#for get me out of here reaction. but really. and he'd never admit he enjoyed it. but watching it _with mike_ was...a Lot of fun

[marvey-sideblog]

[clairecrive]

Hello!! Could you write a Alfie Solomons x reader where he goes to a meeting with Tommy only to find him and reader arguing/negotiating about something, meanwhile Arthur's bleeding out and her refusing to help Arthur until Tommy lets her win? I feel like Alfie would have instant heart eyes!

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. It's more of a blurb, but it was fun to get back to it. I feel like Alfie's really into badass women. especially ones that make Shelby's life hell. let me know if you wanna be tagged in my next pieces. enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

"Love at first blood"| Alfie Solomons x reader

"Now, Mister Shelby, I'm sure you'll agree with me but alliances should be equal otherwise you'll risk for your partner to look for a more advantageous deal elsewhere."

"Is that a threat?"

"Merely stating a fact, I'm sure you know more than me on the matter. Do you not?"

"Aye."

"So, you'll agree to my terms then?"

Tommy's mouth opened as if to speak but Arthur's groan hijacked his attention. While his eyes never moved from y/n's, Alfie could see his jaw clenching. And he knew it for it was, a telltale sign of a decision made.

"Provided you aid my brother here."

"But of course. A deal is a deal." Magnanimously, she ripped out a piece of fabric from her long skirt and went to wrap it tightly on the oldest Shelby's leg.

"Here," she said making one last knot in the bandage. Arthur groaned in response. Not many people could put the fear of God in such a reckless man like him. You, however, were on top of that list. If he could, he'd crawl far away from you.

Words were good and all and y/n knew that after her little demonstration, the deal was closed; still, she spat on her hand and offered it to Tommy to do the same.

Once the pact was officially sealed, y/n nodded in Tommy's direction and turned around to leave.

That's when she noticed a man standing at the threshold. He wasn't very tall nevertheless, he managed to portray an imposing aura that, y/n was sure, worked perfectly in his line of work.

The cane and the wide-brim hat were enough to confirm his identity. Y/n had never met Alfie Solomons. They didn't run in the same circle, to put it simply.

Running into the Shelbys had resulted from an unfortunate series of events caused by incompetent men in her life. She wasn't so keen to repeat that experience.

However, if she had to be honest, she had to admit that Solomon's piercing eyes intrigued her. Especially the way he was looking at her, with a mix of admiration, fear, and interest.

"Fucking hell," the man of the hour spoke, and oh my god. His voice.

His fucking voice.

She tried her best to conceal her body's primal reaction to the sound. However, she couldn't help but stay put and wait for what he had to say.

"I've never seen such a small fucking thing put the fear of God in a man," Alfie pointed his cane in their general direction before tipping his hat to her.

"You should never underestimate a woman, Mr. Solomons," y/n quipped with a sly smile.

"Ah pet, am not a fucking fool, am I?" he chuckled with mirt.

The tension in the room was palpable and it wasn't the kind that had been previously present. Oh, no. This one was fire.

It was only Tommy clearing his voice that broke the eye contact between you and Alfie.

"Well gentlemen, my business here is done. I'll leave you to it," she nodded at Alfie as she walked past him. "Thomas, the pleasure was all yours as always."

The last thing y/n heard before leaving was the wonder in Alfie's voice as he demanded to know who was that fucking vengeful angel he had just met.

[rae-writes]

Yo that only fantoms caught me off guard,feel like they will bring mc on the tv for an interview and they will be like "so about that alleged sex tape, were those yours?" i wanna know so fucking bad if they will literally look at each other with knowing looks or just laugh it off lololol🤩🤩

based on this post right here // I'm going based off maybe the brothers and mc were doing a livestream on devilgram (definitely asmo's idea) and one of the comments was a question about the videos that were posted // nsfw mentions...obviously

[feigning ignorance]

Lucifer will brush it off smoothly, denying any knowledge or recognition of this because he knows that people know it's you and him. There's no questioning it, really, but he refuses to speak about it simply because he thinks that videos like these should just be enjoyed without any prying questions about it (but he'd make another if you asked...he kinda actually wants to.)

Belphie won't even acknowledge the question- or your sly grin- because he doesn't get why people are blatantly asking about it when your faces were purposefully not in the video. If they know, they know, and he knows a lot of them know who's in it, but either way, it's none of their business. It's just a video for enjoyment (thaat he has saved to his phone because holy shit you really got him with that one-)

[bashful, isn't outright denying it, but isn't outright agreeing]

Levi's face goes beet red the moment he sees mention about your little video and is a stammering mess. That in itself kind of answers the question, for those that didn't know it was you two, but he still never voices his opinion on it. He's used to how things work on the internet, so he's more in his element than some of his brothers, so as long as his face isn't in the frame, he doesn't really care who knows and who doesn't (also bc he was already planning on making another one with the roles reversed, call him a degenerate, but he's into that shit)

Beel has no shame in the video, or in people knowing who it was, he's just little shy because he really enjoyed making it and seeing the wild reactions in the comment section. He'll give you a little smile and do a little innocent shrug at the camera because no one doesn't know it was you and Beel- he literally can't be mistaken. (And, hey, if they loved it so much, he's down with making another one.)

[Immediately gives a shit-eating grin/smirk and confidently agrees]

Mammon perks up at the mention, eyes shining and mouth curving into the most smug, sexy little grin as he blurts out a cheerful 'yep!'. Like Beel's, there's no way anyone doesn't catch on to the fact it was you and him, and even if they didn't, he's all too happy to admit to the video. It was hot, he's confident in himself and his gorgeous mc, and he knows you both ate up the attention that comment section brought (practically aching to do another video and maybe he'll even do a collab this time.)

Satan's acknowledgement is smooth and almost teasing as he agrees that it was him and you. He doesn't care that the video was taken in the RAD library because your faces weren't in the video, so even at his admittance, he can't get in trouble without solid proof. He loves the fact that anytime a demon walks by you two in the library, if they've seen the video, their faces flush down to their necks. He takes pride in having you like that, wherever he pleases (and he'd love to do it again...maybe this time on Lucifer's student council chair.)

Asmo would never deny it because you both looked so gorgeous! And his face is literally in it, I mean...he was so excited to film and post the video, especially having you as his partner, it was like a dream! He welcomes any questions people may have about it and is over the moon at the attention it's still getting. Outright teases the fact that more are in the making and hopes they'll all look forward to it (especially a certain video plan with another sorcerer he's in a pact with)

[aoioozora]

I'm sure Keegan would absolutely tease you (lightheartedly) if he found out you were completely innocent and had 0% experience in things romance related.

You join the Ghosts and he mentors you and builds a close enough relationship with you for you to consider him as a role model. You practically follow him around like a duckling, doing things to impress him and seek his approval like a little kid would, which he secretly finds amusing and endearing

But when he finds that your starry, sparkly looks of admiration slowly change to distant, dreamy, nebulous stares, his suspicions are aroused

He decides to observe you, and after doing that enough, he realises that you're completely oblivious to your own feelings. He'd find you looking away from him with a confused look, putting your hand to your heart as if trying to stop it from beating so fast, he'd notice a blush on your cheeks when he caught you daydreaming (of him, perhaps?) or when he'd pinch your cheek when you were being a little too cheeky for his liking.

He KNOWS you're attracted to him but he's waiting for you figure it out

But you don't and so...

"What's all this staring that I see you doing, kid?" he eventually asks, crossing his arms as he looks up from the gun-cleaning demonstration he's giving you because you never do it properly enough.

You blink twice when he asks that and then look away. He's staring daggers right at you with his soul-searching blue eyes.

"Uh... I'm watching you clean your gun so I know how to do it properly?" you say with a lopsided grin as you give him two finger guns, again wondering why your heart is racing at 200kmph. Hell, you even hallucinated sparkles and roses blooming all around him despite his gloomy garb.

"Does my face look like a gun to you?" he rests his chin on his palm and leans in, getting in your personal space for a bit, just to see your reaction.

You don't move, finding that you enjoy his face being closer than usual. His brow raises ever so slightly at this. "No... but your name's Kee-gun," you say, cracking the same lame joke that you knew would make him sigh.

He pinches your cheek hard, making you yelp. "Don't get all smart with me, kid. Tell me why you're staring at me rather than the gun. You got a crush on the gun so hard you can't look at it?"

You rub your stinging cheek, pouting unceremoniously at him, which he found cute but would not admit it just yet. "Nooo..." you answer tentatively.

He prods a thick finger against your temple, not even bothering to pull away from you. "What's going on in here then? Spit it out."

How could you even say what you had in mind when you didn't even know what you were feeling?

"I don't know how you'd take it if I told you," you pull away from his closeness, turning back at the gun on his lap.

"Woman, I've heard crazier things. Go on now," which was right, because he sort of knew what to expect, and you were unknowingly being obvious about it.

You shift in your seat and look at him, hesitating, and he pulls away from you and waits patiently as he goes back to cleaning the gun. Admitting this, for some reason, feels nearly dizzying to you, and you don't understand why. You were always able to tell him anything that was on your mind, but this was tough.

You answer, rather honestly, "You make my heart beat really fast."

His eyes land on yours for a beat. "Hm, is that so?" he says nonchalantly. He feels a tickle in his stomach.

"But I don't know why that is," You quickly add.

"Must be because I'm so handsome," he jokes, barking a gruff laugh.

You shrug and find yourself studying his side profile, the same dreamy look appearing on your face. "I mean, I guess you are."

"Really, now?" He murmurs as he turns to face you and leans in again, further this time, close enough for the tips of your noses to touch. Your breath hitches and your body stiffens.

"What's your heart doing?" he asks.

"D-Doing a couple flips," you squeak.

The corner of his lip quirks up slightly at your honesty, but he forces it back down to maintain his stoicism. His hand leaves the gun and then makes its way to your cheek, cupping it softly. The tender touch sends your cheek burning like a forest fire. He can feel you lean into it, and yet again, he has to keep himself from smiling.

"How about now?" he asks, voice low and subdued as his nose brushes against yours, lips dangerously close that you can feel his breath tickle you. You cannot hear him over how loudly your heart is pounding and drumming in your ears and your chest like you were standing next to a bass-boosted amplifier.

"It's..." You heave a ragged, shaky breath as he leans in, millimeter by millimeter, leaving you hungry and yearning for what he was intending.

"Hmm?" his voice came as a low rumble from the back of his throat.

He is suddenly shoved back and his eyes widen with surprise as he looks at you, his hand hanging in the air as if he was cupping its cheek rather than yours. As soon as the distance is forced between the two of you, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, vainly trying to hide your alarmingly red cheeks; you cannot think straight with him so close. The sight is positively adorable to him, and he smirks, wanting to tease you some more.

"Complete your sentence," he instructs, leaning in again, but not too close out of consideration.

Your hand presses against your heart, which is thrumming wildly as if you were on the battlefield at that very moment. You feel your lip tremble as your gaze looks everywhere except at him.

"It's... excited," you confess.

He doesn't suppress his smirks now. "And you're telling me you have no idea why you're feeling this way?"

You nod.

He gets further up close and personal. "You're getting all riled up and excited because you're attracted to me," he says, absolutely convinced. And he's not wrong.

You may be inexperienced with all the feelings that romance came with, but you know theoretically what attraction was, only that you never felt it... until him, and until he got up in your face like that. And the way he's looking at you right now... he's either playing with you or feeling the same way or both.

"I'm attracted to you?" you ask, blinking twice.

He moves in again. "Affirmative," he whispers, "and do you know what people who are attracted to each other do?"

"What?"

His breath tickles your lips. "They," he began, now letting his lips hover over yours with a featherlight touch, "kiss." And he presses his lips firmly against yours.

The pleasurable touch causes you to whimper and melt as you kiss him back. Your body heat slowly starts increasing, as did the strange warmth in your hips and between your thighs. He pulls away after what felt like forever and stares at you for a moment, eye momentarily flickering to your lips.

"What do you think?" he whispers breathily, subtly pursing and biting his lip.

"I'm definitely attracted to you," you agree, swallowing harshly.

He smiles, gently pinching your cheek. "The next step is falling in love with me."

He's such a tease.

[cevansbrat0007]

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ari’s reaction if bird tried to walk out the house with this on 👀

Untitled Sweet Renegade Series Ask & Drabble

Please enjoy the Sweet Renegades Series Drabble found after the cut. Warnings include: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, Ari Being a Possessive Menace, Brat!Reader, Manhandling, Crude Language, and Cursing. Minors DNI.

Listen, Ari considers himself to be a rather progressive man. He has two sisters that he respects and adores. And a little niece that fills him with pride. He plans to teach his nephew about the importance of respecting women - of treating them with the utmost reverence and care.

However, the moment Ari laid eyes on his sweet, stubborn little Bird, it was if something in him snapped. It came from somewhere deep. Primal. And the beast in him demanded that he stake his claim. Before her, Ari had never really considered himself to be the possessive type. He just assumed that jealousy wasn't a part of his makeup.

But now? Her smile. Her laugh. Her light. Every delicate inch of her gorgeous curvy body. All of it belongs to him. In the most primal, feral sense.

And he does not like to share.

So, while he wants to encourage Bird as she continues down the path of consistent, healthy body positivity, he's also man enough to admit that that there's no way in hell he'd let her fine ass out of the house wearing a dress like that. And here's why:

"Baby..." He rasps, caging you in as he backs you against the door. "You look fucking stunning." Two thick fingers trail their way down your body, stopping once they reach the valley between your breasts. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Not while you're wearin' that."

"What's wrong with it?" Your words come out as a gasp when you feel a hand wind its way into your curls, holding you still as he continues his assault. The seconds drag on as his head dips, his mouth finding yours.

"Because, sweet Bird." Ari presses, forcing you to take his delicious weight. Making your pulse spike as he grinds his increasingly hard cock against your abdomen.

"B-because?"

"Because..." He draws out the word as he wrenches your head back so that he can whisper maddening little love bites along the curve of your jaw. "This is the kinda dress you wear when you're out with your man." You have a hard time breathing as his free hand skims lower before coming to rest on the swell of your bottom.

"Oh yeah?" You continue to goad - against your better judgement.

To be honest, you'd known what you were risking when you saw the dress hanging on the rack. You had no business playing with fire. But that's part of what made all of this so fun.

"Absolutely." Ari's normally bright blue eyes darken with arousal as he watches your chest heave. Almost as if he's imagining what it might be like to slowly peel the garment off you, piece by piece. "Because these hips and that ass - they're enough to give a man ideas."

His soft lips find their way to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver.

"And when they start wantin' to entertain those ideas," he muses, more to himself than you. "I need to be there as your man to shut 'em down."

"I see." A sharp nip of teeth has you clenching your thighs together.

"Because I am the only man who's allowed to know what it's like to bury myself between those luscious thighs." Using two fingers, he tips up your chin, wordlessly demanding that he look you in the eyes. "And only I get to know what you taste like when you cum on my tongue. Which therefore makes me the only man with exclusive rights to your tight, little pussy."

"Okay Beast." You can't help the giggle that bubbles its way out of your throat. "I think you've made your point."

"Have I, little Bird?" He growls, releasing his grip on your chin to capture your wrists, trapping them above your head. "Or do I need to remind you that I'm not the sharing type?"

The steady tick in his jaw lets you know that you and your dress have once again pushed this man to the edge. But the real question was...

Just what did you plan to do about it?

Batting your lashes up at him, you decide it's time to let the brat in you win out once and for all. Go big or go home, you know?

"Eh, it's been awhile, big guy." You purr, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. "I'm thinkin' you might need to refresh my memory."

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[x-prettyboy-x]

Heyy! could u do an Erik x male!reader fluff?

Like its Erik's birthday and he wakes up and finds the reader in the kitchen with like a hand full of gifts on the counter and making his fav breakfast and fancy coffee and its all js very sweet and calm

Birthday Boy

Guys I'm loving the male reader requests, I gotta be honest

Pairing: Erik Campbell x Male!Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff, spice if you really really squint, mostly erik flirting

Contents: Eriks boyfriend being the best boyfriend ever, Erik not knowing how to handle it, Erik being a switch if you squint

Wc; 1k words

Masterlist

You had gotten up early. Really early. Because of course you did, it was Eriks birthday. What kind of boyfriend would you be if you didn't go all out?

You'd even made sure the rest of the family was up and out of the house as well, all of them with a task to do for Eriks birthday party later in the day, so you and him could have your time before everyone else was demanding his undivided attention.

You'd ordered his birthday presents months in advance. You'd even gone out of your way to get special wrapping paper for them, the presents all wrapped up and sitting on the counter for when he woke up and came downstairs. It wasn't much, some vinyl records from a few of his favorite bands and a new leather jacket- thats where most of your money went- but he would enjoy it nonetheless, he'd told you not to get him anything. Yeah right.

With that set up, you got started on making him breakfast. French toast and some waffles- thank god he liked them, it was one of the few thinks you could make without sending the whole house up in flames- you'd already made him his overly sweet coffee he liked, even though he'd never admit he preferred it that way if anyone asked.

Before long you heard Eriks footsteps coming down the stairs just as you finished making his plate and setting it on the kitchen island. You smiled as he turned the corner, the man looking like the personification of sex itself, shirtless with his black sweat pants on, his hair a mess.

"Why the fuck are you up so- oh.." Erik froze, staring at the gifts on the counter, the food you'd just made him, the coffee waiting for him in his favorite "show me your kitties" mug.

"Happy birthday, Kiki.." you smiled, walking over to him and carefully draping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him gently. "Now cmon, eat your breakfast so you can open your gifts. We have like.. 2 hours before everyone comes back home."

"You dont uh.. you dont have to do all this shit for me, you know? I told you not to get me anything. Having you is enough." Erik didnt know how to handle this, sure his parents got him things every year, had a barbecue every year at least, but his boyfriend doing shit for him? He didnt know how to take that. He walked over and sat at the kitchen island, taking a sip of the coffee before anything else and oh my god. He'd made it perfectly.

"Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnt do anything for your birthday? You're just gonna have to get used to it." You leaned on the other side of the counter across from him, silently hoping his reaction was just him being nervous, hoping that he didnt secretly hate it.

You wasted no time in pushing his gifts over to him once he finished eating, taking the plate and his empty mug and putting them in the sink to be washed later. You were practically buzzing with excitement "Cmon, don't leave me hanging here." You'd laughed, quietly urging him to open his gifts.

Erik shook his head at you with an almost shy smile as he opened the first one, feeling almost guilty for ripping your beautiful wrapping job apart. "Oh, baby.. this is so fucking sick!"

He looked at the new vinyl records you'd gotten him, turning them over in hands one by one and studying every detail of the cover art, the designs on the vinyl itself. One gift down, one more to go.

"I would have gotten you more but your other gift took like.. all of the budget I had for your birthday so. I hope you like it." He loved the first one, that was a good sign. He wasn't miserable.

Erik was slightly confused now, slightly guilty. He didnt like the idea of you spending so much on him, he wanted to spoil you, not the other way around. But he opened the gift anyway, freezing as he saw the brand new leather jacket laying inside the box.

"I know you lost your favorite one in the tattoo shop fire so I thought I'd get you a new one, do you like it?" You couldn't forget that day if you tried. For the sake of your sanity and your anxiety, you both agreed not to talk about it, the only reminder the heart shaped brand on his arm that he- for some reason- loved so much.

"Like it? Baby I love it!" He laughed, taking it out of the box and trying it on, it was perfect. It fit just like his last one. He walked around the counter and pulled you close by your waist to pull you into a hug, "I think you single handedly turned this into one of the best birthdays ever."

You rolled your eyes as you looked up at him, your hands holding onto the front of his new leather jacket, trying to ignore how insanely good he looked with nothing under it.

"You're a bad liar. And plus, there's still so much planned. Your entire family's coming over, everyone's out getting supplies and stuff for the party."

Erik hummed and tilted his head as if in thought, with that look on his face. That look like he was plotting something. That michevious look.

"We have another hour at least before they come back, right?"

"Yeah.. why? What are you plotting up now?"

He smirked. That smirk. That fuckin smirk that normally ended up with one of two things: Erik would show up with a new piercing or a tattoo by the next day, or one of you ended up on your back in his bed.

"I know.. one more thing that could make this birthday even better. My boyfriend, in my bed, with nothing but this leather jacket on."

Okay. So it was scenario 2. Even better for you.

"Yeah? I think I could make that happen".

[cheeseceli]

When their S/o is taller than them

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: what either skz or bts would be like with a tall s/o? (5’8”) and while I’m here I just want to say I really love your writing and I look forward to reading your fics <3

Warnings: one kill joke in lee know's, not proofread at all, I think that's it.

A/n: thank you so much for the lovely words 🤍 as a (kinda) tall girl I love to think about this lmao. BTS version here !

Bang Chan

Hugs all the time. He just LOVES how your hugs seem to be different (and better) than anyone else's. Maybe it's because of your height or for the simple fact that you are you but he adores how warm and safe he feels in your arms. His favourite hugs from you are the ones that you either back hug him when he's distracted and put your chin on his shoulder OR when you hug him normally but add a kiss to the crown of his head. He falls more and more in love with you after every hug.

Lee Know

You know he's never gonna admit this but he loves the height difference. Your teasing gets 200% more efficient just because of it (but he'll kill anyone who points out how his ears are getting a little too red). When you guys were just friends but he already had a crush on you, he'd get truly flustered if you got closer than usual, like you were towering him - and he still does, he just likes to pretend he doesn't tbh lmao.

Changbin

We all agreed that this man would have and love and support a taller s/o to the extreme. He's like your personal cheerleader, always making sure to let you know that you are BEAUTIFUL and he loves every single detail about you - your height included. The first to tell people to shut up if someone ever comments on the height difference with a rude tone. Like, he will NOT accept someone trying to say shit about your relationship, especially when it's something he loves so much.

Hyunjin

It doesn't matter if you're one centimeter taller or a whole ruler taller, he's in love and he thinks that your height makes you look ethereal even. If you're up to it, he'll definitely buy you high heels and encourage you to wear them on any occasion that's possible. Finds it kinda fun how he has to tilt his head up in order to kiss you and always ends up giggling over this, even after years of doing it. He's just that enamoured, can you blame him?

Han

Oh he's enjoying this a bit too much. Feel free to reach all the tall shelves for him and open every can/jar. He has the babygirl reputation for a reason lmao. Jokes aside, I think he'd really enjoy a taller s/o, no matter what your height is. Has literally no patience to outsiders "teasing" and making rude comments about this dynamic, he'll quickly shut them up. (Also, get prepared to lift him up if you're strong enough like that video of him with lee know because when I said he's enjoying this I meant it😭)

Felix

HE LOVES IT. You can't tell me that he doesn't get all flustered and giddy over the height difference, I won't believe you if you do. One thing that I believe he'd love to do would take mirror pics with you. Like, the way that you can see that you're taller in the picture just makes him smile for some reason (he's whipped). His phone's wallpaper is most definitely a picture of you two like that. I also believe that he thinks it's cute the way he has to tiptoe to kiss your cheek (it is).

Seungmin

You can be the taller one, but he's the one defending you and giving you the royalty treatment all the way. One thing that I think he'd love tho is to steal your clothes. So like, if you left a sweatshirt in his place or something like this, don't expect to have it back so soon. He actually loves how he is just kinda engulfed in your (indirect?) warmth and he has something bringing him closer to you even when you're not near. And he kinda likes to flex that "this is from my partner" lmao.

I.N

Other one to get all shy over the height difference but never let you know about it (actually, you'll know. It's just so obviously shown in his face, just don't let him know that lol). But besides the casual flustering state he finds himself on at times, he really doesn't mind it. I'd say he barely notices it. When he does tho, he finds you extremely beautiful, like those ancient greek statues, and even sexy if I may.

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Moodboard (pics) by @haelyubi

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[bonny-kookoo]

I’m obsessed with my princess. I’ll take a late night snack if you have one 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

Since I've been yelled at to make more brat tamer kook content: Here you go, some sweet tension!

Jungkook has come to learn that you know very well how to get under his skin by now.

And you also, not just on occasion, make it a fun game for yourself to see how much you can annoy him before he snaps. Maybe because he's been pretty lenient with you compared to how he would normally like to go at it. He can't really do much about it either- his wolfblood constantly telling him to put you back into your proper place in the pack.

A pack he doesn't have, but that doesn't mean his instincts know that too.

Jungkook doesn't have many canine hybrids as friends, except maybe Yoongi. But since he's bonded to his own partner, Jungkook doesn't really feel any sort of need to care for him like he does with you- though he's not too sure why he's starting to get so attached to you either.

You're just friends- and even that would technically be a stretch to say. He doesn't know you, and you don't know him either.

But he can't deny the fact that he really.. enjoys this game of push and pull you two constantly seem to engage in, every bark sent into your direction only momentarily causing you to follow his word. Maybe you're instinctively able to really figure out if he's being genuinely angry or upset at you, or if he leaves room for you to try and test him on his threats, because otherwise, he'd not be too sure as to why you're just so good at walking that line with him.

And sometimes he has to admit, his fingers are itching.

Just like today, where you're just constantly annoying him by either repeating his words for no reason, or by making his job absolutely impossible. Though, taking care of you at your apartment and making sure you're getting the hang of normal everyday life-tasks wasn't really in his job description, to be fair. He's not even getting paid extra for this.

Why is he doing this again?

He's not sure, but he also can't really think about it for much longer, because right now, you've overstepped the line. There's no way you don't know what you're doing, and no one can blame him for physically acting on this, because how dare you.

You just bit him.

And he's reacting accordingly, at least if someone was to ask his instincts in that moment, a hand on the back of your neck pressing you down into your couch, while you growl to yourself. And the second he realizes what he's doing, he wants to apologize-

when he notices your tail wagging. Even this right now, is still a fucking game to you.

"Don't tell me you're pissed just cause I nipped your arm there." You laugh, probably sensing that he's not serious yet. "Boo-hoo. Now lemme go, I wanna watch TV-" You start to struggle, successfully slipping out of his grip- but he's not done yet.

He can't let this stand.

So just as you're ready to slip off the couch, he grabs you by your waist, just to pull you back, his body entirely covering yours, keeping you in place while he bites your neck.

Scruffs you, like the spoiled, unmannered pup you are.

And the reaction is almost instantaneous- compared to how on other occasions you've simply accepted and reluctantly agreed to his scolding, right now, you're fully submitting, tail between your legs underneath him, a soft whine coming from you. And it's now that he realizes, he's never had the upper hand over you, never had you under control at all.

You've always simply let him win.

Once he lets go of you, ready to apologize for acting so harshly, you instead crawl onto his lap, clinging to him, quietly. Visibly in need for his comfort again, desperate to get back on his good side.

Oddly how he remembers himself acting when he was younger, and scolded by his own parents.

Suddenly, you're not all that bold anymore, not even apologizing, simply leaning into him, rubbing your cheek against his clothes whenever he stops holding you. It all happened so quickly that he doesn't even process it that much right now, but all he knows is that whatever happened definitely got the message across for you.

"I'll never bite again.." You mumble into his shoulder, hiding away from him, and he laughs, running a hand up and down your back.

"No, it's fine. It just caught me off guard." He explains himself. "I'm a wolfdog mix, so I apologize I reacted like that. I couldn't really help it." He offers you, and you nod.

"No, I was being mean." You defend him. "Can I continue cuddling you? Or do you want to leave?" You ask, giving him the genuine option to go- and he knows, he probably should.

But instead, he shakes his head, and sits a bit more comfortably.

Holding you until you fall asleep, while he watches some random TV channel in your apartment.

[cosmicluvcore]

To be human part 1

Rottmnt Leo x reader, gender-neutral, friends to lovers, jealous Leo

Summary: Leo has the biggest crush on you, but he's afraid that you'd never date a mutant, so with the help of a cloaking brooch, he plans to become your perfect human boyfriend!

Part 2 here

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Okay I have to be honest. I saw someone with this idea, but I have no clue where it came from originally. If you know who I should credit, please tell me!!

Anyways, this concept gave me way too many ideas hope you enjoy.

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Leo wasn't great at dealing with his feelings.

He'd been crushing on Y/N for far too long, the terrapin couldn't even remember when the whole thing started.

A few loving glances and a flirty joke or two had suddenly burst into the thought of Y/N keeping him up at night. He wasn't great at hiding it either, blushing like an idiot when they smiled his way.

Leo knew he needed to tell them sooner or later, but he hadn't worked up the courage yet. A part of him hoped they secretly felt the same way and would confess to him, but there'd been no sign of that happening anytime soon. Leo wanted to confess, he really did, but... what if they didn't feel the same way? What if it made their friendship weird? What if he looked like an idiot? What if they never wanted to speak to him again?!

There were just too many 'what ifs' for his liking.

So Leo had decided to take the easy way out, hoping that Y/N would just see how great he was, then he wouldn't have to deal with any uncomfortable conversations. He started going out of his way to impress them, saving them on missions, being overly nice, letting them win in video games, giving them his last pizza slice, (which is very valuable by the way!)

Not that he'd ever admit it, but Leo had spent an embarrassingly long time researching 'how to get your crush to like you back'.

He'd bought a cologne for Pete's sake! But no matter what he did, they never seemed to notice.

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It was a ordinary evening. Leo and the others sat in the projector room watching a movie. Raph, Mikey and Y/N were sitting comfortably on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows. Meanwhile, Donnie and Leo took the couch, popcorn in their hands. They were watching some random action movie. Leo wasn't really paying attention.

He was more focused on Y/N.

Y/N had started fawning over the male love interest and that began to spark a little- scratch that, a LOT of jealously in Leo's heart. Every scene that guy appeared in they were freaking out, gushing over him like he was the best thing since sliced bread.

The blue-masked turtle scoffed to himself as the character appeared again, narrowing his eyes at the screen.

What was so great about this guy anyway?

Leo was twice as charming as him, he was the one with good looks, great one-liners and clearly the best ninja skills. This guy barely spoke a word and Y/N was blushing like crazy. But as he kept watching the film, something clicked in his mind.

He was human.

That's something Leo could never beat. Sure, 'biologically' he was part human, but he didn't exactly look like it. The turtle shifted a little in his seat, the uncomfortable feeling of insecurity settling in.

"Leo? Are you good?" Donnie asked, snapping him out of his thoughts for a moment.

"Me? Yeah, I'm great," Leo replied quickly, glancing away from his brother's gaze,

"It's just that this movie sucks, never letting Raph choose again!" He lied, that playful smirk returning to his face as he saw his eldest brother's reaction.

"Hey!" Raph called out from afar.

As the movie continued, Leo sighed deeply and took another handful of popcorn, chewing the kernels absentmindedly and leaning back in his seat. Was that really why Y/N wasn't interested in him? Because he wasn't human? There wasn't much he could do about that, it's not like there was just some magic spell that could-

Leo's face lit up as an idea popped into his mind, cloaking brooches. Yokai used them, April's slime friend had one, so they must be easy to find. Leo's mind started spinning with possibilities. If he could get his hands on a cloaking brooch, he could be human and finally get Y/N's attention! But, where would he get one?

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For once, Leo was distracted as Y/N entered his room. Usually he'd be all over them chatting up a storm, but he was sitting on his bed glancing away from them.

"Leo?" They asked softly, watching as the turtle was startled by the interruption.

"Hey, what's with the jump scares?" Leo joked with a playful chuckle,

"I thought we were friends." He said in mock offense, leaning onto his back and over-dramatically draping his hand over himself.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his shenanigans, "I just came to check on you drama queen, you're being weirdly quiet today."

Leo blinked at their observation. Jeeze, was he that obvious?

"Ohh well you know, I was just thinking about Raphs' riveting movie choice tonight." He replied casually, quick to make up an excuse.

I mean, technically, it wasn't a lie he had been thinking about the film.

Y/N rolled their eyes at that, "You're just salty it wasn't your choice tonight, besides that movie wasn't so bad." They replied, calmly leaning against the door frame.

"Ooh really? You're just saying that because you were all over the male lead," He retorted, grinning smugly as he watched their cheeks flush, "You, my friend, are biased."

"Well- Can you blame me? That guy was a total stud." Y/N blurted out defensively.

"He was alright, I guess. Just totally not as hot as the real stud in the room." He said with a cocky smirk as he gestured towards himself.

Y/N let out a laugh at that.

Normally, Leo wouldn't take such a tiny thing to heart, but his ego took a hit from the way Y/N laughed at him. He was the type to eagerly take any opporunity to see them smile, but this time it felt like they were laughing at him. Scoffing at just the thought of him being attractive to them, it was this newfound level of insecurity that he didn't know how to handle.

"Alright Leo, seems like you're biased too." They said with a chuckle.

"I simply speak the truth." He shrugged in reply, trying to ignore the painful realization.

Thankfully, Y/N didn't seem to notice, "Well, I'm heading home. I'll see you around."

"I'll see you." Leo smiled, waving as he watched them go.

After the coast was clear, Leo let out a long annoyed sign. He leaned onto his back, letting the soft cushion of his bed comfort him as insecurities began to plague his mind.

He needed a cloaking brooch.

[eternalmarvel]

MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ belong ~

an: hello everyone ❄️ decided to write some more small fluff / filler content ! i swear there's not enough bi-han love man LETS KEEP THOSE FANFICS AND HEADCANONS ROLLING 😈also i came up with this idea while i was h!gh as hell so please excuse me if the idea itself seems a bit weird this is why i need requests from people because i am TOO lazy to think of any good ideas on my own

if u guys want something different to spice things up like headcanons or smthn just ask :-) honestly i don't know how good i'd be at writing smut so it's not of priority right now but if people request it i can certainly try

anyways i hope u guys enjoy some fluffiness to kick off the winter szn !!

note; bi-han and reader are married in this story + a little bit of toxicness but it's not from bi-han

++ this isn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes

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you had been married to bi-han for about a year now. your duties separate from the lin kuei often required you to travel far and abroad where you couldn't see your husband for weeks at the time. you didn't complain too much at first, but it got a bit frustrating after some time -- nothing that you couldn't overcome though. on the other hand, bi-han was IRRITABLE. it felt like the whole stronghold was walking on eggshells around its grandmaster, careful not to say or do the one thing that would set him off. he was sexually frustrated and grumpy on incomprehensible levels. everyone around the clan noticed how much angrier he had become. he'd bark orders at an unprecedented rate and mean mugged everyone who came across his path. even having the kitchen staff make all his favourite meals from when he was younger did nothing to wipe the horrible scowl painted on his face. when you were at the lin kuei stronghold, you and bi-han collectively sat down with the rest of the ninjas for dinners -- something that bi-han often avoided before meeting you. however, with a bit of nudging from you, he started to participate in group dinners more, even enjoying them (though he would never admit to this). there would still be a grimace on his face, but having you beside him made everything more palatable anyway. when asked why he seemed a little more irritable than usual, he stormed off and dismissed the question.

"i am the grandmaster, i will NOT answer to you."

smoke had realized that soon enough the only way to get him over his mood fluctuations and have some semblance of peace would be to get you back at the dojo. your phone's ringtone blared alarmingly, and you picked up the call in annoyance.

"tomas? what are you calling me about? can it wait? i'm really busy right now."

smoke lets out a sigh of relief now that he's gotten ahold of you.

"(name)! we really need you back at the lin kuei. bi-han's really ...cranky without you there," he whispers the last part, almost like he's scared bi-han will snatch him up out of nowhere. you pay no heed to tomas' concerning remarks, continuing to write down on the ledger on your desk.

"i'm sure my husband is just a little overwhelmed with his duties right now, this has nothing to do with me. give him some slack. he's fine."

smoke spoke with more urgency now.

"(name), he really is frustrated because of you. today, frost said '(name)’s hair' but he thought she meant '(name)’s here' and i swear i thought i saw his eyes gloss over like a dog seeing its owner for the first time in forever. ever since he found out frost was talking about your hair and not about you actually being here, he's been giving frost dirty looks. i think she's starting to get pissed off now that i think about it..."

you put down your pen and look up at the curtains of the hotel room in front of you, sighing. it was more serious than you previously expected. your face twisted in cruel humour, and you knew it'd be funny to use this opportunity to prank your husband and see what his reaction is.

"you know what tomas. i'm sure i can get out of these meetings and make it back to the stronghold by tomorrow dawn. i'll come back."

tomas sighs, finally unanxious.

"thank you, (name)! i knew you'd pu-"

"but i wanna play a prank on him. and you're gonna help me observe and set the environment."

tomas sighs once again, but out of exasperation.

"i don't wanna participate if it's too extreme. i've already caught the brunt of bi-han's verbal torment this week." you chuckle at his expense. "don't worry tomas, i'll make sure he doesn't hurl an ice pick at you. this prank is harmless, i promise. it's just for me to see his reaction." "fine. what are you planning on doing?" "sit tight and don't stress. i'll tell you when i'm on my way back."

you had informed tomas of the most perfect plan. you'd get back to your husband -- not long enough that he'd go back to his normal, serene state when he was with you but enough that he'd manage to calm his heartrate a bit. you were planning on inviting the daughter of a family friend of bi-han's family when he was younger. she had eyes for him all these years, still pointing to hints that she would pursue him despite the fact that he was now married to you. you would invite her over and have her bug bi-han (dare you say, flirt) and follow him all around the stronghold. you wanted to see if that so-called sexual frustration that tomas was referring to earlier really mattered in the case of every woman or if it was exclusive to only you. was it toxic? perhaps. could it be considered manipulative to use his father's family friend's daughter who had probably loved him for the last 10 years to get him closer to you? most likely. would you love every second of it nonetheless? absolutely.

you didn't inform bi-han of your arrival. as far as he knew, you were still going to be a few weeks out from coming back. you walked in through a secret back entrance bi-han had only told you about just in case the stronghold was ever attacked and he needed to get you out safely. you walked through the corridors and heard your husband's hoarse voice coming from the large drawing room across from you. you walked in quietly and sneakily, but obviously not subtly enough considering bi-han had his eyes immediately on you.

"(name)....," he almost whispered, his eyes widening.

you give everyone in the room a wave, including the senior ninjas, which they kindly return with a nod of their own.

"clear the room," bi-han asserts hastily. his tone isn't as harsh as it was before. the ninjas comply almost immediately when they've noticed his demeanor soften up a bit, realizing that you've worked your magic. as soon as the last ninja is out the door, bi-han is by your side in a half of an instant, taking your face into his broad hands.

"hey," you say softly. you were tired from your trip, but being in his presence and ironically his warmth doubled the exhaustion and fatigue your body had attempted to so valiantly fight off.

"you didn't inform me of your early arrival."

you smile into his palm, your head tilting a bit as you rest your own palm on his hand.

"wanted to surprise you, my love."

he looks at you intensely for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

"i will excuse myself from my duties today. perhaps i can get kuai liang to take over for me."

"why, bi-han? we can catch up late. i don't want you neglecting your duties because of me."

a small scoff escapes his lips.

"it's been much of the other way around. we have not seen each other in weeks. the lin kuei can do without its grandmaster for a few hours."

you look at him mischievously for a brief second before you hear the faint sounds of footsteps outside the drawing room. your plan was coming to fruition before your eyes. rina had come along just on time.

"actually, bi-han, i think we might have a change of plans. rina is coming over today!"

bi-han shifted his gaze from you to rina, who was standing out in the hallway. it was safe to say he was unamused.

"rina. i wasn't aware you were going to be here. it seems as though i've been misinformed on MANY fronts," he says, side-eyeing you. you pay him no mind, bringing rina closer.

"i have to deal with a bit more business-"

bi-han looked at you in disbelief. who the hell did you think you were, the president? a grandmaster yourself?

"--BUT i promise it won't take too long. rina wanted to catch up with you too, so i thought why not kill two birds with one stone?," you say, trying to resist the impending smirk on your face. bi-han was clearly displeased but you gave his arm a squeeze and whispered, "just a few hours," and he knew he'd have your company again in no time. he sighed quietly, before slightly nodding again.

"if i must."

you disappeared to find smoke and left bi-han with rina to do god knows what. you found tomas sparring with some of the newer initiates out in the courtyard and ran up to him, dragging him away from kombat.

"h-hey!," smoke exclaimed.

"c'mon! i finally got bi-han to agree to meeting with rina. now we gotta go hide around the place and see how he reacts with her around."

"this is ... not nice.." smoke remarks uneasily.

you roll your eyes. yeah it isn't nice, but it's funny and it's not like you actually meant any harm by this prank. you and tomas make your way to the blindspots around the lin kuei and spot bi-han walking as rina edges closer to him. you guys get in close enough to try and make sense of their conversation.

bi-han walks into his room and changes into a new hanfu, the same shade of dark blue he often wears. the collar part of the attire is folded, and rina brings her hand closer to fix it but just as she’s about to mend it, bi-han grabs her hand.

“what do you think you’re doing,” he lowly seethes, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

rina shakes him off, annoyed. “i was just trying to help you, calm down!”

“unless i ask for your assistance, it is not required.” he says stoically before making his way down the corridor again. you and tomas both exchange a strange look. you didn’t want rina dead by the end of this prank. silence is shared between bi-han and rina for the next minute before the latter pipes up again.

"you haven't seen your wife in a while, huh?" rina asks coyly. bi-han turns to look at her for a second before turning back around and keeping that stern look on his face.

"no. her business keeps her away from m-the stronghold quite often,” bi-han remarks quietly.

“you know most wives stick with their husbands and don’t just leave them on their own for weeks on end. perhaps there may be something that you aren’t aware of…,” rina whispers before her statement trails off.

bi-han stops in his tracks and turns around yo face her.

“do not think to insinuate such horrible things about my wife again so shamelessly. you forget your place when you spew these things -- do not forget, SHE invited you here as a token of her hospitality. i did not."

rina chuckles. at first glance, it would seem that she does this sarcastically at first, but it seems like those words really stung rina.

"i'm leaving."

"you know your way out."

tomas sucks a deep breath in while you look down in defeat.

"ooh, boy. alright, i think you were right." "you needed a prank to prove that?!"

you wave tomas away.

"i will make sure there are no further casualties," you say to tomas, as you give him a small hit on his arm and make your way to your marital bedroom. on your way there, you see rina coming your way. you have to pretend like you didn't just witness your husband eat up this poor woman. you smile and put your hands together, bowing to her.

"hey rina! how's it going? i wa-" she puts her palm towards your face and continues walking away.

"i don't wanna hear from you." you watch her as she leaves, staring off into the distance momentarily and sighing. thank god she was an asshole or else it'd be really hard not to sympathize with her.

you walk into your bedroom and see bi-han on the bed. it seems he's getting ready for a bath -- he has a robe-like hanfu loosely draped around his body with his chest visible and and legs exposed. his hair is down and he is reaching for his back like it's aching.

"done with all my duties." you say innocently, your arms behind your back.

bi-han only looks at you momentarily and not even fully before going back to closing his eyes and mending his backache. you walk up to him carefully before sitting down beside him, using your hand to gently knead his back. he lets out a small groan of relief at your gesture.

"you've probably missed my massages all week," you say coyly.

"they were not the thing i missed."

you feel a blush creeping up on your cheek. being away from you for so long made him starved, like a dog meekly asking his owner for more rations. you felt horrible for being away for so long.

"i won't leave again for a while. i promise. we have lost-time to make up for," you say quietly. you prod at his hand and he envelops your hand in his, grazing the outside with his thumb.

"i'd rather not have lies spoken to me for the sake of momentary comfort."

you get up and gently move his right leg further to the right so you can sit on his thigh.

"now you know i can give you more than momentary comfort," you say smirking (but still VERY nervous).

in the blink of an eye, bi-han flips your body over and pins you to the bed, planting a long and voracious kiss at your lips. you bite at his lower lip and he responds by wrestling your tongue with his own. after what seems like an eternity of your mouths fighting for dominance with each other, you break the kiss as a string of saliva follows your mouths.

"you know, i saw everything that unfolded with rina. i think it really is safe to say we belong to one another."

bi-han looks at you with a hint of amusement. "i should have known you didn't have pure intentions with inviting her over." he slips his hand down your frame, erecting shivers from you. he plants small kisses trailing down your midsize.

"perhaps the rest of the lin kuei should know the grandmaster's wife isn't really as much of an angel as she lets everyone think she is."

[writingdisposal]

I can't stop thinking about Vox.

There two ways to think about Vox as a regular love interest. You could think that because this might be his first time ever genuinely liking someone, he'd stumble over his words and struggle to charm their little crush. He is just so overwhelmed with these new emotions. He doesn't know how to act, especially when his old tactics don't result in the expected reactions from you.

This version is cute, but I feel like, it's inaccurate to his character. I can agree that you might be his first genuine crush, but I don't think he'd get nervous that badly.

The first times these emotions rise up, he swallows them down. Yeah, yeah, a pretty face walks by. Of course, it'll peak his interest, but he can't lose sight of his goals and that is to broaden his influence. He will only have to confront his crush once you both get to talking.

"The name's Vox," he lowly spoke, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you." Quickly you take your hand back, not hiding your disinterest. "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine," you reply, noting his smile becoming a little straint, "Let's skip right ahead to business. I don't like wasting my time." "Ah, just the way I like it. Follow me," he said, gesturing you to his office. Vox held open the door, a charming gaze looking back at your stunning face. Up until now, no smile or joy was presented in your attitude, but as you passed him, you shot him a small smile, "Thank you." It made Vox's breath hitch. His eyes widened and his body tensed up a little, yet his smile stayed the same.

An airy chuckle escaped his lips, "No need to thank. Its common courtesy really." "In a place like this? It's rare," you countered, sitting down and waiting for him to follow. Vox quickly shut the door and sat down across from you. Talking to you was easy, especially when a laugh or two snuck in-between. Vox found himself relaxing, enjoying the sound of you voice more so than the actual deal.

This when it hits him that he has a crush. The realisation doesn't stop him or makes him stutter. The only clue you might have of him catching feelings is that he keeps adjusting himself in his seat or talks a little faster. Honestly, nothing else changes. His tone, voice, body language, smile and eyes don't change a bit. Nothing is less or more genuine than before, because Vox is a competent business man first before he is anything else. Over time it'll appear more clear... to others that is. You will stay oblivious because that is how Vox wants it to be. It's going to be far more likely for someone else to tell you that Vox has feelings for you than for him to admit it. Vox isn't a coward about his feelings per say. He will drop you hints when the moment is right, but that is all he is giving. He likes the moments spend together more than anything and if this is all he can get out of this that is just fine by him.

Of course, he wishes for more, but if it isn't what you want, then this is just as good for him. That attitude might change though if you get interested in another demon or spend less time with him. Days that should have been spent together become days where he roughly fucks some whores to let his frustrations out. Those days will also have him casually checking his cameras scattered across town, just to see if you're fine or with someone he should worry about. Naturally you have no idea of this occurring because Vox doesn't want the image of the "suave and charming business man" to slip away. He fears, he can't be this vulnerable with you, at least not now, because you might reject him outright and completely severe contact. So he will continue talking to you, exchanging witty comebacks as well as a flirtatious comment here or there.

Also I think this is clear from the beginning, but just to have added it, Vox would never use his powers on you. It feels forced and that's no fun. He will however use his power to maybe impress you, only if the situation suits it of course.

Ok, that's it. No more thoughts available rn.

[littlemissaddict]

Just a little idea that popped into my head while I was trying to sleep. And while I love reading reader x single dad! fics as someone who doesn't want kids I just feel it's not something I've come across in fics yet (it probably has been done and if you have any recs please send them my way)

Also this drifted away from my original idea and I'm too lazy to correct it so please enjoy whatever this has turned into.

"And then Ella" Steve was replaying the story animatedly across the table from her. They were on a first date, after having bumped into him at the grocery store last week where he had surprised her by asking her out.

"Sorry you've lost me, who's Ella" she asks, interrupting him but it was hard to follow the story when she had no idea who she was. She had figured she was another friend or something as it was the first time her name had been mentioned all night where as she'd heard all about the kids he used to babysit, his best friend Robin and the metalhead who had been adopted into the group but Ella was new.

Steve's face fell and she worried her question had upset him, had he already talked about her tonight and she'd missed it so now it had come across as she hadn't been listening. Oh god, it had been going so well and now she'd messed it up with one simple question.

"Have I not told you? I could've sworn I told you?" He asked, there was no accusations in his tone. Instead, he sounded more confused. She shook her head in answer to his questions and he sighed, "I could've, it's the first thing I tell people, how could I have not mentioned her" he was muttering more to himself than her.

She offered him what she hoped was a reassuring smile as she reached across the table to rest her hand over the top of his where at some point he'd clenched his napkin in his fist. He looked up at her touch, "it's okay you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" she reassured him. It may have been a first date but he didn't have to tell her his whole life story in one go, she hoped there'd be a few more where they could learn more about each other.

"No, she's someone I like to be up front about, I need to know before I get involved with anyone so they don't freak out and leave when they do eventually find out and then I'm left picking up the pieces" he explains and her heart bleeds for him, thinking about Steve thinking everything is going well only to be left picking the pieces of his heart up after they leave but she also can't help the anxious feeling building inside of her.

"Ella's my daughter"

Her face falls as soon as the words slip past his lips, a reaction she's quick to cover but not quick enough as Steve sees.

"I know it's a lot to take in especially when we're just getting to know each other that's why I like to make it known straight off the bat but tonight, I don't know I guess I just got so caught up in the excitement of being here with you that I forgot and that sounds terrible that I'm admitting to forgetting my own daughter but it's been a while since I've actually been excited for a date and well you've made me feel like a teenager again which I guess is why" he rambles, his eyes closing as he rubs his fingers against his temples before he looks back at her. "Please say something, even if it's just to tell me I'm an idiot" he all but pleads.

"Steve" she whispers. Her mind is going at a million miles a minute as she processes his confession and her own feelings. "I don't know, I really wasn't expecting to be discussing kids on a first date" she admits, "but since we're being up front then I can't lie but kids have never really been in my plans for the future and I know your not asking anything from me right now but I've enjoyed myself tonight and I really want to see where this goes but," she pauses glancing at Steve and she can tell that he's expecting her to tell him that she doesn't want to be with someone who already has a kid and the acceptance of it is written all over his face which is heartbreaking because he deserves love she's just not sure if she's the one.

"If this did progress, if we did get together I just don't know if I'd fit your expectations or even hers" she admits, already feeling like she'd be a disappointment to the both of them when she couldn’t fill the mother roll that she thought he was expected her to fill. "I just don't want it to get to the point where we realise that maybe it won't work and then we're left as you say picking up the pieces" she finishes with a sniffle, god please don't let her cry.

And Steve, wonderful Steve, leans even further across the table, his large palm cupping her cheek as a small smile graces his lips. "I have no expectations, this would be new for both of us as its only ever been me and her for the longest time, all I need to know is if you'd be willing to try, take things slow until we figure out us and then when you're ready then we introduce Ella, we could just even say your a friend if that makes you more comfortable" he tries and she melts under his touch, his gaze.

"I'm terrible with kids" she adds, giving him one last out to change his mind but he just chuckles.

"They're a learning curve, trust me but she's a good kid" he promises with a nod that somehow has her feeling at ease. Kids may have not been in her plan for the future but maybe one wouldn't be so bad.

[bluberryfields]

"What the hell did you just do?"

Part 2 of whatever. Continuing on with Tadfield Manor scenes, we get to the infamous "Wall" scene. I know it has been analyzed by many so far, but that's never stopped people in the world of literary analysis from spewing their own thoughts on well-reviewed texts. Also, I just want to.

Okay, so once they enter the manor building and see the management training branding, Crowley decides to "help out" and make all of the paintball guns into real machine guns. He snaps his fingers and points double finger guns at the passing "soldier".

Aziraphale is dumbfounded. "What the hell did you just do?

Such language, Angel! And no physical reaction to it like Crowley did when he said "Heaven's sake" in E6. Huh.

Crowley, meanwhile, is thoroughly pleased with himself. They want to battle? He's happy to oblige.

This plus the scare in the courtyard lets us see Crowley enjoying the few perks of being a demon. It's fucking adorable.

Aziraphale cannot comprehend how Crowley - who just miracled a stain away on his coat because it bothered him - could do something so thoroughly evil. And with a jaunty step!

If Aziraphale had pearls, he'd be clutching them so hard.

To which Crowley takes the opportunity to once again point out the flawed binary system of morality. We the audience will see this argument again in the Body Snatcher minisode, so it's fun to see how these two keep having the same old debates throughout time just with different causes with which to start from.

Pointing out hypocrisy while slinking down a hall? Crowley, you delicious tramp.

Aziraphale is still thoroughly horrified, but Crowley concedes with a sigh that everyone will, in fact, be fine. To me, his tone is a mix of disappointment at him not being quite as much of a bastard as he paints himself. He can't really hide his true self from Aziraphale.

I love how he can't stop moving his body. Snakes gonna slither.

Then here is it. The big moment. Smug little Aziraphale feels the need to mention how nice Crowley is underneath his demonic persona.

We now know that this is a reoccurring exchange, where Crowley must defend his title of Big Bad Demon in front of Azi's kind compliments. There's serious consequences to Crowley being labeled "nice" and Azi knows this by now. So why does he keep bringing it up? To provoke Crowley? To finally break him into admitting Azi is right? It's not like Azi can protect Crowley from Hell's wrath, but he pushes anyway.

I thought Crowley was the shit-stirrer in this relationship.

And now my favorite part. Sister Mary shows up and rightly implies these two are about to nail each other through the drywall. But when she recognizes Crowley, he stops her in her tracks.

The sass! It's off the fucking chart! Only an Angel could withstand such a display!

Aziraphale just straightens his clothes and lets the sass go unchallenged because he's still has a bit of self-preservation instincts left.

So I already talked about the "Luck of the devil" line from Aziraphale here, but it truly is a fun moment in the context of the whole scene. Crowley is worked up from the "nice" comment and Aziraphale's seeming refusal to stop analyzing him.

Horny Aziraphale is sassy and Crowley looks like he wants to bite through a door frame.

So, obviously, I've spent way too much time rewatching these scenes, but I do find it so interesting how we see so much of their relationship on display within just a few minutes. The different personality traits to draw them together while also pushing them apart.

The way Aziraphale knows how to work Crowley, who in turns knows how to indulge appropriately. (*cough* bullet catch *cough*)

The way Crowley happily taps into his demonic toolbox to spread a bit of chaos without actually causing serious harm. (*cough* Job *cough*)

The way Aziraphale reflexively tows the party line of Heaven even in the face of Crowley's demonstrations of humanity's instincts. (*cough* all of time *cough*)

And basically the way they bring out the best (and sometimes worst) of each other. Some might say they're a team. Or a group. A group of the two of them.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

A Life in the Hands of the Enemy -- Villain reluctantly saves Hero's Life *BONUS Scene* part 5

Warnings: semi-reformed Villain, recover whump, Villain saves Hero, non-consensual snuggling (don't overthink it, it's nothing bad -- more like forced comfort)

It took a solid hour of meticulous work for Zack to stitch every wound closed, but finally he found himself wrapping gauze over his patchwork to protect the stitches as he finished up.

"This situation feels familiar," he joked quietly, cleaning up the mess of blood everywhere. "Have I saved your life before?"

Amber only groaned in response, and Zack sighed heavily. "How's the pain?"

"...hero team... hrrr... here?" Amber mumbled drowsily, almost incoherent.

"No, it's just you and me," Zack chuckled, looming over her from where she lay on the couch. He pressed two fingers against her neck, checking her pulse and nodding to himself before he caught Amber staring up at him with a disoriented, dazed expression, no trace of hate or annoyance like he would usually get from her. Her eyes were rather striking, he had to admit, and even more beautiful when they weren't narrowed with determination or suspicion.

A small smile twisted the corners of his mouth. "What, you suddenly don't hate me anymore?" He teased playfully. "What's that look for?"

He got no reaction, and his smile faded, expression turning more curious instead. He leaned a little closer, peering into her amber eyes before his gaze flicked down to her mouth. "I just... want to try something..."

Zack hesitated, and then, he leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips for the first time, soft and sweet, before pulling back. Amber just blinked up at him, no snarky retorts... nothing.

"Okay, you are really out of it," Zack laughed, cheeks reddening. "Hopefully out of it enough you won't remember this when the drugs wear off." His gaze swept over her limp form, and he had to consciously stop his mind from going places it shouldn't.

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how hard it is for me not to take advantage of you like this," he murmured. He went to his bed and grabbed a large fluffy blanket, returning to the couch to drape it across Amber, who was shivering hard from blood loss. "Don't hate me, but you'll warm up faster if I'm next to you," he ventured.

Amber still didn't speak, too heavily drugged to be in the right state of mind, so with questionable consent, he climbed onto the couch, sighing as he settled down next to her. The couch was barely large enough to fit both of them side-by-side, but it would work for now.

Zack cautiously tilted Amber's head to rest on his warm shoulder, then started gently rubbing her cold shoulders to help her warm up. She must have lost more blood that he originally thought, and his brow creased with sudden worry.

To his surprise, though, Amber didn't fight him, and even shifted a little closer into his warmth, though Zack was pretty sure she would never do that if she was lucid enough to realize who she was with. So he'd enjoy it while it lasted, however long that may be.

He listened to Amber's breaths gradually slow as she drifted off next to him, and he felt a wistful ache in his chest, knowing he'd never have the kind of friend he wanted in her. She would always be Hero, and he would always be Villain… it wasn't worth it to let his mind fantasize about all the ‘what ifs’. Zack just wasn't destined to have friends.

(Should I keep going?? I felt like this is a good stopping point) UPDATE: I am now continuing it thanks to everyone who demanded it!

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[tangled-wires-and-a-dead-heart]

Perthehaps.... 3,8 and 14 Wesley?

Thanks for the ask!!! :D (for this ask game!)

Oh Wesley, my prickly bookworm <3

3. Who does your mc not get along with? Why?

Wesley does not like Stella. She's just way too much for him and he doesn't really mesh well with people like that. He doesn't hate her by any means, he even starts to want to try to be on better terms with her, (and everyone really. It's a part of his little character arc where he realizes that "hey, maybe the way that I treat people isn't the greatest and I should actually give people a chance instead of just assuming that they already don't like me and treating them like they do hate me.") but she's not his first pick in terms of company.

He also doesn't care for Sybil. He didn't go to see her with Stella on Monday so he was very confused when this strange woman on the street started telling him about portents of doom and incoming disasters, it all sounded like a load of nonsense to him. And then all of the weird stuff he noticed with Kaneeka and the fact that it was her who encouraged Joan to start poisoning Reese (and Joan's whole "Don trust her, she's a snake" thing)...yeah it doesn't paint the prettiest picture in his mind, so he'd rather keep her at arms length.

8. Why did they decide to come to the funeral?

I don't think that he'd ever admit this, but (deep down) Wesley was so glad when Tabitha reached out to him. See, he lives a very monotonous life and while he does enjoy structure, he has been beginning to grow tired of it all. He's stressed out and kind of hates everything about his life. He hates where he lives, he hates his loud roommates who don't ever seem to listen to him when he tells them he needs to be able to focus, and he's just trying to push through it all and work off his law school debt.

When Tabitha told him about the funeral, he thought that it would be a nice break from it all.

14. Is your mc good with people?

Oh god no. He's awful at social interaction in basically all forms and has a hard time forming (and maintaining) relationships with people.

Wesley is very blunt and doesn't sugarcoat anything that he says. This naturally leads to a lot of social faux pas and him accidentally saying things that come off as rude and adversarial (even in the cases where he's not trying to be). His social battery is perpetually burnt out and he doesn't have a lot of patience for dealing with people who are extremely loud and outgoing.

He's good at carrying himself in conversation when it involves work/planning/research and anything that he's personally interested in (which is generally just books and anything that he's currently researching) but he's completely lost when it comes to casual conversation, he just doesn't know what to say to people. Like, he can identify when something is wrong with someone and that something is bugging them, but he is awful at actually giving comfort to people.

When Wesley can get along with people, it's usually those who are similar to him in some way. Whether it be that they have the same hobbies or the same general unsociability or some other thing.

And as stated above, Wesley assumes that the majority of people in scarlet hollow already don't like him, and seeing people's general reactions upon him arriving in scarlet hollow for the first time doesn't help in breaking that view. He thinks "hey, the majority of these people don't like me. I'm literally just going to be here for a week and then I'm going back to Portland and I'll never see any of these people again, there's no point in bending over backwards trying to get them to like me."

[rielzero]

The Nightly Eight and Four (Post-game)

Just a wee drabble

It's only moments ago that they were sharing a compassionate entanglement between lovers, and now Loki rests his head against Astarion's shoulder whilst he brushes his hand across the other's cheek.

''Hmh.'' A soft, gentle moan escapes the half elf's lips as he readjusts himself and cracks the muscles in his back. ''Don't you get bored..?''

''Of what..? You? Never.'' Astarion reassures him, confused at the sudden comment. ''But you're tired, my sweet. I'll have you know, I quite enjoy watching you fall asleep.''

''It Must be strange to you, conceptually. Sleep, that is. But that's not what I meant.. While I sleep for eight hours, you only meditate for about four. And yet you lay here still.''

''Ah.. Hmmh.''

Loki looks up at him as he ponders, trying to get a better look at his micro expressions.

''Is there something wrong with being cuddled while you sleep?'' Astarion smirks, causing Loki to raise a brow.

''Am I a glorified pillow to you?''

''Preposterous, you're not an object.''

''I was just teasing.''

''You're my shiniest treasure, but undead as you are, you are not a ''thing'' to me. And I like to think that I keep you warm whilst you slumber.''

''Awh. You're so cute.'' Loki moves a little forward, giving Astarion a kiss on the cheek. The vampire lord gains some color in his face.

''And you are, infuriatingly adorable. Blood-boiling, warmth-stealing, attention-grabbing.''

''Heh. ..Funny, I completely forgot what my skin felt like before I turned.'' Loki looks up at the ceiling, trying to recall the exact sensation as his eyes lose focus. ''I.. Can only recall the ache that came with it, really. I don't miss that at all.'' He buries his face back onto Astarion's shoulder.

Astarion lets out a sigh as he fights a feeling of guilt creeping up, remembering Loki's own words of the night after. It echoes in his mind, like a hymn too sacred to forget. Then, he notices Loki has positioned himself to listen to his pulse. He looks at his chest sleepily, entranced. Astarion puts a hand to his chest, listening to his own thrumming heartbeat. On occasion it would beat faster, rising and jumping in reaction to hormones. In a strange way, the roles had been reversed. He recalls resting his head on Loki's chest to listen to his heartbeat almost a year ago.

The weirdest thing about it was that he himself remained distinctly undead even with mephistoles' blessings. A heartbeat and a faint warmth radiated, but skin pale and eyes stained red. Some gifts were subtle, others more obvious.

''Too be completely honest, I struggle getting out of bed because you look so peaceful every single time.'' He admits, leaning his chin on Loki's head. ''So I just spend the night thinking, planning.. Plotting.''

''Like a mastermind with a cat on his lap, hm?''

Astarion chuckles. ''My dearest pet. You read too many fairy tales.''

''Hmm..'' Loki sounds like he was about to mumble, nodding off.

The vampire lord takes a moment to watch the movement of his consort's chest heaving up and down out of habit, in slow and calm rhythms. As the pattern settles, it's as if he's dead to the world.. Breathing, but not really, with no heartbeat to go along with.

If not for the slight movements and muscle spasms across his face, you'd think he was an actual corpse. Pale as death, cold, the warmth of lover's embrace only just now starting to wither away. Limp in his arms. To some, he'd be an actual corpse. Being a vampire is a strange thing.

''Anything for you.'' The possessive undertones escape from Astarion's lips as he wraps his arms tighter around the now sleeping half elf. He continues softly muttering words of endearment, enthralled by the sight of the sleeping groom.

''The whole world.'' His eyes glow sinisterly as he caresses the bitemarks on Loki's shoulder.

''The sun.'' Astarion continues to draw little patterns over Loki's skin with his fingers.

''The universe.''

Finishing his nightly ritual of obsessive ranting, he shifts in a more comfortable resting position, making sure he doesn't wake up his eternal lover.

Back to four hours of scheming.. Then, reverie, timing it right so he'd awaken before the other. To him, Loki's nightly routine was fascinating and beautiful, even if a little alien. Not that an angelic potion hadn't brought him closer to dreaming once before. Sleep was indeed strange, but..

The tranquility of watching him slowly awake every morning reminded him of Loki's rebirth, which greatly comforted the vampire lord.

Death itself had long since become an after thought.