nod, and take the offered hand.

You’re pulled into the masses of beautiful Lords and Ladies. It’s invigorating to move among them like you belong for once. The gentleman in front of you—who’s name you don’t know—smiles down at you in a charming way. You let out a gleeful laugh.

Across the room, out of your view, Ravenna seethes, “What is she doing?”

“I’d say dancing, sister.”

Ravenna levels him with a glare.

“Don’t be an idiot. What is she doing with him?” She spits.

Finn inclines his head, “Perhaps, sister, you haven’t made her aware of your ownership.”

“I give her everything she desires. I entertain her. I don’t allow her time with another. Her ownership has been made clear.” Ravenna says, her eyes full of fire, “It’s time this charade ended. A man’s beauty will do just as well.”

As Ravenna steps forward to push through the crowds, a hand around her arm stops her. She drags her eyes slowly up to that of her brother’s face. Finn looks shocked, like he can’t believe the choice he’s made. It’s too late now.

“If you do this, the charade is over. Everyone will know what you are.” He whispers.

The nails on her other hand dig into his arm and he winces, but doesn’t let go. Things in the kingdom are progressing well. This will put an end to all of it.

“Unhand me.”

Helpless to stop her, he does.

You don’t see Ravenna coming until it’s too late. You don’t see the other couples split apart or hear women shriek. It isn’t until a familiar, taloned hand wraps around your companion’s neck from the back and yanks, that you see her. Her eyes are dark and empty of everything but rage.

The handsome man lets out a pained noise as her talons dig into his neck. Crimson blood slides from the wounds. You stand, wide-eyed. Your Queen has brief moments of coldness, but she’s never been like this, she’s never hurt anyone.

Glancing past her shoulder, you see her brother surveying the scene. His face is carefully empty. He’s doing this, you realize. You step forward and around the young man to take her other hand.

“My Queen, please, you don’t have to do this.” You whisper.

Her eyes give away nothing. She twitches. The next words out of her mouth shock you to your core.

“You belong to me. Everyone will know it.”

She turns your dance partner around and opens her mouth, inhaling with an inhuman force. You watch the color and life drain from his face. His skin is gray and sunken when her’s brightens. When you look at the unbothered expression on her face, something clicks.

Snow White’s disappearance. The King’s death. Her brother’s mysterious arrival and victory over the palace guards. The mysterious disappearances of beautiful ladies. Her unaffected nature towards all of the darkness happening. The whole time it had been her.

“You… You did all of this.” You whisper in horror, taking a step back. Somehow she manages to hear it over all of the screaming.

Ravenna smiles a cruel smile, “No, darling, you did all of this.”

Gone is peace. Gone is happiness. Gone is light.

The story goes on as told; Queen Ravenna rules with an iron fist and Snow White grows, all the while you remain kept in a locked room, only to be visited by the Queen. No one remembers the beautiful woman that started it all. No one remembers the enchanting beauty Ravenna would burn a kingdom before giving up.

#queen ravenna #queen ravenna x reader #snow white and the huntsman #snow white and the huntsman x reader #ravenna x reader #queen ravenna imagine #snow white and the huntsman imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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goingmerryied · 8 months ago

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The Pirate Who Loved Me ~ Chapter 2

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Bridgerton kind of meets One Piece in this.

Summary: (Y/N) grew up in a noble home and island. Her family were members of high class, and were invited to lavish parties thrown by the highest members of society. Although she was raised to be a proper woman, she always longed for something more in life. At the age of 18, she is now ready to enter the social season and her father is to find her a suitable husband much to her dismay.

That same season, a group of rookie pirates in a submarine land on the noble island to secure funds and supplies for their next adventure.

*3 years before Luffy sets out on his adventure*

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Law x reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual themes, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be Safe Out There), Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Creampie, Pet Names, Overstimulation, Biting, Bruises, Hair-Pulling, Aftercare

I do not own the rights to Bridgerton and One Piece

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It was tradition for Outlook III and Didit to host the first ball of the season. That was how Sabo and I met, our parents kept us upstairs as they partied the night away with the other nobles who were finding suitors for their daughters.

It pains me to be back here knowing all the times I shared with my brother Sabo. How we would sit at the top of the staircase and make fun of the weirdly dressed party guests. My parents escorted me in and were on either side of me eyeing the crowd for any good suitors. I on the other hand was eyeing the refreshment table ready to drink as much as I could to drown my thoughts for the night.

"Right there is Lord Andrews, he owns about 20 acres of land, is very wealthy, and can provide you with an excellent future," says my mother. I look over at him and he is handsome, there's no doubt about that.

"Lord and Lady (L/N), it's a pleasure for you to join us. Oh and dear (Y/N) how much you've grown. If only our son had stood by our side as you did with your parents, he could've been a possible caller for you" said Outlook III. My fists clench and I muster up a thank you, your grace. It's disgusting how they speak ill of their deceased son, my friend, my brother. Sabo was never a son to him much like I'm not a daughter to my parents. We are just an object that must carry out the family name, and live in small talk and business deals. A never-ending path with no fun, no adventure. Is this the route I wanted to stay in? It's not like I had a choice in the matter and even if I decided to run away again, my father would find me regardless and then have Ace suffer to torment me. I could never live with myself if I were to let that happen.

"Please excuse me, I need to run to the wash room." I say as I make my way past Outlook III and Didit, not caring of my parents rule of staying next to them. I ran upstairs to his room and ensured my parents were watching my every move that way they knew I was still in the building. They didn't know it wasn't a washroom. I knew Sabo wouldn't be there but I needed something to feel as if he were there. When I entered the bedroom, it had been completely flipped. The silk blue bed sheets were now red, the walls that were covered in our drawings were replaced with overpriced paintings of flowers, and the corner where we would plan out our future adventures was now covered by a new rug that went with the design of the room.

I sank down to my knees and began to let the tears slip down my face. It was gone, everything that was related to him was gone. It was as if he were never here to begin with, his parents. His own parents scrubbed him from their lives for good just to save face. I'm sick, sick of it all. When will this world change, when will we stop being so cruel to one another based on status. What's the point of it all?

"What's the Queen's diamond doing in a room crying by herself?" I turn around and see Law standing in the corner of the room with a bag in his hand.

"What are you doing here, and why do you have a-" I slowly realize that he's burglarizing the place.

"Look it's not what you think?" He says.

"I think it's clear what I think. You are obviously not a part of the royal staff, and are obviously stealing from this family. However I could care less, they don't deserve what they have."

"You don't care that I'm robbing from your people?" He responds.

"These are not my people, these are people I was forced to accompany myself with. I had no choice." I say as I begin to wipe away any makeup that was smudged.

"Everyone has a choice."

"That's easy for you to say, your a man Law. You have the freedom to do as you please, but I do not."

"Last time I checked, genders didn't matter when it came to freedom."

"In Goa it does. I was damned as soon as I was born here. Damned because I was born as a woman, damned to be raised as a wife, damned to marry a stranger and damned to live out the rest of my life trapped here." The tears begin to fall once more and Law takes a few steps forward and sits next to me. I laugh and he looks at me curiously.

"You know Law, if anyone were to see me in here with you unchaperoned, it would cause a major scandal for my family." He begins to laugh with me.

"It may even be a bigger scandal for you if they were to find out I was a pirate." He looks at me with a bit of hesitation with his eye. I laugh but realize he's not.

"Are you seriously a pirate? You're not dressed like one." I say as I take in his dress. He's wearing an all black suit with a red tie, his shoes are glistening in the moonlight and he seems to have done a better job at covering his tattoos.

"Yes, sorry if that freaks you out."

"No not at all, can you tell me more about it?"

"You want to know more?

"Yes, my brothers and I used to talk about becoming pirates one day. One of them was actually successful in doing so. It must be amazing to travel as you please, spend time out in the open water and-"

"Be chased by the Navy here and there. It is fun though, I have a fantastic crew by my side. You actually already met two of them."

"Let me guess, the perv with the bloody nose and the one named Penguin."

"Yes that's them, the perv, Shachi, isn't that bad once you get to know him. Penguin too. They along with Bepo were my first few crewmembers."

"That's amazing, how long have you all been sailing?"

"For about five years, and we've barely made a name for ourselves. Hence why we're here acting as thieves."

"Wait they're here at the ball too?"

"Not Bepo, a talking polar bear would attract way too much attention. He's taking care of our submarine right now"

"A WHAT?!"

"Nevermind that, but Penguin and Shachi are here. You're not going to tell on us are you."

"Like I said, I could care less what you do with these monster's belongings."

"Did they do something to you?"

"Indirectly, I used to be best friends with their son Sabo. He was like a brother to me, we would talk about going out to sea and be pirates of our own ship. However, something terrible happened, he decided to leave before us and stole his father's fishing boat on the day a celestial dragon would visit. The celestial dragon saw him as threat and- and killed him. Now they act as if he doesn't even exist. This was his room and now it's not." Law places a hand on my back and begins to rub it, trying to soothe my crying. I leaned into him more, and my breathing began to calm down. We stayed like this for a while and it was comforting. The darkness and the silence was comfortable with Law by my side.

"I'm sorry about your brother." He said. "I lost my sister when I was young too."

I looked up at him, his once dull eyes were now filled with pain. As I was going to ask about his sister I heard my name being called. My mother was on the second floor calling out to me, I must have taken too long.

"Law if she catches us,"

"Don't worry, I can get out of here quick. See you around Diamond. "Room." A blue sphere begins to swirl around him. "Shambles" and he was gone. He has some explaining to do about that power. I wiped off any remaining makeup smudges that were left by my tears as I began to walk towards the door only to have my mother open it almost immediately.

"(Y/N) this is not a washroom!"

"Sorry mother, I got lost with all the rooms here."

"Very well then, Lord Andrews is waiting for a dance." I internally groan as mother escorts me out of the room.

"We make our way downstairs where my father and Lord Andrews is waiting for us. "Ms. (L/N) would you care to accompany me to a dance." My father eyes me and I simply smile and nodding to him.

As we begin on the dance floor, I can't help but think about Law. He said he had lost someone too, his sister. What about the rest of his family? We were in that room all alone, had anyone walked in on us, Ace and I would be done for. However, he was able to magically teleport out of it. Strange but interesting. Everything about Law was interesting, he was a pirate, he could use a power, he was mysterious yet kind.

"Ms. (L/N)" Lord Andrews says. I completely forgot I was dancing with him.

"I'm sorry."

"Your mind seems to be elsewhere. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is splendid. I'm enjoying my time with you." A lie.

"Very well. I was thinking if you and your parents do not have plans, would you and your family care to join us for dinner?" He asks.

"Oh I would need to ask my father for permission. He usually will-"

"I've already asked him, I just wanted to ensure that you would like to as well." He's considering me in this decision.

"What my father says goes." I say and he smiles. The song comes to an end and we bow to one another.

"Very well then, we shall be expecting you all at dinner tomorrow." I smile and nod to him as I make my way to my parents.

"We're having dinner at the Andrews estate tomorrow. Right father?"

"That is correct, I believe that Lord Andrews would make a fine suitor for you."

Of course you do I thought.

"Well then, we shall be taking our leave, we are expecting callers to show up however, it seems that you have made up your mind, my dear."

"More like you've made it for me." My mother grabs my arm.

"Dearest, we have secured you an excellent match with Lord Andrews, do not ruin this."

"Of course mother." We make our way to the carriage and head home for the night.

#asl brothers #fanfic #one piece sabo #trafalgar law x you #one piece #bepo one piece #heart pirates #nami #trafalgardwaterlaw #sabo x y/n

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Lullabies from the Sky

The final prompt for @ombrotherlylove2023 is finished! Omg. Thank you so much for putting on this event, it's been so fun and i've loved reading and seeing everyone's creations! And thank you to everyone who has been reading and commenting on all of my fics! I'm going to make a masterlist of them all here very soon so they are all in one place. I really hope that you enjoy the final one!

A/N: I decided to do the prompt with Belphie (of course), Beel, and Lucifer because something about the oldest taking care of the youngest just warms my heart you know? Plus I love the throwbacks to the Celestial Realm days when they were Angels. Lucifer is such a dad hehe. Also towards the end, it kind of switches POVs a little, I hope that's okay.

Summary: Lucifer is beginning to grow agitated when Belphie doesn't show up to breakfast one morning. When he hunts him down to scold him for sleeping in late, he realizes that the sleepy demon isn't his usual self at all.

Day 7: Sick Fic (& Lullabies) with Belphie, Beel, and Lucifer.

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @flemmingbamse, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @siofrantic, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @meiloorun-tea, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @jasper-s-phantym

floral divider by @/saradika

Lucifer has called Belphegor’s name several times now, and his little brother still hasn’t made his way downstairs for breakfast. It wasn’t unusual for Belphie to be the last one at the table in the morning, but it didn’t usually take long before his rumbling stomach (or Beel’s) pulled him out of his deep slumber. The rest of the brothers have already finished eating and Lucifer had ushered them out of the house to get to RAD early to make up for the fact that himself and Belphie were clearly going to be late today. “I swear, Belphegor and his sleeping habits.” Lucifer muttered to himself, climbing up the stairs to make his way to the Twin’s room at the end of the hallway. He didn’t even bother knocking, as he was well past annoyed at this point. “Belphie, please get up this instant, we’re going to be-” he began to scold, but noticed that Belphie was not in his bed amongst the piles of plush pillows and lavish blankets he is always spending his money on. Lucifer sighed, figuring that he must be up in the attic. He really didn’t have time for this.

As he made his way up the winding staircase, Lucifer was growing significantly more frustrated. Belphie knew he was to set several alarms in the morning for this exact reason. The raven haired demon pushed his way through the attic door, and entered the room to finally find Belphie passed out on the bed. Lucifer growled, making his way over to the bed to shake him awake. “Belphegor, get up. This is ridiculous.” He said, shaking Belphie’s shoulder. However, he noticed he was reverted to his demon form as he laid curled into himself, his long, cow-like tail wrapped protectively around his body. Lucifer gently rolled him over to get a look at his face when he noticed how much paler than usual he looked. His forehead was also covered in a sheen of sweat, his long, navy bangs plastered to his face. The Avatar of Sloth was shivering, even though he was wearing pajama pants and a long sleeved sleep shirt where dark patches formed from him sweating through his clothes. “Oh, Belphie.” Lucifer sighed, slipping off his glove and placing the back of his hand against his forehead. He definitely had a fever. As he contemplated what to do next, Belphie began to stir. He whined as he stretched, and his black and white eyelashes fluttered against his freckled cheeks. Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed as Belphie’s violet eyes finally met his. “Lucifer…” he rasped. “I’m sick.” Lucifer chuckled. “I can see that now. I’ve been yelling for you.” Belphie groaned, moving his arm to rest over his eyes, blocking out the low light of the attic. “Everything hurts. There’s no way I'm going to RAD today.” Lucifer nodded, reaching to pull his D.D.D. out of his pocket. “No, you are to stay here and rest. I’ll be informing Diavolo that neither of us will be there today.” Belphie moved his arm, blinking at Lucifer. “You aren’t going either?” Lucifer shook his head. “No, I’ll do some work from home while you rest. I want to make sure that someone is here with you in case you need anything.” Belphie gave him a small smile. He’s not sure if it's because he’s half delusional from the fever, or if Lucifer was actually being nice to him right now.

Lucifer began to text Diavolo, taking his eyes off of Belphie for a second before hearing him groan, attempting to get out of bed. “Belphegor, just stay in bed for now okay? I’ll get you whatever you need.” Belphie stubbornly shook his head. “I want to go to my room, I’ll be fine.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, unsurprised by his little brother’s stubbornness. “I’ll carry you, come here.” Belphie was about to protest as he was scooped up into Lucifer’s arms. “H-Hey…!” he attempted to shout, but his throat was too sore and he decided to give up. He felt like a little kid again, being carried to bed after falling asleep somewhere after being too tired to go to bed himself. Lucifer began carrying him down the staircase, feeling the dampness from Belphie’s clothes. As they approached the twin’s room, he saw a familiar demon standing outside, about to enter. “Beel, what are you doing home?” Lucifer asked as Beel’s violet eyes widened at the sight of his twin in his arms. “I came home because I felt something was wrong with Belphie. Is he okay?” Lucifer nodded, stepping through the door and carrying Belphie over to his bed. He had started to fall back asleep on the way downstairs, most likely caused by the gentle swaying motions from being carried. Lucifer gently placed Belphie back down into his spot in bed, and stepped away to allow Beel to sit down next to his brother. “I thought something felt off this morning, but I didn’t think too much about it. I’m sorry Belphie…” Beel said, reaching out to move the bangs out of his eyes. Belphie whimpered at the touch, most likely sensing the presence of his twin. “I’ll leave you to him for now, I’m going to grab some medicine and a few other things.” Beel nodded, grateful that Lucifer had been here to care for him. “I’d like for you to get him a new change of clothes and get him settled. I’ll also grab a cold compress for his fever.” Beelzebub began to jump into action as Lucifer left the room.

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Beel wasn’t sure why, but he just had a gut feeling that something was wrong with Belphie that morning. But his twin was notorious for oversleeping, and he didn’t really give it much thought. That is, until he got to school and began to get a dizzying feeling in his head and his legs wobbled as they began to grow weak. Satan and Asmo noticed the change in his behavior immediately, and rushed to his side to steady him. “Beel! What’s the matter?” Asmo asked, his voice filled with concern. The only thing he could manage to get out before rushing home was, “Belphie.” And that’s how he ended up back at home by Belphie’s side, helping to bring down the intense fever that burned through his body. Belphie sighed as Beel placed the cool compress that Lucifer had brought by on his forehead. “Is that better?” he asked as he noticed Belphie begin to relax. “Yeah. Thanks Beel. I’m glad you’re here.” Now that Belphie was in a dry pair of pajamas and had some medicine in his system, he was beginning to perk up. Devildom medicine usually worked wonders, instantly clearing up most of the symptoms that were plaguing the body. “I’m glad I'm here too. I’m sorry I didn’t realize right away.” Belphie shook his head, hugging his cow pillow to his chest. “It’s okay, I didn’t realize how sick I was until Lucifer woke me up.” Beel nodded as he crawled into Belphie’s bed next to him. “I’m really glad that Lucifer was here for you.” Belphie let out a snicker, glancing over at his brother. “I hate to admit it, but…. Me too.”

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After sometime, Lucifer entered the room again to check on Belphie when he noticed that Beel had joined him in bed, and they were both sound asleep. He sighed, walking over to place another bottle of water and a packet of medicine on the nightstand before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Beel, you’re going to get sick too, he thought. But he knew that Beel didn’t care, just as long as he was by Belphie’s side to take care of him. He sat in silence for a moment as he watched them sleep, thinking back to the old days in the Celestial Realm. When they were little, they always managed to get sick at the same time. Always together, he smiled. He remembered having to have Mammon help him carry them to their rooms, one twin in each of their arms, just as he did a little bit ago with Belphie. He remembered that Lilith was always doting on them when they were sick, cooking them warm meals that were gentle on the stomach, and constantly checking in on them to bring them anything that they needed. When they couldn’t sleep, she’d sing them a lullaby, her voice light and angelic. Even the memory was enough to send his spirits into the clouds, allowing any worries or troubles to be lifted from his shoulders. Lucifer closed his eyes, channeling the song that he always used to hear Lilith sing, and he began to hum. His voice was low, but smooth. Lilith always told him how much she adored his singing voice. As he hummed, he began to feel peace wash over him, blanketing the room with Lilith’s song. When he was finished, he opened his eyes to see Beel and Belphie still asleep, peaceful expressions on their faces. The song must have helped, since Belphie was no longer tossing and turning. Lucifer gave them one last smile before standing up and heading towards the door. “I shall return soon to check in on you both. Sweet dreams.”

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