#requests welcome

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Angelic girl

T. Kaulitz x f! Reader

Synopsis: Tom sees a girl and she like looks like a complete angel he tries to do his little flirty things with her but she just ignores it and it makes him like her even more.

Tags: Name is attractive, clingy Tom, couple goals Frl, toms whipped, the band finds it funny, touchy Tom, make out seshs after concerts

“Even if my heart stops beatin, you’re the only thing I need… with me.”

- the first time he saw you his eyes were GLUED

- it was post concert and he was just out goofing around buying random stuff with the band when he saw you

- You were just on the phone talking with a friend and getting snacks at a small corner shop

- But bro he was whipped

- wide eyed and all, might’ve walked into a shelf of accident

- his eyes would not leave you the whole time you were browsing around the store

- let’s say you caught him staring and he just looked like a deer in the headlights bc he didn’t expect to be caught

- you laughed and said something to your friend on the phone abt him before walking past him to pay

- once he snapped out of it and saw you were leaving he chased after you

- leaving the rest of the group staring at him like 😐 “tf just happened”

- when he DID catch up to you and got your attention he would try and play it off and would be like-

- “hey, I’m Tom-“ would probably try and lean up against a wall but would slip and almost fall bc he wasn’t close enough to it

- you legit stared at him like 🤨 not impressed

- “Uhh…I’ll call you back”

- you looked him up and down and asked if he needed anything

- he tries use pick up lines on you but you just laugh a little and walk away and leave him following you like a kicked puppy while you continued to talk with your friend

- Bill and Gustav are def staring at him from the convenience store window like🧍while Georg is hyping him up

- is a persistent mf and eventually sets up a hangout with you the following day (he begged on his knees and clung onto your leg until you accepted)

- pictures show up all over the media speculating on you two’s relationship

- photos are mostly of Tom getting walked like a dog by you

- he’s always walking behind you while you lead him to god knows where

- tags along everywhere you go even for minuscule things

- many comment on how different his attitude is when he’s with you

- once y’all are closer, dating or not he is alllll over you 24/7

- can never stay away from you

- head on the shoulder hugging you from behind while you talk with someone

- playing with the belt loops on your pants while you play with his hair while talking with the band

- Hand on your lower back while walking the carpet or through crowds of paparazzi

- makes out w/ you after concerts bc of that adrenaline rush and you both love it sm

- against the wall backstage n everything

- grabs at anything he can but most you’re waist

- loves pushing his hips flush against yours

- whiny if you tell him he has something scheduled and can’t spend time with you

- always touching your ass and doesn’t care who sees wants ppl to see

- literally had to kick him out so you could shower alone one time bc he wouldn’t leave

- eventually you just accepted you’ll have to shower with someone all the time

- You def pulled him he didn’t pull you

- he’s not ashamed to admit that

- Lowkey moody when you’re not around and with him and it drives the band crazy

- head over heels type of love with him

- always staring at you with puppy dog eyes

-watches you do your hair and makeup

- sneak peeks what you’re wearing so he can subtly match in his own style

- when fans try to flirt he’s like 🏃”Name where’s Name”

- One time a fan tried to get his attention by showing off the shirt she was wearing and showing her chest and he was like…

- “How would Name look in that”🤔

- “Name would NOT wear something like that”

- said it out loud one time and almost made a fan cry but apologized bc Bill said so

- but Tom is Tom and if you notice him checking someone out or flirting without knowing you’d set him straight

- you know your worth and tell him off if needed

- but the chance he would is like one in a million because who is better than you?

- ‘no one’ is the answer

- interviewee’s would try and bring up how much he changed relationship wise and he’s like

- “well yeah I’m literally dating her why would I want anyone else?”

- def teased by Bill and Georg on how whipped he is

- doesn’t deny it at all and just nods his head like “yeah Ik bro isnt she great”

- Carves your name on the side of one of his guitar with a knife and it’s all wobbly and messy but you loved it and he was so giddy abt it

- if you have piercings he’ll get matching ones

- comments on your appearance 24/7

- “You’re so hot”

- “did you get prettier?”

- “is that skirt new?”

- you always put him in his place without even saying anything

- like he say smth and you just staring and him and he’s like

- “ I was just kidding babe of course just jokes😁”

- sweats bullets when when you guys fight abt things bc you are scary

- Begs for forgiveness

- Buys you so much stuff and doesn’t stop even if you want him to

- I feel like gift giving is his love language and there is no stopping it (just accept them it makes him cheese so hard he’s all happy and will kickin his feet n shit when you aren’t looking)

- named “teen couple of the year” in lots of magazines

- he keeps those magazines inside of his nightstand

- gets so many questions abt you in interviews

- gets a little to personal with the answers

- embarrasses you sometimes but find it amusing and so does he

- even fans can’t get mad because you guys r just so cute together

- literally some fans named yall #goals

- The band loves you guys together because it brings out the good in Tom

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So Alive II Joel Miller x Reader

The first time you laid your eyes on Joel, you knew something felt... different.

Warnings: gunshot wound, stitches, explicit content 18+, soft!joel, oral/fingering f!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, minors dni.

Word count: 3.1k

Something had sparked in you the first time you saw Joel Miller. You could feel the heat swirl up through your body, like the world was begging you to open up. Begging you to connect. Begging you to invite this man in. You didn't know if you could.

But something in you wanted to try.

It was the end of June, and it was hot. Hotter than you had remembered it being the year before. Joel rode beside you, he always did. You never acknowledged that you liked his closeness to you. 

Patrol that day was standard, riding to a nearby abandoned settlement for supplies, and was going decently without a hitch, until it wasn't. Shots were fired, and then Joel was falling back off of his horse hitting the ground hard. He gasped, the wind being knocked out of him, and in an instant you were off your horse, skidding to a halt on the ground beside him. 

The other members of the patrol dealt with the situation, riding for cover. The shootout began, and took only a few minutes to disperse. You couldn't care about that, even though you knew you should've. All you could focus on was Joel, blood starting to seep through his shirt. You swallowed, your hands shaky. You went to start unbuttoning his shirt, trying to assess the damage, but his other hand stopped you. 

“‘M fine,” he muttered, grabbing your arm as his eyes trained on you. You shook your head. 

“Joel, you are certainly not fine.”  

He stared at you, and then slowly but surely released his grip on your wrist. He nodded. You got to work. 

•••

He had leaned on you, one arm wrapped around your middle as you rode back to Jackson. You were acutely aware of him, telling yourself it was because you didn't want him to fall off. He was shaky.

You escorted him to the medical center personally, and when they pulled him back to stitch him up, he asked you to come with him. How could you have said no? 

He had a stoic expression as they stitched up his wounds. The bullet cut clean through his left trapezius muscle, skimming over the top of his collarbone. His hand twitched and he glanced at you. His eyes were unreadable. 

Your quick fix of wrapping gauze around his wounds after he had fallen off his horse had saved him a lot of blood loss, they told you. You just felt he was lucky to be alive. If the gunman’s aim had been any better, Joel wouldn't have lived. The thought chilled you, making goosebumps rise on your arms. You didn't like it, the idea of bringing back a body instead of a living man. Especially with it being Joel. 

They gave him a sling to wear, instructing him to give the injury time to heal. You could tell he hated it. He just nodded his head at the nurses, and they shuffled out of the room. You stepped towards him then, as he stood from the bed. His shirt was still unbuttoned. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked. 

“Like I got kicked by a horse,” he replied, trying to feed the button through the hole at the top of his shirt. He growled in frustration when he failed. 

“Let me.” 

He did. You buttoned his shirt for him, top to bottom. “Dunno how I'm gonna get out of this later,” he murmured. 

“We'll cross that bridge when we get there,” you chirped. “Let's go get you something to eat, and some rest.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, but followed you all the same. 

•••

The next few weeks were difficult for Joel. He couldn't lift anything, or reach above him with his left arm, so he ended up spending most of his time with you at the stables while you cleaned out stalls and groomed the horses. You enjoyed this job, much more than when they put you on patrols. Horses were easier on you.

Joel wasn't much of a talker at first but neither were you. You enjoyed the company all the same. As his range of motion got better, and the sling finally became a thing of the past, he would help you with what he could.

“My uncle had a ranch,” he told you one day as he groomed. You were cleaning the stall. It had become a routine, you do the heavy lifting and he gets the horses cleaned while haltered just outside the stall. It worked for both of you. “Used to go there every weekend with Tommy up until I was a teenager.” 

He patted the horse on the neck as he brushed over its back. “Never really thought I'd ride again.” 

You nodded, leaning against the pitchfork as you wiped your sweating brow with the back of your arm. You had grown up around horses, your family owning a ranch out in butt fuck nowhere Utah. “I'm glad I get to work with them here,” you said. “Reminds me of home.”

Joel patted the horse again, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Me, too.” 

You smiled at the sight. You always tucked these little moments away, somewhere deep in your memory where you would access them late at night. Joel liked horses. Joel missed football. Joel wasn't always the best cook, but he liked to barbecue. Joel was protective of his family. And most of all, Joel liked you. 

•••

Joel was livid. Why? You didn't know, but you could see it all over him when he opened the door. You could hear it in his tone. 

“Now, what did I—” he stopped. It was only you. You swallowed, suddenly very on edge. 

“Hi, uh… I can—I can come back another time.” 

“No,” he responded, reaching to grab your shoulder as you step away. You pause, unsure of yourself. His hackles were starting to lower. He took a deep breath. “Please.” 

Please. 

You slowly nodded your head and stepped inside. He closed and locked the door behind you, and then without a word walked around you and into the kitchen. You followed. A beautiful aroma was wafting through the air, and you could hear Joel muttering to himself as he lifted a lid off the pot on the stove.

You were hesitant to say anything. You didn't want to push the already angry man. Against better judgment you asked, “What's for dinner?”

He didn't turn to face you. “Stew,” he said, putting the lid back on. “Only has a few more minutes. I was plannin’ on bringin’ you some.” 

You felt your cheeks warm. He had been thinking about you, and more specifically, thinking about bringing you something he made. You felt a soft smile pull at your lips. “That's kind of you.”

He grunted, and then looked over his shoulder at you. “At the door–I–well… Tommy and Maria just left.” 

You knew from your small conversations that Joel didn't like Maria. Maria didn't like Joel. Something must've happened between the two, you assumed, and decided not to push. Instead you walked closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

“You alright?” 

He closed his eyes, sighing and then bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “It'll be fine.” 

You nodded, opening your mouth to say something before your stomach growled loudly. Joel chuckled, turning to face you. “Someone's hungry.” 

You could feel yourself blush as you glanced away. His finger was there, hooking under your chin and pulling your face back towards him. “Hey now,” he said, a sudden softness in his eyes. His lips parted, and then closed, like he couldn't figure out what to say. His hand moved, cupping your cheek. The other went to grab your hip. You felt stiff in his arms. It was happening so quickly—maybe too quickly. He leaned forward, his nose bumping yours and asked, “Can I?” 

You felt yourself nod, and you swallowed thickly. All of the residual anger left his body as he leaned further into you, meeting your lips with his own. He was incredibly soft in his actions. He kissed you with a gentleness you didn't expect, and you couldn't help but sigh and bring your arms up to wrap around his middle as he held you in place.

He pulled back, and you leaned into him until he broke away completely. He was breathing hard and so were you. He kept his hands on you, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“Let's eat,” he said with a small and genuine smile. You nodded, giving him a bright smile of your own. 

The stew was delicious and at the first bite you teared up. Your hand was on the table, under his, and he squeezed it tightly when he saw them bubbling up in your eyes. “Hey,” he murmured. “You alright?” 

You nodded, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, sorry… it tastes like my mom’s.” 

He slowly nodded back. “I used to make it for Tommy and… well. It was about the only damn thing I could make.”

He gave you a watery smile. It clicked in your brain, tonight must've been important for Joel to go out of his way to make something, especially something that clearly was nostalgic for him. You took another bite, savoring the memories it was bringing you, too. 

The two of you ate in silence, his hand not leaving yours. 

He took your bowl when you were done, putting it in the sink. You stayed sitting at the table as he got the food put away in the fridge. It was weird to watch him. It felt strangely domestic—strangely normal. Even with all the pain and loss you had experienced, moments like this made the world worth living for.

Joel walked back over to you, extending his hand to offer to help you stand. You took it and he pulled you up against him, planting another kiss on your lips. Your hands looped around the back of his neck. 

“You can say no,” he mumbled against your lips. “But if you want to come up to the bedroom with me, I'd sure like that.” 

You thought about the implication there. Joining Joel in the bedroom with no one else home. Your body tingled. Maybe it's what you both needed. You kissed him back with fervor before saying, “Okay.”

He stepped away, your hands slid down to his chest. His heart was pounding hard and fast under his shirt. He was nervous, you could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his heart beat. He grabbed your hand with his, and led you upstairs. 

He sat down on the bed, his hands on your hips as he looked up at you. You stood between his legs, one hand on his right shoulder and the other behind his head, and you kissed him. Hard. He moaned into your mouth, and you gulped it down, feeling feverish. Your mouth opened when his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and he invaded greedily. He was taking what was his. 

And you let him, your tongues caressing and exploring each other. He pulled away from you, and you whined in protest. He looked at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips. It made a wetness pool between your thighs as you looked down, seeing a string of saliva connecting the two of you. 

You felt encouraged, a fire blossoming in your chest. You brought your knees up onto the bed, straddling him. His hands came to your sides, running up and down them before squeezing your breasts. You gasped, arching your back into him. He grumbled about needing to get your shirt off, and in a heartbeat you were pulling it off over your head along with your bra. 

His lips found your nipple immediately, hot and sizzling on your skin. He sucked and pulled, working it with his tongue. You couldn't stop the moans he pulled from you, his large hands on your bare back searing into you. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping tight enough that it probably stung. He groaned against you, vibrating into you. The sound went straight to your abdomen, causing tendrils of heat to grip your body. You shook in his arms.

Almost unnoticeably, he shook, too. 

He released your nipple with a loud ‘pop!’ and he kissed up your neck before rolling you both. You landed on your back, and he kissed his way down your sternum and soft stomach. You twitched under each touch. He grabbed the button and fly of your jeans, undoing them and pulling them off. You squirmed as he looked at you, fully aware of his gaze raking over your body. 

“You're beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your thigh as he settled between them. You felt your cheeks burn. Getting complimented by the gruff man made your toes curl. 

“Thank you,” you whispered back, fingers sliding back into his hair. 

He hummed as he took off your panties. You laid your head back, and he breathed against you. “Hey, look at me.”

You gasped as he licked through your folds and then you looked down at him like he asked of you. He hardly even blinked, drinking you in as he tasted you. Your eyebrows furrowed as he set a pace and pattern, swirling his tongue across your clit.

Your grip on his hair tightened, legs jerking, when he slid a thick finger into your pussy, sinking it knuckle deep and curling it. Another followed, causing you to groan his name. He hummed again, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

Joel's fingers curled, and then he pumped them in and out of you. Your hips bucked off the bed in response. His other hand came searching, reaching up for your nipple. He pinched it and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. 

“Fuck you taste so damn good,” he growled. “Such a good girl.”

You clenched around his fingers in response, the praise going to your head and making you grin. Your head dropped back into the pillows as he continued his devoted and yet ruthless momentum. Your body tightened, like a coil ready to spring. You breathed harder, his name dripping from your lips over and over like honey. You grabbed onto him tighter, your heels digging into his back. 

“Cum,” he demanded, rutting his lower body into the bed. “Cum on my fingers, show me what a good girl you are.” 

Three more passes with his tongue and two more pumps of his fingers, and you were crashing into your orgasm. Joel groaned, almost louder than you, as you tightened around him. Your thighs slammed closed around his head as your other hand shot to the bed, bunching up the blanket under you. You bucked, you writhed, you cried his name, and your heart beat so hard in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

He slowly pulled away from you as you came down, still twitching and whimpering. He smirked at you, licking his lips. Your wetness was all over his beard and mustache, and you shuddered as he climbed up. He positioned himself between your legs, the denim strained by how hard he was. He shifted his hips against you as he kissed you, making sure you tasted yourself on his lips.

“Joel,” you whined when he pulled his lips away. “Get out of these.” 

You grabbed his ass through his jeans, and he sat up, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He let it slide off of his shoulders and discarded it across the room. He made quick work if his pants, too, and then he was naked before you. His cock was curved up, swollen and thick, and he grabbed it with his hand, giving it a few pumps. 

“You ready?” He asked, touching your bruised clit with the head of his dick. You trembled, shaking like a leaf under him, but nodded all the same. He pushed himself into you slowly, giving you both time to adjust. He hissed out a small, “F-fuck.” 

Your hands shot to his arms, gripping them tightly as the pain of the large man stretching you open brought a lump to your throat. He leaned over you, keeping your head on his left side as he kissed and nuzzled your throat. “Mmm, so tight. You're doin’ such a good job for me.” 

You arched your back as he fully seated himself. You both breathed hard as he began to shift his hips back and forth. Your fingers dug into him, squeezing his arms tightly as he began to move harder and faster. The bed creaked underneath you as the sound of his body meeting yours echoed through the room.

He pulled his face away from your neck, looking down at you with eyes that burned into yours. Your eyebrows furrowed, your nails beginning to leave red trails across his skin before he sat up, your hands falling to your sides. He grabbed under your knees, pulling your legs up and over his shoulders. 

He leaned down again, pain sparked in your thighs at the delicious stretch, and you cried out louder and louder as he pounded into you. He hit so much deeper than before at this angle, pressing into just the right spots that had your legs trembling. 

Your next orgasm tore through you so hard and fast and that you couldn't even register Joel anymore. You were gone, floating in the pops of color that surrounded your vision when you closed your eyes. Your body tightened around him over and over again, forcing him to slow down. 

As you came down, you gulped in air, trying to tether yourself back to the physical world. His hips began snapping into you again, and your legs fell off of his shoulders. He wrapped them around his hips instead. His hand came to your cheek, thumb brushing just under your eye.

“Good girl,” he murmured. 

You couldn't even form words, so instead you moaned in appreciation. His thrusts were heavy, slow and deep, pushing himself into you completely, and when he finally came, he pressed his forehead to yours and whimpered your name. 

Your hands found his sides and back, nails sliding across his ribs as he filled you up, his whole body jerking before finally relaxing against you. He sighed as you felt his heart beat, pounding against your chest, and then he kissed your temple before pulling out and rolling over next to you. 

You smiled to yourself as you looked at him, his eyes closed as he laid on his back. You felt completely satiated by him, and as you rolled over to cuddle close, you felt that spark from the first time you'd laid eyes on him. 

You were glad you tried.

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HI WOW!! i stumbled on your blog and i’m so in love!! can i request sebastian with a flower farmer?? he has all flowers in his dislikes/hated so i thought it may make for some interesting situations!! thank you, feel free to ignore this!

Bouquets

Thanks, anon! Hope this is what you were after <3

Wordcount: 1,073

You’d always loved flowers as far back as you could remember. Many a dreary day in Zuzu City had been brightened up by the flowers in your window box in your small apartment, and the bouquets you treated yourself to when you could. When you’d finally moved to Pelican Town to take over your grandfather’s farm you’d wasted no time in covering your land with rows and rows of flowers – admiring the scents and the colours, the bees your fields attracted and the unique honey they produced from your stems. You’d never really been into vegetables and digging things out of the ground, so you hadn’t even bothered to Pierre’s dismay.

You were doing a good trade and life was good. There was just one issue - you’d been building up your relationships with everyone in the town with little gifts here and there and everyone seemed delighted to receive one of your flowers… Well, except the one you’d found yourself falling for – Sebastian. You’d tried literally every flower you’d grown but nothing had brought a smile to his face, more often a scowl than anything else. Thankfully, you’d stumbled across some minerals that he did seem to like. Your friendship had grown steadily since and you found yourself thinking of the dark-haired man more often than not.

Recently, the townsfolk had started to notice how much time the two of you were spending with each other and dropped comments here and there. “No Sebastian with you today?” “It’s so nice seeing Sebastian out and about more, especially with you.” Pierre had dropped numerous hints that maybe you’d be interested in purchasing a bouquet every time you’d popped in for literally anything. One, why would you buy a bouquet of flowers that was assembled of the flowers from your own farm? (He insisted it was tradition.) Two, how would a bouquet of things the man literally detested inspire him to be your boyfriend? Pierre waved off your concerns, saying that even Sebastian would forgo his dislike for such an important question but you weren’t convinced and, to be honest, a little worried about being rejected. Elliott had suggested you pen a poem conveying your feelings but you were useless with words and you weren’t so sure he’d be into that either. Maybe if you wrote it in computer code…?

Sebastian didn’t often come by the farm, but he did politely enquire as to how things were going. As more time passed, you’d started to think that maybe you were seeing signs that weren’t there in wishful thinking, but, two weeks ago, you’d stumbled upon Sebastian at the end of the dock on quite a rainy day. He’d commented on how he liked the rain as it kept most people inside, admitting that being around people made him feel anxious. Your stomach had dropped at the statement, was that supposed to be a subtle hint? You went to turn back, to leave him alone when he'd spoke again, “I don’t feel that way around you, though.”

You’d wracked your brain for days after, trying to think of what you could present to show your feelings if not a bouquet. You’d entertained the idea of making one solely out of minerals, however when you’d tried to make it a reality it had been a disaster. You’d even ended up at the clinic to get the burn you’d given yourself with the hot glue gun checked over by Harvey. “Crafting accident,” you’d explained to his raised eyebrow and he politely hadn’t questioned further.

That night, as you tossed and turned in your bed, another idea sprang to mind. Early the next morning you set your plan into action, clearing a plot of land nearest to your house and set about the next few days gathering the materials.

You sat on your porch, drumming your fingers anxiously on the steps. You’d asked Sebastian to swing by yours after he’d finished work for the day, saying you wanted to show him something - the plot of land you’d worked on now covered in a tarp. You’d also finally given in to Pierre’s delight – and his cash register – by purchasing the famed bouquet. You’d tucked it behind the chest besides your new project to have both close at hand. You were still trying to work out in what order to present it.

Footsteps scuffed along your gravel path as the raven-haired man appeared in the early evening light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he smiled as he caught sight of you waiting. “Farmer,” he greeted.

“Sebastian, hi!” You jumped up to your feet, perhaps a bit too giddy. You watched him give a cursory look over the fields of flowers. “Looking… bright.”

“Ha, yeah…” You rubbed the back of your head anxiously. “Thanks for coming by.”

“Sure.” He shrugged. There was an awkward silence as you debated what to show first. “So…”

“Oh, yes! Erm, I wanted to show you something I’ve been working on. It’s just over here,” you strode off towards the tarp, making sure he followed. “So, er… I’m no good at this but I hope this makes sense…” You blushed as he raised an eyebrow. You bent down and pulled the tarp clear, revealing your project.

At your feet lay a rock garden, you’d planted moss and nestled various numbers of Sebastian’s favourite minerals – frozen tears, obsidians, quartz and, the main centerpiece, a prismatic shard.

“Whoa,” Sebastian’s eyes widened, taking it all in. “That’s… Wow.”

You scrambled for the bouquet, thrusting it out in front of you half-heartedly. “And Pierre said I had to give you this too to make it ‘Pelican Town official’, but I wanted to get you something you’d actually like and I thought, well, you’re not a fan of flower gardens but maybe you’d like a mineral garden or something, cos you always liked the minerals I’ve found you in the mine and I…”

You were suddenly cut off in your ramble when Sebastian pressed his lips upon yours. It was short and sweet and, as he pulled back, he took the bouquet from your hands.

“I accept.” He smiled sweetly. “I didn’t know you felt the same. I can’t believe you put this all together for me.”

“I… Yeah,” you trailed off again, flustered by the kiss. Your face was probably as red as one of your poppies. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, petal.”

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Hello~~✨✨✨ can I request some one piece divider's?

(I really love your divider's)

hiii ~ thank you so much for making a request & complimenting my dividers!! i tried my best to make these for you. 🫶🏼

new creator - requests open - like & reblog if you use!!

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Blog introduction!

Hiya folks, my name is Ria, and this is where I brain-splurge all my feelings into various fics and drabbles [:

This blog is going to be where I post snippets of what I’m working on, links for chapters and new fics I’ve done, and where people can request things and interact with me.

My inbox is always open for requests, I will try to write whatever you want, but if it's shipping, I work best with SFW stuff, and while I'll consider NSFW, it will be highly contextual.

My masterlist is under the cut [:

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the dead house: based on the goosebumps episode 'The Dead House', the Craft family move to a little town in the middle of nowhere... (dark fic, some explicit violence, and horror)

never love an anchor - soft peer pressure duo bonding and way too much worldbuilding

the hunger bar games - hunger games au, SBI centric, featuring lots of trauma [:

Anything for you: A DSMP/OC request book. (You can request your own OC or yourself with any character you like, including rpf (antis come at me, this is comforting for some people to read about their favourite streamers giving them a hug), although I will use names (I don't use y/n) and descriptions.

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Hello Atla fans,

I just wanted to say that my requests are open if you have an idea you would like to see written. I just finished Netflix's adaptation and while it will never be the original it was good for what it was. With that being said I will write for both the original and Netflix versions. Please just check my rules before requesting. Any way I hope you all have a wonderful day/night and as always remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

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Hello, I think I saw your tags say you were accepting Haikyuu requests- if that’s wrong please ignore this

Imagine reader’s liked any of the Seijoh four except Oikawa (understand in a minute-) and they tries confessing to one of them and but those idiots think reader’s trying to get them to give something to Oikawa to confess to him 💀 I think it’d be hilarious at reader trying to get it through their heads that they’re the one we like

Anon sweetie of course I do Haikyuu requests!

So when I read this it immediately made me think of Iwaizumi...my beloved boy.

So imagine this...

Your hands are shaking as you hand him a cute little handmade box. You spent hours perfecting the recipe for chocolates in hopes that he would like the dessert that you made just so that you could give him to tell him your feelings. All morning long you would sneak little peeks at him and of course Oikawa is right beside him so he just assumes it's another fan girl vying for his attention...

The time comes that you have hyped yourself up for and you march right over to him and thrust the box out to him. He looks at you with his typical grumpy face -_- ya know the one. He just says "oh well Oikawa is getting dressed, I'll be sure to give it to him." You then start to blush and stutter..."uh no Iwa...it's for you."

He is completely shocked. In his brain he's like "i know you fuckin lying." So of course he is just looking at you shocked when you grab the box and just leave an embarrassed mess...

but don't worry...that makes it even sweeter when he grabs you by your arm to pull you around and make you tell him again so you're both a flustered mess.

He will be eating the chocolate texting you that night about how good it is and how cute you are when you blush.

<3

Thank you for the request and I hope it was what you were wanting...it was my first one in a looong time so im a widdle rusty. Please request again bbi.

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Toxic!! 🧑‍🔬🦠🧪

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She'll Leave You With A Smile II Joel Miller x Reader

Short and sweet, just a little somethin' somethin' before the weekend. Thanks for reading!

Joel had brought you a gift, and one thing always leads to another with him.

Warnings: fluffy and smutty, explicit content 18+, soft!dom!joel, masturbation, unprotected sex, piv, minors dni.

Word count: 1.6k

You always had music playing at your house and you were very protective of the CD collection you had amassed over the years. You and Ellie had bonded over it, and she often spent afternoons and evenings at your place, sometimes dragging Joel along with her. 

You had just gotten out of the shower, and you were putting on a shirt and pants when you heard a knock on your door. Much to your surprise, it was Joel on the doorstep and not Ellie. 

“Hey, how are you?” You asked as you let him in. He looked exhausted as he gave you a tight smile.

“I'm alright,” he said. “I uh… have somethin’. For you, I mean.” 

Joel brought you a gift, several in fact. 

He was nervous to even tell you, let alone give you them. You could see the hesitancy in his eyes. But when the CD cases came out of his pack, you felt your cheeks burning. He handed them to you, his lips pursed and his eyebrow furrowed. “I saw ‘em and thought of you,” he said. 

Three CDs, albums that you hadn't heard since before the outbreak. Tears touched your eyes. This was one of the most thoughtful moments you'd experienced with anyone, let alone with Joel. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you looked up at him. He furrowed his brow. 

“Thank you,” you whispered to him. “This… this means a lot to me.” 

The crease on his forehead began to relax and he stepped closer to you. “You should play that George Strait one,” he said and pressed his lips to your forehead.

You nodded your head, set down the CDs on the dining table, and turned to hug him. He returned it gingerly, hands pressing on your lower and upper back. “I'm glad you like ‘em.” 

•••

You had danced with him that night for the first time. He hummed along to the album you put on, swaying back and forth with you with his cheek pressed into your head. It felt comfortable. It felt natural. He lifted his head, grabbing onto your hands before leading you into a spin. You laughed, and he smiled at you, continuing to hum to the music. You leaned up and kissed him. 

It grew feverish more quickly than you'd wanted it to. You wanted to savor the moment, tuck this memory away in a special place inside your mind. When your lips landed on his and you smelled his distinct scent, you felt the sensation drip down your body to your stomach, where a fire was beginning to grow within you. He seemed to sense it, too, kissing you with increasing ferocity. 

His tongue slid across your lip, and you permitted him to enter your mouth. You pulled him closer to you, fingers fisting in his shirt, and he smirked against you before finally pulling away. He breathed deeply, eyes completely fixated on you, and cleared his throat. 

“Would you like to head upstairs?” 

You nodded. “I'd like that a lot, Joel.” 

He took your hand and led the way up to your room. You turned and kissed him again after you entered, hands reaching up over his neck and into his hair. He moaned softly against your lips, murmuring, “Get out of your clothes.” 

You obeyed, discarding them as he watched you. He slowly brought himself down onto the chair by the door and he commanded you to get on the bed across from him. You felt a gush of wetness between your thighs at his low tone, and did as he asked. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” he said. “And think of me.”

You swallowed as you worked your way up to the headboard, sitting against it before spreading your legs before him. He stared at you intently, motioning with his hand for you to begin. You slowly slid two fingers against your folds, a quiet moan falling from your lips. 

Joel liked to watch you touch yourself. He leaned forward on the chair, elbows resting on top of his knees as he put his hands beneath his chin. You stared right back at him, rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your other hand came up to your breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple. 

Joel didn't move. Your intensity increased slowly, thoughts of him invading your mind. You loved this, him watching you pleasure yourself. You thought of his hard cock, the way it strained in his jeans at the mere thought of you. You thought of the way he touched you, firm and sure of himself. You thought of the way he would moan your name as he pounded into you, and how sometimes he'd whimper for you when he was close. 

You were overwhelmed quickly. 

And when you were shaking hard, legs vibrating as you touched yourself at a vicious pace, bordering on crying because you were so damn close and couldn't quite reach it, Joel was there. He swooped in, fingers sinking into your pussy as his nose nuzzled your fingers out of the way. He curled his fingers, and then began pumping them in and out of you, licking at your clit, forcing your orgasm out of you. 

Your cry was ugly and broken, breath hitching in your throat, and he loved it. He loved the way your hips bucked into him, and how your thighs closed around his head as you clenched around his fingers. The way you cried his name, twisting and writhing on the bed as he continued his ruthless pace, even after your orgasm began to leave you. You tried scrambling away, overstimulated, but he wouldn't let you, his other hand grabbing your hip to keep you there. 

You fell back onto the bed, crying out his name. He moaned your name in response, licking at your bruised clit. Your hand grabbed onto the hair on top of his head as a second orgasm was pulled out of you by his actions. You shook violently, thighs trembling with the sheer force of your climax. He chuckled as he pulled away, his fingers sliding up and out of you before rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. As you came down from riding out the waves of pleasure that crashed through you, he removed his hand completely and began to undress himself. 

You were practically drunk, unable to focus as he came up over you, now as naked as you. Your hands wrapped around him, fingers digging into his back as you pulled him down towards you. 

“Joel,” you murmured. “Please… I need you.” 

He obliged. You could feel him pressing his cock up against your sex, before pushing inside of you. You gasped as your back arched up off the bed and pushed you closer to him. One of his arms wrapped underneath you, keeping your back bowed as he kissed across your chest and neck. You shook under him, eyebrows furrowed, and you whispered his name again. 

He smirked as he looked up at you, his eyes deep and full of desire. You were drawn in, and you pulled on him, bringing him up to kiss you. He began to rock his hips, slow and agonizing, and you cried out into his mouth. He eagerly gulped down the sound, grunting as he did so. He was devouring you, your senses overrun with everything that was him. He touched you with his hands, hard enough to bruise. He kissed you with force, his tongue invading your mouth while you inhaled his scent. 

You gripped the bed, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. He increased in pace as you did so, the sounds of your bodies meeting echoing along with both of your cries. You met him again and again, eager to make him cum for you. You whined when his hand grabbed your breast, squeezing it tightly. 

You were close. You could feel it bubbling up under the surface. Raising your knees to his sides, you scratched down his arms as he hit impossibly deeper, bumping up against that spot that drove you mad. He sat up, his thick thighs under yours as he wrapped both of your legs in his arms. You tossed your head to the side.

“Tell me what you need.”

You didn't tell him, so much as you showed him. You grabbed his hand, bringing his thumb up against your clit. He rubbed little circles, flicking it back and forth with a gentle touch. 

“Harder,” you demanded. “Please, Joel.” 

He brought his hand up, smacking right above where your bodies were connecting before his thumb returned to its previous spot, pressing hard into your bruised bundle. You didn't even have time to think before your breath left you and your orgasm washed over you. He groaned your name, and that's the last thing you heard as everything became far away. Your eyes closed, dots and stars popping through underneath your eyelids. Blood rushed through your body, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. Your body tightened around him over and over as the waves took you deeper and deeper out into the sea of your pleasure. 

You were aware of him trembling on top of you, his own climax taking him as he whispered into your ear. You couldn't tell what he was saying. 

He pulled out of you, laying down beside you and pulling you against him. Things began to come into focus again. He was staring at you intently, a devilish smirk on his face as if to say ‘I know I just rocked your world.’  

And he had. In more ways than one.

You thought about saying those three little words as they flashed through your mind. You opened your mouth, but he kissed you before you could say anything. 

“Get some sleep, sugar,” he said. “That was a lot for you.” 

You simply nodded your head, the courage gone. 

You would say it, you promised yourself. Sooner or later, you would tell him. But you figured, as you succumbed to dreams, that he already knew. 

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Got my first ever Bad Things Happen Bingo card, and I'm super excited! Look at all those nasty prompts!

I'm going to be writing Voltron whump for this, so if you have any ideas for characters/situations that I could write for these fills, that'd be awesome! Ask away, please! (I have no inspiration at the moment, so any ideas would be hugely appreciated!)

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Kitty (part 5)

Parts 1-4 can be found at my masterlist. Pairings: Rei Suwa x reader Lotsa fluff (as usual)

Your alarm goes off just before seven but you’ve been awake a while, staring at the ceiling and blaming an internal body clock. Before you’d gone up to bed last night, Kazuki had said he’d take Miri to daycare in the morning but you’d assured him you could do it. You’d at least slept a bit before they’d come home and it’s not the first time you’ll get by on less than a full night’s sleep. You get up and dressed – a denim dungaree dress, black t-shirt and leggings – and head through to Miri’s bedroom, coaxing her out of bed and downstairs with the promise of her beloved chocolate cereal for breakfast if she plays what you’ve dubbed the whisper game, saying you both had to be as sneaky and quiet as mice. You’re hoping to keep the noise down to allow Kazuki and Rei some more sleep. Miri settles down with cartoons on mute as she eats and you eat something from Kazuki’s large amount of food prep from the other day. It’s then back up to the bedroom to get her dressed, do the temperature record and sentence or two about the late night for her book, and packing up her essentials for the day.

All packed and ready, you’re heading to the front door when the bathroom door slides open and a bed-headed – tub-headed? - Rei emerges, yawning.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“Papa Rei!” Miri collides into his legs, still whispering - thankfully. “Are you coming too? Please, please!”

“Er… Sure,” he runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to flatten it and shuffles over to the door, Miri holding onto his leg the whole way. “Why are we whispering?”

“Me and Kitty are mice - squeak-squeak!” She squeals, shoving her shoes onto her feet. “You try, Papa Rei.”

“Er…” He looks at Miri and then you – you give what you hope is an encouraging smile.

“Squeak.”

--

Picking up Miri yesterday was odd – you’d ignore the mothers’ stares and hushed comments of, “Is she the mistress?” And “No, she’s got to be the nanny”, when they’d seen you waiting for Miri to pack her belongings, chatting politely with Ms Anna. You hadn’t quite made it through stutter-free, but the daycare teacher’s kind eyes and smile hadn’t put you so on edge, at least.

It’s even weirder being here with Rei. Miri is holding both yours and Rei’s hands as you approach the daycare and the chatter appears to cease entirely as soon as you step foot into the playground. Seeing Rei at morning drop-off must be a rare occurrence as the mothers soon descend, swarming the three of you, saying how nice it was to see him, but where’s Kazuki?

“Uh…” Rei trailed off, looking a little like a deer caught in headlights at the women’s questioning.

“Z-Z-Zuki’s f-fine.” The eyes all turn to you and you regret opening your mouth, but you can see they’re after more detail. “H-he’s j-just h-h-hav-having a l-lie-in.” You can deal with Kazuki, Rei and Miri looking at you, but the gaggle of women is a little too much and your stutter got progressively worse the more you tried to get through the sentence. You want the floor to swallow you up.

There are some raised eyebrows and side glances, but suddenly – thankfully - Rei’s arm is around your shoulders and he navigates the three of you a way out through the crowd. “Excuse us.” He grunts. They all share a glance before they’re staring down at their phones, texting furiously. Rei drops his arm as soon as you’re clear and you immediately miss its reassuring presence. Miri tugs at your arm, speedwalking over to Ms Anna. Rei falls behind for a second and a mother jumps at the opportunity, grabbing hold of him by his arm.

“Rei, it’s so lovely to see you here. Kazuki tells us how busy you are. I’m Asahi’s mother, I’m sure Miri’s told you all about her!” She giggles. The name vaguely rings a bell in Rei’s head – something about Asahi being quite bossy.

“Uh-huh,” Rei tries to politely shrug his arm out of her grip to follow you and Miri but she holds firm. “And I take that sweet girl is your nanny! I hope you don’t mind me saying this – and I’m sure she’s nice - but I couldn’t help but notice that nasty stutter. You do need to be careful around this age, exposing Miri to something like that could hamper her educational development, you know? And she could replicate the behaviour around my Asahi, they’re just so easily influenced at this age…”

Rei is done with being polite and shakes his arm free with force. “Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” Her face screams disbelief.

Rei is ready to repeat himself, but doubt swirls in his mind. Kazuki probably would agree, but he could also be mad if he finds out Rei’s made an enemy with one of the daycare moms… He bites his tongue and rephrases.

“I said, she’s not the nanny. And her stutter is fine.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. As I said, she seems very sweet. I just thought…”

“I know.” Rei grits his teeth. “Thank you.” And then he strides over to where you and Miri are chatting to Ms Anna at the door, waiting for you.

“E-everything okay?” You ask.

“Mm.”

After Miri is signed in and waves you both goodbye, Rei’s arm is back around your shoulders and speed walks the both of you through the crowd with a scowl across his face – warning everyone to steer clear. You’re thankful – there’s probably not a job in public speaking for you in the future.

“You okay?” He checks in as you head up the street, back towards the apartment.

“Y-yeah. I f-feel a little s-silly that I pa-panicked.”

“They kind of scare me too, to be honest.”

You laugh a little at that. You can’t imagine much scaring Rei.

His arm is still around your shoulders and it feels comforting as you walk. You think about returning the gesture, slipping your own arm around his waist when suddenly a ringtone blares out and his arm leaves your shoulders to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Too late. “It’s Kazuki.”

He answers without a word.

“Where are you?” You can hear Kazuki’s tired voice echo through the speaker. You don’t want to eavesdrop but the volume makes it impossible.

“I’m with Kitty – Miri wanted us both to take her to daycare.”

“Oh, did she?” A pause. “Ohhhh, you sly dog.” What on earth does that mean?

“Huh?” Rei seems as clueless as you.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you both swing by and see Kyu? You can pick up the payment for yesterday and have a drink.”

“Er…” He pulls the phone away from his face. “Do you mind if we pop in to see Kyu?”

“No.” You shake your head. “S-sounds nice.” You haven’t met the man who’s apparently researching your past yet. Kazuki had taken photos of you on his phone to show him previously for his research.

“Okay. We’ll go.”

“Great! And, er, no need to rush back, if you get what I mean. Bye!”

The phone beeps, signaling the end of the call and Rei pulls it back from his face, looking bemused. He doesn’t get what Kazuki means.

“Is Z-Zuki okay?”

“He’s being weird.” He sticks his hands back in his pocket. “We’ll head this way, then. You’ll like the walk along the river bank.”

You reach the café Yadorigi and Rei holds the door open for you. There’s a tall gentleman dressed in black behind the counter, drying off a cup as you enter. He has brown hair and glasses and a mildly surprised look as you enter with Rei. Looking around briefly, it seems you’re currently his only customers at this early hour.

“Well, it’s rare I see you out of the apartment, Rei. And this must be the famous Kitty.” He smiles warmly at you, gesturing for you both to take a seat at the counter.

“H-hi.” You smile back, sitting down on a stool. “It’s nice t-to meet y-you.”

“You too. I do hope Kazuki and Rei are treating you well.”

“V-very well, thank y-you.” There’s something about Kyu that’s calming - almost.

“Good.” He turns to Rei. “Good work yesterday. Here for your payment?”

Rei nods and Kyu pulls open a drawer. He removes two brown envelopes and slides them over and Rei tucks them into his jacket pocket. You don’t know what the job exactly entailed of – of course you’d heard some of the preparations but you’d tried not to eavesdrop. It could’ve been surveillance, blackmail, reconnaissance… It could’ve been assassination. If you hadn’t seen them in action for yourself, would you really think the two men who had taken you in were hitmen of all things? They were so patient and kind with you from the get-go. They don’t match the stereotype of people you’d been with living with in the shady underworld the past few years – you couldn’t imagine any of his men returning home to cook, clean, do laundry and lovingly tuck a child into bed. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure any of the men even had homes. The house began to seem more and more a compound towards the end as his gang grew until, that is, he was deemed too greedy and had to be eliminated from the competition.

Kazuki and Rei are in a bad business, but they saved you from a miserable, silenced existence. And, from your limited knowledge of their past hits – you’d heard the story of how they came to meet Miri last Christmas – the people they kill are not angels themselves… Kazuki has let you in a little on his past, unprompted, abandoned by his parents, getting by on the streets with cons and grifts. You hadn’t asked Rei. It doesn’t seem proper to ask when you can’t relay anything. You’re aware of the Suwa empire from dinner discussions at the house, he had started to speak his plans to transcend the Organization, rumours of the Suwa heir leaving the nest, exposing a vulnerability…  All whilst you had your head bowed down, hands clasped, awaiting his instructions.

“Kitty?” Rei’s hand is on your arm and you realise you’ve done it again – got tied up in your thoughts and ignored a question.

“S-sorry, I was m-m-miles away.”

“That’s okay.” It’s Kyu this time. “I just asked if there was something you’d like to drink.”

“Oh. Erm…” There’s no menu that you can see, but there’s a familiar scent, sparking something in your brain at the fact you have choice. “Any t-type of c-coffee, really.”

Rei’s eyes widen at that – besides the cocoa, you’d never really partaken in hot drinks back at the apartment, always going for water.

“I didn’t know you liked coffee.”

You smile, sheepishly. “I’m s-still trying t-to work out w-w-what I like too.”

Kyu begins to grind some coffee beans. “So, you really remember nothing of your life before Aktomi?”

Your stomach flips at the name you refuse to use - you squeeze your nails into your palms before you shake your head. “S-sometimes t-there’s a flash of s-something, b-b-but nothing con-concrete. I j-just remember the h-house and him.”

“It could be your brain protecting itself from trauma.” Rei states and Kyu gives him a quizzical look. “Or that’s what I read online.”

That makes you feel uneasy. If your brain was keeping things locked away from before the house – the house in which you were beaten, starved, forced to live in servitude to a mafia boss – what on earth were you not wanting to remember from your home life?

“Could be amnesia from a head injury too.” Kyu comments as he takes the freshly ground coffee over to an espresso machine. “Kazuki said you stopped talking so Aktomi would stop hitting you in the face?”

Rei tenses at that besides you.

You wished Kyu would stop saying his name, but you don’t feel confident enough to voice your discomfort. “I w-was a little st-stubborn, until I-I wasn’t.” Beaten into the good, submissive maid you became.

Kyu notes the deepening scowl on Rei’s face and thinks perhaps he should move the conversation on. “Without sounding too big-headed, my contacts and research are usually spot-on, but I’ve reached a dead end at the moment. I’m still surprised you didn’t show up on anything when the hit was organized. If you remember anything, please get in touch. I’m sure you must be eager to return to your old life after so long away.”  

You don’t miss the trace of suspicion in his tone, but you try not to take offence. He must have to be naturally suspicious in his line of work, you reason. You wouldn’t describe yourself as eager at all - you quite like the life you’ve found yourself in at the moment. Being with Rei, Kazuki and Miri makes you feel safe, relaxed, content – all feelings you haven’t had in a long while. Though, you have to admit, when Kyu mentions your old life, you can’t help but wonder if the three of them miss their old life, without you, your lack of history, your stutter and your taking up Rei’s bedroom.  

“I w-will.” You smile politely, as he begins to froth some milk.

“Can we sit in a booth?” Rei asks, abruptly.

“Why, tired of me already?” Kyu teases. “Go for it. I’ll bring these over.”

Rei nods and gets up from his seat, heading towards the booth in the back right-hand corner of the establishment. You slide into the seat and he sits opposite, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can tell he wants to say something but he’s holding back and you’re not one to talk, so you settle into a companiable silence as Kyu finishes making your drinks. He comes over with a fruity orange concoction for Rei and a coffee for you.

“Flat white.” Kyu serves with a smile.

“T-thanks.”

“How much do we owe you?” Rei asks, sullenly.

“For the young lady’s first visit – on the house.” He waves off, returning to behind the bar.

Rei takes a long sip through a straw, looks over his shoulder to see Kyu cleaning the counter and then leans forward to you, shoulders sagging with the release of tension. ”I didn’t like his tone.”

“H-he’s just d-doing his job.” You try to shrug it off. Kazuki’s told you before that he and Rei have worked with Kyu for years and you don’t want to cause a fuss. You take a sip of the flat white. “Mm. I d-do like c-coffee!”

Rei can’t help but smile at that.

As you enjoy your drinks, the dark-haired man pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows you a game he downloaded to pass the time on the car ride yesterday. The bell jingles to signal the arrival of another customer and a tall, a receding black hairline man enters and looks around. He’s dressed in all black and is bulky – he wouldn’t have looked out of place at the house. His eyes seem unnaturally wide and protrude out of his skull almost, his face expressionless. It’s unnerving. You cast your eyes back down to the table and the phone screen, but the hairs standing up on the back of your neck suggest he’s staring at you. There’s a hushed conversation between the mysterious man and Kyu, before you hear a pen click twice and he vacates.

Weird.

 --

After you finish your drinks and say goodbye to Kyu, you walk back along the riverbank. It’s peaceful and you’re content in Rei’s company. You like talking to him, of course, but silence seems different with him. With Miri, conversation is constant and you don’t blame her, she’s an inquisitive child who says everything and anything that comes to mind. With Kazuki, well, he’s just being sweet and trying to improve your confidence, especially after the grocery store incident. You can tell he worries you might regress, so he tries to keep the conversation flowing at all times. But with Rei, it all just feels different. He goes at your pace, he doesn’t speak just to fill the void, but everything he seems to say is considered. And those fleeting touches the two of you have had lately…

You don’t know what it is – it could be the warmth of the sun on your skin, the relaxing sound of the water, the gentle breeze, the buzz of the caffeine, the man himself - but whatever it is, it gives you a surge of courage and without a second thought you grab his hand.

As soon as you touch his fingers, the panic springs up. You’ve misread the situation, you’ve overstepped the mark… but, before you can pull away, his fingers deftly intertwine with yours and the panic quells instantaneously, as if it was never there in the first place.

Looking at your laced hands, you glance up at Rei, feeling your cheeks flush. There’s a dreamy smile on his face as you continue the walk back to the apartment in silence.

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911 Cast Bios

Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.

Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)

Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)

Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)

Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)

Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)

Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)

Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)

Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)

Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)

Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)

Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)

Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)

Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)

Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)

Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)

Tara Karsian (Ruth)

Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)

Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)

Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)

Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)

Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)

Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)

Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)

Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)

Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)

Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)

George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)

Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)

Nicole Delgado (Maynard, flashback in 3x07)

Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)

Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)

Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)

Rumer Willis (Georgia, train Vic, 3x18)

Brooke Shields (counsellor, 3x18)

Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)

Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)

Colin McCalla (Connor, Buck's friend)

Chelsea Kane (Kameron, Connor's wife)

Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)

Laith Wallschleger (133 medic, 6x15)

Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)

Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)

Mercedes Colon (Ship Captain, 7x01-3)

Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)

Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)

Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)

Richard Brooks (Chief Simpson, s7)

Exie Booker (Carl, 7x06)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner (Amir, s7)

Veronica Falcón (Cllr Ortiz, s7)

John Brotherton (Tim Nash, 7x08)

Tony Amendola (Herman, 7x08)

Paul Nobrega (Monty the Beekeeper, 8x01)

Hotshots group, s8: Callum Blue (Brad); Justin Taite (#1); Morgan West (director) & 1st AD

Bee-nado airplane gang: Cindy Chavez (Capt Dominguez); Devin McGee (Co-pilot); Bayley Corman (Tia); (Mr & Mrs Grandparent);

Adela Paez (Nurse Camila, 8x03 etc)

In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:

Finnigan and Silverman (divorcing couple, 8x06)

Zach Tinker (Officer Sparks, LAPD, 8x07)

Kelvin Han Yee

Glenn Plummer (Dennis Jenkins, 3x07, s8a)

Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.