#to make Kravitz blush

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Walk this Fae

Day 20 of @taznovembercelebration! Today's prompt card was "fae AU" (FaeU) and I drew another card for fun and got "sweet"

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Kravitz fills the dish with a few chocolates and questions, yet again, whether this was rock bottom.

The break up hadn’t been unexpected, per say, Cyrus had been drifting further away and things had felt heavy and weird for a while. Not that they ever felt particularly good, but Cyrus was there and things were fine and then they weren’t. He wasn’t sad about it per say, hadn’t even really cried apart from quick self-pitying one in the shower. But feeling fine about the split didn’t change the fact he’d said he was bringing a plus one to the awards ceremony and he’d definitely said ‘he’ when talking about his boyfriend so he couldn’t really bring Sloane unless he fancied trying to explain the concept of a he/him lesbian to his immediate and very distant coworkers and then also explain why he, Definitely A Man, was dating said he/him lesbian. The prospect sounds deeply unappealing so he turned Sloane down, even though she ‘generously’ offered to wear a tux for the occasion (she’d find any excuse, honestly).

At some point in the thought spiral about the whole mess of it, he decided the best and most logical option was to turn to folklore. He wasn’t going to do anything insane like hiring a date, obviously, so he had to find another solution. This one is simple. He just has to leave the dish out for a final night now and then he can up the ante. It was supposed to be cream, but, well, that seemed unhygienic and he didn’t know if Themselves understood about clingfilm, so he’d been leaving a few Lindt chocolates instead. They were basically just solidified cream if you thought about it. He also didn’t have a back door so he’d been leaving them outside the front door, but you know, they were going, so it was probably working.

Now there were just two more weeks left and he was going to be at the point where he could have a conversation! Probably? Either way it was unequivocally easier than attempting to do dating ever again. Deals with Themselves have rules, there’s a clear path, it’s all laid out in the book and you can cross reference! Kravitz loves to cross reference. It’s simple, the offerings increase until a time when one of Them will be prepared to make a deal with you, usually related to Cornish Fairings as far as he can tell, but they can negotiate biscuit preferences closer to the time, he’ll buy a few packets of different things and they can taste test. Maybe he can make it a fun thing? The fae can rate the best dunkers and see if he agrees with Kravitz’s preferences. There’s no reason a business deal has to be dull.

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The chocolate is gone the next morning, and there’s a note! “Thanks, T xoxo” is scribbled on the back of a receipt. Kravitz has no idea why a fae lord needs to buy cat litter and dark chocolate - maybe he found it? But he’s happy to take it as an auspicious sign. He just needs to figure out his next steps. Probably leaving the door open to tempt the fae in? No, not tempt, that sounds creepy, invite! That was better. Invite them in.

Kravitz surveys his efforts, the door is propped slightly open, (he tries not to feel weird about that, it’s fine, he can break the ‘always lock your door’ advice that his Mums gave him for something this important) but it doesn’t look as inviting as it should. Even the string of lights he added just look a bit ominous.

He can fix this. More snacks inside! The sign’s not subtle, but it should do the job.

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“Knock knock!” Comes a lilting voice.

Shit. It’s happening! Yes! “Come in!” Kravitz tries to keep his voice even.

“Are you going to serial kill cha’boy?”

“No?”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“Telling! I’m not going to murder you.”

“Cool!” The voice says, and there’s a swishing jangling step as someone approaches.

Kravitz squeezes his eyes shut, he’s got to stay calm. He can’t eat any food or drink anything he’s offered. Oh! Thinking of drink, he quickly pours the water into the teapot and sets the timer. He knew keeping the pan at a boil would be sensible.

“Oh, hey Krav!” Taako appears in the doorway. “I didn’t know this one was you.” “Is this some kind of trickery thing?” Kravitz asks in the most even voice he can manage. Maybe this is what they do, appear wearing the face of something you desire.

“What? You invited me in.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You said there was more snacks inside?”

“That wasn’t for you… wait… have you been?”

“It’s a long way up the stairs. Cha’boy thought you were leaving snacks for sustenance while the lift’s out.”

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!

“You’ve been eating the offerings?”

“What?”

“For Themselves!”

“You’ve been leaving offerings for the fae?”

“Just to get one in here. You’re the one who’s been eating random door chocolates!”

“Hold on, you’ve been trying to fuck a fairy?”

“Don’t call Them fairies! You know They don’t like it.”

“You’re not denying the ‘fucking one’ bit of that accusation.”

“It’s for a work thing!”

“What do you do?”

“No, it’s not like… shit.” Kravitz wonders exactly how hard it is to disappear. He doesn’t really want to cut up his bank card and throw his phone into the sea, but he’ll do it if it means he gets to stop having this conversation.” He settles for flopping into a seat at the kitchen table.

Taako perches on the one opposite him. Maybe he is fae, he’s certainly ethereal enough for it with his colourful clothes and his layers and his cheekbones and his ass. Wait. Not the last bit, fuck. This isn’t about Kravitz’s stupid pointless neighbour crush.

“Wait, did you make these?” Taako tugs one of the biscuit rating cards towards himself.

“Give that back!” Kravitz snatches it out of his hand. He doesn’t need to be mocked any more. He’s going to be reliving this every time he wakes up at 3am for the rest of his life, there’s no need to prolong it or add dimension to the torture.

Taako grabs the other sheet and reads it as if nothing happened. “Big fan of the rubric.”

“What?” Is Taako complimenting his biscuit criteria right now?

“It’s important, durability but also mushiness, they’re two separate things.”

“Yes.” Says Kravitz stiffly. He’s scared to lean too far into the conversation, worried it’s a trap. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had pretended to be interested in what he was saying to flip it back on him later.

“Did you make the tea already?”

“It’s brewing. There’s a timer.” If he doesn’t say too much he probably can’t make this situation worse. It could even be salvageable if they promise never ever ever to speak abot it again.

“Mmmhmm.” Taako drops his usually casual demeanour. “Would you like cha’boy to go? Taako doesn’t like to outstay his welcome.”

“No!” Kravitz says it fast and panicked. He’s not sure why. If Taako goes he can sit on the floor very still and very quiet and think about how exactly which lie to tell about why he can’t come and get the biggest award of his career… but also, also, it’s nice to have him here. This is better than chatting in the laundry room, it’s always hard to hear him over the washing machine.

Taako shrugs as if it’s no big deal, as if this situation isn’t ridiculous, and settles back in his chair. “Which one’s your favourite?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Kravitz cannot believe Taako’s lax approach to research ethics. “It’d bias your opinion. You’ve got to go in fresh.”

“So Taako’s allowed, then? To stay and play?” Taako gestures at the array of biscuits.

If he wants to then he definitely can. “Yes. I want to know what you think.” Kravitz nudges a custard cream themed pen at Taako - appropriate tools were necessary for the job. He keeps the one with the springy Jammy Dodger on top for himself. Taako eyes is jealously, but he should have brought his own.

The tea timer bleeps delicately, Kravitz got it specifically for its tiny boop. He hates being startled and the old one was too aggressive.

“Do you take milk?”

“Yes, no sugar.”

“You’re sweet enough.” Kravitz finishes.

Taako smiles a big smile at that. The pride swelling in Kravitz’s chest at the sight of the delight on Taako’s face. It’s unexpected and he did that!

“Hey Krav?” Taako asks, somewhere between biscuits 8 and 10. “What’s someone like you doing messing with the Mooinjer Veggey?”

“Someone like me?”

“Well, you’re not exactly the usual type, lost fiddler on a hill and all that.”

“I’m pretty good on the cello.” Kravitz shouldn’t be offended, but how dare Taako not assume Kravitz is a fiddle prodigy? He could be! There’s no evidence to the contrary.

“Oh well then, private concert for one, do you take requests? Can you do the Thong Song?”

He can, is the thing. He shouldn’t go and get his cello right now and demonstrate that fact.

“One second!” Kravitz leaps up.

“Are you serious?”

Kravitz doesn’t say anything, just runs to the corner of the living room and opens the case with a flourish.

“My dude, if you are about to crack out some Sisqó on the extra big violin Taako’s going to lose it.”

Kravitz pretends he’s in his fanciest suit, flips the tails, and sits. Drinks in Taako’s smile, relishes the fact his eyes are fixed on Kravitz. It’s not usually something he likes, but in this case he’ll take double staring.

By the time he hits the chorus Taako is laughing so hard he’s flopped sideways and snorting and still just about managing the backing vocals. He’s perfect.

“So I think that Themselves would probably keep me under their hill forever.” Kravitz says once the last note has died. He tries not to be smug, he does, he knows it’s impolite, but it’s hard, he deserves to be pleased with himself.

“You’re not wrong, handsome.” Taako says, still slumped on the sofa. “I think I’m crying.”

Kravitz automatically offers the tissue box, he has one in most rooms, just to be safe.

“Why did you do this?” Taako asks again.

“You said you had a request.” “No, not this.” Taako points to the cello. “This!” He gestures at the tea, the biscuits.

Kravitz isn’t sure if it’s wise to admit the truth, but a minute ago Taako was crying on his sofa about the Thong Song so Kravitz isn’t sure Taako has much room to make fun of him right now.

“I need a date.” Kravitz says quickly. Maybe if he just gets it over with it won’t be too bad.

“You what now?” Taako looks like he’s about to try and reboot his ears for being defective.

“I won’t be accepting any supplementary questions at this time.” States Kravitz, wishing more than anything he had a business curtain to close, or a door to lock, a tannoy announcement. Shut for business for the day, no further questions, thank you all so much for playing!

“So this is a monster fuck thing! I didn’t think you were the type.” Taako gives him a very slow once over that Kravitz doesn’t have any bandwidth to process right now.

“No!” Kravitz is fairly sure the werewolf cowboy romances on the shelf by his bed don’t count. Probably.

“Then why?”

“There’s a work thing.”

“Hang on, you’re serious?”

“I just said it was!”

“It sounded like a lie.”

“Would you like me to make up a more plausible lie than the lie-sounding-truth?”

“No no, go on, cha’boy needs to hear this.” Taako looks positively delighted, but it’s probably too late to back out.

“There’s a work thing… it’s an awards thing, and I was dating a guy and now I’m not, but they already ordered the food and I don’t want to tell anyone because they’ll do the weird squinchy face and not know what to say bit and we’ll all just have to marinade in the terribleness together and long for escape.”

“Bad.” Says Taako with feeling.

“Bad.” Kravitz agrees. “You get it.”

Taako nods solemnly. Then cocks his head to the side. “Taako could be your date.”

“What?”

“Well, I ate your cream… Wait, no!”

It’s too late, Kravitz is laughing hard and ugly and happy.

“I ate the chocolates.”

“You did.” Gasps Kravitz, trying to calm down.

“And the biscuits.”

“Yes.” That was true.

“So now I owe you.”

“You don’t.”

“I think I want to owe you.” Taako smirks and Kravitz is almost convinced it’s flirting.

“It’s black tie, the event. You know. Fancy nonsense.” He’d better make sure Taako knows what he’s getting into.

“Oooh! Is there fancy nonsense food too?”

“Probably. I can check the menu.”

“There will be.” Taako says confidently. “It’s gonna be bad and your company will have paid too much for it.”

“You don’t even know where it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you about why it’s all shit.”

“Okay.” Says Kravitz, scared to break the spell.

“Okay.” Taako replies firmly, solidly, making a date-ly. “We’re going to take the world by storm. Anyway, what’s the awards thing for?”

“Nothing much. Just, you know, work stuff.” Kravitz waves a hand dismissively. There’s no way he’s going through the embarrassment of admitting to Taako that he’s the guest of honour. It doesn’t change anything about what they’ve agreed.

“Okay. Well, just send cha’boy the details, I wrote my number on the biscuit form.”

“Before the Thong Song?”

“Before the Thong Song.” Taako confirms solemnly.

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I hope you enjoyed! Want to read more? Tomorrow's prompt is here.

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Scream

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Description: "When Jenna can't help but fall in love with her coworker, but she's too much of a coward to confess believing you don't feel the same, however, the girl is wrong you would kneel for her."

Words: 18.1k

Saju: "ENJOY IT LOVE"

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Jenna Ortega is a well-known name. She is an authentic woman with unreal beauty, creativity, cuteness, education, intelligence, and more. I could spend days complimenting her without getting tired. Like many people, I know Jenna from her works. Watching her performances on screen is already something gratifying and magnificent, but nothing compares to witnessing her talent in person.

How do I know this? Well, perhaps because, thanks to my job, I had the opportunity to work alongside one of the people I admire. Since a very young age, I have always been interested in parkour, martial arts, and boxing. Recognizing my potential in these areas, my father ensured I learned everything. Thankfully to him, I have the most enjoyable job �� being a stunt double.

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You logically started with small films and series, sometimes even commercials and a few games. You had begun to gain popularity among directors, especially after being the stunt double for Zoë Kravitz in "The Batman" and being the motion and body model for a new character in the Resident Evil game franchise. The director of "Scream VI" was looking for a stunt double for Melissa Barreram, the actress playing Sam Carpenter. Like other stunt doubles, you submitted a video showcasing your skills. After seeing your performance and how adept you were at both agile and heavy movements, they hired you for the role. You've been enjoying the experiences to the fullest.

At this moment, you were heading to the set and also meeting with the cast. During the filming, you had gotten close to almost all the actors, especially Jenna and Melissa. As you arrived, you spotted Jasmine and Mason from a distance, quickening your pace to reach them. "GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIES!" You kissed both of them on the cheek. "Good morning, lovely! You woke up in high spirits today," Jasmine said after you sat beside her. "I also noticed. Does it have something to do with a 5'1" Latina who loves playing characters with no sanity?" Mason teased while ruffling your hair.

You weakly slapped his arms, scoffing as they both broke into laughter. But when you were about to say something, a familiar scream interrupted. "MELISSA, STOP!" In minutes, you saw a small figure running towards you and hiding behind you. "Y/n, protect me, plea—" Jenna was interrupted by a furious Melissa chasing her. They ran around the table, making everyone laugh at the actresses' cuteness.

You decided it would be better to stop them before someone got hurt. You got up, caught Melissa in your arms, and held her tight. She struggled a little, but your grip was firm. Though she might be taller, you were stronger. You placed her beside Mason and sat back down, chuckling. Jenna sat beside you, and you offered her a water bottle. After she thanked you and turned to the group, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Your eyes roamed every detail of her face, from her freckles to her dimple, her button nose, and the lips you wanted to feel so badly. Jenna felt her heart jumping in her chest, as if she would pass out from how intensely you were looking at her. She started leaning her face towards yours, interlinking her gaze between your eyes and your lips. Hypnotized, both of you were so entranced by each other that you didn't notice when you were called, "LOVE BIRDS!! WE HAVE SCENES TO SHOOT!! STOP EATING EACH OTHER AND GO TO THE SET!!" Jasmine, always the sweetheart, got your attention, making both of you jump a little and put some distance between yourselves.

The staff and some actors had already entered; only you and Jenna were missing. You remained in silence, trying to tame your heartbeats and your blush. You heard Jenna clearing her throat, "Uh... I-I think it's better if we go inside too." Jenna said while getting up and walking to the set, not giving you time to reply. You stayed for a bit longer, trying to absorb what just happened. Would you guys really have kissed if you weren't interrupted? You put your hands on your head, sighing, and started your way to the set.

You had started the recordings, and now you found yourself restless and apprehensive. At the moment, you were shooting the theater scene, and seeing Jenna hanging there wasn't pleasant. You couldn't believe how many times this girl faced danger without fear. She had mentioned loving to do her own stunts, and you couldn't blame her. You felt incredible after your own acrobatics. Still, you feared that one day she might get seriously injured. You couldn't help but worry about her.

You almost ran towards her when the director gave the order for her to fall, but you held back and sat down again. Her character and Jack's had a brief dialogue, and following the script, Tara thrust the knife into Ethan's mouth. You couldn't deny that seeing her smile of relief after her action and the blood on her face made you more infatuated with her than you already were.

Just as it was said, you knew Jenna from other works, and since then, you admired her. Just like her fans, you couldn't resist the charms of this Latina. Since the first day of filming, you've been falling more and more in love with her. She doesn't help much in easing these feelings since, from the first day, she hasn't let go of you. Not that you're complaining, but trying to stop liking her is almost an impossible mission.

You would really like to confess your feelings to Jenna, but you feel that she deserves someone better, someone who understands her (in the work sense) and who is a beautiful woman that fits with her. You're just the stunt double, the tomboy, as some call you, simply because you have a more sculpted body, a muscular physique, and a tomboyish style. You've always faced these kinds of unpleasant comments for these reasons. Your friends always comfort you, and your small fan community defends you as much as they can.

Jenna also always comforts you when some of these comments shake you. She always says that you're like a Doberman, always with a stern face, ready to snap at anyone who comes close. She said she feels safe with you, as if she were at home. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed that they had finished the scenes. You also didn't see a certain short girl watching you attentively.

Jenna observed every trace of your face, every bit of you. From your curly hair to your tattoos, she loves every part of you. She finds herself hopelessly in love with you, every aspect of you, habits, words—you leave her fascinated. It wasn't in her plans to fall in love, but on the day she saw you, she knew her heart wouldn't hold up. She perfectly remembers how her heart skipped a beat after seeing you. You were in simple clothes that highlighted your curves and, most importantly, your muscles. But the fatal blow was the smile you gave her after hugging her.

But Jenna is afraid of this, of these feelings. She has always been more focused on work, never paid much attention to romance. But now, after getting to know you, she daydreams about your life together.

She wants to confess, but she never manages to. She always retreats before revealing her feelings, afraid that you won't fit into her life or even that you'll distance yourself because of it. That's why she hasn't confessed yet. But the desire is there, what's lacking is courage and a bit of shame.

Jenna shook her head slightly to get rid of these thoughts and silently approached you since you were still distracted. She came close to you, laughing at your expression, and on impulse, she squeezed your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the neck, staying with her face there. "Jenna! Why did you scare me like that?" You said in a playful manner, covering your face, hearing the girl laugh at the situation. "Sorry, mi corazón, it wasn't my intention, but you looked so beautifully distracted, and I couldn't resist." She hugged you, and you turned a bit, pulling her onto your lap, hugging her waist and resting your head on her shoulder.

Jenna put her arms around your neck and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You didn't say anything, just enjoyed each other's presence. It was enough. The connection you two had was visible for everyone to see, and it was a beautiful thing. That's why many didn't bother you two. Unfortunately, your moment was interrupted by the director calling you to shoot some stunts. Both of you sighed; you gave Jenna a little pat on the thigh signaling her to get up. "No! I'm not leaving. I'm home..." She said in a cute, whiny voice, and your heart skipped a few beats. "I'm home," you couldn't help but smile.

You tightened your embrace. "It's okay, my love. I promise to spend the whole rest of the day with you." You cupped her face, caressing her cheek. Jenna felt butterflies having a party in her stomach. Ugh! How she wanted to kiss you until the air evaporated from her lungs, but she restrained herself, moving away a bit and raising her pinkie finger, "Do you promise with your pinkie?" You laughed at her cuteness and joined your pinkies, "I promise, mi amor." You kissed her fingers, making Jenna even more infatuated.

"Then go do those stunts quickly because I want to be cuddled up with you all day." You picked her up, making her squeal and then burst into laughter. You put her down and started walking toward the actors, but you stopped, turned back, and ran towards Jenna. However, what she had to say got stuck in her throat. You had given her a kiss on the eyebrow and whispered in her ear, "See you later, mi amor."

You ran off after the director shouted your name, leaving a paralyzed and tomato-red Jenna behind. She snapped out of her trance and ran to her trailer, laughing like a love-struck teenager.

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The sun had already set when everyone was released from the recordings. The sky was partially orange, and its dim light guided you to your trailer. You knocked on the door, and it didn't take long for Jenna to open it. "You took your time!" She pulled you into a hug. "Mi amor, you were the one who got released early, haha!" You squeezed her in your arms, resting your chin on her head. You stayed like that for a few more minutes.

"Let's go inside; you must be tired." She led you in, closing the door once you entered. "Can I take a quick shower, princess?" You asked, seeing a cute pout forming on her face. "But... I wanted to cuddle with you now." She pouted, and you couldn't resist the cuteness, pinching her cheeks, making her pout intensify.

"My love, this will only take me a few minutes, and then you can have me all to yourself." Jenna looked at you with those bambi eyes and agreed, going to sit on the couch while you prepared. As you had said, after a few minutes, you were already by her side, watching none other than "Puss in Boots 2" haha. You were lying on the couch, and Jenna was lying on top of you.

There was a pleasant silence between you two, only the sounds of the movie were heard. You lowered your gaze to Jenna, observing every detail of her, from eyebrows to lips. You became (once again) hypnotized. Jenna felt your burning gaze on her head and turned her face, resting her chin between your breasts, "What's wrong?" She asked, giving you a small smile. You just shook your head, watching her, seeing how every part of her reacted. God, you were hopelessly in love and didn't know what to do.

You wanted to shout at the top of your lungs about how much you love her, wanted to kiss her, love her, take care of her, wanted to be with her. But you are a coward who can't take action and is afraid of losing her in every way. You ran your hand over Jenna's face, gently caressing her with your thumb, watching her close her eyes and practically melt into your embrace.

Jenna turned her face, depositing a kiss in the palm of your hand, still with her eyes closed. She felt the temperature of her body increase with each touch of yours; to feel you so close is a blessing and a curse at the same time. She wanted to have you like this but as her girlfriend, as the love of her life and not as "friends"; she hated that term. She wants to have the freedom to kiss you, love you, but fear and insecurities consume her, and gradually she gets closer to possibly losing you.

You were in your bubble; no one spoke anything, just felt the touches of your bodies and souls. Jenna opened her eyes, seeing your eyes fixed on her, and you realized you’d been caught. So, you sent her a crooked smile with your cheeks reddish. You realized how close your faces were, and with courage taken from your ass, you gradually started to close the distance between you two.

Jenna also started to close the distance; she felt her body tremble in anticipation. She put her hands on your shoulders, grabbing your shirt. "Kiss me… Kiss me please Y/N." Jenna grabbed your face, putting her forehead on yours. She slightly dragged her lips across your face, whispering, "kiss me mi amor."

"F*ck it," you pulled her neck and kissed her. The kiss was hurried, but firm. In it, love and desire stored for so long were transmitted. Sighs were released, hearts accelerated and synchronized, bodies hot like the embers of a bonfire, hands exploring every part of the bodies, every curve, caressing the skin like a brush caresses.

The air became scarce, and both, reluctantly, separated. Jenna had opened her eyes slowly, trying to reason if what just happened was true or just another one of her dreams. She lay on your chest, still panting, and looked at you, waiting for you to open your eyes and snap out of the trance.

You felt like you were in the clouds, more alive. You opened your eyes, seeing the woman of your dreams watching you. "Are you real? Like... did this really just happen, or am I delirious?" You asked her while caressing her hair. Jenna smiled, showing her dimple, and hid her face in your neck.

You both were euphoric, finally! You had fulfilled one of the wishes, but the doubt still lingers. Even though you had just kissed each other with all of you, with your hearts, you can't help but question, "Does she really like me?"

You cleared your throat, bringing Jenna's attention back to you. "Uh... I know we just kissed as if the world were ending, but... uh... what are we now? Like, do you really like me? Because I like— No! I... I love you, Jenna." You confessed, watching Jenna react with disbelief. "I've loved you since the day I met you, with your more reserved way, your somewhat eccentric humor, your sarcasm, your freckles." You said everything with a smile on your face and a special sparkle in your eyes. "You can't imagine all the times I held back from kissing you, telling you how much I love you. All the tears I shed for you, feeling insufficient for you." You let out a shaky sigh; getting all of this off your chest is a relief.

Jenna couldn't explain what she felt at this moment. Relief? Happiness? Sadness? She couldn't believe that you were really saying all this; her heart felt like it was going to explode with so much happiness. But she felt sad hearing your last words, "How dare you feel that way?!? Y/n, I've never felt so happy, safe, and comfortable with anyone like I feel with you. It's like my heart already knew that you would take care of it with your life." She passed her hand over your face, wiping away the tears that you didn't even realize were falling.

"You make me feel so many things at once, but none of them is something bad. You always take care of me, make me feel beautiful, make me feel like I can conquer the world and the universe. You are my star; you are more than enough for me, mi amor. And answering you, I love you too, and I want this to turn into something more. I want you as my partner for the rest of my life." She chuckled lightly; her soul felt light after confessing, after knowing that you also love her.

You hugged each other with big smiles on your faces. Both have a lot to learn, but now, they won't do it alone. You have each other, and this union will be hard to break. Your love is special, like the love of the sun for the moon.

[freeuselandonorris]

I wish you’d write a fic where lando tries different antics to get oscar to lose his cool a bit (both in the bedroom and out ig)!

HELLO ANON thank you for this delicious prompt! i actually ended up going off in a slightly different direction to what you asked for because it sort of ran away with me, so i hope you still enjoy it ❤️

The first time he does it, it’s an accident, although Oscar doesn’t seem to think so. 

It’s a couple of minutes before the start of FP2 and the garage is a hive of activity. Ted Kravitz is stood about ten feet away, pointing energetically at something from the mouth of the garage. There are at least three cameras within shooting distance. So Lando doesn’t think much of it when he squeezes past Oscar, shifting him out of the way by the hips to get to his cubbyhole, because there’s no thought behind it other than Oscar is standing in the way and it’s too loud to say excuse me. When Lando’s hands make contact with his racesuit, Oscar jumps. Lando laughs, pats his back and carries on, thinking nothing more of it.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Oscar asks accusingly, after the session when they’re waiting to leave.

Lando squints, mystified. Racks his brains to figure out whether he’d accidentally cut Oscar up on track or blocked him on a fast lap. “Do what?”

“In the garage,” Oscar says. He’s watching Lando with a funny expression, eyes locked on his face. He wets his lips. “When you—” He stops, eyes snapping to his feet. 

“What?” Lando says. It’s funny — for all Oscar looks supremely unbothered by basically everything, reacting to stress and joy alike with little more than an eyebrow raise, he does have one tell. He blushes more easily than almost anyone Lando’s ever met, except maybe Morgan, who’s got the excuse of being ginger.

“Never mind,” Oscar says. He’s so red. “I just thought — when you came past me. I thought you were too close on purpose.”

Huh. Lando tilts his head, studying Oscar. “Nope. Sorry, mate. Won’t happen again.”

“No,” Oscar says hastily, before Lando’s even finished speaking. “It’s fine. It wasn’t — It’s fine.”

His face is scarlet now, the flush spreading right across his nose and cheeks. Even his ears are pink. 

Interesting. 

The second time he does it, they’re alone. In a lift, to be exact, which means Lando only has about fifteen seconds. By virtue of being in the executive suites, they’re both posted to the top floor, and the lift that had been full of various team personnel empties out suddenly on floor seven, leaving them leaning against the back handrail, alone. 

Lando leans over, tips his head onto Oscar’s shoulder and yawns exaggeratedly. “Wow,” he says airily. “I’m beat.”

Their heights don’t match up properly for this at all. Lando’s ear is squashed against Oscar’s shoulder. He feels Oscar go still for a few seconds, and then, abruptly, his shoulder drops. Like he’s listing deliberately to one side, lowering his shoulder for Lando’s head to fit.

Lando bites back a smile, nestles into the curve of Oscar’s throat. Twists his head so his breath gusts out against the soft skin. Breathes in deep. “Wow, Osc, you smell good. New cologne?” 

His head jiggles as Oscar swallows hard. “No. Nope. Same one as always.”

“Hmm,” Lando says, and presses his nose into Oscar’s shoulder, revelling in Oscar’s shuddery inhale. “Maybe I’ve just not been close enough to notice before.”

The third time, they’re being filmed. They’re in a conference room downstairs at the hotel, sun streaming through the windows, backing out onto some tennis courts Lando quite fancies getting onto later, if he gets chance. They’ve been positioned next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, answering quickfire questions for some YouTube channel Lando’s never heard of. His back is killing him, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll use if anyone asks why he he swings his feet up off the floor and drops them into Oscar’s lap. 

Oscar stops halfway through a sentence, stammering to a halt. His hands hover in midair, awkward. 

Lando wriggles his feet, feeling the muscles in Oscar’s thighs. They’re so firm, even through the rubber of his soles.

“Sorry,” Oscar says to the interviewer, who’s looking at them bemusedly. He turns to Lando. “Really, mate?”

Lando shrugs, doesn’t move his feet. Smiles the smile that let him get away with being a little shit at school. After a moment, Oscar’s hands settle on top of his trainers, curled tentatively around his feet.

“Okay,” the interviewer says. “Let’s go again.”

Afterwards, Oscar stands up quickly, dislodging Lando’s feet so fast his trainers squeak on the polished floor when they land. He yanks his hoodie down over his hips, but not before Lando sees it. Hard not to, really, given that he’s still sat down at crotch height. The front of Oscar’s jeans, stretched out, just a bit. 

“Oh,” Lando says stupidly. 

“Shut up,” Oscar says tightly, out of the corner of his mouth. “Swear to God.”

Lando nods and struggles to his feet. Prays he hasn’t taken it too far. He’s half-expecting Oscar to make his excuses and disappear, but he sticks around to exchange pleasantries with the team. Makes jokes like nothing’s up, beckons Lando when they’re dismissed and strolls out alongside him, whistling between his teeth. Lando’s just starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing, when Oscar turns to him.

“Come to my room,” he says. Just like that, no preamble, no beating around the bush. 

Lando nods, falls into step alongside him.

Lando’s barely got the door shut before Oscar’s shoving him up against it. Pinning Lando back with his hands bracketed around Lando’s biceps, staring down at him. And then he stops. Uncertainty flickers across his face.

“What is this?” he says, quiet and tense. 

Lando blinks. “What do you—”

“No,” Oscar cuts him off. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He doesn’t look angry. His gaze flicks between Lando’s eyes and mouth. His lips part. Goosebumps break out all down Lando’s arms, starting at the point where Oscar’s warm hands wrap around him. 

“Do you like it?” Lando says, squirming against the doorway. Looking up into Oscar’s dark eyes. 

Oscar kisses him. Same way he’d asked: no fucking about. His teeth click against Lando’s with the force of it, tongue dipping inside Lando’s mouth and retreating, a maddening tease. 

Lando’s gasping for breath by the time they break apart. His skin burns, prickly like he’s starting with flu, only good. He grabs Oscar’s wrist, wrenches it away from his arm and shoves it under his hoodie. They both gasp when Oscar’s hand touches skin, Lando sucking in his belly involuntarily. 

“You’ve been driving me fucking mental,” Oscar says, a low growl. Lando shudders and lets his head thud back against the door. Oscar’s fingers curl into the soft space below his ribs. “You know that? Can barely think straight, sitting there wondering when you’re gonna do it again.”

“Hardly even done anything,” Lando mutters. 

Oscar scoffs, but his eyes are soft. He grips the bottom of Lando’s hoodie and the shirt underneath, pulling them up far enough to expose his stomach, and looks at the skin on display. Lando arches his back, squirming under the scrutiny.

Holding the fabric up, Oscar scrapes the nails of his other hand in one long line down Lando’s stomach, letting them snag in the waistband of his joggers at the end of the trail. His nails leave streaks of fire down Lando’s skin. He can’t help but imagine it, even though he can’t see past his clothes: pink lines, marks on his skin, put there by Oscar. 

Oscar ducks in again, kisses him for a few destabilising seconds. This time, when they separate, he stays close enough that Lando can see the tiny, distorted reflections of himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. He brings one hand up, cupping the back of Oscar’s neck, where the hair is short and soft. 

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes. Abruptly, Lando realises he’s trembling, his entire body shivering with desire. He might have wanted this for a lot longer than he’s let himself think about. “Yeah, I like it.”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Can we take a moment and talk about

Miguel, Hobie, and the Black!Reader

a.k.a Black Men aren't the only one who date black women so why are there only Black!Readers for black characters????

Don't think anyone has said it but I would like to see Miguel with some Black readers/Black OCs.

Like, I wanna see Miguel with a Boujee black woman, a loud one, a meek one, a stallion, a petite one-

I just wanna see Miguel x Black!Readers and Miguel x Black!OCs.

Black people are everywhere, in every fandom.

So black readers should be giving rep everywhere - not just with radical black characters like Hobie

Black women and black people in general IRL have our features demonized or looked down upon. In media, in the beauty industry, the fashion industry, hair industry, you name it. Our skin tones are 'too dark' to match well with makeup, our bodies too curvy or different, or hair too thick and hard to manage.

I think having characters openly express interest in them is radical - whether the character themselves are black or not.

The reason the Black Representation within Hobie romance fics stands out so much because every other character LACKS that.

In almost every other x reader fandom, black people and our features are ignored and erased for 'sweeter' things like blushing or 'running their fingers through your hair'

Like... Why can't there be a fic where Miguel compliments his Black partners hair. Or tries soul food?

You don't have to be a radical leftist like Hobie to find black people attractive.

So there's no reason for black!Reader to be confined to Hobie - or black characters at all.

You can write Dean Winchester with a Black!Reader. Or Sherlock Holmes, or Hobie Brown, or Miguel O'Hara.

Attraction to black people is so often seen as a fetish - that most white people and white characters never openly exhibit admiration or love towards black features and culture. They'd rather push us and our differences aside because acknowledging them and their beauty makes people uncomfortable. But those same characters will always 100% be implied to find white women attractive.

And in the Superhero Movie Sphere it's even worse.

ie. It's VERY VERY rare you will find Tony Stark with a Black woman.

The large majority of the women you see with Tony Stark early in the movies are WHITE. The ones he's taking to at galas and playing roulette in front of and kicking out after one night stands - White and blonde. If he sleeps with them - white and blonde.

And that's fine in the general population - a nonblack man who 'loves women' and loves sex just... not being seen with black women at all.

But if Tony Stark went two movies sleeping with only women that aren't white - uh-oh!! That draws attention!!

It's completely okay and not a fetish to be super attracted to white features in isolation, but if you take interest in non-white features without validating white women in the same breath then you're nasty and a fetishist and a racist.

Another example - Batman.

Zoe Kravitz was the first time we've seen Batman openly go after a black woman since maybe Eartha Kitt in 1967 - OVER 50 years apart

In the Christian Bale movies - he never flirts with black women. This classy, smooth Bruce Wayne isn't seen interacting with them. I mean... Why? Does he not like them? Or are the all the black people in Gotham just too poor to be around him to begin with?

????????? That don't add up. But that's how most characters are.

If a nonblack male character is shown in a relationship with a woman - the chances of that woman being cast as a black woman hits the FLOOR.

Their first choice is almost always white.

And the saddest thing is

Spider-Man is the biggest example of black erasure in romance and the effects it causes.

That's why when Zendaya got cast as MJ - it was a problem.

Because before then, during the 70 semi years of Peter Parker's existence - he was never shown on screen being attracted to black women in any capacity.

Betty, Gwen, Felicia, MJ - all white. In the cartoons, white. In the remake, white. Silk is probably one of - if not the - first POC we see Peter with. And they don't date, they've never been shown on screen, and over the past years Cindy has had a better written relationship with Felicia than she ever had with Peter.

For half a century we were conditioned to believe that Peter Parker dated white women with no representation or deviation.

Back in 2016 when TASM series was coming out, if you were a black reader who wanted to see yourself represented in any way or capacity on screen or in Fandom - good luck.

We're use to seeing these very romantically forward guys never flirting or fucking or dating black women. We're conditioned to accept this as normal.

It takes a genuine toll.

That's why when I was younger, I use to feel so insecure. Wondering if my favorite characters or celebrities would even find me slightly attractive. The idea that my favorite character wouldn't find me attractive because they've never been seen with a Black partner or interest ever not even once in passing hurts.

As a teen I just accepted that these characters 'Don't like black people' and can't find them attractive in that capacity. Because I mean, I have no reason to think they do - when most nonblack characters won't even look at a black female character for longer than 5 seconds.

Growing up I just accepted that these characters and the fandom as a whole did not see anything beautiful about me because of my race.

That's why Black readers should be more widespread.

We should be telling people that non-black men finding black women attractive is NORMAL.

I read SO many fics of black characters and go 'okay but they wrote reader as white.'

I have NEVER read a fic of a non-black character and gone 'okay they wrote the reader as Black'

Y'all.... You can write interracial relationships with characters that aren't black.

Interracial Relationships are not a special magic tool you can use to pair black characters up with non-black readers. Interracial Relationships go both ways.

If you're down for writing Hobie x NonBlack!Reader and writing an interracial relationship there - why are y'all not down for Miguel x Black!Reader?

Why are interracial relationships good when the black man experiences attraction outside his race towards nonblack people - but bad/unlikely when the nonblack man experiences attraction outside his race towards black people?

'Hobie loves everyone' Okay, Miguel would too. But I don't see the 'Hobie Loves' people rushing and pushing for inclusion in the Miguel tag. They don't care if fanwriters show Miguel 'loving everyone'.

They don't go -

'Miguel loves latinas, Miguel loves black women' in Miguel's tag.

Even though nonblack men experience attraction towards black people and black women everyday across the world.

Some are even married to us - can you believe it??

In conclusion - More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel x Black!OC.

Give Miguel AfroLatino Babies!!!!

Give Miguel O'Hara a Nigerian Wife so help me God

Anyway - Big up @hrhmimieucliffe and their AMAZING Black OC Giselle, who has a ~thing~ ;) with Miguel (they are v cute!!)

More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel with Black! OCs. I want a Miguel that likes his women like he likes his milkshakes - tall, sweet, thicc as fuck, and FULL OF CHOCOLATE

And once again, that's on WHAT!!!!

[ceilingfan5]

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??"

“So you’re not like, a cop? You gotta tell me, you know, legally you gotta tell me, if you’re a fuckin’ cop, my man.” Taako folds his arms, his shirt with the piñata fringe making this look a lot less serious than he intended. 

“I swear to you, I am not a cop,” Detective Kravitz says. “See, it says so, on my business card.” He hands Taako a business card with shiny red lettering on matte black, KRAVITZ. Private Detective for Hire. Not a cop. 

Taako flips it over. On the back is a glossy magnifying glass, highlighting his phone number. Taako snickers and pockets it. He tugs his holographic cargo skirt back up and squints at Kravitz. Kravitz poses awkwardly, trying to look serious, but not too serious, but not too unprofessional. Dork. Taako wants to eat him.

“Yeah, okay. You’re too stylish to be a cop.”

Kravitz beams, which makes Taako feel really warm suddenly. He shouldn’t be blushing. He kind of forgot he still could. 

“Anyway, I was wondering if you had any-”

“Hot clues, Scooby-doo?” Taako teases. He hops up to sit on the counter and surveys his thrift store kingdom. He crosses his legs, and watches Kravitz catch an enticing flash as he kicks his legs up. That’s right, dork, look. Look allll you want. 

“Ah, I was going to say insight, any insight into the murders committed outside your loading dock last night?”

“Aw shit, there were murders? I’m gonna barf.” Taako tries really hard to look distressed. This is sort of difficult, because he was the one who sort of exsanguinated those assholes. And they didn’t even taste that good. 

“I,” Kravitz blinks, taking out a notebook, and pulling a sleek black pen from behind his ear. God, this idiot is cute. It isn’t fair. “I was under the impression you were the one who called it in?”

“Um, nah,” Was he? Fuck. No, no, uh, he made someone else do it. Who was working this morning. “I think Magnus found ‘em, he was pretty shocked.” 

“Oh, sorry, I thought-” Kravitz scrawls something on his dumb little notebook. “Remind me your name, then, if you don’t mind?”

“Taako,” Taako says, instantly regretting not choosing an alias. He is sort of wearing a nametag, though. Not that he has to cooperate with this investigation. “Do we really have to talk about this? I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Taako, but I’m trying to solve this murder.” 

"Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it?" 

“Well,” Kravitz puts down his notebook, pausing. He chews something over in his head. “I don’t want to say anything untoward about the police, but,” and then he looks at Taako pointedly, and Taako snorts. 

“Yeah, I mean, you’re right, but weren’t they like. Trying to break into the place? They-” Whoops, don’t incriminate your own dumb vampire ass! “Magnus said they had guns?” 

“Good to know,” Kravitz says, pointedly writing something else down. Taako sweats. He smells really good. Like, really good. Why the fuck does he have to be playing Inspector Gadget? Can’t he come keep Taako warm at night instead? 

“Anyway, I gotta put out some more inventory. Treasure Adventure isn’t gonna thrift itself.” And he hops off the counter. Kravitz looks at him, mouth a funny line. 

“Taako, are board games with missing pieces and bead purses from 2005 more important than lives, snuffed out, by some kind of murderer?” 

“Lot of other kinds of people snuffing out lives these days?” Taako snaps. “You wanna say monsters or dickheads next?” 

“Taako, is there anything you want to elaborate on?”

“No, I don’t think there is,” Taako says firmly. “Maybe I’m just feeling unsafe in my workplace, asshole, you ever think of that? It’s terrifying to- be- here! I gotta keep selling garbage? For minimum wage? Where something like that happened! What if those guys were coming to stick the place up and I was the one that got murdered, would you be as persistent about that case, Columbo?” 

“Yes,” Kravitz says, eyes wide. His heart is pounding more about the awkward situation than it was about the dead bodies. He has a little arrhythmia. It’s kind of cute. “Of course I would.”

Taako throws his hands in the air and exclaims wordlessly, and marches off, which is the only way he saw out of the conversation. Kravitz, to his credit, stands there looking sweaty, and then goes to bother another employee instead. 

Taako hides in the breakroom and pretends he doesn’t feel weird about it. He pretends he doesn’t care about it at all. 

Funny, how things might have been different if someone had cared to look into what happened when he died. 

But he doesn’t want to think about that. He wants to think about seducing that trenchcoat-wearing loser away from the lawful side. Yeah, that’s it. For sure.

[12romy]

Could we maybe get a small Smick roc os?

I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm having a bit of a writer block and it's the first time in a month I complete something! It’s not very long and I’m not entirely satisfied but I hope you'll like it ^^”

"You know, you don't have to pretend to give me a kiss, you can just do it," Mick blurted out once they were back to their cabin after filming some stuff for the ROC.

It had taken him all his courage to say that, and he probably wouldn't be able to give his name if Seb asked him right now. He's afraid he'll just screech loudly if he opens his mouth because that's what's going on in his head. A string of thoughts going from "why did I do that" to "oh god I'm an idiot".

And then, Seb speaks.

"Kiss you?" He has an eyebrow risen, a little smirk on his face, and Mick can almost feel his knees give in under him. "Kiss you where, on the cheek?"

Mick nods frantically, blushing and fustigating himself.

Wordlessly, Sebastian leans in and drops a peck on his cheek, almost at the corner of his mouth.

Mick is a proper shade of tomato-red, now. You are a tease, Sebastian Vettel, a tease, Ted Kravitz's words pop into his mind. He doesn't know what Seb is doing, whether he's amused by the whole thing, or just a tiny bit serious.

"You- you can kiss me somewhere else," Mick pushes on, suddenly bold. God, he's so going to regret this when Seb is gonna turn him down.

When he looks up - of course he had been staring at his shoes, what did you expect - he sees the glint in Seb's eyes. It's a light he knows all too well, a mix of mischief and seduction that has been directed at so many people but never at Mick. Suddenly, there's hope.

"Oh yeah? Where should I kiss you?" Seb asks with a Cheshire cat smile that means trouble. Mick is too glad that smile is aimed at him to worry.

The problem is, he can't find the words.

"On the forehead, perhaps?" Sebastian offers. Mick wants to scream because sure, the forehead is great but that's not where he craves to be kissed right now. He nods anyway.

Sebastian cups his face with both hands and gets on the tip of his toes to reach Mick's forehead. His lips leave a searing kiss on his skin and make him speechless once again.

"What about here, can I kiss you here?" he asks, his fingers tapping gently at his temple. Mick simply turns his head, allowing Seb to kiss him again. Sebastian repeats the game with his cheekbone, his nose, and that one spot high on his neck, just under his ear.

Mick's breath itch when Seb's thumb grazes at his lower lip. His head is spinning, and he feels a little dizzy as he nods to answer the wordless question.

Their lips touch and his arms fly around Seb's waist to pull him closer as he kisses back hungrily. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and he can feel Seb sigh happily into the kiss.

He would've been freaking out about kissing Seb if his brain wasn't completely offline.

"I love you," he breathes out when they pull apart for air, barely thinking before saying it. Sebastian looks at him, eyes round, mouth opening and closing without a single sound coming out.

This time, Seb is the one at a loss for words. Mick starts panicking then. God, what an idiot, he had to go and ruin everything, what an idiot!

His fear is shattered in pieces when Sebastian pulls him in another kiss, deeper, softer. It feels like he's pouring all his love into it, and Mick doesn't need words when he's got a kiss like that

"I didn't think you'd-" Seb starts, blushing, and wow, that's an incredible view. "Didn't think you'd feel that way, that you'd..."

"Seb, how the hell did you think for one second I wasn't helplessly in love with you?" Mick asked with a shy giggle.

"I've never been very lucky when it comes to love, I just assumed I wouldn't be this time either," Sebastian admits with a shrug, but his smile doesn't falter.

"Well, you better start believing it," Mick tells him.

And just because he can, he kisses him again.

[captainrortugal]

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

In his younger days Antolio despised the idea of love, he thought it was all one set up to inevitable failure like he had seen in his own family. He has only taken the chance on romantic love twice, the first being with Lantha. When it came to falling in love romantically in his younger days, he was a bundle of sweaty nerves, his mind would work double time to function, and he would blush constantly. With Lantha, he was a mess of teenage ego, but the two had a deep friendship that helped the two to navigate the complexities of young love. After he intially thought Lantha passed, he swore he'd never love again, since he had worked hard to know and love her. He began to entirely avoided most women all together... Which is where things got tricky for Lio.

Lio had never thought about any real preferances, he fell in love with Lantha, and that was that. He stopped talking to most women when she was gone to be safe, because he thought that would keep him in the clear, after all he never imagined himself with anyone after her.

But when he laid eyes on Kravitz him mind when static. Battle nerves, he chalked it up to a silly banter of course, he was just full of adrenaline, and thats why his heart pounded in his chest. Right? But when he laid in his bed after having fought with the reaper, his brain replayed that same silly banter, over and over. After a few long, hard, confusing days for him he caved and sat down with his friends, when he brought up Kravitz, and a date, it sounded more like a joke when he said it out loud. But when he asked Kravitz for some of his time it felt hard, and scary. In his head he was screaming "god he's beautiful", and he started wondering stupid things like "how do I look from a 6ft perspective?". Falling in love with Kravitz was like sailing on the open sea with only the stars to guide him. It felt entirely different then with Lantha, since they already had a bond and mutual understanding. Plus he had grown since his time in Cape Shipwright, he wasn't a young man sailing out to war anymore. It was all so new again, he hadn't even considered his biggest threat to his no-love pact would be a tall, handsome reaper.

After they began dating, Antolio treasured Kravitz, he felt waves of relief coming home to him, he loved how serious conversations seemed to be second nature to Kravitz, and how unserious he would get when hw finally relaxed. Lio learned to brew tea just right, Kravitz learned to be more patient, the two felt like mismatched cutlery some days, but by some fate (thank you Istus) they seemed to be a destined pair. He stopped looking at love as the thing that like with Lantha, could make him weak. After all, Kravitz was already dead, and likely one of the strongest opponents he ever faced. When the two went to pick up Pearls in Thunderbay he was reminded of a love he lost, family. This new found familial love made the two even stronger and made Lio so warm and happy.

Lio loved to be in love, Lio adores the bonds he made, his friends were worth so much more than gold to him and his daughter and boyfriend were his anchor.

[princessbettina]

Beautiful Lady: A Liam Shawcross x Female OC Reader: Episode 1 Part 1

Introduction notes: It's your day off from work and it just so happens to be a Friday. What better way to spend your night especially then being outdoors in the beautiful city that I called my own. Along the way, I met up with some girlfriend's from work and I all go into a comforting little jazz bar. All is groovy, especially when I see him (Liam Shawcross) singing onstage. I become drawn to him and want to make myself known to him, at least say hi.

I do not own any of the characters in this, except for Theresa because she is me.

How will the meet up go? What's in store for the night and future? Let's find out together, shall we?

This story is inspired by the 2020 show, "High Fidelity" with Zoe Kravitz and Thomas Doherty (as Liam Shawcross)

*

Today's the best day ever. Wanna know why? It's my day off. Yeah, I like my job and all but business has been pretty busy lately and I think I deserve a break and today is just what I need.

My day was spent by running multiple errands here and there and that kept me busy for the majority of the day. Once the sun was setting and it slowly became darker outside, I knew that it was party time.

I changed out of my daytime outfit and put on something more relaxing but cute,(which was this comfy cozy and soft to the touch white fleece, my favorite plaid mini skirt, and knee length boots that completed the look) for my night on the town.

Where I was going, I have no clue. Hopefully it'll all be one thrilling and groovy adventure.

When I was ready, I leapt out of my apartment and let the adventure begin. I left my quiet neighborhood and entered the loud and busy night life of my city. I've been walking for a while and low and behold, I ran into some of my girl friends who also worked with me.

I totally wasn't expecting to meet up with them but it was groovy and I really enjoyed their company. They were all very excited and happy to see me.

"Ooh oh my gosh is that Theresa I see?" My first friend, Lizzie said sounding flirty and funny at the same time and widened her eyes soon after seeing me from excitement.

Hearing her say that made me chuckle as I walked closer to them. "Heyy Theresa! How are you girly?" My second friend, Felicity squealed while waving at me.

"Hey girls! What a surprise seeing you both out here!" I smiled and said to them cheerfully.

The three of us giggled and hugged each other for a few moments. After that, we chit chatted for a little bit longer and then came up with the groovy plan to spend the rest of the night together.

"Would it be cool if I hung with you two?" I asked and immediately the two girls agreed by nodding their heads with bright smiles on their faces.

"Why of course you can, girly" Felicity softly whispered and gently rested her hand on my shoulder, and as Lizzie nodded with a smile.

"It gets lonely and quiet at my apartment these days, especially after the whole breakup between Cole and I. I need to feel alive again and spending time with my two favorite gal pals makes it so much better" I smiled softly and they both were really supportive, even though I only knew them for about two weeks after starting my job.

Lizzie and Felicity were so welcoming and are the best of friends I ever met.

They're like family to me.

"You're more than welcome to hangout with us anytime, Theresa. You make everything fun and we both enjoy your company." Lizzie winked at me and Felicity nodded her head with a smile more.

I couldn't stop smiling. These girl's were too kind and sweet.

My smile grew bigger and bigger by the minute.

"You girls are the best! I seriously don't know what I'd do without you two. Thank you!" I thanked them and we all smiled more at each other.

Just then, Felicity whispered, "Don't worry! I bet you'll feel alive again sooner than you think. Trust me, girl!"

I widened my eyes and blushed as Lizzie giggled because she over heard what Felicity told me.

I knew exactly what Felicity was talking about, and I really hope that she is right.

"Come on girl's! I'm ready to party!" Lizzie squealed as she raised her arms up in the air and began to confidently strut a few steps just before laughing after realizing what she did.

Felicity and I followed and giggled more and began to walk with each other down the sidewalk and enjoyed the outside downtown night life.

After a few more minutes of walking through town, the three of us found a perfect resting spot.

It was this cute and cozy jazz bar. Lizzie, Felicity, and I entered and immediately had to walk up a few stairs that had a bunch of vintage like photographs on both sides of the walls as you made your way up.

As soon as we all made it up, the stairs led us up to the main part of the building which was this pirate themed jazz bar/club.

There were pirate decorations that covered the back wall and a bunch of round tables and chairs filled the room as people sat down on them.

I really enjoyed that already. Starting to feel like home already. People were sitting and they were also walking in and out of the building as they wished and the room echoed with people chatting it up with each other.

Live music was heard that slowly traveled the room as people continued to talk.

Lizzie and Felicity looked at me with big smiles on their faces which made me smile too.

We all looked around the room and could already tell that we loved it here. Felicity gave Lizzie and I two thumbs up, that meant she liked this place. As did Lizzie and I.

The three of had a table and continued to enjoy the atmosphere. We ordered some appetizers for our table, mozzarella sticks and crispy onion rings.

*

As that was done being ordered, I turned my head so I was looking at the stage where the live music was being played.

Seconds after my eyes adjusted from the different colored strobe lights that covered the room and the bright light being shown on the singer on stage, my heart started to beat really fast.

I widened my eyes and my heart started to beat really fast as my ears started to pick up some of the words that was being sung on stage.

I fell back in the chair carefully that was behind me after seeing who's on stage.

The singer on stage was of course and in fact a guy. A really cute and handsome guy at that. Dark brown floppy hair, kind and mega sexy facial features and one amazing and soothing voice, which I think he has an accent. Even groovier!

I had no idea who this singer is but I need to find out now.

After I fell back in my chair, Lizzie and Felicity glanced down at me and giggled softly and then kneeling on the same level as me in the chair.

"Are you alright, Theresa?" I quickly nodded my head and tapped the chair with my fingers, trying to relax my emotions.

I looked up at the male singer and then back to my two friends.

"Who is that, girl's? Do you know?" Felicity smiled while glancing up at the young man.

"That's Liam Shawcross. Extremely talented singer songwriter who's really popular." My eyes couldn't keep off of him.

I brought my thumb/fingers up to my lips and rested them there to hide myself from blushing.

I was falling madly in love with Liam already and I just found out what his name was. Interesting start so far.

Both Lizzie and Felicity knew right away what was happening to me.

They glanced over at each other for a moment and then back at me.

"We know what's going on. You have a crush on Liam!" They both squealed in unison and hearing them say that made me blush even more and giggle non stop.

They smiled and giggled more after seeing my reaction.

"You're absolutely right, girl's! I have a crush on a guy who I literally discovered moments ago. Is that normal? What does that say about me? Don't actually answer that you two haha"

I teased them by giggling which they did too. We continued listening to Liam's songs.

Why was I feeling the way I was every time I looked up at Liam? Was it because of his charm? His voice? I don't know but what I do know is that Liam just might be the distraction or new man in my life that I really need. Anyone's better than Cole.

*

Just like that, Liam was finished. I have to get a way to talk to him. He thanked everyone for coming out tonight and listening to him sing.

The crowd cheered and Liam packed up everything that he had on stage, like his guitar.

"You should go up and talk to him, Theresa" Lizzie bubbled with giggles. I covered my mouth with my hand and quickly shook my head as Felicity giggled too.

"Oh no no no! I don't think that's a good idea. Come on let's go-" I quickly tried to move out but Felicity stopped me.

"Relax,lovely. Just walk up to him and tell him that you enjoyed what he played tonight. There's no harm in doing that, he might like that"

I really liked the sound of that. Lizzie nodded and agreed with Felicity. After whispering curses to myself, I got the courage to strike up a conversation with Liam.

I walked up to the stage as Lizzie and Felicity followed behind me. When I got closer to Liam, my ears began to feel warm and my heart started beating really fast again.

I tapped my fingers against the stage floor and called out to Liam in a polite way.

"Excuse me, Hi Liam!" To my surprise, I got Liam's attention because he looked up and smiled brightly as soon as he saw me.

"Hello there! Thank you for coming tonight and supporting the show." Liam greeted which made me smile and blush a lot.

"You're welcome. I really enjoyed your set tonight. Very groovy songs and voice." I winked at him which made me blush even more and he smiled brightly at me.

His smile is off the charts adorable and I'm already melting.

"Cheers, thank you very much. I appreciate that and am really honored that you enjoyed it. Oh! I'm Liam by the way. Who might you be?" He asked curiously.

I widened my eyes which made Lizzie and Felicity giggle from behind me.

I smiled and continued to feel all the love effects but tried to cool down my emotions but failed.

"I'm Theresa" Liam nodded his head and smiled more at me.

"It's an honor to meet you, Theresa. Hey, if you're not doing anything later tonight, would you like to get together for a drink or something? If that's okay with you and your friends?" Liam suggested.

*

I looked back at Lizzie and Felicity with a bright smile and they both nodded their heads and signaled that I agree to make that plan with Liam.

I turned back to face Liam and nodded my head as he smiled.

"It's a date! I'd love to join you" Liam smiled and the two of us agreed to meet back up with each other, and Lizzie and Felicity in a few minutes in a more calmer bar that was open later than the pirate bar was.

I couldn't believe what was happening and what was about to happen.

I got myself to talk and have a conversation with Liam Shawcross. The Liam Shawcross and now he wants to spend time with me.

I'm head over heels excited about this. I really hope this turns into something beautiful, if you know what I mean haha.

-end of episode 1 part 1

Hello friends! I hope you're all enjoying my new stories. I absolutely and truly adore Thomas Doherty and his characters. I've wanted there to be fanfics of his character when he was on the show called, "High Fidelity" back in 2020 with Zoe Kravitz when he played Liam Shawcross, but unfortunately there's no stories of his character.

I decided to give it a try and write my own and this is it. I really hope you all enjoy this and I'll see you all in the next episode / chapter. As always, your feedback and suggestions are always appreciated :)

[anistarrose]

[ID: a pencil comic of Killian and Taako from The Adventure Zone. Killian is a chubby orc with curly hair and a side shave, while Taako is a chubby elf with curly hair and a conical hat. Taako comments: "Kravitz's feet are so cold."

Killian smiles and replies: "Yeah, Carey is like that too." She blushes, and adds: "I like to bundle her up in my arms and warm her up."

Taako responds: "I just make Kravitz wear socks." End ID.]

compromise

[creamecream]

“I love everybody,

Because I love you,

When you stood up, walked away barefoot,

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape,

I looked over it and I ached,

I love everybody,

Because I love you,

I don’t need the city, and I don’t need proof,

All I need, darling, is a life in your shape,

I picture it, soft, and I ache,

Look at you, strawberry blond,”

[sheriffofmagic]

Kravitz lightly holding Taakos hand in public and like blushing the whole time vs them getting home and he immediately picks Taako up, lays down, and curls up against him

kravitz when he h*lds h*nds with taako in public: 😳

kravitz when he's at home with taako, practically wrapped around him on the couch: 😌

[sgrumby]

(written by me and @mmmarty!)

“Mhm, and you’ve been using this… spellbook… for how long?”

“A few weeks,” Lup answers, scowling at it. “We’re not summoning shit, though, I don’t know -”

“We think we’re translating some of the Infernal wrong,” Barry elaborates. “I took some in college -”

“You dropped the class as soon as the hot TA graduated,” Kravitz reminds him, “and you were hungover half the time you did show up.”

“And Lup did it on Fantasy Duolingo for a few hours before we started!” He quickly insists, and Kravitz just shakes his head. 

“Well, yeah, mhm,” he says, holding the black leatherbound tome up and pointing to a passage. “So, when it said brown one and a half pounds of mince in a non-stick pan -”

“Yeah, like, a sacrifice for the demon,” Lup says. “The lasagna. We weren’t really sure of the spiritual meaning, but we made it perfectly, I even got Taako to help us out.”

“What about the flowers?” Kravitz indicates a vase with an assorted bouquet in. It’s very pretty and clearly expensive.

“Yeah, well, jump to page two-twelve,” Barry says, adjusting his glasses to peer over Kravitz’s shoulder. “Look, there. Flowers. We thought we needed to grind the petals for spell components or something.”

“Right, and the candles -”

“Ritual candles,” Lup explains. “They’re tallow. No self-respecting demon’s gonna show up for, like, beeswax.”

“That would make sense, for sure,” Kravitz nods. “And… all this?” He gestures to the rose petals arranged in a circle around the couch, and the bottle of massage oil on the coffee table.

“A summoning sigil, obvi,” Lup huffs like he’s an absolute dipshit, and Barry nods. 

“Preparing the willing vessel for possession.” 

“Yeah, yeah for sure. So, just to recap, you two cooked dinner -”

“Well, I did most of the cooking,” Lup says. 

“Yeah, I was setting stuff up.” 

“Oh, sorry, Lup, you cooked Barry dinner, and Barry, you brought Lup home flowers and were gonna rub her down on the couch after, to summon a demon?” 

He looks at them expectantly, waiting for something, anything, to click, and they just stare back like the two world’s most earnest deer in headlights.

“Yeah!” They nod in unison. 

“Okay.” Kravitz sets down the book, steeples his fingers as he bows his head to his hands, and takes a deep breath. 

“Okay. So you both suck at infernal.” 

“Well, suck is a strong -”

“No, you both suck shit, because I actually showed up to class, Barry -” 

Barry blushes.

“And this isn’t titled— wait, what was it you two said?” 

“Demons and Resurrection,” Lup supplies, and Barry nods, still red.

“Yeah, it’s not Demons and Resurrection, it’s Dating and Relationships.” 

“It’s -” Barry stutters, flushing even deeper, and Lup frowns. 

“So it’s a… demon dating guide? What to do when your lover has scales, kind of thing?” She asks, and Kravitz makes and so- so gesture with his hand.

“Well, part dating, part… you’ve heard of the karma sutra, right?”

Now it’s Lup’s turn to go red. “Well, that does explain the diagrams at the end,” she offers, and Barry aims for a professional nod. 

Kravitz flips quickly to the end of the book, where he’s treated to graphic illustrations of a couple intertwined, with various notes of how to contort oneself. 

“I - wait, were you two really planning to -”

“For science!” Lup interrupts, steadily growing redder. 

“Well, I don’t have other plans tonight,” Barry says, “and the lasagna does smell incredible.” 

“It’d be a shame to let it go to waste. You know, scientifically speaking.” 

“For science,” Barry nods, face the picture of utmost professionalism. 

Kravitz doesn’t have the heart to tell them that that’s not what “for science” actually means, but he gets the feeling they already know. Lup is pouring Barry wine while he makes a little pile of salad on her plate, so Kravitz just sighs, grabs his book, and heads for the door. 

Taako isn’t gonna believe they didn’t get the hint this time.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

43 and either taakitz or the IPRE crew please? :0

43. “I’ve been alone so long, I didn’t even know I was lonely”

--

Maybe he was just in the honeymoon phase of this new relationship, but Taako was happy. Like, legitimately happy. Sure, he was happy every now and again. And sure, joining the Bureau had lifted his mood quite a bit. But before dating Kravitz, the last time Taako could remember feeling happy with where he was at, let alone feeling content, was with Sizzle It Up. At least Kravitz couldn't be poisoned.

It was... disconcerting in a way. Taako never would have described himself as lonely but like. He was realizing now that he had been. Even during Sizzle It Up, he had been lonely. Sazed, obviously, hadn't helped any. Magnus and Merle filled that gap a little, but not enough for it to be noticeable. With Kravitz, he felt like he had a bit more room in his heart for love instead of whatever soggy, achy feeling had been there before.

He really wasn't used to it. But he wasn't going to complain. Because, y'know, you can't exactly go up to your boyfriend and say "you make me too happy".

"You make me too happy," Taako said.

They were lying on Taako's bed, a blanket in between them in a poor attempt to warm Kravitz up. It was late and Taako was tired but he didn't want to miss any Kravitz time. Kravitz was running his fingers through Taako's hair (he was letting it get long again but he might have to cut it soon because he couldn't stand the weird phase of having it curl against his neck). When Taako spoke, Kravitz's fingers paused.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You're just... good at this," Taako said.

"This being?"

"Boyfriend-ing?" Taako said. "Being- so fucking hot. And nice. All the time. And you're spoiling me with it. I'm gonna get spoiled, Krav, d'you really want that?"

Kravitz laughed softly, his fingers resuming their path through his hair.

"I think I can handle a spoiled Taako," he said. "Can't be any worse than a cat, right?"

"Well, that's where you're wrong, compadre," Taako said, smiling. Gods above, he needed to stop being so good. Taako didn't know what to do with that. "I'm not gonna settle for just some wet food and cuddles."

"Yeah?" Kravitz said. "You want something else?"

"This is what I'm talking about," Taako said, instead of doing something that would make him blush more. He ducked his head down a little, staring at his hands. His ears flattened. "You're just- you're really fucking good, is the thing."

"If it's any consolation, you're also really fucking good," Kravitz said, pressing a kiss to his head. Taako's face, somehow, felt even hotter. "You're smart-" Taako scoffed. "And really funny. And, believe it or not, you're the second hottest person I know."

"Second hottest?"

"Not everyone can look as good as I do, babe," Kravitz said and Taako snorted so hard that he started coughing. Kravitz sat up, patting him on the back and Taako broke down into giggles. Kravitz's hands were warm against his skin. "You good?"

"I take it all back," Taako said. "You're awful. I hate you."

"Come here," Kravitz said, pulling him back down. Taako crumpled up the blanket that had been between them and threw it aside. It hit something and there was a loud thunk as things hit the floor. Taako didn't look back.

"I think you just knocked your umbrastaff over," Kravitz said.

"It's fine," Taako said and then pressed a kiss to Kravitz's lips. Kravitz laughed into it, circling a hand to hold him around the waist. When he finally pulled back, Kravitz finally looked just as flustered as Taako felt.

"You're really good at that," Kravitz said, breathless. Taako grinned. For the first time in years, the gap that felt in his chest was almost, almost closed. And while Taako figured that it was never truly going to go away, he would make damn sure that he could keep Kravitz here to fill it.

[herbgerblin]

[ID: Three lineart drawings in blue and gold. The first image shows Lup and Taako, a female and male elf respectively. They both have freckles and curly hair. Lup is wearing a dress and apron, while taako wears a wizard hat and robes covered in stars. Lup looks at taako and asks, "And who might you be?" Taako replies, "I'm your fair god brother." He waves a wand at her and her simple dress turns into a poofy ballgown, with the caption "wizard magic" overhead. Second image is of Lup in the fancy gown and golden flowers in her hair. She is holding tha hand of Barry, a human man. He is also wearing a fancy suit and blushes as they smile at each other. Third image is of Taako talking to Kravitz, a half elven man dressed in princely robes and wearing a golden garland around his head. End ID]

cinderella!lup au that is literally just taako studying wizard magic to do a nice thing for his sister. when she gets to the ball she hits it off with some random nerd (lup, taako put in all this effort to get you here and you don't even talk to the prince.) taako goes as well and doesn't waste the opportunity to make a beeline straight for kravitz. tale as old as time

[ceilingfan5]

@taznovembercelebration soup/dessert

“You’ve made five kinds of soup.” Kravitz is stunned, honestly, partially because he was expecting Taako to be asleep when he got home, not attempting to vibrate through the kitchen ceiling in their little apartment. 

“Yep,” Taako says, proud and also watching him intently for a reaction. Kravitz isn’t exactly sure what that’s going to be. 

“Why do you have five crockpots?”

“Well,” Taako laughs, exasperated. “Why do you think?”

“For multiple, yeah, I, I walked into that, one, um,” Kravitz stares at the pot luck on his kitchen counter. “Can you- why did you make five kinds of soup, though?”

“Well,” Taako repeats, putting more emphasis on it this time. He keeps fidgeting with his hands–picking off his black nail polish, fixing his buttons, tapping the counter. “The wonders of modern convenience, are a, uh, a miracle, of the- what century is it now?”

“Twenty-first,” Kravitz says, incredibly fond. 

“And it turns out if you just pay a hideous fee, you can have any kinds of products and sundries delivered to your door, although I wasn’t terribly impressed by the onions they gave me–N'ont-ils jamais vu un bon oignon? Embarrassing. But anyway I bought a few things to try out because I got excited and I didn’t need to work today because I finished my project yesterday, and we just made that deal, and I know the cooking for you wasn’t part of it per se, but- but if I’m going to drink your blood I want you to be eating well, and-”

“Taako,” Kravitz says, rather slowly. “You don’t have to feed me.”

“No, I don’t, obviously, that would be-” he laughs again, “Ridiculous, I just- I got excited. And I haven’t cooked in so long. And the problem with soup. Is the waiting.”

“So you made five soups.”

“Are you going to eat the soups or not?” Taako screws up his face in embarrassed distress. “Should I just throw them away? It’s too much. Obviously it’s too much, I shouldn’t- It’s not like we’re, I just-” Kravitz is struck with the realization that if Taako could, he’d be blushing, and it’s a wild glimpse into his humanity. So to speak. He’s filled with affection that is beyond roommaterly, and he shoves it down and tries not to choke on it. They can’t be having a blood money arrangement and also kissing. It simply wouldn’t be right. 

Right?

“I’m going to eat the soups,” he says, smiling, putting Taako out of his misery. And putting a hand on Taako’s. You know, like roommates do. “What should I try first?” 

“Well,” Taako perks up like a dandelion in a coffee mug full of adderall. “If you’re a traditionalist, you’ll be entranced by my chicken noodle, this recipe is centuries old, and it’s perfect. Even if the onion is lacking. But if you’re feeling funky, maybe the cheesy broccoli is your jive. And then we’ve got…”

Kravitz absolutely hears the other words. They go in his ears and his ear drums wiggle and the sound goes right into his brain…and right back out again, because he’s in love with his vampire roommate, and he could listen to him talk about cooking all day. He truly can’t believe himself. 

“What about dessert?” he hears himself asking, and Taako smiles so big, Kravitz should win a trophy for the restraint it takes not to kiss him. 

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

11. “Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no? From Misc. With Taakitz? :O

from this prompt list!

Kravitz slips into the warehouse noiselessly, not that many mill about to see him even if he were to make a racket. Obnoxious house party music filters through a handful of doors and acts as a trail of breadcumbs that allow Kravitz to locate where the action’s going on. He adjusts the bag in his hand to keep all the containers inside from rattling around too terribly; a corner of one of the takeout containers lets loose a waft of pad thai and his stomach growls almost immediately. Kravitz has taken to surprising Taako with lunch at work every once in a while even when his brief absence at work garners him looks from Lup, Barry, and the Raven Queen.

Taako’s been having a rough go of it lately. Not that he’d let anyone, not even Kravitz, acknowledge it. Much easier to just hand wave it away. Kravitz has become accustomed to it and has learned to dance around Taako’s self-enforced brick wall. Sometimes emotional vulnerability necessitates a ransom in the form of some stir fried shrimp.

The music trail leads him to a familiar sight: Susan sits behind a large, professional camera, snapping pictures and calling out pose requests to Taako. Though it’s the sight of Taako that throws him for a minor loop. Taako poses and smiles and bounces at all the right moments, though the creature in his arms gives Kravitz pause. Before he can really unpack what he’s seeing, Taako catches sight of him and waves.

“Alright, Susan, that’s lunch.”

She nods and sets her equipment down. “Heya, Kravitz! We still on for game night on Friday?”

Kravitz ignores the glare he can feel burning into the side of his face. “Absolutely! See you then.” She shuffles out of the room and Taako rolls his eyes in her direction.

“Krav, you’re lucky you’re not only so cute but so kind because that woman makes me wanna give myself a lobotomy and I hate having her in the house. She upsets the cats.” He leans against the little table Kravitz is setting the takeout on.

“Like Casper? The same one chilling in your arms at this very moment?”

Taako smiles and kisses the top of the cat’s head, making obnoxious kissing noises all the while. “The very same. He’s a cat of discerning taste, you know that.” Taako snags a shrimp from one of the containers of pad thai and feeds it to Casper.

“Now for my follow up question: is the cat wearing a onesie?” Kravitz gestures towards the obnoxious striped outfit Casper is wearing as he purrs contentedly in Taako’s arms, pawing at the occasional bite of Taako’s food.

“Uh, no? This is a romper for babies. It’s part of the new line of products. We got rompers, dorky little bucket hats, funky little shorts, you name it. Bunch of baby stuff just in time for spring and summer! And we’re gonna have a second rollout of stuff for fall and winter including precious little sweatshirts, maybe with little ears or something because gods that’s just the bread and butter of baby clothes if you ask me,” he says between bites.

“Right, right, of course. And Casper’s modeling it because?”

“Well, Lup and Barry’s little bastard isn’t done cooking yet and Carey and Killian have stopped letting me babysit Ellie because I ‘scare her with my theatrics,’ whatever that means. And I don’t really know anymore babies? Angus shot down my offer so desperate times and all that,” Taako explains as though kid to cat was the easiest leap of logic to make.

“Love, Angus is nearly seventeen so I can’t say that I blame him. Casper pulled the short straw then?” Kravitz pushes a bite of chicken across the table that Casper inhales happily.

“Come on, can you imagine Toaster in this? She’d scratch my face off. Not exactly good for business.”

“She’s an ornery gal, I’ll give you that. Can’t believe our beautiful boy’s getting into modeling,” Kravitz teases. “I’m sure he’s a natural just like his father.”

Taako ducks his head and tries to ignore the blush painting his cheeks and ears. “What can I say, it runs in the family.”

They continue eating takeout and pampering Casper until Susan returns, much to Taako’s chagrin. “Duty calls, babe. I’ll see ya at home. Thanks for lunch, love you!” Taako quickly kisses Kravitz before walking himself and Casper back to set.

Kravitz delights in the newfound pep in Taako’s step.