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sharksimp-03 · 4 days ago

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TW: Slight angst, and slightly suggestive in Abby's

Jinu

WC: 401

He’s possessive and jealous af. If you’re spending too much time around his other members, he’s dragging you away with an angry pout on his face. This also applies if he thinks you’re giving too much attention to Derpy instead of him.

Truly craves your affection; he’s been touch-starved for so long, he finds it hard to let go of you. Needs reassurance that you love him. Cuddling is a must; he can only truly rest when you’re next to him. We know what he did to his mom and sister haunts him, but I think he has nightmares pretty often about it, but after he met you, the image shifted from being his family to you. He wakes up in a cold sweat, his face pale. It physically hurts him to think about it. So when you wake up and see him so distressed, you gently pull him into your embrace and slowly run your fingers through his hair. Sometimes the tenderness of your actions and the heavy emotions from his dream cause him to cry. If it’s one of the nights he starts to cry, you’ll hug him even tighter, and start to hum, occasionally pressing soft kisses onto his head. This works like a charm, and Jinu falls right back asleep, clutching you close to ensure you can’t leave him.

He plans the best dates, I mean, he put together the Saja Boys so he could plan a date that took your breath away. After a few extraordinary dates, he started to stress out on what he could wow you with next. You found him one night in the living room writing notes on where to take you next, and you could tell he was feeling stressed. Quietly, you sat next to him on the couch, calling his name softly. He hadn’t heard you coming so he jumped, then scrambled to hide what he had been doing not wanting to spoil the surprise. Only when your smaller hands covered his frantic ones did he stop. “I don’t need an extravagant date to enjoy my time with you, silly,” you had told him, a small smile covering your face. The tension in his shoulders melted, but a guilty look crossed his face. “I just wanted to impress you,” he said, his voice a small whisper. Once again, you need to reassure the poor man, or he’d overthink everything.

Abby

WC: 412

He gives me such intense Himbo vibes, and seems like the type to get really giggly when you show him affection, like simply pressing a kiss to his cheek causes the biggest grin to form on his face.

Bear hugs as a greeting, the type of guy to open his arms wide when he sees you approaching, and when you jump into them, he lifts you and spins you around while squeezing the life out of you.

Would 100% be the best gym buddy, super helpful and encouraging, always pushing you to do your best. He’d also be super protective of your peace in general, but especially at the gym. He would totally flash his demon eyes and sharp canines at anyone whose gaze so much as lingers on your form. One time he left you for like not even a minute to fill up both of your water bottles and when he came back there was a woman casually complimenting you and asking where you got your workout clothes because they were just so cute and she was having a hard time finding affordable but still cheap workout clothes.

Of course, you’d grin, saying thank you, all while raving about the brand that you were currently wearing. Saying that they were really reasonably priced and had such a wide array of options. Even telling the woman they were currently having a sale, to which she thanked you profusely, and let you get back to your workout. It was a totally harmless and wholesome interaction, but in Abby’s eyes, you no longer love him and would rather work out with that woman instead of him. Saying things like “were her abs better than mine?” or “she can fill up your water bottle for you now, since you clearly don’t need me anymore,” Just so dramatic about it.

A warm hug and reminding him that his abs are better than anyone else’s does the trick. A silly grin slips onto his face. Loves to meal prep with you and would give the best pep talks when you start to doubt yourself. Also great at giving massages, it’s turned into some sort of ritual. After every workout, he will massage your shoulders or calves, whatever muscle group you worked on is getting a thorough massage, which sometimes leads to you also giving him a massage, but he’s just so sensitive to your touch that 9 times out of 10 it leads to something more…

Romance

WC: 465

He’s a huge flirt; we all are well aware of this fact, but I think he definitely plays it up for the fans more. When he flirts with you, it’s more heartfelt and meaningful. He’d write poetry about your beauty and quietly read it to you. Or he’d leave it by your bedside with a little flower on top.

I feel like his way of showing love is through acts of service and gift-giving. Which really works out because he loves to bake for you, your favorite treats are always available in both his apartment and yours. With the treats he makes, being also available to the other Saja boys, he made it abundantly clear that they are not to touch them if they value their lives.

Loves to spoil you, getting you things you’ve been talking about, buying you new outfits because he thought they would look amazing on you, and he needed to see his vision come true. Your biggest hype man, absolutely showers you in praise and doesn’t let you talk badly about yourself. Always makes sure you know you are incredibly loved.

He’d rain hellfire down on anybody who had the gall to say something bad about you in his presence. I feel like he loves to take you to the mall, to do some retail therapy when you’ve had a hard day or week. So when you two are just walking through the mall hand in hand (skinship is a must for him), and he’s watching you talk about something excitedly with a soft grin on his face and his enhanced hearing picks up a group of girls talking shit about you his smile drops. He’d take you to the nearest food stall and tell you to get anything you want and to get him a drink while he “went to the bathroom” real quick. Not thinking anything of it, you said yes, took the credit card he gave you, and waited in line to order.

While you were ordering Romance circled back around to find those nasty girls that would dare talk shit about his darling. When they were found, he’d approach them with a radiant smile on his face, of course, the group of girls would quickly try to fix their hair and start to giggle to each other. When he was in front of them, he’d start unsuspecting, acting sweet as could be before going in for the kill. That perfect smile morphing into a snarl and his eyes turning that menacing yellow, pupils narrow slits. His honeyed voice would come out darker, more gravely as he read those girls to filth. Perfectly targeting each and every one of their insecurities with lethal precision, because no one talks badly about his darling and gets away with it.

Mystery

WC: 410

He barely speaks in the movie, but around you, he’s still pretty quiet and soft-spoken, but will 100% ramble about something that really piqued his interest. You just listen with an awe-struck look on your face, admiring him softly. When he notices the look on your face, a fierce blush lights up his face, and he’ll stutter before he just stops talking, because he’s extremely embarrassed.

Only lets you touch his hair because you’re just so gentle, and it feels nice. His hair is extremely soft and easy to work with. You could spend hours putting his hair into different styles, and he lets you. He absolutely adores watching TV with you while cuddling. He would feel so betrayed if you watched an episode without him, the biggest pout on his face while he gives you the silent treatment.

While Romance likes to bake for you, Mystery likes to cook for you, and he’s surprisingly good at it. Always makes your favs when you’ve had a hard day and need a pick-me-up.

Calls you the sweetest pet names. Not super big on PDA, but in private, he is always touching you, a hand on your leg while you lounge on the couch, back hugs when you’re cooking or even brushing your teeth, in public he’s more reserved and shy but still likes to touch you. He’ll hold your hand when your walking the streets, or press his leg against yours when you sit side-by-side.

If someone were to insult you in public, and he heard it, he’s growling and barking at them without a care in the world. This embarrasses you greatly, so you drag him away quickly. Scolding him all the while, he just pouts, saying that he had to defend your honor because the things they were saying could not have been farther from the truth.

But if the roles were reversed and someone was talking shit about him? (Oh ho ho… call me a hypocrite cuz as a normally non confrontational person I’d fly off the handle in no time. Personally I don’t really care when people talk shit about me but the second it turns on someone I care about it’s on site.) I think Mystery would have to hold you back as you start to absolutely go off on those idiots. He’d most definitely find it attractive that you defended him and would treat you to your favorite restaurant with a blush on his cheeks.

Baby

WC: 455

He’s the type to always carry some type of food on him, and when you started dating, that meant that he started carrying your favorite snacks too. Screams cat energy, lazy to a fault, and loves to cuddle. Grumpy when you’re not around, but will grow soft in your presence.

Like Mystery, he loves to have his hair played with. Scratching his head softly or running your fingers through his hair is his favorite thing ever. It’s his safe space, and how he de-stresses after a long day of idol work. He’s a little awkward with big emotions and it can make him slightly uncomfortable but he sucks it up and will care for you. If you’re crying, he pulls you into his arms and lays your head on his chest and just hums softly while rubbing calming circles into your back.

If you enjoy spicy foods, he will challenge you to a spice contest, and if you can’t handle spice (like me), he’d tease you lightheartedly while patting your head.

One thing I love to HC is that while Baby is kinda nonchalant, I think he’s ticklish and wants absolutely no one to know that. You didn’t even mean to find out about it; it was a total accident. You two were cuddling in bed one day, and you were softly rubbing his back when you shifted your hand to rub his side, and he tensed. Gone was the lazy, relaxed posture; instead, he was completely still, holding his breath even. When you asked what was wrong, he tried to brush it off quickly, but you were insistent, wondering if he was possibly hurt. So when you pulled up his shirt to see if he was bruised or something, and your hand softly brushed his bare skin, he shrieked. You jerked your hand away and looked at his face, but he was blushing intensely.

Of course, when you saw that there was no bruise or any damage to his skin, you thought about it for a minute until you came to a conclusion. A devilish grin covered your face as you raised both hands up. Baby’s face dropped in horror as he pleaded with you, and when your hands descended upon his sides, he squirmed wildly, loud laughs peeling from his lips. It made your smile turn soft as you watched him laugh and wiggle around, trying to escape you. When you finally relented, showing him mercy, he tried to level you with his nastiest glare, which didn’t work due to the vibrant blush covering his face and him being out of breath. He made you swear to tell absolutely no one what you had learned, or he would never cuddle with you again.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated! (:

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youronlydarlin · 1 year ago

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warning: none, Simon knows you can't resist him, Simon loves you so much it's giving me a migraine. Fluffyyyyy

Thinkin' bout Simon who acts all cuddly whenever he wants you in bed.

This is just his strategy, actually. He's noticed your unhealthy sleeping patterns since coming home from deployment. How you're still awake at ungodly hours of the night, and ready to start your day at the ass crack of dawn. It remains a mystery to him how you still go through your daily routine, with the same grace of a rising phoenix as if you weren't counting your blinks as a means of rest.

It's way past 10. And way past the time you should be in bed. But you're still hunched over your desk doing god knows what. He keeps a mental note in his head to come up with a another technique, this time for your bad posture.

He stalks towards you carefully, trying to make as little sound as possible. Large biceps wrapping around your middle while he nuzzles his nose into the crook if your neck. His stance looks uncomfortable, with his back slightly bent down to get close to your sitting body. And you abandon whatever it was you're doing in favor of cupping his face with both of your hands. The slight stubble on his jaw tickles your palms and you can't help but give a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

Sighing, Simon's shoulders relax at your touch. He pulls you closer to his chest and you laugh at the funny angle you're in. Only sitting at the edge of your chair now. The world is still and quiet, letting an intimate moment be shared between two lovers.

A long, loving kiss was given to your forehead, paired up with a warm hand slowly stroking your back and all of a sudden everything's that happened throughout the week is catching up to you. Feeling your eyelids slowly drop, you sling your arms around Simons neck. He knows exactly what that gesture means and he's already hooked his arms under your knees. Carrying you like a bride.

Gives one more kiss to the top of your head before saying "S' time for bed, doll..."

And you're nearly knocked out because of how soothing his voice is. You admit defeat, resting your head on his soft chest. Closing your eyes as you slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep.

"... Goodnight, Si.."

".. Goodnight, love.."

Gotcha.

Simon says in his head.

a/n: I am extremely eepy. But I choose soft Simon over sleep. Hopefully your getting enough rest, my darlings! Don't be like me!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

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digiflora · 3 months ago

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hello!!

i’m here to spam your blog again, but this time with a request!!

i know you write for a lot of fandoms, but i’m kinda curious about your favorite characters… so what about them with a sleepy reader?

i’ve had Certain Thoughts about being a sleepy gf (i definitely already am sleepy just need the gf part) but i’m curious to see how you’ll take this request, especially bc it’s vague on purpose 😭

lmk if you would like more info on it if you take this req! ❤️

hihi nikster!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 spam from u is always welcome, and a request is exciting!! :o especially this one, i lurrrvvvv talking abt my favourite characters

also as a fellow sleepy not quite gf I FEEL THISSSSSSS. the self insert is strong with this icl ehehofifoewihfewohfewohfew.

i thought it would probably be best if i just wrote about them in a big paragraph of hcs each? straightup word vomit it you will. the most authentic source of my thoughts on them i hope that you don't mind!!

alhaitham 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ a very ideal partner for someone who is sleepy imo. he's on the quiet side, rather withdrawn in his mannerisms, loves to read, and has big old bahonkers which all really indicates how perfect he would be to use as a human pillow lmfao. he would read to you 100%. on a good day if he feels like humouring you he'll even read an actual fiction book and do different voices for each character. but usually it will be some nerdy sciencey theoretical nonfiction one that works like a charm in sending you right off to sleep. i think that he would find a lot of peace in this activity, especially after a long day and he comes home to you, also feeling exhausted. and then with you curled up on his chest, his arms around u, and resting the book against the slope of your back, he'll make it as far through the book as he can, continuing to read to you in his soft low voice long after you've fallen asleep, before he finally lets the book fall shut, and he'll place it to the side before properly embracing you and letting himself conk out too. or maybe on the rare occasion where he falls alseep first he does it so adorably, voice trailing off as he fights to finish the sentence, the slight weight of it falling from his grasp to rest on your back alerting you that he's fully asleep. and (ok hc time alhaitham has reading glasses) then you'll grin up at him, his face a touch softer when he's unconscious and you reach up ever so carefully to coax his glasses off the bridge of his nose, folding them up and placing them safely on your bedside or the coffee table nearby whethere you're on the bed or the couch, before letting yourself join him in slumber <3 10/10 amazing incredible no notes

wriothesley 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. a very comfy man. i don't think he is really the type to nap that often, though he certainly doesn't mind if you do!! i feel like he has a very calming presence. if he feels like indulging you (aka always) he would maybe give you a lil scalp massage that would help send you straight to sleep hehe. or or ooh maybe if you're like coworkers and not lovers he can't help but take notice of your sleeping habits and how you seem to nap a lot and if you have to stay awake for a long while then it takes a toll on you. tries to show his atfection for u by recommending you different teas to try that might help invigorate you. shoots his shot by telling u to come have some tea with him during your break jejjfjejf. OOH and if he sees u slumped over some paperwork dead asleep from exhaustion or something ohhhhh this man he's such a silent lover he would gently pry the papers and pen from you, make sure you're comfy and resist the urge to just take you to his bed to let you properly sleep. would put a blanket over you if he could. very considerate of you. can't help but have a little preference for you. keep an eye on your wellbeing (just because he's a considerate employer, he tells himself). asks sigewinne to try help you out if you seem particularly exhausted. yupppp 🙂‍↕️ caring from a distance. blink and you'll miss it.

blade 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ look me in the eyes and tell me this man isn't dead tired to begin with. shared naps are so in with you two. he takes naps already. you do too. it's a match made in heaven. so imagine ur both stellaron hunters right. and he's his regular grouchy self and sure you're both members of the same team but you're certainly not close to him. and u end up sat by each other somehow and you just finished a mission and you are both just quite frankly exhausted. and before you know it your eyes droop shut and your head drops onto his shoulder and it's the best power nap of your life. and u wake up flustered when you realise what you've done but with the way blade is also blinking slowly and lethargically like a cat he's gone and done the exact same thing and fallen asleep on top of your head. and he doesn't seem to mind at alllll. and there blooms a new tradition between the two of you where you sort of just.... gravitate (you don't quite have the guts to admit that you seek each other out) towards each other when one or both of you need a nap. shoulders turn into laps. you're a bit sweeter than blade, and one day he wakes to find your fingers playing with his long locks as his head's in your lap (you swear you hear him purr at the sensation). his somewhat clumsier and more inexperienced hands try to return the favour when you fall asleep. the casual skinship tiptoes across the lines of more and more, both of you too greedy to care about how it looks when you're curled up on his lap, head against his chest as his arms keep you locked in place. it's a little too late to say it's just a casual thing now. but as greedy as you both are, you're also cowards when it comes to voicing your true feelings, so this limbo will just have to continue a bit longer..

nanami 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ aka the most perfect man ever no i am not biased. he's so attentive and sweet and lovely god i need a nap with him. his love grows with familiarity i think so he can read you like an open book. all your little tells that you're getting tired and with a gentle smile he's fixing you a cup of chamomile tea like it's second nature, helping you do your evening routine before gladly welcoming you into his arms so that the two of you can sleep. lightly reprimanding you if you stay up too late, his philosophy of hating overtime applying to all aspects of his life, carrying you away from your work if he has to, acting like a very forceful voice of reason. if you're sleepy but don't give yourself the time to rest properly he's on that, ensuring that you've got plenty of hours, not satisfied with rest until he's sure that you're asleep first. this one's kinda short oops but I SAID WHAT I SAID 🗣️🗣️

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kisskuni · 1 year ago

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sleeping with him

↳ how it would be to sleep with him. [all brothers x gn!reader]

tags: fluff, like one swear in beel’s

notes: anonymous requested sleeping with the brothers headcanons! i hope you enjoy :) i got carried away with lucifer’s i’m not sorry

lucifer ━━━

i feel like he’s the most normal sleeper of the brothers. doesn’t toss and turn or anything, but he does sleep on his back in mummy position………..

anyway, i also feel like he’s really warm to snuggle up to — in part he because only sleeps in sweats pants.

convincing him to let you sleep with him is probably the hardest part. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want himself to be that vulnerable in the presence of someone

therefore, he’ll likely only sleep in the same bed with you if you’re in an established relationship or something close to it.

the actually sleeping with him part is peaceful

his bed sheets are silky and undeniably comfortable. his favorite cuddle position is for you to fall asleep laying on his chest, he’ll ignore his arm falling asleep and deny it happens every single night.

additionally, he sleeps very little. you’d think the nights of going to bed so late and waking up so early would send him into sleep debt, but no he just doesn’t need as much sleep apparently.

so, be prepared for his alarm at 6 in the morning. he won’t wake you up past the alarm, but it will go off.

if you do wake up to it, he’ll feel bad and attempt to tuck you back to bed, sweet little forehead head kisses and all included.

(if you don’t wake up to it he gives you the forehead kiss anyway)

mammon ━━━

10/10 a cuddler. it does not matter the circumstances; it can be the middle of a hot summer day and he is still going to be cuddled up to you

ok well he’s gonna try to anyway. he falls asleep cuddled up to you but by morning he is somehow spread eagle and lost a sock?

he kicked you off the bed once

i feel like he also has a mini fridge by his bed LMAO he uses it to store water in bc he wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night all the time..

he wakes up late, always. if you have an alarm set you have to drag him out of bed, or else he WILL be sleeping in.

there’s also a 50/50 chance that he’ll not let you get out of bed in the morning anyway.

leviathan ━━━

you’d def have to tell him multiple times that you want to sleep in his bed, established relationship or not. he just won’t believe you the first few times.

after u convince him… sleeping is strange.

he sleeps in a bathtub and it’s not much comfier than it looks. it is for him because he’s used to it, but not really for you.

he tries his best though! he puts down cushions and covers the sides in blankets.

i think therefore cuddling is kind of a given though. the bathtub is bigger than a normal sized one but it’s not big enough for two people to sleep comfortably, especially not without touching each other.

that means cuddling mostly looks like one of you sleeping half on top of the other :)

he sleeps late usually, but he’s not as bad about waking up early as you might think.

although if you asked him to come to bed early he would jump at the idea, he’s wasting absolutely no time

satan ━━━

satan ends up passing out on the couch in his room most nights, but he does sleep in bed occasionally lol

but! whenever you mention wanting to stay the night and sleep in his bed, he’s suddenly sleeping in his own bed every night. he always has, what do you mean you remember him sleeping on the armchair before?

he sleeps on his stomach or his side mostly. he doesn’t cuddle all that much but he does like touching you in some way, be it his hands resting against you or your leg thrown across his

that said, he’s not against cuddling if you want to

he sleeps very little as well, sleeping late and rising early. he’s careful not wake you up when he rises, though there is a 50/50 chance that he just lays back down and sleeps some more if you aren’t awake when he is.

he doesn’t toss or turn in his sleep much, but he does whenever he’s stressed or you’ve had an argument

also a light sleeper. please don’t kick him in your sleep; he will wake up and never tell you you’re half the reason he can’t sleep

asmodeus ━━━

he’s so excited!! makes you do his nighttime routine with him and everything.

his taste in bed sheets is luxury, of course. the sheets and pillowcases are silky, his blankets light but incredibly fluffy.

he definitely sleeps nakey if he’s alone but for your sake he wears shorts to sleep (they’re silky and match his bedsheets?? somehow???)

he has a pretty normal sleep schedule, sleeping and waking up at pretty reasonable times

that said, he’s not immune to when you roll over all sleepy-eyed and ask for five more minutes. he will thoroughly enjoy an extra hour or two of sleep.

he wakes up pretty and it’s almost sickening at times. where is his bed head. where.

side sleeper but will sleep in whatever position you want him to if you want to cuddle with him, he just likes being close to and being able to touch you :)

beelzebub ━━━

he sleeps like a brick.

he also sleeps on his back and would absolutely love for you to sleep on his stomach

don’t hit him with the “im gonna crush you” bullshit either i’m fairly sure he could get hit by a small car and walk it off

anyway! he also has a fairly normal sleep schedule, but if he doesn’t have any where to be, there’s a good chance he’ll turn the alarm off and fall back asleep

he’s weirdly clingy in his sleep as well? he could be passed out and still wrap his arms around you when you try to get up

sleeps in pajama pants but usually no shirt. if you want him to, he’ll gladly put on a t-shirt or tank top though i want to eat his biceps

he’s good about not tossing and turning in his sleep but it’s not an impossibility. u have been crushed by him on multiple occasions i am so sorry.

belphegor ━━━

ok i know ur thinking “ok he’s the sleep demon of course he’s the best to sleep with-“

WRONG. ur wrong. he snores like a fright train and sleeps like a zombie

he talks in his sleep SO bad. you have had multiple conversations with him that he just fully does not remember in the morning

that said, he’s so comfy to sleep on and he’s super down to cuddle in whatever way that you prefer to

because he sleeps at odd times, his circadian rhythm is messed up. however, since you’ve asked to start sleeping with him, he’s made an attempt to fix it to some degree to make sure you’re sleeping at the same times.

he’ll ask you to stay with him when he naps as well but he doesn’t always expect you to sleep

he sleeps in pajamas but if he’s hot he’ll lose his shirt sometimes

he also has some sort of control over dreams. it’s not every night, but he does make an effort to visit your dreams and keep your nightmares at bay on a regular basis :)

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theladyofthevarioussorrows · 8 months ago

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In honor of Lestat de Lioncourt's 264th birthday, I present to you...

Written in Blood, or the Play in which The Brat Prince Ties the Knot

Part I (of IV)

Fandom: The Vampire Chronicles (Gothic horror novel series, 1976-2018); Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire (TV series, 2022-present)

Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt/fem!reader; Lestat de Lioncourt/You

Word count: 3,900+

Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt (Sam Reid, the best version…the only one that matters, obviously); fem!reader; The Vampire Armand (lol ouch); Nicolas de Lenfent (even bigger ouch, RIP); Santiago; Estelle; Celeste; Eglee; Sam; Gustav; Quang Pham; pretty much the entire Theatre des Vampires.

Summary: Fem!reader is the newest addition to the Theatre des Vampires, and Lestat becomes smitten with her (of course he does, the little whore!). Lestat’s allure, charm, beauty, and viciousness are not lost on the reader, and she falls for him (I mean, who wouldn’t, let’s be honest). With fem!reader being the freshest member of the Coven, Santiago “initiates” her (similar to how he brought Claudia in) by casting her as Lestat’s co-star in the next play as his love interest. The play, overseen reluctantly by Armand is about a wedding (in the vein of The Taming of the Shrew, As You Like It, or something similar but accurate to the time period, that is the vibe…Lestat, little miss Lady Macbeth himself, “barely Balthazar” Armand, “too old to play Hamlet, too young to play Polonius” Santiago, and I are all Shakespeare girlies, so I thought it would make sense); fem!reader and Lestat are actually getting legally married, unbeknownst to the mortal audience. Fem!reader and Lestat are to be the bride and groom, Santiago is the Justice of the Peace, and the rest of the TDV are the wedding party. While Armand is still the Coven leader, he “directs” the play and Nicki leads the orchestra. Things do not go the way they were planned to go (in Armand’s case); a story of love, sex, and vampire drama unfolds.

Warnings and additional tags: New/eventual relationship, established relationship, smut (P in V), fluff, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, (F and M), oral sex (F and M receiving), all characters (except the reader, duh) are written to be as close to the way they are in the books as well as the show to the best of my ability, reader-insert, reader-interactive, use of Y/N, Lestat gives the reader pet names in French (this is Lestat, after all), mutual pining, flirting, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism (is anything Lestat does really a secret? No, not really), blood drinking, blood sucking, bloodletting, biting, gore, violence, murder (feeding on humans is the only instance of this), both Lestat and fem!reader are bisexual, age gap (fem!reader is younger than Lestat by at least a bit but it doesn’t really matter as much because he himself is a new-ish vampire; Lestat would still be somewhere in his thirties in mortal years by the show’s timeline), Lestat is very seductive and persuasive (fem!reader doesn’t need much persuading, so it’s not a bad thing), a bunch of mentions of Shakespeare, lines from As You Like It are in italics and dialogue from vampires using the Mind Gift are in bold italics.

Notes: This story takes place while Lestat is still performing with the Theatre des Vampires and is newly a vampire himself. Magnus is obviously dead by now (thank God). The events of this fic take place after Lestat breaks up with both Nicki (he is still alive at this point in time) and Armand, but before he meets Louis de Pointe du Lac and later Claudia. I don’t have anything against either character (I adore both greatly!), this is just a “what if?” kind of situation. This is a basic idea I had had for literal years ever since I read the books, but I didn’t do anything with it until the second season of the show started, specifically episode 10. I wasn’t immune to Harlequin Lestat, and I was FERAL about it. Sam Reid only made that worse for me (God, I am so in love with him…that man IS Lestat. He doesn’t just play him, he BECAME him, and no one else has come close. Tom Cruise and Stuart Townsend could NEVER!). The premise of the fic came to me while listening to “Written in Blood” by She Wants Revenge…one thing led to another, and here we are! Also, yes, I KNOW the vampires don’t “have sex” in the novels, but they do in the show (a LOT). I might make references to things that have happened in the books (mostly Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat, possibly a bit of Queen of the Damned) but might not have been shown in the TV series yet, so reader beware of that. Let this be the spoiler warning if you are not familiar with the books or haven’t watched the show. I am completely ignoring both movies, because they mean absolutely nothing to me now that the (far superior) show exists. The piece that fem!reader uses for her audition comes from Shakespeare’s comedy As You Like It…she is reading as Rosalind while disguised as Ganymede, and Lestat reads with her as Orlando. I thought the parallels were a nice touch. I obviously do not own the rights to As You Like It, I merely used the one scene for Y/N’s audition, and to add romantic and dramatic effect. Special shout out to my best friend Riley for their contribution and ideas!

Language: English (except for a handful of pet names and expressions used by Lestat in French, hopefully I did it correctly. I took 4 years of French in high school, but I am not fluent)

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It was a cool autumn night in Paris, and while mortals slept, the undead were busy welcoming their newest member to their coven inside the old auditorium. The Vampire Armand stood proudly in front of the stage, looking up at the Theatre’s founder and poster child Lestat de Lioncourt, giving him notes and stage directions he knows full well Lestat will not listen to. Next to Lestat was Y/F/N Y/L/N, a freshly turned vampire herself.

Today was Y/N’s audition to join the Theatre des Vampires, and although nervous, she felt at home already among the other thespians in the room with her. With her lifelong love of theatre and literature that only intensified in her newly immortal life, Y/N knew she was in good company. She caught herself stealing glances at Lestat, as if against her will, but she knew she couldn’t help herself. Of all the vampires in this room—the stage director and Coven leader Armand, fellow company members Eglee, Celeste, Estelle, Sam, Gustav, and Quang Pham in the seats, as well as the gifted violinist Nicki hiding in the wings—there is something captivating and enchanting about this charismatic blonde actor. Y/N felt immediately attracted to this man, and she was both alarmed by and pleased with this sudden revelation. Lestat could feel Y/N’s attraction to him, something he found adorable, endearing, distracting, and quite arousing. Lestat gazed at her, a charmingly wicked smile on his face as he admired the young vampire in front of him. Armand, annoyed but pushing the uneasy feeling down, turned to look at Y/N.

“Welcome to the Theatre, dear Y/N. The Coven and I are interested as to how you found yourself in Paris, and how you found us. Please, enlighten everyone,” Armand said, with a slight air of both curiosity and mild arrogance rolled together. Y/N quickly moved her glance from Lestat to Armand and shivered slightly before she answered.

“Hello all, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, and I was visiting when I was given the Dark Gift. I have been in Paris ever since. I heard about the Theatre through my maker, and through discovering the Theatre, I found out about the Coven.” As she told the truth, she felt Santiago staring daggers at her, full of amusement.

“So, little miss Y/L/N, it seems as though you enjoy the arts, is that right?” said Santiago, with a slithery snark. Y/N nodded her head. “A birdie told me that you’re auditioning with one of Shakespeare’s lesser works, yes?” Y/N nodded again. Lestat’s blueish violet eyes widened as he grinned a little bigger.

“Yes, I will be reading as Rosalind disguised as Ganymede. I hope you find it suitable,” she said politely, trying to stifle a small tinge of laughter. Santiago exaggerated his giggle to mock her slightly before speaking again.

“Hmm, I assume you would like to have someone read with you. I wonder who that could be…” Santiago’s voice trailed off as he shifted his glance from Y/N to the left of her.

The slender, blonde, and devilishly handsome vampire beside Y/N spoke before she could even have the thought to respond. Watching from the wings, the violinist Nicki put a hand to his forehead with a quiet groan.

“I volunteer myself. I know the play by heart,” said Lestat. He shot Y/N a soft but sly grin as he placed his hand on his chest, reeling in the blush that appeared on her face. Armand had to hold back a scoff as Lestat offered to read with her. “I’m quite curious to see how she does, if I may.” Lestat gently bowed as he spoke to her, with a smile on his face and intrigue in his heart. Lestat was many things, and subtle was not one of them. Y/N nodded, smiling slyly back at him.

“You may,” Y/N said, bowing slightly. Her cheeks cast a rosy glow upon them as she smiled. Santiago chuckled to himself, and Armand choked down another scoff as he looked back to Y/N and Lestat.

“As you wish. Lestat, you will read with Y/N as Orlando, starting from his entrance after Jaques exits the scene. Y/N, you will follow.” Armand crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the two vampires in front of him on the stage.

“Yes, maître,” said Y/N, slightly nervous but strangely excited about reading alongside this hauntingly tempting creature next to her. She got herself into character quickly, trying to fight off the thought of how sweet Lestat’s blood might taste on her tongue and how soft his full lips must be, among various other salacious and primal things that she wasn’t aware of that she needed or wanted. It wasn’t an unwelcome thing—Lestat had something disarmingly attractive about him. Y/N felt drawn to him somehow, but she tried in vain to hide it. Lestat cleared his throat and prepared himself as well, his own pale skin turning a faint pink as they moved to the middle of the stage. Butterflies fluttered inside their bodies as they began their scene. After a few seconds of silence passed, Lestat launched into character.

“My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.” Lestat said, remembering the lines from memory as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Despite her nervousness and giddiness, Y/N began herself.

“Break an hour’s promise in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o’ th’ shoulder, but I’ll warrant him heart-whole.” Y/N matched Lestat’s intensity and focus as she spoke her lines. Astonished by her delivery, he carried on with his own lines.

“Pardon me, dear Rosalind,” continued Lestat, feeling a rush of adrenaline in the pit of his stomach, the pleasant sensation only growing stronger as she went on. Lestat watched her as she moved effortlessly through her audition, overcome with awe, very nearly stumbling on his own lines as a result. Armand and Santiago watched from the bottom of the stage as Y/N and Lestat kept going.

Armand watched from the front row and noticed Lestat’s immediate and oddly natural chemistry with Y/N and was well aware of the subtle attraction and quiet infatuation she felt towards Lestat. Armand could feel it through her, and it bothered him. He couldn’t help it; he began to feel his face turn green with envy. Santiago, however, was greatly amused at what was unfolding in front of them—and he relished the drama of it all. The rest of the Coven watched from the seats intently, some engrossed, some unbothered. Nicki leaned up against the wall backstage, a pained expression etched on his features. Looking on at his former lover floating across the stage with a woman whom he had only met mere hours ago and watching her fall under his spell just as he had, Nicki shook his head, a grimace forming on his face.

With all due respect, maître…maybe we should keep an eye on the new one, said Santiago, filling Armand’s head with his thoughts without moving his mouth. It’s only a matter of time before our dear founder tries to take her to bed with him…you know as well as I do how he is. And seeing how she’s looking at him—Armand did not want to hear this. Lestat and Y/N were too immersed in their scene and lost in each other to hear them through their own minds.

Armand cut him off. Enough, Santiago. I know very well how Lestat operates. Let them finish. I’ll allow Y/N to continue, for now. We shall decide what measures to take when the time is right… As Armand and Santiago sized Y/N up, she breezed through her audition.

“Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now an I were your very, very Rosalind?” Y/N continued as she blushed and smiled at Lestat. Anything he did in his impromptu performance, she followed with masterful skill.

Lestat slowly walked closer to her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. Lestat looked at Y/N, smirking as he brushed some of his long blonde hair behind his ear. He let the silence expand for a second before he continued.

“I would kiss before I spoke.”

Lestat and Y/N gazed at each other as if they were the only beings in the room, amusing Santiago morbidly and annoying Armand profoundly. A mixture of admiration and a deep hunger formed inside Lestat’s chest, and Y/N’s heart pounded against her ribcage. She gulped quietly as she tried to keep up with Lestat. Determined to give the best audition she could despite having to act opposite the most gorgeous creature she has ever laid her eyes on, alive or dead, Y/N tried to fight off her own desire building within her. Soft gasps could be heard from the other vampires watching them from the seats.

“Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking—God warn us—matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.”

Sensing Y/N’s struggle to maintain her composure, Lestat met her energy with his own words. “How if the kiss be denied?” He looked at her for a beat, cocking his head to one side quizzically. Y/N answered him with a playful shrug.

“Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.”

Lestat continued his teasing, delighted by the thrill Y/N gave him. “Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?”

Y/N pretended to scoff. “Marry, that should you if I were your mistress, or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.”

Lestat looked at Y/N with a look of mock surprise. “What, of my suit?” he said, his voice harboring a more sensual tone this time.

“Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am I not your Rosalind?” Y/N floated across the stage like a ghost, every single movement calculated and carried out so smoothly.

“I take some joy to say you are because I would be talking of her.” Lestat’s face reddened slightly as he noticed how Y/N’s jaw dropped, but only for a second before she kept going.

“Well, in her person I say I will not have you.” Y/N let out an exaggerated giggle as she playfully spun around slowly.

A dramatic sigh escaped Lestat’s lungs. “Then in mine own person I die.” He looked back at Y/N as she turned to face him again.

“By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come; now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition, and ask me what you will, I will grant it.” Y/N gazed at the vampire in front of her, only inches separating them now. Lestat reached out to gently caress Y/N’s cheek as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, making her blush even more obvious in her face now. He has her right where he wants her, and as fate or some other mystical thing would have it, Y/N is right where she wants to be. Once again, Lestat drew the silence out for a beat too long before he spoke.

“Then love me, Rosalind.”

Y/N’s voice trembled a little as she leaned into Lestat’s touch. His unbroken focus on her made her feel slightly faint just from the way he looked at her, but she kept her cool as best as she could. “Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.” She shyly smiled up at him, trying and failing to hide her quiet swooning.

Lestat hung on to every word that left her lips as if he had never heard such language spoken before. Of course, he was no stranger to the stage himself, having been the Theatre’s main selling point for a few years now. The act of performing on a stage in front of an enamored audience always thrilled him, but she…she was different. This new and sudden but pleasant feeling cut him way deeper, hit him harder—he knew that she was something magical. And Lestat wasn’t quite sure where to put that desire and hunger, so he decided to do the thing he does best: he needed to have her all to himself, by any means necessary. Lestat was delighted to find that the feeling was so clearly mutual.

Santiago watched Lestat enchant Y/N as they continued with their performances. He gasped quietly as he saw Lestat become smitten with Y/N, rolling his eyes. Just look at those two! Can you believe them? They’ve made eyes at each other from the second she came through the door. They’ve only just met a few hours ago and he’s looking at her like Venus de Milo herself…and she looks as if she’s about to melt through the floor. Armand found himself becoming more and more annoyed as Lestat and Y/N carried on like they were, and Santiago took notice. Maître, you’re grinding your teeth…

Armand huffed quietly. I said let them continue. Y/N is smarter than we realize. If she doesn’t know who she’s getting herself tied up with, she will. I can guarantee that. Armand maintained his mildly annoyed expression as he crossed his arms over his chest. I see potential in her. We can use that potential.

Santiago, ever the drama queen but also the suck-up, tried to push Armand’s buttons. How shall we do that, maître? I wonder what our violinist has to say about this…I can’t imagine he’s especially thrilled about—

Armand cut him off once again. Be silent now, Santiago. Nicki is the least of my worries right now.

Now mildly aware of the growing discomfort in the pit of Armand’s stomach and Santiago’s antagonizing of him, Lestat continued to read with Y/N. He was enraptured by her, this was true—but he also found quite a bit of amusement in making Armand uncomfortable. Y/N, less aware of the effect her performance is having on the Coven leader and his all-too-willing sidekick, matched him masterfully.

“And wilt thou have me?” said Lestat, sultry and low.

Y/N nodded her head and smiled. “Ay, and twenty such.”

Lestat felt his heart flutter in his chest as he moved closer to her. “What sayest thou?”

Y/N gently bit her lip then let it go with a smirk. “Are you not good?”

“I hope so.” Lestat rolled his eyes in a sassy manner.

“Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?” Y/N went on, closing the small space between herself and Lestat.

The vaguely pained expression did not escape Armand’s face. Still wanting to maintain some sort of order and power over his Coven, Armand kept his focus fixed on the two vampires on the stage in front of him.

Santiago, an evil grin taking shape over his features, watched Lestat and Y/N’s bond become deeper by the second as Y/N continued. “Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando.” Y/N gently reached for Lestat’s hand, and he placed it in hers, tangling their fingers together. She looked to where the audience would be sitting. “What do you say sister?” Y/N looked back up at Lestat as he gazed back at her, their vampire eyes blown out with love and desire for each other.

After what felt like an eternity, Lestat put his finger under Y/N’s chin and gingerly tilted her head up. He started to move down to press his lips to hers, and she moved up to meet him. He closed his eyes, and her eyelids fluttered shut as his lips gently—

A groan could be heard from Armand as Santiago abruptly rose from his seat and applauded loudly. Lestat and Y/N snapped out of their trance and pulled away from each other, no longer able to hide their blushing. The rest of the Coven began to applaud as well. The vampires Sam and Gustav were enthusiastic in their encouragement of the new potential member of the Coven and her undeniable and palpable chemistry with their Theatre’s founder. Celeste looked on with a proud smile on her face, while Estelle clapped wildly. Eglee rolled her eyes before eventually joining in with her applause. Backstage, Nicki shook his head again as he quietly left the auditorium, quietly cursing under his breath.

“Very well done, Y/N. Very well done indeed,” said Santiago, sounding giddier than he probably should. He looked at Armand. “What say you, maître?” he asked with mock amusement.

Armand once again did not listen. He looked up at Y/N as Lestat released her from his gentle but bold embrace. “Exquisite work, Y/N. Exceptional. While we evaluate your performance, you are welcome to remain here with the Coven. We have provided a coffin for you near your maker’s.” Armand started to dismiss everyone before he turned back to Y/N. “We do expect you to keep our hours, curfew is three o’clock sharp.” He shot a subtle but menacing glare at Lestat. Lestat rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself as he turned his back to him. Armand looked at Y/N again. Lestat smiled warmly at Y/N as he winked at her.

Still reeling from everything that just occurred, Y/N nodded and bowed. “Yes maître, I will. Thank you all.” Armand dismissed Santiago and the rest of the Coven, and they all left the auditorium.

It was then that Y/N heard a sensual and seductive voice inside her head.

Très bien fait, ma chérie. I’m impressed.

Y/N turned around to find Lestat leaning against the piano on the stage, his arms crossed over his chest, looking her up and down, dripping with genuine curiosity and insatiable desire. She blushed and smiled as she met his gaze.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Lestat. It really means a lot to hear.” Y/N walked over to him, slightly nervous but not at all deterred. “You were amazing yourself.”

Lestat rolled his eyes playfully at her compliment but accepted it. “You flatter me, mon amour.” He stood up straight and walked over to her, looking down at her with that softly sly smirk again. “I must say, my dear Y/N, you are quite the actress. Many have come and gone from this theatre, but none have bewitched me so like you have, ma petite fleur.”

Y/N swooned at his words, slightly taken aback by the sincerity in them despite the obvious attraction. “Oh, you’re too kind. It’s not often I’m in the presence of someone so…” She caught herself getting lost in his eyes again—something she has by now realized is very easy to do—before she continued. “So…enchanting as you.”

Lestat chuckled lowly. “Is that so? Well, you have captivated me too, love,” he said, pausing briefly as he took the sight of her in. “I haven’t seen such talent on this stage in quite some time, Y/N.” She blushed deeper as she took a second to gather her thoughts. Y/N sighed softly before speaking.

“Thank you! I’m just happy that I can finally do what I love to do. Up until today, I thought it was unfortunate that I couldn’t do this kind of thing when I was mortal, but I don’t have that feeling now that I’m here. In an odd way, it feels right like this.” Y/N chuckled lightly.

Lestat listened to her words intently. “I know that feeling very well, mon coeur. For what it’s worth, I’m quite glad you wandered into our midst. I can see already that you’re passionate about the Theatre, and it’s refreshing. You’re simply lovely.” Y/N smiled at his words of admiration and encouragement. “I cannot wait to see what other talents you possess, if you don’t mind my saying so,” he said with a smirk, appreciating the slight drop of her jaw. Noticing the positive tension on her face, Lestat spoke gently to her. “Oh, and don’t be nervous, chérie. There is nothing to be afraid of. I have no doubt you’ll fit in here, I am sure of it.” He traced her jawline affectionately before tilting her head up to bring her eyes to meet his, just like he did during her audition. “And, if I may be so bold, I would love to get to know you better. If you’ll have me, of course.” Y/N’s eyes widened as she swooned. She nodded as she stuttered slightly.

“I’d love to, Lestat. I would be honored.” Y/N felt her heart jump into her mouth. The gorgeous blonde vampire in front of her reveled in how flustered she looked as he spoke to her.

“Very well then, dear Y/N. We’ll continue our little conversation after your initiation tomorrow.”

Y/N gulped. “My…my what?!”

Lestat giggled slyly. “You heard me correctly, ma chérie. Welcome to the Theatre, darling. You’re one of us now as far as I’m concerned.”

“But…Armand said—” Lestat gently placed a finger over her lips to shut her up as he spoke lowly to her, sultry and dripping with desire.

“Shh, ma jolie fille…never mind what that manipulative gremlin Armand said.” Lestat let his finger gently drag across her bottom lip before letting it go. He brushed some of her hair behind her ear as he continued. “I’ll be seeing you backstage afterwards, yes?”

There was no way for him to be coy about his appetite for her any more than he had earlier. The vampire Lestat de Lioncourt, the Brat Prince himself, was anything but shy about his unquenchable thirst for Y/N; it only grew exponentially in the few hours since he met her.

Y/N felt as though the air had been knocked out of her lungs as she nodded. “Of course, Lestat. You will.” She smiled at him, trying to regulate her breathing.

Lestat smiled wickedly at her again. “Très bien, mon amour. I’ll see you then.” He caressed her face again before turning to walk away. “Bonne nuit, ma belle. Sweet dreams.”

Y/N could feel her heart pounding in her throat as she smiled. “Good night, Lestat. I hope you sleep well.” Blushing, she beamed at him, and he smiled back, a blush of his own on his face.

With that, they left the room. As she lifted the lid to her coffin next to the others to crawl inside it, Y/N gasped as she heard Lestat’s voice in her head again, stopping her momentarily.

Remember what I told you, ma petite fleur. There is nothing to worry your pretty little head with. And know this too, my darling: I don't bite...hard.

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Bucky Barnes SFW Alphabet

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: brief reference to sexual activity if you squint, mentions of Bucky’s past traumas and how it affects him now, so much fluff it’ll make you sick

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: Hey everyone is my first post so I hope y’all enjoy! I really enjoyed writing this so please let me know if you want me to expand on any of the subjects or ideas in this. Also! I am taking requests! Feel free to DM me or drop an ask. Love you all 🤎

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

In the beginning, affection is hard for Bucky, giving and receiving it. He doesn’t want to let you in, afraid of somehow hurting you, and he feels as though he doesn’t deserve to receive your affection. However, as your relationship progresses and he gets more comfortable, he slowly starts to let you in.

It starts small, placing a hand on your thigh when you are sitting next to each other, rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb. It progresses as he settles into you. When you’re cooking, he will come and hug you from behind. When he walks past you, he leans in for a small kiss. On the days when he really needs you, he cuddles up to you like he never wants to let go. He silently lays with you in bed, his head resting upon your chest as you twirl his hair in your fingers, eventually lulling him to a much needed peaceful sleep in your arms.

B = Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

You would most likely meet at one of the restaurants that Bucky frequents after his therapy sessions, always convincing himself a bite to eat is his treat for sitting through those sessions. He usually sits at a booth alone, using the time to truly decompress and repack his mind after his therapist picked it apart.

One day, he is sitting in the booth waiting on his usual order and the restaurant is unnaturally packed. He was looking down at his phone, still trying to figure out how the thing worked, when he is startled by you sliding into the booth across from him, seemingly out of breath. Before he can question what the hell you’re doing, you quickly spit out, “I’m so sorry but the waitlist is literally so long at every single place within two blocks, and I forgot to pack my lunch and I only have 30 minutes for my lunch break please let me stay. I promise I won’t bother you, I will just eat my food and leave.” He was about to tell you to leave, but his therapist has been telling him how he needed to expand his social circle after embarrassingly pointing out his meager 10 contacts on his phone. So he agrees, allowing you to stay and the rest is history!

Now he is very thoughtful, although sometimes distant. He always makes sure to reach out and check on you. Whenever he goes days without texting you, he makes sure to tell you he is just having a hard time but he still cares and wants to make sure you’re doing good.

Whenever you need him, Bucky is always there, offering advice or just a shoulder for you to cry on. He’s not much for hanging out, but when you do, it is always an unforgettable time.

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

At first, like stated in the affection section, Bucky isn’t much of a cuddler. It takes a lot of work for him not to flinch whenever you go to reach for him. It’s not your fault, just the trauma that he has been through flashes through his eyes no matter how hard he tries.

But you’re patient, you wait with him and you help him work through it.

When you finally get to the point where he allows you to hold him, he gets addicted to the feeling of being so close to you, being curled up in your arms more often than not. He enjoys being held in any capacity, but his favorite is with his head in your lap, your hand in his hair as you lay on the couch, quietly watching one of your favorite tv shows. It is in those moments that the racing thoughts slow to crawl, and he can truly be free.

D = Domestic (do they want to settle down?)

For the longest time Bucky was against ever getting married. He thought he had too much baggage to bring into a marriage. That all changed when he met you. You made him feel safe to heal and he never doubted how loved he was.

One night, while you were fast asleep with your head resting on his chest, he made up his mind. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Never before did marriage sound appealing, even before his Winter Soldier days. He always thought it was a sham to get the government involved in your relationship. But he’s seen how your eyes linger on the rings and the dresses prominently displayed in the shops you two pass on your day outings. The crazy part is, he feels himself wanting it too.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I am of the firm belief that Bucky wouldn’t break up with a partner, even if the relationship is toxic. He has lost so much in his life, I just have a feeling he would be too attached to let go. I don’t think he could handle the heartbreak.

F = Fiancé (how long do they want to wait before getting married?)

Like I said before, trust issues and attachment issues. So I think Bucky making the decision to get married would take a bit of time. However, after the decision is made, he wants nothing more to whisk you away to the courthouse that night. He waits though, has enough resistance so you two can plan out the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (how gentle are they?)

Okay I’m gonna say it; Bucky is the classic trope of rough exterior to the outside and soft and sweet with you. Okay I SAID IT. It takes you to calm him down and give him the peace he needs to be gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like)

Bucky loves a nice warm embrace after a hard day. There is nothing like being welcomed into your arms, even after you know his past, you still treat him as if he’s soft, as if he has value.

He tries to hug you whenever he can, but he especially always makes sure to give you a hug right before bed, whispering in your ear how much he loves you.

Bucky's hugs are a source of comfort for you, as he wraps you up in his arms like a place of solace. His solid, strong arms wrap around almost the entirety of your torso as your arms rest perfectly around his neck. He leans down enough so you don’t have to be on your tiptoes and he can bury his face in your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say it?)

Surprisingly, Bucky was the first to say I love you.

You had taken him out to celebrate his birthday. Of course the night involved getting drinks, which Bucky had had a bit too much of. You ended up carting him home, trying to take care of him the best you could. You drove him home and helped him balance his way into the house and up to the bedroom where you sat him on the bed with the intentions of getting him undressed and ready for sleep, but before you could reach for the buttons on his shirt to undo them, he slings his arms around your hips and buries his face in your chest. He shuts his eyes and exhales so hard it felt like he had been holding his breath for ages.

“I love you,” he murmurs softly into your plush skin, “more than I ever thought I was capable of.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bucky has two very distinct types of kisses; soft and slow, when he just wants to feel connected to you, and the rough needy ones filled with teeth and tongue feeling as though he may swallow you whole.

His favorite place to kiss you, other than your lips of course, is in the plush center of your inner thigh. Bucky knows how sensitive you are in that spot, and can feel the way your legs tremble around his head as soon as his lips grace your skin. He loves the feeling of control he has, bringing your body to shake just at the very notion of him being between your legs.

On the other hand, Bucky's favorite place to be kissed is right across his jugular. You could rip his throat out if you wanted to, but instead you give him the kindness of a kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around kids?)

Bucky is…hesitant around kids to say the least. He wasn’t really a fan of children before Winter Soldier and now when loud noises have a chance to trigger his fight or flight response, kids are definitely a no for him.

M = Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

In the earlier parts of your relationship, Bucky is definitely a morning person. He rises before you even think about waking up to go on a walk before the sun is up. You know he has a lot on his mind at times and figure it helps him clear it.

He starts sleeping in later and later until eventually, you rise together, waking up in a comfortable cuddle, your limbs tangled together. You spend the morning with slow, gentle touches, every second spent with each other.

When you finally make your way out of the sheets, you settle into what has now become your regular routine. You slip away to take a shower while Bucky makes his way to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast for the two of you to share before the day inevitably pulls the two of you away.

N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights in your household are slow and you both like it that way. You eat dinner while you take turns picking shows, he’s fond of old black and white sitcoms and you enjoy showing him whatever new thing on Netflix you’re enjoying.

After you’ve cleaned up from dinner, Bucky grabs a shower while you do your skin care, a comfortable silence between the two of you.

P = Patience (how easily are they angered?)

Bucky hates to admit, but he does get frustrated very easily. Although he used to be quick to anger out of this frustration, he has done a lot of work to keep himself in check. Whenever he feels himself getting to a place where he knows he needs a break, he lets you know and walks out of the room. It used to hurt your feelings when he would just up and leave, but you’ve come to know and trust that he is doing what is best for the both of you.

Q = Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

Bucky is a firm believer that cell phones have ruined relationships on many fronts, one of them being remembering what your partner likes. You just have to stalk and instagram profiles and bam, all of her favorite things. But Bucky grew up in a time when you had to remember what a girl tells you, and he likes to prove it to you.

He always comes home with random little gifts of things you mentioned in passing, or things you may have touched in the store, briefly mentioning that you thought it was cute.

He knows your phone number by heart, allergies, blood type, and the name of your childhood dog. He tells you that you’re the most important thing in his life and that wouldn’t be true if he didn’t know everything about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite memory in your relationship?)

Hands down, Bucky's favorite memory in your relationship is the day you let him know just how safe he was now that he’s with you.

He came home from therapy, accidentally slamming the door with angry tears in his eyes. You could tell he was on the verge of panicking and you knew if you didn’t intervene he would spiral. It was hard to try to help him sometimes (not that you mind), he just made it impossible to get close to him, especially during these heightened times as that’s when his walls were the strongest.

You quickly go to him, taking his hands in yours and squeezing them gently, trying to get him to look at you. You ask softly what is wrong. And that breaks him. Sobs leave his lips and it’s almost as if his body simply cannot bear the weight of his mind anymore as his legs give out and you both end up kneeling in front of each other on the floor. Bucky's shoulders are trembling as he says with a shaky voice, “Do you know how much I hate that everyone just expects me to bounce back? Just like that? I was pardoned and somehow everything is supposed to be okay and I just-“ a sob claws its way from deep in his chest and he just collapses into you.

You don’t push, you don’t judge, you just meet him where he is at. You let him cry and scream about everything going through his mind and you hold him through it all, gently stroking his hair.

When the sobs have turned into soft sniffles, you move a bit to make him sit up so he can look you in the eyes. You cup Bucky's cheeks, gently rubbing away his tears. “Buck, I want you to know I will never expect you to be okay with what has happened to you. So every day that I see a smile from you, is a day that I recognize how hard you’re fighting just to be here with me. I will never ever take that for granted.”

That night has never left his memory and he knows it never will.

S = Security (How protective are they?)

Bucky is hands down the most protective man that you have ever met. Whenever you two are out, his hands are on you in one way or another, whether that be holding hands, his arm slung around your shoulders or his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together.

He sends glares towards any man who may look in your direction for too long. He has no issues with showing that you’re his to everyone around.

T = Try (how much effort do they put in?)

Bucky puts more effort into your relationship than you could’ve ever been prepared for. It definitely is partially because of the era he grew up in, but also it is because of the undying love he feels for you.

For every date, every anniversary, he is always going all out. Flowers, a fancy dinner, maybe a night of dancing. And when you arrive home, he carts you up the stairs, helps you undress, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin that is revealed to him.

He gathers you into his arms and carries you into the bathroom, his metal arm making carrying you the same as carrying a feather, and sets you on the counter top. He applies your skincare, knowing exactly how to do it from many times watching meticulously how you move. As his fingers gently rub the various serums into your skin, he is murmuring how much he loves you.

When finished, Bucky whisks you away to lay you into the bed, snuggling up with you, holding you close to his warm chest. He whispers sweet nothings to you while gently rubbing up and down your back.

U = Ugly (what is their bad habit?)

Bucky’s bad habit has got to be skipping his mandatory therapy. He knows he has to go and he knows at the end of the day that it is good for him. But sometimes, especially on days when he’s already annoyed, he just walks around town for an hour or two before returning to the apartment you two share. He always comes clean eventually, and you scold him, but you know he’ll never stop. And if that’s the worst of his vices, then you can handle that.

V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Literally couldn't care less. He had a buzz cut. Case closed.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not at first no, but the further into your relationship I fear he would take the Wanda path if he had the ability to do so. He is fiercely loyal to a fault and would be so attached, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

X = Xtra (random headcanon)

Bucky loves to slow dance. He loves to put on an old record with a romance song from the 40s, place his hand in yours and dance the night away. Some nights, he would prefer that over any other activity. It is one of the ways he feels closest to you.

Y = Yuck (something he wouldn’t like in a partner)

Bucky would not tolerate a liar. He has to deal with so much deception in his life that he simply cannot handle it coming from someone he is supposed to hold dear.

Z = Zzz (what are their sleeping habits?)

Bucky’s sleeping habits are well…odd. It took you maybe a month to convince him to join you on the bed for night instead of sleeping on the floor. He also must always wear his dog tags, which sometimes you don’t mind, but on occasion, when he is being the big spoon, the cold metal presses into your back and causes cold shivers to rack up your body.

However, his most notable sleeping habit, one you so badly you wish you could take from him, were the nightmares. Every night without fail, he bolts upright in bed, sweaty and panting from whatever was haunting him behind his eyes. You are a light sleeper so you always immediately wake up with him. You don’t get annoyed or angry. Instead you wrap your arms around him, pulling him to your chest and help lull him back to sleep.

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studiogrimm810 · 5 months ago

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Full Moon

pairings/characters: (established) sam winchester x gn!you

summary: after a cramming for finals, a late night walk back to your dorm leads you to discover what sam really left behind before coming to stanford

warnings: werewolf attack, description of creature and it being killed, kinda bloody but not too graphic

word count: 1,971

A/N: quick one shot with minimal editing becuase i LOVE this idea :,)

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Finals week. God, you could just scream. You had just logged in another 10 hours at the campus library and despite the lack of knowledge you still felt you had, you had to go back to your dorm and at least try and get some rest.

All week you’ve been taking any time you could find to study- in between classes, on your walks to and from destinations on campus, and even sneaking in some note cards during the particularly boring classes. And after all of that hard work, you still felt it wouldn’t have been enough if Sam hadn’t been helping you out. You always considered yourself a smart student- prepared and logical- but Sam was a kind of smart that made you question him sometimes. It just came to him so naturally and if he wasn’t so damn sweet and helpful, you’d almost hate him. He’s one cocky attitude away from being a rival that you don��t have the time for like you did in high school.

Walking back to your dorm, the sky is dark, freckled with stars and dotted with a vibrant full moon. It had rained earlier today so you side-step a worm or two on the sidewalk and avoid the puddles. The air smells nice, clean, and refreshing. You savor this moment because you know once the rush of finals is over, you're stuck in your dorm for the holidays. You weren’t close with your family and that often left you alone during school breaks. That was something you and Sam had in common, you two never discussed it in detail much but you both understood the isolation of the lack of family in your lives.

This is your third year at Stanford and you couldn’t believe how long you had gone without knowing Sam Winchester because now you couldn’t imagine life without him. You missed him tonight for a study sesh but he said he had other matters to attend to and you were too wrapped up in a study-fried frenzy that you didn’t think to ask if everything was okay. It was too late to call him now, but you made a mental note to check with him between classes tomorrow.

Halfway to your dorm now, your exhaustion is really getting to you. The walk is peaceful, but almost too peaceful, and it only makes you more sleepy.

Until it’s not.

A loud crash echoes from up an alley between two lecture halls and you jump. Life on campus was almost boringly bland and uneventful, so you're more startled by the loud noise than afraid. You duck your head down the path and call out.

“Hello? You okay?” You ask, worried that maybe a night shift staff member was hurt. When only complete silence returns your beckon, you decide that it must be fine given the alley looks empty. Also because your prior sense of blissful ignorance is now frozen into a jagged unease of anxiety that gives you goosebumps.

You take a few steps back and bump into someone, letting out a small yelp at the contact. You spin to face Sam.

“Sam? What’re you doing out this late?” You ask, clutching your chest and laughing off your spook to try and seem calm and collected. His eyes scan over your frame and his face is serious- more serious than you’ve ever seen it. His hands reach out to hold your shoulders and he looks behind you, into the alley.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asks, bringing his attention back to you. Your brows crunch in confusion.

“I-I’m fine. It’s stupid,” you chuckle nervously, catching your breath. “Just thought I heard something.” You swallow with a confident nod.

“Get back to your dorm- lock the doors,” he says, leading you away but you shake your head, working against his steady, but firm, shove.

“No- what? What’s wrong?” You ask, taking a step back so he isn’t holding you anymore. You miss it already.

“Please, just trust me and go back,” he practically begs. There’s something you’ve never seen in his eyes before- fear. He’s afraid.

“Sam, are you okay?” You search his face for any hint at his immense distress.

A low growl from the alleyway makes you look behind Sam, trying to see what’s going on. Sam goes stiff, turning back to the alley and tucking you behind him.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered over his shoulder, his hand on your arm to hold you in place.

Scraping footsteps echo from the alley and out emerges this creature. You gasp, gripping the back of Sam’s jacket and you feel just how tense he is. The creature looked human, a large row of dog-like teeth lined its lips and its eyes were a sickening mix of neon yellow and green. God, and its mouth was smeared with crimson red that made you gag.

Sam reaches behind him, pulling a shiny, silver blade from a sheath on his belt loop. Your eyes widen at the size of it and he readies it in his dominant hand. The creature growls and pounces but Sam is quick and meets it in the middle, fighting the creature with a skill you’d see in some action movie a dad would boast over.

You stumble back a few steps, watching in horror. The creature is winning, throwing Sam across the walkway and he skids in the damp grass, landing with a grunt. You call out for him, keeping your eyes on Sam and wanting to go and help him but your feet are planted in place. You still can’t comprehend what this creature is or how it’s even real.

But it is, and it snaps its head to you, snarling as it slowly progresses to you. Its chin slick in bloody slobber, growling as it gets close enough to close the distance with a leap. The creature grabs you, slamming you into the brick wall of the alley.

The impact makes you go dizzy and you try to catch your breath.

You struggle, doing your best to hold it back but the creature is unnaturally strong. You cry out, putting all of your weight into trying to keep the creature back but its snapping jaw gets closer and closer. Suddenly, the creature is ripped off of you and a burst of pain erupts in your elbow as you land into the cement.

Sam is wielding the blade again, this time having the upper hand, yet covered in mud that dampens his clothes. You wish you looked away before Sam sinks the blade deep into the creature's chest with a scowling grunt. He yanks the blade back out and stands to his feet, huffing and staring down at the creature for a moment before turning to you. Your eyes are locked on the creature, barely even registering Sam’s presence, that is until he starts towards you and you instinctively flinch back.

He stops in his tracks and holds up his hands in a steady manner. There’s blood splattered on his face and his lip is bleeding. He’s hurt. There’s something else though, his face is twisted- pained. He looks like someone just kicked his damn puppy and is now mocking him for it.

You didn’t mean to flinch, it’s just that with what you saw and how you were attacked, you were scared. But not of Sam.

Never of Sam.

“You're bleeding,” he says, looking down at your arm and sure enough there’s a scratch that has ripped your favorite jacket. The blood is steadily flowing though, more than you’ve ever seen seep out of your own body. You close your eyes and turn away, trying to settle the dizziness.

“What w-was that?” You keep your eyes screwed shut.

“Werewolf.”

You scoff.

“Jesus,” you groan, sitting up fully and leaning against the wall, your arm really hurts now. You finally reopen your eyes and Sam is taking cautious steps towards you.

“Can I take a look at that?” He asks, pointing to the wound, his hands still braced. You nod because of course he can.

“Please,” your voice cracks. You’re bad with blood and he knows it too. He’s quick to crouch down next to you, grabbing your arm to inspect the gash. You swallow down a whimper, trying to steady yourself against the cold brick behind you.

“You’ll be okay, shouldn’t even need stitches,” his words exhaled with his previously bated breath. “Look at me,” his hand cups your cheek to pull you towards him, holding gently to allow you to dictate when you want to move your head.

As you face him, your eyes crack back open and you catch a glimpse of the creature's lifeless form on the pavement.

“No, no,” he uses his hand to guide you fully to him, “don’t look.” His eyes are softer than usual, like melted pools of hazel. He’s worried about you, that’s obvious, but he looks so torn too.

“How did you know?” You ask and his thumb brushes away a stream of tears you didn’t realize were flowing. His gaze dips down like he’s ashamed but he seems to settle on something as he returns his eyes to yours.

“Family business,” he echoes the simple explanation of when you asked why he ran from home. Your shock and fear morph into confusion and a little annoyance.

“Wait- this is what your dad and brother do? The same ‘family business’ your dad ‘trained’ you for? What the fuck is wrong with him? How the fuck is that- thing even real,” your eyes catch a glimpse of the corpse again and your fear starts to return. “Why is that real,” you whisper, your heart racing. It starts to drizzle.

“We should go,” he urges gently, looking around to make sure no one new is nearby. Your eyes close again and you shake your head.

“God,” you groan, the pain in your arm really taking over your train of thought.

“C’mon, I’ll get you fixed up,” he says, standing and raising you with him. His arm snakes around your waist and you can almost guess that the reasoning isn’t just to help you walk but to keep you close to him out of whatever protective instinct took over during the fight. “You’re okay, you’ll be okay,” he says and you can also deduce it’s for his benefit.

Your legs are shaky as Sam leads you away from the scene, keeping you secure and going slow enough for you to not get too disoriented.

“So,” you start, “you’re telling me that you ditched me to hunt a werewolf? If you’re sick of explaining appellate advocacy you coulda’ just said so,” you chuckle awkwardly. He scoffs and meets your laugh, the sound rattling through his chest and you can feel the rumble into your side.

“Shut up,” you can almost hear his eyes roll. His hold on you lightens up and you can feel some of the tension melt away. But the dead look in the eyes of that thing burns back into your eyes and you feel sick.

“Thank you- for being there,” you say seriously.

“Thank you for hearing me out,” Sam’s thumb absentmindedly caresses your hip.

“Still debating that,” you shove lightly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirks, flashing a canine that you get a glimpse of as you look up at him. “I’ll explain as much or as little as you want to hear.”

Yeah, you’ll have to mull that over a bit too. But right now, as Sam leads you by your hips and the throb of your arm makes you bite your lip so hard that now you're bleeding in two separate places, all you can even fathom is each next step your feet take.

Rationality will be your friend tomorrow. Tonight, you plead plausible deniability.

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fallnlov · 2 months ago

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party 4 you — FC43

summary: franco is absolutely in love with a girl and he's determined to make her fall for him by throwing parties just for her to show up. and he doesn't care about how many parties he'll have to throw.

warnings: there's NO adult content here, it literally has only one single little kiss. idk why it has that warning oml😭😭 it might be the pictures but im not changing it ! this fic has uses of y/n and feminine pronouns

author's note: inspired by “party 4 u” by charli xcx !! AND obviously by “how i met your mother” because this is literally my go-to sitcom and i love ted mosby so much. i don't know if i want a ted mosby or if i want to love someone like ted mosby does. franco's friends' names came from my mind because i wanted to.. english is not my first language so pls ignore any typos. enjoy xx

ℱalling in love is not something Franco is used to. At least not like this. Not with a close friend that made sure she'd never fall in love with someone from their friend group ever again. But what could Franco do? From the very first laugh she gave him, after some flirting to attempt to make her smile, he was down bad.

It was not even the pick up line that made her laugh, Franco knew it was probably the alcohol she was consuming and the surroundings. He remembered it all to well; the first real conversation you had with him.

...

“Come on, Y/N! Just forget about that douchebag! He doesn't deserve your time!” Sofia pulled you to a table where all your other friends were. “It's easy to say but not easy to do when he's literally our best friend.”

“Oh? You had a thing with someone from here?” Jose grinned. You didn't have to say anything, your dead glare made him shut his mouth. “Shush! We're not talking about him. He's not even here! Now, Y/N, will you please come dance with us? It'll make you feel better!” Sofia tried again but just received a shake of head from you.

“I'm not on the mood for this, but thank you. Really.” you offered her a small smile, even though she answered with a roll of eyes. “Okay, I guess. Just don't drown yourself in drinks, you're better than this.” Sofia gave you a serious glaze, remembering of the last time you drank as if there was no tomorrow after a break up. “Then we're gonna go dance, if you need something just scream! We're gonna get you, girl” Maria joined in, giving you a hug and then getting up and pulling the boys from their seats to the dance floor.

It didn't even pass 10 minutes for your peace to be ruined. The rest of the friend group just arrived and of course your ex would be there too. Why did I even think he wasn't gonna come? you thought. His eyes met yours but it was Franco who pointed at you and brought the rest to the table. “Hola, Y/N! Where are the others?” the argentinian sat down by your side and looked around the club.

“Dance floor. They look like they're having the time of their lifes.” You avoided your ex's eyes and gave the others some polite smiles. “Are you having the time of your life here, alone at the table?” Franco smirked, but he meant no harm. “I was just not in the mood to dance, I guess.”

“It's okay, we're gonna keep you company, then.” He gave you a charming smile and then started to talk with the other friends. Of course Franco would look at you from time to time or even maybe try to get you in the conversation, but when you started to give monosyllabic answers he stopped. And when you got up to get yourself some drinks in the bar, he followed.

“What's gotten into you today? You're not usually like this.” Franco leaned by your side in the bar counter. You looked him right into his eyes before talking, “Nothing. I am fine.” you looked back at the barman and ordered a drink. “Yeah? Come on, the Y/N I know would be dancing like crazy at this time of the night but look at you. You look like you've seen a ghost.” “I guess you don't really know me then.”, you sip on your drink.

“Because you don't let me!” he raised his voice a bit but lowered it down right after. “Okay. I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me. It's probably none of my business anyway.” Franco orders himself a drink too.

“It's Augusto. He– well. I don't know if you know but him and I were in a relationship. Actually, I don't even know if I could call it a relationship since he didn't gave a care about our thing. And like, he really seemed in love with me— at least he said he were but then he cheated on me with Martha! And we all hate Martha, and she hates our friends group, it's a mutual feeling! Why would he do this?” you sigh. You would blame your rant on the drink but by only a sip it wouldn't be really believable. You just needed someone to listen.

“Oh. I am sorry to hear that. I get it that's a real awkward place to be right now..” Franco looked back at the table where your other friends were and then back at you. “And it's kind of my fault, he wasn't gonna come but I dragged him here so I really am sorry. And ugh. He's really a jerk. I'm sorry, again!” you chuckled a bit. “What are you so sorry for? None of it is your fault... you didn't even know him and I were having troubles.”

“Yeah but still.. I feel bad. But like, it's his loss, right? Cheating on you” he looks you up and down and give you a smirk “with Martha is really stupid.” Franco makes a disgusted face. “Cause, don't get me wrong, you're like a goddess and she's like... well.”

“Franco! I might hate her but I'm a girls girl. I don't talk about other's appearance. But thanks for the compliment, I appreciate.”

“Eh, whatever I guess. But you do get what I mean.” he smirks again. “You want to stay here? If so, I can make Augusto leave, I have my ways.” “No, it's okay. I guess I can handle being in the same place as him for some hours, right?”

“If you don't then we can always leave and go to a better place, they always say my house is magical.” That's it. the first kinda pick up line he'd gave you.

If it were someone else you'd probably just ignore or maybe stand up and leave, but since it's Franco, you just laughed.

...

“Okay, now tell me a time Y/N laughed with you!” Franco asked Jose, while getting ready to kart. “Everytime, she's the dumbest girl ever, of course she'd laugh about something you said. Now can we focus on karting? I have a bet to win!”

“Ugh! No, Jose. I mean really laughed. Like, meaning it. Or with those shine eyes?” He zips his race suit and grab his helmet. “Like I said, everytime. Franco, you can't feel special by making her laugh if kids falling from their chair make her laugh her ass out!”

“Seriously, I think sometimes you don't have faith in my skills. But I really made her laugh. It's a progress! She's almost falling in love with me. Even though she's still getting over Augusto, I can already see our future together!”

“You're crazy. She was probably just drunk, too.”

“Jose. Just get it. We're soulmates, okay? But anyway, that was not the reason I bought Y/N up. We should throw a party next Friday. Like to all of our friends— minus Augusto, even though he's not my friend anymore— and some more and especially, Y/N. Like, this will help me so much with my plan. Because she will be like “Oh hi Franco” so sweet and then I'll use all of my charm and then by the end of the night, we'll be dancing at a song, body to body, and she'll say something like “Franco... I think I am in love with you”. And then we will kiss and live happily after.”

“Why am I even your friend... It's your house, man! You do what you want. But right now, I just want to focus on karting! Keep your romantics scenarios to yourself, okay? Please!”

“No, no, no. Wait. I didn't finish yet! That'll be a way to ask her out, without asking her out. Get it? All of that because of Augusto, because sincerely, I'd have proposed to her already by now.”

Sitting in a counter table in the library, minding your own business while trying hard to decore all the subjects you had to study for your finals, you didn't expect to see anyone. Neither him approaching you out of nowhere.

“Y/N! Wow! What are the odds?” Franco smiled, walking right up to you. There were books all over the table and there were you with a serious expression on your face. “Oh, hi Franco. How'd you find me here..?”

“Ah! I was walking around and you know... I wanted to find a cooking book! I like to cook but I want to improve my skills!” Sofia definitely did not tell me, he thought. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm studying for my finals”

“Eh, that's boring. But you know what is not boring? Party. I'm throwing a party next Friday, so if you feel like swinging by.. but, you know, whatever! Also, all of our friends will be there! Not him. He's not our friend anymore.” Franco slids down in a chair besides you.

“Oh. I'd love to but next weekend I'll have a family dinner in other city! Too bad your party isn't tonight..” you smile softly at him. Gosh. He loves this smile way too much.

“But it is tonight! Did I say next Friday? I meant this Friday. The party is tonight, yeah.”

...

“Hey, Jose. Invite everyone. We're throwing a party tonight at my place. In 2 hours.”

“Wha—” Franco hangs up.

party number one.

The atmosphere was insanely amazing. Franco's apartment was full of people he knew would make you feel great and happy. After all, he planned this party just for you. All your favorite songs were on the list for the DJ to play, your favorite drinks in easy access. There was nothing that could go wrong.

I only threw this party for you

For the first hours of the party, Franco was still with high hopes. Maybe you were stuck in traffic? Who knows. He didn't. No one actually did.

“Man, the fuck are you doing by the window? The party isn't on the roof, is it? Or is there a VIP area there?” a drunk friend of yours asked Franco, who were sat by the window looking outside, or more exactly, to the front door of his residence.

“What? No, there isn't.” He rolls his eyes, “I'm just.. waiting. I'm waiting for her.”

“Her...? You mean Y/N? Please. There's a lot of hot girls here and you choose to wait for someone who's probably not even showing up?”

“Excuse me? She's a hot girl too. And she is coming, she told me so.”

“Well, she once told me she was fucking my dad. Which is not true! Like, it was an insult but the point is that she's not always telling the truth.”

Franco just laughs at this. “She'll show up.”

I was hopin' you would come through

You didn't show up.

“Ugh.. at least it was a great experience, right?” Franco looks to the side to find no one. His friends were gone by this hour in the morning.

His phone starts ringing. It's Y/N. Franco waits for it to ring for somes seconds before answering. To be casual.

“Hi Franco. I'm sorry I missed your party. I studied all night because I found out I had gotten the wrong book.”

“Oh, hola! Yeah, it's okay.. Did you had a great study session?”

“No.. not really. Well, I wish your party was tonight–”

“It is tonight! It's a two-day party, you know? We always do that. So if you wanna swing by...”

party number two.

It's almost 2 a.m., and to be for real, most of the people in Franco's apartment were extremely tired. The party has been going on for 7 hours, and the same people tonight were there last night. And still no signals of Y/N— which made Franco drink like crazy.

“Sofiaa!! Did you see Y/N coming in? I think I saw her but I might had lost her in this crowd...” Franco slips an arm around Sofia's shoulder and she immediately pulls him away. “No, drunk ass. She's not coming, didn't you know? Spent too much time studying again and is probably asleep right now. Which is sad, because she told me she was really looking forward for tonight's party.” Sofia shrugs and then leave, walking to the center of the living room, where all the others were.

“Franco, can we leave already? I'm not vibing this party anymore!” Maria was the first one to complain, standing up from the armchair almost falling behind.

“No— I mean.. damnit! Wait, what if she forgot about the party? You know, she is always the one who bring the vibes so if I call her maybe it'll make her come and the party will be great as ever?”

“Didn't you listen to Sofia? She's probably asleep now, idiot.” Jose groaned, already making his way up to the door.

“Have faith in my skills! Jose, remember what I told you the other day.” Franco speaks a little too loud and made Jose stop right with the hand on the handle. He grabs his phone and dials Y/N's number. “Ok, listen, you all. If she doesn't answer, you can leave. But, if she does and say she's gonna come, I want everyone to have smiles on your faces! Alright?”

Called your digits, but the phone kept ringin'

“She is asleep, Franco! We're leaving, alright? Gosh. I hate these pathetic romantic men!” Maria gets up, incredibly fine from the drunk state she is. All the rest follow behind her and Franco who threw himself on the couch, was left alone, tired and kind of upset.

...

Franco is awaken up with a special ringtone— the one he chose only for her. His movements were lazy, but as reading the message, he become more and more energetic.

Hi, Franco. I'm so sorry!!!! I was studying a lot again but then when I came back to my place I found out I had to babysit my neighbor's daughter! It was an insane night. I'm so sorry. I wish your party was tonight.

Franco immediately sits up, with an idiot but hopefully smile on his face.

But the party is today! You know, it's a thing here. Two-day parties become three-day parties! If the party number one is cool, why not make it three parties? The whole weekend! You coming, then?

He waits for an answer.

Oh, really? That's a cool thing to do with parties, I guess. I'll come then. Cya!

party number three.

“Franco Alejandro Colapinto. I swear to God! We're here for like 1 hour and she's still not here. I'm losing all the time I could be karting to be here for not one, not two, but three parties just for Y/N to show up! And she never does! I mean, where is she, Franco? Where is Y/N?!” Jose storms out, and when he turns around to leave, he finds you, drink in hand, talking to Sofia. “Oh, hi Y/N.”, Jose immediately leaves.

I only threw this party for you

You try to understand what just happened and you find Franco in the couch, with an awkward expression on his face. “Hum. So, you only threw these parties for me?” You grin as you approach him.

“Uh no! I mean, yes. But, don't get me wrong or anything, I just wanted to see you!” he gets up from the couch and scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, here I am. Anyway, too bad it's not a three-days parties, I really liked the thought.”

“Yeah? We could start doing that, then.” Franco smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. A bold move, but you didn't push him away.

“Just kiss already, oh my gosh.” Sofia says, too drunk, too loud.

Franco closes the distance between the two of you and kiss your lips, inpatient, but sweet, as if he had been dreaming about this moment. And he did.

...

The End!

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gloomwitchwrites · 1 year ago

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*stumbles breathless through your door*

I SAW YOU'RE ASKING FOR STORY REQUESTS!!

*fixes the Caps button*

Sowwy!!

Anyway!!

Please can I ask for:

1. Lord of the Rings

2. Bathing (innocent)

3. Thranduil

4. I leave free hand to you. Just some nice relaxing bath with his love (can he his new queen or soon to be) some pampering with hair and skin care, something along those lines. Fem!elf!reader if I may ask that!

xoxo Firelight

That entrance into my ask box is a solid 10/10. No notes. Just perfect.

Technically, I’m not taking story requests, but I am taking headcanon requests for all the fandoms I write for. So, this will fall into the “what are Thranduil’s bathing habits” realm. So like, what he does alone and with a partner. But it’s obviously on the innocent/fluffy/romantic side of things.

Personally, I’m all about a soft Thranduil who knows how to pamper himself and his partner. I've kept this one on the gender neutral side.

Word Count: 585

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Thranduil’s bathing habits when he’s alone:

A bath is Thranduil’s reset. There is no one that attends him during this time. It’s a chance for him to slow down and to let go of the pressures of the day. When I mean that no one attends him, I mean no one. It is he that fills the tub with water. Not one of his subjects. Thranduil uses that time to disconnect and to think only of the task at hand. He is always making choices, giving orders, and overseeing the wellbeing of all. Filling the bath is a moment of peace. There are no responsibilities here.

Thranduil soaks before he scrubs or washes his hair. He will close his eyes, tip his head back, and rest. This could take a few minutes or even ten before he opens his eyes again and begins the process of lathering up some soap.

Thranduil washes his body first before his hair. The soaps and scrubs he uses are always made from ingredients that are found within the Woodland Realm. He is resourceful in that regard. That same goes for his hair. Anything and everything are sourced from the forest, if possible.

Thranduil reads in the bath (if it’s just him).

Usually doesn’t eat but might have a snack. There will always be wine. That’s nonnegotiable.

Doesn’t remove himself from the tub until the water has gone cold. He likes to stay in as long as possible.

Loves a warm towel afterward.

Thranduil’s bathing habits when he’s with a partner:

Similar to how he draws the bath from himself, Thranduil will do the same for his partner. It’s an act of service, but also a way he shows affection. He wants to do it, and he always makes sure to have it done before they can arrive to bathe themselves. He might seek help from an attendant to prepare other items like candles or fetching wine and food, but Thranduil likes to do most of it himself.

Because of who he is and all the things he must do in a day, a bath is his time to reconnect with his partner. During this time, they are alone, and are unlikely to be interrupted. Truly, this is the only time for Thranduil to spend time with his partner since most of his day is spent taking care of his people.

Whoever Thranduil is with, they are not to lift a finger. This is about them, not him, and he goes to great lengths to make that happen. His favorite thing to do is recline in the tub with his partner leaning against him. This way, Thanduil can cuddle them but also take care of them. It’s the best position to wash their body and their hair.

He is prone to gentle touches, almost an absent-minded sort of motion. He does it without having to think about it. Skin against skin is usually what he needs and not in the physical sense of need. Connection is more important here.

Thranduil enjoys conversation but it is not a requirement. Sometimes just being in each other’s presence is enough.

Thranduil will not allow his partner to do anything for themselves while in the bath. Won’t get angry about it but he might have a twinge of attitude if they keep resisting. Thranduil just wants to take care of them.

Will make sure his partner removes themselves from the bath before they grow cold.

Thranduil will insist on drying them himself.

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uniquexusposts · 4 months ago

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I’m not usually like this | L. Stroll (1)

Summary: Lance was working in a cafe and a new girl walked in. He didn't thank the waiter. Instead of ignoring it, she had the audacity to call him out and throw sarcasm at him like they had known each other for years. Part: 1/? A/N: This will be a small series of a few chapters! Inspiration: alijhali on TikTok Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The café hummed with quiet conversations, the occasional clatter of cups against saucers filling the space. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. Outside, the city moved at its usual pace; tourists wandered, locals hurried past, and the distant hum of traffic blended with the ambient noise of the café.

Lance sat at a corner table, his laptop open in front of him, fingers poised over the keyboard. A deep crease lined his forehead as he scrolled through data, muttering under his breath. The screen reflected off his furrowed brows, showing columns of numbers and notes. His untouched coffee sat to the side, wisps of steam curling upward before disappearing into the air. He reached for it absentmindedly, taking a sip that barely registered.

It had been a long day. A frustrating one. A series of emails, last-minute schedule changes, and simulator problems had put him in a foul mood. He had come to this café for some peace, hoping to finish reviewing data before heading home. Instead, his patience was running dangerously thin.

Y/n stepped inside, pausing near the entrance. She took a quick glance around the café, searching for an empty table. No luck. The place was packed, with nearly every seat taken by groups of friends, solo workers, and tourists enjoying an afternoon coffee. The only available spot was across from a man who looked like he had just lost an argument with his laptop.

She hesitated. Sitting with a stranger wasn’t exactly her first choice, especially one radiating that much irritation, but she didn’t have much of an option. Adjusting the strap of her bag, she walked over.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, motioning to the chair opposite him.

Lance barely spared her a glance, his jaw tightening. "No."

The single word came out curt, edged with impatience. Y/n raised an eyebrow at his tone. She had expected a yes or no, not a whole attitude. Still, she wasn’t about to argue over a seat. With a small shrug, she set her bag down and took a seat.

Minutes passed in silence. Y/n busied herself on her laptop, typing emails and browsing on the internet. Lance remained glued to his screen, fingers tapping away aggressively. The air between them was thick with unspoken annoyance; his, from whatever was on his laptop, and hers, from the way he had dismissed her without a second thought.

The waiter arrived with his coffee, setting it down with a polite nod. Lance accepted it without looking up, too engrossed in whatever data he was analysing.

Y/n exhaled sharply. "You're not going to say thank you?"

Lance blinked, finally looking up from his laptop. "What?"

"You didn’t thank the waiter," she pointed out.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Uh-huh." Y/n wasn’t convinced but decided to let it go. It wasn’t her problem if he wanted to be rude.

Time ticked by. The café’s hum remained steady, the soft chatter of patrons blending with the background music playing from the speakers. Y/n shifted in her seat, stretching her legs slightly under the table. Her eyes moved to the message from her laptop; 10 percent left.

She glanced around. "Is there a socket nearby?"

Lance exhaled sharply through his nose, barely looking up. "Behind you."

Y/n turned to check, realising it was just out of reach. She sighed, shaking her head. "You could’ve just said no."

Lance’ fingers stilled over his keyboard. He looked up, finally giving her his full attention. "Excuse me?"

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. "Do you think you’re cool? Because you’re not."

Lance blinked, clearly thrown off. "What?"

"Are you single?"

His brows furrowed. "Yeah, why?"

Y/n smirked. "Are we surprised?"

Lance stared at her, dumbfounded. For a second, he didn’t know whether to be annoyed or entertained. He had been expecting her to ignore him like everyone else usually did when he was in a bad mood. Instead, she had the audacity to call him out and throw sarcasm at him like they had known each other for years.

The corner of his mouth twitched; just slightly. He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest as he studied her. "You’ve got a lot of opinions for someone who just sat down."

Y/n shrugged. "Someone had to tell you."

Lance huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "You don’t even know me."

"And yet, here we are," she said, plugging in her laptop as if she hadn’t just completely thrown him off balance.

Silence stretched between them again, but this time, it felt different. Lance found himself glancing at her now and then, intrigued despite himself. She wasn’t intimidated by his grumpiness. If anything, she seemed amused by it. He didn’t know why, but her words stung just a little. It wasn’t that he thought he was too important; it was just… a bad day. But the way she had called him out so effortlessly made him feel like he had to defend himself.

"I’m not usually like this," he admitted.

Y/n gave him a skeptical look. "Mhm. Sure."

"I’m serious."

"I bet you are."

Lance sighed, shaking his head with a small chuckle. "You’re ridiculous," he muttered.

"And yet, you’re still talking to me," Y/n shot back with a grin.

Lance exhaled through his nose, amusement flickering in his gaze. He had no idea who she was, but for the first time that day, he didn’t mind the company.

Part 2

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eternalxvenus · 2 years ago

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୨⎯ Like a good neighbor, Gojo is there ⎯୧

summary: You've just moved into a fixer-upper in a quaint neighborhood, excited to start building and designing your dream home. Everything's perfect…or would be, if it weren't for that gorgeous but obnoxious Satoru Gojo next door, who you fight with practically every day.

cw: smut 18+, satoru gojo x f!reader, smut, a little fluff, a smidgen of plot if you squint, gojo is annoying, no curses au, gojo is stupidly rich, pet names (baby, sweetheart), oral f!receiving, p in v, light choking, squirting

word count: 1.5k

notes: this is my first time writing smut so pls bear with me… the tile is bc that logo has been stuck in my head all damn day </3, im also debating on making a part 2… and lastly HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

You woke up to the sound of birds and wind, the sun shining brightly through your uncovered windows. As you stretched your limbs out with a groan trying to fully wake up, you thought about all the things you had to do today.

The clock shown 9:15am. Getting out of bed, the house was warm thanks to the summer morning. After doing your morning routine and eating breakfast you decide that you’re next project for the house will be painting the outside porch railing. You already had the paint, opting for a soft brown color.

Outside the air was warm and almost humid. The half empty coffee cup rested on the small table you had out there. Your clothes were already stained and rugged from previous projects done on the house. You picked up a paintbrush and promptly started on the porch.

About an hour or so later you were still painting, a light sheen in your forehead as you hummed a song stuck in your head. This was the peace you were looking for.

“Heyyy Y/N, how’s your morning going?” You roll your eyes, recognizing the all to chipper voice. Your neighbor Satoru Gojo. He was the most non-peaceful thing about the entire neighborhood. You tried to ignore him, but of course he was already making his way over. “I said good morning, what’s wrong too tired to speak?” he inquired.

A loud huff leaves your mouth. “No Gojo. I just don’t want to speak. To you at least.”

“Ah don’t be like that. I know what’s got you in a sour mood. It’s that ugly paint color isn’t it? Looks like shit— literally.”

“Gojo please do not come over here starting nonsense. It’s a pretty neutral brown. Now go away and leave me be.” You pick up the paint can and move to the next part of the porch. Gojo watches you lazily as you move about. He’s uncharacteristically silent and you almost forget that he’s even there. Glancing up to give him a look that says ‘What?’

With a no good smile on his face he says “Have lunch with me Y/N. Take a break and i’ll make us something good.”

You thought about declining but you were really hungry. As if on command your stomach growled rather loudly. “What’s the catch? You berate all my artistic choices thus far?” you deadpan.

With a hand over his chest in mock offense Gojo replies saying, “I would never!” He starts walking over to his house beckoning you to follow. “C’mon i’ll make us some sandwich wraps.”

You follow Gojo into his house and i soon as you step inside you see the stark contrast the inside has compared to the outside. Everything looks modern and sleek.

Gojo clears his throat before speaking. “Have a seat wherever. I’ll get started on the wraps.” You give a brief nod, walking into his living room to get a closer look at the decor. Fifteen minutes later, Gojo walks in empty handed.

“I put the wraps in the fridge. I usually let them sit in there about 10-15 minutes before eating so they have a better crunch and don’t get as soggy.” He plopped down on the couch stretching out his arms and legs. His eyes kept moving down to your ass as you walked around. “Come sit and let’s talk.”

You sit down next to him, making sure to leave a good amount of space between you both, before he scoots you closer by the hips.

“You know, I’ve never had such a pretty neighbor before…” Gojo’s voice is smooth and filled with seduction. Your heartbeat picks up as he places a hand on your thigh squeezing lightly.

“Gojo… what are you doing?” You ask in a breathy voice. His touch had an effect on you and you hated it. The last thing he needed was an ego boost.

“Oh come on Y/N, why do you think i’m always coming to bother you? I needed an excuse to see your pretty face.” He lowered his head to place light kisses along your jaw and neck. You moved your head to the side to give him better access. It couldn’t hurt to have a little fun…

Gojo moves from your neck and looks into your eyes. You see the dark lustful look in them before he pulls you in for a heated and bruising kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, both of you barely stopping to get any air. You can feel the heat and arousal rushing through your body as he pulls you into his lap. Lifting his hips up slightly you can feel that he’s already hard and definitely not small. You break the kiss to pull off your shirt and Gojo nearly rips off your bra before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth while working the other between his fingers. “Ah… Gojo-”

“Satoru” he says breathing heavily and looking into your eyes. “Please call me Satoru.”

“Satoru… don’t tease.” you nearly whine.

“Fuck… i need to taste you.” Without missing a beat Gojo lays you down on the couch, making quick work of getting your jeans and panties off. “You’re so wet, this all for me?” his lips formed that cocky smirk. “Shut up and do something.” you say squirming. He grabs your hips to still you then lowers his head to taste your arousal. “You taste better than I could’ve imagined… so fucking sweet.” He goes straight into it, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing your hole with his tongue like he’s starved. Your hands immediately find purchase in his hair. You tug slightly making Gojo moan which only adds to the knot that’s already forming in your stomach.

You try to lift your hips but he has you in an iron grip. Heavy pants and moans slip past your lips as you feel that familiar sensation or your orgasm. “Ah! Sa-satoru! Fuck i’m gonna cum!” he continues working his tongue on your clit as he inserts two of his long fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. Gojo eagerly licks and sucks all that you’re offering as you slowly start to come down from your high. He kisses your thighs and slowly makes his way up to your face. “I could eat you out all day” he breathes out. “But right now I wanna be inside you.”

You watch as he takes off his pants, seeing the wet patch on his boxers from his precum. After removing the rest of his clothing he now rests in between your legs, stroking himself as he rubs his tip against your clit. You buck your hips trying to get more friction but Gojo won’t budge. “Tell me what you want.” he whispers aligning himself with your entrance. “Satoru just fuck me please!” You say impatiently. The only warning you have is Gojo saying “If you say so.” before sliding his cock in until he bottomed out.

He threw his head back with a groan. “Shiiiit baby you’re so fucking tight.” He gave you a moment to adjust then started fucking you at an almost inhuman pace. All you could do was moan not able to form anything coherent. You felt Gojo’s hand come to your neck and squeeze just enough to heighten the force of his thrust. “You take me so well… this slutty pussy just keeps sucking me in.” His free hand slipped down to rub harsh circles on your clit causing you to practically scream. “Satoru! Too much!”

“You can take it baby i’m almost there. I want you to cum for me.”

Gojo keeps up his unrelenting pace and overstimulates your clit. You can feel him throbbing inside of you as his thrusts start to stagger and get sloppy signaling he was close. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum… gonna cum all over those pretty tits.”

“Please Satoru! Feels so good… fucking cumming ah!” You feel a gush of warm liquid between your legs just as Gojo pulls out whimpering while spilling his cum all over your stomach. “F-fucking shit! Fuck baby…” you both lay there panting as Gojo gives you small feathery kisses. After a minute or two he gets up to grab a towel to clean you up with. He’s back in his boxers and had one of his shirts for you to wear. You blush taking it with a small “Thank you.”

Once you’ve sat up and slipped on the shirt you notice the wet spot staining the couch. “Shit… sorry about your couch Satoru. I’ll give you the money to replace it.”

Gojo laughs at your concern for his couch. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” He moves you both over to a the other side of the couch that isn’t ruined. “No really i’ll replace it, how much was it?” He mumbles something that you don’t understand. “What?”

“$3,600.”

You stare at him in shock. “Satoru what the hell!” He dismisses your shock with a wave of his hand and lays you both down. “I told you don’t worry about it. Right now just lay here with me.” Just as you both got comfortable and closed your eyes, your stomach growls loudly.

“I guess now would be a good time to get those sandwiches.” Gojo laughs.

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pengweng-quack · 7 months ago

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Bloodbound

Carlisle Cullen x Human!OC

Summary: Place Carlisle in the Edward situation of falling in love with a human, and see what happens

Chapter 13/?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Notes:

This is on Ao3 under the same title and username if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54527830)

Leave your thoughts (or don't, your choice) in the comments, I enjoy reading through your thoughts :)

Word Count: 2162 words

General warning: I used some religious references in this story so read with caution if you're not so keen into reading that

TW for this chapter: drinking

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Carlisle went out of the car and went to the passenger side to carry Celine to her room. His step feeling heavier than the last as he makes his way to her. Carlisle knew that Edward and Jasper knew what was happening, hell even he who didn’t have Jasper’s powers can feel how heavy the atmosphere is.

Celine made herself comfy on Carlisle’s chest, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. Carlisle couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, peace evident on her face. But his smile faltered when he remembered that underneath the peace that her face held was so much anger and pain that she hid from everyone.

Walking in the house, he saw that everyone was doing their own thing. Rosalie and Alice were discussing some things related to cars and Emmett and Jasper were playing some video games. Edward was the only one that was already looking at him when he walked in, seeing what had just happened in his mind. Esme walked in from the kitchen, the scent of chicken noodle soup trailing behind her.

“Celine’s gonna suffer some very tough hangover tomorrow, Alice saw.” Esme gave answer to the food that was prepared

Carlisle answered with a nod before going up to her room and calling it a night for her. There, he gently laid her down on the bed and retrieved some nightclothes from her closet along with wipes, cotton pads, and micellar water to remove her makeup. Sitting beside her, he admired her beauty as he meticulously wiped away the makeup from her face with care and tenderness.

“So beautiful.” Carlisle whispered, a smile on his face as he finished cleaning her face up.

Carlisle proceeded to carefully remove the dress she wore for their hangout, taking his time to ensure her comfort. He then used the wipes to cleanse her body gently, refreshing her skin for when she woke up. And when he was done, he made her wear the nightclothes that he picked up, a simple shirt and shorts.

Carlisle looked at her, a sad smile on his face. He needed to give Celine a chance to live, to love, to be happy. A decision was forming in his mind, he looked at Celine one last time before leaving her room, allowing her to peacefully rest.

He went down to join the rest of his family, sitting next to Bella who was watching tv. His thoughts were obscured by the weight of his decision, contemplating the various approaches he could take. It didn’t take long until the rest of the family was surrounding him, all with an unreadable expression on their faces

“Do you need to tell us something, Carlisle?” Esme asked, making the man look at her

“Celine isn’t happy anymore.” Carlisle started before he let out a sigh of defeat “I’ve hurt her too deep; I doubt that forgiveness is something that she’ll be able to grant me.”

“And that’ll just make you give up?” Rosalie asked, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed

“I decided to try and fight the Volturi.” He continued, earning gasps from everyone “You don’t have to join me, I do not wish you to do so. I’m doing this to give Celine a choice.”

“Have you said this to her?” Jasper asked quietly

“I don’t think she’ll want to know.” Carlisle answered “It’ll put guilt in her if I don’t make it out alive.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Rosalie hissed angrily

“Rosie—

“I’ve had enough of you being a coward! You're always hiding behind 'it's for her' or 'this is for the best' but how will you know if you don’t straight up ask her?” She rambled angrily

“She wanted you, Carlisle. She understood all the risks, all the damn danger it would put her in, but she didn't give a damn because she wanted you! She didn’t need protection, she didn’t need saving, she just needed you! Now, if you can't get that through your thick skull, then I say we march straight to those Volturi scum right now and never show our faces to her again!”

“Rosalie, that’s enough.” Edward warned her

“No! Someone needed to tell Carlisle that he can’t always be making decisions alone.” Rosalie argued, her eyes blazing in anger “Edward, tell him what you told us.”

“What is it?” Carlisle asked

“Alice had the vision, why is it not her to say it?” Edward asked, not wanting to take responsibility of telling Carlisle what the vision was

“Will someone just tell me what—

“If you fight the Volturi, Celine will be one of them.” Alice spoke up, louder than how she usually talks “She’ll find out of your attempt to fight them, and she’ll go to Italy herself. She’ll offer herself to them for your safety.”

“She has no escape from being a vampire, it’s her calling. We’ve known that way back when that rogue vampire wanted to attack her.” Edward added “All that matters is who’s side she’s gonna be on. And I don’t think you’ll be able to accept being on opposing sides as your mate.”

“What now?” Carlisle asked quietly, dropping all thoughts of fighting the Volturi for Celine “She still won’t accept me as her mate even when she’s turned.”

“Win her heart again.” Rosalie answered in a matter-of-fact tone “It’ll be slow, but you’ll have all of eternity to win her back.”

“And for the love of God, will you please tell her anything that concerns her now? I would have thought that we’ve learned from Bella and Edward before already.” Esme exasperatedly said as Edward playfully rolls his eyes at her

“Like father, like son.” Emmett teased, a grin on his face

It was nearing noon when Celine woke up with her head throbbing with a relentless ache and her memory of the previous night blurred. She was in her room, well Carlisle’s room, but he was so gracious to give her his room to stay in until she becomes one of them.

“Ugh, headaches.” She groaned, clutching her head in pain. It was as if Carlisle heard her wake up because a soft knock was on the door before he entered the room with a tray of food for her

“How are you feeling?” Carlisle asked, setting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her

“How much did I drink last night?” Celine asked quietly, clutching her head in pain. Carlisle reached for her hand and pulled it away from her head, holding it to stop her from hurting herself more

“Like almost half a vodka bottle, more or less.” Carlisle answered, getting her to groan at her decisions last night

“Did I do anything stupid?” She asked again, grabbing the tray and placing it on the bed carefully

“Nothing that will get you questioned by the police.” He playfully answered before he grabbed the bowl of chicken noodle soup and the spoon for it “Open up, Esme cooked this for you.”

“I can take care of myself.” Celine softly argued, about to grab the bowl from Carlisle had he not moved it away from her

“I know.” Carlisle simply answered, mixing the soup with the spoon “I also want to take care of you.”

Celine didn’t argue anymore and allowed Carlisle to feed her. He was gentle in feeding her, just as he’s been gentle with her ever since. And once the bowl of soup was finished, Carlisle picked up the glass of water and helped her drink it.

“I said something last night, didn’t I?” Celine asked as Carlisle put away the tray of empty dishes on the nightstand, about to take the dirty dishes and leave her be until she decides to join them “Usually, you wouldn’t put much of a fight in my decisions to just take care of myself.”

“Not much that really mattered.” Carlisle assured her, flashbacks of all the anger and pain that she let out last night on the drive home playing on his mind

“I don’t need to have skills like Edward to know that you’re lying.” She said softly, looking at him. Carlisle let out a sigh before sitting next to her again

“You were sobbing last night.” Carlisle started, making eye contact with Celine as she listens to him in curiosity of what she has done

“I’m sorry for leaving you. I was so obsessed with keeping you safe and keeping the Volturi away from you that I hadn’t thought of what you would feel if I left you.” He continued, making Celine realize just how much she told him while drunk

“It was foolish of me to believe you'd welcome me back with open arms. I thought that it was gonna be simple, I just needed to tell you why I had done it and then you’ll forgive me. But I hurt you beyond words. You had to live alone after I had shown you the love that you deserve. You were alone again.”

“I know an apology alone would never be enough, and I accept it. I made the decision to leave you.” Carlisle ended, reaching for Celine’s hand with a sad smile on his face “I’ll be happy for whatever decision you decide is best for yourself.”

“Carlisle, I—

“After your transition and after we show the Volturi that you’re a vampire, you’re free to go wherever you want. Live how you want. Be who you want.” He continued with an offer, reading Celine’s eyes for any reaction but it only held emptiness, giving him the answer that he didn’t want to have but needed to see “You deserve the freedom.”

Carlisle squeezed her hand softly before standing up. He looked at her, flashing her a small smile before grabbing the tray and leaving the room.

“Carlisle?” Esme asked, watching as he goes down the stairs, his steps heavier than usual

“Where’s the others?” Carlisle asked

“They all went out.” She replied, her eyes still on him as he goes to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. She followed him to the kitchen, resting her body on the island, her eyes intently on him as he moves eerily silent

“Spill it, Carlisle.” Esme said, despite knowing what he’s offered Celine already “What happened?”

“You heard it.” He answered, not even turning around to face her

“Why did you offer it?” She asked

He turned around and faced her, an unexplainable lost expression on his face. Not once had she seen Carlisle look so lost and hopeless until now. They’ve had this sibling charade for 90 years already, and not once did he look so unsure of what to do next. It reminded Esme of the time when Bella carried Renesmee, a period filled with doubt and fear. However, this moment surpassed even that, leaving Esme deeply concerned about the weight of the decisions ahead.

“A simple apology isn’t gonna fix what I broke.” Carlisle answered, a sad smile on his face

“You’ll have all of eternity to fix it.” Esme tried to assure him, but he only shook his head no

“When I first daydreamed of meeting my mate, I thought it was gonna be magical, just like how Edward felt meeting Bella.” He started, letting out a small laugh of pity to himself “But now... now I can't help but wonder if this is just God's way of punishing me, for entangling all of you in this mess, for bringing you all into a life of turmoil and pain.”

“I wish I could cry right now just so God can feel the depth of sincerity of my love towards her.”

“You should hunt.” Esme told him “Clear your mind a bit. Let me prepare some lunch for Celine then I’ll follow.”

Carlisle didn’t need to be told twice; he went out into the depths of the forest, leaving Esme and Celine alone. Esme made her way in front of Celine’s room, wanting to have a conversation with her so she could know her side. She softly knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

Upon hearing a soft "come in," Esme entered to find Celine seated on the bed, engrossed in one of Carlisle's books. Noticing that Celine wore one of Carlisle's jumpers, Esme couldn't help but feel a deeper admiration for her, knowing how much it would mean to Carlisle to see her in it.

But Celine’s scent, it was burning Esme’s throat. A scent so addictive that Esme knew that if she had a whiff of her blood while she was actively bleeding, that she would terribly struggle with her self-control. Something she was so scared to face, especially when it’s Carlisle’s mate that is in grave danger if she showed any lack of self-control.

But she needed to be strong

For she would not wish Carlisle to live an eternity without his Celine, the same way that she has to live an eternity without her mate.

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[10] Expendable Hearts (Levi x F!Reader)

Chapter 10: Friends?

WC: 7,826 Chapter Warnings: none not even angst lol Summary: Everyone in Levi's life knows he only ever dated one girl and that she left him wrecked, bitter, and heartbroken. Many years later, she's back in his life and he doesn't know what to do. Note: unedited i just wrote and skimmed through the whole thing SORRY

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You stirred slightly, caught between the haze of sleep and wakefulness. Warmth surrounded you, and your cheek was pressed against something solid. A steady, rhythmic sound filled your ears—Levi’s heartbeat.

It wasn’t until your hand shifted against his side that realization hit. Your arm was draped across him, your body curled into his. You froze. His arm is also draped over your back, hand resting on your shoulder, vaguely reminding you of how he held you from the back last night.

Levi’s breathing was slow and even, his chest rising and falling beneath your palm. He was still asleep, his face relaxed in a way you rarely saw. His brows, which were almost always furrowed, were smooth. His lips, slightly parted, showed none of the sharp remarks or dry humor you were used to.

You wanted to move—needed to—but your body betrayed you, unwilling to disturb the rare moment of peace. Levi looked genuinely asleep, which was rare. So instead, you lingered, your mind racing. It felt so natural, so familiar, and yet… it wasn’t.

The spell broke when a sudden weight landed on the bed, startling both of you.

Levi grunted, his brows knitting as his eyes flickered open.

Before you could so much as untangle yourself, Earl, your adorably sassy cat, pounced directly onto Levi’s chest, his tail whipping against your face.

“What the—” Levi’s voice was rough, his expression dazed as Earl began sniffing his face, completely unbothered by the chaos he’d caused.

“Earl!” you hissed, finally pulling yourself away from Levi, your face burning. You grabbed the cat, holding him up in front of you like a misbehaving child. “Really?”

The black cat hangs in the air, swaying slightly in your hands, completely unmoved by your scolding. In honesty, you were thankful for the cat getting you out on what was supposed to be an awkward situation of waking up.

Good job, Earl. You thought.

Levi sat up, raking a hand through his mussed hair, his silver eyes narrowing at Earl. You had to look away from him, hoping he didn’t notice your eyes shifting quickly from his sexily messy hair and toned arms that’s fighting peeking through the sleeve of your shirt that shifted down when he ran his hand through his hair.

“Is he always this… invasive?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, setting Earl on your lap. “He’s just excited to eat. He likes to make sure everyone knows who’s in charge around here.”

Earl, as if to emphasize your point, let out a demanding meow before jumping off the bed and trotting out the bedroom, clearly demanding breakfast.

Levi sighed, standing and stretching, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly as he did. “Might as well feed him before he gets ideas.”

“Sorry about that,” you said sheepishly, moving to follow him.

Levi glanced at you, his tone dry but not unkind. “Waking up to your cat attacking me is definitely a first.”

You laughed again, grateful for Earl’s impeccable timing. Whatever awkwardness lingered from the moment before was replaced by a quiet, easy rhythm as the two of you prepared yourself for breakfast.

After the two of you are done with your morning routine, which thankfully you have a spare toothbrush for Levi, the both of you headed to the kitchen. You brought out Earl’s food, laid them out on the counter and opened the fridge, eyes shifting to Levi who quietly followed you to the kitchen.

“Can you feed him while I make breakfast?” you ask, eyes hopeful.

Levi stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, giving Earl a scrutinizing look as the cat meowed expectantly by his food bowl.

“Alright,” he muttered, reaching for the bag of cat food on the counter. “What’s the serving size for this tiny menace?”

“Two scoops,” you said over your shoulder as you pulled out a carton of eggs.

Levi measured out the food with precision, his movements sharp and efficient, as though he were handling something far more serious than feeding a cat. Earl, meanwhile, paced in impatient circles, tail flicking as he let out tiny, demanding meows.

“Pushy, aren’t you?” Levi remarked dryly, crouching to set the bowl down. Earl immediately dove in, devouring the food like he hadn’t eaten in days.

You chuckled from the stove. “He’s got a big personality. Much like someone I know.”

Levi straightened, ignoring your comment and brushing his hands together as he leaned against the counter, watching you work. “Didn’t think I’d be running errands for a cat this morning,” he said, his tone teasing but light.

“Consider it your rent for staying over,” you quipped, cracking an egg into the pan.

He raised a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So I get breakfast and a deal on rent? Generous of you.”

You grinned but didn’t reply, focusing on flipping the eggs. The kitchen is filled with the soft sizzle of butter, the smell of toast warming in the toaster, and the quiet hum of your coffee maker brewing fresh coffee while you told Levi to make his own tea that he found on your cupboard. Well, not before voicing out

“Why does this can of tea have dents on it?” He asked, amused and holding up the can that you bought when you first saw Moblit. Your cheeks flushed, embarrassed at the thought coming back.

Levi didn’t say much as he moved around the kitchen, tidying up stray items as though it was second nature. He wiped the counter, straightened a dish towel, even refilled Earl’s water bowl when he noticed it wasn’t full. It was kind of funny that you had to say something.

“Do you ever sit still?” you asked, glancing at him from the stove.

“I do,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “Just not when there’s chaos around.”

“It’s not chaos,” you protested, gesturing vaguely around the kitchen.

He gave a small shrug, though his expression softened slightly. “If you say so.”

A comfortable silence settled between you. Levi poured your cup of coffee while you plated breakfast, the two of you moving in sync despite the tight space.

When you finally set the plates down on the table, Levi handed you the cup of coffee, his eyes flicking briefly to yours. “Not bad teamwork.”

You smiled, sitting down across from him. “Earl’s happy, and breakfast’s ready. I’d call that a win.”

Levi gave a soft hum of agreement, picking up his fork. For a moment, it felt easy—like you were two people simply sharing a quiet morning together. It’s like you two were actually friends.

When the two of you were done eating and after winning over Levi as he insisted on washing the dishes by basically having to push Levi out of the kitchen, you place the last of the breakfast dishes in the sink, wiping your hands on a towel as you glance at Levi. He’s still seated at your tiny kitchen table, tea cup in hand, looking unusually relaxed for someone who had a night like his. Earl brushes past his legs before hopping onto the counter, and Levi glares at the cat briefly before returning to his tea.

“So,” you begin, leaning against the counter, “Hange and Moblit’s wedding is coming up. Do you have your gift figured out yet?”

Levi takes a slow sip, barely acknowledging your question. “No.”

“Really? You’re usually so on top of things,” you tease.

“I don’t waste energy on people’s weddings until I have to.”

You chuckle, crossing your arms. “Fair point. But the gift is important, you know. It’s Hange and Moblit. You can’t just show up empty-handed and scowl in the corner.”

Levi raises an eyebrow. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“Good, because I don’t think Hange would let you live it down,” you quip, walking over to sit across from him. “What are you thinking of getting them, then?”

His gaze shifts to you, expression unreadable. “What do you usually give people who spend their free time terrorizing the streets of Paradis with ‘scientific breakthroughs’?”

You laugh at that, shaking your head. “True. Hange’s one-of-a-kind. Moblit too, honestly, for putting up with her. I guess… something meaningful? Or fun?”

Levi huffs, setting his cup down. “Meaningful. Right. You’re not thinking of one of those ridiculous photo albums, are you?”

“Excuse me?” you say, feigning offense. “Photo albums are sentimental and timeless. Better than, I don’t know, a plain frying pan.”

“High-quality cookware isn’t plain,” Levi replies, deadpan. “It’s practical. They’re starting a household.”

“Oh, please,” you scoff, leaning back in your chair. “You think Hange’s going to care about pots and pans? Are we talking about the same Hange?”

Levi doesn’t reply immediately, but the faintest twitch of his lips betrays him.

“What about you?” he asks after a pause.

“What about me?”

“Do you have a gift in mind?”

You hesitate. “Not really. I’ve been busy. Haven’t had time to think about it.”

Levi leans back, arms folding across his chest. “Then figure it out now. We’ll go pick something out this afternoon.”

You blink, caught off guard. “We?”

“Yeah. You clearly need help.”

“And you don’t?”

Levi shrugs. “I’ll manage. But since we’re both clueless, we might as well waste time together.”

A smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. “Fine. But if you even look at cookware, I’m dragging you out of the store.”

“You can try,” he replies smoothly, finishing the last of his tea.

After a while following the conversation, Levi heads home for a bit, wanting to get a proper change of clothes before heading out to your gift shopping. You also took the time to prepare yourself for the day ahead, showering with all your might, choosing a good casual outfit for half an hour, and putting on proper makeup.

The early afternoon sun filters through the streets as Levi picks you up from your apartment in his car.

As you arrive at the center of the city, the marketplace buzzes with energy, shoppers weaving in and out of storefronts, vendors calling out to passersby. It’s a lively scene, a stark contrast to the quiet of your apartment just hours ago.

“Alright,” you say, clutching your bag as you walk beside him. “First stop?”

Levi glances around, his expression unreadable but his pace unhurried. “You’re the one who hasn’t thought of anything yet. Pick a store.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a gentleman, truly.”

He doesn’t reply, but the corner of his mouth twitches, and you count that as a victory.

After a few moments of scanning the shops, your eyes land on a boutique with quirky home goods displayed in the window. You grab Levi’s arm without thinking, tugging him toward it.

“This one!”

He stops just short of the door, eyeing the display. “If this is another shop full of useless junk—”

“It’s not junk,” you insist, dragging him inside. “It’s artsy. Hange would love it.”

The interior of the store is as whimsical as its window promised—bright colors, mismatched shelves, and a faint scent of lavender in the air. You immediately start browsing, your eyes flitting over ceramic planters shaped like animals, colorful tapestries, and handmade journals.

Levi follows, his hands in his pockets, clearly unimpressed. “You think they’ll actually use any of this?”

“Hange? Definitely,” you say, picking up a set of oddly shaped wine glasses. “What about these? Functional and fun.”

Levi raises an eyebrow. “They look like they’d break if you breathe on them.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” you mutter, setting them down.

As you continue browsing, Levi’s attention is drawn to a small shelf near the back of the store. You glance over, curious, and find him inspecting a sleek, minimalist tea set.

“For Moblit?” you guess, stepping closer.

Levi shrugs, his fingers brushing the edge of the teapot. “He might appreciate it. Keeps him calm when Hange gets… Hange.”

You smile, trying to picture Moblit carefully pouring tea while Hange rambles about her latest experiment. It’s almost too perfect. You also remember how Moblit told you when you first met that it was him who got Hange to actually drink tea. The memory warms your chest, knowing that Moblit is such a good match for your friend.

“I like it,” you say, surprising him. “It’s thoughtful. Let’s keep it in mind and go around one last time.”

He nods, setting the box back down with care as you walk around the store once more to see what else you haven’t spotted.

After deciding that the tea was the best choice, the two of you exit the quirky boutique, armed with a small bag containing the tea set for Moblit and Hange, to be named a gift from Levi. He carries it in one hand, his other tucked neatly into his pocket as he scans the street ahead.

“Alright,” you say, squinting in the sunlight, “one gift down. Now we just need something from me, and something that screams Hange.”

“Nothing screams louder than Hange herself,” Levi mutters, earning a chuckle from you.

As you walk, you glance over at him, curiosity bubbling up. “So… how did Hange and Moblit even happen? He wasn’t around when I left, was he?”

Levi hums, thinking for a moment. “No. Moblit came a little after you left. Fresh out of college, I think. He started working as Hange’s assistant when she was still with that research company.”

“Wait, assistant?” you interrupt, intrigued. “Like, lab assistant?”

“More like someone to keep her from burning the place down,” Levi replies dryly.

You laugh. “Sounds about right.”

Levi continues, his tone casual but laced with a hint of fondness. “They were… chaotic. Moblit was constantly putting out fires, literal and otherwise. But he stuck around. Hange tested his patience in every way possible, and he still showed up every day.”

You nod, smiling at the thought. “So, what, one day they just realized they liked each other?”

Levi shrugs. “Something like that. I didn’t ask for details. One day they were working late nights together; the next, he was the only one who could drag her away from the lab. Took a while, but they figured it out.”

“Sounds like a rom-com,” you muse, hands in your pockets.

Levi glances at you sideways. “Maybe, if your idea of romance includes a lot of yelling and broken glassware.”

“That just adds spice,” you tease, nudging his arm.

He scoffs lightly but doesn’t argue.

As you round a corner, your eyes catch on a brightly lit storefront across the street. The garish neon sign leaves little to the imagination, and your lips curl into a mischievous grin.

“Hey, Levi,” you say, feigning innocence. “What about that place? Think Hange would get a kick out of something from there?”

Levi follows your gaze to the adult shop and stops dead in his tracks. His expression twists into a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

“No,” he says flatly.

“Oh, come on,” you press, barely suppressing your laughter. “It’d be hilarious!”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s so on-brand for her!” you argue, crossing your arms.

Levi shakes his head firmly. “You can go in there yourself if you want. I’m not stepping foot in that place.”

“Wow, way to be a team player,” you tease, giving him a playful nudge as the two of you continue walking.

“I’m already regretting this,” he mutters, though you catch the faintest hint of a smirk on his face.

The store bell jingles as you and Levi step inside the eclectic shop, a place so jam-packed with trinkets and oddities that it feels like stepping into Hange’s brain. You take a deep breath, the faint scent of sandalwood incense mixed with dust bringing an odd comfort.

“This might be it,” you say, spinning to face Levi.

He scans the chaotic layout of the shop, shelves stacked precariously with knickknacks and books. “This is it? You dragged me here for this?”

“Oh, don’t start,” you say, giving him a playful glare. “You’ve been way too grumpy for someone having a shopping day with me.”

“I didn’t realize I signed up for chaos,” he mutters, though he trails behind you as you dive into the aisles.

You scan the shelves eagerly, your fingers brushing over odd gadgets, vintage postcards, and bizarrely specific books. Levi stands a step behind, hands shoved into his pockets as he glances around disinterestedly.

“Look at this!” you exclaim, holding up a miniature plasma ball. “Hange would love this! She’d put it on her desk and zap it every time she had an idea.”

“She’d break it within a week,” Levi says, unimpressed.

“True.” You laugh, setting it back down and moving further into the shop.

Levi, seemingly resigned to his fate, picks up an intricately carved paperweight shaped like a hyena. He studies it for a second before showing it to you. “This isn’t terrible.”

You squint at it. “Is that because you think it’s practical, or because it reminds you of Hange?”

He shrugs, putting it back without answering, but the slight quirk of his lips betrays him.

Eventually, you stumble upon a small section of quirky inventions. Your eyes land on a device labeled “All-In-One Enthusiast’s Gadget: Compass, Thermometer, and Laser Pointer.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, grabbing it off the shelf. “Levi, look at this!”

He leans in to inspect it. “What even is that?”

“Perfection,” you reply dramatically. “Hange could use this for literally everything. Getting lost on one of her field trips? Compass. Want to mess with someone’s cat? Laser pointer. Need to check if it’s too cold for a jacket? Thermometer!”

“Or,” Levi says, taking it from you, “she’ll use it twice and lose it.”

“That’s… also valid.” You laugh. “But isn’t that the fun of it?”

He sets it back down and picks up a hardcover book titled “Wonders of the World: Unexplained Phenomena and Curious Discoveries.” He flips through the pages, his brow furrowing slightly.

“She’d like this,” he says simply.

You peer over his shoulder, nodding. “You’re right. She loves this kind of stuff. Aliens, strange artifacts, ghosts… She’d devour this.”

“Finally,” he mutters, heading toward the counter with the book.

“Wait!” you say, grabbing the gadget and rushing after him. “We’re getting both.”

He gives you a flat look. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you tease, grinning.

The clerk wraps up the items, commenting on your “unique taste.” Levi pays without hesitation, ignoring your protests.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say as the two of you step outside.

“Think of it as compensation,” he says dryly. “For dragging me into this circus.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’re too kind, Captain Grumpy.”

As you walk, your attention catches on a wedding display in the window of a boutique. The mannequins are dressed in elegant white and black, surrounded by glittering décor. You slow your pace, drawn to the scene.

“They really went all out,” you murmur, your eyes lingering on the intricate details.

Levi pauses beside you, his gaze following yours. After a moment, he speaks, his tone softer than before. “People are different in relationships.”

You glance at him, surprised by the sudden comment.

“Some change to match their partner,” he continues, his eyes still on the display. “Others… lose themselves trying to keep the other happy.”

Your chest tightens at the subtle weight of his words. You can’t help but wonder if he’s hinting at your past together, though he doesn’t look at you or elaborate further.

“Which one do you think you are?” you ask, your voice almost a whisper.

He turns to you then, his expression unreadable. “Neither.”

You don’t press him, and the two of you walk in silence until you reach another store.

“Well,” you say, forcing a lightness into your tone as you point at the boutique across the street. “Should we pick something up for the honeymoon? I’m sure they’d appreciate something… educational.”

Levi follows your gaze, his eyes landing on the unmistakable neon sign of an adult shop. His response is immediate.

“No.”

“Come on, think of the laughs!” you say, grinning at his deadpan expression.

“I said no.”

You laugh, raising your hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. No fun.”

His glare softens as he shakes his head, and for a brief moment, you catch the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Let’s find something else they won’t want to throw out,” he says, leading the way into the next store.

The day stretches into evening, and the vibrant streets of Stohess hum with life as you and Levi step out of the last shop, your shopping bags rustling. In the end, you settled on also giving them a personalized wooden cutting board with their name carved on the corner and on the sides, “may you be filled with the most powerful form of energy—love.”

The golden glow of the setting sun bathes everything in a warm hue, and your stomach growls, breaking the momentary quiet.

Levi glances at you. “Hungry?”

You nod sheepishly. “Starving. All this gift-hunting works up an appetite.”

“Yeah, who was the one ridiculing kitchenware this morning only to end up with a cutting board?” Levi teased, earning a glare from you.

He points down the street toward a cozy-looking restaurant with glowing lanterns strung outside. “Let’s eat there. It’s quiet.”

You glance in the direction he’s pointing, nodding in agreement. “Alright, but I need to grab something first. Go ahead and get us a table—I’ll be quick.”

Levi narrows his eyes slightly, skeptical. “What do you need so urgently?”

“Just some essentials I ran out of at home. It won’t take long, promise,” you reply, already stepping away before he can argue.

He sighs but doesn’t press further. “Don’t make me wait too long.”

As Levi makes his way into the restaurant, you slip down the block to a nearby flower stand you’d spotted earlier. Your eyes wander over the small yet colorful selection until a simple bouquet of blue hyacinths and white orchids catches your attention. They’re elegant and understated, much like the man they’re meant for.

“This one, please,” you tell the vendor.

The vendor, a gentle old woman, smiles. “Nice choice.”

“Perfect,” you murmur, paying the vendor before hurrying back—well, before stopping by one last store, that is.

Inside the restaurant, Levi sits at a window-side table, glancing at the menu with his usual calm demeanor. The warm glow of the lanterns outside casts soft light across his face, making him look more relaxed than usual. When you approach, flowers hidden behind your back, his eyes flick up, noting your arrival.

“Took you long enough,” he remarks, his tone laced with mild exasperation.

“I come bearing peace,” you say with a grin, revealing the bouquet.

Levi blinks, momentarily stunned. “Flowers?”

“For you,” you say, setting them gently on the table in front of him.

He stares at the flowers for a beat before letting out a quiet sigh, though there’s a faint hint of color on his cheeks. “You’re unbelievable.”

“In a good way, I hope,” you tease, sitting down across from him. “Did you know men rarely get flowers?”

He picks up the bouquet carefully, his fingers brushing against the petals. “I do. And they’re… nice,” he mutters, setting them aside with practiced nonchalance. “Thanks.”

You can’t help but smile at his reaction, knowing he’s not the type to gush over such things. The server arrives, and the two of you place your orders, the warmth of the restaurant and the soft glow of the evening making everything feel a little more intimate.

“So,” Levi begins once the server leaves. “What was so urgent that you had to leave me standing here like an idiot?”

“Already told you—essentials,” you say lightly. “The flowers were just an extra.”

“Hm,” he replies, though his expression softens ever so slightly as he glances at the bouquet again.

The small, cozy restaurant Levi had chosen was warm and inviting, with the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering herbs wafting through the air. The two of you sat by the window, the quiet hum of conversation around you providing a pleasant backdrop.

“You’re predictable, you know,” you tease as Levi scans the menu.

His eyes flick up to meet yours. “How so?”

“Always going for the places with minimal crowds and simple menus,” you reply, gesturing around the understated interior.

“Simple is better,” he says matter-of-factly. “Less room for error.”

You roll your eyes, grinning. “Right, because a chaotic place would just ruin your whole day.”

“Exactly,” he deadpans, but the faintest twitch of his lips gives him away.

The server arrives, and after placing your orders, you lean back in your seat, folding your arms. “So, do you ever relax, or is this just a lifelong state of being?”

Levi raises an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Fair point,” you concede, chuckling. “But seriously, don’t you ever just… let loose? Try something new, something out of your comfort zone lately?”

He considers this for a moment. “Define ‘letting loose.’”

“I don’t know, karaoke? Trying spicy food? Wearing something other than black?”

“I’ve done all those things,” he counters, taking a sip of water.

“Wait, you’ve done karaoke?” you ask, incredulous.

You remember back in college, he would just sit in the corner whenever you and your friends would have karaoke night.

“I was coerced,” he admits, looking vaguely annoyed at the memory.

“By Hange, I bet,” you say, laughing.

“Who else?” he mutters, shaking his head.

The conversation drifts to lighter topics as the food arrives, and you find yourself relaxing more than you’d expected. The two of you share observations about the other diners, recalling old inside jokes, and even debating which of the dishes you ordered was better.

At one point, Levi surprises you by asking, “So, what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve done recently?”

You blink at him. “Ridiculous?”

“Yeah,” he says, leaning back slightly. “Something impulsive. Out of character.”

You think for a moment, then grin. “I once sang the entire theme song of a kid’s cartoon during a work karaoke night. Sober.”

Levi’s eyebrows lift. “Why?”

“I panicked,” you admit, laughing. “It was the only thing I could think of under pressure.”

He shakes his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “You really are something else.”

“Is that your way of saying you’re impressed?” you tease.

“Don’t push it,” he replies, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his tone.

When you are done eating, the server clears away your plates, leaving the two of you nursing your drinks. The warm, ambient lighting softens Levi’s sharp features as he leans back slightly in his chair, fingers loosely clasped around his glass.

“Do you miss it?” he asks suddenly, his tone casual, but his gaze steady.

“Miss what?” you reply, sipping your drink.

“Working for your old boss. You spent years there, didn’t you?” he asks, swirling the liquid in his glass.

You tilt your head, studying him. “Why the sudden interest?”

He shrugs. “Just wondering if you were happy back then.”

The question catches you off guard. You shift in your seat, glancing out the window briefly before returning your focus to him. “It was… different. I mean, Vanessa was a great boss, and I learned a lot.”

You pause, setting your glass down. “But yeah… I do,” you admit, the words coming out softer than you expected.

Levi raises an eyebrow, clearly curious. “Why?”

“She wasn’t just my boss,” you begin, leaning back slightly in your chair. “Vanessa was like family to me. Her house… her world… It felt like a second home. After work, we’d have these barbecues in her backyard, nothing fancy. Just her kids running around, her husband trying not to burn the chicken, and me trying to keep up with her stories about law school.”

Levi listens quietly, his fingers resting lightly on his glass. “Sounds… normal. Too normal for someone who was running herself into the ground.”

You smile faintly. “It didn’t feel like work with her. She was always pushing me, yes, but she made me feel like I belonged. When we celebrated wins, it wasn’t some formal dinner with suits and speeches. It was burgers and laughter. She’d pop open a bottle of champagne for even the smallest victories and let her kids spray me with the hose afterward.”

He hums, his expression softening, though his voice remains steady. “You were happy.”

“I was,” you admit, staring at the table for a moment before meeting his gaze. “She saw me through some tough times. I owe her a lot.”

“Does she know that?” Levi asks, tilting his head.

You chuckle. “Oh, she does. She likes to remind me every chance she gets. She even jokes that I’m a daughter she didn’t ask for but is stuck with anyway.”

Levi’s lips twitch, almost forming a smile. “Bet you were more trouble than her actual kids.”

“Probably,” you admit, laughing. “But she never made me feel like it. She just… had a way of making everything feel manageable. Even the messiest cases.”

Levi’s gaze lingers on you for a moment, as though he’s weighing something in his mind. Finally, he speaks. “So why leave all that behind?”

You pause, the weight of his question settling heavily in your chest. “Because I had to,” you say quietly. Leaving Trost felt like the right thing when she asked you to. Something was pulling you back in Paradis, no matter how… scared you were.

He doesn’t press further, and for that, you’re grateful. Instead, he shifts the conversation slightly, his voice casual. “And those barbecues… were they a regular thing?”

“Every couple of weeks,” you reply with a nostalgic smile. “She’d always say, ‘Lawyers need to remember they’re human too.’”

Levi leans back, studying you. “Maybe she had a point.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’ve forgotten how to be human?”

“Not completely,” he says dryly. “But you’re getting there.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

The playful banter feels easy, almost natural. For the first time in a long while, you sense a sliver of your old self shining through. Levi’s sharp wit and steady presence ground you, even as the conversation drifts into lighter territory.

You laugh softly, changing the topic with something you recalled. “You know, one time, Earl accidentally jumped into a Zoom meeting with client.”

“Your cat had better networking skills than you,” Levi remarks dryly, though the faintest smile plays at his lips.

“Apparently,” you quip, shaking your head. “But those moments were rare. Most of the time, it was just work, work, work.”

Your companion tilts his head. “What about work? Was it fulfilling?”

You blink at him, a bit thrown by the unexpected depth of the question. You take a moment to think, swirling the remnants of your drink. “Well… there was one time Vanessa let me lead a case solo. It was a small one, but I was terrified. I stayed up all night preparing. When I won, she told me she was proud of me. That meant a lot.”

Levi nods, his expression unreadable. “Sounds like she saw something in you.”

“She did,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “More than I saw in myself at the time.”

A comfortable silence settles between you for a moment before you glance at him, tilting your head. “Why are you asking me this, anyway?”

He shrugs again, leaning back in his chair.

“Just trying to figure out if all that time away was worth it for you.”

Your chest tightens slightly at his words, and you look down at your glass, tracing the rim with your finger. “I’m not sure yet,” you say quietly, then force a lighter tone. “But hey, at least I got to meet some interesting people. Like that client who tried to pay me with chickens.”

Levi raises an eyebrow. “Chickens?”

“Three of them,” you confirm with a grin. “And they weren’t even food. Just… alive. In cages.”

He snorts softly, shaking his head. “You have a knack for finding the weirdest situations.”

“Or they find me,” you counter, chuckling.

The moment feels lighter again, the tension dissipating as you trade a few more jokes about your bizarre work experiences. But beneath it all, you sense an unspoken understanding between the two of you—a recognition of how much has changed, and how much still lingers.

By the time the check arrives, you feel lighter than you have in weeks. As you step out of the restaurant, the conversation continues with the same easy rhythm, and you can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, the space between you and Levi isn’t as wide as it once was.

As the server sets the check on the table, you reach for it before Levi can.

“I could’ve gotten that,” he protests, narrowing his eyes at you.

“You bought some of the wedding gifts,” you counters flatly, tucking your card into the black folder. “Consider us even. Also, I’m not that broke.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn't argue further. The meal had been better than you’d expected—both the food and the company. As you shrug on your coat, Levi glances at the bags holding Hange and Moblit’s gifts.

“Do you have gift wrap at home?” he asks.

You pause, blinking at him. “Uh, no. I was just going to buy some tomorrow.”

He shakes his head as he stands, adjusting his jacket. “That’s a waste of time. I have everything at my place.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You have gift wrap? Since when are you so prepared for weddings?”

Levi smirks faintly. “I’m not. But Hange made me wrap some ridiculous thing for her last year, and I still have leftovers.”

You chuckle, imagining the scenario. “Of course she did.”

“Come on,” he says, grabbing the bags. “We’ll get it done tonight.”

“Are you inviting me over to your place to wrap gifts?” you tease as you follow him outside.

“It’s practical,” he replies simply, leading the way toward his car. “Unless you’re planning on hauling this around tomorrow.”

You hesitate, not entirely sure if you should. But his tone is casual, and the evening had been nice. To be entirely honest, you also didn’t want to part with him yet. “Okay,” you agree, stepping into the passenger seat.

After agreeing to stay the night at his place, you told him that you should get some things at your apartment first.

Levi parks the car in front of your building, throwing the gear into park with an ease that feels second nature. He glances at you as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“You don’t have to come up,” you say, reaching for the door handle.

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not carrying all that by yourself.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue, knowing his stubbornness would win out anyway. As you unlock the front door and lead him inside, you feel a flicker of self-consciousness. Was it really casual to stay over at a friend’s place overnight just to wrap some gifts? What are the two of you even doing?

“Give me a minute,” you mumble, stepping into your bedroom to grab a change of clothes and your overnight bag.

Levi remains in the living room, scanning his surroundings with quiet observation. Earl, as if on cue, saunters out from his hiding spot and rubs against Levi’s leg, purring loudly. Levi chuckles softly, glancing down at the fluffy gray cat.

“Hey buddy,” he calls, his voice flat.

You poke your head out of the bedroom, grinning. “Well, aren’t the two of you best buds already?”

“He’s shedding on my pants,” Levi mutters, though he doesn’t move away.

“He likes you,” you note, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “That’s what you get for feeding him once.”

Earl jumps onto the couch, staring at Levi with curious green eyes. Levi sighs and scratches the cat’s head tentatively, earning an enthusiastic purr.

You smirk, pulling out Earl’s carrier. “Looks like you’re taking him, too.”

“What?” Levi’s eyes widened slightly. For a moment, you feel bad for making him take the cat. He’s probably worried about the mess. But Earl’s a good cat anyway.

“You can’t expect me to leave him alone overnight,” you say, scooping Earl into the carrier. “He’ll hate me for it. Besides, you two are bonding.”

Levi grumbles something under his breath, but when you hand him the carrier, he takes it without protest.

Back in the car, Earl meows loudly from his carrier, the sound echoing in the confined space.

“He’s dramatic,” you say, glancing at Levi, who looks vaguely amused.

“He fits in,” Levi deadpans, keeping his eyes on the road.

You laugh, leaning back in your seat as you navigate through the city. By the time you reach Levi’s apartment, you’re surprisingly relaxed, the earlier awkwardness replaced by a faint sense of familiarity.

Levi unlocks the door to his apartment and steps aside, letting you and Earl inside. You take a moment to glance around, still impressed by how neat and minimalistic his space is—dark wood tones, simple furniture, and barely any personal clutter. It’s quintessentially Levi.

Earl, now out of his carrier, sniffs cautiously before hopping onto the couch like he owns the place. Levi watches the cat with a raised brow.

“He’s making himself at home,” you tease, setting your overnight bag by the door.

“Better not scratch the furniture,” Levi mutters, though he doesn’t move to shoo Earl off.

You grin, pulling the bag of gifts onto the coffee table. As you do, you notice that he’d already found a place for the bouquet you gave him. It’s already settled in a vase on the same coffee table, the action earning a smile from you.

“Okay, let’s get started,” You clapped your hands cheerfully.

Levi fetches a roll of brown kraft paper, scissors, and tape from a nearby drawer, placing them on the table with precision. You sit cross-legged on the floor, unboxing one of the gifts. Levi sits across from you, his expression vaguely skeptical as you spread out the paper.

“Do you even know how to wrap properly?” he asks.

“I’m offended,” you say, mock gasping. “I haven’t done this in a while, okay? Don’t worry. Once I get the hang of it, I’m an expert.”

He smirks, grabbing one of his own gifts and starts taking them out of the bags. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

With an exaggerated flourish, you start wrapping the premium wooden cutting board, carefully creasing the edges and taping it with precision. Levi watches quietly, his amusement growing as you fumble with the ribbon.

“Need help?” he finally offers, taking pity on you as the ribbon slips out of your grasp for the third time.

“No!” you insist, stubbornly tying a lopsided bow. “It’s perfect. Rustic charm.”

Levi chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he picks up the next gift—the boxed tea set that was his first pick for the day. His movements are deliberate, his sharp focus turning the task of wrapping into an art form.

“Well, aren’t you the gift-wrapping expert?” you observe, impressed.

“Had to,” he replies simply. “Kuchel made me wrap gifts for the restaurant staff every year, remember?”

You smile softly, recalling a younger Levi meticulously wrapping presents in the back of the restaurant. You didn’t actually see him do it before but you remember him telling you about it when you asked what he was doing one time.

“Yeah… I remember,” you respond, making him pause and look at your face. You don’t look back at him, opting to look at the gift he was wrapping, but you can see him scrutinizing your reminiscing countenance.

As you work, the silence between you grows comfortable. Earl curls up in a corner, watching lazily as you and Levi finish wrapping the gifts. When the last package is placed on the table, you lean back with a satisfied sigh.

“Done,” you announce, admiring your handiwork.

Levi glances at the slightly crooked ribbon on your gift and smirks. “Barely.”

You playfully nudge his leg with your foot. “Whatever. It’s the thought that counts.”

“Oh, wait! One last gift,” you exclaim, grabbing the same handbag that you had earlier in the day. You giggle in excitement, fishing for the plastic bag.

“Aha!” You shout as you find it, taking it out and shoving it in Levi’s face as you wave it around to show him.

His mouth drops when he realizes what you were holding. The realization makes his face immediately redden and turn away, dodging the item in your hand.

“What the fuck? When did you even—,” he sighed. “I knew you had a funny look on your face when you said essentials.”

“It’s essential for a young, married couple to find out their tastes in sex,” you argue, grabbing a wrapping paper. “Also, I got a good deal on it. Look? It’s a variety of things, see?”

You point at the box, showing him what’s the inclusion for the box set you bought.

Levi sighs, closing his eyes. “I don’t even want to think about it. Don’t put that picture in my head right now.”

You giggled, happily wrapping the gift and adding a note that says “open it on your honeymoon night.”

By the time the last ribbon was tied and the neatly wrapped gifts sat in a corner of Levi’s living room, the evening had begun to fade into night. The soft light from the table lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and the quiet hum of the city outside filtered faintly through the windows.

You stretched your arms above your head, stifling a yawn as you glanced at the clock. “Well, that’s everything,” you said, nodding toward the small pile of gifts. “They’re going to love these.”

Levi stood nearby, carefully clearing the scattered bits of tape and wrapping paper. His movements were precise, almost methodical, but you could tell he was tired. He straightened, his gaze flicking briefly to you. “I think we got too much,” he muttered, making you laugh.

You hesitated for a moment, looking at him as he carried the last of the scraps to the trash. There was something unspoken lingering between you, a quiet tension that had been growing all day. Not uncomfortable, but not entirely easy either—a fragile balance teetering between familiarity and something… unresolved.

Clearing your throat, you offered him a small smile. “Thanks for today. For, you know, coming with me and asking me to do this and… everything else. I had a good time.”

Levi paused by the trash bin, his back to you for a beat before he turned, his expression unreadable. “It’s fine,” he said simply, but his tone was softer than usual. “Thank you too… for the flowers.”

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, feeling the sudden need to fill the silence. “Well, I should get to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Levi nodded, gesturing toward the hallway. “Guest room’s ready.”

You turned to leave, but stopped after a few steps. “Levi?” you called softly.

He looked up, his gray eyes meeting yours. “What?”

“I just… I’m glad we’re doing this. You and me, I mean. Trying to…” You trailed off, searching for the right words but finding none. Instead, you settled for a quiet, “Good night.”

For a moment, Levi didn’t reply, and you wondered if you’d said too much. But then his gaze softened, almost imperceptibly, and he gave a small nod. “Good night.”

You retreated down the hall, the sound of your footsteps faint against the hardwood floor. As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day settle over you—a mix of warmth, nostalgia, and a faint thread of hope.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi lingered in the living room for a while longer, his gaze resting on the gifts you’d wrapped together and the flowers on his coffee table.

Levi sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at the bouquet of blue hyacinths and white orchids on the coffee table. The delicate petals caught the dim light of the lamp, their colors muted yet vivid against the quiet tones of his apartment.

He reached out, lightly brushing a finger along the edge of a petal. His mind drifted, unbidden, to a memory he hadn’t revisited in years.

It was a warm spring evening during college, the kind of night where the air was cool but the sky was clear. He had just won first place in an essay-writing competition, something he hadn’t thought much of at the time. You had, though.

Levi remembered the rooftop you’d both snuck onto after the ceremony, a quiet place away from the noise of the world. He had been sitting on the ledge, his arms draped over his knees, while you rummaged through your pockets with a mischievous grin.

“What are you doing?” he had asked, arching an eyebrow at your unusual excitement.

“Celebrating, obviously,” you had replied, pulling out handfuls of flower petals you’d somehow collected throughout the day.

Before he could respond, you tossed a handful into the air, the soft rain of petals cascading over him. Levi had groaned, brushing a few off his hair, but he couldn’t stop the slight upward twitch of his lips.

“You’re ridiculous,” he had muttered, though the words lacked any real bite.

“You’re a champion,” you had countered, your laughter bright and unrestrained as you grabbed another handful and threw them again.

He had watched you then, your face lit up with joy, your laughter echoing in the stillness of the night. The sight of you—carefree, radiant, unapologetically yourself—had struck something deep within him. It was one of the rare moments when the walls he’d built around himself felt a little less sturdy.

And now, years later, as he sat in his quiet apartment, the memory came rushing back with startling clarity.

The bouquet on the table felt like an echo of that night, a fragment of a past he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understand. He wondered if you remembered it too when you told him that men rarely receive flowers in their life. He had received a few, especially on graduation and when Stohess Stone took off. But the petals you rained on him that night… that was the first flowers he had ever received.

With a quiet exhale, Levi leaned back, his gaze lingering on the flowers for a moment longer before he pushed himself up.

But the memory stayed with him as he turned off the lights and headed to his bedroom, the image of your laughter and the gentle rain of petals lingering in his mind like a soft, bittersweet dream.

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intestinesinbows · 1 month ago

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ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀HARRIS, Eric

Eric x Fem!Reader

⏕⏕ꔫ⏕⏕

TW ♡ nipple play -- nothing too explicit just Eric being a titty boy

edited fic from my ao3 | note it does have errors

⠀⠀⠀⠀" I want to worship you, make you feel brand new. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⏕⏕ꔫ⏕⏕

You were staying at Eric's house for the night. It wasn't rare that you did anyways he was your boyfriend after all. Though it was one of those nights where he was moody and in his feels.

♡

Despite him saying he'd come to bed an hour ago he never did. He was playing video games, most likely the game "doom" that he'd ramble to you about most often.. But that didnt excuse the fact he was on his computer while being lost in his thoughts.

♡

The clicking and the light from his computer had you tossing and turning in his bed. Waking up every 10 minutes to a annoyed grunt or from in general the sounds of his computer didn't help either.

♡

He was obviously stressed about something but you couldn't put your finger on what it was. Though with the people at your school you had a feeling it was either that or something else.

♡

You knew that whatever words came out of your mouth they would have to be picked out carefully so his man period wouldn't spiral. Well that's if you did say something... in which you did.

♡

You sat up and in a gentle tone you questioned him. "Eric sweetie... are you okay?" He stiffened up from your voice as if an electric shock ran through him. He took a deep breath and slowly turned to you. "Yeah." He mustered out his reply but his voice seemed a bit shaky and the look in his eyes screamed he was tired.

♡

He turned back to his computer and resumed playing video games. Once again it was quiet despite the sound of clicking and his noisy computer box.

♡

For a few minutes you contemplated going back to bed but you knew it'd be wrong if you did that. Anyway you couldn't leave him there like this he was your boyfriend. You didn't want him to feel alone...

♡

So with that you pulled the covers off of yourself and quietly walked behind him. You gently caressed his shoulders and whispered "What's wrong baby?". He let out a harsh sigh and turned to you.

♡

"Nothing okay, god." He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. You tried to convince him to open up to you but he wasn't giving in and being stubborn like usual when he felt like this.

♡

He felt as if it was unmanly to cry. Especially in front of you? God you'd think he was a embarrassment.. at least he thought so. It was usually hard for him to express his feelings so he just held it in but now it was starting to bottle up and that's when . . . pop. He exploded.

♡

Quiet tears ran down his cheeks. He didn't say a word and he didn't make a sound he just sat there feeling shameful for crying infront of you. He was supposed to be masculine. Not this.

♡

He spoke in a blandish tone "Are you gonna leave me? Do you think I'm a loser like everybody else?" You shook your head immediately at his accusation. Hell where did this even come from? "What are you saying Eric? I could never think you are a loser." With a gently caress to his cheek, he shuddered. His tears flowed freely as he sobbed in your arms.

♡

He hugged you and rested his head on your breasts as his nerves finally calmed down and he felt at peace. It was the first time in a while he felt safe to express his feelings without worrying about being judge.

♡

His head was cushioned by your breasts so softly that he couldn't help but want to nuzzle into them. It was a pretty known fact at least for you that he liked tits. Yours specifically.

♡

"I love you" He whined and pulled you on to his lap. It took you by surprise at first but you let it happen.

♡

From being upset to being a complete perv his emotions could switch up at any time though you let him do his thing. He played with your nipples through the fabric of your top making you wither and whimper.

♡

The way your body reacted from your touch made him chuckle. "Cute." Was the only thing he muttered before taking your top off. He fumbled to get your bra off in which you had to interfere and take it off for him.

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The second you took off your bra he was already squeezing your tits. Rubbing your nipples around and tugging on them. God he could show how he wanted it during sex, you could give him that point even if he couldn't do the same when talking about his emotions.

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He soon started pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and collar bone before fully leaving that area and sucking on your tits. You gasped and grinded on his thigh. He was so rough..

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His tongue swirled around the bud of your nipple making you arch your back so he could suck more of your breast. With the other one he simply toyed with it and tugged on it.

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The feeling had gotten you so worked up and soaked that anytime he pulled off of one of your nipples to switch to the other one you'd whine in annoyance. It amused him.

♡

Soon you came from just him sucking on your tits and he pulled off of them for good. You rested against him while he kissed your forehead "I love you y/n.".

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linos-luna · 2 years ago

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My Baby (Pt. 10) 🥀🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Minho

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7) (Pt. 8) (Pt. 9) (Pt 10)

Warnings: 18+, Yandere! Crying, some self harm, violence?

—————————— 🎀 ——————————

Minho was a wreck, losing sleep over your kidnapping for a whole week. Frustrated with the police, he hired a private investigator; however, they were only able to find some old friends of the man. So Minho decided to take matters into his own hands, confronting Chan's old friend Felix

“I haven’t seen him in over 3 years!”

“You're lying!” Minho accused, causing a scene.

Jeongyeon tried to calm him down, but Minho pressed Felix for more information.

“Listen. We know you were in communication with him a little over a year ago…” Jeongyeon said with her arms crossed. “Whether you understood the situation or not…”

“I-I can’t just rat out my friend—”

“Your friend has my girlfriend!” Minho interrupted.

“I… I only know of three places he’s lived at…” Felix said while looking down. “One apartment. Two houses…”

“Spit it out!” Minho said while pulling out his phone. He wrote the addresses on his notes app and sighed.

“That’s it?!”

“Yeah. I swear!”

“Thank you.” Jeongyeon said while pulling Minho away.

“I wasn’t done!”

“We got what we needed!” She snapped. “We don’t even know if he’s even at one of those old places.”

“Yeah but it’s a good place to start…”

——— 🎀

It was late into the afternoon. You were taking a nap and for the moment, it was quite peaceful.

You didn’t even realize that Chan was right next to you. He was also napping, on his side facing you.

You didn’t even notice until you started waking up.

He looked more at ease, as if he hadn’t had a good rest in a long time. His curly dark hair was grown out but suited him well. His features, well, you were reminded of one of the many reasons you originally fell in love with him.

His hand rested gently on your waist, showcasing his caring side. With a bit of light shining through the window, he just looked… soft… and well… handsome.

I mean, things weren't all that bad. He changed a little, loving as always but not as scary. At least he’s making an effort to be gentler and control his emotions.

He looked exhausted. You wondered if now was the time to sneak away. However, you couldn’t get yourself to move. He just seemed so much happier and relaxed when you’re here, almost like you give him purpose for his caregiving nature.

Sitting up, you watch as he moves a bit. There was a slight moment of panic when he didn’t feel your body, but you quickly grabbed onto his hand with the both of yours. Insanity.

You say there for a good ten minutes just watching him. And he was happy to see you there when waking up.

He woke up, finding his baby looking at him with concern. "Hi, baby," he smiled. "Didn't expect you up first."

"You looked tired," you said timidly.

"Don't worry about me, y/n," he replied, sitting up and kissing you. Surprisingly, you didn't resist.

"We need to talk."

His tone shifted, and a sense of unease filled the room.

"I just don't get it," he sighed.

"What?"

"Why would gop with another man?" he said, agitated. "Let him corrupt you…"

"Corrupt me?"

"I saw him with you!" he yelled, making you flinch.

"No, I'm sorry!" he softened, grabbing your arms. "Don't be scared!"

"Stop it!" you yelled, pushing him away. "He's my boyfriend! I'm not a baby!"

"My sweet babygirl," he said, unclear if serious or mocking. "You don't know anything. That's why you need daddy here."

"No! No! No!" you cried, shaking your head as tension rose.

“You need me!”

“Stop!”

“You stayed.” Chan continued. “Why would you do that? What would you stay as long as you did if you supposedly hate me?”

"Because I love you!" The words burst out before you could stop them, and you instantly covered your mouth, shaking your head. "N-no, no! Wait!"

"You still love me..." Chan said quietly.

"LOVED! I meant I LOVED you!!" You tried correcting yourself to no avail.

"I knew you still love me."

"No!"

"You missed me…" he continued as he watched you starting to sob.

"No! No, I don't!" You sobbed while smacking yourself on the head. "Stop it! Shut up! Shut up!"

"You just wanna be held… and loved… just need someone to take care of you—"

It's almost as if your mind was starting to slip. All these contradicting thoughts were overwhelming. What do you want? Do you still love him? Do you like him caring for you...??

"— because you're still my baby."

That was it. Almost as if something else had overtaken you. You practically threw yourself at him, clinging onto him and sobbing into his chest. Chan rubbed your back and held you tight while rocking you lightly. Have you finally lost it?

————— 🎀

“The houses. Those are our last options.”

“And what if she’s not in one of them?” Jeongyeon sighed.

“Dont say that!” Minho snapped.

Jeongyeon frowned at his reaction and took a deep breath.

The two of them were at a local restaurant trying to brainstorm. That is, until Minho looked up and recognized a freckled boy not to far away.

Minho realized something. He’s seen this man here before. Here at the same time when you were here.

“You’re right…” Minho muttered. “She’s probably not there…”

The man gets up, making the other man nervous when making eye contact. Before Felix could react, Minho grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him close.

“You lied to us, huh?”

Instead, the man was quiet.

“Say something!!”he yelled, making the patrons of the restaurant turn to watch.

“Minho!”

“No! He knows something!” Minho yelled back.

Surprisingly, the diners went back to eating and going about their business, acting as if this was normal. It was a little unnerving.

Getting frustrated, Minho drags Felix to the men’s bathroom and lets him go, making Felix slip to the floor.

“I’ve had enough.” Minho grunted. “You know where she is. You know where he has her. You’re still in contact with him.”

“Minho!” Jeongyeon was banging on the door, not sure if she should just barge in.

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick friendship you have with Chan, but I’m begging you to give me the correct address of where he is.”

————— 🎀

Not too long after, Minho and Jeongyeon found themselves standing outside Chan's house. Jeongyeon was actually surprised that Felix had coughed up the information.

"Shouldn't we get the police? Maybe some professional—?" she suggested

"No!" Minho interrupted. "I'm getting her! She's MY BABY!"

The intensity in his voice took Jeongyeon aback. He hadn't slept for over 24 hours, and it was evident he wasn't in the right headspace.

"You can go now," Minho said solemnly.

"She's my friend... I want to help," Jeongyeon insisted.

Meanwhile, Chan was feeding you. It seemed like you had given up on resisting. He paused when his phone buzzed, revealing a text from his friend.

< Lix >

[ I’m sorry! They made me tell!]

The man sighed and got up, confusing you a bit as he suddenly lifted you up.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he carried you to your basement room.

“Just stay here.” He replied while setting you down on the bed.

“W-what?!”

“It’s okay, baby.” He said while kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back…”

So what happened? It all flashed by so fast. You were in the basement, listening to the commotion upstairs, but you couldn’t make out exactly what was happening.

You were startled as the door burst open, revealing your best friend, Jeongyeon.

"Y/n!"

"Jeongyeon?" Your voice carried a mix of surprise and relief as your friend enveloped you in a tight hug, clearly thrilled to see you.

"Thank god you're okay!"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you replied.

Jeongyeon didn't know how to respond and quickly pulled you toward the stairs. Hoping to guide you towards a window for a possible escape. However, your attempt was short-lived, and you were spotted rather quickly.

"What are you doing??" Chan's voice rang out.

It appeared that the two men were engaged in a heated argument… or more like a fight? Chan looked frustrated but oddly calm, while Minho, on the other hand, seemed disheveled. It was a contrast between a rested man and an unrested one, both brimming with desperation.

Maybe that was the plan. For Minho to distract him while jeongyeon snuck you out. It wasn’t supposed to get violent…

"Y/n!" Minho's expression changed as he was so happy to see you.

You wanted your run to him. To be in his arms again, but someone stood in your path.

"Baby, go back downstairs!" Chan's voice echoed loudly, leaving you frozen in fear as your friend attempted to pull you away.

Minho looked around, coming up with something on the spot. He grabbed a glass cup from the table and smashed it against the wood. The contents spilled everywhere; he disregarded the large shard cutting into his hand as he ran forward, stabbing Chan in the shoulder. Stunned by the pain, Chan tripped over, and Minho loomed over him, ready to make the final blow.

"Don't!" you called out.

"Why shouldn't I?!" Minho demanded.

"Because—because—!"

"—because she still loves me…" Chan finished with a sly look.

Enraged, Minho threw the glass aside, landing a punch that instantly knocked Chan out. He got up, dragging the unconscious man by the leg into the basement. You and Jeongyeon followed.

You quickly went through the nightstand drawer, grabbing the cuffs that he’s put you in before.

As Minho practically threw Chan onto the bed, Jeongyeon cuffed him to the rail. She turned to you. "Is there another one?"

You nodded, finding another pair in the closet. The three of you returned upstairs, and tears streamed down your face.

"Minnie, I... I don't love him..."

Without hesitation, Minho hugged you, holding on tight. He fought back tears, wanting to appear strong for you. “I know…”

"Are we gonna call the—?"

"Let him suffer," Minho said in a low tone, interrupting the woman while holding you tight. "It's what he deserves! It's what he gets for stealing her away! For stealing away MY BABY!"

Both you and Jeongyeon paused. You pulled away briefly to look at Minho, while Jeongyeon eyed him with concern. Was he becoming what he hated? His actions were almost lethal. He could've killed him. The irrational possessiveness scared all three of you.

"Jeongyeon... call them," Minho said, looking down.

—————— 🎀

A moment of calm enveloped you, feeling at peace in his loving embrace that provided a sense of safety and relaxation. Spooning, was that the right word?

"We should finish packing," Minho suggested.

"Mm... 10 more minutes?" you replied with a sigh. "I'm sleepy."

"We've been in bed all day," Minho teased, with a playful smile.

"Oh well," you giggled, turning yourself around to be face to face with him. Minho gently rubbed your cheek, admiring your adorable features.

"Okay, that's fine. But Jeongyeon will be back soon."

"I can't wait until we move to the new home. And I'm so happy that Jeongyeon is coming with us." You giggled.

"We'll be our own little family," Minho said with a smile. "The three of us and maybe a few cats…"

You planted a quick kiss on his lips and cuddled up into his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.

[ALTERNATE ENDING]

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