#gemini x reader

[celestialmatcha7]

Hey girly could you possibly write for Gemini and how him and his s/o met through a collaboration together with some friends ?

first encounters | gemini

pairing: gemini x fem! rapper! reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.1k

summary: when y/n performs at waterbomb with lee hwimin, gemini takes notice and asks her to collaborate in the studio. a blossoming connection unfolds between the two artists.

author's note: i had to do some research because i wasn't really familiar with him. once i did, i fell in love with his music and became a fan. highly recommend for more people to listen to him. to the person that requested, i hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for requesting. this was fun to write. <33

It all started at Waterbomb Festival, but not the way you’d think.

Yes, I was on stage, dripping wet, singing my heart out with my usual energy. But this time, I wasn’t just on stage for my solo set. I had the honor of performing alongside Lee Hwimin. He and I had worked together a few times before, and the crowd went wild as we dropped a track we’d been working on for weeks. The chemistry between us was electric—his producing skills and my vocals meshed perfectly. The crowd felt it, and we fed off the hype.

What I didn’t know at the time was that someone else in the crowd was paying very close attention.

That someone? Gemini.

I later found out that Gemini and Hwimin had been friends for years. They’d grown up in the same neighborhood, bonded over music since high school, and had collaborated on various tracks over the years. Hwimin had always spoken highly of him—talked about Gemini’s laid-back nature, how he had this quiet confidence about him, and how his sound was unique and raw. But what he never mentioned? How the guy could get completely flustered around someone he was into.

I wouldn’t find that out until later.

A few days after the festival, I opened my DMs and saw a message from none other than Gemini himself.

“Hey, saw your performance with Hwimin at Waterbomb. You two killed it. I’ve been meaning to ask, would you be down to collab sometime? I think we’d vibe well 🤍 - Gemini”

It was simple, no fluff, no hype. Just straight to the point. And honestly? That’s what I liked. I shot him a message back, agreeing to meet up. He was professional, no beating around the bush. That kind of confidence was refreshing.

We set a date to meet at a studio.

The first time we met, it was... awkward. But in that charming, “we’re both professionals and this could work” kind of way.

Gemini walked into the studio with his usual calm demeanor—hoodie, slides, that quiet energy that made him seem like he wasn’t trying too hard, but still clearly had everything together. I was already there, going over some tracks, looking down at my phone to hide my nerves.

He greeted me with a simple “Hey” as he set down his bag. I returned the greeting and gave him a nod. Then we both stood there for a beat, not really sure what to do next.

“So… we start with the basics, or do you want to dive into ideas?” I asked, trying to keep things casual.

He smiled—just a little—and shrugged. “No rush. I think I’m good either way.”

We got to work, but the first hour was full of the usual “no, you go first” and awkward laughs when we kept cutting each other off. But slowly, as we started to play around with beats, things started clicking. He started layering his own ideas, then I’d add a few of mine. We bounced off each other in a way that felt natural, not forced.

It didn’t take long before we got comfortable—laughing over bad lyrics, remixing loops, and getting into the groove. I could see why Hwimin had always spoken so highly of him—he was a perfectionist in the best way. But he was also down-to-earth, no pretentiousness about him.

Over the next few weeks, we continued working together. Every session felt like it was getting easier, more fun. We’d spend hours building tracks, fine-tuning melodies, and getting into deep conversations about our favorite music, the industry, and everything in between.

But during one of the sessions, I noticed something—Gemini started acting a little... off. Not in a bad way, just... a little more flustered than usual. He’d glance at me when I wasn’t looking, his cheeks going a bit pink when I laughed at something he said. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was like he was holding back.

Then, one night, after we wrapped up another track, he did something unexpected.

“Hey, um... I was wondering…” he started, his voice a little quieter than usual, “If you’re free, would you want to go to an art museum with me? Like, as a date...?”

I blinked, not sure if I heard him correctly. He was nervous, and it was honestly kind of adorable.

I smiled, giving him an easy response. “Sure. Send me the details.”

The night of the date, I could tell Gemini was a little nervous when he picked me up. He showed up at my door, wearing a simple jacket and jeans, but there was this added nervous energy to him that made me smile. His eyes were a little wider than usual, and he kept glancing at me like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands. When he opened the door for me, his gaze lingered just a second too long.

“You look…” he stammered, visibly flustered, “You look amazing.”

It was cute, the way he was trying not to let his feelings show, but I could see it. He was trying to keep it cool, but I could tell I had caught him off guard. And honestly, it made me like him even more.

The museum date was perfect. We walked through exhibits, exchanging thoughts on the art, making little jokes about the pieces we didn’t get, and stealing glances at each other when we thought the other wasn’t looking.

Somewhere between the sculptures and paintings, he quietly admitted that he had been into me since we first met through Hwimin. That he’d found something about me—how I carried myself, how focused I was on the music—really intriguing.

I told him the feeling was mutual. That his quiet confidence was something I admired. The chemistry was there, and it was undeniable.

By the end of the night, it wasn’t just the tracks we’d made that had me hooked—it was him.

Now? We’re still making music. Still creating together. And every time I hear one of our songs, I remember that first awkward meeting in the studio, the nervous date night, and how, somehow, it all just fit.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I NEED Gemini they are taking over my thoughts I want them to hold me in their arms but also I want them to leash me and treat me like a dog

Congratulations on being the first Gemini simp in my inbox, honestly surprised it took this long.

[sayangrafayel]

Caleb: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

MC: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

[A/N: I'm a Gemini so I can post this 😎]

[wingfleur]

holy shit i love both your grayson fics (both graysons). i like imagining either one jealous cuz theyd have such different reactions. lemme read the jason todd one too. i love your work ong

eee, hello, nonnie! thank u for the kind words! i really hope u enjoyed the jason fic— i got a brainworm, blacked out, and emerged w 1000 words of freak shit... whoops! and i’m about to do the same thing here! 😛

but as for the graysons... i don't think jealous!mark has ever really crossed my mind for real up until now. kinda shocking, honestly, bc i think about him a lot, but i think it's because i always imagine him in scenarios where he and reader are both young, dumb, and totally into each other. like, there's never much room for jealousy bc there's never much room for anybody else. but now that i'm thinking about it... mark would be so whiny and pouty when he's jealous, LMAO. like, if you're not together, but kinda got something going on and are intentionally trying to make him jealous? you'd literally be able to see his frustration bc he carries it in his shoulders, but it would take him a while to crack and say smth about it. oh, and william shoulders the brunt of his whining. like, if it gets to a certain point, he'll actually start hitting ur phone and beg u to stop ducking mark so yall can sort this out and he can go back to living a peaceful life. but in a jealous!mark x mean!reader scenario? like one where u don't really gaf about him fr, but that's exactly what makes his dick hard 😭? omg... all the other people you've gone on dates with and came to class with hickies from have not been in spite of mark at ALL bc u don't even register he exists half the time. it's literally just u living ur life, and he knows this!!!, but he still gets his panties in a twist over it </3 and i promise u that william is sick and tired of his bullshit in this au too, LOL. he's literally this 🤏🏽 close to telling mark to take his girl problem— singular— and his humiliation kink— bc that's what it is at this point— and get tf on!

as for dick, canonically, i don't think he's the jealous type. he's more of a "tell me if u want me fr, bc if not, lets break up so u don’t cheat on me and i’ll have to compartmentalize it, move on, and break down about it a year later" type of guy. no harm, no foul, but a bit of love lost. but ex-bf!dick? oh bitch, he's another story... and i don't even know if i would call him the jealous type or not bc if you and him are/were fucking around and you tried to push him out of the picture, he'd be nothing but annoying and invasive about it, LMFAO. his reaction is purely situational: the circumstances are what will tell me if he's actually jealous and lowkey-highkey super butthurt about it, or if he doesn't gaf fr and is solely doing this out of spite 😭. and ex-bf!dick doesn't really care about what you want fr either, bc what you need is him, and he knows you know that, yet all you do play... :/ worst part is he's ridiculously confident about it, too. like, he has absolutely no issue forcing himself back into ur circle and poking at ur boundaries bc he knows whoever you're seeing right now doesn't hold a candle to how good he can treat u; its only a matter of time before u drop ur guard. but its okay! what u like is the chase, and luckily, he does too!, but play time is over, sweetheart, so quit messing around and take off them drawls 🤷🏽‍♀️

# — navigation

[bloodbrown]

P x Reader Relationship Headcanons

• P would confess his feelings to you first. After meeting Julian, he realizes shortly after that he himself is the puppet that's fallen in love with a human.

• The first show of affection he does upon you accepting his confession is lightly kiss both of your cheeks.

• As the relationship progresses, two kisses on each cheek becomes commonplace when he's greeting you, saying goodbye, cuddling or comforting you.

• When he kisses you, sometimes he'll tell you that you taste good. Please thank him for letting you know.

• Sometimes P's smooches are kinda... wet. He puts too much mouth into them. Especially when he's being very affectionate. This is fine when he's kissing you on the lips, but no one wants their forehead or cheek covered in puppet saliva...

• If you have any sort of marking, scar, or other quirk on your skin, P takes a bit of an interest in it. He's curious about human features and will probably want to compare his skin with yours.

• You use nicknames for each other of course. After the Krat restoration, when he is going by "Pinocchio" you start calling him "Pino," "Pinocchi," even "Pocchi." There are like, 10 different shortenings of his own name that you use. Plus his other standard pet names.

• P just referred to you as "You" for a while, when trying to give you a pet name. This actually stuck, and now he warmly coos "You..." When he sees you. Please respond with, "Me." He likes this.

• P's favorite way to go to sleep at night is with you. In your bed. Being the little spoon is relaxing for him, but he also likes to fall asleep facing you. Waking up to your beautiful, supple human face is heaven for him.

[geminixwritess]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

pairing: rafe cameron x spoiledbrat!fem!reader summary: the four times you told rafe it was an emergency, and the one time it actually was warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, note: this idea has been haunting me for weeks and i had to write it. i’m obsessed with rafe & spoiled brat reader, and i honestly could see this becoming a series because I’m loving this dynamic! let me know your thoughts!! word count: 3.7K

#1: a financial emergency

Despite being in a high-stakes business meeting with your father and his, Rafe knew better than to ignore your call. You two had only been seeing each other for a few months, but after he ignored your call once and you raised hell about it, he promised never to make that mistake again. Flashing his signature charismatic smile, he excused himself from the room and answered the phone.

"Guess what?!" you exclaimed excitedly before Rafe even had a chance to say hello.

"What is it, baby? I'm in a crucial meeting with your dad, so unless it's an emergency, I'll have to call you back," Rafe responded, trying to get back into his father’s office as quickly as possible.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you scoffed, "Oh, this is definitely an emergency, Rafe. Trust me, my dad can wait five minutes."

Feeling a slight pang of concern at your urgent tone, Rafe gripped the phone a little tighter and asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"You know that adorable boutique I love in Chapel Hill?" you began, your voice filled with excitement.

"You love quite a few boutiques, baby. You'll have to be a bit more specific," Rafe teased gently.

"Rafe, I literally said the one in Chapel Hill. How much more specific can I be?" you replied with a hint of exasperation.

Trying to suppress his amusement, Rafe sighed, "Alright, what's going on at the boutique in Chapel Hill?"

"They're having a massive sale! I tried calling my dad, but I forgot he's tied up in that meeting he has with you. Can you please tell him to transfer some money for me?" you pleaded eagerly.

"Y/N, you said this was an emergency," Rafe reminded you, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Rafe, trust me, it really is an emergency. I called him multiple times and he’s not answering," you explained urgently.

"How do you suggest I approach my father's biggest business rival and ask him for money for his daughter? I thought we agreed to keep our relationship under wraps," Rafe pointed out, concern creeping into his voice.

"Just tell him the truth - that we're together and that he needs to transfer some funds to my account. I couldn't care less if he finds out. The most adorable shoes in the entire world are here," you declared, your excitement palpable.

Unable to contain his grin at your dramatic flair, and knowing you didn’t mean what you said, Rafe chuckled, "Alright, I'll send over some money. Can't have my baby looking anything less than perfect."

"I'll treat you to a fashion show once I'm back and you're out of that meeting," you promised with a mischievous tone.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," Rafe replied warmly, already looking forward to the playful fashion show awaiting him.

#2: a friend emergency

“Rafe, it’s an emergency,” you insisted, your voice slicing through the heated atmosphere in the room.

“Like fuck it is, baby,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his eyes dark with desire. “Just call Sarah back later.”

“She said her and John B got in a fight, and she’s called twice,” you explained, your tone filled with urgency.

“Who gives a shit about that pogue? I’m literally inside you,” he stated, voice dripping with disbelief as he thrust deeper, making your breath hitch.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to be deterred, and readjusted yourself on his cock, eliciting a guttural moan from Rafe. He threw his head back against your pillow, his grip on your waist tightening as he struggled to maintain control.

“I’m calling her back,” you declared, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.

“I’m not stopping,” he warned, his movements never faltering.

“I didn’t ask you to,” you shot back, your voice a mix of defiance and desire. With a swift swipe, you answered Sarah's call, trying to steady your breath.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice calm and composed.

“Y/N, thank God you answered! John B and I had a huge fight, and I don’t know what to do,” Sarah's voice trembled with emotion on the other end.

Rafe's pace quickened, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “Take a deep breath, Sarah. It’s all gonna be okay. Just tell me what happened,” you managed, your voice wavering slightly as you tried to maintain your composure.

As Sarah poured out her heart, her brother’s hands roamed your body, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. You struggled to focus on Sarah's words, your mind and body torn between the intense pleasure and the need to be a supportive friend.

“I... I think he’s going to end it with me,” Sarah sobbed.

“He won’t, Sarah. You two always work things out,” you reassured her, your voice shaky.

Rafe’s movements became more deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity. You could feel the tension building within you, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Sarah continued, her voice breaking.

“Take tonight to clear your head, and then have a heart-to-heart with him tomorrow. You’ve got this, and I’m here for you,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper as Rafe's relentless pace drove you closer to the edge.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” you added hastily, ending the call before she could respond.

As the phone slipped from your hand, you let out a breathy moan, finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. Rafe’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his grip on you tightening.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

“Right here,” you breathed, your body moving in perfect sync with his, lost in the intoxicating mix of passion and urgency.

#3: a party emergency

Rafe barely took the extra second to put his black Range Rover in park before jumping out and sprinting into Topper’s house, which was packed with hundreds of Kildare teens reveling in the party atmosphere. The house was a chaotic swirl of loud music, flashing lights, and the unmistakable scent of spilled alcohol.

While most of the partygoers were dressed in casual, trendy outfits, Rafe had sped straight from work and was still in his tailored suit. Ignoring the drunken idiots slinging drinks everywhere—some splashing drops on the floor and others on his shoes—he quickly navigated through the throng of bodies. His heart pounded in his chest as he ascended the stairs two at a time, heading for the guest bedroom where you had called him from.

“Y/N!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Open the door!”

He heard your drunken giggle from the other side, easing his worry slightly, but he wouldn’t feel peace until he laid eyes on you. The click of the door unlocking made him reach for the doorknob and push it open before you even had the opportunity to let him in.

“Woah,” you smiled drunkenly as he shut the door behind him. He cupped your cheeks and checked you over, realizing that you were, in fact, completely fine and that it was not the emergency you had made it out to be when you called him crying.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” He sighed, a mix of relief and annoyance flooding through him as he pulled you into his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I missed you,” you stated, as if it were obvious that the emergency was simply your longing for him.

He shook his head, exasperated. “You can’t just call me and tell me it’s an emergency when it’s clearly not one.”

You attempted to pull away from him, but he held you tight, refusing to let go. You grumbled, “There was an emergency. I was all alone. Everyone coupled off and left me all by myself without you.”

Rafe’s frustration melted into a tender smile as he realized how much you needed him. “Alright, alright,” he murmured, his tone softening. “I’m here now. Let’s get you home, okay?”

A wide grin spread across your face as you lazily wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “No! Now that you're here, we can have some fun.”

You tried to pull him towards the party, and he reluctantly let you, knowing full well that he’d likely be carrying your unconscious body to his car within the next thirty minutes.

#4: a fashion emergency

While Rafe typically loathed Midsummers and only attended to pacify his father, this year was particularly excruciating—simply because you were there with your family. You'd think your presence would enhance the experience, but seeing you look that stunning while he couldn't be by your side was pure torment.

In previous years, you had managed to escape attending due to your father's insistence that it was an adults-only affair, a thinly veiled excuse for his own alcohol indulgence without his children present. But now, having just graduated high school, your father wanted to showcase your achievements, basking in reflected glory before you headed off to an Ivy League institution.

When you told Rafe of your plans to attend this year, he considered persuading you to reveal your relationship with him to your father—a move that would assert his place alongside you among Figure Eight's elite. Ultimately, he decided against it, knowing it would cause more problems for you and his family long term.

As Rafe sat next to his father, plastering on a fake smile and nodding through a conversation with a man he barely knew, his eyes wandered toward your family's table, only to find you absent. He scanned the surrounding area, searching for any sign of you, but came up empty-handed. Just as a knot of concern started to form in his stomach, he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he found a message from you waiting for him.

my baby: bathroom. now. future hubby💍: R u ok? my baby: it’s an emergency. get here now.

Without excusing himself, Rafe abruptly left his father’s table and made his way inside the Island Club. He ran a hand over his shaved head and flexed his fists, ready to fight whoever fucked with his girl.

Rafe pushed through the crowded hallways of the Island Club, ignoring the curious glances from other partygoers. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the women’s bathroom door. Without hesitation, he knocked once before swiftly pushing it open and slipping inside once he noticed that it appeared no one was inside.

“Y/N?” he called out quietly, his voice echoing in the tiled room.

From one of the stalls, you responded, “I’m in here.”

He quickly crossed the room and opened the stall door to find you sitting on the closed toilet seat, looking distressed but unharmed. Relief washed over him, though he remained on edge.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, crouching down to your level and taking your hands in his.

You sighed, looking up at him with a mix of frustration and amusement. “I had a wardrobe malfunction. My dress zipper is stuck, and I couldn’t get it fixed on my own.”

His head fell as he let out a low laugh, keeping your hands in his. “You scared the hell out of me. I thought something serious had happened.”

You pouted playfully. “This is serious! I can’t go back out there like this.”

“Baby, you can’t keep telling me it’s an emergency when it’s not,” Rafe admonished gently.

“Rafe, I have never looked hotter. A wardrobe malfunction is an emergency,” you said with utmost seriousness.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Rafe gently turned you around. “Alright, let me see what I can do.”

With a few deft movements, he managed to unstick the zipper and secure your dress properly. “There, all set. You look perfect,” he said, his tone softening.

You turned back to face him, a grateful smile spreading across your face. “You’re my hero.”

He smirked, pulling you into a quick kiss. “Always, baby. Now, let’s get back out there before anyone notices we’re both missing.”

As he began to walk away, you reached for his hand, pulling him back. He looked at you, confused.

“I think no one would notice if we were gone a few more minutes,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Understanding what you were implying, Rafe locked the bathroom door, ensuring privacy. You smirked as he pulled you into his arms, one hand gripping your ass and the other cupping your cheek, drawing you into a feverish kiss.

“You gonna let me fuck you against the sink?” he murmured against your lips.

“No,” you replied, earning a puzzled head tilt from him. “I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Baby, I love you, but you’re the only person who’s gonna notice if that dress is wrinkled.”

You scoffed. “That’s so untrue. I guarantee you if something happens to it, I’ll hear shit about it for the next week.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” he asked, equally intrigued and confused.

“Stand there and look handsome while I suck you off,” you said, dropping to your knees with a wicked grin.

Rafe's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you sink to your knees, your hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The anticipation in the small bathroom was palpable, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls.

He leaned back against the sink, his breath hitching as you freed him from his pants. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You looked up at him through your lashes, giving him a slow, teasing smile. "Positive."

Your lips wrapped around him, and Rafe let out a shaky breath, his hand tangling in your hair. The intensity of the moment made it hard for him to stay quiet, but he bit down on his lip, stifling any sounds that might alert the partygoers outside.

As you worked your magic, Rafe's head tilted back, his grip on the sink tightening. "Fuck, you’re amazing," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The thrill of potentially getting caught only heightened the experience, making each moment more electrifying. He could feel himself getting closer, the sensation almost overwhelming.

"Baby, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

You responded by increasing your pace, taking him deeper until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled groan, he came, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Breathing heavily, Rafe looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and awe as you swallowed his cum. "God, I love you," he whispered, helping you to your feet and pulling you into a tender kiss.

"Not as much as I love you," you teased, wiping the corner of your mouth with a satisfied smile.

Rafe chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Any other emergencies you need me to take care of?"

"None that can’t wait until later tonight," you replied with a wink.

He adjusted his clothes and smoothed his hair, while you made sure your dress was flawless. "We should get back out there before anyone gets suspicious," he said, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

You nodded, kissing him one last time before you both headed back to the party. As you rejoined the festivities, you both exchanged a knowing smile, the secret of your intimate moment adding a thrilling edge to the night as you both went back to your fathers, pretending to barely know one another.

#5: a real emergency

Today, your father and Ward were finalizing a deal they'd been hashing out for months, and Rafe was elated to be in the room for these critical negotiations. It felt like a validation, maybe even a nod from his father towards grooming him for a future role in the family business.

“I’m thinking somewhere in the 5-10 million range,” Ward suggested, his tone businesslike, though your father wasn't having it.

“It’s worth no less than 15, you cheap bastard,” your dad retorted sharply, the tension in the room thickening.

Rafe pondered defending his father when his phone rang loudly, drawing disapproving glares from both men. He hastily declined it, apologizing, but the persistent ringing forced his hand.

“You might as well answer it, son,” Ward scoffed, irritation evident. “Clearly, it’s more important than this.”

With a sigh, Rafe answered the call, realizing it was from you.

“I’ll talk to you later. I’m in a meeting,” he started, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I know it's the big one today, but it’s an emergency. Can you please come to The Wreck?” Your voice trembled, on the edge of tears.

“I can’t deal with this right now,” Rafe replied tersely, aware of the eyes on him.

“Rafe, please. I need you,” you pleaded urgently.

“Bullshit. You always say it’s an emergency, and it never is. I drop everything every time, and this is important and you know it.”

Rafe felt a knot in his stomach, glancing uncomfortably at the proud expressions on both his father's and your father's faces. He knew if your dad heard him talking like this and knew it was toward you, it could jeopardize the deal.

“I love you, baby, but you're dramatic and we both know it,” he murmured softly, hoping his words were just for you.

“Are you serious right now!?” Your voice crackled with outrage. “I’m not being dramatic. I need you to come to The Wreck. It’s an emergency—”

“I will see you tonight,” Rafe interrupted firmly. “I’m sure whatever is an 'emergency' now will be resolved by the time you come over.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped before he hung up.

Rafe sighed heavily, knowing he had to focus on salvaging the situation in the room. He exchanged a tense glance with your father and Ward, mentally preparing to re-engage in the negotiation, hoping his decision wouldn't come back to haunt him later.

"I'm sure there's a middle ground that we can find here," Rafe stated, his tone calm yet assertive, despite the tension in the room. Ward glanced at him with a pleased expression, seemingly impressed with Rafe's initiative and approach to finding a compromise.

Later that night, Rafe waited, anticipating the text that would signal your arrival at the back door, but it never came. He laid on his bed, staring up at the slow whir of the ceiling fan, growing increasingly impatient. After leaving the meeting, he had texted you an apology, but there had been no reply. He was certain you were upset with him for not dropping everything to attend to your latest request or solve whatever issue had arisen. While he found your dramatic tendencies entertaining at times, tonight they felt exhausting for him.

Eventually, he gave in and decided to call you. The phone rang several times before it went to voicemail. He fought to contain his frustration as he heard your cheerful voice inviting him to leave a message. As your boyfriend, he didn't expect to be sent to voicemail. You always answered his calls.

"Listen, I know you're upset, but you need to get over it. Call me back when you're ready to be reasonable," he said firmly, ending the call with a sigh. He waited anxiously after hanging up, half-expecting a fiery response from you. The silence that followed felt heavy and frustrating.

Hours passed, and just as he was about to give up and head out to find you, his phone finally rang. Without hesitation, he answered on the first ring.

"So you've decided to be a big girl and stop with the dramatics," he teased, a hint of annoyance still evident in his voice.

You yawned sleepily on the other end, indicating you had just woken up. "Rafe, I was asleep. And you don't get to be mad. I'm the one pissed at you."

"You've been ignoring me all afternoon. It's almost midnight. I have a right to be a little pissed," he retorted, frustration still lingering.

"I've been asleep all afternoon," you countered.

"Sure, you've been asleep for the past eight hours," he scoffed sarcastically.

"Not the past eight, but the past six. The painkillers knocked me out," you explained groggily, your voice still thick with sleep.

Rafe froze, his mind racing as he processed your words. "What painkillers?"

"The ones the hospital gave me. I don’t know what they are, but they work," you replied, your tone serious despite the sleepiness.

"What hospital?!" Rafe's voice shot up, panic creeping in.

"The one I went to after you were a total jerk to me on the phone," you retorted, annoyance piercing through your drowsiness.

Rafe's blood ran cold. "Shit, I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried," you muttered, irritation bubbling up. "But you were too busy playing Mr. Important Businessman."

“You should’ve told me how serious it was. What happened?”

“I went to The Wreck with the girls for lunch and tripped on the steps. I smacked my head and twisted my ankle really badly. And I did tell you it was an emergency. You told me I was being dramatic.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Did an ambulance take you to the hospital?”

"No, JJ Maybank was there, and he took me to the hospital after you told me no."

Rafe's stomach churned. Not only had he failed to be there for you, but JJ Maybank had stepped in, the last person Rafe wanted involved in your life. His fists clenched in frustration, guilt gnawing at him.

"JJ Maybank?" he repeated, struggling to keep his voice steady. "I should've been there. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. He was nice," you sighed, weariness seeping into your voice. "I just wanted you to be there for me."

Rafe exhaled, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. "I'll be there in ten. I promise."

He hung up and grabbed his keys, a fierce determination settling over him. As he sped towards your place, his mind churned with thoughts of how to apologize and prove how much you meant to him. He wouldn’t let JJ—or anyone else—take his place again. Never again would he doubt you when you called with an emergency, even if your flair for drama sometimes made him roll his eyes. He knew now that he would be there for you, no questions asked.

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[captainsophiestark]

The Old Me Never Left

Kai Parker x Reader

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Requested by Anon! Hope you like it!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's SO gets grabbed by some witches in an attempt to make him cooperate, but those witches forgot exactly who they were dealing with.

Word Count: 1,635

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Just a heads up, this has a little more description of violence and the reader in peril than my works usually do! Still very canon-typical for TVD though.

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My favorite song blasted through my headphones as I walked, the sun gently shining down and making the world around me the perfect temperature. A light breeze blew across my face and I'd just picked up my favorite drink from my favorite cafe. It should've been the perfect moment.

Instead of enjoying the day, however, I was busy glancing in the reflective windows of buildings I passed, trying to keep an eye on the two people behind me. They'd been behind me for a while now, including at the coffee shop I'd stopped at, and my mental warning meter had quickly clicked into the red.

Since I regularly involved myself with supernaturals, especially since I'd started dating one, I'd had to be more on guard than ever for someone coming after me for something to do with all that. Very much inconvenient and sometimes truly terrifying, but lucky for me, I had a secret weapon.

Kai Parker. My boyfriend, and a siphoner-witch who just happened to be one of the most powerful people around. No matter if the threat behind me was supernatural or just regular humans being a problem, I knew Kai could and would take care of it for me.

I sped up slilghtly, chucking my still half-full drink in the trash and pulling my phone out of my pocket. Despite myself, my heart started racing faster, especially as I noticed the people behind me getting noticeably closer the next time I checked in a window. I quickly dialed Kai's number and held the phone to my ear, speeding up even more when I heard running footsteps behind me.

"Hey, sweetheart," came Kai's voice as I started running. I could hear his smile through the phone. "What's up?"

"Kai, I need you to come find me," I said, my voice urgent, the words coming out between fast breaths. "I was on my way to the park. I'm like a block or two away, coming from our cafe, and these people are following me-"

I heard someone behind me shout a word I didn't know, and a moment later, a splitting pain tore through my head. I screamed and fell to the ground, but I knew making a scene wouldn't help; these people were clearly witches. The extra seconds I'd had to talk to Kai were likely only because they'd been busy casting spells to hide me from passerby when I went down.

Vaguely, as I hit the pavement and the world went dark around me, the pounding in my head echoing throughout my body, I thought I heard Kai's voice. He sounded panicked, and he kept repeating my name over and over. I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him, to reassure him, to help him with whatever had him freaking out. But I couldn't make myself move, especially not through the pain.

Finally, everything else faded to black, the pain disappearing with the rest of the world as Kai's voice danced through my head for one last blissful moment. And then he was gone, too.

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When I woke up, not everything came back to me right away. I wasn't totally sure where I was or how I'd gotten here, but I knew one thing: my body hurt.

Everything, top to bottom, ached or screamed at me in some way. And when the memories started coming back, of the witches and the panic in Kai's voice on the phone, my heart started clenching in my chest, too.

"Look who's awake."

A gruff voice drew my attention to a few figures in front of me. I couldn't totally make them out, my vision still a little blurry, but they clearly weren't friends.

"Who... are you?" I managed to groan. I tried to move, but found myself bound tightly to a chair. My head swam, a pain like a spike still focused into my forehead.

"We're friends of your boyfriend," said one in a tone that clearly meant the opposite. I groaned.

"What do you... want?"

"We want him to get in line," the one in the middle said. "The powerful heretic, wrongful leader of the Gemini Coven, finally has a weakness—you—so it's time for him to start playing nice."

I huffed a laugh which immediately turned into a painful cough. Still, I smiled and shook my head, even as it made the world spin beneath me.

"You're all fools. You can't control Kai, especially not like this."

"Oh, I think you're underestimating your importance to him significantly," said the one in the lead. I started to respond, but a familiar voice piped up from the back of the room before I could.

"Mm, I don't think this has anything to do with 'underestimating importance'. More like... one person in this room knows who I am, and everyone else forgot."

The men before me whirled around, giving me a clear line of sight to Kai as my vision finally started returning to normal. I swear at least half the adrenaline melted out of my body at the sight of him leaning casually against the doorframe of whatever room we were in. He looked completely casual and calm, until his eyes locked onto me. The teasing smile dropped from his face as he straightened, then faced the other witches again. The smile came back, but this time it had a much sharper edge to it.

"You know, it's funny," he said, voice like a steel blade. "People seem to think that just because I've chosen a peaceful life with someone I love, that I lost all my powers, or something. But I can tell you all right now: the Kai Parker of your nightmares didn't go anywhere."

The witches between Kai and I shifted nervously, removing his direct line to me and shifting backwards in my direction.

"You better be careful, Parker," said the one in the lead, all of the arrogance and confidence gone from his voice despite his attempt to posture. "You do what we say, or-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Kai raised a hand, magically yanking the witch forward and striking out with a knife in his other hand, stabbing the witch straight through the heart. The whole room froze in shock as Kai just held him there for a minute, surely siphoning the magic out of his body, before letting him fall to the floor limp and dead.

The minute his body hit the ground, the remaining witches sprang into action. Most of them tried to focus fire on Kai, but one dropped back towards me, moving to stand behind me and my chair. In the time it took him to cross the room, Kai made quick work of the rest of his friends, draining all of their power before finishing them off and dropping them with their fallen leader.

"Stop!" shouted the one behind me. "Don't make another move or I'll- ah!"

He screamed, and I heard a sound like him dropping to his knees. Before me, Kai had one hand extended, a thunderous look on his face. He scrunched his hand into a fist, and the man behind me fell silent, other than the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Just like that, the rage melted off Kai's face. He crossed the room to me in a second, dropping to his knees before me and gently running his hands over my forearms and thighs. A moment later, the bonds holding me fell away.

"Are you alright, baby?" he asked, eyes wide with concern as his hands ghosted over my body, simultaneousy checking for injury while reassuring him I was really here. "I'm so sorry they hurt you. I came as fast as I could."

I nodded shakily, rubbing at my wrists before running a hand down Kai's face. He leaned into the touch, his eyes instantly romaing my expression.

"I'm okay now," I said, voice still a little breathy. "I'm okay. I knew you'd come for me."

"I'll always come for you. Nothing in the world could keep me away. Nothing." I nodded, a smile making its way onto my face as Kai brushed a few tears from my cheek that I hadn't realized had fallen. "And now, none of them are ever going to hurt you again."

Kai's eyes darkened a little as he said it, so I brushed my thumb across his cheek and gave him a small smile. Just like that, the shadows vanished from his face again as his eyes focused on me. I leaned forward and Kai did the same, our lips meeting a moment later in a soft, sweet kiss. I felt the warm tingle of magic flowing across my skin, erasing all the last aches and pains, until Kai and I finally pulled apart.

A fluttering smile made its way onto Kai's face as his eyes scanned mine again. Finally, he sighed.

"You ready to go home, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Me too."

Kai shot me a wink as he scooped me into his arms, then carried me out of the room, stepping carefully over the bodies he'd left in his wake. He held me a little tighter to him as we left the room, and I buried my head in his chest. Kai and I had both changed a lot since we'd first met, but at the end of the day, we were still the same people. He would still do anything for me, and although it didn't come up as often, I would do anything for him. And no one, be they murderous witches or particularly rude people I happened to cross paths with in my daily life, stood at chance at bringing the two of us down.

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[lagooneah]

A whole drabble of P not knowing how to English/human.

Mutual Understanding

A small and silly Lies of P blurb by Lagooneah

Word count: Roughly 1500

Warnings: None! Unless if you count P and Gemini being dumb and adorable as one lol

You thought you were used to this by now. It had been a solid few weeks since it began, and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon.

What, you ask? Well, you had been hit with many, many different "attempts"- attempts at something or some end that you could never place, by a certain someone within the walls of Hotel Krat.

P usually came off as cool, collected, but for you, he never seemed to get anything right. At least that's what he thought, and his supposed "wingman" at his hip wouldnt help much either, because with every failed attempt P had at trying to communicate something with you, he would crack some joke that maybe should've stayed in the crevices of his mind, but instead spilled into the corridor for you to give an awkward laugh to.

You had no idea of what exactly he was trying to convey- every interaction was different but had very specific common traits at the same time.

P would approach you, something in his hand, stutter out your name and then a few words, force the "gift" into your hands, and then stare at you until Gemini broke the silence. Then they would rush away and not really give you any recourse. The gifts often differed- one was an old and semi-bloodied book that you could only assume P found out in the messy streets of Krat. Another was a random painting that Sophia said he got from his latest Black Rabbit Brotherhood run-in. It was a nice landscape painting over a water scenery, and now it simply sits on the wall in your room. Another, one of your favorite of the odd bunch, was when P gave you a small box and ran off, you opened it to find a mostly broken silver necklace, with a locket with a photo stained with oil within.

You almost enjoyed this, these random gifts, you knew from Sophia that P was still sort of on his way to humanity, only just recently having grown out his dark poofy hair to a straight medium length, so you always cut him some slack when it came to interaction. Your only problem was that you enjoyed the gifts, but couldn't tell him before he'd run off for whatever reason. It was weird. You knew he didn't dislike you. No, why would he gift you a collection of random things he finds on his adventures if he didn't like you?

You couldn't decipher why he was doing this, and more so, why he'd just run off afterward. Maybe he just wanted to be friendly? Maybe he needed to empty his pockets? Maybe...

Wait-

Before you could truly process your thoughts, you feel a familiar metal fingertip tap your shoulder. You look up from your book, then behind where you sit to meet eyes with the very puppet you've been thinking of.

P stands there, almost a bit tense, like how he used to be before he started gaining more humanity. His eyes scan your face quickly, and his lip quiver gently before he speaks in the lowest octave possible,

"Hi Y/N." He shuts his mouth, earning a crackle in his words, his eyes flicker to his lips with a near flash of frustration in them, but he keeps going- "How... Are you? How are you?" He repeats, more together in the second try than the first.

You smiled, nodding to him and not thinking twice of his slip of tongue, and answered, "Hello P. Im rather well, as well as i can be, and you?"

He nods, his lip twitching but not quite reaching a smile. "That's good." He answers confidently, before Gemini pipes up,

"They asked you how you were too pal-"

"IM GOOD." He exclaims much too loud for the library, a small feedback screech in the back of his throat as he belts the words out. You squint a bit at the sound, and you swear you hear Gemini whisper, "too loud, too loud!"

You meet eyes with P again, who, if you didn't know any better, looked mortified of his volume.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." He waves his hands slightly, "You're not hurt are you..?" He asks, worried now, he knows that humans are sensitive creatures, and he may or may not be worried he's made your eardrums burst.

You shake your head and giggle a bit,

"No, no, P, I'm ok! It was a bit loud, but I assure you im ok." You patted the seat beside you, offering him to sit, and he listens, his legion and leg brushing just a bit against the side of your thigh, but he pulls away before it goes on any longer.

He stared at you while the pair of you sat, his bright blues scanning over your face again and again, like he was looking for something. You smiled, albeit awkwardly with his Hawkeye gaze, and you spoke,

"So uhm... About these gifts..."

"You hate them?" His question brings you to a pause. What? Why would you? Is that why hes been running off? He thinks you dont like them?

You shake your head again,

"Not at all! Goodness, if you'd only let me tell you before running off, you'd know i really do like them!" You exclaimed, shaking your head against in near disapproval. His eyes widen for a moment, taking in your expression, and all he says is,

"I'm sorry. Dont be mad." It sounds like a command almost, a statement, but with the look in his eyes, you know that's not what he means. He's never meant harm, not him, not to you.

You sigh, calming yourself and putting a hand over his metal one. With a friendly smile, you ask,

"Can I ask you something? About the gifts?" He looks at you, his eyes flitting to your hand on his a few times before meeting yours again. He nods silently, giving you the go-ahead.

"Are you... Giving me these gifts because you like me?" You delivered the question softly, still maintaining eye contact, and not letting him go. His eyes widened again, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he said,

"Y-yes..." Another crackle leaves his throat. You're starting to think that happens when he's nervous. You looked at his hand underneath yours, taking in a breath to speak, but before you could, he spoke up, "You... You confuse me. I never really know what to say to you, how to talk to you..." He puts his other hand over yours, squeezing it while he meets your eyes again."I... I want to understand you, understand why you make me so warm, why just hearing your voice loosens my... M-my springs." He falters slightly in his last words, but he clears his throat of it before speaking again, "Can I do that? Will- will you let me?" He asks, but this time, there's hardly an echo or a crackle. He sounds the most human asking to be closer to you, and it warms brings a warmth to your heart and your cheeks.

Your smile only grew as he spoke, and when he finished with that question, you nodded,

"Yes, P. You may. I'd love to get to know you too..." You confessed, and you swear you start to see a smile form on the puppets' lips,

"I... Ok. That's good." He says, more to himself than to you, causing you to giggle again. You find yourself leaning closer to him, your faces mere centimeters from one another. His eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes, his gaze is much softer, lazier almost as he draws nearer to you too.

It's as if the world stops for these few moments, just you and him, your hands tangled together, your faces near. You can feel a faint warmth of breath on your face. His breath smells lightly of oil and something else you can't quite decipher. It isn't a bad smell, not at all. it's simply him. Just as your lips brush against his, a familiar chirp breaks the silence,

"Woah- things got pretty serious fast, huh bud?" But before he can get all the words out, P grinds his teeth in frustration, grabbing the small lantern at his hip and turning him off. A small power down noise fills the room.

It's silent for a moment before you break out into uncontrollable giggles, laughing at the interaction. Geminis foolishness, P's immediate and harsh reaction- anyone would laugh at the pair. P seems to let out a huff but finds himself smiling instead of scowling when looking at you. Watching as you laugh, smile... Do the things that make him feel so warm around you.

After your fit of giggles, you open your arms to him, saying a soft "come here, you." And he follows, wrapping his strong arms around you while you grab his face, giving him the kiss he deserved.

You know that you felt a smile on his lips when you did.

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A/n- I actually really loved writing this- its just so cute and silly and I think P deserves that after all hes been through. I hope you guys enjoy, I'm testing out formatting for my longer fics so I might switch things up occasionally but so far im liking this format so! Love you guys and see you soon! 🫶🫶🫶

[celestialmatcha7]

Hiii🤭could you write for Gemini where him and the reader unwind after a long day by just having a warm bath

soothing touch | gemini

pairing: established relationship! bf! gemini x fem! reader

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff (a bit suggestive)

author's note: thank you sm for requesting! hope you enjoy! <333

You step through the door, the familiar scent of home greeting you, but it does little to lift the weight of the day that lingers on your shoulders. Work had been a blur—long hours, tense meetings, and a constant rush to get everything done. As soon as you step inside, you hear soft footsteps coming toward you, and you look up to find Jae-Min standing in the hallway.

His eyes lock onto yours, and before you can even speak, he’s already sensing something off. “Bad day?” His voice is soft, filled with that quiet concern that always makes you feel like you’re the most important thing in the room.

You nod, the exhaustion hitting you like a wave. “Yeah… just a long one,” you admit, your shoulders slumping as you finally allow yourself to acknowledge how drained you truly feel.

Without hesitation, Jae-Min moves toward you. He reaches out, gently taking your hands in his. “Sit down for a moment,” he suggests. “Let me take care of you.”

You follow his lead, grateful for his gentle guidance. As you sit down on the couch, you kick off your shoes, feeling the cool air against your sore feet. You let out a soft sigh of relief, the small act of sitting down already feeling like a small luxury.

Jae-Min smiles at you with that soft, knowing look. “I’ll get a bath ready for you. Rest your feet while I take care of it.” His words are warm, calming, and you feel a sense of comfort wash over you.

He steps away, his movements fluid as he goes to prepare the bath. You watch him for a moment as he fills the tub with warm water, the sound of the water running mixing with the quiet music playing softly in the background. He arranges a few candles around the bathroom, their flickering light casting a soft glow. You can already smell the soothing scent of lavender filling the air, and it’s enough to make your body relax even further.

You take a deep breath, leaning back against the cushions of the couch, allowing yourself to sink into the softness. The day still feels heavy, but the weight is beginning to lift, piece by piece. After a few moments, Jae-Min returns, his gaze meeting yours with a soft, affectionate look.

“The water’s ready,” he says, his voice gentle but firm, as though he knows this is exactly what you need. He extends his hand toward you, helping you to your feet.

You move slowly, still feeling the weight of the day on your body, but his presence is like a balm, soothing the last remnants of tension. He leads you to the bathroom, his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the tub.

The steam rises in gentle swirls from the water, and you can feel the heat beckoning you. You step into the tub, the warmth enveloping your body like a long-lost embrace. The water feels perfect, not too hot, just the right amount of heat to loosen the tightness in your muscles.

Jae-Min watches you with a soft smile as you settle in. He sits on the edge of the tub, his fingers lightly brushing the water’s surface. “How’s the temperature?” he asks, his voice filled with that deep care he always shows.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, leaning back into the tub, letting the warmth of the water begin to melt away the stress that had been weighing on you. The light flickering from the candles around the room casts gentle shadows, and the soft music in the background completes the serene atmosphere.

Without missing a beat, Jae-Min reaches for a washcloth and gently begins to tend to your tired shoulders. His hands are warm, his touch slow and deliberate, each movement comforting and soothing. He works in silence, only the soft sound of the water and his gentle hum filling the space. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling of being cared for, knowing that, for this moment, you are free from the weight of the world.

His hands move from your shoulders to your neck, his fingers tracing slow, comforting circles. "You deserve to be taken care of," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m here for you.”

You let out a soft sigh, completely surrendering to his touch, feeling the tension slip away as the warmth of the bath and the gentleness of his care begin to envelop you completely. The outside world no longer matters. In this space, with Jae-Min by your side, everything feels just right.

You settle into the warmth of the water, your body beginning to relax as the soothing heat works its magic. The soft flicker of the candles around the room and the calming scent of lavender create an almost dreamlike atmosphere, and for a moment, it feels like everything outside this moment doesn’t exist. Jae-Min’s hands, warm and gentle, massage the tension from your shoulders, each movement sending waves of comfort through your exhausted body.

As his fingers trace slow, soothing circles along your skin, you close your eyes, completely enveloped by his touch and the serene surroundings. Yet, a part of you craves more—craves his closeness, craves the comfort of being even more wrapped up in his presence. The water is already warm, the room is calm, and you can’t help but feel that the moment would be even more special with him next to you, sharing this peacefulness together.

You glance up at him, his focused gaze on the movements of his hands as he continues to work on your shoulders. There’s a softness in his expression, but you notice the slight tension in his posture, as though he’s holding himself back from fully joining you in the tub. The thought of his body in the water with you, his arms around you, the warmth of him mingling with the heat of the bath… it feels like exactly what you need.

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you speak in a tone that is both playful and affectionate. “You know… it’d be even better if you joined me,” you say, your voice low, just above a whisper, but filled with an unspoken invitation.

Jae-Min’s hands pause, his gaze flickering up to meet yours, his eyes dark with unspoken thoughts. For a brief moment, you catch a flicker of hesitation, but then the corner of his mouth curls upward, his expression softening in that familiar way that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You sure you want me to join you?” he asks, his voice low, almost teasing, but there’s a warmth behind the words that tells you he’s more than willing to be there with you, if only you say the word.

You nod, your eyes never leaving his, the playful invitation still lingering in the air between you. “I think it would make this even more amazing.”

He chuckles softly, his laughter a deep, soothing sound that fills the quiet space. Slowly, he stands, his gaze locked onto yours as he begins to unbutton his shirt, the movement deliberate and slow, a teasing rhythm that makes your pulse quicken. You watch him undress, the soft glow of the candles dancing across his skin, and as he strips away the last of his clothes, he steps toward you with a quiet confidence.

Jae-Min slides into the tub behind you, the water rippling gently as he settles in. The warmth of his body mingles with yours, and you can’t help but sigh in contentment as he pulls you closer, his arms enveloping you in a tender embrace. You lean back against his chest, the familiar comfort of his presence surrounding you, and you feel your entire body relax even further, the weight of the day finally melting away.

His lips brush your neck as he whispers softly, “You were right. This is amazing.”

You turn your head slightly to meet his eyes, a smile dancing on your lips as you nestle into him. The water is warm, his body even warmer, and in this shared quiet, with the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, you feel completely at peace.

For a moment, neither of you speak, the air charged with a quiet intensity that’s unmistakable. And then, without warning, you turn fully in his arms, your lips seeking his. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepens, the tenderness turning into something more urgent. His hands move to your face, holding you as if he’s afraid you might slip away, while yours tangle in his damp hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

The world outside the bathroom vanishes as you lose yourself in the sensation of him—the heat of his lips against yours, the feel of his hands on your skin, the quiet rhythm of your hearts beating in sync. In this moment, everything feels like it’s falling perfectly into place, a seamless connection, tender and passionate all at once.

As the kiss lingers, slow and unhurried, the water around you seems to fade, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, closeness, and a shared quiet desire that speaks louder than words ever could.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Since someone already was the first to say so-

Gemini is very pretty. Scratch that- Pollux and Castor are really pretty. Those two in general are so unbelievably pretty <33

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐔𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧- 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

This photo is such a good example of how tailoring your fashion style to compliment your rising sign just helps you GLOW with your natural features.

Disclaimer: This is my own opinion as an astrologer and I am slightly biased because this man is my bias (one of them) and he has my heart hook, line and sinker.

Hongjoong is a Scorpio stellium with a Capricorn Rising so Mars and Saturn are his two most influential rulers and come on- can't you tell?

He looks amazing in everything he wears (even the mushroom bowl cut) BUT the biggest reason why my favourite hair colour on Hongjoong is his natural brunette is because Saturn represents minimalism, 'clean', 'efficiency' etc.

Hongjoong already has a gorgeous bone structure, he's got a sharp jawline and cheekbones, beautiful teeth and a long vertical line- it's why he appears taller than he actually is.

But his features are fine and dainty, he has a lithe build which is common for people with Capricorn Rising- they don't tend to have a lot of curvature unlike their sister sign Cancer.

So when he has bright hair or light-coloured hair, it can diminish his natural features whereas his natural dark hair sharpens them.

A common phrase with a Capricorn Rising is 'less is more'.

This velvet suit he wore is another great example and one of my faves, he is a Gemini Moon so he does like a little bit of colour but it is still dark enough and cool-toned for it to compliment his features.

Cool/neutral/monochromatic tones look the best on him which also matches his Capricorn Rising.

Hongjoong is not a DILF, he is a 100% pure sugar daddy at heart.

And what photos of Hongjoong you see where the 'he's such a daddy' comments are most active?

When he's wearing these tailored monochromatic outfits that are minimal (ish), classic and timeless and combined with his natural hair colour- bring out his natural beauty and elegance.

That 'Here's $1,000 in your account because you've been such a sweet angel lately' sugar daddy/leader energy we all love about him (and makes me want to crawl for him) is the most evident when he caters to the Capricorn/Saturnian influence in his natal chart.

And a quick shout out to this fancall when he wore this navy blue jumper and he had his dark hair parted with minimal makeup and he looks like a walking EDWARD CULLEN here.

One of my favourite looks purely for the fantasy alone.

I love this fancall because this fancall was when he revealed that the Atiny's appearance and style was 'his type' and said he found them physically attractive- which just helped me affirm that his type is just 'grunge/goth/emo/alt with a feminine twist'.

It also helped affirm my theory that whilst Hongjoong adores all Atiny's, he does give a lil extra 'boyfriend treatment' to the Atiny's who bias him- which is definitely unlike his Scorpio stellium at all (said sarcastically).

[rogersideup]

｡°✩ ♊︎ The Gemini ♊︎ ✩ ° ｡

Series Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Agent! Reader (ft. Bucky Barnes)

After months of a seemingly normal and steady friendship, things take a complex turn. Steve learns a lesson about the intricacies of being a woman in a man’s world, interpersonal relationships, and the consequences of poor communication through the experiences of you, his favorite Gemini.

⋆｡°✩ ♊︎ MASTERLIST ♊︎ ✩ °｡⋆

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 1: Love You More

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 2: Wine And Dine

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 3: Expendable

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 4: Pink Peonies

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 5: Rearview

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 6: Little Birdie

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 7: Twinkles

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 8: True Romantic

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 9: Star Crossed Lover

⋆｡°♊︎ Chapter 10: May 20th

Complete

⋆｡°✩ ♊︎ EXTRAS ♊︎ ✩ °｡⋆

✧ Steve and Bug’s playlist: Listen to the same music Steve and Bug have compiled for each other, and get a sneak peek on the messages they’re sharing by letting the music speak for them. This is the same playlist from the story!

✧Thoughts: Here’s what people are saying about the story!

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SCALE

{When a traveler from another world becomes entangled with the world puppetry and lies..}

[1.] [2.] [3.] [4.]

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Polendina wipes down the kitchen countertops as he dutifully cleans about. Not taking heed of the soft foot steps enter into the Hotel Krat kitchen.

Turning away from his task, the older puppet turns his attention to the newcomer. 

“Oh, hello there Good Sir. How can I help you?” The butler asks, covered palms twitching into each other as he regards the other puppet. 

“Hey! P! Show him the book!”

The puppet glances towards the lantern strapped to his hip, the cricket chirps again. “Pal found a cook book and they wanted to try the recipes inside! He seems adamant, as if we wants to make these for someone..” The cricket chirps coyly, the teasing lit in his voice noted easily.

P recalled your bemoaning of treats on one the trips while out in the city of Krat. He was all to curious of what you described, looking through books in the hotel library until finally spotting what he needed.

Polendina eyes Geppetto’s puppet, though it seemed the male was becoming more YOUR alley than older humans. 

Often seeing the two of you running about in the Hotel, then heading out into the dreadful city streets. The two of you were a strange pair, yet he would be a utter fool to diminish the bond the two of you held in your intertwining journey’s.

“Is that so?”

The other puppet nods, or whom you called P.

“I see, hm. I will check the pantry to see if we have enough rations to spare for you endeavor, Good Sir.”

P nodded, as Gemini chirps up. “Pal, I’m sure we can search around for items to just in case!”

“That seems the best option for a proper back up plan. Though, I will guide you in this conquest, as a helping hand in the kitchen.” P opens the book, searching for a specific page, finally landing on a simple cake recipe. 

“Ah I see,an excellent choice to start on.”

“Looks delicious!”

P’s lips tilt slightly upwards, a certain… Hopeful gleam, lingering about in his eyes. His springs click and chime, reacting to the thought of your happy face at the sight of the desert.

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After securing more ingredients, then a successful attempt at learning how to bake. P stands outside your room door, carefully handling a small plate of warm, fluffy cake. Gemini sighs, “Buddy, you’re gonna’ have to knock at some point…”

The puppet gazes at the door thoughtfully. “I’m sure they’ll like it! If they don’t, I can eat it!” P lets out a small  huff, as if pouting at the idea. Knowing that the cricket couldn’t eat the sugary treat. “If you don’t knock, I will!”

P, having enough the crickets teasing, turns him off for the moment. Silently promising to switch him back on later.

Stirring awake from your nap, you hear a soft sound of a knock. You groan quietly as a sweet scent lingers in the air. Sitting up, you focus on the sugar smell like bloodhound. Opening up the door, you pause at the doorway.

“P?”

The puppet holds out a small plate and fork, right in the center laid a small slice of cake.

You open the door wider, dragging him inside. Slowly pulling him towards your bed, the two of you sit. P still offer the plate to you like a offering, you take hold of the plate. Letting it lay on your lap as grab the fork. Slowly puncturing through the spongy, but firm texture. Raising the fork to your mouth, you take a bite.

A small moan leaves your throat, a gummy smile overtaking your lips. It tasted like utter heaven!

Setting the plate down on your side dresser, P eyes you worriedly. Fretting that the noise you made was not a good sign. His hands itching in his lap, glancing back and forth between the cake and you.

Grabbing hold of his face, you pull him close. Foreheads connecting together as a saccharine aroma lingers on your lips. “Thanks P…” You mumble, softly rubbing your head against his. Hands slowly placed on his legion arm and other palm; you press a quick, almost unnoticeable kiss to his forehead.  

P closes his eyes, his springs gently ticking along with your pounding heart.

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(As soon as I was the TRAILER FOR OVERTURE! I HAD TO WRITE! Comments, reblogs, fan art are always appreciated!)

[miriamladyvoid]

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Between Flowers and Tangles | P x reader

I thought of a line of thought that P wants to woo the reader and that one form of wooing is to give flowers; the problem is that they didn't explain to him what kind of flora and fauna should be given as a gift as a bouquet and he does things like:

On his first attempt, P arrived at the hotel with an entire tree that he had uprooted from some random place. He held it with both hands, smiling proudly, while Gemini is desperately trying not to laugh.

Determined to improve, Pinocchio chose to collect flowers and herbs, not knowing that some were poisonous. He unintentionally caused a slight allergy to the reader, prompting him to apologize profusely.

On a third try, P decided that twigs with small leaves and spider webs were a safer option. At least, they weren't poisoun, he thought to himself.

He immersed himself in books, trying to figure out what he should include in a bouquet. After a crossroads between chaos and Krat's destruction, he found a small, but living, flower.

Very carefully, he plucked the flower from the ground and placed it in his bag, trying to protect it as if it were a valuable treasure, ready to carry it safely back to the hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel, clumsily but gently, he handed the small flower to the reader. The next morning, a pot with the same flower appeared in the reader's room.

He saw the flower in the reader's bedroom, and felt the gears of his heart beating at full speed. So he decided to bring them little flowers little by little. Although it was a difficult and tedious task, every time he saw the reader's sweet smile, he knew it was worth it.

Sometimes, Pinocchio added small stones of curious shapes that he found in his travels. Although they were not flowers, they had some charm.

Little by little, the reader's room was filled with small pots of flowers (which miraculously survived in Krat), giving a touch of life and color to the place. All carefully attended to with the love and affection of a certain human.

Each flower was Pinocchio's silent way of expressing his love and devotion. Because, although he did not know how to express his feelings in words, his mechanical heart was full of love to give.

The hotel residents used to smile when they saw P return covered in dirt and mud, but with a spark of excitement in his eyes when he brought new flowers. Although Gemini wasn't so pleased that his lamp got dirty in the process.

But he wanted to do something bigger. So he gathered a considerable amount of flowers and, with the help of Gemini, he tried to put together a bouquet. Gemini, with a mixture of patience and desperation, suggested that he decorate it with a ribbon or wrap it in paper. "No, Pinocchio, we can't add metal parts or a weapon, much less Spring!"

With the bouquet in his hand, Pinocchio walked excitedly towards the reader's room. He knocked on the door and hid the bouquet behind his back. The reader received it with a smile, and Pinocchio, with a gesture full of tenderness, revealed the beautiful bouquet that he had made with so much effort.

Seeing the blush and happiness on the reader's face, He knew that everything had been worth it. Just as he was about to leave, he felt the reader's soft caress on his cheek and a chaste kiss on the lips that left him completely stunned, his circuits almost shorted out.

The only witnesses of that magical kiss were the charming flowers, pampered with such dedication, and of course, Gemini, who, although accidental, was the third wheel in that romantic moment.

But, being a Gemini, he couldn't resist the temptation and muttered shamelessly: "If you need a mood lamp for more romance, just let me know, I'll be here… with the spotlight off, of course."

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Language of the flowers of each Banner:

First Banner: White Rose: Purity and Loveliness. Second Banner: Honeysuckle Azalea: Ties of Love. Third Banner: Satin Flower, Lunaria: Admiration.

[fbfh]

happy 55th birthday to the one and only genius billionaire superdad philanthropist! let's discuss the question on everyone's mind.

What do you get for the genius billionaire superdad philanthropist that has it all? That’s something you’ve been asking yourself for years every time Tony’s birthday rolls around. He used to throw elaborate parties every May 29th that would sometimes turn into several day long benders, but ever since you came into his life, that’s dropped off significantly. Now he opts more for a public gala of some sort about a week before his actual birthday, that way he can go totally dark and spend the whole day with you and the other people he cares about. He still remembers that first birthday after you came into his life.

If he’s had you since you were a baby, he knew IMMEDIATELY that things were going to be quiet this year. Even if that meant he spent the whole day in a ball of anxious existential self doubting dread without the liquor and bodies and noise to silence it. But he didn’t care. Somehow the idea of throwing some big party while his baby was upstairs waiting for him made him feel worse. Maybe Pepper insisted on something, some kind of classy, evening cocktail party to celebrate. Tony spent the whole time sneaking peeks at your baby monitor until he was eventually able to slip away and spend the rest of the night hidden in your nursery, with you cradled against the soft fancy fabric of his tux. He sat in both your favorite chair, the really smooth gliding rocking chair, rubbing your back and talking to you about everything that was on his mind, even though you were too young to process any of it. 

“Still good for your development, neurologically.” He said to you playfully. “At least, that’s what the experts are saying when they’re not changing their minds about car seats and sleep safety. When are those guys gonna get on the same page?”

He had asked it rhetorically, but you looked up at him with your big old baby eyes and giggled. You giggled as if you were saying tell me about it, like you understood him. 

That was his birthday present that year. 

Or alternatively, if you came into his life when you were a kid through some sort of wacky misadventure Iron Man prequel/addition (my personal favorite is shoehorning baby stark in between Iron Man 2 and 3. Iron Man 2.5 if you will) So you’re maybe around 10 or so, and you’re FREAKING the hell out because not only do you apparently have a dad that’s actually super nice and cool and attentive and responsible (despite what some people think) and actually a really really really incredible dad (again, despite what some people think. Cough cough TMZ) but now it’s his birthday soon. And it’s his first birthday that you’ve been around for, so you KNOW you’re really gonna have to do something great to show him how much you love him and how grateful you are for him (woohoo insecure and anxious attachment on both ends! Rhodey’s about to gift you both family therapy! /hj) 

The problem is Tony is a very attentive dad. Usually not a problem, but now you cannot find anywhere that isn’t secure and safe and monitored to work on his present in secret. You ask him in a totally casual not suspicious at all way if Jarvis tells him everything, or if Jarvis can keep secrets. He asks what sort of secrets and you’re like yknow. 10 year old child not suspicious at all secrets. Normal secrets. The uje. (use? How are we visually shortening usual?? Youushe??? You get my point.) so he gets an idea and says yeah, Jarvis can TOTALLY keep secrets. 

Then he sets up the secrets secrets are no fun protocall. 

He starts not only monitoring all the secrets you tell Jarvis, like how you believe mermaids are real, but also analyzing body language and vitals to make sure none of the secrets you’re telling Jarvis are the kind a grown up should know about. Thankfully it’s just a bunch of random harmless stuff, like how you think Max Goof from a goofy movie is cute or how you think you can secretly talk to cats. Kid stuff. But after a little while, you start asking Jarvis for help figuring out what you’re going to do for your dad’s birthday, and he turns the protocall back off. You… you wanted to know if Jarvis could keep secrets from him so you could surprise him with a birthday present that he’d love. Honestly, that alone is all the gift he could ever want or need. He’s so deeply touched by what a compassionate, creative kid you are that he needs to take a minute. Eventually when his birthday rolls around and you show him a bunch of craft projects you made for him - air dry clay and shrinky dink christmas tree ornaments, construction paper handprint turkeys, just a whole mess of construction paper and glitter glue and pipecleaners and paint. He is so touched and so confused, but when you explain what it is - a year’s worth of presents and pop up cards and crafts, “to catch up on what we missed” he actually can barely process how much love and adoration that fills him with. He pulls you into the tightest hug. He kisses the top of your head. He gets a little misty eyed. And every birthday from that first one together onwards are tied for first place in his mind.

[roxannefrostfox]

BRING BACK LAES!!!!

InvisibleDavis has spoken!!! Now is the time to rise up and take back the love of this show that was ripped from our fingers by YouTube!!!

(Please do not be hostile about it)

I’ve been in love with this show ever since January 2024 and I will not have it taken from me!!!

Now my minions! Parade the streets of the internet! Bring back what is ours! And do not return until we have thy leaders heads on pikes (not literally)!!!!

(Side note: When doing so, please be kind to one another. Don’t be hostile to other’s while speaking up or to YouTube. Sometimes the less you speak, the more is said. Choose your words wisely.)

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